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faeriecinna · 2 months
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OC In Three
Project.Seraph
Thank you for the tag @rcsthewriter !
Rules: find three pictures that fit your OC!
Here are three images representative of my Project.Seraph OC - Teo
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And because I can't do one and not the other, here's little Nevaeh in comparison
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I wanna tag @fenrir-kin @hallowedfury and @jezifster (no pressure pals)
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faeriecinna · 1 month
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• Nevaeh
• Teo
• Marco
• Haydn
• Adeline
Tag your OCs yall pls I'm so curious
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faeriecinna · 1 month
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7 Lines Tag
(Rules: Post the last seven lines you wrote or edited)
Thank you for the tag, @savvyminnow :) Here's the last seven lines I edited in Project.Seraph.
Hesitantly, Teo reached out and placed his hand over Nevaeh's where they were still clasped together in her lap. “I trust you. You mean us no harm, and we offer you the same courtesy.” His mouth felt sticky with the weight of his lies – a thick tar lining his tongue, sealing in the untruths. He squeezed her hands gently, resisting the urge to run his thumb over the white ridges of her knuckles. Standing, he gave her one last glance, this time met with her grey eyes staring back at him. The glimmering teardrop was still drying in a streak, catching the light like gold dust.
I'm gonna tag @sleepywriter00 @melpomene-grey and @illarian-rambling xo
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Heads Up, Seven Up
The lovely @indecentpause gave me a tag here :)
TW: Injured Animal??
Project.Seraph He could remember just how fragile the little creature had felt when he picked it up, his hands trembling like he was afraid too much force would simply cause the bird to crumble away like sand between his fingers. It was all frail bones and delicate feathers, twisted at all of the wrong angles. When Haydn’s Mother had told him that there was no way he could help the animal in such a state, Teo had wept, his heart full of compassion for the dazed little thing. He had cradled it in his arms, wrapped in a bundle of muslin, and refused to hand it over to the farmhand for hours until the murmur of its heart had lulled to a halt. Now, as he watched the winged girl cling to life, he could feel the same sting of tears threatening to spill. He rubbed furiously at his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater, blinking harshly as if he could convince himself that the droplets were never there in the first place.
I'll tag the lovely @owlsandwich @mundanemoongirl and @illarian-rambling
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Writing Tropes Bingo
@mk-writes-stuff tagged me in this fun lil game!
Fill out the bingo card of the person who tagged you, according to your WIP, then make one of your own on BingoBaker and tag some new people!
I have completed your bingo and created my bingo both using Project.Ink :)
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the annoying thing is that if I'd have included Project.Seraph too, I would have had basically a full house 😅
Here's mine, pals!
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For this one I'll tag @owlsandwich @luchadorbard and @buffythevampirelover
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faeriecinna · 7 days
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WIP BINGO
Thanks @illarian-rambling for the tag! I filled in for Project.Seraph :)
Rules: Fill in the Bingo card(s) from the person who tagged you, according to one of your WIPS. Then, create your own Bingo of your WIP and tag some other peeps to fill it in
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And as a lil bit of an intro to my new WIP - Project.Claw - here's a Bingo Card for it!
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I'm gonna tag @eccaiia @theeccentricraven and @goldxdarkness :)
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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FIND THE WORD TAG GAME
I was tagged by @verba-writing ! Thanks pal!
My words are: departure, bitter and starve
I wanna tag @the-down-upside-finch @sleepywriter00 and @fangsforapen (no pressure!)
Your words are: breath, wild and fall
These extracts will be from my (main?) WIP - Project.Seraph
Departure:
Nevaeh shrieked, dropping substantially in mid-flight, her body folding as white-hot pain bloomed between her ribs. It was by force of sheer will power that she remained suspended in the air, until the next two arrows impaled themselves in her plumage in quick succession. Nothing could be done as Nevaeh began to plummet towards the ground, and her world descended into a chaotic departure from the heavens.
Bitter:
Distaste lingered on Teo’s features as he concocted the ointment, a bitter smell rising from the mortar and pestle. A gust of wind rattled the trailer, and Teo's gaze darted to the turbulent sky beyond. 'One hell of a storm,' Marco spoke up finally from his spot to the rear of their caravan, 'We gonna pretend it's just a coincidence?' Teo’s head whipped around, finding the other man with his arms folded across his chest and a stony expression on his face, brows furrowed, staring at the gnarled surface of the table in front of him. 'What do you think it is, Marco? The wrath of God?'"
