Blood Red: Favourite piece of dialogue from your wip
(this needs some editing bear with me here)
“I bring out the worst in you,” he let out in a breath before he faltered, his face achingly close to mine. “Does that bother you?”“Vaguely, I think it should. Maybe it would have before I had been taken, perhaps not. How can bloodlust and rage and destruction and wanting to feel the satisfaction-- the relief-- of knowing our enemies’ corpses lie at our feet while we kiss be anything but wrong? I watched him, how his eyes sparkled when I spoke of such evil things. I broke the last of the distance, my lips only just brushing against his while I spoke the next words, “But I don’t care, and I want to be consumed by all of it.”
Forest Green: Of your main five characters, who is a tea, coffee, water or soda person?
🍇 I want to get to know your work better🍐 I want to read everything you write🥭 I want to buy your book the moment it hits shelvesmary mary mary, aren’t you quite the flatterer! I promise I already tell you about my WIPs as much as anyone else, but I know I can improve on that! everything else is just raw flattery tho so I’m just going to 😍😍😍
🍎 Your world-building is incredible🍋 Your descriptions are transportiveWOW WAY TO COME INTO MY INBOX AND START SHORING UP ALL MY WRITING INSECURITIES! how dare!!
Your novel sounds fascinating! Can I ask for more info on Alana? I’m terrible at prompts but maybe something with her and her sister when they’re in the court together?
She’s Una’s younger sister by only a year, and she’s the more popular of the two. Spoiled, beautiful, charming. Everyone seems to love her and favor her, which over the years has made Una very jealous and resentful. Examples include Una taking the blame for things Alana has done and getting punished for it, or if she acts as Alana does, more punishment, but also more generalized things such as getting more attention from boys, her parents spoiling her and caring more about her opinions, etc. It sometimes gets the better of Una, but at the end of the day, they’re still sisters and Una doesn’t want any actual harm to come to her.
Unlike Una, who is somewhat resistant to glamour, Alana falls under the princes’ spells and seems to love the Seelie Court, and love the princes. She doesn’t realize/doesn’t care she’s slowly starving to death, or a captive, or how all the things the princes do to her are wrong. This is when Alana being the favored one works for Una’s benefit, as the princes pay more attention to Alana instead. Definitely some magic-induced Stockholm syndrome happening.
I’ve only written the prologue and part of the first chapter but I think the dynamics between the two, especially at court, will be really interesting to write about.
I also just updated my novel page so all the major characters other than the antagonists have been added and if you click on the pictures it will link to their respective OC board on pinterest if you haven’t checked them out already!
For the prompt:
“For the last time, you will not bring your pets to the Isles with us,” Cia chided, her bronze arms crossed in front of her. Her brows drew together as she began to lose her patience.
“But why?” Kalen frowned and glanced at me, sliding his hand over my exposed thigh where I sat perched in his lap. “It will be positively boring without them!”
Kallum drew Alana to his chest. “Do you want to see the Cido Isles? The sunsets across the white sand would take your breath away.”
“Oh, yes!” She said dreamily.
Cia ignored them. “Because they will slow us as we travel. This is my final decision. Do not press me further. Start your packing immediately.” She moved to the door and her golden eyes lingered on us. “And give them some food and water. I would hate for you to return to their corpses, and the smell would be difficult to remove from your quarters.”
The princes looked at each other after she left and sighed in annoyance. “She’s no fun at all.”
“Oh, how I will miss you, my pet!” Kallum crooned at Alana as she frowned. “Will you miss me?”
I watched as her eyes clouded over from the glamour. “I will! I don’t know what I’ll do with myself while you’re away!”
He ran his hands down her sides and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle before rising from the pillows.
“And what will you do while we’re away?” Kalen’s voice felt like honey in my ears, sliding down my throat, trying to pull words up. I swallowed heavily as my head spun.
“Taking care of my sister,” I finally murmured, which wasn’t a lie. It was always easier to supply a small truth or misdirection to glamoured questions instead of a lie.
Kalen chuckled. “Such adorable sentiments! But who do you most want to take care of?”
Mercifully, the glamour had lost its effect on me. I lowered my lashes demurely and whispered, “you, my prince.”
