Writeblr

Some writing. Some editing. Some--mostly--okay, just a lot of procrastinating. The current WIP is Inferno.

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Dante Lecho, as character archetypes

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

If morals make a hero, then there isn’t one for this tale.

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark@somnambulant-directives @submergedmind@morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes@35mmcoffeeshops@cookiecuttercritter@acedragonwriter@thebravelittletoasterthatcould@phuckinwicked@atroublesomewriter@lightningandthetumbllr@cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess—writes @ghost-possum@jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten@writing-after-midnight@by-ethan-fox @writing-tips-for-dummies@jasper-jackson21​ @infernoandotherprojects​ @vellichorwrites​ @skyfootsteps​ @paper-ink-and-coffee-rings​ @renee-writer@whalesarefromspace @skyfootsteps @sashathewriter

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Inferno Snippet

@theouterdark Because you asked for a little more context, you get the last chunk of the current draft.

*

The catastrophe that followed happened in such a way that went unnoticed until it was too late to fix: gradually, and then all at once.

In the dark and deserted halls of the NorthWest wing of the Praetorium, a wooden door, battered and beaten and worn--from both constant previous use and current abandonment--quivered, quietly at first, and then rattled violently, until it was consumed in a rage of flame and a whisper of ash.

It was by no means the last.

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark @somnambulant-directives @submergedmind @morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes @35mmcoffeeshops @cookiecuttercritter@acedragonwriter @thebravelittletoasterthatcould @phuckinwicked @atroublesomewriter @lightningandthetumbllr@cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess—writes @ghost-possum @jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten@writing-after-midnight @by-ethan-fox @writing-tips-for-dummies @jasper-jackson21 @notanotherhour @sashathewriter @skyfootsteps @renee-writer @whalesarefromspace

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Scared people are often very dangerous people, and the people of Faerie are frightened.

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark@somnambulant-directives @submergedmind@morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes@35mmcoffeeshops @cookiecuttercritter@acedragonwriter@thebravelittletoasterthatcould @phuckinwicked@atroublesomewriter@lightningandthetumbllr@cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess—writes @ghost-possum@jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten@writing-after-midnight@by-ethan-fox @writing-tips-for-dummies @jasper-jackson21​ @infernoandotherprojects​ @vellichorwrites​ @skyfootsteps​ @paper-ink-and-coffee-rings​ @renee-writer @whalesarefromspace @skyfootsteps @sashathewriter

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.

[jasper-jackson21]

Eventually, Dante Lecho will have to make a choice.

Keep reading

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Inferno

In which a fire elemental from the InBetween must rescue a dragon and slay a fae prince, all while avoiding the cruelest form of capital punishment–Shackling– for his crime of exposure to those in the Here-and-Now.

Keep reading

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Dante Lecho

/daan-te layk-oh/

He was five when his mother died; his uncle, Niklaus, stepped in to help, while his father was busy at the Praetorium.

The world kept turning.

He was fifteen when Nik killed his father.

He didn’t get over it.

He was thirty-five when he lopped Nik’s head clean off his shoulders.

His entire being burned as the brahk’ne blackened its way onto his wrist.

He was forty when the twins were born.

The world stopped, just for a moment.

He was forty-five when the Blood Wars started up again.

He had so much more to lose this time.

He was fifty-five when his husband was killed.

They took his first-born a week later.

He was sixty-five when he was captured; a half-decade of torture was ahead of him.

The world kept turning.

Keep reading

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Mori’ovo

/moor-ii oh-voh/

The only child of an aging king and his wife, Mori’ovo’s birth was celebrated.

His blue hair was not.

The elder dragons feared him– there had not been a blue-flame in a very, very long time.

No one was sure if he was to be a sign of peace and prosperity or an omen of the ill things to come.

Children, even dragons, are cruel.

His bitterness was internalized, and a quiet, but compliant, child emerged from the jibes and sneers.

Instead of fire, he was ice.

Ro’caro-no. Flameless.

They tried to shame him in public; the prince with no fire. If only they knew that just one slip, just one moment of righteous anger, would loose an inferno without reservation or discrimination.

The threats made against his father’s life and Mori’ovo’s kidnapping are inexplicably intertwined, but how will the kingdom react when the prince they love-to-hate has disappeared?

Keep reading

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Mori’ovo

/moor-ii oh-voh/

The only child of an aging king and his wife, Mori’ovo’s birth was celebrated.

His blue hair was not.

The elder dragons feared him– there had not been a blue-flame in a very, very long time.

No one was sure if he was to be a sign of peace and prosperity or an omen of the ill things to come.

Children, even dragons, are cruel.

His bitterness was internalized, and a quiet, but compliant, child emerged from the jibes and sneers.

Instead of fire, he was ice.

Ro’caro-no. Flameless.

They tried to shame him in public; the prince with no fire. If only they knew that just one slip, just one moment of righteous anger, would loose an inferno without reservation or discrimination.

