#severine prompts

[snakemoltsiren]

I've been kicking this around for over a year now but I finally have a voice claim video for Severine that I'm really happy with! I learned a lot along the way but it was so much fun so I'll absolutely be doing more in the future and polishing things up more.

I spent a long time thinking about potential voices. Sev's speaking voice is distinct, with a level of raspyness and fry that carries over to her singing voice. Her accent is variable, shifting subtly or obviously depending on who she's around or what she's doing at the time. Her real accent is something that slips through when she's exhausted or has had a little too much to drink.

(Voice is Claudia Black, mostly as Vala from Stargate SG-1)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The Moon (pt. 3)

Lunicurrent - related to changes in currents that depend on the moon's phases.

Luniform - moon-shaped.

Lunula - something shaped like a crescent or half-moon; especially the pale area at the base of the fingernail.

Mooncalf - a fool, dolt, monster, or aborted fetus.

Moonglade - the bright reflection of moonlight on a body of water.

Moonraker - the top-most sails on some old sailing ships.

Novilunar - of the new moon.

Plenilunar - of the full moon.

The Moon...

Is the Earth’s only “natural” satellite.

Is moving away from the Earth.

Is 27% the size of the Earth.

Orbits the Earth every 27.32 days.

NOTES

There are 2-5 lunar eclipses yearly.

You would weigh 1/6th of your Earth weight on the Moon.

We only ever see half of the Moon at a time, even at “full moon”.

The light reflecting off the Earth and onto the Moon is called “earthshine” or “earthlight”.

In many languages, as in English, the word for “moon” is cognate with the word for “month”.

It takes the moon 29.53 days to cycle back to the same “visual” phase. This is called a “synodic month”.

A lunar calendar is a calendar based on cycles of the Moon's phases (synodic months), in contrast to solar calendars based on the solar year.

The Moon illusion is an optical illusion which causes the Moon to appear larger near the horizon than it does higher up in the sky.

Sometimes it’s possible to see the moon rabbit, or the shadowy face of the Man in the Moon created by lunar maria.

In the northern hemisphere, when the Moon is waxing, it resembles a letter “D”, and when waning a letter “C”. In the southern hemisphere this is reversed.

About 40% of the Moon is never visible from the Earth. This is referred to as the Dark Side of the Moon, even though it isn’t always dark.

Every month or so, the “old moon” sets for the last time as a sliver in the eastern sky. For about 3 days it travels invisibly alongside the sun until, magically born anew, it appears on the third day at sunset, on the western horizon. This course not only sets the moon in direct opposition to the sun, it also gives rise to various resurrection myths in which the hero spends 3 days in the underworld.

IN THE ARTS

In some myths, the lunar deity is represented as female (Greek, Chinese), while in others it is male (Mesopotamian , Germanic, Japanese).

In mythology, the moon deity is sometimes a friend, ally or consort of the sun deity, and sometimes their enemy.

In many mythical stories, a simple character mistakes the reflection of the Moon for a round cheese.

The Moon is the 18th card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot. It represents the mysterious terrain of the Shadow self, illuminated by the guiding light of the conscious.

Shakespeare calls the moon the “moist star” because it creates the tides, and also casts it as inconstant (because of its phases) and thieving (because it steals its light from the sun).

Georges Méliès shot the first science fiction film, Le Voyage dans la Lune (A Trip to the Moon) in 1902.

The Lunar Society of Birmingham, consisting of eminent 18th century intellectuals, was so named because its members met on nights with a full moon. The moonlight made their journey back home easier and safer.

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was originally titled, Sonata quasi una fantasia, and only acquired its popular name after his death.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ The Moon ⚜ Word Lists

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

“You’ve become a legend, my queen. A legend worth fighting for. A legend worth dying for.” - Gabriel Amarne (TC&TF)

[dragons-ire]

#15 Portentous

The rains rolled in the desert without much warning. Ominous black clouds rolling in out of a clear sky, a long shadow cast over the earth. The smell of petrichor in the air, and then the deluge.

