#ophelia writes

[avallachs]

— zofeia viljarand | graveyard dancer.

when one thinks of necromancy, one imagines a corpse raised from its grave. but what of corpses that are laid to rest while their spirits are chained, invisible, to a world that has altogether forgotten them? altogether, perhaps, with the exception of one mourner whose grief ill fits her.

Two sisters—twins, a mere twenty minutes separating them—one warm and brilliant as the golden heat of summer, the other cold and sharp as winter’s first snow. Proud and bold was the elder, the heart of a lion beating within her breast, while the younger was silent and shrewd. Where one danced with embers at her heels, the other watched with frost at her fingers. The summer child was named Lillina, where winter was named Zofeia.

Their mother: a severe, unfeeling woman with a face of marble and a heart to match, yet she loved her daughters each, even as she refused to so much as hold their hands. Their father: a light-hearted, good-natured man.

Until he was not.

Within the lesser Baldurian noble house of Viljarand, rumours spread that the lady had once not been so cold, that it was the lord’s capricious whim and changeable temperament that had locked and barred her heart. Yet, for all his cruel mockery, for all his jests at the expense of his wife and daughters, for all his shouting and slamming of doors and drawers, none ever thought their lord capable of violence. None ever thought their lord would raise his hand against his own.

And indeed, he did not—not when he could make his kin dirty their hands in his stead.

It was the night of a grand feast, the seventeenth celebration of the twins’ birth, that it happened. The guests had departed or retired, and only the family remained awake in the grand hall. The mother remained, as ever, in stone-faced silence as the father twirled and tossed his dragon-tooth dagger, sprawled in his seat. His eyes glinted with a joviality they had not seen in quite some time.

Perhaps no blood would have been spilled that night, had all present seen the venom hidden just a little bit deeper in their amber depths.

The father bid the daughters come stand by him as he twirled his dagger. The girls, joint at the hip and dutiful as ever, approached him obediently. Once by his side, he began to muse on the stifling nature of not one, but two children so close in age, both eligible and willing to inherit. Lillina, twenty minutes her twin’s senior, met him only with confusion. She was no fool, but she believed too readily in the goodness of people. Zofeia, however, was born with blackest suspicion in her heart, and caught her father’s intention before his command left his lips.

The succession should have been obvious, unspoken, belonging to summer. But the father, foul tempered despite his pleasant smile, hungered for his blood-sport. Inspecting his dagger, then his daughters, he smiled again and made his demand: one must cement their claim in blood.

For several long moments, the twins were silent. For several more moments, longer still, the mother, too, was silent, even as her heart broke for summer. Poor, gentle, sweet summer, who had none of winter’s ruthlessness.

The sisters had always been close, loved one another dearly, but winter remained the second child. The second child of a madman.

Such as it was, the refusal had barely left the elder’s lips when the younger struck, snatching the father’s dragon-tooth blade from his callused, cracked hands. It had been lost upon her twin, but the unspoken threat was clear: should one disobey, or turn the blade upon herself before her sister, more than one would die at the table that night.

And there it was on the pristine white tiles that summer met her end, her warmth snuffed out by winter’s coldest steel.

Not a word was spoken, and the servants were deceived: what twin?

It was safer to accept an obvious lie than to question the truth, lest innocent staff, too, be sent to the lord’s cutting-room floor. The mad father and the cold-hearted daughter continued as they always had, yet the stone-hearted mother retreated into herself, becoming scarcer and scarcer until there was never a sign of her. During the day, she sat still in her rooms and stared at walls. During the night, she ventured through twisting corridors, robed in black with only a candlestick for light, and lingered in the room of her eldest’s murder until the gloom began to recede. A living ghost, some came to call her.

Yet she was not the only ghost to stalk those haunted halls.

The younger, since the night she had wet her hands with her sister’s blood, had taken it upon herself to commune with the deceased. Let it not be said that there was hate in her heart, for darkest grief cast its shadowy pall over her, and her sister’s ghost was allowed no rest.

