Artemis Blake

Leaves telegraphed the direction of the wind before it arrived from well beyond a full compass of emerald horizons, granite vistas, and countless distant shining whereabouts.
#1stlinepit #a #sf #adv #p #h #f

Purple blue and green dragon scale with gold/copper colored outline. Top to bottom: Right - A photo in a cave with a garden outside it of a small flying green dragon and girl in a white dress with a flower crown. Then a quote below it, books tell us that not only do dragons exist but they are not always the enemy. Then a bustling city on a river that is gold and blue with pink, blue, and green trees, boats and flying things. Then below a quote show your inner dragon be loving wise and compassionate spit your fire when needed. Then below children all black like shadows in front of a blue, green, and purple background. Left: in gold Kingdom of treasures, below that a girl in a dark background with a purple dress and crown on the brunette hair. Then the word dream below that. Then below 3 girls red, blonde, black haired, white grey and green dresses picnic in a field. Then below that two shadowed girls hugging with one day at a time to the left of them and you are safe to the right.

Marriage. At my age. It didn't seem real even standing in front of the mirror in my wedding dress as final touches were made. I wasn't ready. I was scared. But I was a princess & this was what royalty did. They married to strengthen their Kingdoms.

#W #NA #RF #1stLinePit #CMe

A helmeted ancient Greek warrior walks frontal through a field of golden barley. He carries a round shield in his left hand and in his right, a spear pointing downwards. His cape flows to the left from his shoulder. The background surroundings are smoky and atmospheric. His face can not be seen. Along the top of the image in caps is a title: THE ARGONAUT’S SON.

When one man’s dream of family and brotherhood collides with another’s quest for honour, can their bond survive the trauma of war?

THE SONG OF ACHILLES x QUEENS OF THEMISCYRA x THE BINDING

👨‍👦‍👦Found family
♾️ Neurodiverse
🌈 LGBTQ
❤️F2L
💔HEA free zone

#A #HF #HR
#2025pit

"We have been observing your Earth."

Mass Effect x Treasure Planet.

#1stlinepit

#ADV #SF #F

CIRCE x MIDSOMMAR in ancient Babylon

"Against the dusty browns of the desert, the woman looks out of place. Like a painted statue brought to life, and like life isn’t to her taste."

#1stLinePit #Q #A #F #RF #CMe

A graphic featuring a detail from the painting Morgan Le Fay by Fredrick Sandys. Morgan is performing some kind of magic, her wild red hair and draping clothes voluminous around her. Over the image is text that reads "I have studied Cicero, Aristotle, Virgil, Homer, St. Augustine, Caesar, all on my own. You ruined my life, motherf***er. Teach. Me. Magic."

A 9-grid moodboard giving the impression of gothic medieval moodiness with photos and classical art. A silver goblet, a knight in a joust, a man with a book in dark robes, an illuminated manuscript, a woman with windswept red hair staring out at the sea, an arcane sigil, a woman with a sickle standing over a glowing cauldron, a king's helmet, arched gothic architecture.

THE GREAT x LE MORT D'ARTHUR

Morgan was fifteen the first time she spoke with the dead. It was brief, and she lost too much blood, but then she knew she could do it and no one could take that from her.

#1stlinepit #WIP #A #F #HF

You know, I’m actually glad I missed it. Everyone says the end of the world was, overall, kind of a shit show.

I don't remember that first day, when everyone disappeared. I was kind of busy being dead.

#1stlinepit #SF #M #OS

Bridge over river with multiple arches and old fashioned globe lights.

Top left: woman holding glass of wine to lips, Top right: bridge with multiple arches over river and old-fashioned globe lights on top, Center: shadowy person walking down railroads tracks Bottom right: man and woman kissing, Bottom Left Chateau surrounded by Vineyards

#1stLinePit #A #M

Golden Girls X White Lotus X Jawbreaker:

The cruise reception was a plastic surgeon’s wet dream. There had been enough filler and Botox used on the faces in this room to iron the wrinkles out of an elephant’s backside.

