Hi, it took me forever to find your Tumblr account since the link on AO3 wasn't working. I was just wanting to check and see if you are the author of Constellations Inked In Blood? If you are, when do you think you might update again? I totally understand if life has gotten crazy or if you have writer's block, and it's perfectly fine for you to take some time to do it, I was just wondering if there is a timeline or if you have an estimate on when the next chapter might be released? It's definitely one of my favorite fics, I'm rereading it now for the third or fourth time. You are an amazing author and I hope you are doing well, life is going well, and your day is going well!
Constellations is one of my favorite pieces because of its intricacies and I love HP but… it’s a fandom that despite all of your lovely things in my inbox and quiet support, Haladriel has provided me a community when life has gotten me down. I do have some writers block due to just generally everything going on with life. But more importantly, when I’ve been unable to write for that particular fic, I don’t have the same community that I do for working on my Haladriel fics.
It’s not abandoned just… it’s not the writing am able to do right now. Nor is it the writing I need to write during this season of big life changes. I know I’ll be back, just, when I am writing the stories that I feel need to be told.
Hi, it took me forever to find your Tumblr account since the link on AO3 wasn't working. I was just wanting to check and see if you are the author of Constellations Inked In Blood? If you are, when do you think you might update again? I totally understand if life has gotten crazy or if you have writer's block, and it's perfectly fine for you to take some time to do it, I was just wondering if there is a timeline or if you have an estimate on when the next chapter might be released? It's definitely one of my favorite fics, I'm rereading it now for the third or fourth time. You are an amazing author and I hope you are doing well, life is going well, and your day is going well!
Constellations is one of my favorite pieces because of its intricacies and I love HP but… it’s a fandom that despite all of your lovely things in my inbox and quiet support, Haladriel has provided me a community when life has gotten me down. I do have some writers block due to just generally everything going on with life. But more importantly, when I’ve been unable to write for that particular fic, I don’t have the same community that I do for working on my Haladriel fics.
It’s not abandoned just… it’s not the writing am able to do right now. Nor is it the writing I need to write during this season of big life changes. I know I’ll be back, just, when I am writing the stories that I feel need to be told.
A/N: Hi my little darings, well as promised (a bit late, I know…) here’s one fic of the ones I wrote as a thank you, to all of you who helped my friend by liking their little FB post, and even if you didn’t have the chance to support them, I hope you enjoy this little piece. This has been in my WIPS for ages. Let me know what you think!
Lena Luthor x R/John Wick AU //Word Count:2,759
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Lena’s lunch time started with a bang.
She didn’t think too much of it at first as she was sitting at her desk and about to enjoy her food. But then another couple of bangs followed and she knew it hadn’t been just loud sounds. She called Jess immediately but even her amazing assistant was unaware of what was happening.
“I don’t know, Miss Luthor, I’m trying to call security but it seems-” A louder bang interrupted Jess, and she yelped in response.
“Jess!” Lena called, but she could hear nothing on the other side.
She left the phone, making a run for her purse, which she had left on the couch of her office. Inside, she recalled with regret, she had left the watch Supergirl had given her in case of emergency, and this one was very much it. Lena reached her it and rummaged frantically on her bag until she found the watch, but her office doors burst open before she could press the button.
Soulmate AU, please? (With A/B/O you're comfortable?) Fem!Reader (or Gender-Neutral) hasn't experienced much in her life, other than the experiments CADMUS had done to her shapeshifting powers. All she knew of the world outside the facility was what she'd learnt in the stories a sympathetic scientist would sometimes tell her when she was still a kid, to calm her down during testing. After 2 decades the scientist had enough and helped her escape, landing her in the arms of another Luthor.
A/N: Aaaand here another request you guys, writing a few fics in parts due to how long they get to be at the end. Thank you to the lovely person that sent this one, I'm sorry it's been ages, i still hope you can enjoy it. Love you guys
Lena Luthor x Fem!R/Shapeshifter//Word Count: 2,413
"Subject C-308, ready for testing." A voice sounded through the speakers of the room and immediately the lights went on, blinding your eyes.
