#taissa and nevaeh

[faeriecinna]

1 to 5 Tag

Tagged by the lovely @forthesanityofstorytellers

Rules: Follow the prompts, change one if you like, and tell the lovely world of writeblr a little something about your WIP! Answers to the prompts can be in the form of quotes or anything you’d like!

I decided to go back to my roots and answer these questions for Project.Seraph because I need SOMETHING to motivate me to touch it again lmao

One word to describe your WIP:

Harrowing

Two lines that are your favorite:

The legends spoke of beings whose presence alone could bring one to their knees, whose wings could fill the sky and block out the sun. Nevaeh was a far cry from that image.

-~-~-~-~-

Despite the marks of violence upon her body and the arrows that were buried in her flesh, she looked serene – a framed butterfly, pinned through the thorax, preserved in a macabre display of purity. A false parallel of a martyr.

Three songs from your WIP/OC playlist:

Plenty - Aeseaes

The Fruits - Paris Paloma

Parasite Eve - Bring Me The Horizon

Four feelings from/about your characters:

Ambition, Guilt, Despair, Rage

Five tropes featured:

Living weapon

Enemies to lovers

Oh look, capitalism fucked everyone over AGAIN

Evil royals

Found Family

Cool! And with that, I'm gonna tag: @illarian-rambling @sarandipitywrites @buffythevampirelover @annakayy @sharkblizzardblogs @eccaiia @owlsandwich @meganprimrose22

Love ya x

[faeriecinna]

NevaehCore

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[snapewives-supremacy]

Yellowjackets Text Post [1/?]

“was made to groove”

[hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel]

Glee OCs

Alana Monteith-Bennett. Faceclaim is Alisha Boe.

Amaya Lodge. Faceclaim is Cami Mendes.

Anara Hemsworth. Faceclaim is Sabrina Carpenter.

Antoinette Jones. Faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan.

Betty Hayes. Faceclaim is Billie Eilish.

Carina Simpson. Faceclaim is Camila Cabello.

Charlotte Lopez. Faceclaim is Sophie Turner.

Cho Sherman. Faceclaim is Momona Tamada.

Cleo Pedulla. Faceclaim is Landry Bender.

Cody Hawkins. Faceclaim is Jamie Bell.

Damon Anderson. Faceclaim is Louis Partridge.

Daniel Bennett. Faceclaim is Timothee Chalamet.

Deacon Turner. Faceclaim is Aaron Tveit.

December Walsh. Faceclaim is Katelyn Nacon.

Evin Cohen Chang. Faceclaim is Jessie Mei Li.

Fallon Brose. Faceclaim is Ella Hunt.

Georgia Monteith. Faceclaim is Maude Apatow.

Gianna Pugh. Faceclaim is Brittany O’Grady.

Grace Lynn. Faceclaim is Grace Van Dien.

Hunter Lynn. Faceclaim is Casey Cott.

Isaac Hummel. Faceclaim is Tom Holland.

Joni Hemsworth. Faceclaim is Taylor Swift.

Jordan Puckerman. Faceclaim is Mason Gooding.

Kayla Berry. Faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld.

Kendall Foy. Faceclaim is Maddie Ziegler.

Kit Harrington. Faceclaim is Maya Hawke.

Lily Fabray. Faceclaim is AmyBeth McNulty.

Luna Chavez. Faceclaim is Xochitl Gomez

Maisie Clark. Faceclaim is Sadie Sink.

Marlene Pierce. Faceclaim is Jenny Boyd.

Mary Jane Hawke. Faceclaim is Talia Ryder.

Nevaeh Monteith Bennett. Faceclaim is Laura Harrier.

Oliver Holden. Faceclaim is Austin Butler.

Ophelia Laurence. Faceclaim is Ana de Armas.

Percy Chang. Faceclaim is Simu Liu.

Riley Evans. Faceclaim is Oliver Stark.

Samantha Park. Faceclaim is Whitney Peak.

Serenity St. James. Faceclaim is Dove Cameron.

Sloan Parker. Faceclaim is Liv Hewson.

Tamsin Rose. Faceclaim is Taissa Farmiga.