So it was that the younger became less and less desirable as she grew, with none at all wishing to see her when she reached the age of one and twenty. She had always been cold, but now rooms were leeched of warmth completely when she entered, and some spoke of two shadows following her, of reflections that were not hers showing in mirrors. Whether a haunted girl or an instigator of haunting, fewer and fewer wished to see her, with fewer still desiring her to unite their house to hers.

It mattered little to her, though, for all had gone back to the way it should: summer, once more, was at her side—ever on her heels.

#ophelia writes #ocs tag #oc: zofeia #oc: lillina #k i'm going to go hide now pls perceive this <3 #i am going to do one of these for all of my ocs gradually ! i decided to start with my bg3 oc though #since she's currently occupying 90% of my brain real estate

[i-prefer-the-term-antihero]

This one is for everyone who knew and loved Ladynepthyss

For anyone who does not yet know, it is with deepest sorrow that I inform you all she passed away this past February due to medical complications. (I don’t know more about her death than that, so please don’t ask).

To everyone who was kind to her, everyone who was a friend, everyone who followed her work, who sent her encouraging asks, or commented on her fics, I cannot thank you enough. You brought joy into a life that could often be quite dark and difficult. Thank you so much for being there for her.

I am making this post because I need the help of anyone willing to give it.

I have been trying to find her writings to keep to remember her by. However, this is proving difficult because Ophelia had a tendency to delete old writing.

If any of you happen to have copies of works and chapters that are not currently here on tumblr or Ao3 that you feel comfortable sharing (especially her hetalia stuff), I implore you to send it to me. I would be forever grateful.

Also, if any of you have kept any of her edits, especially her faceclaims, please send me those too.

In general, if any of you remember

her physical descriptions and/or face claims of her characters (and locations) in her stories (especially I almost shiver)

A scene from on her fics (especially I almost shiver) that would make a good cover piece for a book of her works

Know any artists who she followed/liked

Please please let me know

I hope you will all remember her fondly.

Keep her in your heart. For our wonderful Ophelia writes no more.

#personal #ladynephthyss #Ophelia writes #Ophelia muses #cw death

[le-ophelia]

Kinda forgot about this blog ngl, got no idea why I always do this, make a new blog for my interest them dump it when I'm bored.

#ophelia writes

[starlightedmoments]

so this was supposed to be a writing account but uh so far it’s just a spam account….SO send in requests please. can be a headcanon or full on imagine. if you don’t see a character you like on my list ask me and i will let you know❤️

#ophelia writes #ophelia rambles #imagines

[moonstoast]

—girlhood

girlhood by stevie edwards // mauvais gout // sour girl by jenny zhang // image from pinterest // churching by k-ming chang // ron hicks // reviving ophelia by mary pipher // ? // nailone on deviantart // brand new city by mitski

#web weave #web weaving #words #art #prose #writing #ron hicks #reviving ophelia #mitski #lyrics #girlhood #on girlhood #comparatives #stevie edwards #jenny zhang #pinterest

[feral-ballad]

Roaa Abaza, Into Womanhood, Through You

[Text ID: “For Ophelia doesn’t know / how to stay tender / with that much blood / in her mouth.”]

#roaa abaza #on womanhood #on girlhood #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #jordanian writer #ophelia #tenderness #blood

[joifee]

"xB", M.C. Joifee, 2023, Digital Drawing with Medibang Paint Pro, 30.2 x 19.9cm, uploaded on the artists tumblr-blog

This artpiece was drawn during @shepscapades hermit character-design event all through june. The artist M.C. Joifee was inspired by the painting "Ophelia" by the british artist Sir John Everett Millais, drawn 1851-1852.

The imagine depicts xBcrafted lying inside a shallow river in a similar pose to Ophelia in the original painting. Other than Ophelia his eyes are closed, making him appear more peaceful than Ophelia. He is surrounded by floating cherry-blossom, choosen by the artist due to the current 1.20 update of minecraft, which introduced the cherry-grove biome.

