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coffeewithcutcaffeine · 2 months

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How the Ink Flows: 2024 scribbles by one Miss Lin ✨

Because my uni schedule has been kicking me in the butt constantly these days, I have decided to write this post to let you all know (as well as to make myself try to stick to my goals) what I am currently working on and what I would love to share with you this year! ❤️️ Also, at the end of the post under the cut, there is an important question regarding my taglist -- please, read the info if you follow my works and/or want to read some of them!

VOIEVOD

Vlad Dracula will most definitely remain my number-one priority for this year. So far, the update on the upcoming works for his story looks like this:

I am currently working on Second Chances, the work that maps one of the epic battles of Vlad's life, namely his spectacular duel with the former Voivode Vladislav II that marks the beginning of his second (and longest) reign. I have had to put my writing on hold for a while as I tackle my new uni schedule but will do my best to get back to the WIP as soon as possible!

Next, there is Novus Rex, Nova Lex which deals with the beginnings of Vlad's rule, and the tensions between him and the boyars. This WIP is also a strong homage to the wonderful Romanian movie Vlad Ţepeş (1979) as I have decided to borrow a fabulous scene from it and use it for Vlad's story. Hopefully, I will do it justice!

I would also love to focus on the beginnings of Vlad and Cătălina's relationship. You have already had the chance to meet the wonder of a woman, but the start of their love story and all the circumstances that lead to it definitely deserve to be told chronologically.

If all goes well, I would try to also dip my toes into Vlad's years with the Ottomans and try to explore the Drăculești family. A certain Mușat will most likely also make an appearance.

OPEN HEART

The world of Dr. Laura Levchenko has currently been put on hold for an indefinite period, mainly because I am heavily struggling with the overall story and some characters in it. I would also love to drift away from her role in the romantic relationship and explore her character as an individual. I think there is a lot of work to do for me to reassess what I want to say through my writing and what I want to do with the plot.

If all goes well and inspiration kicks me in this universe, I would love to delve into a series mapping her life directly after the maitotoxin attack. If you want to see Laura away from Ethan and shine individually in her pain, then this might be for you. ❤️️

CRIMES OF PASSION

I have been planning to finish a few works I have in mind for this story since summer but, unfortunately, the WIPs keep being abandoned by their negligent writer! I want to heavily redo and expand what we have been given in canon and turn it into something more serious and personal -- being from Eastern Europe, this story hits very close to home, and I would love to give it the levity and portrayal it deserves. So far, the WIP that I would love to work on more is called Silence, Silence, Dry and Black and explores heavier cultural and political themes. I am aware it might not be everyone's cup of tea but hope you would give it a shot nonetheless.

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

I am still exploring the story and toying around with my M!MC but, if all goes well, I have a very particular idea for a fic I would love to write this year! I am still not sure if I will make a single work from it or divide it into two shorter fics, but I hope to make it happen. Expect pure indulgence on my part as this will be my inner romantic pouring her heart out.

TAGLIST

This way, I would also like to share that I am thinking of creating a taglist for those who are still willing to read my word vomit! I would use it to:

tag you on my Voievod works that I post both here and on AO3,

tag you on my TWC fics that I will most likely post both here and on AO3 when the time comes,

tag you on posts regarding my OH and CoP fics that (for reasons) I have decided to post solely on AO3. However, I have chosen to always make posts with an AO3 link attached to them so that you do not miss a heads-up whenever a new fic is published.

Please, do not hesitate to write a comment under this post or send me a DM if you want to be added to my taglist! ❤️️

#writing update #important!!!

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luxisms · 11 months

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Hogwarts Legacy Character Sheet — Beatrix Luxiem

“We are chained to the earth by a chain of gold, but we dare not sever it; for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”

☾ General ☽

Name: Beatrix Miriana Luxiem

Name Meanings:

Beatrix - "blessed voyager"

Miriana - "wonderful"

Luxiem - "regal light"

Nicknames:

"Bea, Trix" - Common Nicknames

"Queen Bea"

"Honey Bea"

"The New Fifth-Year"

"The Hero of Hogwarts" (1/4)

"The Keeper of the Repository"

"The Heiress of Ravenclaw"

Gender: Female

Birthdate: August 27th, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Personality Type (MBTI): INFJ - The Advocate

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Alignment: True Neutral

Nationality: British

Ethnic Background: British, Scottish, Romanian, and Chinese.

Languages: English, Romanian, Latin

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: London, England

☾ Physical Appearance ☽

Hair: Messy raven black hair that flows down her back

Eyes: Pinkish Red

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Weight: 62kg (137lbs)

Body Type: Skinny, Curvy

Skin Tone: Pale white skin with a rosy undertone.

Style:

Ravenclaw Robes

Dark Academia (Outside Campus)

Accessories:

Blue and white painted fingernails.

Markings: A beauty mark on her right cheekbone.

Scarring:

Scars around various parts of her body from the battle of the final respiratory.

Self harm scars on her inner thighs.

CV: Amelia Gething (Female MC)

Faceclaim/Actress: Auli'i Cravalho

Personality:

Initially, Beatrix is polite and cordial, she’s more than open to the thought of making friends but is not naive to think that everyone she encounters is good. She’s a good person to have in your corner, as she cares deeply about her friends and is always willing to lend a hand (or to help them with their homework). A chess prodigy, she tends to compare some aspects of life to a game of chess, she is quite perceptive and is easily able to tell whether or not someone is lying while also being a master of persuasion herself.