Huhubici Jujubici sat at the front of his trade caravan, squinting over the chocobos heads as they pulled in to Camp Drybone. The rain washed the roads, threatened to hold up travel.

Wouldn’t do to get stranded out in the mud. Better to weather over here until it passed.

With luck, the local Brass Blades could be convinced not to inspect the cargo too closely.

His bodyguard stood with his arms folded while Huhubici jumped down to the ground. A wasn’t half a dozen 

“HEY! Watch it.” He yelled out, turning to see who it was

“Sorry!” A pair of young voices called back, waving as they ran past. A pair of elezen young enough to not have their height yet, a pale-haired one just a little taller than (his? her?) blue-haired and skinned comrade. They paused under an awning, still soaking wet from the rain to whisper to each other.

“...looks like the rain washed all the garbage clear out of the Shroud.” Grumbling, Huhubici turned up his collar and continued his hurried way towards the dingy inn for a little respite. The small party burst in the door, wringing water out of their clothes.

Just himself, his personal security detail. The drivers, the chocobos, the rest of the guards should be fine in the elements and in the wagons for now.

The only other inhabitants in the main room when his small party shuffled in were crowded around a corner table. They didn’t look up - a large Roegadyn man conferring with a shorter miqo’te woman. Another elezen - quite a few of them here today for such a small town - off to the side, watching the door without seeming to watch anyone coming through.

Huhubici deliberated for all of half a second before stomping over. 

“Are those your kids out there?” He demanded. The elezens gaze (how eyes that orange color could look so cool) shifted down to regard him.

“...were they causing you trouble?” They asked in return. “I’m deeply sorry if they were.”

“They need to watch where they’re going, or they’re going to seriously hurt someone.” Huhubici went on, folding his arms.

“I see. Again, I’m very sorry. I’ll be sure to have a word with them about being more careful.” The older elezen finished, then turned back to their drink and the conversation.

 If Huhubici hasn’t beent so miserably damp and tired, he might have been ready to demand more for the indignation. As it was, he just waited, seeing if there was more to that apology.

When nothing came, he made a small sound in the back of his throat, turning to the bodyguards. 

“Come on, let’s go.” And turned towards the long bar counter to head that way.

2019 Prompt: Wilt

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

[flos-obsessivus]

Severin and Ivory Intro!

You are the king’s loyal retainer, you were once a human turned magical being when you were trapped inside the mirror. And yes, you are that mirror, the very same mirror who is known all across the lands as all encompassing and all knowing. Luckily, when Severin, the current king, your majesty, was about 14, he was able to break the curse that befell upon you, and you were fortunate enough to retain all of the powers that you had when you were still trapped inside the mirror.

Now you follow him like a guard dog, or a lost puppy, just someone who helps Severin in his day to day life. You are actually decent in being a servant funnily enough, and Severin seems to have that same sentiment as he refuses to have other servants serve him, even in waking up, dressing up, and even during bath time. You’re the only one who does everything for him, but it didn’t bother you as much as you are basically inhuman now.

Currently, the kingdom is facing the same pain in the ass from like, a hundred years ago. Ivory, your ex-king, ex-friend, and ex-human being. He’s become a vampire after some kind of breakdown after you admitted that you liked Severins grandfather compared to him. You also did say something about liking him when he was younger because he wasn’t as crazy back then, so now he assumes the form of a child, probably to make you like him again. Weird thought process because he's still as possessive and crazy as when he was an adult, even if he shapeshifts into his younger form.

Well, anyways he’s been annoying not only you, but also Severin. He keeps sneaking in the castle to kidnap you but you always manage to avoid him before he does, and if he manages to actually kidnap you, you would just teleport away mainly due to the fact that you still had unfinished work of making Severin that cake that he wanted, which prompts a temper tantrum which causes Ivory to send out a whole monster army in anger. 

