#kaiusvnoir

[revenantlore]

Hi, hello, or as the brilliant and psychotic Jason Dean once said, greetings and salutations. You can address me as Raven, Kaius, or Rev, or Klaus if you’re a particular sleepy potato. I like neon flashy things almost as much as I like decrepit graveyards. Also dinosaurs.

As the banner suggests, I am elbow-deep in more WIPs than I know what to do with, and many of them contain vampires and jackasses [affectionate].

While I am trying to focus on no more than one or two at a time this year, chances are my attention will stray away from that goal and I will end up with even more WIPs than the year began with.

Here are my main projects right now … there are many more, but these are the ones I am focusing on at present :

a struggling alcoholic raised by his adoptive mothers is kicked out of the house when one of them decides to open an in-home daycare and needs all the space she can get. jobless and desperate, he moves in with his estranged father, soon to discover this reconnection was a terrible and life-threatening mistake.

more here

an elaborate liar named java is frequently teetering on the precipice of danger and poor decisions until he finds himself on a promising path of self-improvement while living with his brother … just to veer off that path the moment he meets a charming facade named colt and lands himself in a world of drugs and deception.

more here

there’s a new drug in town and it’s turning users into bloodthirsty vampires that crave the neon substance and its supernatural side effects. a detective and his android partner—both on and off duty, though unofficially—set out to end this endemic while trying and failing to dodge noxiglow’s temptations

more here

[sarandipitywrites]

😊 & ☂️

hi, Kaius!

(this is from the WIP excerpts ask game if anyone wants to send or receive asks about their projects)

these are... longer than a line each lol.

😊(share a happy line):

When Lienzo emerged from the closet, it was in a neat white tunic, snug dark breeches, cozy stockings, and knee-high leather boots. And the scarlet coat, of course. The face staring back through the mirror bit his lip against a giddy smile. The coat had looked nice on the hook, but on him? The thick material padded out his shoulders and tucked at the waist before draping inconspicuously over his hips. Combined with the slimming breeches, he looked almost... "If you didn't know any better, you might think I belonged in this place." He pulled the ratty tie from his hair, shaking his braids out before piling them back atop his head and securing them with a forest green ribbon he'd found in the closet. "Ugh, I wish I could see it. The very moment I'm out of this statue, you're giving me that fashion show. I'm going to make you try on everything in that closet." Lienzo fussed with the collar, turning it down, up, down again. "I don't know, Aisha. Gold chiffon's not really my style." "Everything."

☂️ (share your favorite description of an object):

A metal bangle, brighter and shinier than silver, glinted in the light of the wall sconces. Three crystals, clouded as a breath on a winter's morning, studded the thickest part of the piece. At first he thought it a trick of the light, but as he stared at them, the smoke within the gems stirred and shifted. "Put it on before you leave the city's gates, and do not remove it until you have exited the forest. It will keep the untethered at bay." Lienzo's eyes widened. The fire turned to ash in his lungs. "Wait, I've read about this, this is—" "Spirit quartz, yes." The beast swallowed with an audible click. It wrapped a hand around his — large and callused and impossibly warm — and pushed the bangle towards him. "Safe journey, Lienzo." Spirit quartz was rare as dragon's teeth, and even more valuable. A manmade substance, only able to be crafted from the fresh cremains of an Artist. Between the fact that only ten percent of the population had any Artistic potential and the taboo against dividing funerary ashes— "I... I'll leave it for you. At the edge of the forest."

thank you for the ask! 💜

[angsty-prompt-hole]

😷 😆 🌸 pickle please

Pickle doesn't really get cranky when he's sick, but he's SO overdramatic about it, but only if it's not something serious. He's more subdued if it's serious, but if it's just a cold or something he acts like it's the end of the world.

I mentioned this in another post, but Pickle's laugh is pretty normal unless you make him laugh really hard. There's a chance that if you make him laugh super hard he starts wheezing uncontrollably and it sounds like a honking goose.

He'd be stunned to get flowers from anyone, honestly. He wouldn't know how to react.

[astorythatwritesitself]

🛏️ 🐈

Cat: Does your setting have any folklore or superstition?

Yes! ... i'm still building most of it though xD

They mostly trace back to light, though, and lanterns feature in a lot of them - instead of breaking a bottle of alcohol against a new ship, for example, there is great ceremony in lighting its first lantern; particularly if you can get embers or (even more rarely) enchanted lights that will supposedly never go out from the temples. There's also a heavy emphasis on grace and beauty - I imagine some pregnancy superstitions/traditions would have a focus on diet alterations in the desire to impart those traits on the kid, y'know lol.

Bed: What do your OCs dream of?

Getting the usual 'jumblefuck' out of the way...

Elena doesn't recall her dreams very often, as it goes. The striking ones are usually stress dreams, either getting lost in her own home or trying to leave town and it kind of becomes a maze.