At times, she can come across as morbid and detached but really she's just socially awkward. Not much fazes her and what most people would find disturbing or fearful fascinates her and she would want to learn everything about it. She's rather adventurous for a Ravenclaw but that's mainly due to her insatiable curiosity and the fact that her mind tends to be moving a mile per minute so she needs to do something to distract herself so that she doesn't do something even more dangerous.

Beatrix is very intelligent and ambitious, despite being put in Ravenclaw, she shows and exhibits many traits of a Slytherin but her most noticeable trait is her wit, she loves a good mystery and enjoys solving puzzles and riddles which goes hand and hand with her habit of dungeon exploring and tomb raiding, something her parents had instilled in her from a young age. Like her father, Beatrix has a bit of a mischievous streak but it's more playful than anything malicious, she likes to tease her friends and playfully call them out. That's not to say that she doesn't have a dark side, she most certainly does given everything that she's been through, it just takes a lot to bring it out but when it does, one should be absolutely cautious around her if they don't want to get hurt.

Always the calm, cool, and collected leader as well as a genius strategist, it's rare to see Beatrix upset or angry and when she does, it's jarring (and honestly quite frightening) to see. Beatrix has a bad habit of suppressing her emotions and tends to do most things on her own even if the situation calls for more than one person. It's less that she doesn't want help and more like she's scared to ask for help and with trying to catch up with the rest of the 5th years, competing the Keeper's Trials, and the constant threat of Loyalists, Poachers, and Ashwinders does not help at all, fortunately, this is something she acknowledges and is trying to work on.

☾ Family ☽

Vincent Luxiem; Father, Deceased - A pureblood wizard of a wealthy family, former Slytherin and a researcher of ancient magic, Vincent was an enigma to the people around him and even his peers, he was a quiet man but by all means not shy, in fact, he had quite the wicked mischievous streak. He was intelligent and charismatic and definitely had no shortage of admirers during his time as a student. He was endlessly fascinated with history and archaic forms of magic, often sneaking out of the castle to go exploring ruins and tombs, he found himself mentors in Eleazar and Miriam Fig who he would soon grow to see them as family. Despite having multiple admirers, he found true love in Sorina Albescu who was just as obsessively in love with him as he was with her, the two of them quickly getting married shortly after graduation. He and Sorina had made names for themselves as famous treasure hunters and tomb raiders, discovering many lost artifacts and revealing lost information and history.

Fiora Dalca/Sorina Luxiem (née Albescu); Mother, Deceased - A pureblood witch from Romania, a complete enigma of a woman, little to no information on her before coming to Hogwarts in her 5th year as a Ravenclaw can be found. A bright woman who at times could get a tad bit manic but was optimistically curious about the world around her (both muggle and wizarding worlds) and was often found in places she wasn't supposed to be in or situations that weren't ideal however, that never stopped her, in fact, one would say that it caused her to be all the more intrigued with the world around her. Sorina also had a few admirers but none of them had captured her attention and stolen her heart like Vincent Luxiem, immediately falling head over heels for him, fortunately, the feeling was mutual. She and Vincent had made names for themselves as famous treasure hunters and tomb raiders, discovering many lost artifacts and revealing lost information and history.

Eleazar Fig; Mentor (Adoptive Grandfather), Deceased - After her parents' deaths, Beatrix was taken in by Eleazar per Vincent's final wish, stating that should anything happen to him and Sorina, he would want Fig to take care of Beatrix, knowing that she would be in good hands under his care. Despite their rocky start, Beatrix slowly grew attached to Fig and Fig, having saw Vincent as a son, gradually began to see Beatrix as a granddaughter. Their bond only grew stronger when he began to mentor Beatrix and in private, she calls him 'grandfather' which always warms Fig's heart.

Paternal Grandparents: Miriana Luxiem & Xi Baizhu

Maternal Grandparents: Caturix Floarea & Boian Dalca

Uncles: Omor Dracul (Anastasia's Husband), Dorin Gheata (Cipriana's Husband), Anatolie Lupu (Elisabeta's Husband)

Aunts: Anastasia Dalca, Cipriana Dalca, Elisabeta Dalca (Sorina's Sisters)

Cousins: Stefan Dracul, Darius Dracul (Anastasia and Omor's Sons)

Agrapina Gheata, Lenuta Gheata, Boian Gheata (Cipriana and Dorin's Children)

Odeta Lupu (Elisabeta and Anatolie's Daughter)

Relatives:

Caelum Luxiem (Great-Grandfather)

Gentiana Luxiem (née Waverly) (Great-Grandmother)

Aurelius Luxiem ("Grand-Uncle")

Elena Luxiem (née Felmier) (Aurelius' Wife)

Regis Luxiem ("Uncle")

Florence Sinclair (Regis' Ex-Wife)

Aurora Luxiem (Second Cousin)

Lucian Luxiem (Second Cousin)

Belladonna Fleuret (née Luxiem) ("Aunt")

Gerard Fleuret (Belladonna's Husband)

Roman Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Raphael Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Violetta Fleuret (Second Cousin)

Corvus Ravenclaw (Ancestor)

Rowena Ravenclaw (Ancestor)

☾ Hogwarts/Magic ☽

Wand: Crooked Spiral - Dark Grey

Wood: Cherry

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: 9 3/4 in.

