Crown Of Blood (unofficial Title)

Crown of Blood (unofficial title)

WIP Intro

Genre: Dark Fantasy, Suspense, Political Intrigue

POV: First person

Warnings: Blood, violence, death

Setting: Pseudo-Medieval European and Japanese fusion fantasy kingdom

Summary: Kairi never considered what would happen when she died. She always figured she’d find out when the time came. She never realized that time would come so soon. After a freak car accident, she wakes up not only in a life not her own, but in one that is all too familiar. 

She finds herself in the world of the last book she read as none other than the main antagonist, the dreaded Princess Adrasteia. Now, Kairi must scramble to not only survive a new and dangerous life filled with more enemies than allies, but to change the course of her own ending. But nothing-and no one- are as they originally appeared, especially compared to what Kairi remembers from the novel. And as for Adrasteia… it seems she isn’t as “gone” as Kairi might have thought.

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Oh my god I totally missed this! Okay, for this one I'll be using Asteria Heights. This technically counts as information on two characters, but they're such a duo that I kind of think of them as a single unit, anyway. Think of it as a fun little double-feature!

Aven is the only person outside of her family that can pronounce Meg's real name (Megumi) 100% correctly, accent and all. Since they've been friends since they were toddlers, he was young enough to be able to learn it. Her name is the only Japanese name/word he can pronounce, though.

I don't know if this will ever be referenced. Maybe, if he pulls the full name card when he's mad at her or something, but I haven't made any plans for it. So far, this is just a tidbit that lives in my head. :)

Blorbo Blursday #5

What’s the most obscure information you have on your character? Will it ever be referenced within their story or does this tidbit just live in your head/on a side document?

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Is a Ten, But... Tag Game

Thanks so much @athenswrites for the tag! This should be fun, lol. I really couldn't decide what WIP to use! But since I mostly do Asteria Heights and Crown of Blood, I figure I'd try introducing a WIP I haven't talked about before. So I'll be using the Traveling Bards!

Rules: List your OCs as “tens but” to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters

Luna: Is a ten, but would kill a man for a good bagel, and probably has. Currently has several felony charges and a bounty on her head.

Iris: Is a ten, but has been accused of stabbing a man 3 years ago in the back of a tavern over an illegal tome of arcane magic.

Claire: Is a ten, but has committed several acts of treason and would do it again for the right price. Also has an extensive collection of dried plants and animal parts in her bottomless satchel.

Felix: Is a ten, but has no almost concept of morality and absolutely no respect for anyone besides his sisters. Has calculated 83 separate ways to take over the kingdom without military resistance.

Bonus: Side Characters

Leopold: Is a ten, but doesn't understand the concept of poverty.

Genevieve: Is a ten, but is so unaware of it it's actually suspicious.

This is fun! I'd love to do it again. (Gently) tagging: @nemaliwrites, @amaiguri, @theunboundwriter, @aalinaaaaaa

WIP List Game

Thanks so much @nemaliwrites for the tag! Y'all please don't judge me, I have folders for some individual WIPs where I put a million scraps into, meanwhile some of my other WIPs don't even have their own dedicated doc... I'm a scatted mess and I need to start cutting WIPs I swear (also most of these names are UNOFFICIAL)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Asteria Heights

Beyond the Mirror

The Blackwoods

Creatures/Amity Hall

Crown of Blood

Empire

The Institute

Cell Block Tango

Oasis

Traveling Bards

Katsuko Gaiden

Ukiyo/Hyakki Yagyo

Teddy and Finn

There's actually more, but those are the only ones that even have working titles/separate documents dedicated to them (I have a doc of just scraps of story ideas).

God I don't even think I follow this many writeblrs 😭, but I'll give it a shot. Gently tagging: @anoelleart, @paintedbutton, @amaiguri, @theunboundwriter, @fayeiswriting, @da-na-hae, @justnerdy15, @desastreus, @disastardly, @thepitflower, @cypriathus, @olive-riggzey, @mysticstarlightduck

Find The Vibe Tag Game

Post a snippet that matches the previous vibe

@koala2all tagged me in this snippet and since there's plenty of both fancy parties and annyoing nobles in Worthy of a King, I thought of a younger Aneiric and Bran escaping a particular one in this backstory bit:

Aneiric could never quite tell whether Bran liked or hated feast nights. It was the height of summer, the air warm and heady even inside the castle walls. Flowers had been strewn everywhere. Aneiric had enjoyed it, for a lot of the night, but even he was tiring at this point. That, and he’d almost entirely forgotten what exactly they were celebrating. An engagement? Hopefully not his own, or this would have a dreadfully embarrassing aftermath. He turned towards Bran, who had been a silent presence at his shoulder for most of the night. The captain looked at him, head cocked in askance, eyebrows raised. He’d slicked his hair back, something that didn’t suit him at all. Aneiric wanted to run his hands through it, mess it up, but he knew better than to follow those urges.

“I want to go,” he said instead. He thought Bran smiled before he turned and led the way out of the room.

