#wip: the garden of earthly delights
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thank you so much for the tag @isherwoodj ♥
words: walk, surprise, allow, impress
going to pull these from The Garden of Earthly Delights (tw death, slavery) because that's what I've been working on most lately and also because the rest of my writing is driving me up a wall at the moment
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She pauses and checks the dead man’s expression. Still blank and pale as bleached linens. But he’d thought himself such the charmer when the quiet physician’s assistant caught him out after dinner, like he was twice a month when he went down to the city to gamble away his earnings, and asked him for a walk on the other side of the palace gardens. He’d thought himself sleek and pretty, not drunk and naive, up until the point a knife slid through his ribs.
surprise →
He has to tell them, unless he wants it to be a nasty surprise in a week or two.
allow →
Ophélie isn’t supposed to ask questions. Not what, not how, and never why. She’s supposed to duck her head and do as her master says, and one day she’ll be inked with the same black tattoos that would allow her to take on apprentices of her own. Then she will be the one with all the answers and an oath to the guild keeping her from sharing them.
impress →
Not too far from his father and sister, the would-be prince sits with his court of shadows at a table all their own. Helaire has no friends but a thousand allegiances, a gaggle of young nobles gathered around him while their parents fight to impress the queen regnant in the private salon where she has retired. His favorite lover, the mason’s daughter who was bought from her father for the purpose, braids ribbons into his hair with nimble hands not yet scarred by her work.
tagging @write-the-stars, @magic-is-something-we-create, @writinglyra, @winnieleighwrites & anyone else who'd like to do it – your words are pause, gray, certain, and sort
#tag games#my writing#in which ve actually writes something for a change#wip: the garden of earthly delights#the ''surprise'' line is short because all the helpful context is a full paragraph away r i p me
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« THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS »
There are worse things to fear than death and magic.
Ophélie is a Spicer Decadent, a glorified guild assassin brought to the Grand Palaces by a mysterious benefactor who wants to keep the royals on their toes. Everett was the crown prince—now, he's nothing more than a tutor, baring his teeth at the children who were supposed to replace him. When he finds the Spicer with blood on her hands, he won't miss a chance to watch his mother's empire crumble.
→ adult · high fantasy · 3rd person present tense · dual pov
→ the holy quinity: gore, alcoholism, sex, violence, and family trauma
A rotten taste settles on the back of her tongue. Is it still cruelty if he can’t feel it?
→ in which a murderer steels herself against a court that would see her dissected for their amusement, and a dead prince wishes he could be the one underneath her hacksaw · (but this way he gets to watch as she breaks down the bodies in his bathtub)
“You think you’ve suffered, don’t you?” Every syllable is forced out through gritted teeth. His breath smells bitter as rot and stronger than absinthe.
→ in which two brothers would skin each other if it got them anything but blood on their hands, and neither will come out of this wearing that silver crown · (and both of them know it, but to a royal son, hatred is sweeter than sugar)
“Does a knife mourn? Does a spade cry? You’re a Spicer. Act like one.”
→ in which the itty bitty introduction turns to a masterpost of links to posts not yet made. to be fleshed out over the coming weeks as I find free time.
· CHARACTERS → Ophie Lourens – Everett Altenwald – Renard Constans – Alaisine & Andrie – Matthias Altenwald & his daughter Letanie – Helaire d'Argent & other royals – Noé Lieur – Sevestre d'Argent – Quillon de Ruy-Minor – Catelot & her ladies –
· SETTING → Argent & Grisencourt – Corant, l' Carillón, & the annexation – Clarin & Loënztornhold – Emblesse & Stila – The Cour d'Empire – Magic in the Empire –
· MORE FUN POSTS → On the Spicers
· TAGLIST → @socialmediasocrates @lena-rambles @space-writes // ask to be added and I'll tag you for future tgoed content ♥
#my writing#wip introduction#work: the garden of earthly delights#master: tgoed#alt tagline ''if it ain't baroque don't fix it''#wip masterpost
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wip it
tagged by @mrs-theirin so you can thank her for what i'm about to inflict on y'all
Rules: Post the file names of all of the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Send me an ask with the title(s) that intrigue you the most and I will tell you something about it!
