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The Piper Wars Seasons 1 - 4 Synopsis:

The Piper Wars Season 1 Synopsis:

The fallen Death-Reaper known as the Piper has gone rogue and is leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He has made an infernal alliance with the cursed heathen gods of old, throwing all of reality into chaos in an all or nothing bid to become the most powerful being in the Multiverse. In Wonderland, Alice must make a terrible trek to find her way home before the Red Queen can claim her head as Captain Hook sails deep into the forbidden waters to seize godhood over the Neverlands. On Earth, The Darling Children and the Lost Boys face a fearsome battle for survival against dark inter-dimensional forces.

The Piper Wars Season 2 Synopsis:

Time is running out for the multiverse and all life hangs in the balance as Alice races against time to complete her training to become the new Witch of Gates. John Darling does battle against demonic forces in a desperate bid to save the tortured soul of a young boy as Wonderland is consumed in a bloody civil war. In the Neverlands, Hook launches a savage campaign of conquest against Pan and the resistance forces of the Ten-Nations while on Earth the K.B.I. braces for multiversal conflict as the Piper continues to pave the way for cosmic calamity.

The Piper Wars Season 3 Synopsis:

War has finally arrived as the Piper makes good on his deal with the Lilithian Order to collapse the worlds of Oz, Wonderland, and Neverlands onto Earth merging realities into one and sowing cosmic chaos. The KBI must organize all the nations of the world to wage a global war to hold back the forces of evil while trying to save a cursed child destined to become the Abyssal God of a new Earth born of blood and destruction. Can the armies of light prevail or will all of humanity be lost to the darkness.

The Piper Wars Season 4 Synopsis:

The Piper War may have been won but at the cost of billions of lives and the precious blood of friends. Mankind now struggles to rebuild from the most destructive war in history but evil never stays gone for long and new would-be gods are already positioning themselves to take advantage of the chaos and confusion. Wait… Did someone say Dracula? Wait, you heard Dracula? I heard Cthulhu. I think we both have been working too many night shifts.

Looking for LGBT+ 18+ Voice Actors and a Script Beta Reader and an artist.

Looking for Voice Actors who are members of the LGBT+ community who are willing to volunteer their time and effort to voice some characters for our LGBT+ production house. The roles are for our Audio-Drama; the Invisible Man Reduxes. The needed roles are as follows:

1) We need a VA who can do an Male British Voice = Adult Griffin [Invisible Man] 2) We need a VA who can do an Male British Voice = Johnathon Harker [of the Dracula stories] 3) We need a VA who can do an Elderly-Male British Accent = Mr. Poole [Dr. Jeykll's butler] 4) We need a script beta-reader to help refine the scripts so that they are the best they can be. 5) Lastly we need an artist who is willing to do some basic artwork for this project. Anyone who is interested, please reach out to me as soon as you can on Discord. My Discord name is Lexshira. Also, you can just DM me here if you do not have Discord.

Basic starting premise for another story that takes place in my multiverse

An ageless loli Neko-Kin ( Cat-Girl ) professor along with their mysterious femme fatal alien body-guard, a queer exiled vampire noble and their ghostly former demon-hunter companion walk into out-of-the-way shire-like village during the harvest festival where they intended to have a nice jovial night of drinking and fun only to have the night interrupted by the arrival of two terrified young children on the verge of death who flee into the festival pleading for help to save their mother from a monster they claim has taken over their home and trapped their mother inside. The village elders request that the 4 strangers ( The professor, her body-guard, the vampire noble, and their ghostly companion ) go and aid the children in the rescuing of their mother and defeat the monster.  One of the village residents named Oskar Lochlan ( an Anam-Forge Gunslinger ) with a disturbing past agrees to join them in aiding the children and so together the group sets out as the children lead the way back to their house that dwells along the side of long-forgotten path on which no one ever travels anymore. 

P.S. = I am always looking for those who are interested in helping me create something beautiful, bring ideas to life and hopefully expand the amount of LGBTQIA+ media out there at the same time. If you are interested or would like to talk then please contact me here on Tumblr. Thank you all for your time.

