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Working on LONG DIE THE QUEEN, a dual-timeline murder-mystery romp through Faerieland.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 27

a moodboard for my WIP LONG DIE THE QUEEN, a murder-mystery romp through faerieland.
I had way too much fun making it.
#writingcommunity #writesky #WIP #faeries #moodboard

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · 15d

#WIPSnips
A little late to the party, but here it is!

I knew then that one day he would love me. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me, with that strange, languid curiosity. He had said he had met ones like me before but that wasn’t entirely true. I was new to him. I let him have me, but did not want him. I swore myself to him, but only because I hated another. How enticing must that be to a creature who has seen ages?
These are the gods: fickle as a leaf on the wind, floating by on a whim, a
dream. Chasers of light when they are in shadow, and of shadow when
they are in light. Hunters of wind and lovers of smoke; they seek to grasp
the sunlight and cry when they fail. They are children, who beg for a shiny toy, and then throw it away once it is theirs.
He would not want me if I wanted him. Just as Aratha loved Atar because she was hidden, and would hate her if he knew the depths of her heart.
To free her, I must be rid of him. To free myself, I must keep the god close. But not too close; not so close that he had enough of me.
Inquired the god in his gruff way, “Tell me what you are thinking.”
“I think of nothing,” I said, and my mind was full of blood.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · 16d

#WIPSnips
from my historical grimdark fantasy, the word I used is sleeping

He slanted his head. “Why do you thank me? I have done nothing.”
“Yes,” I said. “I know. And I am grateful.”
“You were not born a slave, were you?” He sounded thoughtful, encased in a shell of mockery. “You were born free. Like me.”
“No one stays what they were born as,” I replied, with what I hoped sounded like finality. “Except perhaps the still-born, or the feeble-minded. Good day, sir. May your gods smile upon you. May they bless you in all your endeavors.”
“And may they bid me to leave you alone?” He called it after my back, laughing.
Yes, I thought, and picked up my pace. Yes. Yes. Exactly.

Leave me alone. Do not mix me up in your affairs; sharpen your arrows if you will, and do not have me carry them. Brew yourself up a poison as green as your eyes, and do not make me drip it into sleeping children’s open mouths. I have enough on my plate without that. I have enough on my plate to choke me.
And it was poison he was brewing; for what else could one such as him seek with one such as I?

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · 21d

#WIPSnips
From my historical grimdark fantasy

The woman laughed when she saw me shiver. “The little hare is frightened?”
“The little hare is cold,” I snapped. Because if I didn’t I would cry, I knew I would, and I had told myself I would not cry. “The little hare would like her clothes back.”
“Too bad,” said the woman, “that the little hare's wishes mean nothing to the hunting fox.” And she rolled up her sleeve, proudly, and I saw the spiraling, fluid image of a fox inked into her skin. The fox seemed to be moving to my bleary eyes, back and forth, pacing the cage of her flesh. “Not a year ago this fox walked Api’s face. Now it exists only on Tomyris’s arm. The little hare does what the fox tells her to. The little hare listens well, or dies. Understand?”
“The hare,” I said, “she understands.”

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Sep 6

#WIPSnips

Canner was glaring a hole in his plate, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he chewed and swallowed violently. The old woman dimpled. “You should really eat, Anya.” Something about the way she spoke changed. The bones beneath the facade were beginning to break the surface, showing Canner beneath them. “You don’t want to make him angry. He’s not very nice when he’s angry.”
So she ate. The food was good: steak and roasted potatoes, a side of green beans and pecan pie for dessert. It could have been dust for how it felt on her tongue.
“Who are these people, Canner?”

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Sep 1

#WIPSnips

He staggered; bad leg giving out on him. I stopped long enough to think derisively, weakling, and then my fists were wailing; mouth open in a scream and the blood on my tongue dripped down to mingle with the spreading crimson wetness on his face. I don’t remember taking out my knife, but I do remember stabbing him.
It is one of my favorite memories.
“I wanted to do this for a long time,” I told his crumpled skull. “It was foolish of you to give me the excuse.”
I tucked the knife in my belt calmly and wiped my hands on his shirt. In my belly the baby started to kick.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 31

#WIPSnips

They were leaving the station now, heading for Cemetery Hill. Her feet felt half-lead, half-jelly, the weight of everything pulling on her like gravity. “And the murder. You think it’s connected to the faeries too?”
“I think they think it’s connected to the faeries, yes.”
“And you?”
“I think someone came up with a coverup so perfect an entire town would do anything to not have noses poking around in it. How’s that for good police work, Detective?”

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 29

#WIPSnips

Anya remembered the way Canner’s ribs had shown through the ragged tears in his shirt as he rolled in the dirt. The vacancy in his eyes. He had always been lean despite his muscular frame, scoured of fat. Now he had looked positively skeletal, scrubbed down to nothing but bone.
Canner had done this with his own two hands, she reminded herself. He had betrayed them, betrayed her.
So why do you feel so bad for him?