we'll start with dragon age:
A Company of Heroes
Arrows Along the Spine
AAtS - KaarasxDorian smut
In Silvered Light
Ishala conversations
roan x cass
talan x blackwall
The Revolt Inside Me
The Time Has Come
find me still searching
too long i have traveled
once we sat in our kingdom
through shapeless worlds and airless skies
not afraid of the night
only silence follows
wrath and thunder
whisper here where shadow dwells
the dragon's crooked spine
only there does glory dwell
ever an impatient heart
other:
hawksong - andreios and ailbe
mad max - angharad
mad max - valkyrie
mrs. todd's shortcut
nona
such great heights
supernatural palm springs AU
original:
April Showers
Aromantic paranormal investigator
Blue Print
Cold Equation
Down to earth
Drugged
Eternal
Evergreen
Feature Presentation
Garden of Earthly Delights
Gothic short story
Grace and Denney
Hell's Half Acre
Into the Eye
The Lasts
Life Goes On
LTA
Mother Dearest
Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear
Old Fantasy
Outrider
Private Property
Redemption
Second Chance
Skewed
Think Straight
Two to Tango
Vax
poetry:
Agender
Be afraid
The black night reader
First Sight
Forward, Can't, Scars
The heart
I Am Angry
Language
Phone poem
Song
Speak
tagging @thegingerjedi, @halwardpavushatersclub, and anyone else who wants to!
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10 Songs Tag Game
Rules: use your WIP playlist (or any playlist) and put it on shuffle (no skipping). write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favorite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.
This one looked interesting so I thought I'd give it a go (I can’t remember who I nabbed it from...)
I’m using my Titan playlist for this. Technically this is for several stories and WIPs for that series, as well as the TTRPG campaign those characters & stories sprang from, so it covers a range of characters, situations and feelings.
Legends Never Die ft. Against The Current from League of Legends Worlds Tournament 2017
When the world is calling you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
...
Begging you to fight
Pick yourself up once more
Pick yourself up, ‘cause
Legends Never Die
This is one for Alexis and encomapses the whole theme of What Alexis did Next; The world still needing her to go out and save it, and to not stop until job’s done.
Fight On by Sam Tinnesz
‘Cause right now the lines are thin
Between what's wrong and right
‘Cause when the judgement comes
Holy fire
Demons fall
Angels rise
Into glory
I feel this is more aimed towards Elowyn & the SRU. Elo spends her time riding the thin line of justice and judgment.
Impossible by Nothing But Thieves
Somebody told me and I think they're right
There is a change on its way tonight
And I feel it's so
But I fear it though
I could drown myself in someone like you
I could dive so deep I never come out
I thought it was impossible
But you make it possible
This is for both Alexis/ Storri and Selene/ Edwin. The difference is where Sel stepped up to her fear and accepted it; Lex let fear overrule her heart.
I'm A Wanted Man by Royal Deluxe
I'm a wanted man
I got blood on my hands
Do you understand?
I'm a wanted man
... If you ask me to change
I don't know, if I can
I'll always be, who I am
This is another Alexis track; mostly while she was in Fangthane.
Óró by Seo Linn ft. Darkin
Here are the lyrics in English from Gaelic:
Oh, you are welcome home
Welcome to the lady who has faced much struggle
Your being captured brought us to ruin
and our land overtaken by thieves
Oh, you are welcome home
Grace O’Malley is coming over the sea
They are the Irish, not Frenchmen or Spaniards
Oh, you are welcome home
May it please God to let us see
even if we only live for a week
Grace O’Malley come with a thousand soldiers
Oh, you are welcome home
You are welcome home
You are welcome
You know, I never actually looked up to see what the lyrics were, I just liked the energy of the music - strong, defiant, proud - but the lyrics actually match so well how Alexis and the others came back to Toreguard during the siege of the White Lady.