I do the same thing! 😂

Thank you so so much! I really appreciate your kind words! I love an Urban Fantasy so I’m always happy to see other people interested in it too!

"The silver camera hunts me down, red power light burning like my father's anger."

WALLBREAKER - 90K

#1stLinePit #Q #A #SF #CMe

Red and black writing over background: wintery branches over a blue sky. ‘NOT TECHNICALLY GHOSTS’ ‘James A. Finegan’ ‘Feel-good LGBTQ+ time-travel rom-com’ ‘YA’ ‘85k words (pre-edit estimate)’ ‘Heartstopper x The Lakehouse’ ‘Dual POV’

Red and black writing over background: wintery branches and peak of a ruined building over a blue sky. ‘Pitch’ ‘Ryan & Albert live 200 years apart - but once per day a time-slip lets them meet. Now they need to solve the mystery of Clarence Hall before they accidentally change history! Oh… and try not to fall for each other in the process!’

Red and black writing over background: wintery branches and snow over a blue sky. ‘Moodboard’ Not Technically Ghosts moodboard with pictures 1- An abandoned ruinous hall 2- person on bicycle silhouetted against sunset 3- person from behind, red hoodie, in forest 4- two hands reaching for one another 5- person in night-time woodlands shining a torch 6- black and white person Victorian suit, sitting with book 7- Victorian library multiple high book filled shelves, arches through 8- Victorian school room, old wood desk, blackboard on a stand

Red and black writing over background: wintery branches, snow, and ruined building over a blue sky. ‘Snippet’ “How about this Saturday?” Hesitating, I realise history isn’t my strong suit and so I have to add, “Does your time have Saturdays yet? Do you know what that is?” Albert frowns, quirking his brow, before something registers and his eyes widen fearfully. “When the sun sets all the people of my primitive era quail in terror, our minds too addled to ever mark the passing of the days.” “So…?” “Yes!” Albert groans, a smirk creeping up his cheek, “Saturday is a known concept.”

Overeager fireworks pepper the new-year’s-Eve sky as I cycle through the graveyard, hoping the ghosts are out partying.

#1stLinePit #WIP #F #R #YA #LGBT

If you could live for centuries—through famine and plague, through wars that razed cities and left ash in their wake, that not even a bomb crashing through your home could destroy you—would you choose immortality?

"If you could live for centuries—through famine and plague, through wars that razed cities and left ash in their wake, that not even a bomb crashing through your home could destroy you—would you choose immortality?"
#1stLinePit #Q #F #G #P Agents Guide ⬇️

#1stLinePit #A #PR #H #Vampires

Carmilla X Mexican Gothic X Nosferatu

He could survive one more night in this damned frozen hell if he just kept the door closed.

A chandelier, lily flower, a swan, lily pads on a lake, a stone statue, woman holding a bottle of perfume.

A text box containing a pitch of my novel on a background of pink flowers.

I can tell someone’s status by their perfume. A birthright in all Vespery where anyone, if they have a nose that can smell even a whiff, the scent of a wealthy woman’s fragrance could follow them well into their dreams.
Dreams marked by perfume magic.

#1stlinepit #C #YA #F

An old boyfriend from high school strolled past the back of my car. A toddler walked beside him. In his arms, he held a baby no older than six months. What in the absolute hell did Mom talk me into? #1stLinePit #R #A #humor #disabilityrep #Q #AmQuerying

#WIP #YA #Sapphic #RF #1stLinePit
The dark Slate King rises from his throne addressing the gathered crowd of family heads. His black robes trail behind him as he paces. The impenetrable slate colored dragon scales that cover the top of his head, and neck, trailing down his back beneath his robes

“When the crisp alpine breeze swathed her in its embrace, Camilla imagined it was arms that encircled her—the arms of a family her heart yearned for and her mind had long forgotten.”

Soon to be #OS 💖✨

#A #CZ #F #YA #1stLinePit

MEXICAN GOTHIC X HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

The letter from Malacca arrived on a Sunday, exactly four days after Gracie Chen first dreamt of the woman in red....

