Yaira Pujols

@yairap.bsky.social

Writer | Ya romance WIP: Reverie London & Zurich

I wrote an angsty vampire romance inspired on: 👑 THE LITTLE PRINCE.👑 When a sheltered girl falls in love with the vampire haunting her dreams, she must decide whether to resist their eternal bond or confront her worst fear and his greatest desire-death #YA #FR #W #Questpit

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I Saw the TV Glow x Galaxy Quest. A disgraced showrunner commissions a spell to force the cast of his cancelled vampire show VALLEY VAMP to do a reboot, but the spell goes awry and the cast becomes their characters… at Comic Con. Even the dead one. #questpit #w #a #h

Character board for VALLEY VAMP. Rebecca Price is giving GOOP vibes with sunshine and avocado, and is linked to Daniel Silver by a divorce decree. Daniel is still living his best Michelob Ultra Teen Choice Awards life. Sasha Shannon is making a living on Only Fans. Madison Silver now does music, being gay, and hailing Satan. She is connected with rainbow hearts to Casey Jackson, who was presenting as a boy at the time she was on the show and has recently written a tell-all.

NAUSICAÄ x EMILY WILDE Can a natural historian save the one she loves at the cost of her heart, or worse, her research? 🏳️‍🌈 Queernormative world 🪲 Sentient beetles 🥃 Magical distilleries 😈 9ft tall demon marionettes 🌌 The night trapped as a mortal 🎩 Regency vibes ❤️‍🔥 Slow Burn #questpit #Q #A #F #RF

A collage of images, going from top left clockwise: a bouquet of colorful berries, swooping white towers with spiral balconies, a shiny purple beetle, a colorful shop full of knick-knacks, a blooming crocus in a dark forest, a drawing of a woman reaching out to the night sky as if to pluck a star, a crumbling castle on a moor, and mushrooms growing on a tree. In the center is a quote by Virginia Woolf: “I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists, the reality of everything.”

MONSTERS INC X NOSFERATU YA Horror Romance When a horror fan’s exorcism fails, she finds that the monsters aren’t just on the page—they’re real, and she must blend in their world while finding a way back to the world of the living before the monsters discover she isn’t one of them #questpit #YA

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THE BASS ROCK x THE UNCONSOLED X ALL THE LOVERS IN THE NIGHT Burned-out jazz pianist Clementine falls for a brilliant artist at a seaside inn—then those he paints begin to vanish. 🎹Art‑as‑magic 🌫️ Gothic melancholy 🩶 Envy‑to‑attraction slow burn ❔Psych suspense #agentguide #questpit #A #LF #Q

An agent's guide to the inn at the edge of the sea - 64k upmarket with magical realismThe pitch: Burned‑out jazz pianist Clementine retreats to a seaside inn where a gifted painter rekindles her inspiration. But when the subjects of his portraits begin disappearing, she must learn whether the artist is to blame—or she could be next.
For fans of:
 The quiet loneliness and romance of Mieko Kawakami’s ALL THE LOVERS IN THE NIGHT 
The brooding, gothic atmosphere of Evie Wyld’s THE BASS ROCK
The dreamy surrealism of Kazuo Ishiguro’s THE UNCONSOLED
Tropes/Themes: Psychological Suspense
Speculative elements
Romance Subplot with Yearning
Magical paintings
Manipulation
Artistic creation and self-destruction
The Indomitable Human Spirit
Music
Moody and melancholic
Opening lines: The winter tide exhaled a slow melody against the sand. Clementine let its crested waves spill over her feet, foam gathering in deep snow drifts around her ankles.

There was a ghostly feel to the long stretch of water that lay before her, the distant horizon blending into a misty gray sky.  As the tide pulled back, she was overtaken by the fleeting sensation of falling, as if the water might pull her with it. It had a good rhythm to it.  A steady rhythm.

Time dripped slowly.  With a distant sort of detachment, she noted that her toes were blue.

Water breathed, and Clementine drew a breath, shallow and cold. The taste of wood and salt lay in a heavy coat atop her tongue. She’d come here for quiet, yet the ocean thrashed and quaked in the cavity of her chest, filling its emptiness with a transparent and insurmountable longing.

It was a Thursday, and Thursdays were the worst night of the week. The night you got if you played well enough to fill the slot, but not popular enough for the weekend rush. Clementine had only ever been scheduled for Thursdays.