what i could never confess without some bravado, emily palermo // wild beast, naruysae // sinnerman, kwame boateng // a body more tolerable, jaye simpson // isabella and lorenzo, john everett millais // a faithful hound, colin dickey // st. guinefort, jenna barton // @/hardwrench // little red riding hood, henri de montaut // the archetypes of literature, northrop frye // leash, wikipedia // binding of fenrir, koukouvayia // so what's wrong, ruth stone // love as a language, roland barthes // the old shepherd's chief mourner, edwin landseer // @/dostoyevsky-official // self-portrait, cynthia cruz // rough, naomi butterfield // torso of air, ocean vuong // wolf-alice, angela carter // gleipnir, walton ford // lancelot, edwin arlington robinson // james stuart (1612–1655), duke of richmond and lennox, anthony van dyck // problem area, melissa broder
tagged by @serpentarii , ilysm my computer spouse 🙏
rules: share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of the word you're given! my word was lace.
l
“Last I heard, Hauenstein, you’ve never had anything to lose in the first place. Unless the Arcantum has suddenly decided to raise your wages to be worth an inheritance.”
a
“A lone shipwreck, Hannes? That’s hardly a strange sight for the Rift,” Lamoury said offhandedly.
c
Cautious not to disturb the argeometer, Ezra drew the revolver hidden in his coat, bone handle a familiar weight in his hand, and rose to his feet.
e
Each rib was apparent beside the next, the notches of its spine stark enough to count. Fungi sprouted along a weeping split in its abdomen.
tagging @writinglyra, @sometimesnat, @helioselene, and @lasbrumas <3
“I didn’t mean…” He’d only spoken to her in person to keep her from slipping into his dreams. Damned curiosity aside, he knew how easy it would be to be driven to insanity by letting any Fate into his dreams—much less the Queen of Nightmares.
“Too late.” She reached out and traced the open collar of his shirt. How she managed to make such sharp nails look delicate as she touched him, he had no clue. He just hoped she didn’t change her mind and eviscerate him instead. “I told you to run away. You didn’t heed me, and now I’m not in such a forgiving mood.”
Oh, was strangling Jacks a forgiving mood? Good to know.
THE QUINTESSENCE OF DUST ↳ A WIP INTRO BY @SPRIGOFBASIL
The creature laughed with not a throat but a chorus, and in that moment, Rikard might have found something to fear more than death.
“Well, little soldier? How would you like to make a deal?”
GENRE: YA Fantasy Hamlet Retelling
TYPE: Standalone
POV: Multi (third-person limited)
STATUS: Outlining
THEMES/TROPES: betrayal and revenge; love (never) wins; the follies of time travel; ride or die siblings; spies and traitors; secret identities; crossdressing knights; political intrigue; manipulative gods
SUMMARY:
Rikard Morgensen is special. An orphan with a magic sought by kings and warmongers, he wanders into a trap of his own making, nothing more than a tool for the debauched nobility claiming to have saved him.
(His food is laced with poison, and yet he does not bite the hand that feeds him.)
Rikard Morgensen is special. But, left to die after he expends his worth in war, no amount of cleverness or strength will save him. No, the only thing that matters to a deity bored of existence is entertainment.
Sent back to a time before it all went wrong, he’s given twelve years to get his revenge—to unseat the royals that brought Vedenhav to ruin, to save his sister, and most importantly, to make the lives of those who wronged him a living hell.
But even armed with knowledge of the future—his past—Rikard soon finds his carefully-laid plans slipping away from him with a death that changes everything.
A treacherous spymaster cloaked in knight’s armor.
A prince on a ghost-given quest for vengeance.
An ever-loyal advisor, always left behind by the one he loves.
A caged bird left to drown in tears not her own.
(Now cracks a noble heart.)
CHARACTERS:
Rikard Morgensen | the stranger in a strange court, bitter and angry and ruthlessly clever. Given twelve years to change it all, the only thing he fears more than death is failure.
Elisabet Forseth | the traitor for the north, youngest and most gifted child of the Frejren royal spymaster, sent to bring Vedenhav to ruin. But, she can only hide behind armor and false names for so long.
Tanja Morgendatter | the keeper of her brother’s hope, blood empty of magic yet mind fickle and fingers light. Once a thief, always a thief, whether it be coin or a crown.
Hugo Severin Frederik Arne | the prince of Vedenhav, intelligent yet naive, hesitant yet painfully brash. Better him on the throne than the enemy, though who that is has grown increasingly vague.
Heinrik Andersen | the friend forever left in the dust, bleeding his heart on his sleeve for someone who will never see it. Careful, watchful, observant, for a secret is worth more than gold.
Oktavia Vester-Kaalund | the marionette caught between strings, falling down, down, down as they’re cut one by one.
M O R D L U S T ; an eb garamond powerpoint introduction
so, i realized that it's been almost 4 years since i last made an intro for this wip, and it might help to explain what the actual premise is before april camp rolls around 😩 hope you like the new cover + map !
T A G L I S T
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— once a hayseed boy from a village with no name, now the lapdog to the wealthy, foreign ospirin family. but not even they know how far aleksander will go once the gold dries up and the beast behind his smile grows hungry.
isme de lède as the swan prince ;
— the eldest son of the mad queen of cendrier and the subject of a great many love poems. countless more would desire to use the prince as a political pawn, especially now that isme is without his enchanted feather cloak.
vératre as the changeling ;
— half-mortal, half-cigne, and beloved by neither, vératre's is a damned existence. monstered into an infamous inquisitor, she has been mysteriously hired for one final job. one that might prove to be her most dangerous of all.
salicaire as the huntsman ;
— a fearsome justiciar, renowned far and wide for his skill with the blade, his ruthlessness in meting out divine justice. salicaire's path has led him to the heart of the helemere faith, where threats lurk around every corner.
Aspiring smuggler-turned-thief Aleksander Fox has stolen the enchanted feather cloak of the Immaculé of Cendrier. When it falls into the hands of the assassin Vératre, both soon find themselves entangled in a much grander conspiracy.
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