In response, there would be an all out war between Ivory and Severin which is NOT ideal when your ideal outcome is where the whole kingdom survives. You had to basically mediate between both parties where you had to essentially beg Severin to let you go with Ivory for the rest of the day so nobody would die. Also, this happens every week to the point that both the human army and the monster army would just stand in attendance and ‘fight’ for like five minutes until Ivory can get in the castle to fight Severin, by then their work is done and they go back to whatever they were doing. Severin and Ivory are also strong enough to not die but still get injured, so you had to patch both of them up while verbally abusing each other. 

You should probably propose a schedule where they can have you within a certain day or something, like how divorced parents agree on a schedule when they take their kids during specific days of the week. That would be ideal.

A/N I don't know why the fic is taking me so long when this took me like less than an hour. To be fair that one was basically Ivory's background story so... Anyways, here you go! They are officially out of jail yippieeee!!!

Also I might redesign Severin's outfit because it's not cunty enough for me.

P.s Edited the last part of the 3rd paragraph, hopefully its more understadable?

[sepublic]

Also I want to bring up that Hunter seeing through Severine as Willow is not inconsistent to him and Gus’ writing for the sake of Huntlow. It’s actually quite consistent because remember;

Hunter here is directly following after Hollow Mind. His whole life was proven to be a lie, after King said nobody wants to believe such a thing to be true. He doesn’t know who to trust, he’s inherently skeptical and looking for deception. This happens at the beginning of the episode with Gus; Despite having gotten past their initial bad start last encounter, Hunter isn’t sure if he can be open with this kid after what happened.

And he definitely knows Graye better than Gus because that’s his co-worker. He knows Graye’s tricks, he already saw one. So when Hunter is constantly questioning everything and knows Graye, he’s going to call out Graye’s bad research and characterization based on how Willow interacts around Hunter; Which IS something Hunter would know more about than Gus.

I do think part of it involves Hunter having an idealized understanding of Willow that is challenged in For the Future (more on that in a bit), but ultimately! It’s because he’s a Pessimist looking for lies, while Gus is an Optimist who wants to believe (We see this in Gus’ prior storylines with Mattholomule and Bria, the latter of whom even shows up when he’s feeling guilt over being tricked by this).

Both are needed but in the end, Pessimism concedes when Hunter admits in the climax, as the episode’s resolution, that he really benefitted from what Gus gave him. It’s like Hunter telling Luz she’s too nice, Gus is trusting. He may be an illusionist but he wears his heart on his sleeve, as a contrast to Graye and even his own motifs. It has nothing to do with Gus being stupid or not knowing Willow, him beating himself up over that is incorrect.

And as a final thing to reiterate; While the Huntlow dynamic was definitely a factor into the storyline being written that way at all, it makes sense that Hunter is the one who needs to tell Willow that she did nothing wrong in For the Future. Because Hunter is the major factor in Willow feeling useless that episode due to his angry rebuking (Which is a follow up to Flapjack’s death because of course they’ll acknowledge the grief and give Willow an arc by using that moment as setup to hers, intertwining both to fit the runtime).

This is emphasized by Willow thinking she F’ed up towards Hunter, leading her to run off, confront Boscha, and then break down. So of course Willow needs to hear it from the emotionally-broken guy she’s “failing” that she’s not the problem, it’s him. Willow has heard and prompted this from Amity plenty, and Gus has been supportive and well-adjusted this episode, so it’s Hunter’s turn to step up.

[bluebellofbakerstreet]

BluebellofBakerstreets 007 fest 2024 finish line master post

15 point art:

(I know we don't use points anymore, but it's how I'm used to organizing things.

Spot the Difference, Pub Wedding, Q in Covent Garden, Kingston

10 point art:

Big Ben, Q Paper Doll Drawings, Llewellyn Q, Strawberry Fields, Camille Montes, Eve Moneypenny, Nomi, Dalton Bond, May Day, Severine, Cleese Q, Dr No Cover

5 point art:

M&M Cat, Rebus Pictures

5 point writing:

Dr. No, or James and the Magical Island

Scavenger Hunt Fills:

#6 Design 3 outfits for a Bond character or your Station character to be worn on 3 separate occasions.