You couldn't use your hands to cover your face. They were tied to your sides with restrains to the medical bed you were laying on. It was the same with your feet, where the restraints were even tighter. Silhouettes started to moved and hoover above you, all covered in masks, blue suits and white gloves, looking down at you.
"Phase one of Project Lykaon, subject C-308, ready for intervention." A deep voice, from one of the silhouettes said. "All things set. Ready to start protocol."
"Initiate procedure." The same voice of the speakers sounded and the figures above you started to move.
You would have wished to tell them about the lights, how bright they were and how they hurt your eyes. About the ties around your wrists and feet, how uncomfortable they were, but the gag in your mouth didn't allow it and before you could even think of making a sound, it all went dark.
That was one of the first memories you ever had in your life, and it looked almost the same for the rest of it. It was all uncomfortable restrains and chains, white walls and white lights, the constant smell of antiseptic and cleaning products, knives, syringes, and endless surgical procedures. With no contact outside four walls of that place that felt more like a cage.
A cage fit to held the animal you were sure you were becoming.
After each intervention, after each transformation, with this savage instinct inside of you always in the edge of taking control. You were more beast than human, they used to say and you almost believed them.
But Dr. Jeremiah wouldn't have any of it. He was a different memory, a kinder, softer reminder that you were indeed human. The only person to ever treat you with compassion.
Before your interventions, on those terrible moments when you felt the anger and fear building up inside of you, threatening to tear to shreds anyone that dared come near you, he would come to talk you down. Dr. Jeremiah seemed to understand, how you would have done anything to put a stop to it. The numbness, the tiredness, the overwhelming sensations and pain that came each time after you were taken out of your room. But he would talk to you, speaking softly, assuring you you were going to be just fine, because you were stronger than you thought.
He would come after the operations to check up on you, sitting beside your bed with a worried expression, telling you stories about what awaited for you in the outside world, a world that was bigger than an operations room and your own. A world full of wonders like grass, sunsets, the sunshine, flowers, snow, and love. Whatever those things were.
"What's love?" You have asked once. He had paused then and thought for a long moment.
"Love is when two souls find and want each other." He had explained.
"What's a soul?" You asked then.
"It's something inside of you. The strongest part of you, (Y/N)" He smiled, only he called you with a name. "Your soul is everything you feel, and when you feel something so strong for someone else that means you have found your soulmate."
"A soulmate." You have whispered and frowned, still unsure of that idea.
"You will know it when you see them. It will feel as if you have known them all your life and everything you have been through will make sense." At that moment you had been too young to understand what he meant, but you would do it in due time.
Years passed, you became older but he kept telling you those stories. The ones you liked more where about the people. People that didn't hurt others just because they had the power to do it. He would even speak highly of one scientist he knew, so different from the ones you had met so far. A woman he had met time ago, someone so kind and loving that you liked to imagine her sometimes too and dream about meeting her in the outside world, to finally know something else apart from the nightmare that was being trapped there.
The dream came true a decade later, when you had grown up so much that it took them more and more people to control you. Dr. Jeremiah had been right, you were stronger and even stronger than they thought you were. That was one of the few joys you had then, besides the stories Dr. Jeremiah retold for you. Your powers grew too, the size of your body as you transformed, the length of your claws and teeth, the range of your sense of smell, the vision of your eyes. More powerful than the child you had been once.
Still, it wasn't enough for them.
"I think you enjoy your time with her a little too much, doctor." The voice of a woman caught your attention as you tried to fight the numbness of the strong sedatives.
You had been injected after being taken to the testing room, after finding out you could take three men with a single swing of one of your clawed hands, to keep you under control.
"I'm just trying to be comforting. Seems to help with her neural responses." Dr. Jeremiah was as indifferent as he could be.
"Well, you won't have to worry about that for much longer." The satisfaction in that woman's voice was noticeable and also the way you seemed to respond to her, with a terrible feeling of submission that was difficult to shake compared to any other people. You never felt like that in the presence of Dr. Jeremiah. "Project Lykaon has been terminated. She will be taken to another facility, and you can perform her last surgical procedure if you are that attached to her."