#1stLinePit #WIP #A #HF #H #M #P

3 by 3 grid of pictures: a woman with a bloodied face, a silhouette of a couple about to kiss, Korean architecture of a dokkaebi, a mouth with fangs, a woman looking down at a flower, a woman with yellow eyes, a woman staring into shattered glass, a silhouette of a woman, a hand clawing at the wooden floor

Gumiho Adult paranormal romance with horror elements Dark secrets, ticking time bomb, cinnamon roll mmc, grumpy sunshine trope, Forbidden and slow-burn romance, reluctant villain, dangerous attraction, Korean folklore and culture set in modern day PNW

"Bright droplets of red bloomed against the crisp, white layer of fresh snow.

A trail, unbeknownst to my victim, that would be his demise."

👻 PR w/ body horror
🇰🇷 Inspired by Korean folklore
🌦 Set in the PNW

#1stLinePit #A #P #R #H #WIP

At the center of the image is a blurb that reads: As a marine biologist specializing in sea turtle conservation, Josie Lark has spent her entire life chasing the next coastline, the next job, determined to put as much distance as possible between this version of herself and the grief of her childhood. But when a call from her pregnant little sister drags her home to the sleepy island town of Pelican Cove, Josie returns with a set itinerary: pack up their late mother’s house, put together her restoration proposal for the Gulf Conservation Center, greet her baby niece, and board a flight to her dream job in Australia eight weeks later. Will Mercer is not part of that plan. Will is the boy she once loved. He’s her childhood best friend, her first kiss and her first heartbreak, and the one person Josie never quite stopped regretting. While she ran off to college, Will stayed, tied to his family marina and a life Josie didn’t want for herself. With Pelican Cove’s fragile ecosystem and coastal economy in crisis, Josie’s project at the Conservation Center puts her directly in Will’s orbit. The electric chemistry is still there, but so are the ghosts of who they used to be—and the reality that Josie is leaving. Again. As summer stretches into fall, between long days on the water and a storm that changes everything, Josie begins to question where she truly belongs—and what it would mean to stay. The background is a pale blue to darker blue gradient from left to right. The bottom of the image reads “@indesii”.

Dolphins have more in common with humans than most of us realize. Their social structure is complex; they travel in tight-knit groups—called pods—but they form other relationships outside of them. A ‘fission-fusion’ society—the same society we see form between chimpanzees, elephants, and humans. It boils down to this: think about your own life. You wake up and spend time with your husband and drop your children at school in the morning, and then you go to work. On your break you eat lunch with friends you haven’t seen in months. In the evening, you go to your in-law’s house for dinner. You stop on the drive home to get takeout tacos because your mother-in-law’s cooking is dreadful, and wave to the familiar faces behind the counter. Your elderly neighbor is rocking on a creaky porch chair as the sun fades and you call out in greeting. This cycle repeats. You're moving in and out of pods throughout the day, but you still have the long-term relationships in your pod that can last a lifetime. Your parents, your sisters, your brothers, your partner, your best friend. Lucy has always been part of my pod, a constant through every change—just like the dolphins on the mural in the Pelican Cove ferry terminal. They are smaller than I remember. We traced their bumpy mosaic bodies with our fingertips as children, creating stories about where the dolphins came from, where they were going, and the exciting adventures they must have together. It wasn’t until we were teenagers that we learned they were just like us. Lucy resented this discovery. I only have a moment to drink her in before she ambles toward me in a blur of sun-streaked hair and a too-big Pelican Cove Fishing Co. sweatshirt.

A cartoon image of a white young woman with long and wavy brown hair looking off to her left, wearing white-beige shorts, a peach tank top, a white sports cap, and a small white bag over her shoulders. Multiple arrows lead to various passages of text. These read: JOSIE LARK, 31 YEARS OLD, BISEXUAL, WOULD BURY A BODY FOR HER SISTER, LOVES: LUCY, SEA TURTLES, DOLPHINS, AND TACOS, and HATES: PEOPLE THAT LITTER, WILL MERCER, PEOPLE THAT BLOCK AISLES TO CHAT, WILL MERCER. The background is a yellow to pink gradient from left to right, with a line art border of teal-y blue and green seashells, starfish and conches. The bottom of the image reads “@indesii”.

