#the natural orders

[rhyaxxyn]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

"𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅."

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GENRE: New Adult (16-25) / Contemporary Fantasy SUB-GENRE: Romance / SciFi / Dystopian / Action POV: Third Person (Multi) / Past Tense THEMES/TROPES: War, Found Family, Heroism, Sacrifice, Power, Corruption, Enemies to Lovers, Bigotry, Forgotten Past, Faith, Dark VS. Light STATUS: Seeking Publication

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒:

In the wake of a god being mysteriously killed, the Nameless War has waged between the gods and humanity for fifty-eight years, killing that which is mortal and immortal, and creating constant battles for territory between the divine Creator military and the human Revolutionists. As hope for future peace between the species wanes, the fate of the war lands in unlikely hands. Pandora, a goddess, the lost creator, nameless and chained to the Earth because of duty, yet still running from her true power. Quinn, a god, the skijic and Creator High General, desperate for the memories of a life lost and the familiarity of a purple-eyed goddess. Natia, a girl, heiress to one of the Republic of Valentulus’s most powerful cities, and slave to the Revolutionist Snake General. Loyalties whither, fear awakens, and stories collide as the Nameless War reaches its tipping point. It is up to Pandora, Quinn, and Natia, each of them sworn against one another, to challenge the boundaries of their duties—and their pasts. The only thing that might change their opposing fates is the truth, but letting the past fly free could very well set the darkness loose. The fight between deities and humanity is made equal, and the fate of the universe unsure.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

PANDORA: Goddess of Nothing, Governor of Domum Deorum, Creator of the Universe. Extremely skilled in both alchemic and physical combat; well versed in a number of chordophone instruments (piano, kaleiscian zarisk, violin); selfless and self sacrificing; compassionate, analytical, cultured, stubborn, witty. QUINN: God of Stars, High General of the Creator Military. Omne’s personal “lap dog” before his capture; good with any blade, has "shit aim"; short with those he doesn’t know/care about; protective, sarcastic, composed, knowledgeable, caring, prideful. NATIA GENESIS: Heiress of Genesis Point. Little Sparrow. Remarkably intelligent in regards to literature, strategy, and divine biology due to intense schooling; the Republic of Valentulus' most renowned deitologist; near non-existent family ties outside of the media; intelligent, kind, self-destructive, abrasive.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

OPHELIA SERPENTINE – General of the Revolutionist Military Government. Although not a master of strategy like Natia, she is manipulative; willing to do any and everything to maintain her power; manipulative, emotionally intelligent, controlling, dedicated, knowledgeable, passionate. OMNE - Goddess of the Universe (Mind), Queen of the Gods. Like Ophelia, she is extremely manipulative in order to achieve her means, though she keeps them hard to distinguish; analytical, facetious, secretive, manipulative, humorous, rude.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

REPUBLIC OF VALENTULUS – Otherwise known as the R.O.V.; had once been the newly created nation in place of the United States in order to maintain control over the worsening relations between gods and humans. Unfortunately, much of it was destroyed after the beginning of the war, spare for the wealthiest districts and cities. DOMUM DEORUM - Heather’s city she built through the means of alchemy. Gods and humans live in unity here, under the leadership of Heather’s councils: Low Council (general citizens), High Council (divine and human district leaders), Master Alchemists (gods who have mastered the alchemic arts). For fifty-eight years Domum Deorum has existed in secret, though their efforts in the war remain influential.  GENESIS POINT - A city with close ties to the Revolutionist military government. Mainly profits from scientific innovations, particularly thanks to Natia's efforts as a deitologist, and diplomatic advisors. As such, they are a major producer of both technology and weaponry. The city has been led by the Genesis family since its creation, Lukyn Genesis the most recent, with Natia Genesis as the next in line to inherit one of the R.O.V.'s most powerful governments.

(order of protags in the images above: Natia Genesis, Quinn, Pandora.)