Here is a brief description of another part of my multiverse in which all my writings take place.

ESCAPING HOME:

Written by 

Lillian Ashcroft

22 November 2021

A small group of super-powered kids and teens are forced to fight for their lives after an evil corporation known as Xen-Vulleriss invades locks down and kills all the adults in their small island town. Xen-Vulleriss is drawn to the town by the youngest of the kids accidentally using his devastating power at school during an altercation with some school staff resulting in the kid being taken into custody and placed in the local lock-up. During the night Xen-Vulleriss invades in hopes of capturing the all super-powered kids in the town. Xen-Vulleriss proceeds to kill all the adults in town leaving it up to the older kids in the town to protect the younger kids as they try to escape their island home and go get help from the outside world. At the end of the story, the group of survivors will make discoveries that will change the course of human history forever as dark truths are revealed and mysterious events begin to play out on a global scale.

This story is intended to be part of an ever-expanding cinematic universe that deals heavily with ideas and themes ranging from Multiversal conflict and inter-dimensional travel to concepts such as aliens and eldritch gods. Themes regarding the LGBTQIA+ community will also play a heavy role in this cinematic multiverse.

Architectural Words of High-Arcana

This just some words used my the Architects / Gods of my mythos ( The Piper Wars mythos ) to magical control reality. Elementus ( Elemental ) Words: Aiero = Air / Wind Anam = Soul / Spirit Cré = Earth Chronoss = Time Codexus = Digi-Materia / Digital Information Derlana = Electricity Hemoss = Blood Gravtoss = Gravity Lann = Light / Photo Machina = Machines Magnes = Magnetism Matara = Matter / Solid-Material Narcess = Self Necross = Necrotic-Energy / Death Ogher = Ice / Cryonic-Energy Psychiss = Mind Radioss = Radiation Aqiss = Water Tine = Fire / Flame Umbriss = Darkness / Shadow Vitia = Life / Vitality Weapia = Weapon / Implement Vlles = Flesh Silvarali = Silver-Light / Divine Light / Luciferian Light Formus ( Forming ) Words / Actoss (Action ) Words: Armeri = Armor / Shell Ascedor = Rise / Ascend Devos = Deform / Breakdown Dominostrass = Dominate / Control Fayda = Find / Locate Gail = Vibrate / Pulsate Paraza = Bind / Restrain Ga = Go Imprusa = Imprision / Cage Invetia = Invert Kinde = Cone Materia = Materialize Mendri = Mend / Repair Phallicia = Penis / Phallus Pillerum = Pillar / Column Pellta = Pull / Drag Ripola = Ripple / Wave Shaw = Shield Shuriko = Shuriken Straka = Strike / Melee Vortoss = Vortex Zeth = Nebulate / Mist / Fog Targeting Words: Ven = Self / Me Ver = Their ( Targeted area of effect ) Vie = Them ( Unnamed designated group ) Vor = Them ( Single unnamed target )

Character art of Captain Hook for my first book.

Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow

On the dryer, the old tabby cat she’d inherited with the apartment was coiled tight into a wad of scraggy fur on a pile of clean clothes she’d folded and forgotten to put away. He purred in his sleep, oblivious to her presence in his soundless, elderly world, so she tapped twice on the fabric to let him know she was home. He blinked and unfurled, long and ribby, mouth gaping open in a nearly-toothless yawn. She held out her hand and he bumped his head against it, then turned in a circle and curled back up on the clothes.

“Rough day?” she asked him, smirking as she rolled the towels and laid them in the cabinet beneath the sink. “Must be nice, freeloadin’ like you are. Ain’t even got the good graces to hear me when I’m talkin’.”

From the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the bag of prescription cat food, dropping a couple scoops into the bowl she kept on the shelf behind the washer and dryer, then wetting it with water from the sink. The tabby watched her, blinking slow and uninterested as she worked, then yawned again when she was done.

For a few seconds, Taryn stood there with her hands on her hips, same as she always did, waiting for the cat to decide whether or not to waste the food, same as he always had.

