#impaledlotus

[angsty-prompt-hole]

i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!

Oooo yes I believe I mentioned Haven in that one. She is one of my favorite OCs and she lives rent free in my head constantly.

There's an old ask where i rambled about her on my blog somewhere but I'm banished to mobile and can't search for it right now, so I'll just ramble away again lmao. One day she'll get a proper character introduction, but I'm waiting to do that for Reasons.

The short version is that she got involved in some crazy stuff when she was in her mid-20's because her dad had gone missing, and when his body was found, there was a bunch of weird stuff with him. It all ended with Haven being tormented by an eldritch monstrosity that turned her into something less than human, an immortal being with black scleras and fractured sanity.

After that, she became a bit of an interdimensional bounty hunter and started hunting down people associated with the entity. She didn't want them to continue to harm people.

Along the way, she ended up accidentally adopting two different children (moreso she tried to get them to someone who could actually take care of them but they got extremely attached to her and refused to leave) and she befriended a phoenix named Fenris. She also had a significant other named Liam at one point, but tragic circumstances left him permanently incapacitated, which really did not help her fragile mental state.

Haven isn't her real name and is just one in a long line of aliases she's used over the centuries, and by the time she started using that name she'd almost completely forgotten her real name.

She's a very grumpy and sarcastic person and tends to come off as excessively violent, aggressive, and hard to work with, but she does have a softer side. It's hard to get to, but it's there.

She appears in a lot of my WIPs (Rot and Ruin and Kiriska's Story being the main ones, but she cameos in a lot of other places) and she does have her own thing I'm planning that isn't really a writing thing so it's never really talked about here, but it goes through her backstory and what happened to her that led to her being turned.

This is what she looks like (art by @birdy-the-artist ):

Her metal hand is a prosthetic, and the heterochromia was also a physical side effect of being turned. Originally, both of her eyes were hazel. The dog tags she's wearing belonged to Liam.

[caracteresolaires]

i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!

!!!!!!!! thank you!!!

Tiffany and Nick are the mains in my (as yet untitled) western wip — she is a former ‘holy healer’ who is pretty aimless when the story starts, and he is a very recent escapee from a cult with ever-increasing power. they’re my little guys and i love them so so much, i devote every waking thought to them

Alessia and Zoya are both guardians from destiny! alessia is a multi-talented woman (primarily a designer, researcher, artist, and museum curator) who is bright and gold and way super hot; zoya is an angry little thing who is made out of blood and fire (not literally) and she is so fun to think about — these two don’t really hang out or interact at all but i love them both very very much c:

[leilost]

i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!

Hiiii

I always describe Trishe Horton as a methodical plant enthusiast who's real intense about gardening and farming, bullet journaling/studying, and cooking for her loved ones. She's pan. She has a real soft earthy aesthetic that contrasts so well with her resting bitch face, firm tone, and dark humor.

I attach music genres to my ocs. It's how I make sense of them. Trishe isn't much of a music person (really my only oc where that's the case, pretty wild) but she's in the lofi beats, alt rock and folk rock, international jazz realms with a hint of r&b courtesy of her best friend, Di, another one of my ocs.

Trishe is hilarious to me. Her dialogue is so much fun, especially since her voice is in the lower register and the tone doesn't change too drastically when she speaks. Some examples of dialogue/Trishie actions:

"If I had the grim reaper’s number, I’d send him my location like three times a day. Just in case he wants to make his week a little more spicy. Perhaps break a few rules."

"Gender doesn’t create Haku. Haku creates gender,” Trishe explains. “That’s my claim. Furthermore, Haku is a dragon who disguises himself as an alleged human boy. So, that’s even more evidence that he doesn’t play by the rules of the straights. So, really, he’s genderless. Not androgynous at all if you look at the bigger picture. I can write a whole dissertation on this.”

Trishe would do these tedious dares like “Go outside and pick exactly 40 blades of grass with a pair of tweezers.” Everyone is like “We don’t have a lawn.” Trishe is like, “I’m aware,” with a dead serious face on.

