lampea-by-lamplight

[lampea-by-lamplight]

orion 2: “look! i’m alastair! i’d rather be anywhere but here! i’m all about long sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silences!” so what’s it gonna be, huh? long silence or mean comment? go on.

alastair: …you got me in a box here.

[lampea-by-lamplight]

griffin: we’re like a dynamic duo!

orion: we are not a duo of any kind

griffin: well, you at least can’t deny that there’s two of us.

orion: watch me.

[lampea-by-lamplight]

flannery: assassins are just serial killers who take requests 

hemlock: excuse you, we take commissions

[lampea-by-lamplight]

dracul: here’s the thing though. is it still a murder if i give them a head’s up?

kyria: i’m think that’s called a threat 

[lampea-by-lamplight]

many chapters later...

heya, i'm louise. chesh or other variations on cheshire are also accepted. my pronouns are she/they.

farious pages, or tsenpha, is a very expansive, self indulgent, entirely for fun project.

there's no real way to describe farious pages, at least not one that'd be put on a book if i ever decided i wanted to publish it (which, as of right now, i don't), since it's less one singular story and more an amalgamation of different stories, with different characters and different genres, set in various different countries within the world of tsenpha.

the majority of the stories in farious pages lean more on the generally light hearted, if occasionally dramatic and angsty, romantic comedy side of things, with a semi-reasonable amount of action technically thrown in there for variety (examples include mission statement not as advertised, an adventuring party walks into a tavern, and convenient marriages of the royal kind). however, some of them do stray more towards drama and angst (examples include harvest of light, the cursed grudge, and it's about the journey). a happy ending is, usually, guaranteed because i don't care for sad ones.

links

directory (links to writing)

tags (really just a breakdown of the tags i use, which might be helpful... or not! it exists anyway).

[lampea-by-lamplight]

briony: we need to distract these guys

dracul: leave it to me 

dracul: centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. discuss. 

orion 1, orion 2 and kyria: *immediately begin arguing*

[lampea-by-lamplight]

hi! Share five fun facts about your favorite oc maybe?

hi! thanks for the ask, sorry it took me... a short while to get to it.

my favourite (i guess, if i was forced to pick one) oc at the moment is called galatea.

shows little to no emotion, ever, out of what she believes to be necessity after a lifetime of people falling in love with her at first sight and being incapable of taking no for an answer, leading to several wars, kidnappings, almost forced marriages and many fallen dynasties.

draws inspiration from several areas: helen of troy, galatea from myth, sirens and vampires, i guess. is sort of an exploration into the ways being born fully adult and then expected to act like it would fuck a person up.

is very sparkly. her blood is gold, her few scars glow gold, her tears are unnaturally glittery, and her hair has streaks of literal silver.

a foodie, eventually, once she starts finding joy in the world once again. also a pretty good cook, but she prefers decorating.

very creative. on the one hand that could be put down to her role as the spirit of sculptures (and all the messiness that entails) but on the other hand her talents extend far beyond sculpting. immortality has to be good for something, i guess.

[lampea-by-lamplight]

orion 1, to orion 2: you were so high you made a 14 page powerpoint on why santa would beat peter pan in a fight

orion 1: and i must say you were very persuasive 

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Let's discuss the gods and goddesses of our fantasy world! If you're story is set in modern day, what religious influences are there?

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Alright guys, we’re going to talk about aesthetics, in a character sense. We’re going to talk about aesthetics, in a this is really heavy sort of sense. We’re going to talk about the parts of our characters that are the most devoted, the most willing to sacrifice, the most willing to kill – it doesn’t have to be for the good of the cause. It can be for a single person, it can be for a single place, a single concept.

Let’s just talk about the most devotional in our stories, the ones that fit all those aesthetic quotes that are floating around, the ones that you want to just chew on a little bit because it makes you feel so much.

What are they doing that makes you feel this way? What’s at their core? What’s their moment, their flavor of insane devotion? Let’s hear it!

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Speaking of love, let’s hear about the love going on in your story! What is the main relationship like? Not romantic? That’s okay! Best friends are a sort of love too! 

Let’s talk about it! Chat about it! Or you could even share an excerpt here or a link to a post that heavily features it!

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Let’s spend some more time on the location, actually. What are some cool places that are visited in your story? What makes them so special? Would you go there, if you could?

[lampea-by-lamplight]

5. What are the overall aesthetics of your current WIP?

thanks for the ask

forests illuminated by sunlight, by firelight, by moonlight. glowing figures walking amongst mortals. rain hitting leaves. overgrown gardens of wildflowers and roses. the distant sound of a wolf's howl. the sound of twigs breaking. blood on snow. the creak of a ship. the splintering of ice. dice hitting the table. the sound of laughter and drinking. singers and dancers performing. a fleeting glimpse of a glowing blue deer. a three eyed raven there and gone again. a golden dove shining in the sunlight. the cackle of a fox wearing bangles and earrings. the steady gaze of a blood coloured shark. the feeling of being held by someone long gone.

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Let’s discuss the setting of your story! If it’s modern world, what is the town of city like? What’s your favorite way to describe the aesthetic? If it takes place in a made-up location or a fantasy world, tell us a bit about that, too!

[lampea-by-lamplight]

Let’s follow that first prompt up, and take this chance to share some fun facts about our story! You can either do a five point bullet-style list of fun facts about what’s going on in your wip, or just use this as an opportunity to ramble!

Looking more guidance? Make them come from the center of the story!

[lampea-by-lamplight]

death always wins

there exists a place where people say death cannot touch you, where so long as you remain under the mountain, you will not cross the glade and enter the garden of death.

in a world where death is so revered, so accepted, there exists those who seek to prevent it, to put it off for another day.

it doesn’t quite work like that for, you see, when a death is predicted by a loulrívon, there is no place they will not go to see that their duty of predicting (and delivering) the end of life and the beginning of death is carried out.

they don’t take kindly to those who attempt to cheat them out of their prize, or those who attempt to play games with them and win; they don’t take kindly to those who run.

and so it goes that a man is fated to die by the appearance of a loulrívon. and so it goes that the man flees beneath the mountain where death is said to be unable to touch you. and so it goes that a loulrívon follows him beneath the mountain to drag him across the glade and into the garden of death herself.

it would have been much easier, much gentler, if he accepted his fate.

for, again you see, the loulrívon who follows him beneath the mountain, who dons a mask beneath a wedding veil to walk through a world where everyone wears a mask, has built a reputation amongst her fellows for being a little too sadistic, a little too cold, a little too ruthless.

the moral of this story, if there must be one, is that when the electric blue lilies bloom and a blonde dressed in white crosses your path, delaying the inevitable is an exercise in futility and how to make your last moments alive and breathing hurt.

[lampea-by-lamplight]

tag the oc who’s a mad scientist