A cartoon image of a tanned young man looking straight ahead, with his hands in his trouser pockets. His hair is black and tousled. He wears a light brown oversized jumper and dark brown trousers with black shoes. To his right are multiple arrows with various passages of text. These read: WILL MERCER, 30 YEARS OLD, LOVES: MADDIE, FISHING, TATTOOS, AND LOCAL IPAS, and HATES: THURSDAYS, JOSIE LARK, PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO ACCEPT HELP WHEN THEY NEED IT, JOSIE LARK. The background is a yellow to orange gradient from left to right, with a line art border of teal-y blue and green of seashells, starfish, and conches. The bottom of the image reads “@indesii”.

Dolphins have more in common with humans than most of us realize. Their social structure is complex; they travel in tight-knit groups—called pods—but they form other relationships outside of them.

#1stLinePit #WIP #A #R #CON

👇 Blurb, small Josie & Will profile, continued opening.

I’m terrified I’ve already become a fallen child star—burnt out before my eighteenth birthday.

Until the call.

#AgentsGuide for PLAY TO MY HEART in reply to this post.

#1stLinePit #Q #YA #R #LF #CON #amquerying

Thank you! I used to do theatre so I’m really into setting the scene. 😂

Cover for Grim Portents featuring a skeleton hand gripping a feather, emerging from a flaming book over a maze

"I always told myself it wasn't real. It was a figment of my imagination, the mind playing tricks. It was just a shadow. But now the monster had been given a name, an identity. It was real." BILL BAKER WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO MARRY THE WOMAN HE LOVES, BUT WHEN HIS WEDDING IS INTERRUPTED BY A RAMPAGING HELL-BEAST, HIS LIFE IS THROWN INTO DISARRAY. DESPERATE FOR A SECOND CHANCE, HE WILL DO ANYTHING TO SET HIS FUTURE BACK ON TRACK. NOW, WITH THE HELP OF A SOUL-COLLECTING REAPER NAMED SONNY, HE MUST UNCOVER WHO IS RELEASING MONSTERS FROM HELL, IN ORDER TO EARN BACK THE LIFE THAT WAS STOLEN FROM HIM AND PREVENT THE ONCOMING END OF DAYS. FACED WITH THE CHOICE BETWEEN WHAT IS RIGHT, AND WHAT IS EASY, BILL MAY HAVE TO SACRIFICE ALL HE HOLDS DEAR FOR ONE LAST SHOT AT LIFE.

Black and white sketch of characters Bill and Sonny. Bill is a dark featured man in a suit and kind of a Mark Ruffalo vibe. Sonny is a rotting corpse man with a cardigan.

#1stLinePit
Grim Portents
HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE X CONSTANTINE

We killed another guy at the Whataburger this morning, which makes three since we started on the road yesterday.

#Q #A #F #COM #H #P

"He was told she could speak to the dead. He hoped against all hope that it was true."
#1stLinePit #wip #a #st #amwriting #supernaturalthriller

Being summoned by Vanessa Vine was a privilege most witches would gouge their neighbor’s eye for. Since Brisa received the official summons five days ago, there was no excitement, only the type of anxiety that sows its seeds into the folds of your brain. #1stlinepit #WIP #F #R #H

Isaac X Isaac (@isaacxisaac.bsky.social) Gay crimes! Trans wrongs! Enemies to enemies! Here's my #Own #LGBT #Hu #YA(?) again for #WSPit! A romp through a colorful, heightened #Hi storical playground. Can one defeat the patriarchs with the…

Alexander stood at the edge of the deck, one hand clutching the railing, the other fastened tight on the brim of his hat as he leant out over the waves.

#1stLinePit #WIP #ADV #COM #HF #YA(?)

A haunting caterwaul gusted through the hall then snuffed out abruptly, leaving an eerie quiet in its wake. Arabella sat up with a start, peering into the dark, the stillness of night disturbed by only the pounding of her heart and the steady ticking of a clock. #1stLinePit #WIP #YA #F #ADV