She's very responsible despite how indifferent she is to hearing people describe her as such. She can't deny that she enjoys leading or facilitating things. Her tendency to be straightforward can get her in trouble, but she can and will provide cushion for loved ones whenever someone confronts her about it. Big reveal: She's actually one of my mushiest ocs.

If you ask her, she'll say she values honesty, spirituality and sour cream and onion chips.

Nadji White. This is my baby boy. He's been with me since I was like 13/14, and actually started out as a side character that I used to nurture one of my other characters for a bit, but as Nadj usually does he was like, "Naaaah, I'm stayin lol" and that he did.

Best way I can describe him is goofy new york nigga. Like, for real. He's always been that, but definitely has had some major development this year. Astronomical.

Lets start off with some random facts that come to mind. He's the eldest of four. He's heavy into comics (mainly Marvel) and viddy games. The genres of music I associate him with are (mainly...bc damn, he has so many playlists) diff kinds of rap but especially Chicago rap, funk - most of his music has funk elements, and alt r&b in the steve lacy/frank ocean arena. He also loves trap beats made from gaming music and old cartoon theme songs.

Also, he's very intense about cereal. Ask me to explain his theory about Kix. I dare you.

Nadji draws! Ask him and he'll say he's a graffiti artist first. Started out doing caricature art in high school, then moved to comics and graffiti and street art on both wall and canvas. He has an art collective that he puts together over the years, starting in high school (that I still haven't named lol). They too are my faves.

All of them brought together because of art but they like to think of themselves as a "we do whatever the fuck we feel" kind of crew so there are musicians, actors, and models. There's a photographer/filmmaker, someone crochets and makes rugs, someone does hair, they do comedy sketches, there's a fashion designers, someone paints. another dances. And so on.

Nadj is definitely a problematic fave. He can be a sweetie, but he's so damn mean when he wants to be. As well as selfish. Stupid lol. His growth as a character is one that even surprises me. Oh also should mention he is indeed a part of the alphabet mafia.

I'll leave it there for now. Thank you for asking bout my babies.

[mjjune]

Great snippet! The name Olice is really interesting, and I love the dynamics here. That dialogue at the end is really engaging and feels like real people talking. Also that last line made me lol. I also have a friend who 100% would not look up from their phone unless the car was actually hit.

Also I would loved to be on your taglist for this!! We vampire folk have to stick together.

continuation of chapter (1)—

wip: vampires don’t take roadtrips

character(s): darren de leon (mc/pov), olice prajapti-ellis (adoptive sister/it’s complicated), an angry taxi driver & a mysterious white haired stranger that’s not important no of course not 👀

warnings: almost hits a dude with a car…? swearing/kinda road rage lol

also trying out a taglist but i’m super bad at remembering? lemme know if u wanna be added/removed: @magic-is-something-we-create , @henrike-does-writing-sometimes

I was lost in thought when a person appeared in my field of vision — the middle of the road — and I slammed on the breaks in a nick of time. Barely. It jolted Olice from her haze and I laid the horn on thick. I leaned my head out of the window.

“Hey! Watch it asshole!” I shouted. The person was a man, tall, broad, nearly cleared the car on foot alone. I couldn’t see his eyes, which were obscured by a wide brimmed hat, but I could see the wavy white hair that tumbled down his back like some untamed beast. In the middle of traffic he stood still as a statue, even when I laid on the horn again, he didn’t budge. The taxi in front of us jolted forward. “Hey fuck you kid!” The taxi driver leaned out of his window. “Ain’t nowhere to fucking go!”

“Dude, I’m not honking at you! I’m honking at this fucker who—“ I cut myself off; when I went to point the man was no longer there, seeming to have vanished into thin air. “—Where the fuck…?” I whipped my head left, right. The man that I nearly crashed into was nowhere to be seen.

“If you honk at me again you’re fucking dead meat, you got that?!” The man yelled, ignoring me and my confusion. Olice caught my hand before I laid on the horn again out of spite.

“Cool it.” She gave me a look. I gnawed at my lip, giving into her unamused stare and flopped back in my seat. She leaned over me to reach the main console and rolled my window back up.

“You’re letting the heat out anyway.” Was all she said.

