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[araavib]

𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙑𝙔 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀—𝘈.𝘖 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸

A magazine-style deep dive into my latest work, The Ivy House, where I explore some of its key elements.

[epylion]

Shio Moravek ♛ original character; wip Epyllion

[yvesdot]

quotes from: The Spiderwick Chronicles: The Ironwood Tree (Tony Diterlizzi, Holly Black) / A Tale Dark and Grimm (Adam Gidwitz) / The Ironwood Tree / The Veldt (Ray Bradbury) / edie. (yves.) / The Ironwood Tree

(image descriptions under the readmore.)

Inspirations for and related works to my original short story, edie., about child power fantasies and the parents who face them. edie. is available in my short story collection, Something’s Not Right (GoodReads | purchase link.) This week’s Patreon post ($1 tier) discusses it at much further length.

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A post featuring multiple quotes from books, including one illustration. Descriptions are written below their respective sources.

The Spiderwick Chronicles: The Ironwood Tree (Tony Diterlizzi, Holly Black)

The creature’s grin widened into something that wasn’t really a smile.

A Tale Dark and Grimm (Adam Gidwitz)

"Hansel," Gretel said. "Yes, Gretel?" "Did you hear what Father said?" "Yes." "He cut off our heads to save that ugly old man." Hansel was silent. "And Mommy was glad that he did.  Do you think they hate us?" Hansel was silent still.

The Ironwood Tree

An illustration from The Ironwood Tree in which the Not-Jared, a near-identical copy of Jared Grace, stands with his hands spread in a school hallway in front of multiple lockers. He wears a sweatshirt, jeans, and an unsettling grin. Below the picture is the caption “Don’t you know me?”

The Veldt (Ray Bradbury) 

Mr. and Mrs. Hadley screamed.

And suddenly they realized why those other screams had sounded familiar.

 edie. (yves.) 

Edie laughed. It was the first time Edie’s parents had heard them laugh in years; certainly since they had begun their walks in the woods, since they had started looking for friends in the trees and leaves. Edie laughed and laughed, and their teeth were painted with burgundy seed-blossoms. 

“You wanted to leave me,” they said, and their eyes narrowed like black coral. Their parents realized, and startled, and licked their lips, trying to come up with the proper excuse. There wasn’t any; Edie knew. “You wanted to leave me here to die.”

The Ironwood Tree

The creature threw back its head and laughed.

[pansdora]

Writing Aesthetics: "Bloodless"

"Last time I was waiting for pain that didn't come. This thin velvet ribbon tying me to humanity, to life was gone at last. The ghosts of things gone, people, feelings, memories filled my veins for the one last time.

My blood has turned, from red, to black, to saltwater, to ghosts. And now I can feel it leaving - dripping away as the world continues to drain. And I know, I feel it in my bones - this time there will be nothing left. They will all leave and once again I'll be empty.

Suddenly in the fog the howl peals out. Screaming are the moors, the forests and the swamps, and that's how I'm sure that they know. They've seen it all, their rage matches mine. They're my shadow, my echo,the only part of me that's still alive."

[akoumi]

[ MONSTROUS, WRETCHED, AND DIVINE ]

WHO IS THE VILLAIN 

OF 

YOUR

STORY? 

[monstrouswrites]

#WTWEVENT | DAY ONE | LOCATIONS 
“A Cryptic Carol” is set in Somewhere, Appalachia. Likely on the eastern edge of Tennessee or the western edge of West Virginia, either way, there’s plenty of forest to see no matter the season. Colt figured these pictures turned out nice enough to share. 
Click for higher quality.

[missdulcerosea]

official wip page: lineage of yellow

with this being a new wip, i would VERY much appreciate you leaving an ask in my inbox or dm-ing me if you would like to be added to the taglist! i don’t want to tag anyone without their permission. thank you.

target audience: 15+ genre: dramatic fantasy, with a touch of cosmic horror warning(s): graphic depictions of violence, gore, body horror, very mildly referenced sexual themes notice: this is my short story (possible novella) interpretation of the play the king in yellow, referenced in robert w. chambers’ book of the same name. 

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in      Lost Carcosa.

- “Cassilda’s Song” in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2

Something is afoot in the city of Carcosa.

Queen Cassilda of the planet-spanning empire, head of the royal house of Carcosa, is dying. The time has come for her to choose an heir. Camilla, her youngest daughter, watches everything unfold from the shadows - though doted on by her mother, she has spent life dealing with cruelty at the hands of all of her older brothers save for one. 

For Camilla, happiness would come in the form of safety and security. Perhaps with her status as Carcosa’s darling she’d be locked in a loveless marriage, but it would be a secure one. And she would be happy, too, if her brother Thale - Thale, the only one of her brothers who has shown more than a mere shred of kindness towards her - inherited the throne.

But again, something is afoot in fair Carcosa. The Priests of the Yellow Hand have been acting strange as of late, especially in regards to her brother Naotalba. A frightening masked stranger flits about in the palace. And just who is the King in Yellow, and what does he want?

With only her brother Thale at her side, it’s up to Camilla to survive the trials ahead. Whose destiny will it be to wear the  queen’s jeweled crown, to sit upon her jeweled throne?

Camilla doesn’t know for certain.

But the events she must go through are far too much for a normal human mind to comprehend...

[strawbcrrywine]

At the eleventh hour, she realises this: that this is purgatory, not hell. Hell is a place of the inevitable, of cycles repeating again and again with no escape. A place of endings. [...] There are no endings here, not if she can help it. There is only movement.