Flexibility: Slightly Yielding

Handle: Celestial - Blue

House: Ravenclaw (Ten minute Hatstill between Ravenclaw and Slytherin)

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: Herbology

Favorite Professor: Eleazar Fig

Least Favorite Professor: Satyavati Shah

Favorite Subject(s): DADA, Astronomy, Transfiguration, Magical Theory

Least Favorite Subject(s): Herbology

Boggart: The mutilated corpses of her parents

Riddikulus: A pair of meowing Kneazles

Patronus: Crow

Patronus Memory: Playing chess with her father, Dragon riding with her mother, Fencing with her grandmother.

Mirror of Erised: Her parents alive and happy with her.

Animagus: In her 7th year, Beatrix does become an Animagus, her animal form is a Snow Leopard.

Amortentia (what she smells like): Vanilla, mint, lavender, chamomile, freshly printed books

Amortentia (what she smells): Smoked wood, parchment paper, fire smoke, cinnamon spice, earthy scent

Quidditch: No

Prefect: No

Head Boy/Girl: Yes (6th Year)

Clubs:

Investigation Team (Founder)

Crossed Wands

O.W.L. Classes:

Transfiguration - Acceptable

Charms - Outstanding

Herbology - Acceptable

Astronomy - Outstanding

Potions - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations

Flying - Acceptable

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

O.W.L. Electives:

Arithmancy - Outstanding

Divination - Exceeds Expectations

Care of Magical Creatures - Exceeds Expectations

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

Alchemy - Exceeds Expectations

N.E.W.T. Classes:

Divination - Acceptable

Astronomy - Outstanding

Charms - Outstanding

Arithmancy - Exceeds Expectations

History of Magic - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Acceptable

Ancient Runes - Outstanding

Magic Theory - Outstanding

Alchemy - Exceeds Expectations

Abilities:

Ancient Magic

Legilimency

Occlumency

Summoning

Unforgivable Curses

☾ Background ☽

Beatrix Miriana Luxiem was born on August 27th, 1875 to Vincent and Sorina Luxiem in London, England, a wealthy family and a prominent bloodline in the wizarding world due to being direct descendents of Rowena Ravenclaw, something that Beatrix wouldn't truly understand until she grew older and started her 5th year in Hogwarts. Her birth was unexpected as it was confirmed by many doctors that Sorina was infertile, something that crushed both her and Vincent as they wanted nothing more than to have a child to love, spoil, and share their knowledge and passions with. So when it was revealed that Sorina was miraculously pregnant, they saw it as an absolute miracle. Despite growing up as an only child, Beatrix had never once felt lonely, her parents loved her immensely and she loved them just as much, plus, she found more comfort with her pets, a kneazle Calcifer and a hebridean black dragon Vasile, even when she didn't show signs of having magic at a young age, something that did make her parents worry but never blamed her for, understanding that it something that was out of her control but the more Beatrix grew, the more concerned her parents became, especially since she kept having intense nosebleeds and awful headaches that would leave her in physical pain and bedridden for hours.

Concerned and frightened for her wellbeing, Vincent and Sorina would take her to every medical professional in the wizarding world that would help her, including Gerard Fleuret, a good friend of theirs and family member and also a reputable healer. Beatrix would become good friends with his children (and her cousins), Roman, Raphael, and Violetta. Unfortunately, there was no cure for her mysterious affliction, most couldn’t even describe what was wrong with her, the best they could hope for was that she would grow out of it when she gets older. Fortunately, her nosebleeds and headaches did slow down as she grew up but at age 12, Beatrix still didn't show any signs of having magical abilities, deeming her as a squib, neither Vincent or Sorina cared about that as Beatrix was their pride and joy, magical powers or no. However, that would soon be the last of Beatrix's worries as her world would come crashing down on one fateful day. What was supposed to be a normal house visit from Gerard immediately took a turn for the worst when three armed assailants broke into the Luxiem mansion with the intentions of killing Vincent and selling Sorina and Beatrix to the black market. Despite putting up a fight, Vincent and Sorina were sadly killed in front of Beatrix who was too terrified to even think of running away.

It was Roman who saved her, as Beatrix was tied up and gagged on the floor while the men were thinking their next move, they didn't notice Gerard and Roman showing up and seeing the murder scene. Gerard, horrified, explicitly told Roman to hide somewhere safe while he went to go get the authorities. Roman, who knew that it would be too late by the time anyone from the Ministry would arrive, took matters into his own hands, however, he didn't stop the men with magic...

By the time Gerard and a group of officers from the Ministry came back, they were shocked and horrified at the sight of Roman and Beatrix covered in blood huddled together. It was then revealed that Roman had physically killed two of the assailants while Beatrix had killed the last one. It was a terrifying and confusing situation but the Ministry decided to let Roman and Beatrix go free given how young they were and labeled the incident as self defense, but now a new problem had arisen.

Now an orphan, Beatrix had nowhere to go nor did she had anyone to turn to, along with the fact that she was considered to be a squib, the odds were looking to be less in her favor. Her saving grace came in the form of Eleazar Fig who became her caretaker and legal guardian after it was revealed to be Vincent's last wish in his will. At first, it was quite awkward, as Fig had never raised a child and Beatrix was still grieving over the loss of her parents. It wasn't until her 13th year that things began to change, this time for the better, Beatrix had finally unlocked her magical abilities...by setting the kitchen on fire whilst making a meal. Despite his ruined kitchen, Fig was happy and Beatrix was ecstatic and so very relieved, with the approval of Headmaster Black and Professor Weasley, it was decided that Beatrix would start Hogwarts in her 5th year but in the meantime, Fig would mentor and train her to hone her magical abilities.