Starve:
For weeks they had traveled, led by the empty promise of a lone angel wandering the borders of the kingdom. It had begun to seem as if this journey would turn out like so many had before – a wild goose chase spurred on by hushed tales told over one too many pints of ale. The more time stretched on, the weaker their motivation had become, and the prospect of wealth and luxury for the first time in their lives seemed further from their grasp. A Seraph held more than just a bounty – it was a promise from Queen Reinette herself. A live angel in return for enough gold to see to it that Teo and his travelers would never starve again, and accommodation within the walls of Infernelle where all of their needs would be met; no more nights battling against the elements, or nursing wounds and ailments that had almost spelled the end of their travels.
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faeriecinna · 27 days
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WIP Questionnaire
Thank you for the tag @buffythevampirelover !
Project.Seraph :)
1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?
The character of Nevaeh was my leap of faith into this one. Previously I had only ever really written horror/thriller and I had always been too afraid to create my own fantasy world, but for some reason I just couldn't leave the idea of my broken little angel alone. The more I imagined her in different scenarios and fleshed out different characters and a plot, I knew I had to write it seriously or I'd never forgive myself.
2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?
Honestly I really fuck with Plenty by Aeseaes for this one. The whole vibe is immaculate and it really encapsulates the mood of the story through the lyrics.
3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?
I truly love them all for different reasons (except maybe Marco, fuck you Marco.) Though Nevaeh is my sweet innocent angel baby could never do anything wrong ever loml, and Queen Reinette is a favourite because I adore a good villain and I am very proud of the way I've written her character.
4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?
I'm hoping the same kind of people who tore through Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments will find my books to be worth of a good read. Also my fellow 'Merlin made me realise I was queer' pals. Not quite as high fantasy but I think P.Seraph is sometimes quite reminiscent of The Witcher too.
5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?
There are so many scenes that I've already imagined and desperately want to write, so writing everything in between to bridge the scenes together is so painful lmao. What do you mean I have to write about the journey to the castle before I get to write my big dramatic inciting incident???
6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!
A lot of the first half is based in the woodland so many animals are encountered, though crows and various other corvids are a recurring motif. Also a lot of horses! Most characters travel by horse, including my little band of travelling thieves and the Queen's guards. In the marketplace there is also a very well known cat that belongs to the tavern-owner and likes to steal from people's stalls lmao
7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)
Mostly by foot, by horse, or by a carriage drawn by a horse.
8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?
Still the first draft rn but it's coming along smoothly. I have also been writing Project.Ink and fleshing out Project.Claw so I haven't been dedicating quite as much time to P.Seraph as I would like.
9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?
Who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers, right? This story absolutely reeks of betrayal, dark royalty, doomed love, war.... idk it has everything in it that I wanted to read all in one story and I hoped some people could relate
10. What are your hopes for your wip?
Obviously, I hope to be published one day, and if it is, my hope is that it will be one of those books that leaves people reeling after they've read it. I want people to connect to it, to cry over it, to read it so many times it doubles in size. I want people to be as violently in love with my characters as I am and I want people to relate to the story in whichever way they see fit. I want it to mean something to someone. One day. Eventually.
no pressure tags for @melpomene-grey, @goldxdarkness, @darkangel319 :)
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1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?
2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?
3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?
4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?
5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?
6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!
7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)
8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?
9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?
10. What are your hopes for your wip?
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faeriecinna · 28 days
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I am in the TRENCHES I just need to finish this one scene in Project.Seraph so I can move onto the GOOD shit but the issue is I JUST CANT FINISH THE DAMN SCENE.
"Sav." I hear you say, "Just skip the scene and come back to it later."
To which I raise you, I am heavily autistic and it will kill me to leave it unfinished and move on PLUS I am riddled with ADHD and will simply forget to come back to it.
Perhaps I just start writing my next WIP
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Manuscript Search Tag
I got a couple of these from the lovely @annakayy and @ulysses-blues ! My words are : Cold, Night, Colour, Question and Soar
I'm editing atm so a lot of these extracts are probably going to be from the earlier chapters of my WIPs :)
Cold:
Project.Seraph The lies rolled off his tongue smoothly while he pleaded. His words hung in the air, a delicate fable of veiled desperation. Each syllable carried the weight of a decision, pregnant with possibility. He held a hand out to Nevaeh, a sense of satisfaction settling over him when he realised she was no longer backing away. “My friends are waiting just a little further into the trees. I can call them out now to help us, but you must make your decision quickly, angel, it is only a matter of time before The Hunt returns for you.” Tense silence hung in the air as Teo and the other travellers waited with bated breath for Nevaeh to respond. She gave an almost imperceptible nod that rippled through the quiet - a seismic shift in the forest's placidity. The choice echoed like a distant thunderclap. A cold breeze fluttered through the trees, as if the forest itself had breathed a sigh of relief.