[brielleinstitutehq]

THE FOLLOWING ACCOUNTS HAVE BEEN UNFOLLOWED:

@travis-pearson

@missevelinefoster

@silentnevaeh

@bailcy

@elanaparris

@birdie-isms

@egonumquamvictus

THE FOLLOWING ROLES HAVE BEEN REOPENED:

Travis Pearson ( EVAN PETERS FC )

Eveline Foster ( ANNA FARIS FC )  ----> BIO NO LONGER AVAILABLE 

Nevaeh Kroger ( MADDIE ZIEGLER FC )

Bailey St. Clair ( JOE KEERY FC )  ----> BIO NO LONGER AVAILABLE

Elana Parris ( FC CHANGED TO KARLA SOUZA ) 

Blythe “Birdie” Winter ( TAISSA FARMIGA FC ) ----> BIO NO LONGER AVAILABLE

Drew Raymond ( MAX RIEMELT  FC ) ----> BIO NO LONGER AVAILABLE 

[faeriecinna]

I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC SO MUCH it's so important in both Project.Seraph and Project.Ink

More platonic battle couples. Battle friends.

Soldiers who've trained and fought together for years and now move like two halves of a whole, always watching each other's back.

Fantasy duo who've perfected their method of fighting side-by-side with weapons and magic. Or who use magic to strengthen each other, magic bolstering their fighting.

Near strangers forced together by a dire situation, having to work together to survive. They're a little awkward, a little clumsy, but necessity gives way to partnership. Trauma keeps them together after. Their struggles and growth as they learn to work together.

[faeriecinna]

OC In Three

Project.Seraph

Thank you for the tag @rcsthewriter !

Rules: find three pictures that fit your OC!

Here are three images representative of my Project.Seraph OC - Taissa

And because I can't do one and not the other, here's little Nevaeh in comparison

I wanna tag @fenrir-kin @hallowedfury and @jezifster (no pressure pals)

[faeriecinna]

• Nevaeh

• Taissa

• Marco

• Haydn

• Adeline

Tag your OCs yall pls I'm so curious

[faeriecinna]

Happy STS! Which of your OCs is least likely to kill or harm?

Hiiiiiiii, thank you!

I want to say Nevaeh (Project.Seraph) because it is literally against everything she stands for and her entire moral code of ethics, HOWEVER, push a gal too hard and she's bound to snap at some point, ya know?

Realistically, my sweet darling angel baby Rowan (Project.Ink) literally would never harm a fly. She's the kind of person who'd feel too guilty to squish a bug, she doesn't really have a temper and she's just a dainty little thing. Besides, she's got her butch lesbian warrior fae gf to do the dirty work for her 🤷🏻‍♀️

[faeriecinna]

Heads Up, Seven Up

The lovely @indecentpause gave me a tag here :)

TW: Injured Animal??

Project.Seraph She could remember just how fragile the little creature had felt when she picked it up, her hands trembling like she was afraid too much force would simply cause the bird to crumble away like sand between her fingers. It was all frail bones and delicate feathers, twisted at all of the wrong angles. When Haydn’s Mother had told her that there was no way she could help the animal in such a state, Taissa had wept, her heart full of compassion for the dazed little thing. She had cradled it in her palms, wrapped in a bundle of muslin, and refused to hand it over to the farmhand for hours until the murmur of its heart had lulled to a halt. Now, as she watched the winged girl cling to life, she could feel the same sting of tears threatening to spill. She rubbed furiously at her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater, blinking harshly as if she could convince herself that the droplets were never there in the first place.

I'll tag the lovely @owlsandwich @mundanemoongirl and @illarian-rambling

[faeriecinna]

WIP Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag @buffythevampirelover !

Project.Seraph :)

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

The character of Nevaeh was my leap of faith into this one. Previously I had only ever really written horror/thriller and I had always been too afraid to create my own fantasy world, but for some reason I just couldn't leave the idea of my broken little angel alone. The more I imagined her in different scenarios and fleshed out different characters and a plot, I knew I had to write it seriously or I'd never forgive myself.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Honestly I really fuck with Plenty by Aeseaes for this one. The whole vibe is immaculate and it really encapsulates the mood of the story through the lyrics.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

I truly love them all for different reasons (except maybe Marco, fuck you Marco.) Though Nevaeh is my sweet innocent angel baby could never do anything wrong ever loml, and Queen Reinette is a favourite because I adore a good villain and I am very proud of the way I've written her character.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I'm hoping the same kind of people who tore through Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments will find my books to be worth of a good read. Also my fellow 'Merlin made me realise I was queer' pals. Not quite as high fantasy but I think P.Seraph is sometimes quite reminiscent of The Witcher too.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

There are so many scenes that I've already imagined and desperately want to write, so writing everything in between to bridge the scenes together is so painful lmao. What do you mean I have to write about the journey to the castle before I get to write my big dramatic inciting incident???