On September 1st, 1890, now 15 years old, Beatrix Luxiem begins her 5th (technically 1st) year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, unaware of the perilous journey she would go on as she discovers her connections to an ancient magic and the legacy her parents left behind for her all while trying to stop a war-threatening rebellion.

☾ Career ☽

15 – 17: Hogwarts Student

18 – 60: Tomb Raider/Ancient Magic Researcher

60 – 70: Informant

70 – 83: Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts

83 – Death: Retired

Priorities:

Her studies

Learning more about ancient magic and her parents

Keeping her friends from getting themselves killed

Earning her independence

Exploring the world

Strengths:

Creative

Insightful

Passionate

Altruistic

Reliable

Weaknesses:

Perfectionistic

Prone to burnout

Critical

Stubborn

Ruminative

Colors:

Blue

Grey

Black

White

Hobbies:

Reading

Playing Chess

Fencing

Sketching

Dungeon Exploring

Stargazing

☾ Relationships ☽

Best Friend(s):

Veronica Delacroix | 5th Year | Slytherin (OC)

Noelle Ottinger | 5th Year | Hufflepuff (OC)

Ines Rivera | 5th Year | Gryffindor (OC)

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

(I'm open to any and all OC friends, feel free to DM me if you want to be added!)

Friend(s):

Natsai Onai

Poppy Sweeting

Imelda Reyes

Garreth Weasley

Amit Thakkar

Samantha Dale

Everett Clopton

Acquaintances:

Leander Prewett

Andrew Larson

Duncan Hobhouse

Dormmates:

Samantha Dale

Constance Dagworth

Mahendra Pehlwaan

Enemies:

Ranrok

Victor Rookwood

Theophilus Harlow

Rivals:

Violet McDowell

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Children:

Vergil & Vincent Sallow (Twin Sons)

Anne Sallow (Daughter)

Nero & Kyrie Sallow (Twins)

Pet(s):

Calcifer (Female Kneazle)

Vasile (Male Hebridean Black Dragon)

Sorin (Male Phoenix)

☾ Misc & Trivia ☽

Beatrix's conception was partially a result of ancient magic, on one of their particularly riskier adventures, Sorina had accidentally interacted with an ancient magical artifact which had allowed her-for a certain period of time-to become fertile. So in a way, Beatrix is quite literally born from ancient magic.

Due to the ancient magic flowing within her as well as her natural magical abilities as a pureblood witch, it was simply too much power for Beatrix to handle as a child, it created a sort of blockage which as a result was the reason why Beatrix was such a "late-bloomer".

Despite now having magical prowess, Beatrix still suffers from nosebleeds and headaches once in a while. They become more frequent the more she pushes herself and becomes more stressed or if she tries to repress herself. On the other hand, should she get too angry or if her emotions are at an all time high, she is able to do catastrophic damage but will unable to get her magic under control which resulting Beatrix having to monitor her emotions at nearly all times.

Her eyes glow red sometimes as a result of the ancient magic in her body.

Beatrix struggles heavily with depression and suicidal thoughts, this primarily stemmed from the deaths of her parents. Of course, she never has told anyone of this and tries to distract herself from her intrusive thoughts, half of the time it works.

Beatrix's favorite poet is William Blake due to Vincent reading her various poems to help her fall asleep. Sorina, however, instilled a love for mystery and adventure into her by telling her stories of her and Vincent's adventures..Sometimes Beatrix herself will quote William Blake just for fun.

Beatrix is a beautiful singer however, since the death of her parents, she rarely sings anymore.

Beatrix's most prized possession is a black Queen chess piece from her favorite chess set her father gave to her on her 10th birthday.

Beatrix hates having her hair styled in an updo other than a ponytail, it's unknown why she does but she much prefers having her hair down or in a ponytail if she has to have it up.

Aside from chess, Beatrix is a fencing prodigy and skilled at playing the violin.

Beatrix has a love for dragons and felines and at one point when she was young, had snuck 16 stray cats into the Luxiem Estate.

Beatrix is the one who designed the Investigation Team's logo.

Beatrix is the ancestor of Katrina Lyon (HPHM MC) and Levi Vanrouge (HPMA OC)

Inspirations

Noctis Lucis Caelum — Final Fantasy XV

Wednesday Addams — Wednesday (2022)

L Lawliet — Death Note

Caitlyn Kiramman — Arcane (2021)

Mikasa Ackerman — Attack on Titan

V — Devil May Cry 5

The Hogwarts Investigation Team

💙 Beatrix Luxiem (Here) | 💚 Veronica Delacroix | 💛 Noelle Ottinger (Coming Soon) | ❤️ Ines Rivera (Coming Soon)

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faintingheroine · 8 months

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Ethnicities of MC Characters According to the Show

Hürrem: Russian

Maria: Russian

Leo: Russian

Mahidevran: Albanian according to Nur Fettahoğlu

Ibrahim: Half Greek Half Venetian (Italian)

Fatma Hatun: Croatian

Rüstem Pasha: Croatian

Efsun: Croatian

Nilüfer: Macedonian iirc?

Ayas Pasha: Albanian

Nigar: Is from Sulina in today’s Romania and has a Russian grandmother. Sulina was apparently very ethnically diverse so we don’t know three quarters of her ethnic background.