Night:
Project.Ink Fionn offered a nod, though doubt remained in his expression. With a lingering gaze at Rowan, he retreated into the crowd. The elven nobility continued to observe, casting furtive glances at the mysterious human. As the night progressed, the dance floor beckoned, and Killeen found herself standing before Rowan. "Dance with me," She demanded, her voice holding a mix of authority and an emotion that struggled to surface. Rowan, caught off guard, nodded hesitantly. The surrounding Fae observed the unlikely pair, murmurs rising like the rustle of leaves in the wind.
Colour:
Project.Ink Although in the back of her mind Rowan knew exactly what she was approaching, she refused to let herself believe what she was seeing until the glow of the early dawn sun began to cast shards of colour onto the rotting pine needles underfoot. Stained glass windows – or remnants of them – still clung to the fragmented wood window frames and crumbling stone archways. Her heart stopped and her head span. In her dreams, the church had been resplendent and ornamented, gilded and imposing in its looming grandeur.  It wasn’t hard to imagine the pews filled with worshippers, caught in the throes of fervent exaltation. In person, it was a deteriorating memory of the hallowed halls that had commanded devotion long before Rowan even came to be. The carcass had been picked clean and only the bare bones were left, jutting at sharp, splintered angles and still bathed in the sanguineous glow from above.
Question became Inquired:
Project.Ink The air felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and the flickering candlelight cast unsettling shadows that swayed with an unnatural rhythm. Her parents, a middle-aged couple with eyes that held an baleful gleam, sat at a weathered wooden table. "Rowan, dear, how was your day?" her mother inquired, her voice too melodic, the cadence too perfect. There was an eerie precision to her words, carefully crafted. Rowan offered a hesitant smile, the subtle disquiet settling in the corners of her mind. "It was... usual, I suppose." Her father, a man with an unchanging smile that he wore like a mask, chimed in. "Good, good. Routine is essential, especially in these times." The words hung in the air, their weight pressing on Rowan's shoulders. It was a phrase she'd heard often, a mantra that echoed throughout the village whenever discussions veered too close to scrutiny.
Soar became Flight:
Project.Seraph A snort jolted her from her respite with a sharp gasp and she whirled, coming face to face with a solo soldier and his accompanying horse. A desperate whine left her and she willed her aching legs into motion once again, covering just enough land so that she could spread her wings and take off into the sky. Flight was much slower, but with her body weakening with exhaustion, she couldn’t risk her mortal legs giving out on her while being chased by the one man who wasn’t entirely convinced by her watery charade. Before she could even make it a fair distance, the air close to her ear was displaced with a hiss and the angel’s eyes widened as arrows began to fly. She bobbed and weaved, her flight path erratic in an attempt to become less of an attainable target.
And with that, I'm gonna NO PRESSURE tag @spideronthesun @indecentpause @savvyminnow @frostedlemonwriter and @melpomene-grey
Your words are going to be :: sick, small, remember and cloud
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Last Line Tag//Heads Up, Seven Up
@sleepywriter00 and @talesofsorrowandofruin and @snooeycatwrites tagged me in this!
Project.Seraph
“They hate me.” He muttered. “They don’t hate you.” Haydn responded immediately. “They resent me.” “They might. For now. They’re afraid, Teo.” He reasoned, finally standing, resting his hands on his lower back and leaning backwards until his spine released a satisfying ‘pop’. “And what about you?” The other man quizzed, seeking solace in Haydn’s perpetual honesty. Haydn paused momentarily as he packed away his medical supplies. “I think it’s too late to turn back now, no matter what. We all made a decision. Now we must see it through.” He slid the zipper of his leather duffel closed and turned to Teo, taken aback by his stricken countenance. “But do you think it was the right decision??” Teo asked, his eyes pleading. In all of their years of companionship, Haydn wasn’t sure he had ever seen Teo look so conflicted, usually so headstrong and confident. All he could do to comfort him was step towards him and place his hand on his shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “I think we’ll find out soon enough.” He offered. It wasn’t the answer Teo had been hoping for, but it was enough for now.
Not the most thrilling, but its the last line (that I edited) so there ya go :)
I'll tag @bard-coded @spideronthesun and @heymacareyna
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Find The Word Tag
Thank you @owlsandwich for the tag!
My words are: Wisdom | Freeze | Expect
The new words are: Influence | Memory | Cloud
I'll tag @annakayy @fayeiswriting and @zevarcollan and leave it open to anyone else who feels like it!
