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[innocentlymacabre]

THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

STATUS: querying

GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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picture credits: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[transman-badass]

Daily sip 4/8 (bubble)

I don't normally do posts like this but oh. Ohhhhhohohohoho. This was too good to pass up.

From Lock the Last Door (CW: mentions of period typical sexism and misgendering):

I made it halfway up the porch steps before I saw it. Them, really, a thick little pile stacked up and glimmering in the moonlight. I paused, my bad hand shaking from how hard it clenched. Soap bubbles, I thought, iridescent and wet, right in front of the door. Like a child played there before coming in at their mother’s call, leaving only memories and residue behind. This was a business trip I was on. When that lady entered Keller and Queen’s, frantic to find her runaway son, my boss thrust the case onto me. He’d been giddy with relief, babbling about how this job would be easy, how all it needed was ‘a woman’s understanding’. The poor woman didn’t get it, even after I opened my mouth to interview her. Through the door, I saw Carmine struggling not to laugh at her desk as our boss made a fool of himself, her sweet face twisted with amusement. Yeah, there are two people in the whole city who never fail to treat me as a man. Carmine’s one of them. Looking at those soap bubbles, listening to that music floating through the air, something in me ached. What I would've done to have her with me. Carmine and I are a hell of a team. You get used to having a partner on jobs, and when they’re gone, it’s like you’ve lost a limb. But she needed sleep. And frankly, so did I. I looked closer at the bubbles. They didn’t move in the breeze, oil slick rainbows shimmering on every one. Did the kid make that mess? At fifteen he seemed a little old to play that kind of game. Maybe there were other kids with him. The thought made me grimace, pinch the bridge of my nose with my good hand. Fantastic, I thought. Just what I needed, a bunch of rowdy little bastards to try and send home. I shook my head, stepped forward and grabbed for the door knob. The bubbles cracked under my boot like a hundred tiny bones.

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[sipofsnips]

Psi Yaild /14

̷̬̆ ̵̫͐ ̷̜̑ ̵̬́ ̵̣̕•̵͎̔ ̵̝̀Ý̸͉ō̷̼ú̶̹ ̴̞͝c̸̦̃a̴̢͐n̷̡̄ ̵̼̈́r̷̖̊e̷̩͊b̵̻͂l̷̜̈́o̶̳͂g̸͎̽ ̸̛ͅt̷̟͝h̷͉̽i̷̦̔s̴̻̚ ̷̩͋p̴͍̉ȏ̸̠s̶̙̒t̷̫̓.̶̜̂ ̷̦̄ ̵̜̄ ̸̟͂ ̶̞̍ ̶̳̽•̴̋ͅ ̵͈̅Ỹ̴̪ō̵̠ṳ̵̅ ̵̘̈c̷̭͝a̴̲̕n̵͙̕ ̸̧̈́m̷̖͝a̸̮͊k̷̗̑ẽ̷̜ ̷̧̏y̶͖͊o̴̟͋ṳ̸̓r̶̩͒ ̸̫̒o̵̲̚w̵̘̋n̷̺̄ ̷̲̄ṗ̶̝ȏ̶͔ś̷̨t̵͖̒.̶̼͛ ̵̗͂ ̸̞̚ ̷̭̏ ̴͓̇ ̶̻͂•̷̞͆ ̷̞͝Y̶̪͠o̴̘͌ũ̶̗ ̸̞̈́r̷̘͊e̷̻͝b̸̙͒l̷̺̉ǒ̵̥g̷͕͝ ̵̗̈s̶̹̾ợ̶m̵̼͂e̵̩͑o̵͉͘n̵̠͒ę̶͐ ̸̣͊ę̶͗l̶̝͝ś̴̞ẽ̴̗'̴͎͛s̵͕̈́ ̸̨̍s̴̯̊ń̴̮í̶̪p̷̢̕!̴̦̍ ̶̗̈J̶̪͐u̸̻͂s̴̜̋t̷̩̑ ̴͈̈t̷̜̾ą̴͘g̴̘̀ ̴̤̎î̴̭t̷̻͛ ̸͘͜s̷̼̔i̸̍͜p̷͈̈́ò̵̟f̶̼̌s̵̟͆n̴̩͠ḯ̸̫p̸͎̿s̶͕̓ ̵͔̊s̸͖̃o̴͕͒ ̶͚̎e̸̯̍v̷̥̂é̷̺r̶̩̿ÿ̸̺́ȏ̵̜ñ̵̠ë̴̩́ ̶͚͝c̵͖̽a̸̯̐n̴̹͋ ̴̞͛f̷̢͆ǐ̴͔n̸̹͠d̸̟̊ ̵͈̑e̶̯̾å̷̡c̴̬̽h̶̲͌ ̸̹͛ô̸͎t̸͔͒h̷̝͗e̵̦͒r̷̼͛.̷̧̌ ̸̺́^̴̧͛.̴̥̾-̶̬̒