Nurbanu: Venetian (Italian)

Nazenin: Venetian (Italian)

Gazanfer: Venetian (Italian)

Firuze: Persian

Gülfem: She is also from Crimea according to the documentary so Ukrainian/Russian??

My Headcanons:

In my fanfic I made Nigar half Romanian, a quarter Russian and a quarter Tatar.

I made Gülşah Albanian without knowing that Nur Fettahoğlu interpreted Mahidevran as Albanian. A nice coincidence. Makes sense considering their weird reliance on each other.

You can add other canon ethnicities I didn’t remember or add more headcanons.

@shivrcys @desmoonl @redxluna @minetteskvareninova

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #ethnicity #mc ethnicities

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shift-if · 8 months

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I like the story😘😘😘😘😘😘

Are there any fun facts about the mc

Sure thing.

MC has no real recollection of their family. Their youngest memory is from the age of 10, at this point, they had already been abandoned.

The way in which they met Carver is peak vampire meets prey. I can't go into all the details since it will be in the story but it will be fun.

MC will have some knowledge of folklore, Romanian folklore they actually learn from Carver.

MC does have fangs but they're on the smaller side due to the inability to shift. Mc does crave blood, and not drinking it will result in the possibility of MC giving in to blood lust. Which is never good.

While MC can't shift, they can experience the same pain one does when transforming into a wolf.

MC was in a relationship with the deceased lover for quite some time before they died. Their passing really impacted MC since the former lover was one of the few MC was close to.

#shift if #shift #mc #carver #supernatural #werewolves #werewolf #vampires #twine interactive fiction #twine wip #twine if #twine story #twine game #interactive game #interactive story #interactive fiction

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asterhaze · 8 months

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Author Ask Tag Game

Thank you @doublegoblin for the tag here! And also @gummybugg for tagging me here!

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

That we are what we make of ourselves, despite our traumas, despite our gifts, and despite our faults. That there are things that people do that are unforgivable, even if they are forced. Also, that true love is patient, kind, and understanding despite its awesome fragility.

I chose these themes because I think they're realistic, they're lessons that are easy to swallow, and that don't need to be pushed in people's faces to be understood. I don't want to spell things out but I also just want to tell a story, so if this ends up not being the real main lesson then I hope you all still like it.

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

I studied Romanian and European fashion from the 1850's to the 1870's. Then I studied American (United States) fashion from then on until I was familiar. I studied history, slang, folklore, LGBT history, etc. As far as what my world looks like, its a cross between where I grew up in a state somewhere along the Missipiipii-fuck Mississippi river and living in Florida but make it gloomy.

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Glen is trying to become himself again after visiting the horrific and disgusting Tiletsu Clan. There he is confronted with a question that someone asked him long ago: If vampires are just more powerful humans, aren't they more dangerous? And conversely, if humans are just weak vampires, are they worth keeping safe?

As a writer, I want to tell a good story where all of the characters (except the Tiletsu and friends) are morally grey, make bad decisions that they thought were good ones, and have to grow up despite having plenty of time to do so. While trauma causes many reactions, I read a lot where the reaction is to forget everything. My experience is that I can't forget anything at all and I wanted to explore that in my writing.

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

About thirty chapters. The outline of Masterpiece is 70 pages long, granted it is an okay-detailed outline, with 33 parts currently. So please expect 33-40 chapters.

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original Content 100%. There isn't anything wrong with fanfiction at all, but I love my original characters and the worlds I build, and I'm not a big enough or cool enough fan of anything to write fanfiction.

I plan to post the first 5 chapters of Masterpiece here on Tumblr, over at Wattpad, and Ao3. Smaller novellas and the entire story will be published with a limited print run at first and the eBook somewhere that I haven't decided yet for purchasing. Starry Skies and Like Minds will follow this same process, but Henrietta and Apocalyptic Cat Lady (Working Title) are web series!

You'll be able to find more information after my website is up and running!

(6) When and why did you start writing?

I started writing when I was 11 and did collaborative writing roleplays with other people my age. Eventually, I became a big enough fan of Star Trek (Kelvin Universe) that I did a massive fanfiction with my friend that lasted years. I made many OCs, had whole stories, had lots of adventures, and then when I went to college it died. One of those OCs will be reborn into Starry Skies and Like Minds whenever I decide to write it and share it here!

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

My blog is under a year old and I have less than 100 followers, it's just the name of the game. When I posted my first piece of writing, absolutely no one found it for a while despite ABCDEFG. What helped me the most when it comes to finding mutuals that actually interact with you is to find "Looking for Writeblr" posts and go through the replies. Check every blog. Start interacting, that's why my intro post has a "Please, I promise I'm just an idiot and really like you blog" disclaimer because I do, genuinely, like a lot of stuff on other people's blogs. That is how I found the great and powerful @doublegoblin @mthollowell-writes @pinkchaosstories and @gummybugg who tag me and make my life great.

Thank you all for tagging me in everything, you make my life a joy.

#writeblr #writing #writers #writers of tumblr #writblr #writerblr #writing community #write #seriously feel free to tag me #writing advice

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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Scarlett saying my heart has me weak 🥸 but she can't know 🤫

Omg she probably purrs with a smirk when she wants to fluster people.

Ugh now you got me thinking. Sweetling, my heart, my love, mine 😵💕

Scarlett actually rarely purrs! It’s a sound she only makes when she’s feeling completely relaxed/happy (or if she knows it flusters you). The sound usually causes her voice to get a bit huskier though.

