1. What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?
2. What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?
3. What loves do you tend to write about? Agape (unconditional, spiritual love), Eros (romantic, passionate love), Philia (affectionate, platonic love), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familial love), Pragma (enduring love like between long-married couples), Ludus (playful love, infatuation you feel during the “honeymoon period”), and Mania (obsessive love that leads to madness and jealousy)
4. In your works, is blood thicker than water or is the blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb? (Are familial ties or friendship ties more important?)
5. Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?
6. What point of view do you tend to write in? Do all of your pieces use the same POV? Do you have strong opinions on the POV used in novels?
7. Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)
8. Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)
9. What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?
10. What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?
11. Set the scene for us. What are your settings like and do you have any pictures saved that represent them? Do your characters travel and see more than one? What are their names?
12. What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?
13. What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?
14. If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?
15. Why physical quirks do your characters tend to have? Eyebrow raising, picking nails, biting lips, pacing, crossing arms, etc.
16. What motives do you give your original characters? What drives them? How much tragedy did you subject them to?
17. Are your protagonists always the “good guys” and your antagonists always the “bad guys” or do you like to do anti-heroes and grey morality?
18. What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?
19. “For fans of ______!” What works would you say are similar to yours?
20. If you were published and had complete control over your covers, what would it look like? Do you have any specific artists that you’d like to illustrate it? Do you like when characters are pictured on covers or do you prefer inanimate objects?
21. How do you come up with titles? Do you use placeholders or tend to change your titles while writing the first draft?
22. How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they?
23. Do your prefer reading series or standalone novels and does that reflect on how you write?
24. Do you let your story evolve as you write or do you meticulously plan everything prior to writing the first draft?
25. Do you start your novels with dialogue or description? Do you end your novels with dialogue or description?
26. What do you feel like you need to work on as a growing writer? How can you improve?
27. Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?
28. Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to?
29. How do you share your writing? Do you use any writing websites and, if so, share your profiles!
30. What is some of the best writing advice you’ve read or received? Why does it work for you?

• you bet your ass that Dantalion wasn't allowed in her chambers for months

"Titani—"

"no"

"Can we ple—"

"no"

• Suprisingly or not suprisingly, Titania and Illysandre get on like a house on fire. They're good friends even if there are days where Titania acts very coldly towards her
• They have tea or a picnic together almost every week. Dantalion's not invited
• The day Dantalion and Titania reconciled the entire palace breathed a huge sigh of relief because their king can finally stop moping
• anyway enough about them because what we're really here for are soft vi aetier sibling moments
• Fenice absolutely loathed Charles when he was born —no shock there— though a lot of that was because she thought she would be replaced. That her father (and even to some extent, her mother) would not love her anymore noe that he has another child
• (the loathing will eventually go away, but this fear of losing Dantalion's love never does)
• (Dantalion promises to spend the rest of his life proving to Fenice that he will never not love her)
• Opposite to Fenice, baby Charles adores his older sister. He's always reaching for her, calling for her, tugging her hair, her hand, and just generally trying to get her attention whenever, however.
• He even goes through a phase a little later in childhood where he insists on copying his sister in everything— much to Fenice's never ending frustration
• little Charles could never get Fenice's name right and just ends up calling her "Fi" (pronounced fee)
• a nickname that persisted even into adulthood
• little Fenice doesn't ignore charles alot (bc that would be rude and her governess is a stickler for manners) but when they do talk, she speaks to him with the gravity of a 40 year old duchess which Charles thinks is both silly and flattering because it makes him feel like a grown up

"Your a prince, and I'm a princess, and that means we're important people. One of the most important people, actually. So, Charles, it's important that we speak peoples' names correctly so they don't get offended."

*nods*

"Ok. Repeat after me: Feh-"

"Feh."

"-neece"

"neece."

"Fenice"

"Fi!"

"No. Fenice. Fe-nice."

"Fifi?"

"...this is why i don't like you"

❝He spoke the same as a seed that rots before it’s sown. His heart reached moonlight without any flesh to cover it. They say he never tells a lie. 

Vale knew it was the fate of all stars to be laid bare before the Goddess. To shed themselves of their ruined shell, immortalized still, but beautiful. Asenri had fallen half-formed.❞ 

A new star appeared when the Empress died. That same star fell when Prince Imperial Asenri Estelle de Angelos was born. A bastard son who presented the Scions’ blue in only a single eye. He was nonetheless declared sole heir of the Holy Empire of Angelos.

