#solravki

∗   16﹕   is      there      a      recognizable      pattern      in      your      taste      in      characters   ?

this   one   is   reallyyyy   hard.   i   would   say   that   i'm   particularly   attached   to   the   women   whose   issues      revolve   around   their   need   for   power   and/or   a   conflict   with   their   feminity,   in   terms   of   relationships   or   even   self-image.   i   love   talking   about   womanhood   and   how   it's   not   just   one   concept,   but   a   myriad   of   different   things   that   might   not   translate   the   same   way   from   one   character   to   the   next.   i   also   have   a   soft   spot   for   the   charming   witty   characters   (thinking   about   nikolai   or   jaskier   here)   and   for   the   grumpy   assholes   (ronan   lynch,   my   love).   in   general,   my   taste   in   characters   is   either   i   feel   like   you   so   i   can   write   you   or   i   want   to   be   like   you   so   i   want   to   understand   you.   

∗   18﹕   which      of      your      verses      or      arcs      is      your      favorite      to      write      about   ?

witcher   verse   for   sure,   and   more   specifically   her   black   sun   arc,   that   i   don't   get   to   write   often.   she   lost   everything   she   held   dear,   she   is   lost   and   angry   and   violent   and   definitely   on   the   verge   of   becoming   a   villain,   and   instead   of   choosing   mercy,   she   decides   to   get   her   revenge.   and   it's   like   this   "good   for   her"   moment,   mixed   with   the   fact   that   she   is   becoming   what   everyone   was   afraid   she   would   become.   i'm   so   excited   by   the   idea   that   ishtar,   who   has   always   tried   to   not   be   the   monster   people   thought   she   was,   who   has   started   to   believe   malborne   when   he   said   that   her   power   is   a   blessing   and   not   a   curse...   well,   she   says   fuck   it.   she   says,   if   they   want   a   monster,   i'm   going   to   give   them   one.   and   by   doing   so,   she   becomes   not   only   what   she   was   terrified   to   become,   but   that   also   somehow   justifies   a   posteriori   what   was   done   to   her.   there's   this   like,   circularity   of   time,   and   you're   left   to   wonder   :   what   her   abuse   justified   since   she   finally   became   exactly   what   they   said   she   would   become,   or   was   her   abuse   the   reason   she   became   exactly   that?   and   it's   a   tough   question   because   the   potential   of   being   the   black   sun   was   there   from   the   start,   it   just   needed   to   be   unleashed.   ANYWAY.   i   love   this   arc   and   will   never   shut   up   about   it.   

∗   21﹕   what      is      one      thing      you      love      about      your      muse   ,         &      one      thing      you      dislike   ?

send me stuff and I'll answer your questions with the best of my dumbass ability.

            soft  insides,  jelly  like  organs  beneath  skin  though  exterior  stays  harsh,  stays  the  black  general,  stays  the  unfeeling,  unmovable  shield  for  all  the  grisha.  [  but  are  you  ?  are  you  truly  the  shield  ?  how  many  did  you  sacrifice  ?  WHO MADE YOU GOD,  choosing  who  gets  to  leave  and  who  doesn’t  ?  ]  conscience  grates  on  his  nerves,  it  spews  words  in  her  voice,  little  sol  sankta  upon  his  shoulders,  plaguing  him  with  doubts,  making  him  so  unsure  of  everything.  how  long  has  he  not  been  questioned  ?  no  one,  no  one  dares  raise  their  voice  to  him,  to  question  that  pit  of  wisdom  he  is.

           &.  here  she  is,  appearing  out  of  thin  air,  pretty  face  &.  daring  hues,  unafraid  :  blindingly  beautiful.  throat  is  cleared,  fingers  linking  as  he  looks  at  her  (  wanting,  demanding,  twisted  heart  beneath  ribcage  ).  soft,  empty  chuckle,  it  falls  from  his  lips,  empty  of  any  humor,  surprised  by  her  /  always,  always  surprised  by  her.  she’s  fresh  air  in  his  life,  she’s  sunlight  in  the  dark  night  of  his  existence  &.  she  is  not  his.  fingertips  have  grazed  her,  her  warmth  against  his,  her  power  under  his  control  :  he  nearly  had  everything  he’s  ever  wanted.