She also calls the MC all of those things too— they’re on my list! Dearest one is also there along with a few terms of endearment in Romanian (and a smattering of other random ones).

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 22 days

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Masterlist

Multi-Part fics

Tired dad! Lucifer: Intro Part 1 Part 2

Asmodeus' trip to the human world: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Whb thoughts and analysis

Leviathan with an angel kid

Leviathan and his relationship with childhood

Tf did they do to Asmodeus???

Whb x reader headcanons

Making a pokémon team for the kings (+Gamigin)

Some whb characters reacting to being called coaie

Whb characters seeing MC pace around to music (MaDD edition)

First time meeting Gamigin

Gamigin lover headcanons

Showing whb characters animated movies

Whb nobles seeing MC with a random demon

Whb kings comforting MC after a wax

Marbas friendly firing

Avisos cuddle pile (fic)

Mc teaching whb characters a cultural dance

Satan comforting sex repulsed MC

Mc an Minhyeok being siblings (fic)

Paradise Lost misadventures

Miscelanious whb hc

Lucifer is Satan's dad ?!?!?!?

Bael is done with Beelzebub's bs (Teambuilding edit)

Pokémon team for whb characters

Random headcanons about some whb characters

Gamigin calling Lucifer dad

Rating Paradise Lost demons on how safe you are going to them

Paradise Lost is so silly

Whb characters' opinion on manele: Gehenna

Lucifer x Gamigin platonic hc

Paradise Lost nobles being called babygirl

Avisos nobles being called babygirl

IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING HOMESTUCK REFERENCE

Marbas and Buer being silly (tw: romanian)

Shipper Au

The nobles being wingmen for their kings

Average ship war in the MCxking community

Mc trolling the shipping forums (and getting doxxed in the process)

How the kings would react to seeing the ships about them and MC

Ppyong posting ship art of him and Paimon

Kings reacting to King x Seraph fics written by MC

Shipping tier list

"I owe Bimet so much money"

The Seraphs reacting to King x Seraph fics

Morax being a supportive older brother

Nobles reacting to their ship coming true

Nobles reacting to Mc being in a poly relationship with all the kings

Kings reacting to Mc shipping their nobles with angels (or themselves)

Bimet selling merch

Shippers when Mc x Sitri is trending

Mc that wants a secret relationships due to the shippers

#masterlist

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romanttia · 9 months

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My magic awakened mc, Marishka 'Maria' Tepes!she's a half blood of Romanian descent and dhampirs lineage

Outfit inspo💛

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cow-goes-moozart · 2 years

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Some language headcanons

I have no clear idea how the residents understand each other or what other languages they speak

Like I'm pretty sure Leonardo doesn't bother to master French (the pronunciation anyway) so Comte is either fluent in Italian, or understands him somehow.

Theo is fluent in English from working with British clients

Sebastian knows English so he can have more access to history books

Arthur learning something in Japanese to impress MC (from Sebas, not Dazai lol 😹)

Charles only picked up some German and Romanian words that he hears often from Vlad and Faust (still can't pronounce "du vershrumpelte Fledermaus")

And Jean... well.. he had enough difficulties learning French...

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons

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katherinewilliams221b · 6 months

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Our Time To Bloom

Chapter 7: The Serch Bythol

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Summary: Two months after the war, the couple is more distant than ever. Kate accompanies her grandfather on a trip to Ireland, where her past and present will collide in unexpected ways. Charlie stays in Romania with a decision to make: will he follow her and uncover all unsaid things? Romance/Drama /Mystery

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kate Williams (hphm mc, original female character) established relationship

7th, July, 1998

Hours later, after dropping off Kate at the station, Charlie perched himself against a wooden fence at the dragon sanctuary. Lost in thought, he observed as Soule, an older Romanian Longhorn, stretched its wings in the air. The dragon flew in circles, pirouetting through the clouds with the bravest birds joining in its dance.

What a coward you have been, mate, not to join in. And what a fool! You wanted to go! You still do... Bernard has both great humour and profound wisdom, maybe he was the right person to talk to. If you want to talk... Simply trying to pronounce Fred’s name out loud makes your throat close up.

Soule walked past the Sun creating his silhouette in the wind for an instant.

A twinge in his knee made him hiss, and suddenly the smell of smoke invaded his nostrils.

‘It’s normal in the sanctuary,’ he reminded himself, but he couldn’t help but find himself on Hogwarts’ ground, lying on the stones and feeling that same smell.

He clung tightly to the fence, unable to move. The image of the man appearing out of the fire, distorted, only his silhouette visible when lit from behind, slipped into his mind without permission. He had hit him in the knee, fortunately, but at that moment, helpless on the ground, he knew the stranger would not miss a second time.

He struggled to steady his breathing and with difficulty set his sights on the mountains in the distance. He imagined waterfalls and rivers, crystal-clear lakes and the reflection of clouds in their waters, paths overlooking the valley, patches of flowering bushes.

He managed to shake off the vision of his near-death by trying to imagine himself flying, soaring through the skies on a dragon. With the wind in his face and breathing clean air, seeing the world disappearing and getting smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller...

“You’re making my dragons nervous...”

A light tap on the shoulder accompanied the voice, which was just enough to make Charlie flinch and turn away from Sonia, bringing his hand to his hip unconsciously reaching for his wand.

“Sorry.” She said with sincerity in her eyes before leaning against the fence.

