@sophellaweek day 7 (free day)... tried 2 get this out for au day but it did not work out for me. vampire!sophella anyone...

what if you were faced with the horrors of rebellion but you’re just a kid and the people rebelling are your friends who left you behind. And also you have a crush on the girl leading them

Inspired by this piece by @queefsencen

sophella save me

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by @amandayetagain! (on my main blog, @loveution but bc its writing i wanted 2 move it here)

i love them sm!! (and i loved the fanart u drew of them a couple weeks ago 💕💕💕) so… like in my mind they were like a dating without ever dating situation. friends to lovers to exes. that kinda vibe

and i love that for them (it’s all about the PINING 🤌)

as for headcanons i don’t really have any yet But.

Also have some Sopharella and Linhiana cause lgbt matters and anyone who says otherwise can perish 

Sophie’s eyes are a hazel brown, the kind that you can wholeheartedly trust and feel . Her spirals of earthy brown colliding with the honey droplets of the sunlight were said to have sparkled, when the scraped knees’s pain would bring about jolts of adrenaline, not a regularity and the greatest secrets were not inner turmoils that could rock their entire world. It’s only with Marella where her casual side comes out, where her dimples sparkle and the deep, weathered saplings grow nostalgic again. 

Because Sophie Foster is the earth, but the apricot skies and hidden smiles were the soft edges of her personality was what none of them expected for~

Biana has grey eyes, a distinct sign of her nobility amongst the middle east, a source of fascination as she paraded around like a porcelain sculpture, a flamboyant display of wealth and time packaged into a cutter while awed eyes grovelled at her feet, begging and clutching away the cracks of ichor that bleed from the soon to be closed gaps. But when Vespera sees her, the armour she is built up around herself shatters, twisting and turning and growing into this flurry because the thing she has been hiding away for so long has come knocking and fluttering in and the shattered windows grow as she takes it in, the shards marred by loneliness as they came back to haunt her. It’s only because of Linh, the girl who still had the power to smile and turn everyday into a plethora of shared secrets and smiles that she proudly withstands the scars and wears it like a thinly laid veil.

Because Biana Vacker is made out of glass, but when she shatters the fragments spin in her hands, because she is so much more dangerous than you bargained for~

Marella’s eyes are a deep Sienna, a shade light enough that the fiery spirit that ignites her from within is set on fire, the snarkiness and the comebacks just a mere spark of the fire within. But she’s barely played with the sun until she meets Sophie Foster, a girl who introduces her to the human’s quaint culture of “contacts” and when she sees the rose ones, she falls in love for the second time. When her skin glows orange, red and glitters gold and the bitter nostalgia of burnt embers and meandering scars and a feeling of familial love that she knows is long gone, the fire in her eyes burns bright and calm, twisting and flickering behind the red smoke screen. But when the ball flares, the embers dancing and twirling at her pale fingertips as the blood stains and seeps into her sinful eyes, weaving a story of untold violence and passion that lurks at her true core. Th quiet she leaves behind, the charred ashes that slowly asphyxiate her, it’s only the calm that she feels with the agent of chaos where her core uncoils, and the peace overtakes her as the love washes over like honey.

Because Marella Redek is a spark of fire, but the heartache that she brings and the rebellion filled bones are less than what they thought she was worth for~

Linh has jet black eyes, inherited from the seriousness of the classical piano, the ebony keys perpetually ringing in her mind. However, Linh belongs to the waves, and you can see that in small corner of her iris where a bright blue bleeds in, showing off her imperfectness and cracks, the waves calling her with their lulling rhythm, so full of life yet so uncertain. After Exilium, the emotional currents grew, the storm cloud and barely contained skies that would shower you with rain ever iridescent as she held on to her brother’s nimble fingers, surrounded by the ever present melancholy of whatever the elven world had become. But if you looked at them closely, like how Biana would, stroking her rounded lips as Linh sobbed and let herself feel, you could see the joy of love, the hope of the future, the pain of sorrow, and the fire of a spirit that would never give up.

Because Linh Song was a small water droplet, but the water spilling out from under her, undoing herself is so much greater than what they wanted for~

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

{I might do a part two based on how popular this is? I genuinely want to do a Kam and Fedex one though so…)