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i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe he’s not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter
You know, Mark Twain took a three year break in the middle of writing Huckleberry Finn so I wager you gotta wait at least five years before beginning to suspect a hiatus might be permanent. You can’t rush when you’re cooking.
oh, she dusty
just finished a following splurge! flowerprose is a side-blog (i follow from @briarroses but you can ignore it). tried to go down my followers list but there's a lot of accounts even dustier than mine, so i may have missed some. i followed any names i recognized but a few gave me trouble; apologies if i ended up bugging your notifications 2 or 3 times.
“To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.”
— Katherine Mansfield, diary entry dated October 26, 1921 (via thefoxhuntingman)
Do you have a "favourite" physical trait to give to your OCs? If so, what is it?
ok ok, far too early to confirm, but namesake's comp titles might finally be nailed down as CIRCE meets LADY MACBETH
12 and 23 for Kalsar and Runa
12) Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
kalsar is cautious and anxious and terribly cynical; he was alone before his imprisonment, and now that he's 'freed', he has even more freedom to indulge his self-destructive behaviour. his only saving grace being that he no longer has opportunity to hurt the ones he loves most, and if there's no one to miss you, does it even matter if you isolate your heart from the world? for runa, it's her impulsiveness and toxic relationships. she leads with a very powerful sense of justice; she's willing to sacrifice her life for a cause, for someone innocent in harm's way, to uphold her faith and morals. unfortunately, this is often her justification for enduring abusive relationships that offer nothing beyond a frequent barrage against her self-esteem. girl cannot draw a boundary with a loved one to save her life. :/
23) What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
for kalsar, it's love. trust. he can't depend on anyone, which is why he's such a skilled handyman, trained to look after every conceivable need and require no one's aid. on the other hand, runa masks her sorrow and fears. everyone assumes she's fearless, as if it doesn't haunt her that every life she's stolen sharpens her into a weapon and sheds away her humanity. she isn't just afraid of monsters—she's afraid she's one of them.
i was book shopping yesterday and remembered i wanted to buy one i’d read a snippet of online, started searching on my phone trying to remember the title or author’s name…. it was your kalsar and runa wip. 😭 pls add me to the taglist if you have one, as they’ve clearly already given me brainrot. - @zmwrites
ahhhh ok ok, thank you!! this is genuinely one of the coolest, most affirming things anyone's ever said about one of my stories. i'll be happy to add you to the tag list (and coast on the high from this ask by writing some more!!) 💖💖
tagged by @space-writes, thanks!
Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!
Song: slut! by taylor swift. i tried really, really hard not to pick a taylor song but. it's absolutely a taylor song.
Got lovestruck, went straight to my head Got lovesick, all over my bed Love to think you'll never forget Handprints in wet cement Adorned with smoke on my clothes Lovelorn and nobody knows Love thorns all over this rose I'll pay the price, you won't
Excerpt:
Runa prided herself for not being compelled to slaughter. She believed in the effects of rehabilitation and enjoyed rousing prisoners from their tombs far more than their sentencing. Introducing them to a timeline new and unfamiliar, preparing them for their journey to the capitol where they would find work and start over, cleared of their crimes and debts. In this way, she felt almost like a healer. She was what compelled mercy in these halls, turning away needless death.
tagging: @samplewriting, @bebewrites, @theskeletonprior, and @cream-and-tea!
13, 14 and 15 for kalsar
13) If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?
We'd make polite acquaintances. Kalsar doesn't care to get along with anyone, and I certainly don't try to make friends irl if I can avoid it. We are both exhausted by people and conversation. If we met online, we'd have much to discuss: our affinity for embroidery and textiles, our very particular eating habits, and maybe even the trauma of flying and deep sea diving (both terrible things I make him do in the course of the story). There's enough for us to take sympathy with one another, but we are quiet people who prefer to observe than engage.
14) How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?
Not seen at all, preferably. He wants to be a gust of wind or a shadow or some other incorporeal figment. But if they must regard him, he wants to be considered as nothing less than a threat.
15) Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?
Jamie Campbell Bower. He exhibits that malnourished, slightly sinister aura I think perfectly encapsulates Kalsar.
“Falling in love with a God is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the God loves you back.”
— Nathaniel Orion G. K.
Psst reblog this and describe a scene you're looking forward to writing in the tags
let’s share some love! show me a loving scene, and i don’t just mean romantic. platonic love, romantic love, familial love. i want to see all of it!! how do your characters show love? how do they accept love? do they accept it at all?
“We cannot be lovers, in the traditional sense.”
“Perhaps we are—in the very traditional sense,” Hades muses. “Heartless goddess in love with a heart-starved god.”
Persephone studies the dark, wondering how a love-starved God could conceive such sweet words. Could he see her ache, even now? Did their strange, tethered pull provide him insight into what she longed to hear, even if it shattered the anger she walled around her. No one had ever left her so maddened before, not in life or death. No one would ever burrow under her skin again, even once Hades passed and she assumed his mantle.
“I don’t feel heartless,” she admits softly. It’s difficult for her anger to burn in such stifling darkness. “I long for my mother, wherever she is. And try as I might, every time you pledge your sorries to me… it makes me feel…”
But she didn’t know if she could call it love. Romantic love had never visited her before. Between [redacted] and Hades, betrayal left her swathed in rage, yet beneath the cinders, she could find glassblown remnants of undeniable affection for both. Her selfless, jealous, determined [redacted]. This fleshless beast who kissed her into flowers, then siphoned away her ability to grow them, and still pledged her his heart.
“What if loving me meant letting me go?”
Hades watches her, she assumes, as his skull never shifts, but she can only faintly trace the outline of his skeleton frame. Her eyes struggle to see into the night, though the cave harbours paintings long-etched by non-Greek mortals and soft moss that cushions her back. Even the bats chirp quietly above, as they settle in from an eve of hunting. “I have no right to bind you any longer. All this catastrophe. If I had the gift of foresight, perhaps I would’ve known better,” he admits.
Persephone offers no word to console him.
“Whatever you ask of me, I’ll give you. If you wish to stay here on the surface, then I’ll close the borders of the Underworld to you. If you want to find your mother, then I will move until these bones collapse to bring her back to your side. And if you want my love, you needn’t wait a moment longer. I have loved nothing all these eons, not myself nor my kingdom, but I will perish knowing my heart belongs with you.”
Person A: "I could give you the world!"
Person B: "The fuck do I do with that."