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

A lot of the first half is based in the woodland so many animals are encountered, though crows and various other corvids are a recurring motif. Also a lot of horses! Most characters travel by horse, including my little band of travelling thieves and the Queen's guards. In the marketplace there is also a very well known cat that belongs to the tavern-owner and likes to steal from people's stalls lmao

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Mostly by foot, by horse, or by a carriage drawn by a horse.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Still the first draft rn but it's coming along smoothly. I have also been writing Project.Ink and fleshing out Project.Claw so I haven't been dedicating quite as much time to P.Seraph as I would like.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers, right? This story absolutely reeks of betrayal, dark royalty, doomed love, war.... idk it has everything in it that I wanted to read all in one story and I hoped some people could relate

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

Obviously, I hope to be published one day, and if it is, my hope is that it will be one of those books that leaves people reeling after they've read it. I want people to connect to it, to cry over it, to read it so many times it doubles in size. I want people to be as violently in love with my characters as I am and I want people to relate to the story in whichever way they see fit. I want it to mean something to someone. One day. Eventually.

no pressure tags for @melpomene-grey, @goldxdarkness, @darkangel319 :)

Blank under the cut

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

[faeriecinna]

Manuscript Search Tag

I got a couple of these from the lovely @annakayy and @ulysses-blues ! My words are : Cold, Night, Colour, Question and Soar

I'm editing atm so a lot of these extracts are probably going to be from the earlier chapters of my WIPs :)

Cold:

Project.Seraph The lies rolled off her tongue smoothly while she pleaded. Her words hung in the air, a delicate fable of veiled desperation. Each syllable carried the weight of a decision, pregnant with possibility. She held a hand out to Nevaeh, a sense of satisfaction settling over her when she realised the angel was no longer backing away. “My friends are waiting just a little further into the trees. I can call them out now to help us, but you must make your decision quickly, angel, it is only a matter of time before The Hunt returns for you.” Tense silence hung in the air as Taissa and the other travellers waited with bated breath for Nevaeh to respond. She gave an almost imperceptible nod that rippled through the quiet - a seismic shift in the forest's placidity. The choice echoed like a distant thunderclap. A cold breeze fluttered through the trees, as if the forest itself had breathed a sigh of relief.

Night:

Project.Ink Fionn offered a nod, though doubt remained in his expression. With a lingering gaze at Rowan, he retreated into the crowd. The elven nobility continued to observe, casting furtive glances at the mysterious human. As the night progressed, the dance floor beckoned, and Killeen found herself standing before Rowan. "Dance with me," She demanded, her voice holding a mix of authority and an emotion that struggled to surface. Rowan, caught off guard, nodded hesitantly. The surrounding Fae observed the unlikely pair, murmurs rising like the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Colour:

Project.Ink Although in the back of her mind Rowan knew exactly what she was approaching, she refused to let herself believe what she was seeing until the glow of the early dawn sun began to cast shards of colour onto the rotting pine needles underfoot. Stained glass windows – or remnants of them – still clung to the fragmented wood window frames and crumbling stone archways. Her heart stopped and her head span. In her dreams, the church had been resplendent and ornamented, gilded and imposing in its looming grandeur.  It wasn’t hard to imagine the pews filled with worshippers, caught in the throes of fervent exaltation. In person, it was a deteriorating memory of the hallowed halls that had commanded devotion long before Rowan even came to be. The carcass had been picked clean and only the bare bones were left, jutting at sharp, splintered angles and still bathed in the sanguineous glow from above.