Note: this is definitely one of several times i've introduced this particular book, but i'm so, so, so happy to do so. infinite tangents is the first book of many in the natural orders series, and i'm so excited to share with you all how far this story has come since i came up with it in 2014 (which is insane to me). hopefully, this story will be published soon... if i can work up the courage to email literary agents.

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[useramor]

you either die young having the same fandoms as your mutuals or you live long enough to watch half of them turn into hockey rpf blogs

[mspaintbirdies]

Toco Toucan

(Rhamphastos Toco)

[earththings]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓹𝓹𝔂 ☘️🐇

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @twilitpoppy

[bacchuschucklefuck]

she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,

[slushyseals]

Hooray, my mail order pup-scription is here!

In reality this little pup got lost and ended up on someone's porch. Not to worry, the home owner did the right thing and the little guy is now at the Marine Mammal Care center who can evaluate them for any necessary care before release back into the wild. Source for more context: https://www.instagram.com/p/C3im2QYybiF/

[mountainshroom]

Kitty johnshi sketches

[honeys-marmalade]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 🪻🌿

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @goblinofthewoods

[rhyaxxyn]

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, “𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉?” “𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓,” 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚. “𝑨 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆.” “𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔,” 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰’𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚.”

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GENRE: New Adult (16-25) / High Fantasy SUB-GENRE: Romance / SciFi / Action POV: Third Person (Multi) / Past Tense THEMES/TROPES: Freedom and Sacrifice, Power and Corruption, Prejudice, Colonization, Faith, Dark VS. Light, Soulmates, The Divine and The Demonic STATUS: First Draft

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

Ruled by Her Divine Majesty Heather since its creation, the planet of Kaleis and the Phantom Empire are in the peak of their power, beacons to their allies and the creatures of the light. Alongside her Soul Guardian, Quinn, Heather is untouchable, unkillable, and she has been for billions of years. One fateful mission puts a key in her hands though; and it is the key to her mind, her soul, and her freedom. And after one fateful mission, fables of the night and the demons who guard it come alive. Divinity alone won't be enough to save Heather as the Evernight Kingdom sends its beasts after her--creatures able to take any form, any face. In the dark, Heather must be willing to test the limits of her immortality to ensure the unending night and its red sun don't eclipse her universe, but the safety of the universe may cost everything she has... And everything she's hoped for.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒-𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

HEATHER: The Queen Divine of the Phantom Empire and Queen of Kaleis. The Creator. Chronic sufferer of prophecies and fates. Universe's first ever bleeding heart, murderous for what matters most to her. A songbird in a bloody, gold cage.

QUINN: The God of Light, the First Sun, the Commander of Kaleis and the Phantom Suns. Heather's most trusted advisor and protector, and arguably the most horrifying thing in the universe. No good with affection or apologies. Would do anything for Heather.

VAIRALYN: The Dark Queen of the Phantom Empire and Queen of Mu, has died and resurrected so much she stopped counting, all beside her wife, and once beside her brother; Kraigyn. Haunted by memories she cannot recall. Haunted by a dark she doesn't know.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒-𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

CLAIRWYN: The Pride Saint, the eldest Evernight brother, and High King of Evernight Empire. Once fabled by the Phantom Empire, he has had billions of years to grow his strength alongside his six brothers. Hard to distinguish who he loves from what he controls.

KRAIGYN: The Muan Tyrant King and prophet of the Evernight brothers. Once betrothed to Heather, he betrayed her and his sister Vairalyn to secure his spot at his Saints' sides. Maddened by power he doesn't understand, and a goddess who can never love him.

BAHRO: The eldest brother of the infamous Vestre beast siblings. Has done and will do anything to protect his little sister and sibling. Betrayed Sidereus for the sake of its survival, and is ready to betray the divine to protect what he loves.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

KALEIS: Home of the Original Six gods and her Divine Majesty Heather. Has held and led the Phantom Empire for billions of years after the surrender of Mu. A leader in military, trade, agriculture, textiles, and diplomacy. A diverse, massive planet, though it possesses a shared language and religion thanks to its divine leaders.