*

He wasn’t sure why they ended up in the throne room. Moonlight was refracting through the stained glass windows, the only light in the room at all. It was quiet, peaceful. Aneiric planted himself on the throne and looked up.

“This feels wrong,” he declared to the room at large.

Bran chuckled in response. “It does fit your mother better.”

Aneiric agreed, but he still took the opportunity to pout. “Traitor.”

Bran walked until he stood in front of the throne. When Aneiric looked up at him, he couldn’t quite stop himself from swallowing. The shadows did a lot of things to Bran he’d rather not examine with the man right there, standing so close to him.

“Let your mother rule, my prince. It’ll fit you eventually.”

“What? The throne?” Bran nodded. “What if I don’t want it?”

Bran cocked his head. Aneiric couldn’t quite see the expression on his face, it was too dark for that, but he knew him well enough that he could guess at it. “You will be king eventually.”

“I am hoping for a change of mind when I’m old.” He said it with a levity the topic didn’t make him feel. Mostly, he didn’t think about it at all. When he did, all it did was make him sick. Even the thought of the responsibility was crushing.

Bran seemed to sense some of those thoughts. “Old?” he asked lightly, “Like me?”

Aneiric chuckled, leaning back. “You’re not old,” he said.

“You certainly used to think so.” Used to, yes. When he was but a child. Before the crush that ended in a kiss he’d rather forget had ever happened and blood staining Bran’s shoulder.

He stood abruptly. Bran moved back to allow him the space with practiced grace. “Don’t hold that against me.” He knew the smile on his face carried in his voice. “Some would say you’re a man in your prime.”

“Some?”

He was treading dangerous ground. He didn’t know why Bran was treading it with him. “Don’t pretend you don’t see the looks. You could dance with one or two of them, at least.”

In the darkness, Bran’s shadow shifted. It wasn’t exactly defensive, but it certainly was more held-back than it had been a moment before. “I’m on duty. And no.”

“Oh come on, you can dance.”

“I can’t.”

The thought was irresistible. Aneiric stepped forward before he could stop himself. “You’ve definitely been taught,” he declared. He was close enough now to feel the air of Bran’s discomfort.

“I have,” he answered, haltingly, “I wasn’t good at it.”

“It’s only footwork. Here, give me your hand.”

“Aneiric.” His name suddenly sounded dangerous. Aneiric wasn’t certain what he was doing. He’d been so good ever since the incident. He’d sworn to himself he would never push Bran away again, and here he was, doing … Well, he didn’t know what.

“Please?” It was too late. He couldn’t quite keep the wheedle out of his voice. Bran sighed, and a moment later a gloved hand was laid into his.

Aneiric led them through a simple few steps. Say what he wanted, Bran knew how to follow. “It is easier with music. But.” He pulled Bran closer before pushing him in the opposite direction. When he proved graceful enough, Aneiric quickened his own steps. By the end of it, Bran was stumbling and Aneiric couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling from his lips. He stopped abruptly, bringing Bran to a graceless halt before him.

“Oh, you are bad,” he said between hiccupping laughs.

“I did tell you.” He didn’t sound sour at the laughter. In fact, he almost sounded distant.

Aneiric calmed himself enough to look up. They’d stopped close to the window, moonlight casting coloured shadow across Bran’s face. He’d never seen the expression that was on it before – wide-eyed and almost devastated. He couldn’t begin to guess at its meaning.

“Are you alright?” he asked tentatively, when Bran didn’t say anymore. Bran blinked and his expression changed, smoothing out into something that was supposed to be calm. It wasn’t. His eyes still looked terrified.

“Fine. Are we done making fun of me?”

“I’d never make fun of you. But yes. Think it’s safe to go back to my chambers without being dragged back out into the hall?”

Bran thought for a moment. “I’d say so.”

“You won’t let them take me?” It was supposed to be a jest, something silly to lighten the mood that had suddenly turned so heavy.

Bran, however, had nothing but conviction in him. “I won’t. My prince.”

Aneiric shivered.

Gently tagging @anyablackwood, @charlesjosephwrites and whoever else wants to do this - I am curious what vibe you all got from this :)

for the WIP game, Cell Block Tango!! 👀

Thanks for the ask! And I suppose that one's got the most intriguing title, doesn't it? Lol.

Cell Block Tango is a dark comedy about four roommates, all of whom are criminals of some kind (a drug dealer, an embezzler, a hacker/blackmailer, and a serial killer). The focus is on Madeleine, the baby-faced, wholesome-looking, cheerful serial killer. She kills so many people that the Grim Reaper himself comes and confronts her. When that doesn't work, he teams up with the detective on her case to try and prove that she's the killer (no one but Madeleine, her roommates, and the detective can see the grim reaper, which is why he doesn't count as evidence).

What ensues is a game of cat-and-mouse (and Madeleine rubbing the fact that they can't prove her connection to the crimes in their faces), as well as her and her roommates getting into one illegal shenanigan after another.

I haven't really written much for it yet, but here's the gist of it! I'm thinking of turning this one into a comic with one of my friends, actually, since this kind of story line leans more towards that kind of medium, I think.

Thanks again for the ask!