“Heck with ya,” she said after a minute, then flipped the switch for the fan and the light over the tub. “But I ain’t leavin’ it out all night this time. You damn near put me in an early grave dumpin’ that last bowl while I was sleepin’.”

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Synopsis:

Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.

Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.

Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.

Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.

Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow–something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling Farm.

And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.

I've been starting to re-read my earlier chapters of Ithaca as I near completion. I can safely say this is the heaviest and most speculative piece I've ever written. When I started writing it last September, I had no idea how much it would take over my life, how important it would become for me to be able to get it out into the world. I also didn't seriously expect to make it this far.

I'm behind schedule right now, for obvious reasons, but it still blows my mind to look at this outline and see so few scenes (in white) left to write. There's a lot of work to do even once it is completed, and a lot of trimming down as it's approaching 130,000 words. I still have to decide if I'm going to use any of these chapter titles or just stick with numbers, but I'm hopeful I'll be able to have a first manuscript printed to hold in my hands before the end of the year--and then promptly mark up all the problems with it and start round two =D

One of the very few plot threads I liked after season 2.

I did very much appreciate how much Discovery catered so openly to some of the modern social movements happening around the world, be it LGBTQ+ awareness, gender expression and identity, and the more silent struggles like mental health support and awareness. This particular plot thread with Detmer actually motivated me to write the one-shot that became my out-of-control Airiam and Michael 6-fic series, and Detmer has long been on my character study hit list, too.

Anyone who follows my writing will probably notice a trend of me digging into the inner workings of characters' minds, be they originals of my own or existing characters from film or books. People and relationships are fascinating. Non-human or artifical thinking is fascinating. As someone who overthinks damn near everything, being able to use that quirk in my writing to bring attention to the different ways people might experience the world around them, and why they make the choices they do, is wonderful and cathartic.

I spend way too much of my time writing to make up for the hundreds of shortcomings I saw in Discovery post season 2, but Detmer was a character done right the entire way through.

It's a big word to be able to say.

I am only 13 scenes from the end of my original fic and I can't believe it 🥲

...then comes trimming it down from where it should end up around 200k words to...much less than that 😂

Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

“Judith,” Lyris argued, stepping forward and taking one of her hands. She folded it between her own. Judith looked down at it for a moment, the distant memory of the sight from a time long ago reforming in her mind. Lyris ducked her head a bit until their eyes connected again. “We have to keep this crew safe. We are their only chance–do you understand?”

“This isn’t about the crew.”

“Yes it is,” Lyris insisted. “And it’s also about you.”

“I don’t understand,” Judith pleaded.

“You will,” the Commander replied, squeezing her hand. “I promise, you will. But I have to get them out. I have to get you out, Judith. No matter the cost.”

“Ithaca is dying, Lyris,” Judith said weakly.

Lyris’ grip on her hand became crushing. She raised her chin, her jaw jutting outward and tensing in the seconds before she spoke. The voltaic growl when she did sent a shiver through to Judith’s core.

“And I’ll make her rend every fleck of metal from my bones before I let her take you with her.”

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Synopsis:

When Lieutenant Judith Quinn is jolted out of stasis by Commander Lyris to find their starship crippled and adrift, she’s dragged into a nightmare unlike any she’s ever known. But as they work to piece together what brought Ithaca to her knees and salvage what remains, Judith feels an unsettling shift in her Commander. The woman she once knew—once loved—is different, marked by the accident that drove them apart, burdened by the augmentations that keep her together, and driven by a desperation that feels frighteningly personal.

As the ship descends into ruin and old feelings transform into a lifeline, Judith must confront the disturbing realization that the real danger may lie not in the wreckage surrounding them, but in how much of herself she will abandon to reconnect with what matters the most.

I will not start another Star Trek series until I am done writing my story and my fics because I can only handle one hyperfixation at a time and if I'm gonna be hyperfixated I'm at least gonna get a completed original fic out of it, dammit.