Charlie brought his hand to his hair, briefly massaging his head and undoing the small ponytail he wore. He leaned back against the wood next to his group leader.

They both stood in silence for a while, just watching the sky. Charlie’s heart started beating normally again, and he was able to take a deep breath. Still, he brought his hand to his opposite arm and started stroking his inner elbow with his thumb.

“Nervous?” Sonia asked without looking at him. “The lists go out the day after tomorrow.” She added at the look she saw out of the corner of her eye.

“A little.”

“The grant is yours, I have no doubt. And Razvan’s too. You are both very capable.” She said with a small smile.

“We’ll see if the folks at Apuseni feel the same way.”

“I’m sure they will.”

Absently, Charlie continued to make circles on his skin.

“Cool tat,” Sonia commented, looking at the pale skin on his arm. “I haven’t seen it on you before.”

“Oh...” He pulled his hand away to reveal the symbol he wore inked in black. “We only got it done last year...”

Sonia raised her eyebrows.

“Kate and I.”

“Damn. That’s bold. I don’t think I could get matching tattoos with a boyfriend. It’s usually contraindicated.” She laughed, coaxing a small smile from Charlie.

“Yeah, well, they’re not permanent. The guy who did it to us can take them off, too.” It dawned on Charlie that this was the first time anyone had noticed the symbol he was wearing, and that no one but Kate knew of its existence. Not even Razvan.

He moved a little closer to her, extending his left arm so she could see better, and began to follow the lines with his pinky.

“It is, in theory, a Celtic symbol made of two Trinity knots flipped to the side and fused together.” He traced the intricate lines from the horizontally pointing tips to the central circle. “The three points of the knots represent the soul: mind, body and spirit, as well as the circle of life. The two knots maintain their individuality, but when intertwined, they create a perfect circle, symbolising the endless unity between two souls.” He recited as he had been told. He focused on the dragons again, less solemn, remembering with a smile the tale they were told when that man was tattooing Kate.

“It’s really just one interpretation, there’s no factual information about it that we know,” he chuckled" but we loved that story so much we adopted it as our own."

When Sonia didn’t comment on it, he kept going,

“It’s called a Serch Bythol. In Celtic Welsh language, serk means Love, and beeth-ohl means everlasting.”

“I wouldn’t have imagined in a million years that you two were corny as hell!” They shared a laugh at her teasing. Charlie was grateful that she took the weight out of his words.

“Oh, come on, be easy on me, boss, I’m opening my heart for you here.” He said half-joking.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They chuckled again, watching as Soule landed on a tree. “I don’t suppose you got it one night completely smashed in some dude’s basemen…”

“No! Of course not!” He laughed.

“Right…”

“No, we…” he tapped it again absent-mindedly, “it was purely for practical reasons, I assure you.”

He stared at the black ink, praying for it to stay black.

“When the other is in danger, it glows red.”

A look of understanding erased the smirk on Sonia’s eyes. She avoided his stare, focusing on the landscape ahead.

“I always wondered how you knew… That you had to leave Romania that day.”

It scared me so much, the way it burned, he thought. I didn’t know where she was until I received her letter. It didn’t have an envelope or a seal. I couldn’t even recognise her handwriting.

He nodded.

A moment of silence passed between them and left Charlie contemplating his future, his plans. Seeing Soule come down from the sky to take a nap by the rocks made him realise he wasn't meant for anything else. This was the life he hoped for in his teens, and the life he wanted to cultivate. If not dragons, what else? But did it need to be in Romania?

These mountains were his dream since he was a child and he was comfortable here, perhaps too much. He wondered if leaving this place, this group of people he could now call friends would feel like a betrayal. To them and himself.

But then he thought of her.

She had worked as hard as him to get into St Mungo’s hospital as a mere apprentice. And she left for him. To follow him here. She got far as a healer in Bucharest’s hospital. And she left for a cause she believed in. She had been offered a position as a herbology teacher once. And she declined for the same reason.

Maybe it was time to return the favour.

Perhaps, after the Apuseni program, if he was chosen to go, it could be the last thing Romania could offer him and that dream he had as a child wasn’t the end of the line but the beginning.

Before the war, they hadn’t discussed much about their plans for a future away from this place, they both had secure positions, a home and they were content with that. He never dared to dream further from that.

Then the war happened, and they were forced to do things they never imagined they could be capable of. And that tranquil life they had shattered along with their possibilities.

Now that it was over, he thought, after everything that they went through, it was time for new dreams.

Kate was in the picture, he used to be sure of it. Now, he hoped.

“Sonia…”

“Hm?” She began putting on her fireproof gloves.

“May I get… some time off?”

The dragon tamer stared at him with an unreadable expression. She seemed to be registering his question as confusion appeared on her face.

“You shouldn’t. Not right before the program starts.”

“After that, it may be too late.” She kept silent and continued to secure her gear. “I think,” he insisted, “I could catch up later, I’m sure. I’m a fast learner. Two weeks tops.”

“Two weeks!”

“Sonia, please. I never take breaks, you know this. I never even quit when all of that happened,” he added, referring to the war. She sighed.

“I know. I just don’t want you to lose this opportunity.”

“I won’t.”

She thought for a moment and then clicked her tongue. “At least stay until the first day.”

“Of course!”

“Hey!”

Both dragonologists turned at the sound of Razvan’s voice, who flew towards them with a frown.

“Am I the only one who works around here or what? We’re supposed to start the scouting in three minutes!”