Elora's more striking dreams are... mundane? (and often kinda horny lol) Sometimes just A Day Out or otherwise doing things, often with Elena - though, often, the other party doesn't look like Elena, but she knows it's supposed to be her. (She also often dreams of drowning, but like. That's to be expected.)

Aaron's dreams are avant garde arthouse material - surreal as shit, there's definitely a narrative structure sometimes, often lushly visual and downright tactile... and nine times out of ten, evaporate within the first five minutes of waking up. (The bits he does remember often make their way into his art, though - not that it gets shown off much, since it technically qualifies as... moderately heretical...)

Yami's dreams fall into one of two categories: The End of The World As We Know It, or... reading. Seriously. Lots of dreams just involve libraries or bookstores and finding continuations of some of her favorite stories.

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

🍓

hi there, kaius! thanks for dropping by my inbox!

lemme just say since i found you on my dash, you've got a sense of intrigue surrounding you. and i've enjoyed it more since i followed you. you're pretty cool to me and i'm glad for discovering ya. :3

send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

[did-i-do-this-write]

46%

Oooo, this is a super fun one! Thank you so much! 🤗 I think I'm going to answer this one for multiple characters 😆

46%. How does your character feel about animals? Would they want any pets? What animals are their favorite?

All the faction loves animals, even if they are a little aloof about it (*cough* Shaun and Sky). All seven of them are dog people, and Reese, Matt, and Nic are also cat people. They don't get traditional pets throughout the story, but Shaun and Nate do get some animal companions of their own 👀. They all tend to gravitate towards animals that are associated with their elements. It comes with the territory haha.

This ask motivated me to write 151 words for Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

Experiment Total: 58,208

[inscrutable-shadow]

Scales for the dragon asks

Scales: share a snippet that describes something. (can be a person, a place, a feeling, etc.) [dragon ask meme]

This is from the Archfey's introduction scene in some vampire smut I haven't finished yet XD

A low, sonorous hum reverberated through the clearing, loud enough for Thanatos to feel it in his bones. He shut his eyes briefly as it swept through him with the wind, and when he opened them again, all of the villagers were cowering on the ground prostrate before an imposing twenty-foot tall figure with the horns of some sort of strange deer.

He was instantly captivated by this figure, they had the appearance of some sort of fey, but several of the details didn't match up at all. He'd never heard of a fey this size, first of all, and if they had horns, which only the oldest and most powerful did, they are usually akin to deer or elk horns, but never in this shape or colour. They certainly had a fey's otherworldly beauty, and he found himself staring rather mawkishly before bringing himself back to focus. 

"Why do you defile this place?" a voice boomed, echoing from everywhere at once. It was at the same time masculine and feminine, harsh and gentle, cold and warm. There was no doubt in Thanatos' mind that it belonged to the fae, though their lips had not moved.

Thanks for the ask!

[oh-no-another-idea]

22, 24, and 26 for fynn

Thanks for the ask, friend!

22. do they sleep well at night?

Fynn sleeps well enough, no severe traumatic experience for him to look back at. He has been separated from his family though, so I suppose he'd sleep a little better if the house were less quiet :(

24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

Not much time for them, I'm afraid. He's a mechanic though, he likes fixing things with his hands, so I bet he'd like a bit of painting, or working with clay, if he got the opportunity

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

He's not the most graceful, and he's a bit gawky due to his skinniness. He sometimes resembles a great stork, I'd say. Ungainly

An OC ask game!

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Happy New Year to my moots!!✨

thank you all for spending 2023 with me and following along and i can't wait to see what we all do this year! let's make 2024 our bitch 😽

(sorry if i tagged you on accident or missed anyone!!)

hugs and smooches to you... (1/5)

@at-thezenith @hallwriteblr @kaiusvnoir @daisywords @avi-why @spagnum-opus @leisoree @lilac-honey @godhoodandgirlhood @malloen8c @camillenrose @anonymousfoz @thedeerwight @sarlusmonoele @axl-ul @deadgirlnarrative @digital-chance @floweryprosegarden @innsyn @shadow-of-tea-and-tea @e-s-willswriting @toribookworm22

[marrowwife]

A WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Welcome to my cozy little corner of writeblr!

You can call me Marrow or Ollie, I'm 25, I use all pronouns (mostly they/them), and I'm a middle child from a small town upbringing

I'm a queer fantasy writer :)

Currently (and always) obsessed with the Crane Wives

HOUSEKEEPING

This is not my main, if I send any asks I'll tag this blog so that people know who I am

Ask and tag game friendly! May take a while to respond but rest assured I am working on it and I always appreciate it!