#26 You need to create an identifying image of a Bond character of your choice for one of your contacts. For reasons too dreadful to recount, your voice is temporarily shot and all pencils, pens, paper, tablets, and other traditional sketching materials are unavailable. Find a way to show the character's appearance using any other equipment (food, household materials, dirt, whatever) of your choice.

#28 Fill a prompt on the 007 Fest 2024 prompt on the Anon Prompt Exchange! I did two: here and here (prompts are listed below)

#39 It's never too early to introduce James Bond to the next generation, although some of the content is too mature. And too long. Rewrite a Bond book or movie as a children's book. If you can, record yourself reading it like a bedtime story to a child!

#41 Create a remix that's inspired by the work of somebody also participating in 007 Fest (with their permission). i.e. art to a fic, a fic of a fic, make a podfic, etc  (ex: Illustrate a scene from a different point of view) I did this twice: here and here.

#58Create and post a Bond-themed crossword.

#59 Solve someone else's Bond-themed crossword.

#64 Find the Difference  - Create an almost identical image and change a few things there (could be an edit or art). Tell us how many things have changed when you post it.

#68 Create at least 5 Bond-themed rebus puzzles

#74 Meet up with another member of Bond fandom! Take a pic to commemorate the moment. (Does not have to have identifying features in it.)

Prompt Sheet fills:

# 50 Missions in which Q will appear in different costumes, or uniform or just funny outfits!!  I'm dying to see him in a police uniform and cap, or in navy uniform, in a full suit of three layers, etc.. (or Q dressed as a steward, but not for flight of course) 50

# 57 Show us a Bond character in a different historical period. 57

Collab Table:

Llewelyn Q

Strawberry Fields

Camille Montes

Eve Moneypenny

Nomi

Dalton Bond

May Day

Severine

Cleese Q

Events:

Logan Lucky 7/1

Paddington 7/5

Layer Cake 7/15

The Martian 7/22

Game making night

Game Morning 7/27

In-person meetup 7/20

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[danpuff-ao3]

Harry/Severine. Rated: E. Words: 11,178. Female Severus Snape. Bisexual Harry Potter. Loss of virginity. Blind date. Bickering. Flirting. Tattoos. Scars. Insecurity.

Harry hasn't seen Severine Snape since the trials 7 years ago. Now, she's his date.

Written for Hogwarts Kinktober 2024 (@knot-your-mothers-mods) for bonus prompts loss of virginity + genderswap (and a smidgeon of day 1 power imbalance).

Read on AO3

[houserosaire]

Prompt #20: Duel

The taller man ought to have had the advantage of reach. Severin had cause to know he had certainly had the advantage of training. Yet he was a beat slow, sluggish, as if his head were still clouded with the previous night’s drink. Each time his opponent’s sword rang against his it was a nearer thing. And he was already bleeding from a cut on his left arm. 

If the object had been first blood the duel would have been over almost as soon as it began, but it was not. And so Severin stood and watched as the smaller of the two men fought rings around the other. The shorter man was not sluggish. He fought as if he had spent his entire life waiting for this moment. Severin was certain he had spent the better part of the last few weeks awaiting it.

His fingers tightened on the scabbard of his own sword, until the embossed leather printed itself on his palm, and Severin watched that taller man dance nearer and nearer to his own end. 

He fought like a drunkard. He fought like a laggard. He fought as if the Fury herself had abandoned him because She knew his opponent’s cause was the just one. 

That was a terrible thing to think of one’s own brother. 

But that did not make it any less true. 

Severin did not know everything of the path that had brought Alderic to this pass, but he knew enough to know that it had always been going to end something like this. None of that knowing did anything to help when he watched the smaller man feint neatly, and then drive his sword home past his brother’s diverted guard.

