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Ivy T. Woods
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Romantic Fantasy Author | She/her
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Geralt of Rivia meets THE PACIFIER
When Audlan’s boss is killed by a rival sorcerer, he is abruptly saddled with his boss’ “children”—five shadow demons summoned from another dimension. Audlan must hunt down his boss’ killer and stop Ig from getting blood on the carpet
#QuestPit #AG #W #A #F
In a black background, in red text: SHADOW DADDY, Geralt of Rivia meets The Pacifier a cloaked figure in black pushes a black stroller on top of a red circle (with the bottom cut off)
November 5, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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Pirates of the Caribbean but if Elizabeth was a bisexual mage, Will and Jack were combined into a lesbian octopus monster/pirate, and James Norrington was an age-appropriate hottie that didn’t suck. Then add more angst and a cult that wants to drown the world
#QuestPit #AG #W #A #F #R #FR #OV #LGBT
A moodboard that says “Sculptor of the Waves” There are pictures of: Waves in the top-left A tall ship anchored in the bottom-left An octopus writhing in the bottom-left-middle Lightning on a dark blue sky in the bottom-right-middle Cliffs overlooking a body of water in the top-right In the bottom-right “Pirates of the Caribbean X A bisexual Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil”
November 5, 2025 at 7:10 AM
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An #editorsguide to 🌲THE LAND OF UNDYING SUMMER🌲
This romantic fantasy has:
🐻‍❄️ A setting inspired by the Canadian subarctic
🌋Roots in animistic religion
⚡️A physics based magic system
👵🏽 Crotchety immortals
🏠 Complex family dynamics
🗺️ Neurodivergent MMC

#QuestPit #AG #A #F #R #FR
An Editor’s Guide To The Land of Undying Summer by Ivy T. Woods Adult Romantic Fantasy 105,000 words On a background with a map With a picture of a mountain, forest, and a lake on the left and text on the right: Pitch When a half-dead priestess is forced to work with the wandering mage who nearly killed her, they develop a reluctant camaraderie. But when he kills a guard, her people’s distrust of the newcomer escalates into a full-scale uprising. His presence risks the lives of the only family she has left, leaving her to choose once and for all: is she beholden to the living, the dead, or herself? With roots in animistic religion and a setting inspired by the Canadian sub-arctic, THE LAND OF UNDYING SUMMER is a stand-alone romantic fantasy Comps The atmosphere and vibes of: The Gilded Crown by Marianne Gordon Blood Over Bright Haven by M. L. Wang The Humour of: Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher Chapter One - The End of Darkness No Guide could resist the Call of Return forever. But this time, when Tilaani pulled herself through the spiked rocks of the Wolf’s Fangs, trembling, the agonizing need for the missing part of herself had dulled to an aching throb. The Call would take her eventually. But not today. Today, she was already running late. “Shit!” Tilaani snatched her cloak from the icy stalagmite she had been using as a hanger and staggered to a slim crack in the cliff face. It had been a century since the passage had opened in one of El’Drek’s rages but the frozen stone was still jagged, tugging at her shirt as she sidled through, thin cloak clutched in one hand. Wind whistled through the crevice, peppering her exposed skin with hard snow. It melted, steaming as it touched her. Time within the cavern had always been malleable, misaligned with the world outside. Shinac had always claimed the shifts were random but Tilaani had her doubts. It always seemed to stretch whenever she was in a hurry. She wouldn’t put it past any of the dead—either blessed or Barred—to extend time merely to inconvenience her. And now, backing up this theory, the sun was high overhead and the few hours she had spent being lectured by the Ancients had become nearly an entire night and day in the land of the living. Allak would be insufferable if she was late.
November 5, 2025 at 5:10 AM
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Text rolls over a background of a misty forest: When Tilaani was fourteen, Luk’s Hold had been plagued by ear divers. It had started with some hunters, who had unknowingly wandered into a contaminated area of the forest. The beetles—in their final stages of life—had burrowed into their skulls, through the ear canal. They ripped and shredded, consuming the flesh of their victims. The victims would have a sharp, stabbing pain; seen the blood trickling down, but by then it was already too late. Deafness came shortly after as their ear drum shredded. Then, it was only a matter of time before the insect reached the victim’s brain and laid its clutch. Other than leaking some clear fluid, the victims had seemed fine for weeks—months if they were lucky. They deluded themselves, believing the pain and blood had been a freak incident or even their imagination. Soon after, they grew forgetful, though they did not notice. They accumulated bruises as their balance went, cuts as they grew clumsy. Shortly after came the seizures, but only small twitches and pauses, easily dismissed. Then, it came faster. They forgot the faces of close kin; were no longer able to gain their feet, collapsing if they managed it. The seizures intensified, leaving the victims senseless while their muscles contracted so hard they shredded. The eggs had hatched and with every passing moment consumed their victim’s brain, destroying all that they were. Eventually, death came, whether from the insects themselves or the merciful hand of a loved one. With the first bodies, no one had known what was happening. A new generation of insects had burst from Umiak’s corpse, having consumed all of what had once been a human being. They had poured from his ears, nose, and even his eyes; attacking those gathered to mourn him. After that, the bodies had been burned immediately, without the customary three days of mourning.
October 30, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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And for my final #GhostPit post, some light #bodyhorror

