Labyrinthians - Lover Of Things

no thoughts, just "where is duty, where is sacrifice" and the way that alicent clings to abstract constructs like religion, honor, duty and sacrifice because her material life is so concretely terrible and empty. to have loved someone so dearly, and watch them be what you perceive as free while your entire personhood is reduced to a womb and made to serve the realm, a vessel for the rotting king to use and abuse. to not exist as a person for yourself but in only in service to others as you are ordered by your father under a patriarchal structure..........and then the contrast of that quote, which summarizes all of alicent's anguish and agony, to the classic, "what is honor compared to a woman's love? what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms...we are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.".................but alicent doesn't have love, not anymore. duty, honor, these concepts - they're all she's got, and the lack of the very elements that make them meaningful has corroded her inside and out. so: honor, duty, sacrifice, all without love. and here we are.

here i am on writeblr!!!

hello everyone! my name is madeleine! i’m sixteen, i use she/her pronouns, and i’m just a little nervous posting on here. i’ve been lurking in the writeblr tag for a few weeks but until now i hadn’t mustered up the confidence to put myself out there. but hey! i’m excited now. i don’t have enough real-life writer friends. i love seeing people talk about their wips and hearing different creative ideas.

i’ve been writing for about eight years. i adore reading and writing ya. in terms of genres, i’m not very picky, but i enjoy writing horror (though i haven’t experimented too much with it yet) and all kinds of fantasy. i’m also a bit of a hopeless romantic.

my own projects:

most recently, i’ve worked on this weird idea that popped into my head in the middle of the night because apparently my brain only works when it isn’t supposed to. the tentative title is way down in hellebore but. i’m not sure i like it so. very subject to change. it follows three very different kids, all from different time periods and different places in--and out of--the world who mysteriously all end up lumped together in a bleak nowhere town. the last thing any of them can remember is killing someone, intentionally or not.

i also have an unnamed spooky story set in victorian london. it centers around a strange mother and her daughter who are notorious for seances and a family who comes to them, looking for a way to communicate with their recently deceased mother.

anyways. i would appreciate it if you reblog this if you happen to come across it. i really want to interact with/follow new people and enter the community!! thank you!! :)

oh my god its a fictional world generator im so happy this is hte best thing i have ever found on the internet

That’s my man and ima stick beside him💯💯💯

the sword isn’t broken im just lazy

These bitches are GAY!!!!!!!

writeblrs reblog please :-)

i only follow a few writeblrs so i decided to make one of these posts. please reblog if you are a writeblr and you write/post:

fantasy

historical fiction

contemporary fiction

horror

writing references

moodboards

edits

and just a reminder, i follow from @opcnarms so if you see it that’s me!💗

team both

yeah❤️