#basilelestrange

[bayoucurse]

YOU ARE INVITED !

Greetings! The Thane of Namis and Kandor invites you to join her at Castle Namis ! A welcome reception and rooms are being prepared for you in advance of your arrival.

— a discord server

Castle Namis is a personal wip server for @wavemakermommy. The server is strictly 17+ due to adult content and themes. The server will contain sneak peeks, spoilers, and fun events!

accept your invitation to the server by clicking +here

— a family page

to celebrate the launch of Castle Namis, I am also putting together a family page! You are not obligated to join both the family page and the discord. You may choose just one if you like!

to join the +family page send an +ask  to me with your name, pronouns, url, a wip tag if you have one, your favorite shakespeare play or character, and a short description! this can be sent via DM or in the discord if it’s too long for the askbox as well.

[lasbrumas]

lighthouses, avocados, and the color blue 😌

i love how i'm known for avocados when we all know dani eats them like she's got a deathwish

[veneritia]

WTW PREPTOBER PROMPTS → WEEK TWO: THEMES OR TROPES

Decadent Courts ;

Here play the pseudo-gods ruling such vast estates, stringing the fates of the lesser with their jeweled hands and honeyed words. Of their daggered smiles that speak praises yet exhale scorn in the same breath. Here, in the marbled garden of the godless, fester and breed generations upon generations of wolves and vipers. Of lie-smiths and truth-spinners so proficient in the language of double-speak that it should make even the cleverest of tricksters weep in envy.

Succession Crisis ;

“'Stolen' is such an odd choice of words to describe something rightfully won.”

Fenice startled as he stabbed his fork against the mahogany table. The Pretender’s smile was full of teeth. “Stolen is the exact word to describe your father’s actions when he ripped the crown from my mother’s corpse.”

Enemies to Friends to Enemies ;

“To be truthful,” he continued, “I have nothing but the greatest respect and admiration for you. You have a brilliant mind, and if things were different, I dare say we would have been allies. Perhaps even friends.”

“Were we not friends, once?”

Silk Hiding Steel ;

Let them think her something harmless.

She pricked the silk with the thin needle—

Benign.

— and pulled the vibrant thread across.

Fenice is powerless now, but if she played her cards right, her fortunes would change.

TAGLIST (Ask to be +/-)

GENERAL → @charlesjosephwrites | @bearunicorn154 I @basilelestrange | @writting-in-blood | @trapped-inadystopianovel | @inky-duchess | @thats-my-type-writer | @yuriykovtun | @myhusbandsasemni | @aphaimaniis | @writinglyra | @belialwrites | @amoranza | @pseudepigraphic | @mel-writes-with-her-dragons | @uppoffringar | @fantasydisease

WCTD → @zmlorenz | @andiwriteunderthemoon | @ryns-ramblings | @marchdove | @cielnocturnes | @wren-is-writing | @paperburrows

[atelierwriting]

AN OATHBREAKER’S NOCTURNE: a wip by tris @larkmonteverdi

in the heart of dium lies honorine academy, where knowledge is a resource and the privileged are the powerful. within its walls, competition thrives off philosophical debates, mathematical proofs, and blood.

aline kohler, wearing a stolen name in a foreign land, cares for none of it. she is here for one thing only: an escape from the war that destroyed her home. lost in an unknown world, aline finds an unlikely ally in the street thief léon. he scorns the excess of dium, the pretentious airs of its people, and the lies they speak. yet aline is curious--so who is he to deny her answers? 

but headmistress charpentier has other plans, extending an invitation for aline to join a group of elite students underneath her personal instruction. they call themselves the iris society, and their language is treason against the four kings.

in the heart of dium, secrets have a way of accumulating. amidst it all, the girl who goes by aline kohler might be the only one with the key to unlock them all.

upper ya fantasy, dark academia. of an enemies to lovers variation. a thousand memories from a different life, yet it is still you.

taglist (+/- send an ask): @raisasokolov, @basilelestrange, @yuriykovtun, @amaradesantis, @kazino, @rapunzelle, @writeblrfantasy, @herondalelucies

[crtalley]

BEARSKIN → excerpts from draft 2, chapter 1

ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ

Dusk was the best time to hunt. As the night opened its gaping maw and began to devour the sun, Irina helped her village prepare for winter.

ʜᴜɴᴛ

Liev drew a boiled leather flask from inside his jacket. He took a deep draught before leveling a serious gaze at his son. “Your sister is going to teach you how to hunt.” Irina jolted back towards the edge of the platform. “I am not—I can’t!”