THE LAND OF UNDYING SUMMER
#F #R #FR #A #C #Agented
October 30, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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Epic Grimdark meets Romantasy in The Land of Undying Summer
Forced to work together, a half-dead priestess and a wandering mage develop a reluctant camaraderie. That is, until he triggers an uprising that leaves her to choose between saving either the living or the dead
#F #R #FR #GhostPit #Agented
A moodboard that contains images of: - a cavern full of stalagmites and stalactites - ice covered twigs - a sandy and rock covered shore with coniferous trees and more trees in the horizon - a mountainous landscape with coniferous trees in the foreground - a woman with black hair, dressed in black, dragging green tinged smoke around herself - a shiny brass compass on a map - two five-petaled blue flowers - an eye, the iris half-fire and half-lightning - herbs hanging to dry - a bonfire on a shoreline
October 30, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Look what I just got for my birthday 👀
October 6, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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#amquerying
A poorly drawn person labeled, “Me”, pokes “My Inbox” with a stick
September 29, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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Word of the day is “ink”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: Black-eyes crumpled, spilling inky blood across the decks. Deckhands launched themselves at the bodies, hacking at the creatures’ necks, ink spraying back over their faces. Heads must be removed from the bodies for the creatures to die. Already, the wounds Minna had made started to close and the creatures regained their feet. “Fucking pirates!” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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Word of the day is “swift”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: As much as Minna yearned to let that power fill her, that was not her task right now. The floor of the ocean would swiftly fall away, dropping into a deep, yawning darkness. The sea had many dangers. Storms and black-eyes were nothing compared to the creatures lurking in those depths. At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 27, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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Word of the day is “mire”, went with “sludge”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of air bubbles against blue water. The snippet reads: “So, are you going to tell me why you suddenly started choking on black sludge?” “It’s not sludge, it’s ink.” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 26, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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Word of the day is “absorb”, went with “soak”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of air bubbles against blue water. The snippet reads: She fell to her knees at the bars, reaching through to take the soft rag in her hand and dipping it into the warm, soapy water. She ran it over her face, scrubbing until the cloth turned black. It would never be free of the black liquid soaking into its fibres. No matter how many times it was cleaned, beaten, left to bleach in the sun, it would always bear the stain of ink. Just like her. At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 25, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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Word of the day is “leave”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: “Hold her or leave, Bil’al.” Minna pushed her rain-soaked hair from her face. “I will follow my Deckmistress’ orders.” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Convincing you to read THE LAND OF UNDYING SUMMER, using beta-reader comments on the chapter that will make you wish you HADN’T read my book
#unhingedpit #f #r #fr #q
Chapter 20 Comments Reader 1 * NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO * KICK HIS ASSSSSSSS * BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BREAD?! * Oh fuck yeah * I would not be surprised, but I WOULD be livid * I hate it here * I REALLY hate it here * I REALLY REALLY HATE IT HERE * Extra flashbacks of pain from "The Dutchman must always have a captain" * With love, why did I agree to beta-read this again??? Chapter 20 Comments Reader 2 * I want to kill him myself * And this is the line that broke me and told me how bad it was about to get and where my eyes started tearing * The number of times I had put this down and pick it up again during this chapter because of the anxiety over what was coming. * Rage inducing (this is all a compliment by the way) * I may or may not have thrown up in my mouth here * When I say I sobbed * And you broke me. I had to walk away for a minute. Both first time, and this. * And I had to walk away again. * I hate reading this chapter. Not because of any of the writing or depictions. But because of how unjust and unfair and cowardly and gut-wrenching you made it. Necessary, and I understand it. You did an amazing job with it. Chapter 20 Comments Reader 3 * I am unhappy and may have to put this down for a bit. I know thats the point, and you are executing it well but damn I'm unsettled. * I need a break. I hate that you did this (I hate it because its very good writing in a good book but HAAAAATE) Still Traumatized By Picture of Two Crossed Daggers Chapter Twenty
September 23, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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You: So is your MMC a shadow daddy?