Severin did not look at the other man as he pulled back the blade and stepped back. He had eyes only for his little brother as Alderic looked down at his bleeding chest in surprise and then tumbled to the stone like a felled tree. Severin rushed forward to join him, dropping to his knees at his side. He reached out to close his own hands around the bloodied one his brother was pressing vainly to his chest. Alderic’s eyes turned toward him, wide with a sudden panic as if only now, far too late, he had realized his errors.

“It’s alright.” Severin lied, squeezing a hand that was already cooling in his own. 

“Messed up, didn’t I?” Alderic said, and coughed.

Severin nodded, as he had done every other time his brother said those words, but this time he could not find any words of his own to follow it with.

“It’s alright.” Alderic repeated, the yellow green of his eyes too bright as they met his, his voice soft and wheezing over the words. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Be easier for you. I was always messing up.”

“You were always my brother.” Severin said, because it was as true as Alderic’s words.

Alderic nodded, but then convulsed, body arching up, the hand in his briefly tightening until his fingers ached. He took two more rasping breaths and then stopped altogether. 

Severin didn’t let go of his hand until Athenais' smaller ones came to pry his fingers loose, heedless of both the blood that stained them and the way they shook when she closed hers around them instead.

***

A tiny hand closed around his finger. Severin had almost forgotten that a baby could be so very small. But that little hand was strong, and his youngest son’s eyes were bright despite their odd hues. He ran his thumb over every tiny finger and smiled. “He’ll be a strong boy.” He said quietly.

“He already is.” Athenais said, fondly watching the two of them. 

Severin nodded. “We’ll be careful not to spoil him too much.” He said quietly. “So he learns to be responsible, and a good man.” His wife’s hand closed over the muscles of his forearm where they had gone rigid. “We will. He will be fine, I promise.”

[avampyone]

Prompt #19: A Little Warmth

Characters: Olivia Desmarais, Ange B'londe, Charlotte Avignon, mention of Gibrillont and Severin de Rosaire (@houserosaire )

Synopsis: Olivia performs for a crowd of familiar faces and friends and is visited by the mysterious man she never thought to see again.

Setting: Ishgard, The Forgotten Knight.

Warning - Hand holding!

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Let the history of lament and chains of hatred be severed from the hearts of the people.

Irreplaceable bonds and fond memories that heal the long-standing sadness.

Even if my body were stuck by countless blades, I would never stop singing my song of hope…

--

In the growing liveliness of the crowd, Olivia stood upon a small circular stage set to the far end of the Forgotten Knight with her slender fingers strumming along her harp delicately. The woman’s long dark hair was gathered to one side in a plain white scarf, her other hand curled around the side of her instrument to keep perfectly still during her performance.

After her song ended, she offered a friendly smile and pressed her hand, gloved with a thin material and a black bow to her chest to bow politely. It all matched well with the long deep blue dress she wore that appeared nearly black in the low lighting of the tavern.

Those nearest to her proximity lifted their tankards in cheers to the entertainment tonight and drank heavily- amongst some of their poor friends already passed out drunk alongside them snoring softly against the tabletop. A few others clapped in want of an encore. Olivia decided it was time for a short rest with the intention of grabbing a drink of her own -she stepped off the stage and set her harp aside alongside her leather satchel. It was full, like she intended on traveling elsewhere after all this.

It was not long before Olivia was replaced by the next bard set to perform and the room was filled once more with jovial song that prompted many to stand to dance. Her hand curled to discretely chuckle against to see a few young men attempting this but failing after too much drink. Heading along further in the tavern, the crowd increased in size particularly near the bar – packed full of knights and a few commoners enjoying the cheerful atmosphere after their long days.

There were a few familiar faces including some she had the pleasure of making an acquaintance when she had visited in the past – de Jervaint sitting at a table alone, a newer face to the crowd- Lady Charlotte Avignon sat drinking alone and scribbling down something on a parchment paper at one corner. Young excitable Gibrillont in his eagerness for more drink.