PYNACINIUM: Kaleis's capital to all its nations and governances. Home of the Original Six and Heather, as well as the Palace of Pynacnium.

SIDEREUS: The home planet of the demon race of shifters, or veles. Long ago colonized by the Evernight brothers, much of its distinctive culture and language was wiped out among the masses, though its old-faith priests still try to preach of the divine and their Path to the Niedostepny. Sidereus's survival is left in the hands of the Vestre family, one of the first shifter families, who have slaughtered thousands if not millions to ensure the Evernight brothers don't do worse to their home.

NOTE: Hello! I'm so excited to be posting about this novel! It is, in my opinion, my magnum opus, granted every new book I write feels that way. After a very grating start to this book, it is already at 120K words, so she's gonna be a big one, but I'm excited to share more about Altars In the Sky, particularly my baby girl anti-hero, Bahro Vestre.

[agentc0rn]

I was meant to protect and nurture life, not destroy it.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, I had a thought for the fantasy au! So on one of the previous versions of the WH website, there was a rhyme for the show that went:

A house is a place with four walls and a floor,

with a ceiling above and a lovely front door.

There's a bed to cradle you safely at night,

and windows to bring in the morning sunlight.

Your house is a mirror of just who you are,

A reflection that tells you to never stray far.

Which I thought might make a good incantation for when Wally properly summons Home (I can't remember if that's ever required for Warlocks but hey, it's still a fun poem regardless).

ohhhh this. i like this...

bonus og sketch! big ol eyes...

& no capalet because uhhhh eh nah and also i wanted Home's pendant to be on full display!

[tsuyonpuu]

Finished Samwise Gamgee Photocard 💗🌼✨🍃

[clownprince]

how sick and twisted would i have to be to miss that lunatic?

batman: arkham city – end game #1 // batman: arkham city – harley quinn's revenge // batman: arkham city – end game #2-6 // batman: arkham knight – the riddler's gambit // batman: arkham knight #0 // batman: arkham knight

[ghouljams]

I DONT KNOW WHY, but bewitched by laufey awfully reminds me of knight ghost with princess reader

except the song would be ghost's pov

abso-fucking-lutely you're right on all of that. Here's the bewitching:

If you'd told Ghost that he'd be called on to be the crown princess's personal guard, he would've laughed. He would've told you he was hardly interested in such an "honor" and that he's sure her most royal brattiness must have better prospects to scare off. Surely you must have been such a petty handful that the other knights offered the position had declined, leaving him next in the long line.

Although, it was flattering to hear he was even in consideration. He'd sure worked his ass off to be the best of the best. Making something out of nothing but a failing title thanks to his father's- Well, the man was a better father 6ft underground than he'd ever been in life, and that's all he really needed to say on it. Ghost didn't think much of the summons. He couldn't ignore it, of course, but that didn't mean he had to take it seriously. He could run a little late.

Ghost's pace is slow as he walks through the castle. Admiring the architecture, he told his escort, who looked far less than pleased with that answer. He did his best to stall, hopefully the princess would be fuming by the time he arrived and he could be dismissed easily. No muss, no fuss.

Uneven footsteps race down the hall behind him as he and his escort turn the corner. He pays it no mind, likely a maid, no reason to pay them mind. Until they slam into his back and bounce off. He turns, wide eyed, in time to see you fall on the floor, landing hard on your ass with a pained expression. It doesn't fit such a pretty face. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, and Ghost has to shake himself out of staring at you. His escort has already scurried ahead to see about buying him some time.

"You alright?" Ghost asks, helping you to your feet. You wobble a little, he keeps hold of your hand to keep you steady. "You broken?" He tries, brow furrowing at your changing height as you shift on your feet. He doesn't know you, he certainly wouldn't be here if he did.