"Are you sure you want to dispose the only test subject that has survived all the interventions, Lilian?" His word came with a hint of outrage and concern. "With her powers she could still-"
"I spent too many resources already on this project, doctor. Besides, she's still incapable of following directives from her superiors, even when she seems compliant at first. And we can't do much with only one successful specimen, can we?" The woman cut him off and there was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "There's no need for more interventions. She will be taken tomorrow. After her autopsy, we will see which parts of her can be salvaged."
After the conversation was over, you tried to open your eyes looking for Dr. Jeremiah but he wasn't there anymore. You felt a certain heaviness in your chest, but you couldn't dwell on it as the sedatives finally won over you.
You woke up after a deep slumber restrained to a metal bed, only wearing a simple set of pants and shirt. As your senses returned you noticed you were being transported through the dark narrow hallways of the facility you had known all your life, but there was something different this time. You still felt a fog clouding your mind and the heaviness in your chest came back. It lessened when you heard Dr. Jeremiah's voice, who was talking with the armed men that transported your bed, giving them instructions on where to take you.
You moved your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the place you were going and noticed those weren't the usual turns and hallways you had grown accustomed to. When Dr. Jeremiah noticed you were awake, he put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
After a moment the movement stopped, you were left looking at the ceiling while Dr. Jeremiah talked with the men. He convinced them of leaving you and him alone for a moment, before they had to put you in the van. The men left without much complain, and the doctor seized the moment to act.
"(Y/N), listen to me." He rushed to try to loosen up your restraints. "I'm not letting them take you. You understand?"
The only thing you could do was nod as he kept moving, loosing the restraints on your naked feet and hands.
"You must remain on the bed. Don't move until I tell you to." You nodded once again. You saw him then take a vial and a syringe from his pocket and prepare it. "This will counteract the sedative in your system, you will be more alert in a few minutes, but remember, don't move."
He had injected you just in time before the armed men came back. They pulled your bed around and finally pulled you into the back of an armored van. They sat around you, two men at each side, guns in hand, along with Dr. Jeremiah on your left, who kept an eye on you at all times. As the vehicle started to move you also started to feel less and less numb with each passing minute. You were aware of each bump of the road, hear the sounds of the city in the distance, and your sight adjusted to what was around you as you squinted your eyes to see, trying not to get noticed. Just when you felt like your body was completely awake, you started to wonder what Dr. Jeremiah would do. Not much time had passed but the minutes felt like hours as you tried to be still.
Then you saw movement. Dr. Jeremiah was pulling something out of his pocket, and you opened your eyes to see him better. He looked at you, nodding slowly and with a fierce expression. Almost like telepathy you understood, you had to get ready, and in a second everything turned into chaos.
Dr. Jeremiah, in a faster move than you thought him capable of, pulled a teaser and attacked the man next to him. Almost immediately the rest of the men responded raising their guns at him. However, they didn't expect you to act as quickly as them or even you breaking your restraints so easily.
You grabbed one of the men with your right hand by his bulletproof vest and tossed him against the other one. Your strength, without the need of transforming, was enough to leave them on the floor. You didn't get the change to feel pleased with your work as a deafening bang went off on the left side of your head. You screamed as you raised your left hand towards the last man remaining, ignoring the ache in your head you managed to slash his side and right arm with your nails, now turned into claws. He had tried to eliminate you, but Dr. Jeremiah had managed to push him before he could do it.
The van stopped abruptly and took a sharp turn that made you fall from the metal bed. With your restraints already loose, it was easy to free yourself from them but as you tried to recover from the fall you felt a dizziness making it hard for you to stand up. A hand on your arm pulled you up. Dr. Jeremiah was on your side hurrying you up before the back doors opened. You couldn't hear his exact words but it didn't matter, with the adrenaline running once the back doors opened and you looked at two other agents pointing at you with your guns, you went feral.