He clapped his hands together and laughed, then he captured my chin in his fingers and kissed me. I sat completely still until he was finished, removing me from his lap. He joined Kallum by the door and I heard him mention sending a servant with some food and water for us as they walked down the hall.
Alana was looking forlornly at the doorway they had just disappeared from and I crawled across the pillows to her, grabbing her shoulders. “Alana, they’re leaving for awhile! We could escape!”
Her glazed eyes looked back to me. “Why would we want to do that? Where would we go? Would the princes be there?”
The kernel of hope in my chest shrank and I sat back on my heels. “I don’t know, Alana, I don’t know.”
Despite being glamoured, she had a point. Where would we go? We couldn’t return to the mortal realm because we had eaten Fae food. If we tried to make it to the wilderness, we would surely be killed and eaten, hopefully in that order. All I knew was that we couldn’t stay. Alana was wasting away by the day because of the princes forgetting to feed us, and her declining food that was supplied.
A servant from the kitchens brought us a plate of dried meats, bread, and pieces of fruit, as well as a pitcher of water. They set it down and left silently.
I forced myself to eat even though my stomach lurched at the sudden presence of food. A few strips of meat, a couple pieces of fruit, and then I slowed to chew on the bread.
“Alana, you have to eat, or drink. At least drink water!”
“But they just gave me wine!” She sighed and fell back into the pillows.
“Faerie wine doesn’t give us much sustenance. You’re starving to death. Eat.” I picked up and piece of meat and shoved it in her face.
She took it tentatively and began to nibble on it. I watched in relief as the piece disappeared and she grabbed for another. Her eyes seemed to clear as she ate and I offered her a cup of water, which she drank greedily. Hope began to blossom in my chest as she started to look more like herself.
If we were ever going to escape, we needed to be strong enough to run.
“Alana...”
She looked up. “Where are the princes going again?”
The hope I had disappeared completely and I was ready to scream. “They’re visiting their mother’s family in the Cido Isles, and no, we can’t come with them.”
Alana’s face fell, tears threatening to spill in her eyes. “Will we see them again?”
“I hope not,” I whispered over the brim of my water cup.
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IT’S HARD TO CHOOSE just because i wrote like 28 fics this year and more original stuff sob there’s a lot that i liked.
but this description of the darkling on parem and alina just being absolutely fucking Done with him while he’s wrecked and falling to pieces i think is some Peak Fuckin Shit
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“Lonely, isn’t it.”
She’s been waiting for this. Her fingers twitch with the urge to Cut, but even out here in the wilderness, swallowed by snow, she can’t be sure what she’ll hit.
So she turns instead, and there’s the Darkling. Leaning back on his hands, head pitched back towards the sky. His legs splay out before him, uncomfortably casual. She traces the long, pale line of his throat with her eyes.
No kefta. Breeches and a white cotton shirt. For a moment he seems like the picture of ease and Alina has never wanted to tear him apart more.
Then his head tips towards her, and she sees those red-rimmed eyes, the shadows scrawled under them. Those sharp cheekbones have turned jagged, the hollows of his cheeks hewing too close to his skull. Sweat darkens the shirt in patches, sticking to a torso worn uncomfortably thin.
He smiles at her, and his teeth glint in the light. “Have I satisfied your lust for misery yet, Alina?”
“You could die screaming and I wouldn’t be satisfied.”
He spreads his palms. “Evidently.”
fics you wanted to write but didn’t
i um. i have a google doc full of 18 distinct bts fic ideas that i have yet to write and probably wont get to by the end of the year?
i also have a half finished pidge/lance fic for voltron that i would like to finish up one day
but for the most part im pretty impulsive lolol if i wanna write it i just Do
favourite fic you read this year
hasn’t been posted yet! from the same author tho is mutual by falcine
it’s bts fic so all implied warnings but it’s just such a Good Look at enemies to lovers and like...not dropping straight into insta!love but being willing to give something a chance bc you realise you have some Growing to do, and also a good use of Fashion as Art and a GREAT look at how to turn ‘i hate u’ tension into ‘i wanna bone u’ tension into ‘oh no i LIKE U tension’.