Despite her short stature, she could distinguish a tall, formidable figure that stood out amongst the many figures crowding the bar – Severin de Rosaire‘s dark hair and striking amber eyes came into view after a few strides closer in her efforts not to be trampled by the eagerness of patrons behind her. There was a warm cheerfulness to his demeanor when he was amidst deep conversation to his company of friends though she could not make out any words in the chatter of the room.

Spotting the barkeep, she turned to push her way through to the front until her bright blue eyes caught sight of the mysterious man – one that Olivia never expected would come out. Ange’s nearly pure white hair and the gleaming red lenses of his glasses caught her eye almost immediately.

He sat alone with a bottle of vintage fine wine he brought himself and appeared to be lost deep in thought. The Sharlayan’s brows knit together as if troubled and face down cast depicting a melancholy that was quite at odds with the rest of the room.

Olivia spared no hesitation in coming to approach him and reach to take one of his leather gloved hands to wrap up in her own to hold gently in a firm grasp, giving him a small tug, “Ah, I had thought not to see you again after that night, but I am glad you made it..You are Mr B’londe, is that not so?”

As if not expecting this, Ange’s head perked up a little to feel the sudden warmth when his mouth parted with the intent to speak, but suddenly found himself bereft of any thought- It wasn’t too often that someone could make him so speechless, “You..you remember me then! I was not sure you would. But yes, I visit this lovely establishment tonight in the hopes to offer you what you desire most for your aid the other day.”

With her hand gripping his own in a tight hold, Olivia waved her free hand lightheartedly, “There is no rush for talk of business. Come, the evening is young, and I wish to dance. I fear with how many take to the floor after drinking they might end up falling over flat.” Ange jerked his head around to scope the room as if to look for someone to replace him in this – he hadn’t been expecting it.

With her soft smile and expectant look up at him in desire to dance, Ange found himself unable to refuse. His hand clenched her own ever so gently – the warmth of her hand seemed to permeate like it might strike at the coldest deepest parts of himself, “I cannot dance..but if you are willing to show me. It is true that I might fare better in comparison to those few. I have seen quite a few dances in plays.."

As it had happened so suddenly, Lady Charlotte peered back with a light tilt to her head in surprise to see Ange hand in hand with the woman he’d mentioned coming to meet earlier on, “How unusual to see him this attentive with anyone.” Not to anyone living anyway. She could only watch Olivia coax him out onto the floor to dance with her.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

SCOM Writing Notes:

Hunter's REALLY trying to keep a lid on his anxiety by using his reluctant fame to help heal the Isles.

The interview went better than expected -- and though his knee jerk "Fuck the Coven System" quote is now on shirts, tank tops, mugs, pet clothes, baby onesies, and literally everything else -- Raine (prompted by Eda) has been able to use it to raise money for Hunter and Raine's charity, Survivor's Song.

On the other hand, both Willow's due date and the Consul election is roughly 2.5 months away.

Willow seems to be better since Vee's intervention, but there's still a lot of questions about how the hybrid pregnancy is affecting her. Hunter's tried looking through Belos' notes on the first batch of grimwalkers -- but all he's found is more evidence that he was raised by someone who saw himself and the others as things to use and discard.

And of course, the Inner Circle Parole Hearings linger.

Hunter's appearance for charity both helped his cause and exposed him and Willow to another attack.

And yet? He's not heard anything from the mysterious "Golden Guard" impersonator since Severine's arrest.

So, does this mean it was Severine all along?

If so? Why?

[snakemoltsiren]

Severine Sauvageot: Literature Aesthetics

Bold what applies to your character!