“Did you see that?” I asked. Ignoring her statement entirely, I rolled the window back down to lean my head out again, searching for the man we’d almost steam rolled.

“See what? I was looking at my phone.”

“Even when I slammed on the brakes??”

[magic-is-something-we-create]

i'm curious, ember for the blorbo bingo? :eyes:

HI hello i got back from my weekend break maybe 20 seconds ago and ill have u know i have filled out this bingo card for 6 characters at LEAST already. but anyway heres embers <3

at least one woman that fears ember is actaea and the fish that love them are the deepfolk. no i will not explain further

[mjjune]

Last Line Tag

tagged by @isabellebissonrouthier

soft tagging / avof taglist: @aritany @bebewrites @ceph-the-writing-spook @diemohnblume @elijahrichardwrites @eventideintrigue @garthcelyn @ghafasinej @impaledlotus @jezifster @knosium @lexiklecksi @little-mouse-gardens @mr-writes @wildswrites

let me show you the last line i just edited from AVOF2 😈

Ashes shoot out into the night sky, as if only whiff of the smoke from the fire that burns within.

[theskeletonprior]

[ID: a greyscale banner of a skeleton reclining in rich silks, cropped so only the ribcage and part of the spine are visible. It reads ‘A Year in the Priory’ in white. /End ID.]

I saw a post going around by @maguayans​​ about making a year-in-review post, and it looked too fun for me to resist!

It hasn’t quite been an entire year for me. I started this account on January 18th, but the time has flown right by! I think it’s good to reflect, and this is the time of year for it, that’s for sure. I didn’t want to do it Spotify-style, so here we are. Just the bare bones.

On Writing

This year really marks the start of my taking my work as a writer much more seriously. It was also the first time I was paid for my writing (!!!). I opened commissions, although I only sold any to people I knew. I only published one piece of fanfiction this year, in January--just a little study of Silco and Jinx from Arcane. But I have a couple others that I’ve been fiddling with to keep me loose that I might even finish one day. In April, my husband and I launched our Patreon, and as of this month, we’ve released nine volumes of The Bishop of Black with a 10th on the way! We managed to put out a new volume every month, along with bonus side-stories. I’m very proud of what we’ve been able to accomplish together. In the summer, I came down with some terrible Gorr the Butcher brainrot, but the fic isn’t finished. It is, if I do say so myself, rather good, though. I also immediately became obsessed with Alchemy of Souls, but that fic isn’t finished either. I haven’t had an awful lot of free time, just in general, this year. I’ve struggled to make dedicated time for my projects. This blog has also begun to grow quite well! I reached my first major milestone in October, did a very fun giveaway, and then smashed that milestone to absolute bits. This, I attribute chiefly to the miraculous accident of a post that I made at 2am escaping containment. I did make an attempt at pushing out a few more words in November, but came away with a little more than 5 000 on RAVENOT, which is more progress than I’ve made in some time. I also released a polished first chapter, which stands as a sort of pilot for the project. Some folx were even kind enough to drop a little tip in my jar for it, which was lovely. I did get some little drabbles out, too. So I think I’ve been sneaking out the words fairly well this year. And that’s about it for 2022, as far as my writing goes. I wasn’t able to really get back to my bookmaking, but I’m getting pretty handy with Affinity Publisher and that’s got to count for something.

On the Future

I’d like to try to commit to a few things for 2023. Here’s the list: + complete a draft of one WIP for 2023 (spoiler alert: it’s going to be RAVENOT) + read every day + dedicate time to writing every week (collaboratively, and solo) + consistently include IDs for images in original posts + get back to bookmaking! I’ve been making nothing but x-folds and pamphlet stitches and it’s making me wilt

On Meetings

And I do want to shout out some of the wonderful members of this here writeblr community that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this year. Warmest regards to: @flowerprose @muddshadow @pinespittinink @impaledlotus @inkspellangel and @calicojackofficial for being some of the highlights of my dash! And of course, I must give mention to those I know and love already: @rosieartsie and @magefaery​ <3

On Reading

I did manage to get a fair bit of reading in this year, all things considered. I would’ve liked to read more, but there’s been a lot for me to adapt to this year. Here’s the list (the ones I especially liked get an asterisk*):

