made the cast of TNV using this windswept picrew (ty @mjjune)! here are my kids in order, featuring some characters i haven’t introduced before! they’re all trapped in a cursed castle together, what could go wrong??
everly: the girl who stole the stars, the should-be queen, fell for a trap and got her kingdom cursed, the only one who can break said curse.
vega: lady knight, member of the king’s elite calvary, everly’s bff and self-appointed royal guard, turns into a disaster gay around arden.
asher: step-son of the king of anverion, adventure boy who sneaks into the cursed kingdom to search for a cure for an epidemic.
arden: princess of anverion, youngest of the royal family, smartest person in the room, bookworm, and sneaky sneaks into asher’s caravan.
landon: asher’s best friend and bodyguard who gets dragged on all of asher’s adventures. loathes magic. gets trapped in a castle full of magic.
cassia: an enchantress, nature spirit earth child, caught in the brewing tension between the unnamed antagonist and everly’s kingdom.
olia: the royal chamberlain, they keep the castle functioning, even during the curse when everyone is trapped and there is no kingdom to rule.
daelyn: everly’s attendant in waiting and close friend, from a noble family that was very close to the king & part of his court/advisors.
drayce: his father was on trial for dark magic crimes, so drayce happens to be in the castle at the time of the curse, trapping him there as well.
add the old taglist under the cut, message me to be added or removed! ✨
taglist (let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!): @aninkwellofnectar @stand-inthe-rain @pinespittinink @lyssthewriter @pen-of-roses @septemberliterature @eluari @starry-sky-stuff @achilleid @houndmouthed @mr-writes @laufire-writes @thebluesthourcommunity @flowerprose
rules: share photos of your OC’s drink, fruit, season, hobby, and person. Then tag five people and change up any one of the five favourite things categories for the next round.
i chose my girl vega (the first pic) from TNV. she’s my lady knight, everly’s best friend, and member of the king’s elite squad of defense/protection. (i still need to come up with a badass name for it.)
her favorite drink: wine. fruit: oranges. season: spring/summer/picnic weather. hobby: training + taking care of the animals on the castle grounds. favorite person: arden. 🧡
thanks for the tag @pinespittinink!! tagging: @flowerprose @writingbyricochet @the-orangeauthor @lord-fallen @achilleid your words are: season, hobby, dessert, color, and musical instrument!
hooray for another piccrew game! thanks @pinespittinink and @flowerprose for the tags!
rules: using this piccrew, make a cup of tea that your oc would drink! if you like, you can also switch it up and make a cup of tea that represents them aesthetically
did this for some of my TNV bbs. from top left to right:
everly: something warm and spiced with a little bit of citrus. she has a big sweet tooth, so little cookies always welcome.
asher: adventure boy would love to try the local favorites of wherever he happens to be. let’s pretend this is a special berry and herb tea from a mountain town in northeastern anveria or something 🙃
arden: something fruity or floral and a little sweet with a splash of cream, like raspberry and rose.
vega: definitely needs something calm and soothing before bed, like chamomile with honey and vanilla.
tagging (no pressure): @kaatiba @lord-fallen @mr-writes @writingbyricochet @marrowwife and, again, an open tag for anyone who would like to do this one! you can say you got an open tag from me 💕
tagged by @jessica-writes22 for this super cute fairytale princess picrew tag game! tysm for the tag! 💕
i didn’t think this would lend itself well to my characters (while tnv is majorly fairytale inspired, it has more cursed queen vibes than frolicking princesses), but i was wrong and i love it. had to make one for all my girlies.
on top we’ve got everly and arden, my two actual princesses. and on the bottom, my witchy earth child, cassia, and my lady knight who likes dressing up, vega.
tagging some folks, feel free to ignore! @flowerprose @aninkwellofnectar @pinespittinink @laufire-writes @tryingtimi @achilleid @mr-writes @ofwordsandfeathers
Rules are that you post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it's free reign!
tagging: (feel free to ignore!) @ryns-ramblings @ejsimpsonwrites @achilleid @flowerprose
Here’s what was Asher and Everly’s first kiss, which has been moved to their second kiss for reasons.
The music fades slowly, the remnants of it swirling in her veins. She waits for it to die, that moment when it leaves her completely, for the absence of it to settle in her bones. But it doesn’t.
She turns to find Asher staring at her, the notes clearly still lingering with him too. And for a moment she lets herself look at him. His hazel eyes are bright and intent as they peer into hers. She lets herself feel the gravity between them, their thighs touching on the narrow bench, their hands inches apart on the keys. Before she realizes it, their faces are inches apart too. And she’s leaning in, she’s angling her head, she’s fitting her lips to his.
more under the cut 🙃
The thing about time inside the Night Veil, Everly’s learned, is that because it doesn’t move forward properly, it slips away from her easily. All she knows is that, for however many seconds pass, she hasn’t encountered a time during the curse when everything was so calm and so still.