Bullets flew the moment the agents saw the enormous black figure lunching at them, but your white sharp teeth showing as you growled and your black nail claws heading straight for their heads were enough to put a final stop to it. You jumped out of the van, leaving two more bodies behind you. A couple of bullets managed to hit you in the chest and arms but you would be recovering quickly, interventions had been done to make sure it didn't take too long.
Dr. Jeremiah jumped out of the van a moment later, gripping his shoulder. You smelled his blood and approached him with a hint of worry in your transformed face.
"It's alright. I'm okay." He smiled softly at you and looked around the streets. They were empty and there seemed to be no people around. "You have to go now. More will be on their way."
You protested with a whimper.
"I'll be okay, don't worry about me." Dr. Jeremiah moved his hand to one of his pockets an pulled a small piece of black fabric. "Run and don't stop. Not until you find her."
You came close to it, sniffing the fabric he held for you. Many scents were mixed on it, from Dr. Jeremiah, from the woman he had talked before, and another you couldn't identify. It wasn't as different from the woman, but it was distinctive enough you believed you could find it without confusing the two. You guessed you had to search for another woman and, feeling like it was a sort of treasure hunt, you let yourself imagine you would find that scientist he had talked about to you years ago.
But doubt filled your head as you looked at him, wondering what would happen to him once you left. There was also that pressure in your chest once again, as you thought what awaited in the outside world now that you had the chance to leave all this behind. All, including him.
"I have to stay." Dr. Jeremiah said catching his breath. He raised his good arm at you, caressing the black fur of your head with his hand as a way of last goodbye. "You go now, (Y/N), go and don't look back."
You pressed your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The last comforting sound you heard before screeching tires approached in the distance. They were coming for you. You had to leave.
You ran, darting into the shadows of the city, focusing on the memory of the scent Dr. Jeremiah had given you. Moments later you heard shots behind you, but you had been too long gone for them to even catch the sigh of you. You hoped those hadn't been directed to the doctor instead.
You used all your strength and speed to wander between warehouses and factory buildings to reach the urban lights on the other side.
So after finishing the second read through of the series, I decided I wanted to get a true feeling for the scale of the place and the first thing I had to do so was Minecraft. So I've been working on it for a while and I'd figure I'd share some of the results.
Three things to keep in mind:
This is Minecraft Java Edition, unmodded, no texture packs. There are somethings it just cannot do, or do so in a nice way, like angles and circles.
I based it on the illustrations in the book more than the text and those don't match as much as you might think. Thus this is not book accurate, and not super accurate to the illustrations either.
It's not done, not by a long shot. Most of what you'll see are mock ups and samples of the overall structure. It's way, WAY too big to do more than that.
With that, I present the Scholomance, done in Minecraft.
Dorm room, generic. No, I didn't model El or Chloe's rooms.
Dorm landing. Only those four doors have actual rooms.
One of the library reading "rooms."
Mezzanine reading room.
Cafeteria.
Maleficaria Studies, just the bare bones of the space right now.
Small classroom.
Language Lab.
Small Alchemy Lab
Workshop
Senior Seminar Labyrinth.
Gym.
Graduation Hall.
Graduation hall doors.
Scholomance from the outside.
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This Reddit thread collates all the build journals over on Imgur (how many social spaces can be connected together?). There are a lot more images than these few I posted here. The most recent back up is linked in the last image of Build 11. Feel free to download and explore. If you get running on a server, let me know, I'd love the help to finish it.
I love how Liesel is to El what El is to Orion. Someone who forcibly yanks them from the scruff of their neck away from a cliff with sound logic and higher intellect when they’re about to stupidly jump off.
I've seen a number of people now say they don't get why the Liesel sex scenes were included, and I wanna come to their defense now.
I think the scenes make two perfectly valid points;
1) Casual sex can be good and healthy for you. I feel it was firmly stablished both times that El has sex with Liesel because she needs solacing, and sex is an uncomplicated way of making her feel good and grounded in her body. That's... literally it. El had sex because it feels nice. You don't need any more reason than that.