[writingrosesonneptune]

Sip of Snips 1/18 - Neck

Longer snip from one of Esolie's early chapters in Until Then.

Content Warning for Child Death and Funerals

The next time Esolie saw the pendant, it was hanging on a longer ribbon around the Queen's neck. She and other members of the court surrounded Isábel's coffin in the main hall while a priest chanted overhead.

Stunted winter berries and sprigs of evergreen were all the mourners could scrounge for her funeral. Only the bakers had provided a significant offering in the form of a twisting tower that stood among the wreaths. Steam ceased rising from the bread almost as soon as they carried it into the hall; it was long cold by now.

"This sad affair is unbefitting a princess," Esolie's father mumbled as he locked eyes with another courtier. "If my daughter's wedding was half this meager, I'd never recover enough to meet my eye in the looking glass. Can any among us imagine sending our children to the earth as though they were paupers? Giuliana will be on the warpath."

It wasn't just the lack of roses and fruit that made this funeral different than those of Isá's brother and their father a few months earlier.

Esolie couldn't bring herself to believe her friend was gone. She kept expecting Isá to emerge from behind a long banner, giggling wickedly at the great upset she had caused. It seemed she was still waiting upstairs in her chamber or hiding in the garden, eager for another game, another trip to the stables, another endless round of questions that left Esolie exhausted and annoyed.

Was she really lying eternally silent in that stone box, draped under the banner of her family? Did she feel trapped under that image of snarling badgers that had always frightened her with their teeth and claws ready at the other's eyes?

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 9/28: save

“You think you’re saving me. You can’t save me like this.”

The Queen of Lies

[avaseofpeonies]

Daily Sip from @sipofsnips

10/17: unkempt

An unwelcome feeling began to rise in his chest, and he scowled. While he must admit that she was very beautiful, unkempt though she was just now, beautiful spies were not at all uncommon.

He hadn't expected this particular danger.

Salvage, V1Ch17

Salvage WIP Intro

[megarywrites]

sipofsnips 4.18 word - wise

(found this blog yesterday and figured i'd start joining in occasionally)

wise | The Unforgiving Sea, Part III: Ripple, Ch3 "Gentle Sin"

Once I reached her, I wrapped her up in the blanket and my embrace, resting my chin on her shoulder as I looked out of the window she had made.  A thin strip of gilded light rent the sky from the sea, painting the indigo clouds and the sky behind them in vibrant hues of raspberry and apricot and setting the sea aglitter as the waves brought the colorful reflection to the shore. Her hands found mine beneath the blanket, latching onto them as she tilted her head, leaning it against mine. As the sun crested the horizon, the colors continued to bloom, blending together as they chased the stars away. A few fishing vessels were bobbing in the ocean, their shadows stretching across the waves as the fishermen caught their wares for the day.  Solera hummed, and I could hear the smile in the contented sound. I dislodged my chin from her shoulder, nestling my face and planting a kiss there instead. “We should probably head downstairs soon, shouldn’t we?” I asked, my eyes flicking up to her profile.  “It would probably be the wise thing to do.” I straightened up, intent on heading back to bundle up our bedding, but she didn’t release my hand. “I don’t want to, though,” she admitted softly.  I settled back around her, resting my chin on her shoulder again, and looked up at her as her thumb lightly stroked the back of my hand. “Me neither.”  She sighed heavily as she reached out from beneath the blanket to close the window, encasing us in the stained glass once more. I looked up and around the little tower room. The muted mottle of colors from the night had transformed as the sunlight seeped into the room, casting patches of myriad colors across the floor as Solera led the way back to our makeshift bed. 