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs / ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғɪxᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

tagged by: me. I'm starting it. :)

tagging: @dragons-ire @fist-and-fury-xiv @shroudandsands @ahollowgrave @the-hawkeyes @iron-sparrow @justatheo @gatheredfates @cindernet-explorer @thefreelanceangel @riftdancing - and YOU!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Worksheets: Magic & Rituals

MAGIC

The People

What are people called who practice it?

Is everyone born with it?

Through ritual or training?

Is it considered "normal"?

Is everyone born with an equal share of it?

How long does it take to acquire?

Is there a magical elite?

Does it manifest from birth?

Why do people wish to acquire it?

Does it change in any way depending on…

Age?

Race?

Or gender?

Mechanics

How is it summoned?

Does it require additional resources?

Are there limits to its use?

Why is it necessary to the world?

What is its source?

What are the consequences of using it?

Is there a limited amount of it in the world?

Are there dangers to using it?

Does it change according to location?

What is it called?

What does it make easier?

What does it make more difficult?

The World

Has it always been in the world?

What events led to its discovery?

What lore has grown up around its use?

Why is it considered magical?

Is it "good" or "evil" or both?

Are there institutions that regulate its use?

What objects or symbols are associated with it?

Does it have a spiritual aspect?

How does it shift the balance of power?

How does it influence politics?

How does it influence human relationships?

How does it influence the environment?

RITES & RITUALS

Rite—a ceremonial act or action Ritual—the established form for a ceremony

Name of rite or ritual:

What transition does this rite or ritual mark?

Is it difficult or painful?

Who undergoes the transformation?

Is the rite or ritual mandatory?

What is the nature of this rite or ritual?

Is it public or private?

Is it dangerous?

Does it involve a sacrifice?

Is there a prize?

What happens if it succeeds?

What happens if it fails?

Who officiates?

Where does it take place?

How long does it last?

Is there a formal ceremony?

Does it change the individual's status in society?

Is it possible to distinguish those who have passed?

Source ⚜ More: On Fantasy Writing References: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding

[vanmarkham]

character voice tag

tagged by @foxboyclit and my dialogue is "i am not what you wanted"

i got a teensy bit wordy w the action hmmm but lol still posting it, thank you for the tag!!

Rules: Rewrite a line of dialogue from the person who tagged you in the voice of your OCs! (You can include a beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Gideon: His voice is tight when he speaks, shaping his words carefully, not quite meeting their gaze. “We will never see eye to eye, I… I would sooner die than revoke my oath to the Chantry. You must accept this if we are to carry on. You can’t keep waiting for me to change.”

Grant: His laugh is a huff of exasperation, hand pulling through the strands of his dark, messy hair. “Maker, what do you want from me? I’m not your blasted savior, your revolutionary. I’m just trying to fucking survive.”

Cyril: There was a time the Queen looked at him with admiration, he’d even go so far as to say desire. All he sees now is hate and contempt. Cyril rises to his full height, a towering presence of horns and wings and the warped power of the Abyss. “I hope you enjoyed murdering my troops while you sent me on that wild goose chase, your Majesty. Drezen no longer requires your aid, you shall either leave of your own accord or the Balors will escort you.” His expression is schooled as coolly as hers but he can’t help the twinge of regret when met with the strength of her ire. It’s a distant thing.

Severin: “Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before, Mother Dearest. I’ll never lure a man with my feminine wiles if I spend half my time gallivanting about as a man. What was it Lord Daveth said? ‘Sev’s a right lad, can drink you under the table with the best of them, but I need a wife.’” Her voice is mocking, deep and low in the best impression of the Lord they can make while slumped gracelessly on a couch, wine sloshing in their glass with each drunken gesture. Stings less like that.

i tag @lords-of-fortune and @amatres anddd @space-writes with a good ol' angsty "i'm sorry" as your dialogue prompt

[ahollowgrave]

🎵

Joseph - Good Luck, Kid.

This is a song that routinely makes it's way onto almost all my character playlists, truthfully. (It's the titular track of my Curse of Strahd character's playlist, for instance!) But I find it very fitting for Odette given her role.