Me: HA!
#unhingedpit #fr #f #q
Red handwriting on a beige background more like an autistic, map-obsessed, ex-sailor turned cartographer with a potty mouth and an inability to shut the fuck up
September 23, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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Word of the day is “skill”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of air bubbles against blue water. The snippet reads: Her voice was flat and even as she spoke. “Our father never cared whether we could or not but our mother? She cared a great deal. She taught us all things that a Conduit would find useful. Things that could transfer to the skill if it developed.” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 23, 2025 at 12:02 PM
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Word of the day is “flurry”, went with “scurried”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: Deckhands scurried, pushing barrels of water, carrying bags of dried beans and grain, and hauling baskets of fruit. Every nook and cranny of space on the ship not taken up by cargo would be stuffed with food and water. At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 22, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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Word of the day is “disagree”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of an old ship illuminated against an orange sunset. The snippet reads: “Bil’al, get her out of here!” Farrah roared, patience at an end. A direct order, no thought required. Perfect. Bil’al scooped up the former Deckmistress as she writhed, getting blood all over his clean, white shirt. “Put me down!” She thrashed, trying to wriggle free or hit him. “Sorry, Zari. This isn’t your deck.” Bil’al hitched her up, getting a more secure hold on her. “And you’re not its mistress.” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 21, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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Word of the day is “obvious”.

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On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: Minna’s hands were against his bare chest and—despite the fact she kept somehow using the muscles there as a pillow—she noticed the dark hair for the first time and the texture it created under her hands. She pushed herself up and back from his chest. “Huda, obviously.” At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 20, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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Word of the day is “yard”. Didn’t have that, went with “paces” as a unit of measurement.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of an old ship illuminated against an orange sunset. The snippet reads: Desperately, Bil’al swung his legs out to the side, the momentum carrying him out and around the mast. The rope wrapped around it, slowing his descent. When he was several paces above the deck, he let go and leapt, landing on his feet. Standing just before the woman with his mother. At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 19, 2025 at 12:02 PM
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We’ll see how many of these I can actually accomplish!

And hey, if I’m really lucky, one of those fulls will turn into an offer and I won’t even have to query my next book! ( #agentsguide pinned to my profile)

#BitterEndChallenge #amquerying #amwriting
Bitter end Q4 challenge new book Finish draft See editing prep and worldbuilding categories querying - TLoUS Send final queries for TLoUS Stare at my outstanding fulls and psychically encourage them to read short stories Expand “Escaping Madmore” flash fiction Draft new Kadir short story reading Listen to five more audiobooks Get through 12 first three chapter positivity passes social media Post once every three days on Instagram Post weekly on TikTok querying - SotW Start list of agents to query Make querying materials querying - SotW Start list of agents to query Make querying materials worldbuilding Finalize specific ship and terms Create maps @bree.b.writes / @breebuonomo @zillwritesbooks / @zillawrites
September 18, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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Word of the day is “red”.

SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#WIPSnips #amwriting
On a background of purple and black clouds, lightning strikes. The snippet reads: Minna shared a look with Kadir before following Qai. He led them to a table set up on the deck of the ship, all the better to see by the light of the setting sun. It was laden with food: oysters, smoked fish, cheeses, and fruit. Oranges, apples, berries of all shapes and sizes. Grapes of both red and white, and to Minna’s great relief their far superior form—wine. At the bottom of the screen there is an image of two crossed swords Sculptor of the Waves Ivy T. Woods
September 18, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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A picture of a skull with a mountainous landscape (with pine trees and a pink moon) inside the skull cavity
September 18, 2025 at 11:52 AM
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…birates
A white skull and crossbones on top of a bisexual flag
September 17, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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Feeling saucy, made a sneak peek #agentsguide for my Bisexual Pirates (birates) Romantic Fantasy, SCULPTOR OF THE WAVES

#OV #OwnVoices #WIP #AmWriting #F #FR #LGBT
Over a background of an octopus under water is a beige placard that says: Sculptor of the waves Ivy T. Woods Queer Romantic Fantasy Over a background of an octopus under water is a beige placard that says: Pitch When Minna’s marriage is arranged, she begrudgingly moves onto her betrothed’s ship to work as the magical Sculptor of the winds and waves, only to fall for the monstrous pirate they captured, whose only goal is to sacrifice them all to the god she worships and drown the world for good measure. To the right is a picture of the silhouette of a tall ship at sunset in a white border Over a background of an octopus under water is a beige placard that says: Comps and Tropes There is a picture of Pirates of the Caribbean and Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil Bisexual love triangle Actually has to choose Arranged marriage / forced proximity Enemies to lovers Yearning She’s a monster and I don’t care Over a background of an octopus under water is a beige placard that says: First Lines Minna clutched the handrail as the ship smacked into the water, riding the violent dip between two waves. Her foot slipped and her shin barked against the steep steps of the ladder. She made a mental note to smack Kadir later—he needed a gentler touch. The seas were to be guided, never forced. She touched a finger to the sun-darkened skin of her leg. No blood. Her bare feet slapped against rough wood as she strode between the oars to her father’s cabin at the stern. She pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. If the Deckmaster needed her so urgently, he could deal with her barging in.
September 17, 2025 at 2:59 PM