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krys plummer
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YA Fantasy Writer Currently Querying: #TheAreynianStorm, a #YA #NA #BIPOC #Fantasy
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Raised in NY, 17-year-old Art is unaccustomed to the games of dominance and manipulation that the powerful people of her world play. So when she is captured and brought there, she is forced to reckon with the fact that she is tragically out of her depth.
But... Art *is* learning.
#Bluepit #Q #YA #F
July 14, 2025 at 2:23 AM
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Caught between two rivals—a domineering brute and a manipulative strategist—a Black teen coveted for her power must join one in a coup or risk a deadly escape before their infamous leader returns to end her. Assuming, of course, the brute's situationship doesn't kill her first. #Q #YA #F #Questpit
The Areynian Storm, a YA Fantasy w/crossover potential, 98k words Power Grants Choices 17-year-old Art was given a power that only the Big Bad has, so when she is captured she has two options before her inevitable return: risk a deadly escape in defiance of beings who have already mastered what she does not, or join one of the two seeking an alliance to cement a new leadership, though any such pact is sure to be temporary. Time is only running out. Snippet: Art took two steps to follow her. “I have not dismissed you.” Art paused and rocked on her heels. She felt the prickle of his gaze and tried to hide the clenching of her fists by stroking the palm of her hands with her fingers. “Dinner’s over,” she said without looking back at him. “Stay. It is a night of celebration.” Art stood there debating if she would. Her mind buzzed. Was Myra okay? What if she really needed her— “Your markings have grown.” She turned then and didn’t bother to hide the irritation on her face. Only, Galon wasn’t looking at her face. His gaze was lower, aimed at the curve of her hip. “I prefer my woman in skirts.” His gaze lifted to her eyes. “They suit your form better.” Two god-like rivals. An emotional side-chick. Death’s imminent return. The Areynian Storm by Krys Plummer, a ya fantasy w/crossover potential 98k-words Art’s power is feared, despised, and yet everyone wants it. She possesses the oldest ability of the god-like beings who sought to dominate her world and will one day be able to control others and reality. So she was raised here, with us, in New York, shackled by expectations and condemned to play a pivotal role in a war she never wanted to fight. But when she is captured and caught between two of these god-like rivals seeking an alliance to become the new HBIC, an emotional side chick, and Death’s imminent return, Art finally realizes a savage truth: power grants choices. Everyone expects her to save her world, but Art doesn’t have a savior complex. She didn’t ask for this. And we have no maids here. Featuring: body-based magic system, strong BIPOC rep, action, romance, manipulation and twists, and a complex ensemble case who drive the plot forward.
May 7, 2025 at 7:15 AM
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RAYBEARER X PRISON HEALER

#Litagents, are you looking for a fun, accessible, and commercially appealing fantasy with immersive world-building, diverse and complex characters, high-stakes tension, and fresh spins on beloved tropes?

DM or like to see more🙃#Q #YA #NA #F #Questpit
May 7, 2025 at 4:56 AM
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#litagents, for #questpit here’s my #agentsguide on THE AREYNIAN STORM, a #YA #F w/ crossover appeal #amquerying about a Black teen navigating fate versus choice that features:

✨ new magic system & lore
✅ trope subversions
🙆🏾‍♀️ strong heroine & diverse cast
⚔️ manipulation and twists
👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾 romantic tension
May 7, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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Hey #CRPGlasswings! I've made a lot of progress on finding inconsistencies in my manuscript! I found a pretty big one continuity-wise that led to this awesome snippet I'm sharing below! I'll probably use it in one of my QuestPit pitches! #CampRevPit
But as she turned onto the hall, she caught another familiar face, though one she had no desire to see. Imogen. A rush of anger hit Art like a spark catching dry wood. The smirk that crept up Imogen's face only served as gasoline. Art's strides lengthened. There was no Galon or Maura here to stop her now. She flexed her fingers, ready to conjure a zale, when O'seer came to mind. Emotional. Undisciplined. Her pace slowed, just a bit. On sight, Art had promised. It was her first instinct, and exactly how they all expected her to react. So she shouldn't. Instead she found wisdom in more of O'seer's words: You must learn to be more observant, child, if you insist on playing at strategy. Okay, Art thought, letting her shoulders drop and schooling her face. Let's play.
April 29, 2025 at 2:56 AM
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#litagents, here's an updated #agentsguide on The Areynian Storm, my #YA #Fantasy with crossover potential #amquerying about a Black teen navigating fate vs choice featuring:

✨ new magic system & lore
✅ trope subversions
🙆🏾‍♀️ strong heroine & diverse cast
⚔️ manipulation and twists
👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾 romantic tension
April 28, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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Good morning #writingcommunity! Introducing Galon and the emayte speech pattern inspired by Starz' Spartacus!