“Yes,” Sonia added with a nod towards Charlie, “let’s go.”

Muddy and sweaty, Charlie apparated in front of his house after an afternoon in the forest. He took off his boots before entering the cabin and made his way to the bathroom for a warm and much needed shower.

After cleaning himself, he stepped out of the bathtub in time to hear scratches on the other side of the door.

“Just wait a moment, Grimoire!”

Charlie imagined the condescending expression of Kate’s cat as it sat in their bedroom.

He opened the door with a towel around his hips just so the animal would stop the assault at the door.

“When Kate’s not here, you become an insufferable pain in the ass.” He accused, changing into a shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Grimoire mewled, clearly letting him know that the sentiment was mutual.

After satiating both appetites, Charlie left the cabin and, using a ladder, checked the rooftop for any sign of Whiskey.

He found the owl sound asleep in the small wooden house he had built for him. The redhead frowned and checked his watch. It was late.

While climbing down, he reminded himself that it meant nothing that Kate hadn’t sent a letter. She was probably having fun with her grandpa. Right?

“Yes. She arrived safe and sound.” He said to Grimoire as he entered again.

He made his way to the kitchen counters, hoping that the routine of putting a kettle on would calm his nerves. He instantly felt better as soon as the tea touched his lips, but the nervousness of what would he say to her and, most importantly, how would she react to seeing him there, remained.

Stopping the spiralling train of thought, he gasped.

Her birthday!

He used to be more thoughtful than that, he thought, but the stress of the war and going back to tons of work at the reserve had left him with no energy to think about presents.

The incorporation to the Apuseni program, if that ever happened, would leave him no time to search for something appropriate. He only had tomorrow to figure it out.

Against all odds and without warning, Grimoire jumped on the seat next to him and, tentatively, rested his head on Charlie’s thigh.

“I know,” he sighed, scratching behind the cat’s ear, “I miss her too. You’ll be fine here on your own? I guess you must. Razvan will come, you know him, to check on you.”

He paused, sipping his tea.

“I don’t even know where to start with her…”

He would get to… Cobh? But where exactly? And even if he found her, how would he manage to put in order the things he should say?

Eyeing the coffee table, he saw some random papers scattered around. With a flick of the wrist, a quill and inkwell floated towards him as he set the cup down. With a determined breath, he started writing.

My dearest,

I don’t know if I will have the courage to show you this letter. Maybe I’ll burn it after I’m finished, maybe I will hide it until I’m ready, or maybe I will be able to speak my mind to your face. You deserve as much, and so much more.

My heart stings every time I come home at night. I watch the lights on the tower where you hide from me and I feel as a failure for not being able to reach you. You’ve closed your mind, only to me? Do I hurt you so that you’ve kept your thoughts to yourself?

I talk to Razvan sometimes, about you and I, about what happened, about Fred if my voice doesn’t betray me. He listens, he tries, and I’m grateful to have found a little solace in his friendship, but he is not the person I burn to reconnect with again.

I miss my best friend, my companion.

Is it because I remind you of your own brother, Jacob, that you can’t find it in your heart to speak to me?

I hear you cry some nights. I know about your nightmares. Often I hold you, selfishly hoping you will wake and hug me back. I don’t know what haunts your dreams, I can imagine, but it feels strange in my stomach that you can’t trust me how you used to.

I guess I’ve been guilty of that too, but for different reasons. There is no one else I would trust with my life but you, but I’m afraid I’ve become a burden to you. I find it difficult to know where I stand, where the limits are, how I should act around you.

But I’ve learnt today, the hard way, after seeing you part from me for the umpteenth time and after observing the creatures that roam these mountains, that my approach has been completely off.

You are not a dragon. Never have been and never will. They come and go or they don’t, they can fly, spit fire, the most absolute chaos can burst in any second, destroying everything around them. To be on good terms with them again, you need to sit still and wait. Make yourself as little of a threat as possible.

But you, my love, you are a feline, and cats can sense when one is not confident enough to handle them. So they scurry away. A change of attitude it’s what’s needed or you’ll just see their tails as they leave the room.

All of this to say I hope you will forgive me.

Once I told you, as you lay in my arms, I whispered to you it would be only fair to follow where you lead.

And now I intend to keep my promise, because it was one, whether you know it or not.

Although I should have been quicker to say it,

I accept your offer, if you’ll have me, and I’ll reunite with you in Ireland if I manage to find where you are.

If after these weeks you still seek a life away from here without me, at least I’ll know that my last decision regarding you wasn’t a disappointment or one that I’ll regret.

But for all it’s worth, I want to start dreaming with you again.

With all the love I can possibly keep in my heart,

Charlie.

Before folding the letter, and with utmost care, he drew with his quill a Serch Bythol at the end of the page, hoping she would understand the meaning behind it.

His heart felt lighter, somehow, having put into words his intentions and motives and, he realised as he lifted the quill, that he hoped for her to read it. When the envelope was closed, he placed a kiss on it.

With Grimoire’s head resting on his thigh and a steaming cup in hand, he stared out of the window, watching the trees sway with the wind. He took a deep breath and enjoyed for the first time in months a quiet afternoon in solitude.

A/N. A short one but very much needed, if anyone still cares :) It’s hard writing these days

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#charlie weasley #charlie weasley fanfiction #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley x oc #charlie weasley x ofc #charlie weasley x kate williams #ottb #our time to bloom

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