at long last, here it is! the eponymous portrait from my lucemond historical fusion fic. i've actually had it finished for a while, held off from posting it so i didn't spoil the fic.
portrait of a prince is a 1640s historical fusion, hence the fashion style. for readers of the fic: can you spot all the details that get mentioned? there are some i forgot, like how the green doublet was supposed to have slashed sleeves, and i'm pretty sure aemond's earrings should've been amber too, but all the plot-significant ones are there. also, yes, this is before you know what happens to it.
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ZIYIN — a writeblr introduction
i’ve had this writeblr for nearly a year now and i still haven’t re-introduced myself yet, smh. welp, for the new year here’s me doing just that!
ABOUT ME
hey, hi, hello, everyone! some of y’all may remember me by my old url @/writerlywonders, but for those who don’t: my name is judith, i’m a chinese-canadian recent university graduate in my 20′s with a full-time job (derogatory), and i go by she/her pronouns.
ABOUT MY WRITING
i mainly write character-driven stories about extremely complicated people trying to survive life, their equally as complicated relationships with each other, more dysfunctional families than you can count, and almost no plot. if you dig those, you might like my works.
(wips under the cut.)
MY WIPS:
(click on titles to access their intros)
📘 A SUMMER IN MARIENGARD | coming of age family drama / backburner
Stuck at her aristocratic maternal relatives’ lavish Bavarian estate, 17 year old Nadine Arlt’s vacations are brutally interrupted by roiling familial tensions and an explosive secret.
📘 ANNALS OF THE SEVEN | dark academia fantasy / active
Set in a Chinese-inspired fantasy world, Mo Siying, a grieving student attending a prestigious university, gets drawn into a dangerous world of demon slaying, otherworldly forces and volatile politics.
📘 TEAMGEIST! | coming of age sports drama / active
The trials and tribulations of a Canadian women’s varsity soccer team, as they navigate matches, practices and the ache of growing up.
(you can find a more extensive list of my wips here)
i wonder if the reason why helaena and aemond's cradle eggs didn't hatch, beyond the fact that it isn't actually all that common, is because by the time they were born, viserys already didn't care that much about his children. presumably it was viserys who placed the eggs in his children's cradles; when he did it for aegon, the son he craved for so long, sunfyre hatched, and went on to have a famously strong bond with aegon. but he doesn't seem nearly as interested in his third and fourth children, and their eggs don't hatch. on the other hand, we have rhaenyra, who famously loved her sons, and four out of five hatched cradle dragons.
now, there's obviously a lot of exceptions to this rule — tessarion was a cradle dragon, moondancer, morning & daemon's complicated relationship with his daughters, whatever the fuck was going on with jaehaerys and alysanne's kids. it isn't the only factor in whether a cradle egg hatches or not, but i wonder if the act of placing it in the cradle has some vaguely magical significance, and whether it matters who does it. that if the person who places it is full of love and excitement, it makes the egg that bit more likely to hatch.
do you like horror, polyamory and the tense of atmosphere of small towns? then i have good news for you: i'm looking for an unlimited number of beta readers for my 98k words novel, a strange kind of hunger.
SYNOPSIS —
1853. sweetwater, massachusetts, swallows people whole. dr. jonathan fallow thought he escaped its grip four years ago, but he finds himself back in its clutches, as winter creeps in.
sweetwater swallows people whole, but it seems to be in the maw of something else. tracks in the forest; mutilated cattle; a howling chorus. the townsfolk are quick to cry devil, encouraged by their firebrand pastor, gabriel goodwin. jonathan is determined to prove that the creatures lurking in the woods are wolves, nothing more — but a night vigil and a glimpse of something horrifying force him to reconsider.
to expose the rotting heart of the village, he’ll have to form an alliance with a faceless traveller, a disgraced former surgeon — and the pastor’s beautiful younger brother.
( trigger/content warnings: gore, body horror, familial abuse (largely off-page), religious abuse/trauma. a more in-depth list of warnings for each chapter will be available on request )
HOW THIS WILL WORK —
if you're interested in beta reading, DM me here (@wifewulf) or on discord (@/hotspurpercy) to let me know.
beta readers will have until the 30th of september to finish ASKOH. unless you're a mutual, please don't sign up unless you know you can finish it by then
beta readers will get access to a private discord server where you can read ASKOH and give feedback, as well as get some bonus short stories and art pieces from me!
there's currently no limit on the number of beta readers i'm looking for. however, if a lot of people sign up, i may prioritise mutuals and readers of colour
this is an extremely belated post, but i finally finished the third draft of a strange kind of hunger! it's been about a week, and i still don't really know what to do with myself. i started working on it at the start of the year, and it's been my mainstay for eight months — through the end of my first year of university, teaching strikes, the death of my granddad and a 10-day sailing expedition... and it's done. wow! it capped out at 98k (19k extra words), 45 chapters and even more tangled, complicated relationships than the last draft.
what comes next?
i've been having a writing break, not only to replenish my writing juices but also because i gave myself slight carpal tunnel in the mad final two days of drafting. when i'm replenished, i plan on:
writing some short stories to submit to student magazines at cambridge
editing my hotspur poem for a mini zine i'm making with a friend
picking a new long-form project to be my mainstay
and querying askoh!!
where can i read askoh?
as always, the very first draft is still available on wattpad, but i would caution against it. i won't be generally releasing this draft, but i will be looking for beta readers, so if you'd like a copy of the improvised ebook you can dm me on tumblr or discord (@/hotspurpercy)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
once again, new chapter of my lucemond fic just dropped! this one is... a lot. in which everything goes to shit, luke is caught between a rock and a hard place, and larys should really find something else to do instead of perving on the relations of women he has crushes on.
FIC SUMMARY:
Ser Luke Strong, legitimised bastard of the lord of Harrenhal, has found favour at the sumptuous court of Viserys I as a court painter. But he is also Lucerys Waters, unacknowledged bastard of Princess Rhaenyra of Dragonstone. The secret of his true parentage and the life he could’ve had eats him up, and he drowns his regrets in drink and brawling.
Prince Aemond hasn’t been seen outside court since he lost his eye, over a decade ago. Now he is about to be wed — and the king commissions Luke to paint the portrait that will be sent to Aemond’s betrothed.
They hate each other at first sight — but two weeks in forced proximity as the portrait takes shape uncover buried desires, swallowed resentment and long-hidden pain.