Currently working on getting intros out for all of my wips, most of them are reworkings of my old wips :)

wips and taglists under the cut

WORKS IN PROGRESS

- PRIMARY WIPS

WIP: LOTUS EATERS na urban fantasy, dark academia witches, queer

The lives of three complicated women become intertwined when they all join a magical secret society at their university

@houndmouthed @moonscribbler @lockejhaven @aeipathys @cryptid-s-wips @seven-little-constellations @asralieswritingcorner @these-starrynights @dreamwolves @oblolongue @andromedatalksaboutstuff @thelittlestspider @serenanymph @athenswrites

WIP: RAVENOUS na fantasy, exploration of the chosen one trope, queer

What makes someone a saviour? The origin of their power or the way they use it?

@houndmouthed @tragicbackstoryenjoyer @philocalizt @waestlandbaby @andromedatalksaboutstuff @writingmoth @serenanymph @moondust-bard @ashfordlabs @carnocus @real-fragments7

WIP: UNRESTFUL small town fantasy, gothic academia, queer

Gothic boarding school fantasy where the ocean is evil and trying to eat you probably

@dreamwolves @inkingfireplace @kaiusvnoir @saltwaterbells @touchingmadness @andromedatalksaboutstuff @thelittlestspider @writingmoth @serenanymph @silhouettecrow @stesierra @ashfordlabs

- SECONDARY WIPS

WIP: THE GABRIEL RATCHET ya faerie fantasy, folkloric inspiration, queer

Faerie story where everyone has an agenda and there's also a quest

@tieflingtea @philocalizt @cactusmotif @houndmouthed @cream-and-tea @dreamwolves @inkingfireplace @touchingmadness @whimsy-of-the-stars @silhouettecrow @andromedatalksaboutstuff @writingmoth @serenanymph

WIP: SWORD & SERPENT na cozy(ish) fantasy, found family, queer

A knight, a mage, and a wayward heir take way longer to get back home than they should have because of the god damn plot

@tieflingtea

[revenantlore]

kaiusvnoir -> revenantlore

there was a breakdown, mistakes were made, now to work my way back to where i was

[toribookworm22]

One Big:

Whatcha Been Writing

In the spirit of actually cleaning up my hoarded tags, I am combining not 1 but 52 Last Lines, Heads Up Seven Ups, and other miscellaneous related tags into a mega-share.

Thanks @thepedanticbohemian @writeintrees ×2 @saltysupercomputer ×2 @winterandwords ×3 @oh-no-another-idea ×3 @writernopal @pluttskutt @late-to-the-fandom @akiwitch ×3 @ashen-crest @sunset-a-story @ashwithapen @briannaswords @flock-from-the-void @bubbles-the-banshee ×2 @kaiusvnoir @scifimagpie @chainsaw-raven @axl-ul @primroseprime2019 ×3 @acertainmoshke @magic-is-something-we-create @rubywrite @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight @sam-glade @galactic-mystics-writes ×2 @authoralexharvey @frankensteinshimbo @sergeantnarwhalwrites @surroundedbypearls @frostedlemonwriter ×2 @theunboundwriter @sparrow-orion-writes @forthesanityofstorytellers @buffythevampirelover @digital-chance ×2 @cljordan-imperium @olivescales3 for all your tags!

I am just leaving one giant OPEN TAG!! ♥️

And for my share, have an excerpt from Chapter 10 of the second book of my Secondary Series. 🙃

The guards stationed at the entrance barely have time to see us before J has a knife in each of their throats. She retrieves them before they’re even dead as Vieve forces the doors open.

I want to be angry. Or shocked.

But all I can see is Edward frantically trying to save me while I died on some expensive rug. He’s the only person who’s actively and always chosen me.

Who has ever chosen him?

The wind is even fiercer than before. But before I can even dread the trek back to our safe house, there’s a vehicle pulling up and a voice calling out, “Get in!”

“Courtney?” I dare to ask.

Her bright head of hair appears from the driver’s side as the back is opened up. “Hey, there. Let’s catch up on the road, barkeep.”

We all collapse against the thin walls of the transport, a woman in white reattaching the flap before calling out to Courtney, “All clear, let’s go.” The engine revs, and we start an angry path forward. 

The sudden movement rolls my stomach and I fall onto my hands, spitting up more bile and poison. After a couple of heaves, I feel a hand softly press into my spine. It almost makes me feel safe. A gentle hand when I’m hurting, a soft towel wiping at my mouth, two voices I never get to hear again. Then I throw up again.

“Hey. You’re alright.” I glance up at Edward, his legs thrown out beside me. His face is already scarred from where the gag dug in. I want to say something, but I can’t figure out what. I’m just seeing him fall into the grass and seeing his sister get up and never come back and taking one last look at his sleeping form in his bed. “We made it out.”

The woman in white kneels in front of me with a scrap of something and starts cleaning up my mess. I stop her with a quivering hand. “I got it,” I say.

She smiles at me, even if her bright star-shaped eyes are almost empty. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do anymore. Courtney helped me. Let me help you.”