Dune, Frank Herbert They Both Die at the End, Adam Silvera When No One is Watching, Alyssa Cole Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin* Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor, Xiran Jay Zhao* Entangled Life, Merlin Sheldrake* The Time Traveller’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger* A Dowry of Blood, S. T. Gibson* Nothing but Blackened Teeth, Cassandra Khaw Blood Scion, Deborah Falaye Terciel and Elinor, Garth Nix Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth*, Tamsyn Muir Woom, Duncan Ralston Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, Eric Larocca manga Beauty and the Beast of Paradise Lost (1-5), Kaori Yuki* Jujutsu Kaisen (up-to-date), Gege Akutami* Boku no Hero Academia (up-to-date), Kohei Horikoshi Kimetsu no Yaiba (1-23), Koyoharu Gotouge Kaiju No. 8 (up-to-date), Naoya Matsumoto* Chainsaw Man (up-to-date), Tatsuki Fujimoto* Utena: After the Revolution, Chiho Saito JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (part 1), Hirohiko Araki

And that’s all, really. I wonder where we’ll be this time next year.

[izzyspussy]

tagged by @impaledlotus to find the given words in my WIP(s). his words for me are lost, sigh, sing, and angel.

lost [SUFFOCATION, HEART ATTACK, DEATH]

The fatigue and painful tightness in the chest when suffocating feels a little bit like a heart attack, Eddie muses idly. Once a client's husband had one while they were working his case. The case had only been to find the guy's long lost auntie or something, completely unrelated to his husband. But Eddie had the privilege to die with him anyway.

sigh

"Well," sighs Fred, lowering xyr camera at last. "I guess that's that." Xe looks over at Eddie then, for what must be the first time since they got into this fucking car this morning. Up and down, xyr eyes passing over Eddie's bird's nest of hair, the red glasses, the rumpled shirt she's been wearing for the past week, the stain on her thigh that even Eddie doesn't know the origin of. "I'm- fine," Eddie asserts before Fred can ask in that flat, disappointed, disingenuously non-judgemental tone xe can get. "I can drive."

sing

Fred sings in the shower. Eddie's throat gets tight again, her eyes hot, but no more tears come out. She can't cry when she's awake. Her grief is reserved for strangers.

angel

all from Curse The Messenger draft 1.3, currently 15k

"witch noir" taglist: @girlfriendsofthegalaxy @haectemporasunt @jezifster @blackhannetandco @fearofahumanplanet @godsleftarmpit @littlehastyhoneydew @rainbowabomination @antihell @isherwoodj @marrowwife @ashen-crest @wildswrites @ceph-the-writing-spook @garthcelyn @muddshadow @cohldhands @unrealistic-android

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For the word find I'll tag @lend-your-lungs-to-me @silvertalonwritblr and @albatris. My words for y'all are star, afraid, hand, always, and believe.

[muddshadow]

last line tag —

and by line, i mean excerpt, because i’m incapable of restraint. thank ye for the recent tag @pinespittinink and @baroquesse <3 passing it along to @ceph-the-writing-spook @impaledlotus @theskeletonprior @kaatiba​ @akindofmagictoo​ @rydykg​ @ambiguouspuzuma​ and viewers like you

a future moment from bloodhounds, where rowan abruptly announces he’s not coming with to the capital —

Meisha looked briefly at the copper horizon and the city that fringed it, then she squinted at Rowan like he might’ve been teasing her. “Does this have anything to do with your military background...?”

Rowan scoffed at her sarcastic quotation marks. “You know how it is with people.”

“Yeah, I like people —

“Look, most folk in that city aren’t as neighborly as you are, and most of ‘em have weirdly good memories for, er, past events, and it’s just better for everyone if I never interact with those particular people again…”

“There’s a million people behind the walls, and you’re worried about bumping heads with—?”   

“Forget it, Meisha,” Neve said suddenly, dusky and blunt. “If he wants to disappear, let him. Never gave a shit anyway.”

