#starblcssd

H: How would you describe your style?

uhhh i have no idea. i guess like. chaotic and messy but in a sort of sometimes good way?? lmfao idk i just know i love dialogue and i can’t write plot

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

oh my god well outside of fanfic i aspire to write like brandon sanderson or alice oseman. in terms of fic writers, pretty much all my writer friends who are amazing and talented and wonderful but like. off the top of my head i’m thinking of @kybee1497 because i’m still not over that fucking flarrie ballgown au and i aspire to write something that amazing. 

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

i really don’t write angst that often and if i do, it’s out of revenge because one of my friends wrote angst. i guess if i had to choose it would be maybe alex? or julie. i don’t know. i don’t write angst it makes me sad :(

Y: A character you want to protect.

flynn. i will guard flynn flynnigan with my life and if anyone tries to hurt them i will personally end them <3 i love her so much and she deserves everything good in the world

Thanks friend! From this:

green: do you have a favourite flower?

Dahlias, actually! And not because of JatP, so that was really cool to see them play such a prominent part :D

blue: preferred type of weather?

from this

🤝 - ace bobby and she/they flynn!!!

      𝘋𝘈𝘠𝘚  𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘛   in  the  world  tend  to  be  ones  that  nessarose  longs  to  last  forever  ,  but  often  pass  by  in  the  blink  of  an  eye  .  though  she  isn’t  the  most  free - spirited  individual  and  truly  never  wishes  to  lead  a  life  where  she  is  alone  ,  it  is  nice  to  have  a  few  moments  of  freedom  ,  even  if  they  are  just  spent  in  the  gardens  of  a  stranger’s  home  .  of  course  ,  she  is  very  much  permitted  to  be  there  ;  she  and  her  father  are  there  on  business  ,  and  as  usual  ,  nessa  finds  herself  not  welcome  at  any  formal  meetings  between  politicians  (  despite  the  fact  that  the  sole  purpose  of  her  attending  is  to  gain  some  experience  )  .  and  so  ,  though  it  isn’t  much  ,  she  has  a  bit  of  freedom  in  her  hands  .  to  roam  ,  to  explore  ,  to  socialize  --  and  yet  she  remains  in  the  garden  .        ❛  are  you  someone’s  plus - one  as  well  ?  ❜  nessarose  politely  asks  the  girl  who  has  been  quietly  present  the  entire  time  .  her  question  forms  out  of  thin  air  ,  emerging  into  being  while  abruptly  ending  the  silence  .  she  gestures  to  the  towering  black  fence  that  surrounds  the  mossy  hedges  .  ❛  i  find  it  much  more  enjoyable  when  one  finds  themselves  in  a  garden  that  doesn’t  feel  like  a  cage  .  ❜       

@starblcssd​: “  i’m sleeping my way out of this one.  ”    from jaskier jesus Christ

well, you know i adore you so uh EVERYONE PROBABLY but for specifics !!!

clarice orsini and / or novella foscari for lucrezia tornabuoni ! or maria romanov, we’d have to work around those time differences though

i’m not sure how up you are for duplicate stuff and normally i’m 50-50 on it too, but maybe my juliet and your juliet ? since i write her based off of & juliet which is pretty different so it could be interesting

wendla bergmann for juliet capulet too maybe 

natasha and / or sonya rostova or jo march for jane bennet !

starblcssd​:   ❛ i hurt you. i’m sorry. ❜ from dmitry!

her hands do not lower from her face (like a shy bride that refuses to take off her wedding veil). dolores sniffles, however, indicating that she’s heard him. she must think, because oh -- he’s hurt her alright. a physical wound means nothing to the corpse any longer. a knife here, the bash of a candelabra against skull there -- they’d been her downfall in life, but they cannot hurt. her heart hurts ... no, it is shattered. dolores has not known a pain so deep from within her chest since the day of her wedding (her first wedding ...)

and yet -- ... perhaps his apology is what will put the pieces back together again, one by one. dolores removes her hands’ blocking view (there are no tears, of course, it is all dramatics), and offers her groom another sniffle. she looks down before taking dmitry’s hand in her bony, chill grasp. with a gentle pat to its back, dolores replies, “... i forgive you.”