The fabric rustles and shifts, revealing the front of the vehicle and Courtney’s back. “Seriously. What were you guys doing there? I didn’t think you were going to make it out. Especially after Ani went down.”

“Supply run,” Casa tells her.

“You went to Alswik for supplies?” Courtney asks, incredulous. “Don’t you still have a contact at the base?”

Edward’s hand falls from me. “Don’t work with them anymore. And you’d be smart to do the same before it gets you killed.” He watches Ani kick the vomit-stained fabric into the corner of the vehicle. “You and the people you love.”

Without slowing down, Courtney takes a long look back at us. “Thanks for the concern.” She looks back at the road. Ani walks carefully to the front to sit as close to her as possible. “Now where am I dropping you off?”

…

I offer to help Ani hide the vehicle under a cover of leaves and brush as best as possible while the others plan routes to the safe house and the ship. It’s not safe to travel in a big pack when Alswik could possibly have people after us. Or Insignia could have people on their way. While we work, I hear Edward pull Courtney aside, his voice low but insistent. “Listen. You are more than welcome to stay the night on my ship before you keep moving. But you breathe a word of this to Kat and I’ll have you boxed up and sent to Adenrore.”

“I just came to get Ani, Rescue. I’m not here on her orders. Or anyone’s.”

“I can’t risk you traveling with us.” He glances at the woods we’ve stopped in, halting on me for a moment. I snap my gaze back to the brush I’m pulling over the wheels. “And you shouldn’t risk it either.”

J and Vieve take the woods, Edward and Casa following the stream nearby. I offer to travel with Courtney and Ani through the overpass.

There’s still something in my system, even as the daylight fades away. I’ll probably be throwing up through the night, too. But at least the last thing I saw wasn’t the terror in Edward’s eyes. Seeing him worried like that is a fate worse than death. But it’s all I can think about as we walk over dirt and grass and rocks. All I can think about is how Imre made sure Edward was always front and center in front of him, how desperate he seemed to ignore everyone else. How badly I failed at keeping him safe.

“He’s going to get you killed,” Courtney says.

The sun has just begun to set and I can see the cabin Edward calls their safehouse emerging from the thick of the trees below us. I think of all the times Edward has been the one at my side, wrong or right or everything in between. “I’d follow him anywhere,” I whisper into the wind.

Courtney just sighs. Like that’s the response she expected. Dreaded. Something else. I don’t know what kind of history they have, I don’t know who Kat is or why neither of them seem to be working for her anymore. But I do know Edward. “And that’s why.”

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Badly Summarized WIP Poll

Tagged by @autumnalwalker!

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

Tagging @korblez @rosellemoon @calicohyde @vacantgodling @kaiusvnoir @angsty-prompt-hole @thatndginger @k--havok & also an open tag.

[astorythatwritesitself]

Past, silence, & time

PAST - answered here

SILENCE - Do you listen to music or watch anything as you write, or do you need silence?

Oh I need music/some kind of sound to write, or I will (creatively) die

TIME - Would you rather teleport your OC far into the past or far into the future?

Mmm... far into the future could be funny. Give the dragonfolk laser guns.

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

To the new ppl following me, I highly rec the following writeblrs: @magic-is-something-we-create, @zonnemaagd, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @365runesoftheamalgamations, @lockejhaven, @ls-daydreams, @liv-is, @kaiusvnoir, @klywrites, @sleepy-night-child, @poetinprose, @idreamonpaper, @repressed-and-depressed, @elizaellwrites, @apocalypsewriters, @sapphic-story, @pagesofcursive, @fiercely-raging-writer, @cryptid-s-wips, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @novel-emma, and maybe plenty more. I assure you most of them got writing content going on. :3

Just a random shout-out for these peeps for being awesome!

[whatwedointhecraft]

I just wanted to give a shoutout to some amazing people

@kalu-chan @coolfroggyfriend @insidedamienshead @radiozilla for being amazing friends who have supported me through everything and stayed in touch for years through a discord server I made

@pinkevilwriter @enchantedlandcoffee @thebejeweledwatercat @toribookworm22 @multi-lefaiye @violetcancerian @pheita @dyrewrites @midnight-blue-moon-princess @midnight-and-his-melodiverse for constantly being so supportive despite what life is throwing at us, you're always so positive. You're so sweet and you guys make my day

@garthcelyn @hxad-ovxr-hxart @jezifster @joshuaorrizonte @kaiusvnoir @lordkingsmith @thorlokibrother @theprissythumbelina @talesofsorrowandofruin @ussrootcanal @vacantgodling @wait-a-minute-lassie @waltzshouldbewriting @writingmaidenwarrior @words-after-midnight You guys are incredible, its a joy to see you grow, to see you on my dash and you make my life brighter. I'm so grateful

I would not be here without you all