I had nothing for Wisdom, so I went for Knowledgeable
Smoke filled the clearing in a cloud of billowing grey as Teo threw water over the campfire, the smell of cedarwood and baked apples motivating the group of drowsy travellers to meet the day with open arms. Metal pots scuffed and clanged nearby, providing a soundtrack to the morning, along with a low, melodic humming as Adeline’s busy hands scoured their cooking utensils in the nearby creek. Haydn, knowledgeable and efficient, tended to the horses with a gentle touch, securing saddles and supplies for the long road ahead.
Freeze became Froze
As he drew closer, the angel’s eyes fluttered open, her silvery gaze landing directly on him. A suspended breath hung in the air, making room for the brief, charged connection between captor and captive. Teo froze in place. Nevaeh began trying to push herself up with trembling arms, only to collapse back onto the ground with a pained mewl. “I won’t hurt you.” He spoke softly, his hands raised with his palms out in front of him as if in surrender. “I’m here to help.” Nevaeh’s gaze was weary. Her brows furrowed into soft lines and her eyes, though unfocussed, were searching Teo’s face for any hint of malice.
Expect became Unexpected
The day their fates collided was nothing short of wretched—a desolate, grey wash of fog and biting chill. Teo, nursing the wounds of yet another ill-fated pickpocketing venture, sought refuge behind an old barn. The world outside seemed to conspire against him, an icy onslaught of hailstone pouring from the clouds. The mournful lowing of cattle took on an unsettling quality in the background of the storm. Then, like a harbinger of unexpected alliances, a shadow behind the curtains of mist, Haydn emerged from the bleak canvas of the day. He had only known the basics of medicine, remnants from a life of arduous labour, yet despite the rudimentary nature of his knowledge, the boy had approached Teo's battered, soaking form with a kindness that was rarely afforded to the young delinquent. In that makeshift sanctuary, amidst the bales of hay, Haydn mended Teo's injuries.
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faeriecinna · 1 month
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THE MAGICIAN: SPARK OF MAGIC (What inspired you to write your novel?) 
Project.Ink:
I wanted to write something purely self indulgent. Lesbians, Faeries, Irish Folklore & Mythology, Angst, Whump...... it's got it all 😅 Real talk though, my family are Irish and I've always been obsessed with our faeries - I wanted to play with the idea of the 'changelings'. Instead of human parents unknowingly having their baby swapped with a fae child, I wanted to do something with the concept of a faerie believing they're a human and only finding out later in the story that they were one of The Sídhe. And I wanted it to be gay. Thus, a queer, lovers to enemies to lovers, irish folklore, faeries vs humans novel was born.
Project.Seraph:
I fell down a 'biblically accurate angel' rabbit hole and thought about how FUCKING TERRIFYING it would be if angels existed and decided they were tired of our bullshit and started a war. And then in true Sav fashion I flipped my original idea on its head and made the angels the ones we should feel sorry for - hence my little baby Nevaeh was thought up. Obviously I needed an evil queen to ruin everything for everyone, and Teo..... was an afterthought 🥲 I ended up dreaming about Project.Seraph one night and loverboy just happened to be there so I fleshed him out and decided that if he infested my dreams before he was even an OC then he deserved some attention, and Nevaeh deserved someone to love. I wasn't gonna make it easy for them though lmao.
Project.Claw:
I listened to this song one (1) single time and decided that everyone deserves a gay werewolf love story (Remus Lupin I'm so sorry you never got yours). And I wanted to keep the murder because I'm incapable of writing a story where my characters don't suffer :)
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faeriecinna · 2 months
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Fantasy Picrew Tag Game
The lovely @annakayy tagged me in this and i yelped because i love this kinda shit
Project.Seraph OC's: Teo, Nevaeh & Queen Reinette
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Project.Ink OC's: Killeen and Rowan, and a bonus - it me!
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I wanna tag @ulysses-blues @talesofsorrowandofruin and @snooeycatwrites
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faeriecinna · 27 days
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Last Line Tag
Tagged by the lovely @eccaiia and @illarian-rambling
My last line in Project.Seraph would be:
“Perhaps you should be more afraid of what happens if we don’t deliver her to Reinette. Nothing else matters, and there is no bigger threat.”
And I'll no pressure tag @inky-duchess @panticwritten and @she-who-fights-and-writes
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faeriecinna · 1 month
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WIP BINGO
I was tagged by @annakayy ! These are so fun tbh.
I filled in your Bingo according to Project.Ink
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And here is my Bingo for Project.Seraph
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I'm gonna tag @melpomene-grey @grimmwrites and @brotrustmeicanwrite
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