The youngest of her sisters, Odette has taken on a role for her convent that has long been empty. That of Nun Errant.

(Which isn't a thing in real life, but I needed a reason for a nun to be away from her convent and I use the word 'nun' to mean, literally: a woman who vows to dedicate her life to religious service and contemplation.) (I forcibly stop myself from rambling.)

Oh, you thought you'd know the way but now you don't Oh, you thought you'd have the answers when you'd grown

Like a lot of kids, a younger Odette thought she would simply know things as she reached adulthood. This not being the case sort of through her for a loop.

They handed you the keys The driver's seat is yours now There's nothing left to lean on You're the queen from here on out No time for doubt Good luck, kid

Back to Odette's role: Her job is to wander, spread Menphina's teachings and light. She also believes her grave-cleric duties are part of these, how neatly packaged! This role hasn't been filled in some time and it was always the hope that she would take it. And, simple thing that she is, Odette readily agreed without truly thinking it through! It felt right and so she did it. And now after a very sheltered childhood she is thrust back out into the star's populace. It is a daunting thing! There are so many rules she does not know! It is just her, none of her sisters can join! She is in charge! She has never been in charge!!

Good luck, kid. This song is also a very special one on Odette's playlist because my friend Severine performed it at the Bel Canto's Standing Room Only for Odette!! It was such a shock to me, I fully screamed!

Thank you for the ask, @yloiseconeillants !!

[ Prompt ]

[ffxivtribehydrae]

#4 Off The Hook

For FFxIvWrite2023 Characters: Dubus, Auro'usk, Khu Note: This story sits inbetween Gelid and Quest Accepted

”Turn back or we throw you lot off into the chasm!”

“We have the -right- to enter! It’s a fucking blizzard out there! We will freeze to death!”

The temple knight and Dubus were both screaming at the top of their lungs. They had to if they wanted to be heard over the howling winds passing between the stone walls. It had been a rough journey just to reach the Gates of Judgment; of course the tall Xaela was upset when they weren’t allowed to enter. Aggressive flails with hands and arms were given towards the guard who stood his ground proudly. The meek voice of Auro’usk’s trying to prevent the eldest from angering the guards too much was drowned out so quickly he might as not have said anything. Khu merely watched uneasily, preparing for worse to come to worst.

“The Fury will see none of your kin beyond these walls!”

“D’Aumont! Ask them! We are here to see the Goddess-damned house Lord!”

It was the first time Dubus was designated to enter the city without the company of an Ishgardian. His presence alone inside the walls was not popular and a point of gossip already and him trying to bring his brothers in as well did not help his situation.

“Seize them!”  

“No! Don’t you -dare- touch us! D’Aumont asked for us!”

Khu was quick to grab Auro’usk by the shoulders to back away, but his urging words for Dubus to follow suit was lost to the echoing winds. The eldest did not back off, but he did not so easily accept an arrest. He’d shove the guards who closed in on him, keep yelling angrily about their right to enter the city. Eventually weapons were drawn towards him, but Dubus knew he’d never make it in even under the nobleman’s request if he brandished his own.

“Heretics, the lot of you…” the temple knight murmured as the leader in the small group was brought under their control, “Don’t let the other two escape!” he ordered, prompting another bout of angry yelling from Dubus.

“Pray you faithful knights of Her Fury let go of my Lord Severin d’Aumont’s esteemed and much anticipated guests.”

The stranger voice caused the escalating scene to skid to a halt. All turned to the elderly Elezen man, snowcloaked robes suggested he’d had a rough journey across the Steps of Faith just to reach these presumed guests.

“Thank the Goddess- Bernadin! Talk some sense into these stuck up tin cans so we can get out of this cold!”

As the butler swiftly explained the situation and the contract his Lord had with the Au ra group, Dubus was soon reluctantly let go off and his brother’s no longer under the same threat.

Dubus would need to have a good long chat about this border control to Severin once he met the nobleman again.