Soldiers by Otherwise
In this life there's no surrender
There's nothing left for us to do
Find the strength to see this through
...
We are the ones who will never be broken
...
I stand here right beside you
Tonight, we're fighting for our lives
Let me hear your battle cry
...
We stand shoulder to shoulder
There’s just so many battles this could apply to, but particularly I have in mind the point where Elo & team stood on the battlements before Armageddon the dragon turned up to claim Toreguard. They’re surrounded by the city army and Elo gives a pep-talk about how they’re all in this together.
Stay Alive by Leet Mob
Though nothing’s left inside
I will not lead you down a broken path
With every breath and every stride
I still need you here by my side
To take me by the hand when once again
I’m blinded by the light
...
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
after everything that we’ve been through
A reflection of comradery Elo feels towards Merri, Aurianna, Snotgrut and Farren; and her position as Captain of the SRU.
Apocalypse Orchestra - The Garden Of Earthly Delights
Settled among the creatures odd
Eve, dear girl, avert thy gaze
...
Joy and delight, forever ceased
Suffering’s abloom
Eaten alive by the cauldron beast
Let the drones ring to the sound of doom
This is a reflection of how Alexis felt when Toreguard fell into the Hellmouth; and subsequently returned to kill the Balor.
Ready For This by All Good Things
There’s no specific lyrics I like from this, I just like the general vibe of strength, defiance and “come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough” attitude.
Fragile by Megan McCauley
I am fragile, but I'm strong enough.
I am wanted, enemy number one.
I am lying, cause I never fell.
If you need me, follow me to hell.
I think this is a good reflection of Alexis/ Storri’s not-actually-a relationship, mostly from Lex’s POV (not least because the pair did actually end up in literal hell).
Tagging (ask for +/- Writing Games): @aquadestinyswriting @viawrites-andacts @ryns-ramblings @strosmkai-rum @chauceryfairytales
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“The Longing” #wip work in progress D3 prompt is to post a work in progress. Join us on the 21 day challenge! This piece I don’t really know where I’m going with it but it’s a figure of a woman and it’s the longing for a woman by a man. ... 2 feet by 4 feet acrylic and charcoal on hardboard. ... Day 3 #21daysinmyartworld #darkartists #acrylicpainting #art #artwork 21 DAYS IN MY ART WORLD ... so I’m taking this challenge #21DaysInMyArtWorld By @taraleaver from the #UK. CheckOutHerArt. And the challenge as well. I think this will be good for all of us. - ... 2 feet by 4 feet acrylic and charcoal on hardboard. My favorite painting from another artist it is… The old guitarist - #Picasso Starry Night - #vangogh #Bosch - Garden of earthly delights #Dali - The temptation of St Anthony - #darkartists #oilpastels #oilpainting #woodart #acrylicpainting#watercolorpaper #socarrasart #painter #artist #artista #miamiartist #emergingartist #oilpastels #artwork #artistsoninstagram #mentalhealth #mentalillness #artists #artislife #coolart #coolartwork #abstractexpressionism #figurativeart #figurativeartist https://www.instagram.com/p/BsUAuF8D5bn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fysce17j0qhi
#wip#21daysinmyartworld#darkartists#acrylicpainting#art#artwork#uk#picasso#vangogh#bosch#dali#oilpastels#oilpainting#woodart#watercolorpaper#socarrasart#painter#artist#artista#miamiartist#emergingartist#artistsoninstagram#mentalhealth#mentalillness#artists#artislife#coolart#coolartwork#abstractexpressionism
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thanks tumblr user nicole @seasteading for the template because this is the only way to categorize the cast of tgoed and yes I put Matthias in the right place. trust me on this one.