Asher leans into the kiss, his fingers wrapping around hers, and heat blazes through her. It blooms under the surface of her skin, startling her back to her senses. Their lips slide and part, and she stares at him for a moment, realizing what they’ve done. Asher has a glazed look in his eyes. She watches it fade as he tries to read her face.
It isn’t until she’s out the door and walking briskly into the courtyard, chastising herself and trying to smother the fire in her cheeks, the thunder in her heart, that he catches up and stops in front of her.
“Everly, please,” Asher says. “So that’s it? You’re just going to do that and then—and then walk away?”
She blinks. “Yes.”
“Why?” He gapes at her.
“Because it was good,” she says, quieter than she means. She’s always so soft with him. The heat creeps back into her skin and she can’t look at his face anymore, so she stares at the silver buttons of his jacket instead.
But suddenly the distance between them is gone and his hands are underneath her chin, a gasp escaping her mouth as he lifts her lips to meet his.
The world stills again, and she can’t help but think that he’s fresh air. A breath of springtime in the ceaseless whirlwind inside the Veil. Her hands slide to his forearms and his lips slide against hers, gentle and warm. Once, twice. A third time. Each pass of his mouth tugs at her heart, digging it up from where she buried it.
Asher pauses suddenly and leans back just far enough to meet her gaze.
“Oh,” he breathes.
“I know,” Everly says with a frustrated sigh.
Suddenly bickering voices float into the courtyard. Vega and Landon halt in their tracks, taking in the sight of them—standing close, Asher’s hands still cupped around Everly’s jaw. And then Vega shoves Landon hard, sending him careening back around the corner. She flashes a feline grin at them before she disappears.
everly and asher: oh no we have caught The Feelings 😱
tysm for the tag, @flowerprose💓 i’ve been wanting to do this one:)
everly: she’s a 10 but she accidentally got her kingdom cursed and if she doesn’t break the spell before time runs out her people will be forced to turn into monsters forever. she’s already carried this guilt for 100 years.
asher: he’s a 10 but will absolutely go to ridiculous lengths to protect the people he loves like going on a suicide mission into a cursed kingdom, which he will somehow spin as an exciting adventure!
vega: she’s a 10 but could kill you 10 different ways with any object she can find and do it flawlessly while looking fabulous. trained in stealth and combat, she tends to find the war in everything.
arden: she’s a 10 but prefers being around books and animals more than (most) people. she doesn’t mind that she’s the smartest person in most rooms but often finds it boring. she’s always on the lookout for a challenge.
landon: he’s a 10 but he struggles to turn off his guard mode and never stops looking for the threats in any given environment. he’s been fueled by what happened to his family and village when he was young and doesn’t know how to do anything else.
cassia: she’s a 10 but she’s a reincarnated witch who gets her previous lives confused and loves tampering with magic (which is not a great combination).
linking to my wip page if anyone wants to learn more about these bbs.
tagging some folks, feel free to ignore! @pinespittinink @aninkwellofnectar @ryns-ramblings @laufire-writes @sentfromwolves
RULES: post the first spoken lines of the main characters (however you define that) of your wip.
here they are in order of first appearance!
Arden:
“It’s kind of beautiful,” Arden said as she gazed through the window. “You know, if you ignore the ruins and abandoned villages and block out the dark, swirling tendrils of the Night Veil in the background.”
Asher:
Asher Hartridge was in a world of trouble. His plan had gone extremely well. It had worked spectacularly, really, which made it all so much worse.
Landon:
“We’re leaving. Now.” And if the tone in Landon’s voice hadn’t been enough to send Asher running, the panic in his friend’s eyes would have done it. Landon turned to the soldiers. “Warn the others. We need to find another place to camp for the night.”
Cassia:
“You,” she said, pointing a slim, crooked finger at him. “You will die in two days’ time from those injuries.”
Vega:
“I’m not afraid of you or your wrath,” Vega’s muffled voice said. She banged on the door again. “You know I can pick these locks.”
Everly:
Crisp sunlight streamed in through the windows, throwing warm buttery patches over the floor, the bed. Everly could feel them through the covers, into which she nestled further in protest. Her bed was one of the last good things. Let her pick the locks then, she thought.
tagging (feel free to ignore!) @feralsong @ardawyn @writevevo @ashen-crest @carminasolis