Another Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

Why did you do this to her? Judith begged of the ship. Why now, after everything she’s done for us? Ithaca remained still, more silent than she’d ever been. The Commander's gaze met hers through the window, and Judith’s heart fractured. The possibility of Lyris’ end, the idea that she might actually be mortal, was simply too devastating to comprehend. If even she could fall, what hope was there for the rest of them? “I’ll come back for you,” Judith choked out, her voice barely a whisper. But even as she made her promise, even as she righted herself and took off for the nearest transporter, Judith wondered if there would even be anything left of the Commander, of the life that had always so fiercely refused to be extinguished, to come back to.

Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

“How long?” Judith asked, hugging her arms against her ribs. She shivered slightly, the chill of the open space seeping into her. “How long until…?” The question ground to a halt, and no amount of will could force it into the air. How long until we’re gone? She could hear it in her mind. She could see it in the gaunt lines of her reflection. The bones of her cheeks and shoulders pushed out against her skin and the thin fabric of her undershirt, her brown eyes framed in dark crescents–fault lines and shadows where there should have been rolling hills and light. Judith scrubbed a hand across her face, like she could wipe that terrible, broken reflection away. Beneath them, Ithaca creaked and trembled as if even the leviathan herself was afraid of what it meant to die. Rage boiled to the surface, at the great, suffering beast still clinging to her perverse, miserable excuse of a life and her demands she not die alone. How long until you finally let us go?

how it feels being a Plotter having Pantser friends only

my beloved writers,

you need to seriously challenge your mindset of writing for likes and such. You already know you should write for yourself, so do it.

It does not matter. They are numbers.

If your productivity and motivation are tied to how much positive feedback you get, you are killing the artist inside of you. To be an artist means to not be chained down by anything - not opinions, not feedback, not an audience.

It is no complex, hard task to stop caring. Just stop. Stop caring for it. I promise, it will be the most freeing thing you can do for your mind.

Sincerely,

a long recovered Wattpad-Reads-Obsessor.

I sit down to write and suddenly all the little things bother me… The dirt on my monitor display, the red underlined spelling error on the page, my broken Y-button, the random question of how to set an apostrophe correctly, the looming guilt of possibly being illiterate for not knowing the apostrophe thing besides doing this writing thing for a living since six years, the unspoken truth that if I were to give up on my job I would give up on the only thing I’m barely good at, the fact my dad never apologised

I think we all have this one chapter with incomprehensible dialogue that we wrote at 4am that just has us like

every day I wake up and realize I am surrounded by pantsers. Where are all the plotters? Am I the only one? Sometimes I feel like it, you guys are so messy,,, (I love you)

I miss the times when I was only struggling to find a synonym or something, editing is so much WORSE

save me tormented fictional man… please tormented fictional man save me

they (media) are not making characters straight OR friends on my watch!!

If there’s one tip I can give to writers of all calibers, new or veterans (since a lack of this is even the case with published authors), it must be:

Watch out for your subtext as much as you can.

No matter how genius the worldbuilding, no matter how 3-dimensional the characters, your text will carry a subconscious message, and you have to be careful with it. The way you phrase things, the way you describe certain groups of people does matter a lot.

If you like it or not, your book will send big messages, even if you believe it doesn’t. Make sure you know exactly what those messages are. Be intentional about your subtext. It’s worth a lot.

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writing memes but it’s all frames from hannibal rising

writing tips blogs: “to make your character feel real and relatable you need to take a little from them.”

dystopian writers: “On it boss!” *turns to main character and points at them with a pencil* “No bitches, no family, no limbs, no hope, no healing, no rest, no peace, no clue, no wisdom, no help, no freedom, no redemption, no happy end, no comfort, no safety, no food, no mercy, no dignity, no conclusion, no impact, ONLY WAR.”

respect your fellow fan fiction writers. They are the firefighters to the burning nightmares that our published works are. They fix all the merciless terror that we never bothered to. Putting bandaids on everybody. Embracing the side characters with barely any screen time. And they also write those nasty unhinged sex scenes that we never dared to because we knew our families would be reading our work. Say thank you bitch

do you torture the character you relate to most and recreate your own abuse in fiction to cope or were your needs and feelings acknowledged as a child