"You don’t... you don’t mean that...” But her protest was uncoordinated and utterly ignored. Neve strode past. Not one glance sideways and certainly not backward. Rowan had expected her lacerating glare, maybe the brilliantly cruel scathe of her tongue. The nothing was worse.

Meisha’s expression scrunched, twisted, then fell open. She cast back a woefully bruised look that ached Rowan’s miserable heart, and then she caught up to her sister.

Rowan stood alone for the loneliest moment of his life.

Grinding his teeth, clenching his backpack straps, he eventually managed to follow. He knew Meisha would harass him with questions in the final hour to the city, the final hour he promised his protection, but for now, a rift carved the space between them. Rowan had flicked aside many pesky emotions in his long existence of abandonment, never overly affected by betrayal and only once feeling sorta bad about it. This time, the silence eviscerated him.

But there were too many problems in the capital. The really, really bothersome kind of problems that Rowan preferred never subjecting himself or others to, and thoroughly intended to avoid illuminating forever. That was that.

And still, Rowan’s guts dragged alongside him.

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Ten Random Lines Tag

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics/writing projects, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag people (ten if you want to follow the theme).

Thanks for the tag @late-to-the-fandom!

Zero pressure tag: @korblez/@outpost51 @dontjudgemeimawriter @magefaery @cryptidwritings @calicojackofficial @theimperiumchronicles @impaledlotus @lividdreamz @wintersstreams @silvertalonwritblr

From Phagophobia:

Neither Jonah Carver nor Elfy stood there. The projection didn’t quite capture the usual intensity of the caller’s eyes, but they lit up in other ways.

“Isaac,” said Renato Faria Dimas with the affection of an old friend and the sharp-toothed smile of a predator. “So glad I caught you.”

From The Primrose Path:

Ân stared at the green markers that matched The Exile Queen’s own banner, emblazoned with the rearing gold unicorn of her ancestors. His limbs hung as heavy and useless as if they were made of clay. How naïve they’d been. Like all Matroians, Ân had taken for granted that the war would proceed just as it had for hundreds of years.

From "Candid" (a currently unposted story!):

“Evening, friend.” The driver’s blue eyes shone beneath graying caterpillar brows and a rolled bandana headband. “Where you headed?”

The hitcher squinted into the dying blaze of the sunset as if they hadn't considered their route for the past ten hours already. The gilded light didn't reflect in their black eyes. They shrugged. “Wherever you’re going.”

“Right on. Dig those not all who wander are lost vibes. Hop in, friend.”

From "Go-Getter" (not yet posted):

“It won’t get any easier if I put this off. Humans aren’t…We like to avoid things. Make them out to be bigger and scarier than they really are most of the time.”

“My abilities take their toll, no matter how gentle I’m being. You’re no good to me broken.”

“Being upset isn’t going to kill me.” The growing steadiness in his voice seeped into his bones, reinforcing his resolve.

From The Memory Salesman. (not yet posted):

She didn’t give any ground. It came within kicking range, but Neva kept both bare feet planted on the cold floor. Even if she knocked the mind worm on its ass, she couldn’t bolt for the stairs while her chains were attached to a ring set in the ceiling.

From "Covenant" (cat short story for Halloween):

Humans forgot, but cats didn’t, and so they came. To keep the covenant, call the quarters, and renew the binding. For all their sakes.

From "Terms & Conditions":

Kinslayer finally pulled their hood back up. “What about the other one? The spook?”

“I’ve seen nothing yet to suggest they had a stake in the matter to begin with.” Although, crediting the whole disaster to Ceph’s secret design tempted him.

From a Whumptober entry:

Another hand clenched around Justin’s chin, spikes pricking the soft underside of his jaw. The morbid skull mask and distorted mouth leaned in, closer and closer. His heart spasmed from an awful moment of realization right before the stranger kissed him.

From Sunsworn:

A vicious smile of victory crossing her face, Tiên struck. She whipped the blade of her sun sword at his offered neck, hitting him not with the edge but the flat.

The inlays of blessed wood flared like miniature suns themselves, flooding the tent with dazzling light.

From "Running in the Rain, Falling in the River":

“What’s after you?”

Looking up from rattling the ice in his cup, Dimas gave them a baffled stare. “I’m sorry?”