ᴏʙᴇʏ

“Obey your sister,” Liev ordered Fedya, “as you would obey me.” “Yes, Father.” Fedya sighed, but said nothing more.

ᴡɪʟᴅ

Her brother stared out at the forest below. His jaw was starting to harden where he ground his teeth in his stubbornness. He looked more like Liev every year as he grew broad and thick as the rest of the village boys. At only sixteen, he was nearly as tall as the door to their family’s little home. There was something different between them, though. Something to his face that was so southern, so wild and green like his mother with her tinctures and her plant-spells, her stained black lips and her one far-seeing crystal eye. “There’s another predator,” he said softly.

taglist → general

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @basilelestrange @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @piyawrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @kudzupocalypse @lasbrumas @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng

taglist → bearskin

@veneritia @alternativeforensicscientist @starsfallings @quilloftheclouds @youareshauni @writingbyjillian @soul-write @josephinegerardywriter @write-the-stars-and-shadows @ladywithalamp @endymions @romantic-antics @yuriykovtun @llesbianwrites @limpid-liar @magic-is-something-we-create @peepos-prose @maskedlady @berinswriting @jaimistoryteller @pen-of-roses

[seasteading]

seasteading → basilelestrange

[crtalley]

@basilelestrange

[crtalley]

JACKDAW — an introduction

→ surreal adult fantasy → second person present tense → read it on Wattpad

—you wake up in a muddy riverbank.

Jackdaw has fallen from grace. That is the first thing they discover when they open borrowed eyes in the discarded land of Lorne. They cannot call on the infinite power that once rested at their fingertips. They cannot shape the world around them to their will.

But everyone else can. The townsfolk of Lorne are magic made flesh, with the power to rot and heal, to cure and kill. Jackdaw should be hailed as a god among them. Instead they're an outsider, learning the rules of a new world like a child first learning to walk.

They have to find a way back home—into their own skin—before they die in this strange place.

her smile is calm, the beat of a heart in an open chest. “i’m beth.”

Everyone dies. That is the first and only truth of the world, as far as Beth Hedley is concerned. She walks through the forest and leaves a trail of rot behind. The basket she carries is full of the crows and ravens that watch from the treetops.

She is the only one in Lorne who walks through the forest. The hounds come from the trees on the full moon to hunt; Beth visits the deepest parts of the wood then, when they are empty, and feeds the many mouths within. She comes back in an echo of violence—but she always comes back.

Until she doesn't, any more. Until the only remnant of her is a hood red with blood.

Beth Hedley is not the wolf in the forest, but she might be its victim if Jackdaw can't save her.

a crow hops to her shoulder, and she need only turn her face for it to whisper in that soft croaking voice, “they’re home.”

There were not always blackbirds in Lorne. But when Unkindness came crashing to the earth in a starfall three centuries ago, she brought with her the ravens that act as her eyes, and she sent them out into the world to search for the other two.

A century ago, she found the Crow Man, lingering in the darkness under a bridge and whispering riddles to himself. He brought with him the beady-eyed crows that perch in the tens and hundreds and sing taunts as townsfolk pass.

New birds are flying forth from the steeple of a church—so long abandoned that no one knows its god. Unkindness, in her tower of mirrors, turns blind eyes to the heavens and dares to smile at the sun that cast her down so long ago.

Jackdaw is home.

general taglist

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @basilelestrange @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @kudzupocalypse @lascalaveras @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng

jackdaw taglist

@hottubraccoon @thelittlestspider

[atelierwriting]

A WRITEBLR REINTRO: @ATELIERWRITING 

shoutout to pris @serpentarii for the graphic!!

hi everyone! it’s tris, 20, perpetually sleep-deprived, writing when she says she isn’t and not writing when she says she is, and this is my writeblr reintro! i’ve gotten an influx of new people following, so i figured i should introduce myself again. i like to read, listen to music, play video games (come into my askbox to talk about games!), and write.