"No," You lift your foot, and Ghost glances down, one of your feet already in just a sock, "but, I'm afraid I'm running terribly late." You tell him, glancing behind you and pushing your hair out of your face as you unlace your remaining shoe.

"Maybe I can help you, where-" Ghost watches as you tug your shoe off and shove it against chest.

"Hold that please," He blinks, and takes the heel from you, judging by your clothes you must be of high status. He's never seen a lady running around barefoot before. "Now if you'll excuse me, Sir Knight, I really am in a rush, and I have a baron hot on my tail attempting to hold me hostage another hour still."

Another glance behind you, one Ghost leans to check for as well. You must be quick to have outrun a man he can't even see the sweat of. He wonders if you lost your other shoe somewhere along the way or if you, perhaps, threw it at the baron to buy yourself some time. That look in your eyes is wickedly clever when it meets his again. You nod to him once and slip around him to take off running again.

"Wait, I'm-" Ghost stops, and sighs watching you slide around another corner. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He grumbles to himself, tossing your shoe to his other hand as he walks. He'll pass it off to his escort once he meets up with him again. He's pretty sure he went the same way you did.

The escort looks rather harried when he spots him in front of the reception chamber's doors. Big fancy things that have guards waiting to open them on either side. His escort enters to tell the King and Queen that the newest guard candidate has arrived. Ghost tries not to eavesdrop.

"I haven't needed an escort since I was a little girl I'm-"

"A flight risk," The Queen says firmly

"I'd hardly call running from a daft old man a flight risk," The King grumbles. Ghost chuckles a little to himself. His escort slips back out of the throne room to tell him they're not quite ready for him. Which seems strange considering how much time they've had to prepare.

A maid exits one of the nearby rooms with a pair of slippers and something clicks in Ghost's head. Despite his escort's best attempts at stopping him, Ghost enters the throne room with the maid, and watches your sweet face fall as silence covers the royal family. The maid too, it seems, doesn't know what to do.

"Sir Simon Riley," Ghost announces himself, "I was called about being her highness's personal guard."

"It seems you've already run into each other," The Queen's lips purse, eyes on the heeled shoe in Ghost's hands. He offers the offending shoe to the maid, and takes the slippers.

"This is really-" You whisper to him, Ghost hums, slips the silk slipper onto your foot. You swallow, try again, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, I can't imagine how you must think of me."

"Briefly," He tells her. You're still standing at the bottom of the steps to the throne; apparently having had time only to argue with your parents, not take your seat, in the time between bumping into him and getting here.

"Sir Riley," you start.

"Ghost," he corrects you, "if I'm going to be your guard, I'd like you to call me Ghost."

"Ghost," you start again, not even a hint of annoyance in your voice. Actually, you sound a little embarrassed. It's cute. He likes how easily you give in to him. "I'm sure you'd find this position terribly boring, and a waste of your many talents."

Ghost drops to one knee, and pats his thigh, you quickly raise your foot to settle on him.

"I mean, I'm really not the flight risk my mother thinks I am, and I hardly think you want to accompany me on diplomatic excursions-" he holds your ankle to slip the new house shoe on "-or trips into town. Wouldn't you rather be off, I don't know, fighting marauders and dragons?"

"What do you think knights do, princess?" He smiles, setting your foot on the floor and prompting you for the other one. "It's my privilege to serve you, one I'm enjoying so far."

You feel heat brust over your cheeks, finally taking in the man in front of you. This man is a trained combatant and yet here he is helping you put your shoes on. Christ, you'd literally run into him, and now he was. Why was he treating you so nicely, he should be laughing at the idea of serving you.

"No," He murmurs back, "You can't imagine what I think of you." He stands as you settle your foot back on the ground, and takes your hand, bowing his head to kiss the back of it. "But, rest assured those thoughts are good, my lady."