[bluberimufim]

Sip of Snips - "edge"

Have I posted this particular snip before? Yes. And you're gonna see it again. Because this is my favourite scene in this WIP. From chapter 25 of "Black and White":

He was constantly haunted by images that took the place of ghosts. He saw the man in black and white. He saw Alphonse's body, eyes closed, as calm as if he were sleeping, making his red hair stand out like blood. He saw that form that had once been his son and no longer was. But the vision that tormented him the most was that of his grave. He couldn't seem to forget the letters of his name etched into the stone, just as they were etched into his mind, with sharp and precise edges, still not weathered by time. He never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime. He never thought he'd see his son's name on that stone, the name he and Lucille had picked out with all the love and care in the world. He never thought that name would ever be used in this way. And that was one of the things that bothered him the most, besides his guilt: how wrong it all was.

I love this scene. I remember writing it and being on the verge of tears. It do be like that sometimes 😎

[rhyaxxyn]

2/22 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 | 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄

He felt like a five course meal to her.

“Jzola bog,” she hissed. Her helmet slid down. It was the skull of the beasts which attacked them at the temple.

She swung, their blades screaming against one another. They were separate for an instant before she kicked and Quinn stumbled back. He caught himself on the elevator door, one half of his body hanging over the ledge. A thousands moans erupted from the elevator shaft, so wild and intense that they matched that of a hundred screams, a hundred war cries.

Grunting, Quinn pulled himself back in. His blade shrunk into a small dagger. Their proximity shrunk, and he began trading hits with her, each of their blades just narrowly dodging the other’s throat, their arms, their eyes.

By the time he finally got a glimpse of Heather he was panting, and her eyes were blazing, seeking him too.

The moment slowed.

He had to get to her. He had to.

A blade sought Heather.

[innocentlymacabre]

There's a saying some people have about things that glitter.

[ittorule34]

I love how nay giggers are getting mad for your tags

I don’t think you should call them that

But yes it’s very funny I love it too

[sipofsnips]

Daily Sip 1/13

You can reblog this post.

You can make your own post.

You reblog someone else's snip!

Just tag it sipofsnips so everyone can find each other. ^.-

[writingrosesonneptune]

Sip of Snips 02/20 - Glance

Check out this week's words here! 👈

This one is from one of Han's chapters in PQ/Rain Summoner

Under a cut for some slightly freaky imagery (of the body horror variety)

Just beneath the collar of Dol's robe, a slight motion caught Han's eye. At first glance, he thought a thin snake or a mouse had somehow crawled up the lord's chest and been allowed to stay there, but what actually pierced through the fine weave chilled Han to the bone.

A series of needle-thin thorns punctured their way into the open air as the vine rippled higher, peeking from the top brass hook of Dol's collar.

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 10/20: ajar

The broken schoolhouse door slammed, jolting ajar and swaying in the draught.

hey this moment is gonna be important not in the next chapter of The Queen of Lies, but in the next next chapter. ok bye

[avaseofpeonies]

Word of the day from Sip of Snips:

7/27: Precious

From Salvage, V1Ch21:

“There are things you may not know, that may not be mine to tell-”

“Yes, yes,” Kelvaran retorted. “She's a precious mystery to be revealed by no one. Do you have a point?”

[hyba]

Sipofsnips: 'Grey' / The Qarran Tales

Today's prompt from @sipofsnips is a fun one for me because it's the name of one of my characters! Which means I have so much to choose from!!!

Grey is one of the main characters of my fantasy series, The Qarran Tales. Here's a snippet featuring Grey doing some quick thinking on his feet to save Mila from a ruffian.

Grey took a step forward, his grasp tight around the hilt of his sword. "I wouldn't do that," he said. "I told you I didn't care much for that man, but the same can't be said of the girl. I can't allow you to hurt her." "What's this, then?" the axe-wielder asked, chuckling. "You like her? Are you trying to save your lady love, boy?" Grey snorted. "Don't be foolish," he said. "That girl is more important than that. You don't know who you're threatening to kill, do you? She's too valuable." He was pulling words out of thin air, and his performance skills were absolutely terrible, but as long as it made the man hesitate, he didn't care. "Is that so?" the man asked, and his eyes glistened at the prospect of something valuable. He lowered the axe slightly. "Who is she?" "Don't you know?" Grey asked, faking incredulity. What's taking Ragnar so long? "I thought that was why you and your men attacked us."

More info: >> The Qarran Tales project page >> Mila OC intro post