Art! You in danger, girl 👀

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
April 21, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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Good afternoon #WritingCommunity! Here's a quick snippet! What do you think? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
April 19, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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RAYBEARER X PRISON HEALER

When captured by the god-like beings colonizing her world, a Black teen navigates fate versus choice.

#PosterPitQ #YA #F
EPIC FANTASY WHERE EVERYONE FAFO NEW MAGIC SYSTEM AND LORE ACTION, ROMANCE, MANIPULATION AND TWISTS WITH A BLACK FMC AS THE RELUCTANT CHOSEN ONE AND COMPLEX ENSEMBLE CAST WHO DRIVE THE PLOT FORWARD THE AREYNIAN STORM A YA FANTASY BY KRYS PLUMMER WHEN CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO GOD-LIKE BEINGS VYING TO BECOME THE NEW HBIC, AN EMOTIONAL SIDE CHICK, AND DEATH'S IMMINENT ARRIVAL, SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD ART REALIZES A SAVAGE TRUTH: POWER GRANTS CHOICES. EVERYONE EXPECTS HER TO SAVE HER WORLD, BUT SAVIORS ARE MAIDS AND WE HAVE NO MAIDS HERE. NOW QUERYING
April 19, 2025 at 8:49 AM
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Good morning #writingcommunity ☀️☀️ When I wrote this scene years ago, I thought it was just chef's kiss... and I still do 😉😌 I love the way Mags balances strength and confidence with humility and experience. He's a get "esh" done kinda man and we love to see it 🙋‍♀️ 🎉 #WIPSnips #WritingPrompts #WriteSky
April 5, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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Good afternoon #WritingCommunity! I LOVE this scene - so much history and tension and subtext here between Maura and Imogen. For context, Art was asked to distract Maura, so Art asked Maura to escort her to her room. Maura gets them lost... or does she? 😈 #WIPSnips #WritingPrompts #WriteSky
Maura released Art as the small smile that was on her face grew larger and more devious, like a cat that had spotted a mouse. But this was a brave mouse, one that rushed down the hall to meet it. “Shall I offer some advice?” Maura said quietly, speaking to Art without breaking her gaze from Imogen. “Do try to avoid becoming like this one.” As Imogen paused in front of them, she said, louder, “Pathetic,” with a little laugh. “Love is for children and fools.” She offered Art a smile, but it was not returned. “You will go no further.” Imogen’s voice was cold and clipped, her eyes dark with a quiet intensity. “Leave.” Art could only be surprised to see that there was someone else Imogen seemed to hate more. But Maura relished her ire, tossing her hair over one shoulder with a fluid turn of her head. “I’m escorting the Sytera. I have business in the manor.” Imogen didn’t blink. Her gaze flicked to Art. “Your room is not this way. And there is nothing here for you. Either of you,” she said, meeting Maura’s gaze again. “Leave.” Her voice was like Death. “Now.” Maura tsked softly. “But I’ve only just come inside. It’s been so long. Maybe I have become a little lost, Sytera, forgive me.” Maura brushed a hand over Art’s shoulder and squeezed. She noticed Imogen rubbing her fingers together, saw her waning patience. “Careful, now.” Maura conjured a look of pity. “One may think you’re feeling… threatened. But that would mean you’re inadequate, wouldn’t it?” Art’s eyes darted between them, noting Maura’s playful indifference and Imogen’s barely contained fury. It felt like watching someone trying to light a cigarette while attached to an oxygen tank. She wisely took a step back.
April 4, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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COBAB x Prison Healer

When captured by the god-like beings colonizing her world, a black teen navigates fate vs choice

✨ new magic system & lore
✅ trope subversions
⚔️ manipulation & power plays
🙆🏾‍♀️ strong heroine & diverse ensemble
🤯 EVERYONE FAFO
👀 watch the breadcrumbs

#ya #na #fantasy #litagents
Art’s power is feared, despised, and yet everyone wants it. She possesses the rarest abilities of the god-like beings who sought to dominate her world and will one day be able to control others and reality. So she was raised here, with us, in New York, shackled by the burdens and expectations of the Chosen One and condemned to play a pivotal role in a war she never wanted to fight. But when she is captured and caught between two god-like rivals seeking an alliance to become the new HBIC, an emotional side chick, and Death’s imminent return, Art realizes a savage truth: power grants choices. Everyone expects her to save her world, but Art doesn’t have a savior complex. She didn’t ask for this. And we have no maids here. Art found another note. She sat in the iron chair of her favorite neighborhood restaurant, rifling through her purse to grab money to pay for her lunch, and froze as she registered the folded up sheet now buried there. She didn’t have to read it. It always came on the same white paper with the same scrawled handwriting that spelled directions to a bench in Central Park and a meeting day that changed each time she ignored it. She received her first one two weeks ago with long stretches of silence between the mysterious appearances, but the gaps were shrinking. Whoever was sending them seemed to be growing more persistent.
April 4, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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Hey #RevPitWaiting! Shoutout to @ambucsaru.bsky.social for the meme generator 🎉 I had no idea how you guys were creating such amazing and hilarious memes yesterday (I’m still learning *Bluesky*/I’m so ridiculous with technology and social media) 😅 But here’s two I created already #writingcommunity!
Art: How do I kick everyone’s ass to show I’m a strong FMC if the opps have been doing this way longer than me? Me: That’s the neat part, you don’t. Art: This girl really cares about him. Best leave her relationship alone. Also Art: Tell her her man wants someone else.
April 2, 2025 at 11:47 PM
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Hey #WritingCommunity and #RevPitWaiting! I always get the giggles reading this so hopefully you like it too. Like, sir, WHY do you think they made sure to bind your hands?!?!! 💀💀