not pictured: Robinet (He's Too Good), Therise (but she's there cleaning up after Heliot), Jeanine, man I have OCs you've never even heard about like how have I never talked about Quillon??? ask me about them i fucking dare you
also sorry @ everyone who's completely right about him he does need to be put down like a lame horse but Sevestre is my babygirl
not gonna tag gen because it's not actually writing but. tgoed taglist → @hottubraccoon @florraisons @muddshadow @socialmediasocrates & anyone else who would like to be tagged on this clusterfuck of a wip hit me up and i'll add you to the list
#wip: the garden of earthly delights#meme shit#my writing#listen these losers are just. they're just. i love them#also not everett imprinting on the first girl who reminds him viscerally of his own father#daddy issues much???#my ocs#death tw#murder tw
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stuck on the tragedy of lise of clarin never receiving her brother's bones and always wondering if she could have fixed this
#wip: the garden of earthly delights#lise like ''klarisch bones belong in klarisch cineraria''#and alaisine like ''mmm you sure you don't just want to commit a horrifying act of necromancy on my favorite husband''#death tw
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necromancy in tgoed talk ahead →
First: the only known successful necromancy in the TGOEDverse was by one Alisabet Altenwald, AKA Lady Lise of Clarin, daughter of Princess Margot and twin of Matthias. When she was younger she succeeded in bringing small animals back to life with what she calls “a touch of flame” – Altenwalds have fire-coded magic, so it makes sense that she associates her life-giving ability with fire itself. Generally this stopped at creatures like mice and squirrels. She showed her brother her accomplishments, and when he was curious about how she attained them without proper study, she started drawing out ritual circles and following some of the loose rules of the strictors. When she showed her mother, Princess Margot flipped the fuck out and told her to never do such a thing again; ashamed, Lise suppressed most of her own magical ability, using only what was necessary in a ceremonial context as the heir to the throne of Clarin.
Unknown to Clarin and the empire at large, when she was a young adult and was groomed to take over the lordship of Loënztorn, she returned to her passion – as a game hunter, no one questioned her taking up taxidermy as a hobby, and certainly no one would even think to associate that taxidermy with highly irregular, highly illegal necromancy. Lise studied the musculoskeletal structure of countless creatures in the dead of night, from the smallest of birds outside her window to the boars brought down on her hunts to the stablehand who died in her service, a stranger's bones burned in his place. A touch of flame brought breath into his chest – but no life in his eyes.
By the time she turned 25, she knew the body inside and out. She knew she could reanimate small animals, and they would scurry about and live as they had before; she knew she could keep them alive so long as they were close to her, but if they were too far for too long, the magic would degrade. Many of the cats in the granaries at Loënztornhold were much older, then, than they should have been.
When she was 30, her brother died.
It was a tragic accident in the letter that Claremontine wrote to Princess Margot. There had been a fire at the opera house in Grisencourt. Matthias was caught in it. Claremontine's daughter, no more than nine years old, was with him. It was devastating.
That girl knew nothing of devastation.
Lise wrote back, requesting the return of her brother's bones to Clarin.
The response was the same, that time and the next dozen times she made her request. She went through channels formal and informal, brought it up at every fashionable event that brought her to Grisencourt, ached – always ached – at how many hundreds of miles her brother was from home.
Always wondered. Could she? It hadn't worked with the stablehand, but the stablehand was not made of magic. Not like an Altenwald was. A touch of flame would rekindle the fire that was supposed to burn in Matthias's chest. It would bring him back, she was sure – she was so painfully certain – that she tested it a dozen more times to increasingly crushing results. There was life in the bodies she resurrected, but there was no life.
Finally, Lise searched out any information that could help her – that could reassure her that yes, she could have Matthias back; yes, her family could be whole again; yes, she could reclaim him from the southern princess who had killed him – and it had to be murder, because Altenwalds were made of flame. Finally, she crept down to the Lohennen crypt beneath her mother's palace, where the ancient rulers of Clarin had buried their kin before the Altenwalds and their hunts and their pyres. She begged for answers from ancient bones, trying each skull she found in case it held the spirit of some long-gone king or queen. Nothing.