The threats made against his father’s life and Mori’ovo’s kidnapping are inexplicably intertwined, but how will the kingdom react when the prince they love-to-hate has disappeared?

[jasper-jackson21]

Mori’ovo should have grown up loved by an entire kingdom; instead, the only doting he received was from his mother, Era’zakin–a light-orange-flame that possessed enough spirit and spunk to make up for her lack of innate power.

Even Ovo’drahk, his father, found some reason to be continually disappointed–but perhaps if Mori had inherited his father’s stark-white a’cara then this whole mess could have been avoided.

His blue flame earns his nothing but trouble–and now, it’s of the worst kind.

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Mori’ovo

/moor-ii oh-voh/

The only child of an aging king and his wife, Mori’ovo’s birth was celebrated.

His blue hair was not.

The elder dragons feared him-- there had not been a blue-flame in a very, very long time.

No one was sure if he was to be a sign of peace and prosperity or an omen of the ill things to come.

Children, even dragons, are cruel.

His bitterness was internalized, and a quiet, but compliant, child emerged from the jibes and sneers.

Instead of fire, he was ice.

Ro’caro-no. Flameless.

They tried to shame him in public; the prince with no fire. If only they knew that just one slip, just one moment of righteous anger, would loose an inferno without reservation or discrimination.

The threats made against his father’s life and Mori’ovo’s kidnapping are inexplicably intertwined, but how will the kingdom react when the prince they love-to-hate has disappeared?

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark @somnambulant-directives @submergedmind @morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes @35mmcoffeeshops @cookiecuttercritter @acedragonwriter @thebravelittletoasterthatcould @phuckinwicked @atroublesomewriter @lightningandthetumbllr @cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess---writes @ghost-possum @jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten​ @writing-after-midnight​ @by-ethan-fox​ @writing-tips-for-dummies​ @jasper-jackson21​, @meglovesocs

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.

[jasper-jackson21]

Last line tag:

Thank you @dogwritesmoved for tagging me <3

I know it’s more that just the last line, but it’s what I wrote last, and it all came out at once.

*

His voice turned cold–not that it had been particularly warm before.

“Humans have no place in Underhill,” he stated, while scanning the fae before him, “nor do most of our weak-blooded cousins.” He moved forward with purpose, and those around him parted without reservation. Using a leveled tree stump as a dais, he stepped up, and turned once more to address the gathering of fae before him. “So we will ask of Underhill exactly that–locking out those who do not belong.” The word rang with revolution.

The world was quiet once more, for just a moment, and then it was loud again. Bright with blood and chaotic laughter, deafening with howling and screams. The prince stayed silent, but did not leave; the only move that he made was to close his eyes.

He smiled.

It was a terrible thing.

*

I’m tagging @constant-vellichor, @thebravelittletoasterthatcould, @somnambulant-directives, @dahliaornelas, and @ramblingsofabourbondrinker

Also, slide over to @infernoandotherprojects for my writeblr (which is in a sorry state of development, but it’s coming) 

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Dante Lecho

/daan-te layk-oh/

He was five when his mother died; his uncle, Niklaus, stepped in to help, while his father was busy at the Praetorium.

The world kept turning.

He was fifteen when Nik killed his father.

He didn’t get over it.

He was thirty-five when he lopped Nik’s head clean off his shoulders.

His entire being burned as the brahk’ne blackened its way onto his wrist.

He was forty when the twins were born.

The world stopped, just for a moment.

He was forty-five when the Blood Wars started up again.

He had so much more to lose this time.

He was fifty-five when his husband was killed.

They took his first-born a week later.

He was sixty-five when he was captured; a half-decade of torture was ahead of him.

The world kept turning.

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark @somnambulant-directives @submergedmind @morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes @35mmcoffeeshops @cookiecuttercritter @acedragonwriter @thebravelittletoasterthatcould @phuckinwicked @atroublesomewriter @lightningandthetumbllr @cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess---writes @ghost-possum @jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten​ @writing-after-midnight​ @by-ethan-fox​ @writing-tips-for-dummies​ @jasper-jackson21​, @meglovesocs

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.

[infernoandotherprojects-blog]

Inferno

In which a fire elemental from the InBetween must rescue a dragon and slay a fae prince, all while avoiding the cruelest form of capital punishment--Shackling-- for his crime of exposure to those in the Here-and-Now.

@attythonywrites @constant-vellichor @dahliaornelas @avi-burton-writing @melodielgrace @theouterdark @somnambulant-directives @submergedmind @morenerdthanperson @arianacabello-mendes @35mmcoffeeshops @cookiecuttercritter @acedragonwriter @thebravelittletoasterthatcould @phuckinwicked @atroublesomewriter @lightningandthetumbllr @cjjameswriting @joysunshine-writer @itskassidywrites @jess---writes @ghost-possum @jaycewriteslikealot @panticwritten @writing-after-midnight @by-ethan-fox @writing-tips-for-dummies @jasper-jackson21

If you wanna be tagged or untagged, just drop me a line. I don’t bite.