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ofillyria · 4 months
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please ask me questions about my wip.
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ofillyria · 3 years
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                                         C O D A    :    I N T R O D U C T I O N
                                                  “no secrets among spies.”
genre: historical / spy
audience: adult 
pov: third person / past tense / multiple povs
tropes & themes:  war & corruption / trust / found family / lies and morality  
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SYNOPSIS
The year is 1963 and as far as the public knows the Cold War is simmering down.
The Cuban Missile Crisis was the peak of nuclear tension between the Americans and the Soviets, and the apocalyptic clock was at an all time high. Negotiations were made and a relative peace was found between Kennedy and Kruschev. But behind closed doors, not everyone is happy with the agreements made. Chatter has picked up that a trio of enthusiasts are doing what Kruschev didn’t. The mastermind and benefactor, known only as Vronsky, has criticized the former general secretary for weakness and very un-russian tactics. 
Wealthy beyond measure, and the the inheritor of a trove of Russian historical artifacts, including many treasures from the Romanov dynasty, Vronsky has something that everybody wants, whether it be money, artifacts, or incriminating photos. After years lying in wait for the right moment to employ all of their ammunition, the resolution of the Cuban Missile Crisis was the other shoe dropping. They are out for war now, they just need an expert to build them the weapons for the new age.  
The U.N. has assembled a team of talented spies to investigate, under the mission codename: CODA. They need to know who Vronsky is, where the missiles are being made, where they will be placed upon completion, whether or not the government of the Soviet Union knows of this private operation, and how to stop World War III. 
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It was getting hard to keep track of the names. When she first started this vocation she thought that the names would be like shoes: something she could pick out to match the weather or occasion. Now it felt like a test, and she was frantically flipping through flashcards as the timer ran down. 
Lena Marks. That was it. They kept calling her that name, but they pronounced it like ‘Lee-na’ instead of ‘Len-uh’ like she’d heard it in her head when she’d first written her file. She wouldn’t bother to correct them. It wasn’t as if there was really a right way to say the wrong name.
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WIP GRAPHIC: THE LIGHT RUNNER
by @rcvolutions
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ofillyria · 3 years
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me, out of nowhere: wouldn’t it be nice if the godling characters had a feral mode where they turned into literal monsters? yeah. 
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WIP GRAPHIC: AN ARCANE MAGIC
by @avi-burton-writing
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ofillyria · 3 years
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WIP GRAPHIC: THOSE WHO ARE BLIND
by @phyllitewrites
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ofillyria · 3 years
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                OFILLYRIA’S 500+ FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY 
guess who just checked her follower count for the first time in weeks and found that there are 500 of you lovelies who decided my blog was worth following. that’s ridiculous! especially considering the fact that this blog is 100% shameless me time. i don’t run a queue and i only post about what i care about and i don’t tag for shit! nothing about my blog is quality! so i’m honored that so many of you have stuck around (most of you are probably inactive lmao)! so, as promised, here’s a little giveaway! 
FIRST, THE RULES: 
you must be following me
like or reblog to post to enter to win
each reblog counts as an entry but don’t spam
all entries will be counted on november 9th 
NOW, THE FUN PART: THE PRIZE
three (3) winners will receive a graphic set for the wip of their choice! 
one grpahic set per winner
graphics sets have no more than eight images
winners will be asked to provide pinterest boards for their wips
check my ‘wip.edit’ tag for examples! 
THE WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED NOVEMBER 10TH
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ofillyria · 3 years
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please send me worldbuilding questions about this wip! i just finished reading the cruel prince and i really want to emulate holly black’s incredible worldbuilding and it’s inspiring me to go wild with the details but i don’t know where to start! 
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ofillyria · 3 years
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The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (2011)
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ofillyria · 3 years
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                      NIGHT 12 - THE PRODUCER - EXCERPT
tag list ( dm to be added/removed ):  @siennasophia-b @alecsaltylightwood @valaers @novel-novelist @rhikasa @talesofthedivine @rcvolutions @givenchywrites @wildfaeworld @neptunely @clockwork-storyteller
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transcript under the cut.
One of the producers stalked towards me, his chin pointed down as he pushed through the crowd as if he were using his balding head like an icebreaker to cut through that mass of swaying bodies. As he got closer the muscle at the back of my neck twinged.
He didn’t stop until he was inches from me and he breathed his wet, hot stench in my direction and it coated my cheek in sticky condensation. The smell curled in the base of my nostrils like low fog hangs in the morning out in the countryside retreats of my childhood. He stunk like fish and cinnamon cigar smoke. ( * X-Mesh Cigars: Breath it all in. A cigar with all the flavor and none of the side effects! ). He placed his cracking, leathery hand on my lower back. Every fiber surrounding my spine clenched in succession, rising up my back until my shoulders hunched forward. A new type of smile, panicked and fluttering, flashed across my face in the automatic response to being threatened: bared teeth behind blood-red lipstick. 
“You look beautiful,” he said, the words coiling in his mouth. 
“Thank you,” I said, trying to think of any way to step out of his grasp without him realizing. 
It was true, though. I did look beautiful. 
But, you could put a wig and lipstick on my brother and he would outshine me any day. 
I took a step back. The heavy rug under my feet was so thick that with each step my heels punctured through and I was thrown off-kilter, leaning backward by the lost inch of each step. I imagined it felt luxurious and padded under the feet of those wearing brogues. But for me, it was an ornately designed, red and gold glue trap. 
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ofillyria · 3 years
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this is what a hobbit would mug you with
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I’d Rather Be Ghost Hunting Embroidered Washed Cap //  e4Hats
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My Favorite Character Dynamics
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“You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become” - Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
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ofillyria · 3 years
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I apologize for the harshness of my words, Miss Bennet, but your family is just so cringe
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