In TGOED, it's been 18 years since Matthias's death – and no one knows about his sister's forays into the forbidden, but Margot can guess, having seen her daughter grow more and more reclusive over the last two decades. And Lise, still missing her brother, defies the empire in turn by keeping the traditions of strictors alive in Clarin long after the court declared their detailed studies of magic unacceptable.
And the cats in the granaries never seem to die.
#wip: the garden of earthly delights#lise altenwald is one of those people who took ''if at first you don't succeed''#very literally#death tw
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okay I'm at work thinking about TGOED and how it's a case of "Unfortunately This Is The Best Timeline"
if Everett's father had never died, if his sister had never died, he would be the epitome of the spoiled prince except he would also know Power Word Kill
if Ophie had been raised in her uncle's cutthroat court politics, if her father had never had a change of heart and decided to remove his young daughter from danger, she would be not only deadly but fluent in politician
if Heliot was named heir to the empire Everett would have gone on a homicidal rampage a loooong time ago
etc
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thinking about sevestre “I am not the cruelest thing in this place” d'argent being the absolute cruelest thing in this place
#wip: the garden of earthly delights#sevestre is what happens when you let rich boys do whatever they want for the first forty-five years of their life#basically the elon musk of tgoed#in which ve talks about vis writing
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ok guys i'm really bad at making these kinds of decisions so i am going to. tumblr poll it. more info on these projects below the cut »
UNCHOSEN: 2nd draft. Total plot revamp + rewrite. 3rd person multipov sword-and-sorcery. – When the Chosen dies, her identical twin takes her place to keep their home from falling into chaos—but will she be enough to save the kingdom?
BEARSKIN: 3rd draft. Rewrite for pacing, new scenes, + clarity. 3rd person dual pov folktale-aes adventure with a mayfly-december romance. – When a hunter kills an ancient snow bear, her brother is stolen as payment by the fickle and enigmatic Prince of Always Night, and she must play her part in the Prince's game to win him back.
SALT & SILVER: 2nd draft. Slight plot revamp, rewrite. 3rd person dual pov frontier adventure. – The Alchemist has been hunting the tombs of gods in the wasteland, but she's not the only one. When she's attacked and a critical map is stolen, she and loyal town guard Emilián chase after the thief before any more harm is done—too late.
TGOED: 1st full draft. I've been struggling through starting this for way too long. 3rd person dual pov baroque-aes intrigue. A sort of reverse murder mystery. – Ophélie is a Spicer Decadent, a glorified guild assassin employed by a mysterious benefactor who wants to keep the Palace Royal on its toes. Everett was the crown prince—but now he's nothing more than a tutor, baring his teeth at the children who were supposed to replace him. And when he finds the Decadent with blood on her hands, he realizes with a sick joy that he would love nothing more than to watch his mother's empire crumble.
JACKDAW: 1st draft. It's gone through a lot of POV changes to get to this point lmao. 3rd person single pov with brief interludes, surreal fantasy. – Jackdaw wakes in a muddy riverbank. He doesn't know where he is, when he is, or how he got there—all he knows is that he used to be a god. He explores the strange little world of Lorne to find answers to his questions, and instead he finds more questions. For instance, what is his sister doing there, and why does she want him dead?
CANTICLE: 1st draft, technically. This is a very old WIP of mine and honestly it's been a lot of different things in the past. 1st person single pov high fantasy drama with an extremely unhealthy romance. – Six years ago, a Fifth Temple guard kidnapped a young acolyte to save her life. Now, as they eke out a life together in the downcity dark, they come ever closer to danger—and then the Fifth finds them. When the acolyte is stolen back, the guard delves into the clutches of the faithful, desperate to save her again.
SECRET 7TH OPTION: guys there are 50 other projects in my scriv files i'm not joking. i could spin any of them up. right now. but these are the projects I'd like to work on/finish at some point in the next year or so, with the others being fun things I'm starting or playing with on the side, less "solid info" to intro etc. ofc if y'all have any questions please please please ask me i am an absolute brat when given any kind of attention. i will love you. forever.