THE WIPS

[???]: PROVIDENCE, LAST NIGHT: LARK MONTEVERDI IS DEAD. THERE ARE FOUR SUSPECTS--ONE WHO LOVED HER, ONE WHO IDOLIZED HER, ONE WHO HATED HER, AND ONE WHO SIMPLY KNEW HER. NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS.

an oathbreaker’s nocturne: aline kohler wears a stolen name when she enters the cutthroat honorine academy. when she leaves, she wears four stolen souls instead. dark academia fantasy, upper ya story. enemies to lovers. status: first draft

island of the sun: wenyu dreams of monsters. antigone was born to rule the sea. there are two stories about the island that never was, and neither of them are true. peter pan meets the little mermaid in this dual pov, upper ya story. status: third draft. shelved.

house of orchids: huizhong and yangyang unleash an unspeakable evil on the world. her name is lan, and she promises to help them overthrow the tyrant and bring peace and prosperity back to the land--but rebellions are never simple when you are fighting the gods. chang’e and houyi. shadow of the fox meets noragami. status: first draft.

OTHER BOOSTS

#1: i have a twitter! i’m a little more active there (sometimes).

#2: i hang out at the welcometowriteblr server--join for pictures of my dog, general chaos, and the rare cryptid sighting of my wips

tagging: @lasbrumas, @heartwarning, @fairnell, @ikilledmyocs, @yuriykovtun, @charlesjosephwrites, @basilelestrange, @veneritia, @raisasokolov, @kazino, @herondalelucies

[crtalley]

WTW PREPTOBER ; protagonist or antagonist « the garden of earthly delights »

“You,” the man says, “must be Ophie.”

→ ophélie lourens de constans → twenty-three ; she/her ; born in the now-dissolved land of corant → currently living in argent's queen-city → only child of coranti poisoner bartolom lourens, dead fifteen years for his crimes

There are only so many lies I can tell. Most of them are wasted on small things: I am not lonely. I am not alone. I am not scared of death, that great gray specter looming ahead of my every step.

→ selectively mute after witnessing her father's brutal murder → rarely smiles, seeking to appear as neutral as possible → flinches away from magic, the thing that killed her father in the end

“Why is it,” I ask, “that they only ever seem to see you and not me?” “Because,” he answers easily, “you don’t want to be seen.”

→ frugal with her small income, preparing for an uncertain future → perhaps she truly wants nothing more than what she has

If Father could see me now, I would tell him: I am grown older, and I am grown deadly. I am no longer the little girl you raised; I cannot even speak her language.

→ or perhaps, like any wronged soul, she grips the blade tight behind her back and waits her turn for vengeance

“Ophélie,” I respond with a sardonic low curtsy. “My lord.”

general taglist —

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @basilelestrange @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @kudzupocalypse @lascalaveras @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng

the garden of earthly delights taglist —

@florraisons

ask to be added or removed!

[crtalley]

WTW PREPTOBER ; tropes « the garden of earthly delights »

the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and

• Miles To Go Before I Sleep: Ophélie Lourens wants her revenge. Not on her father's killers – though that wouldn't hurt – but on the magical hierarchy of Argent that made his violent death inevitable. She will dismantle everything the noble enchanters have built, all the peace they so covet, and make the remainder of their days hell like they have made the remainder of hers.

• Becoming the Mask

• Misplaced Retribution

• Identity Breakdown

• Royalty Superpower

• Then Let Me Be Evil: Everett Mathyse has been raised under the watchful and gossiping eye of Argent. Forced to tutor children who have no magical ability, made an unwilling part of his family's lies, he responds with harshness and obstinance. When rumors fly that he is secretly working against the royal family, that he has his own dark plans, why should he not indulge them?

I am a rat. And there is no light for rats. There will be no light for me.

quote 1: "stopping by woods on a snowy evening", robert frost quote 2: the tale of despereaux, kate dicamillo

general taglist →

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @basilelestrange @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @kudzupocalypse @lascalaveras @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng @dovebeast

tgoed taglist →

@florraisons @hottubraccoon @muddshadow

ask to be added or removed!!

[veneritia]

↳ excerpts from when comes the dawn

What's this? WCTD content? Must be a blue moon

→ tw: blood and what could be considered body horror but it's very mild

i.

Fenice was fine. She was fine this morning and she was fine when she took her medicine and the room was not spinning. She was just tired, that's all and would greatly appreciate people to stop talking over her as opposed to talking to her. There was nothing wrong. It was just stress. Yes, that was it. It was simply the amalgamation of all the stressful events in her life recently. She was getting better– she was better.

"I am fine," she insisted. "I'm not sick, I've been better, I promise you."

Her mother pressed a cool hand to her burning forehead. Flowers bloom from the gaping hole in her chest and she is looking at Fenice again with worry and fear. Fenice feels like a child again, confined and half-delirious in her bed, overhearing her mother making desperate bargains with every god in the world. She wanted to grasp her mother's hand and say don't worry, don't worry, I'll get better I promise. I'm sorry. Stop being so afraid. I'll get better, I will.

ii.

