♡ about me ♡

★ british | 19 | she/they
ace lesbian, gnc, neurodivergent
autumn lover, spooky enthusiast★ aspiring author/scriptwriter
my wip is a murder mystery involving queer ghosts (the book itself has no title so far, but i'm getting there) i have no real plans for publishing right now, writing remains a hobby as i hope to continue working on my wips and other projects in order to broaden my skills.★ mostly i hope to pursue film studies and become a scriptwriter, since being a writer for a film, show, anything really is something that i really hope to achieve one day.★ i enjoy writing (when i'm not suffering from writers block), reading, listening to music and watching musicals !!!★ i plan to post aesthetic things, moodboards of my ocs as well as snippets of my wip

♡ fav authors ♡

★ neil gaiman
★ rick riordan
★ charlie higson
★ james dashner
★ darren shan

♡ wip snippet ♡

The town of Hadens was silent that night. It was relatively peaceful to begin with, the only sounds that disturbed the blissful silence came from the birds chirping in their nests and the occasional laughter of children and teenagers alike as the sun disappeared from the horizon and a thick veil of black took the place of what had been a beautiful clear sky earlier that day. There had been nothing to suggest that anything bad would happen that evening, it seemed so quiet, so peaceful. It was undisturbed for a long while, so long until the quiet had started to feel almost eerie. Not that anyone noticed, of course. They were too wrapped up in their own heads and lives to focus on such a small thing, it was nothing important really, nothing at all. A few stray clouds had started to drift over the sky that was gradually getting darker with each passing moment and the wind blew, steady and slow, causing the leaves that had already started to fall to flutter to the ground faster. The first signs of autumn had finally started to show, summer would soon be over.