Nupea's whole personality is "I may take things, but words HURT people! Do better!" and I CAN'TT 🤣
#WriteSky #BookSky
April 1, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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Good morning #writingcommunity ☀️ Of course I gotta feature my mans Nupea for todays #WIPSnips! He would definitely prefer to be called a trickster, rather than a... than a...
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts
April 1, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Alright #WritingCommunity, I wanna hear your response as to how you'd react if the trusted adult in your life told you this at 11yo 🤯 Memes, gifs, emojis, & funny/sarcastic answers are encouraged and appreciated! Personally, I'm asking why she chose now to start smoking 🤣 #ScribbledSheroes #WriteSky
March 29, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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GOOD morning ☀️ I'm thankful for todays’ #WIPSnips because I get to explain that these blue flames that I constantly use are what I imagine zetwals look like!
"What are zetwals, Krys?"
I got you! Read, reeead my child 🦹
#WritingCommunity, can you see it too or am I trippin?? #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
March 29, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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Art, honey, I think you’re gonna have to hold this one. I get you're upset and in pain, but don’t be snarky then get upset when you get a snarky response 🤷🏾‍♀️ Just saying 🫢 Am I right, #WritingCommunity? #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amquerying #TheAreynianStorm
March 28, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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Good morning #WritingCommunity ☀️ In today's #ScribbledSheroes, we’re going for ✨vibes✨ to showcase Eres and her SLOWburn love interest 💕 Auntie Ursula did say 🎶they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who’s withdrawn/it’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man🎶 #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amquerying
March 28, 2025 at 12:27 PM
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Good morning again #WritingCommunity ☀️ In today's #ScribbledSheroes, I am excited to introduce Eres, our beautiful sassy redhead who uses a communicator to speak after her voice was taken by the sea witch 😏 But no matter what, sis makes sure she is heard 🗣️ #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amquerying
March 27, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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Good morning #WritingCommunity ☀️ I COULDN'T RESIST using this "quick(ly)" for today's #WIPSnips. I can’t stress this enough: I love vulnerability. I LOVE vulnerability. I LOVE VULNERABILITY. Let it out, Art, let it out! #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amquerying
March 27, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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It's another lovely day #writingcommunity with Art learning actions have consequences. I dunno sis, maybe the kalpa was taking a nap which you rudely interrupted while swimming away from the OTHER monsters -- maybe you should've tried apologizing 🧐 #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #amquerying
She turned, kicking hard, desperate to put distance between them. But after several beats, she collided with something massive. A thick, sinuous form coiled around her, tightening like a vice before she could react. Her chest burned as the serpent-like creature constricted further, pinning her arms to her sides, forcing her legs together. She gasped as pressure crushed the air from her lungs. She bent her elbows, just barely, and conjured a zetwal. The glow illuminated the creature’s grotesque face—bulging, lidless eyes locked onto her, its massive mouth stretching wide, lined with jagged, needle-like fangs. Two long tendrils protruded from its face. One lashed out, slicing across her cheek like a razor. Pain seared through her. Art’s breath hitched, terror slamming into her so hard she lost focus. Her zetwal vanished. She was going to die. The beast jerked her sideways, her body twisting in its crushing grip. Then she felt it. The shift of its massive jaw overhead.
March 25, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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I'm really loving this tagline that I came up with today 😂 Chosen ones are predominately white males, so of course we're gonna have to get a bit sassy for our Black FMC who has been cursed with this nonsense #WritingCommunity #YA #BIPOC #Fantasy #WriteSky #amquerying
March 25, 2025 at 1:21 AM
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Oh yes, "ditch" is used only twice here in #TAS in the lead up to one of my favorite scenes that showcases vulnerability and accountability 🥹
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts #amquerying
March 24, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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I love this! Here's an intro to Nupea, the most unserious motormouth ever (mind you, these characters are PRISONERS right now) He also readily disagrees with anyone calling him a thief 😂 BUT everyone deserves someone as devoted to them as he is to Queen Quanterra 😌 #writefunny #TAS #writingcommunity
March 24, 2025 at 12:23 AM