Saliva pooled in her mouth too quickly. Her chest constricted, her throat felt like it was on fire. "Everything will be alright. I'm fine, please, your majesty, you are simply overreact–"

She covered her mouth as a wave of nausea racked through her frame. Something spilled past her lips, sticky and warm against her hand. She pulled her hand away.

Blood.

(Her hands were shaking. There was blood on her hand. Thick. Runny. Never-ending. It escaped through her fingers, cascading down like some morbid waterfall of that disgustingly awful red. And it wouldn’t stop. No matter that she’d cupped her hands together, the blood would overflow. It would not stop. It would. Not. Stop.)

Oh.

Her world started to blur. With what little composure she could muster she placed her hands onto her lap and spoke. "Pardon me my lord, but may I be excused from dinner? I believe I am sick."

TAGLIST

GENERAL → @charlesjosephwrites @bearunicorn154 @basilelestrange@writting-in-blood @trapped-inadystopianovel @inky-duchess @thats-my-type-writer @yuriykovtun @myhusbandsasemni @aphaimaniis @writinglyra @belialwrites @amoranza @pseudepigraphic @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @uppoffringar

WCTD → @zmlorenz @andiwriteunderthemoon @runs-ramblings @marchdove @cielnocturnes @wren-is-writing @paperburrows

[veneritia]

WTW PREPTOBER PROMPTS → WEEK ONE: PROTAGONIST OR ANTAGONIST

The greatest threat to Emperor Dantalion's reign is the ghost of a child. Son of Imperessa Astaria vi Aetier, young Aretos was presumed to have been killed in the siege of Konstantinye along with his mother. But rumors of the child's escape spread like wildfire throughout the land, fueling dissenters to try and take the throne in his name— but to no avail.

Whether the child truly survived or not doesn't matter; the implication of his continued existence is a threat unto itself. But how does one kill a ghost?

TAGLIST [ASK TO BE +/-]

GENERAL → @charlesjosephwrites | @bearunicorn154 I @basilelestrange | @writting-in-blood | @trapped-inadystopianovel | @inky-duchess | @thats-my-type-writer | @yuriykovtun | @myhusbandsasemni | @aphaimaniis | @writinglyra | @belialwrites | @amoranza | @pseudepigraphic | @mel-writes-with-her-dragons | @uppoffringar | @fantasydisease

WCTD → @zmlorenz | @andiwriteunderthemoon | @ryns-ramblings | @marchdove | @cielnocturnes | @wren-is-writing | @paperburrows

[crtalley]

WTW PREPTOBER ; protagonist or antagonist « the garden of earthly delights »

“Apologies,” he says. “I haven’t introduced myself. You can call me Everett.”

→ everett mathyse, formerly d'argent → twenty-five ; he/they ; born in one of the glittering courts of argent → will die in one of the glittering courts of argent, he is sure → the queen regnant's oldest surviving child and only surviving child of his father, the second prince consort

He brushes fern leaves from silver hair worn loose to his shoulders. In the moonlight, he could be one of the fairies Father used to warn would carry me away.

→ drowns himself in love and liquor to soothe a broken heart → always smiling, bright, trying to attract attention to himself → the only child of the queen regnant with the gift of magic

“Don’t tell me that’s magic, too.” “Then I won’t tell you.”

→ only a servant now, still he wants for nothing, provided for by royalty → perhaps he is happy with the comforts they have afforded him

“She still can’t look me in the eye.” Everett’s smile turns sour. He wipes the knife clean on his sleeve. “All she sees is Father—is Letanie—just like they were, then. Don’t ask me how I know,” he says before I can interrupt him, “because I see them in the mirror, too.”

→ or perhaps he stares at the thousand-diamond crown atop his mother's head and wonders how heavy it would feel on his own

“That’s ‘Lord Everett’ to you.”

general taglist

@metanoiamorii @glitterandstarshine @crookedwritings @basilelestrange @avi-why @hekat-ie @localdeadlylaser @jadeywrites @aubergineanathema @quadraphonictypewriter @kudzupocalypse @lascalaveras @cheshawrites @eloquenceandemphasis @asablehart @arctic-stars @worldbuildng

the garden of earthly delights taglist

@florraisons @hottubraccoon

[atelierwriting]

sorry to disappoint @basilelestrange but it is not THE enemies to lovers trope that you are thinking of but it is the other one the inherently tragic one the one where i lose my mind in the dms sobbing