Question became Inquired:

Project.Ink The air felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and the flickering candlelight cast unsettling shadows that swayed with an unnatural rhythm. Her parents, a middle-aged couple with eyes that held an baleful gleam, sat at a weathered wooden table. "Rowan, dear, how was your day?" her mother inquired, her voice too melodic, the cadence too perfect. There was an eerie precision to her words, carefully crafted. Rowan offered a hesitant smile, the subtle disquiet settling in the corners of her mind. "It was... usual, I suppose." Her father, a man with an unchanging smile that he wore like a mask, chimed in. "Good, good. Routine is essential, especially in these times." The words hung in the air, their weight pressing on Rowan's shoulders. It was a phrase she'd heard often, a mantra that echoed throughout the village whenever discussions veered too close to scrutiny.

Soar became Flight:

Project.Seraph A snort jolted her from her respite with a sharp gasp and she whirled, coming face to face with a solo soldier and his accompanying horse. A desperate whine left her and she willed her aching legs into motion once again, covering just enough land so that she could spread her wings and take off into the sky. Flight was much slower, but with her body weakening with exhaustion, she couldn’t risk her mortal legs giving out on her while being chased by the one man who wasn’t entirely convinced by her watery charade. Before she could even make it a fair distance, the air close to her ear was displaced with a hiss and the angel’s eyes widened as arrows began to fly. She bobbed and weaved, her flight path erratic in an attempt to become less of an attainable target.

And with that, I'm gonna NO PRESSURE tag @spideronthesun @indecentpause @savvyminnow @frostedlemonwriter and @melpomene-grey

Your words are going to be :: sick, small, remember and cloud

[faeriecinna]

Find The Word Tag

Thank you @owlsandwich for the tag!

My words are: Wisdom | Freeze | Expect

The new words are: Influence | Memory | Cloud

I'll tag @annakayy @fayeiswriting and @zevarcollan and leave it open to anyone else who feels like it!

I had nothing for Wisdom, so I went for Knowledgeable

Smoke filled the clearing in a cloud of billowing grey as Taissa threw water over the campfire, the smell of cedarwood and baked apples motivating the group of drowsy travellers to meet the day with open arms. Metal pots scuffed and clanged nearby, providing a soundtrack to the morning, along with a low, melodic humming as Adeline’s busy hands scoured their cooking utensils in the nearby creek. Haydn, knowledgeable and efficient, tended to the horses with a gentle touch, securing saddles and supplies for the long road ahead.

Freeze became Froze

As she drew closer, the angel’s eyes fluttered open, her silvery gaze landing directly on her. A suspended breath hung in the air, making room for the brief, charged connection between captor and captive. Taissa froze in place. Nevaeh began trying to push herself up with trembling arms, only to collapse back onto the ground with a pained mewl. “I won’t hurt you.” She spoke softly, her hands raised with her palms out in front of her as if in surrender. “I’m here to help.” Nevaeh’s gaze was weary. Her brows furrowed into soft lines and her eyes, though unfocussed, were searching Taissa's face for any hint of malice.

Expect became Unexpected

The day their fates collided was nothing short of wretched—a desolate, grey wash of fog and biting chill. Taissa, nursing the wounds of yet another ill-fated pickpocketing venture, sought refuge behind an old barn. The world outside seemed to conspire against him, an icy onslaught of hailstone pouring from the clouds. The mournful lowing of cattle took on an unsettling quality in the background of the storm. Then, like a harbinger of unexpected alliances, a shadow behind the curtains of mist, Haydn emerged from the bleak canvas of the day. He had only known the basics of medicine, remnants from a life of arduous labour, yet despite the rudimentary nature of his knowledge, the boy had approached Taissa's battered, soaking form with a kindness that was rarely afforded to the young delinquent. In that makeshift sanctuary, amidst the bales of hay, Haydn mended Taissa's injuries.

[faeriecinna]

THE MAGICIAN: SPARK OF MAGIC (What inspired you to write your novel?) 

Project.Ink:

I wanted to write something purely self indulgent. Lesbians, Faeries, Irish Folklore & Mythology, Angst, Whump...... it's got it all 😅 Real talk though, my family are Irish and I've always been obsessed with our faeries - I wanted to play with the idea of the 'changelings'. Instead of human parents unknowingly having their baby swapped with a fae child, I wanted to do something with the concept of a faerie believing they're a human and only finding out later in the story that they were one of The Sídhe. And I wanted it to be gay. Thus, a queer, lovers to enemies to lovers, irish folklore, faeries vs humans novel was born.