Whether Asenri be the latest in a bloodline of divine heroes, or a walking harbinger of ruin, it was only the beginning of Vale’s woes. Accoladed as the Knight Imperial, the personal protector of the heir, his life is second to Asenri’s and Asenri’s alone. However, his liege has developed a concupiscent hobby of seducing and dismissing his Knights out of sheer boredom.

The two inevitably find themselves at odds, but their quarreling is soon halted by the long-expected death of the Emperor. By divine providence, Asenri must now embark on the treacherous Scions’ Campaign if he wishes to claim his throne, requiring him to retrieve a dragon’s tear from the terror-filled Blightlands.

Then comes word that he’s sacked a village and left no survivors. Then, that he’s betrayed vassals already loyal to the Crown. The only problem is, Asenri’s been nowhere near them. An imposter with his face now attempts to turn the Empire against him, and both Asenri and Vale must learn to find faith in each other as the world they once knew begins to crumble around them.

Vauquelin (Vale) ✦ Hailing from the southern Kingdom of Esprit, Vale was recently accoladed as Asenri’s twenty-second Knight Imperial. A man a few words, but seemingly endless contempt. 

Asenri Estelle de Angelos ✦ The Emperor’s only grandchild and Prince Imperial of Angelos. Beautiful and polite, yet artfully obscene, he will let nothing stop him from claiming his birthright. 

genre ✦ historical, high fantasy, adult, adventure, romance, lgbt+

themes & tropes ✦  mirroring, morality, autonomy, disguise, intimacy, revenge, humanity, hunger, militarism, destiny, sacrifice, cruel gods, grief & loss, rebirth, longing

status ✦ first draft, 30.7k/95k 

    Illysandre always knew that there were sides of her husband that she rarely if ever saw. Sides more visceral, more raw, more real, than any of the soft smiles and courteous greeting he gave her. Sides that burn majestic fires, of passion incarnate, that speak phrases and epithets that great poets would allude to for centuries to come. Before she married her husband, she, like so many others, knew of him as one half of a great love. Half divine in Areia’s eyes. A mortal who would love once and no longer.

In the past present (present past? Last iteration? Previous cycles) the bathing portion of the Period of Solitude had always brought her some measure of peace. A place to cleanse the mind of the past. A place to think. A way to commune with Dessia about her purpose in the grand scheme of things.   

(You’re lying to yourself again. You always seem to lie to yourself these days. The real reason you are here is not some obligation to a ceremony or to speak with a goddess that answers in silence and echoes. It is  to wash your hands of yourself. To absolve yourself of your failure and your sins in hopes that you come away new. )

 (It doesn’t work because you no longer believe it works.)

The basket is placed before me, the scent of its contents far too potent to mistake. The wicker creaks as the contents settle and the bearer steps back, his own flesh clammy under the heat of the sun and the weight of the grisly task.

My hands settle atop the basket's lid, the edges slipping through my fingers. I swallow back the tightness of my throat and set the lid back. Here lies the Prince's answer, mottled grey, white and green and stinking of death, the head of my envoy.

Sola’s eyes scanned the contents of the letter before lifting its corners to the candle in between them The flickering flame caught hold of its feast, devouring the message for the two of them to see. “I think it’s time for me to say goodbye, Lady.”

“Off to see your princess?”

“Oh, yes. It seems she’s gotten herself stuck in another tower.”

1. Dream sequences  
2. Historical AUs  
3. Dungeons & Dragons episodes  
4. Robot doubles  
5. Somebody making a movie or play about the main characters  
6. Scenes where one character is imagining what happened based on another character’s hilariously inaccurate description  
7. Imagine spots where the protagonist talks to their reflection in the mirror except their reflection is evil  
8. The part where the heroes have to sneak into someplace that has uniforms and/or a dress code  
9. Contriving for everyone’s clothes to be destroyed so they have to dress themselves with whatever’s on hand  
10. Heretofore unmentioned identical twins

You are thirteen-years-old.

Somehow, this feels wrong. 

(To be truthful, you do not know how you know this. Or, perhaps, you do. But human minds work in mysterious ways, and they are often as full of drivel and error as they are with wonder. What would they make of you, then? You who possessed a human mind, a human heart, and a human body. Born of human parents and raised to walk amongst them. A human in almost all ways that matter except so inextricably not. What are you?)

This is the moment where all the histories converge at once, a thousand strands woven together to finally meet here. How many of our ancestors dreamt of this moment? How many wished to be standing here?

What a jest the gods have played here, I think to myself. Here we stand, one reluctant and one eager both unsuited for the climatic crossing of stars which have brought us here.

He is but a boy, unblooded and green as spring. He wears that crown like a player's prodigy upon a stage, smiling nervously at the heart of the men sent to pull his strings.