2) El and Liesel are bisexual. Very easy and direct way of stablishing both of these characters are bi. They are queer. They are into girls. I, for one, am fucking overjoyed. We love explicit representation in this house!!
I feel like the disconect is from people thinking sex HAS to be meaningful and profound? I, for one, think it's totally fine and sweet if sex is just something casual El does with a friend.
Which also brings me to my third point:
3) Liesel and El friendship arc! The first sex scene, El is convinced Liesel is doing this to get something out of her. By the second one, she knows Liesel is doing it just to help her. The sex is part of their mini-plot of becoming friends and allies, plus it ties into Liesel's mini character development arc of dropping years of obsessive revenge planning to go save the world with her new annoying hippie kumbaya best friend, and I, for one, think it's fantastic.
I’ve been wanting to draw characters from A Deadly Education (and all of Naomi Novik’s books) for ages, and finally did some drawings of the crew in Book Two ✨💎🌋🪕🐁🧪 + doodles of them (plus Orion) still stuck in Book One mode 👾
Can’t wait for the Book Three, The Golden Enclaves - which comes out today!! ✨ 📚🤩
Anyway my favourite part of The Golden Enclaves is El's old classmates being absolutely ride-or-die for her, but she has no room in her internal narrative for being looked up to with admiration and respect so she just completely fails to process it even a tiny bit.
It's been several weeks since I read The Golden Enclaves and I occasionally still think about how Liesel looked at El and went "well, I have to seduce her, for the good of humanity, in case I need to use my wiles to pull her back from self-sacrifice and/or madness."
I love El's character growth in the books so much. I love how my girl goes from:
"If I bust my ass even more and prove my worth and maybe beg, perhaps, just maybe, if I'm lucky and Aadhya takes pity on my soul and if the stars align and I work hard enough, perchance Aadhya and Liu will want to help me"
to
"I don't know what the fuck to do, where is my girlfriend so I can ask her."
The Ultimate Dark Academia Book Recommendation Guide Ever
The title of this post is clickbait. I, unfortunately, have not read every book ever. Not all of these books are particularly “dark” either. However, these are my recommendations for your dark academia fix. The quality of each of these books varies. I have limited this list to books that are directly linked to the world of academia and/or which have a vaguely academic setting.
AN: Kara is not Supergirl. She’s human and a reporter :)
Many of you have requested a part two so here you go! This is part of a book that I’m working on so enjoy this sneak peek
“This was a mistake.” Lena paces around inside her penthouse.
Kara stands awkwardly in the middle of Lena’s living room. She watches her lover in distress, her mind running into a million thoughts. What would Alex say when she finds out? What would Eliza think of her when she finds out?
A/N: Hello dears, so here it is the infamous fic I’ve been writing. I really hope this fullfils my dream of crushing your hearts once again and that you have a fun time agonizing over this final choice. Because yes, I’ve made this a multiending fic…As always, remember to tell me what you think, is it something you want me to keep doing for other fics? Also, how did you feel after this? pls let me know. Also i made this PLAYLIST if you want to add some feeling to this while reading… Enjoy!
Lena Luthor x R/Hanahaki AU//Word Count: 3,464
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It is possible to die of a broken heart.
You look it up somewhere in the internet. It’s similar to a heart attack, caused by a very strong and emotionally stressful event. The death of a loved one, a breakup, a betrayal. It’s treatable and rarely fatal. Following the recommendations of your doctor, you can make a full recovery within weeks. Still, it is possible to die of it.
You don’t have a broken heart. You wish you had one. Because love, the one only you feel, is growing inside of you and it is much worse than that.
Thankfully, compared to others your condition it’s not as painful as it could be.
You have heard about people with roses inside them, how their thorns puncture their pharynges with every breath they take. Others don’t get flowers. They get apple or cherry trees with their fruits pouring juice inside their lungs and out of their mouths. Some others have pines and spruces, with cones constricting their organs and rib-cages until they bones break.
So you look at the small white petal that lays in your hand and think that, in your case, it is something almost magnanimous.
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