Project.Seraph:

I fell down a 'biblically accurate angel' rabbit hole and thought about how FUCKING TERRIFYING it would be if angels existed and decided they were tired of our bullshit and started a war. And then in true Cinn fashion I flipped my original idea on its head and made the angels the ones we should feel sorry for - hence my little baby Nevaeh was thought up. Obviously I needed an evil queen to ruin everything for everyone, and Teo..... was an afterthought 🥲 I ended up dreaming about Project.Seraph one night and loverboy just happened to be there so I fleshed him out and decided that if he infested my dreams before he was even an OC then he deserved some attention, and Nevaeh deserved someone to love. I wasn't gonna make it easy for them though lmao.

Project.Claw:

I listened to this song one (1) single time and decided that everyone deserves a gay werewolf love story (Remus Lupin I'm so sorry you never got yours). And I wanted to keep the murder because I'm incapable of writing a story where my characters don't suffer :)

[faeriecinna]

WIP BINGO

I was tagged by @annakayy ! These are so fun tbh.

I filled in your Bingo according to Project.Ink

And here is my Bingo for Project.Seraph

I'm gonna tag @melpomene-grey @grimmwrites and @brotrustmeicanwrite

[faeriecinna]

Manuscript Search Tag

I was tagged twice, once by @verba-writing and once by @somethingclevermahogony So I'm gonna combine them!

My words are: Welcome / Time / Drop / Wrath / Shudder

Your words are: Alive / Disaster / Noise

I'll tag @dyrewrites @illarian-rambling and @brotrustmeicanwrite

(Project.Seraph) Reinette stepped forth, regarding Nevaeh with a gaze that lingered, burning and prickling as if it was burrowing beneath her skin. The tip of her cane lifted from the ground and halted at the soft flesh beneath the angel’s chin, a sharp point against the apex of her throat. Her Majesty grinned with a saccharine sadism, circling the seraph with predatory grace – a panther sizing up a gazelle before lunging for it’s first bite. “Welcome, Little Bird.”

(Project.Ink) As always, the dinner table was set with uninterrupted precision, the utensils arranged with meticulous care. The food, though seemingly ordinary, carried an unfamiliar taste – a subtle undercurrent of bitterness that lingered on the palate. Rowan's attempts at casual conversation were met with responses that bordered on scripted, as if the very words were rehearsed. When Rowan retired to her room, a sense of isolation settled in, smothering. The walls seemed to whisper secrets, and the floorboards creaked with the weight of unspoken truths. She glanced out of her window, a view of the dense forest beyond the village. ‘The Grey’ the townspeople called it. Her parents had warned her countless times about the dangers that lurked within those ancient trees, emphasizing that no curiosity should lead her astray. Yet, tonight, as the moon cast a gossamer glow upon the woods, an inexplicable yearning tugged at the edges of her consciousness.

(Project.Seraph) The first two projectiles missed by inches, whistling past menacingly. The third found its mark. Nevaeh shrieked, dropping substantially in mid-flight, her body folding as white-hot pain bloomed between her ribs. It was by force of sheer will power that she remained suspended in the air. Until the next two arrows impaled themselves in her plumage in quick succession. Nothing could be done as Nevaeh began to plummet towards the ground. Thick branches creaked and snapped as her body ricocheted off them, doing nothing to slow her descent to the forest floor. With her last second of consciousness, the angel hoped that her fall had taken her far enough away that it would at least take the cavalry some time before they happened upon her broken body nestled between the ancient pines. It would have been a small mercy – a kindness – if her life force slipped away before she could be dragged onto the back of a horse and carried away to face the wrath of The Queen.

Shudder became Tremble

(Project.Seraph) With a silent determination, Nevaeh made her way out of the water, pulling herself onto the shore with shaky arms and drawing away into a thicket of honeysuckle, crouching to regain her breath. The gravity of her situation weighed heavily on her shoulders and a trembling sigh mingled with the cool spring air. In her first moment of guarded peace since the chase began, she allowed her eyes to close momentarily as she inhaled deeply, taking comfort in the gourmand fragrance of the flowers. It should have occurred to her that all tranquility was fleeting in the Kingdom of Infernelle.