Finished the first draft of Entwined: Vulpine Moon. How many more drafts? I don’t know. But at least it’s done for now. Time to do some reading and start my master list for things to edit for draft 2. 685 pages 😭✨🥰

And what follows next it’s definitely why my book is not just fantasy but the word romance has to be added as well. Oops. 🙊

He was seated at the long central table, a book open in front of him, leaned against one of his elbows as if he’d been trying to read. But the way his eyes locked onto her said he hadn’t absorbed a single word. Emma took him in—the soft grey shirt hoodie, the ink-dark hair pushed off his forehead, the stillness that was always just barely covering his intensity. The only light came from a lamp at the far end of the lab, casting him in amber and shadow. She reached behind her without looking and locked the door. That earned a smirk from him. “Right on time. Just wondering if you were gonna actually show up”

today is an excerpt of a scene I had to rewrite like 20 times. It started as something accidental so I decided to make it purposeful. He invites Emma to his lab at midnight not to study. She agrees after a week of close calls, curious and expectant #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Can you tell I have been writing lately #writingCommunity

#WIPSnips today is leave!! A little bit of Emma catching up with her twin Eric.

“Also,” Messa added, voice lowering, “I want to formally apologize on behalf of my brother for being such a pain in the ass during that flight. I heard about the plane incident. I’m sure he was boring you to tears talking about time travel equations or magical turbulence vectors or something equally riveting. I would have opened the door myself and jump into the abyss.” “Wait. Your brother?” Emma widened her eyes. “Oh yeah. You’ve met him, right? Tall, dark hair, lack in social skills” “He’s your brother?” “Yeah.” Messa said breezily. “Almost crashing a plane and frying him? Honestly, it sounds like the most exciting thing that’s happened to him in years. I keep telling him he should get laid more often. Improve his quality of life, you know? But he just looks at me like I’m speaking nonsense.” Emma opened her mouth evaluating what to say next. “Do you tell your brother to get laid more often? I have questions but maybe I don’t want answers.” Emma tried to gauge if she had heard correctly.

#writeSky #WritingCommunity Emma meets his sister after the airplane incident. She was not expecting the sister to be this blunt.

This is so real. It has happened to me. lol

Emma, is a sorceress that is afraid of magic after some magical incident caused her mom’s death. She thinks magic is dangerous but accepts going to this academy to follow her twin brother and prove herself. On the way there, her magic surges out of control almost crashing down the plane she’s in.

ADHD here. I have a WIP portal fantasy. There’s a world on top of the Earth, same space but different plane. That world has been controlling ours. That world is where all the magic comes from. Between the worlds there’s this academy as a bridge between the two.

“I can’t. I don’t want to be late. Illusionary spells is pretty advanced and I don’t wanna miss anything. Also Maynard is already there and I don’t want him to make a comment on how I’m always late.” She kissed Eric in the cheek and disappeared. “There she goes…” Eric whispered. “First day and I’m already ditched by…” “Eric!” Emma warned him. “You are not being ditched. She’s going to class.” “That’s true.” Adrian grinned. “He was jealous last year because Milla would link arms with me when we walked across campus.” “I was not,” Eric said, but the tips of his ears turned red. “She was trying not to be obvious about you,” Adrian teased.

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First day of class on campus. Emma is trying to ground her brother on not being jealous about his girlfriend. Apparently there’s been a pattern and Eric is a bit insecure. #fantasy #darkacademia #magic

Dark is such a good tv show! I think is perfect (I love time travel but it’s risky for plot holes). I found the whole story satisfying but I have to admit I don’t remember much of the plot today. I just remember how it made me feel. It was definitely complex.

Perfect! I opened my account like a month ago. And TikTok allows for posts to be pictures only and you add some music in the background. Like IG does. So hopefully with that it can be accessible for writers to not rely on videos (ain’t dancing on camera for the likes, I want wordsss haha)

Done! I’m following you 😀

It is. It’s horrifying. And that society it’s supposed to be some sort of democracy.