The river is surrounded by minecraft-typical fauna. On the shore of xB's right side is an azalea tree is growing from the ground. On the left side sugarcane is growing next to a sandy beach. On the left side of the picture, parts of a stone bridge is visible. Possible a bridge build by xB himself or another unknown to us hermit.

Floating particals let us assume that theres a sporeblossom and a cherry tree nearby.

#xbcrafted #xb fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s9 #shepshermitdesign23 #ophelia #sorry thats such an xb picture #because i headcanon him sleeping inside a river #also can you tell i studied arthistory #i am out of practise tho #also its harder to write an description in english #anyways hope you like it #somehow i keep drawing the prompts i didnt suspected i will draw #queue #yes this is sheduled #joifeeart

[instantramenfactory]

Posting the girls on this beautiful Flower Thursday

Read Flower if you haven’t already!

#the flower that bloomed nowhere #my art #utsushikome of fusai #ran of hoa-trinh #kamrusepa of tuon #ptolema of rheeds #ophelia fields #sorry girl for shortening your name but I’m not writing all that #anyway kamsuran is great

[isaut]

rex tries, he really does.

it’s easier to form commentary about things he’s seen in real life— landscapes come easy. the sunlight and nightbreak are always accompanied by animals he’s never had the pleasure of seeing (animals flee during war).

his comments are filled with “really pretty” and “good lighting” and you hum and giggle and hold his hand.

it’s enough.

the hardest thing is abstract art. he’ll stand by your side in front of these pieces for hours, looking at shapes and canvases of only one color. he supposes it’s a feat that the brushstrokes are invisible (“remember how defined they were when we were looking at the impressionist paintings?”). he guesses it’s something like picasso even though you’ve told him time and again it’s not.

he doesn’t understand how you can spend so much time in front of a plain, red canvas. even after he’s read the little plaque to the side.

surely there are more landscapes to look at.

but rex is quiet. he stands next to you.

“mosset thought life had no meaning after he watched his planet fall into a war,” you say. you sound almost like you’re giving a tour, but softer. “he was a refugee to naboo— and ended up working for a painter stretching canvas. he didn’t understand why he had survived. art had no meaning to him anymore.”

rex doesn’t chime in that he doesn’t think this counts as art.

“anyways, when he set out to paint this it was as a meditative process. the paint is actually layers thick in different colors, and the canvas has been restretched multiple times. it’s rewoven in certain places to make it longer.”

rex supposes that’s interesting.

“either way. the end goal of the painting was to do what mosset thought he couldn’t do anymore: take up space.”

rex mulls over your explanation. he looks over the red canvas again, and can’t see any imperfections. there’s no clump of dried paint, no sew of canvas.

“what happened to mosset?” rex asks.

“he killed himself shortly after finishing the piece.”

“do you tell the patrons that?”

“absolutely. the painting carries on and takes up space for him even though he left this world believing he couldn’t. most patrons don’t care about this painting, though.”

“did you know him?”

you pause. “yeah. i met him once.”

rex nods. he does what you often do: tilt his head to side as he reexamines the painting. the context tugs on something deeper than his heartstrings.

“i think i get it,” rex murmurs.

you squeeze his hand and rest your head on his shoulder. “i thought you might.”

#captain rex x reader #wow…….. writing fanfic while drinking my morning coffee it’s BAD #by ophelia #library

[the-astralalchemist]

guda's use of magic is the most puzzling thing to mages. because they aren't a mage. they're a spellcaster like kiritsugu. they don't live the mage lifestyle. magic is a tool. the unorthodox style was how shirou was taught, and how archer taught guda.

kadoc goes through a training simulation with guda. they get into a cornered by a demonic boar that guda lures away by tossing a bright gem that explodes upon impact. kadoc questions them because that was gem magic? "what do you mean a goddess gave you enchanted jewels? ...did you say she was in love with you?"

guda comes barreling into the common room, chasing after a blue and gold cat-thing. guda shouts in victory when they corner it and get their hands under its front arms. the front half of cat gets into guda's clutch but the legs stay on the ground - the middle of its body extending as if turned into a doughlike property. daybit puts his eyes back to his book, yes, that's normal.

runes. guda’s handiwork is still small but quick and offensively pack quite a punch. they are able to create so many by the time ophelia gawks at them because "you're supposed to meditate on the meanings behind the symbols!"

after a party, wodime offers to help guda clean up the kitchen. while they both get to work, guda starts singing something to his complete confusion and astonishment. "supercali...what? junior, what kind of spell was that?"