“The holy water. You wouldn’t need it if nothing were chasing you.”

[fearofahumanplanet]

So, at this point in Serpents I’ve managed to sneak the titles of @afoolandathief’s Those Horrid, Horrid Things and @andromedatalksaboutstuff’s Call Me Icarus into the prose and dialogue…

They fit really well into the respective scenes so that’s one reason, but also I need to say that there’s a reason I threw those references in and you should be following those stories if you aren’t already. Fantastic work. Keep at it, my friends!

(Also, really enjoying the snippets of Something Wicked as well, Fool. I can’t think of hardly anyone on here who has caught my attention and admiration with more than one WIP except @impaledlotus, so you are in rare and good company :) )

[kudzucataclysm]

heads up seven up thingy!!! i got tagged by the amazing @impaledlotus

Thursday: OW? What in the everloving -

He stops cursing abruptly when a shadow moves over him. He looks up and Friday glares down at him. Several long moments of silence pass.

Friday: Hey.

Thursday, hesitating: …Hey.

Friday’s smile is unnervingly calm.

from the SE side story set 20-30 years before frank happened, in the aftermath of thurs and fridays first “date” :D

open tag!!

[nonsensical-pendulum]

@impaledlotus

Sometimes I think the reason they scrapped the original hotel Transylvania dracula design was because they knew that if we got that on the big screen you guys wouldn’t be able to handle yourselves.

[vacantgodling]

impaledlotus -> vacantgodling

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Last Line Tag XXXVI

tagged by @riltansteel!! thank you :D

my holiday present to myself and my alpha reader was finishing the graphic murder scene at the end of whispers chapter 2 and i could not restrain myself from sharing a bunch of it here so Content Warning for references to murder, blood, and the blocking of emergency medical assistance thank u

i'll tag: @impaledlotus, @winterandwords, @writeblrfantasy (i saw u say u wrote the first lines to a new wip. gimme), @enchanted-lightning-aes, and @calicojackofficial!!

“You didn’t beg enough,” I hiss, before I shove him headfirst down the flight of stairs.

His head cracks against the wooden steps one, two, three, four times, twisted arm snapping before he even has a chance to try and use it to catch his fall, blood painting every point of contact. The other takes all of his weight when he finally hits the floor, and breaks under it, throwing him right against the table with the roses.

The vase teeters, the dying roses powerless against the rocking of their foundation, before it falls and shatters, thorns spearing into the cuts the glass paints across his face.

He gurgles once into the silence that ensues, eyes frantic and watery. The first silhouette that dives to try and help him stops in their tracks as I stalk down the staircase, too caught up in the blood and the pain in Bor’s eyes to bother to look at them, at first.

“Let him bleed.”

[mjjune]

Find the Word / Heads Up 7 Up

Combining these two tonight! I was tagged by @cljordan-imperium and @awritingcaitlin ~~~

My words: arise, grand, reliance, turkey, handy

I'm already late for bed so I won't be tagging anyone, but if you see this and would like to play, you can use the same words! or generate 5 random words here for funzies

Arise (this is jackie btw)

Her hot pink converses make the pink stripes pop. As always, her camera is tucked away in her satchel, just in case inspiration arises.

Grand

A swirl of dust floats on a silent breeze through what’s left of the Clément Mansion. Construction hasn’t begun yet, and there are still streaks on the pavement where firetrucks had been not long before. It was less than two days ago that the grand entrance to the manor burned down, but their protective measures kept it from spreading to the most important rooms and, of course, the lab.

Handy (from avof2)

“Guess you deserve a real introduction. [Redacted]. Twenty-eight, human, handywoman, combat and Star Wars aficionado, and your personal knight in shining armor for six days.”

Nothing for reliance or turkey!

avof taglist: (comment below or message me to be +/-) @aritany @bebewrites @ceph-the-writing-spook @diemohnblume @elijahrichardwrites @eventideintrigue @garthcelyn @ghafasinej @impaledlotus @jezifster @knosium @isabellebissonrouthier @lexiklecksi @little-mouse-gardens @mr-writes @wildswrites