Hi I’m Ruby, mom of an awesome two year old. I’m from Canada. 🇨🇦 Currently writing my MS for a romance fantasy that I have been working on for a while. I started this manuscript in May and now I’m finishing the last 10 scenes and editing. I recruited my mom friends as beta readers 😀

#SFFChat this is a Snippet from my book. The Royal house can accept sorcerers to become their servants. It’s problematic for sure. An individual becomes governed by the royal family and no one can intervene.

That premise sounds interesting. I find interesting everything that reflects the real world in a SFF setting.

#SFFChat Intro: Late but catching up because I simply cannot pass up this topic!

I'm Cass, currently working on an enemies-to-lovers romantasy that I gave a bad case of politics.

I have always adored Ysandre de la Courcel, Queen of Terre d'Ange.

Oh, my FMC caught the interest of those in power because they want to use her abilities. She definitely doesn’t like that because it brings back memories of mom, how she ended up dead because she was used too. She rejects to serve the ones in power even if things are gonna be harder for her.

I feel like Mistborn and The Stormlight Archives critiques the powerful. It’s a recurring theme with Sanderson. For S. archives the whole premise is what happens if the powerful were not always good and can they be redeemed when trying to do good. Interesting

I’m writing a fantasy. My favorite fictional leader is Dalinar from the Stormlight Archives. In my world of Entwined, there is a leader known as The Patriarch, he is morally grey and has done some questionable things for power and to ensure the royal family withstands.

I’m interested in joining ✨😊

You write enough… you’re a writer.

I was at the bank, and I looked up to see this ad. Hmmm. Okay then #writer #WritingCommunity

New profile picture. I’m a real person.

Also thank you for organizing this !

I’m wondering if you ever going to make one event in TikTok. You were right saying the readers are in Instagram. But also in TikTok. Not a fan of the platform but maybe writers can also connect there. ✨ I enjoyed a lot #1stlinepit I got to follow so many authors ❤️

“Blood and a resonating sphere. That’s no ordinary ritual.” His voice was low. He sighed and looked at his own hand flinching a bit. “Are you getting the same searing pain?” Emma asked, he nodded. “Let’s test something. Shall we?” He offered his hand and Emma tilted her head not understanding. “Get your hand closer.” Emma hesitated and moved slowly, her right hand hovering over his. For a moment nothing happened, but after a few seconds there were tendrils of smoke coiling around their hands. Emma gasped and pulled her hand back, the horror was that her hand refused to move. The pain had dialed up a bit in intensity, the smoke tendrils turned into red ribbons tightening around them. When her hand touched his, Emma felt the worst pain she had ever felt. Magic flickered from his other hand and there was a bright spark as he moved his hand away from her. Emma widened her eyes in horror. “Well, it’s worse than I thought.” He said clinically. “There is a blood curse between us, causing a magical link.”

Today is red! Red is a favorite of mine. Here’s a #WIPsnip from Entwined: Vulpine Moon 🦊 🌙

Emma’s hair is red, but I only mentioned once, but red is also for blood. #WIP #writingCommunity

“You have a great rhythm. Tell me the truth, have you been practicing in secret?” Oriana smiled at Emma, she smirked shaking her head. “Not a secret. I actually used to dance a lot before. Nothing formal, just some contemporary choreographies. Stacie dragged me to some classes at our local gym when we were fourteen.” Emma explained with a smile. She even made Oriana twirl at some point. The height difference was a bit dramatic but none of them cared. As the song ended, the lights dimmed low and the ballroom fell in shadow once again. They both exchanged tokens, in the silence that followed they noticed other apprentices scrambling to find a new partner. Oriana waved goodbye and Emma walked around. She found a guy with a blue mask looking around a bit lost without a partner.

#wipsnips this is mine, an excerpt from my manuscript for my story Entwined: Vulpine Moon. 🦊 🌙

It has happened to me. Now I think it has a plot. lol

I keep forgetting to post here. How’s the #writingcommunity here? ✨😀