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 28

#WIP #Writesky #WritingCommunity #Moodboard
procrastination strikes again! A moodboard for Canner, one of the characters from my wip, LONG DIE THE QUEEN
someone stop me

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 28

#WIPSnips
Another snippet from the beginning of LONG DIE THE QUEEN! I'm on a roll. In this one, erstwhile detective Anya is being her marvelously petty self.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 27

one thing I'm really grateful for about all my rejected queries is that I have gotten so, so much better at writing a query letter.
#querying #writesky

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 27

a moodboard for my WIP LONG DIE THE QUEEN, a murder-mystery romp through faerieland.
I had way too much fun making it.
#writingcommunity #writesky #WIP #faeries #moodboard

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 27

#WIPSnips
a lil snippet from the very beginning of the story I'm working on now, a fun fantasy murder mystery set in faerieland

She hazarded a look at the floor-to-ceiling bars behind her. At the reedy, pointy-eared guard standing impassively beyond them, his back to her, facing the blank stone wall.
No door.
Even the windows in the cells had been a concession—a compromise made between Selovian, Queen of Seelie, who’d wanted them buried alive, and Lycenne.
Her heart squeezing at the memory of Lycenne, she turned back to the window. Fourteen heartbeats now. Not long.
“Oi! Pointy!” Canner called. “You cunning folk enjoy a game of chess? Or are you too busy flaying babies for that?”
Pointy did not reply.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 19

Library book sales are amazing. Like what do you mean I can get gorgeous, in-mint-condition hardbacks of recently published books for like a dollar and the proceed goes to the library so they can buy *more* books?
Win-win
#booksky #Library #books

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 19

love this tag!

✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · Aug 19

The #WIPSnips word for August 19th is "trap"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
August 19 - trap
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 19

#WIPSnips

“Cithara has friends, does he not?” she asked Tomyris.
“More enemies than those,” I muttered.
Otra shot me a warning look, our roles suddenly reversed. Be gentle.
I could be gentle. I kept my hands in my lap, feeling the wood grain wall scrape against my back, rough like a callous. My fingers rested a hair length from my sheathed akinakes. I could take Tomyris now that she only had one hand. I was reasonably sure of it, anyways.
“He is known to have a few, yes,” Tomyris said.
“Young men, they are, yes? Hot-headed, quick at the draw. Was one of their number named god-in-the-flesh this past year even?”
Tomyris looked like a fly in a well-honeyed trap, caught halfway between deeply disturbed and highly entertained. “I don’t know.”
“He was,” I spoke up, surprising them both. “Cithara spoke of him to me. Garanos, was it? Cithara called him a ‘milk-toothed sop with a boulder for a head.’”
“Your memory is disturbing,” Tomyris said.
I smiled and said nothing, because I would rather be raked naked over fire than admit I remembered everything Cithara had ever said because he terrified me, and whenever he spoke it felt like his next word might be my death sentence.

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 18

#WIPSnips

“Here,” she said at last, holding up the stump of her hand, like it was a dead creature she did not want to touch. “Here it is. Like what you see?”
He didn’t touch it as he stared. Didn't move, didn’t blink. “It is—this is—” he seemed at a loss for words. “This—Tomyris. You will never fight again. You will never draw a bow; you will never braid your hair; you will never weave.”
She was watching him very carefully. Like she was waiting for something. “I know.”

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 17

omg our manuscripts have so much in common! Down to a war god sleeping with a sacred virgin and being a feminist retelling of a founding myth!
Mine is about the Amazons though. Yours sounds so cool!

Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 17

#wipsnips

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 17

Spent all day making a mood board for one of the characters in the manuscript I'm querying...
#productivity
#amquerying

moodboard with ancient, feminine rage aesthetic

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Katharine Tyndall @katharinetyndall.bsky.social · Aug 15

#queerpit #a #t #cli
An ancient swamp-spirit stalks Berlin. A series of baffling drownings and poisonings lead to Fenn Lake. To save the city and her love interest, mycologist Kara Lindgren must confront the monster, and her own past.

Our Wives Under The Sea x Hummingbird, Salamander

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ellieyellu.bsky.social @ellieyellu.bsky.social · Aug 15

✅ Heists
🥵 Spice
💫 Space

Oh my!

What do you do when you're a disaster bisexual who has to get off Hecate IV before space witches steal your hyperspace treasure maps? You must ALWAYS GET IN A SPACESHIP WITH A SCOUNDREL 🚀🌈

A sci-fi romantasy

#QueerPit #R #FR #A #SF

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Aster HG @asterfish.bsky.social · Aug 15

Ways to (hopefully!!) cure vampirism:
🔮A witch’s tea
🔮Magic coffee (with extra caramel)
🔮The most garlic-filled soup known to man
🔮A home-made spell by your very goth crush
🔮Learning that just because your life looks different doesn’t mean it's over
#queerpit #ya #cr #wlw

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 15

AMAZONIAN
A historical fantasy about the origin of the first queen of the amazons
Otrera, a young Greek priestess-turned-slave, will to do anything to survive her new life as a Scythian captive---including making deals with ancient gods who may or may not be in love with her.

#QueerPit

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Alix_is_Writing @alixiscrazy.bsky.social · Aug 15

holy smokes I love this concept!

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kathleen 🤠 @kathleengraeme.bsky.social · Aug 15

SALTBURN X SECRET HISTORY
After a death on campus, the prestigious men’s club opens its doors to one reporter to observe their secret rituals but what seems harmless quickly turns sinister and she’s the only one who can see it.

Not all gods are meant to be worshiped
#QueerPit #A #T

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