#my writing#my wips#in which i am incredibly indecisive#which ones am i working on right now??? haha. hahaha.#my brain has been in hell the last couple of months i'm just starting to pick back up on my projects again#the agony of choice
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NANO 2021 ;
« the garden of earthly delights »
genre → adult dark fantasy thriller
pov → first person present tense
themes → vengeance as justice, the evolving definition of the self, becoming the monster, the relative viscosity of blood and water
extras → arospec and acespec protagonists, villain protagonists, soft... romance? infatuation?, morality is for losers, deadpan humor, revenge is hollow but so is everything else
warnings → death ; graphic depictions of violence ; graphic depictions of substance abuse ; some sexual content ; mentions of: csa, parental neglect, emotional abuse, abandonment ; to be updated
Renard de Constans wants many people dead.
There are guilds for everything in the city of Grisencourt. If one needs furniture, they go to the Carpenters – horseshoes, the Farriers – light, the Chandlers.
If one needs to fill a grave, they go to the Spicers.
Ophélie was born into the Spicers Guild. She sees the sideways looks she's given when she peddles her cheap cures, her potions, her sugar-water placebos for those discontent with their place in life. She hides her discomfort with a smile and cuts her sugar with sweet lead.
The Spicers' mysterious Company of Decadents has an ear pressed to every wall and a claw sunk deep into every jugular in the city. With entry into the Company restricted half by inheritance and half by recommendation, no one who wants to know about it will ever see past its darkened doors.
While some have made their fortunes from filthy work, many Spicers Decadent in the city walls lead ascetic or impoverished lives. Death is not a grand sport nor a thing of great beauty.
But – when a stranger shows up at Ophie's door asking after her long-dead father, on guild business – it can be.
Everett chokes back fury. “She refuses to name a successor,” he says instead, calmer. More level.
Sevestre laughs. “Which of us shall it be, Ève?”
“I wouldn’t duel you for the honor.”
In the midst of a royal succession crisis, a nameless patron funds deaths and disappearances in the court. Lords go missing only to show up weeks later as gold signet rings in the corner of a pigsty. Prevosts drown in the lakes in the black of night.
The Spicer Decadent is caught – only once, but it only takes once – by the man who should be crown prince.
He helps her wash the blood from her hands.
Ophie finds herself in an uncomfortable spot: Her innocence is irrevocably tangled up with Everett's goodwill. And so she draws him in, making him a willing accomplice to her work.
The two of them make a temptation of death while playing at innocence. And, between the useless deviant persona Everett plays to the court and the timidity Ophie wears even as she tips mild poison into a cup, they can be nothing but innocent. Suspicions for the deaths turn to the grandmotherly Princess of Clarin, to the queen's brother Duke Sevestre, to Prince Consort Andrie of Corant – they have always been poisoners, those Coranti –
“Who died and made you lord of anything?”
“I think one of the last few was a distant uncle.”
And then the final letter comes.
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#wip intro#my writing#wip introduction#my wips#wtwcommunity#soleirnaviary#wardsoftheseas#wip: the garden of earthly delights#nano wip#hey what up it's ya boi#murder#death cw#violence cw#the warnings at the top apply to the work itself btw not just this post#it's gonna be fucked#i can't wait
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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!
#wtwevent#wtwcommunity#soleirnaviary#wardsoftheseas#wip: the garden of earthly delights#oc: ophie#i have another one for everett that i'm going to queue for tomorrow#so keep an eye out for best boy softest boy most alcoholic boy#murder cw#violence cw#my writing#my wips#my ocs
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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
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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.”
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working on character descriptions and wardrobes for tgoed, realizing that robinet would be wearing dresses for the entirety of the wip, proceeding to think about tiny robinet in tiny dresses
#wip: the garden of earthly delights#there are few bright points in tgoed#robinet is one of them#robinet in dresses just. just think abt it#teeny tiny very serious little man in his very serious dresses#he's got his mother's temperament#so he's sitting on the queen's lap just kind of frowning at everyone#with a vague kind of disappointment#known only to four-year-olds
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