#septemberrie

Careful, the blood dripping is creating ripples that distort the mirror.

We’re proud to announce the creator chosen for out next interview: @septemberrie !

farah: language, darling

saul:

Hi there! My url refers to one of my favourite colours, blue and also coincidentally with the colour of aconite, which is more commonly known as monkshood or wolfsbane.

I’m a huge fantasy nerd and as most people know, wolfsbane is often used to poison or kill werewolves. Werewolves are definitely in my top three favourite mythological creatures. There is a variety of different species among the aconite and the blue flower is more common but still as poisonous as the rest of the family. Since blue is my favourite colour, I choose that one.

I also picked it because in Greek mythology, the aconite is said to be invented by the goddess Hecate and it was used by various gods for different purposes. But most importantly, Hecate transformed into a cat to escape the monster Typhon, and after that extended special treatment to all cats. Can you guess what my favourite animal of all time is. Yeah you’re right, cats.

Skye, never assume I actually know my words. I don’t have bouquet, I’m sorry! Too fancy for me. Now hurt... 

“Because she’s my best friend, Riven” she squeezed his hand, “and I’d never hurt her like that. I’d never betray her trust like that.” 

“You’re talking as if this is a matter of life or death, Ricky” Riven snorted, removing his hand from her grasp and plating it on her face, squeezing her cheeks between his fingers until she had a ridiculous fish-pout on that made him giggle, “It’s just you wanting to shag your friend’s boyfriend. It’s not that big of a deal.”

She turned her face in his grasp, hitting his stretched out palm against her nose and then bit his thumb lightly, “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

LAST CHANCE TO SEND IN YOUR QUESTIONS FOR @septemberrie !

Hi! I don’t have crumple or kiss per se, but I’ll indulge you.

“You know what else I can ace?” she murmured against his shirt, her lips kissing a path down his chest, slow and with intent.

WIP code name: Stop Staring

Good question, and not too personal at all!

I can easily tell you that the Blue Quarter of Domino was inspired by the Old Town of Tallinn, Estonia mixed a little with the medieval parts of Norwich, UK. I’ve visited the former and lived in the latter and they worked well for how I wanted to portray that part of the Otherworld. I think every new place I’ve made up is based on something - The Bon Accord Ale House, while apparently being a real place in Scotland, is actually modelled on some of the beer halls I’ve been to in Munich, Germany.

In terms of everything else, I guess the questions I raise in the fic about our choices is something rather personal. Studying law and then my own interest in philosophy makes me always think about the societal structures we live in, and why we are the way we are. I used to be very black and white in my thinking, about what was ‘good’ and ‘right’ but having worked for and with some high profile people (politicians, judges, police etc) and having seen and read the worst humanity can do to itself on an individual and wider democratic level, life is full of so much grey. And it probably speaks to my own privilege that I can dive into some pretty horrible areas of what people do and (mostly) still have hope. A lot of people don’t get to feel that. Anyway, I guess I like dissecting the reasons people make the choices they do, and try to introduce empathy rather than judgement (something I often fail at), and that comes out in my writing.

I can also categorically say I have not stabbed someone in the hand. Oh, but fun fact! The scene with the cottage burning accurately describes how a fire behaves in those conditions, as well as the level of injury Erin sustained; Riven wasn’t just being nice, he HAD to open the window for the fire to spread as it did. I had to pick my partner’s brain (he’s a firefighter) to get it right. It’s called a ‘flashover’ and now I’ve said that I better check in with him to make sure I didn’t give him PTSD by having to describe in granular detail the injuries he’s seen 😅 so if you ever need to write about fire, I know a guy 😉