#astral writes things #cleaning out my drafts #guda #gudako #gudao #fgo #fgo headcanons #SORRY LMAO I FEEL LIKE THIS IS THE THIRD POST ENDING WITH THE SAME WODIME JOKE #NO I WILL NOT STOP #kadoc zemlupus #ophelia phamrsolone #daybit sem void #ozymandias valentines gift my beloved #kirschtaria wodime #emiya archer #fgo crypters #i like bullying wodime in a diff way than i love bullying kadoc

[mynqzo]

you know how sad it makes me when i desperately want to read fanfiction about my own ocs and realize i have to write it myself

#this is about penelope and ophelia #i have no time to write for them but god i yearn so bad

[avallachs]

hi oblivion girlies i wrote a fic where my hok eats everyone in the cheydinhal sanctuary after killing them if thats ur kinda thing

#i literally never thought i'd finish this lmfao i spent so long on it #ophelia.txt #ophelia writes #ocs tag #oc: nephethys

[checkazi]

life crazy draw nervy

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #sims 2 premades #sims 2 fanart #sims #nervous subject #Ophelia Nigmos #specter siblings #ophelia and nervous HEAL their situations are so different but so similar I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT ITTT #sims2 #sims 2 nervous #sims 2 nervous subject #sims 2 ophelia #sims 2 ophelia nigmos #smoking #my art #checkazi #art #Fanart #digital art #doodles #doodle #digital painting #digital draw #clip studio paint #got on adhd meds painted 3 things in traditional and then got used to the meds and died #my design for nervous changes so much it means i love him and think too much about this freak #they are so pronouns #also omg hiii yearly 2nd update cant wait for december where i post 1 thing and then disappear under mysterious circumstances with aliens

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

Ophelia - John Everett Millais / Family Tree - Ethel Cain

#mine #ophelia #john everett millais #family tree #ethel cain #edit #typography #lyric edit #web weaving #lyrics #text #writing #collage #art #lyric #painting #typo #♡

[thehamletdiaries]

Thinking about how much Hamlet and Ophelia's friendship means to me and how we really see...none of it in the play...the only part where they are interacting close to normally is the play within a play scene and even then obviously the wider context is deeply not normal but I still think in that there are hints at a dynamic that was once very beautiful and sweet.

Two kids who grew up together.

#why did I even write this it just made me sad #this is the problem with talking about hamlet #it makes you sad #hamlet #ophelia #hamlet x ophelia #but really it's ultimately a friendship dynamic

[pingurusama]

(WIP) Ophelia Winter Smirnova

lord i finally finished this piece of her!! And the details turns out real good, i'm so proud especially the shoes waaaa>_<! She looks like posing for dakimakura lmaooo, i never a fan of drawing fullbody because it took longer time and balance but i enjoyed the process with this one^-^ Ophelia with her signature attire/skin. I never mentioned this but no, of course she doesn't go to mission with that outfit most of the time! (Maybe on summer? lighter work?)

She does have alternate gears, called "Jawbreaker" and "The Vulture".

I will release it alongside with her character bio i've been working! :333 I really hope i can work faster on her but Thesis and Comifuro been punching me on the gut, and i also have to study the gears before finishing the alternates compositions;-; but i had fun learning things!^-^

#art #photoshop #digital art #original art #original character #original charater art #oc #oc art #my ocs #ophelia winter smirnova #pingurusama's oc #writing #morally grey characters #character design #character concept #character info #call of duty oc #call of duty oc: ophelia #tekken oc #tekken oc: ophelia #mercenary oc #military oc #tactical #military #glock #gear art #details #lineart #artists on tumblr