my imagination will get me a passport to hell one day

(pro-censorship people don't touch my posts) lucia | she/her | mixed-race [don't refer to me as a person of color, thanks] | 17 | autistic | founder of the cal trask protection squad

[luciatraskwrites]

( i already made an introduction, but seeing how my content and what i want to write has changed in the span of a few months, i figured a re-introduction was in order)

'𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫!

♥ lucia. she/her. mixed-race. jewish. autistic. 17.  ♥ i love classic literature and historical fiction - my favorite book of all time is john steinbeck’s east of eden! i am, if you must know, the founder of the cal trask protection squad. ♥ ( know that i despise censorship of all kinds. i hate it nearly as much as i love rita hayworth. and i love rita hayworth, as you can tell. ) ♥ i run on a queue. i’m not very active as of now due to school-related matters, but i promise i’ll try to catch up with all of you on the weekends. i’ve got one post per day queued

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

♥ though i yeet myself towards the aforementioned classic lit and historical fiction like moths yeet themselves towards lamps, i like writing fantasy and supernatural fiction the most!  ♥ if we’re going to get specific, i write fantasy in more pseudo-19th century and pseudo-early-20th century settings influenced by latine mythology and folklore, with plenty of /white-passing/ mixed-race/pseudo-latine characters, 99% of whom are probably adhd or autistic. because i am projecting and we can’t have nice things. ♥ my goal is to simultaneously provide catharsis and make readers uncomfortable. i’m well aware of the fact that my writing isn’t going to be for everyone, but that’s fine. i write simply because i’ve got a lot to say. you don’t have to agree with me, but i hope you at least take the time to listen. and if people DO find catharsis in my work and relate to it, that’s nice to know. ♥ some themes you’ll encounter in my work(s) are: loss and regain of individuality, battling toxic positivity ( LET PEOPLE BE UNHAPPY AND BELIEVE THE WORLD’S A TERRIBLE PLACE FOR AT LEAST A LITTLE WHILE, STOP FORCING THEM TO BE UPBEAT AND CONTINUING TO FIGHT ), anti-censorship, grey-and-gray morality, complicated relationships, ambiguous bittersweet endings, and a heckuva lot more! ♥ ...however, while i DO have some long-term wips planned, i mostly stick to short stories and poetry because i’ve got adhd. which means i have the attention span of a goldfish. ♥ of course you might also be interested in my work if you just wanna read something that makes you go “WHAT THE ABSOLUTE BLEEP”

𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐫𝐬!

i might check out your work if you...

♥ write works with cynical ( or possibly outright grimdark ) or neutral worldviews yes i like grimdark fiction unironically ♥ write complicated relationships ♥ have pseudo-victorian or pseudo-edwardian settings ♥ write works with neurodivergent or autistic characters ♥ have writings with tragic or bittersweet endings

...hoo-boy, that took a long time to type out. that’s all for now! i’m very excited to re-acquaint myself with the writeblr community! <3

[luciatraskwrites]

i am officially moving blogs!

you can find me on @poisonedpatchoulis - this current blog was feeling rather cluttered and i’m too lazy to clean it out, so i wanted a fresh start.

tagging some o’ the people i know so you’re all aware: @hildy-dont-be-hasty / @writings-of-a-narwhal / @silverscene / @austrohungarianwriteblr / @nyarlieee / @aslanwrites / @absolute-nonsense-scribblings 

[luciatraskwrites]

i’m not moving blogs for now, but i do have a url saved in case i do.

[incandescent-creativity]

LiaHT chapter 16: Demon Vision Activated

[incandescent-creativity]

Rolling my shoulders and stretching my neck out from side to side, I close my eyes and summon as much magic as I can.

The first thing that happens is the appearance of my wings. They burst into existence and seal themselves to my back, as black as they will always be. I almost start thinking about that asshole angel, and how they can apparently choose how they present, but I don’t want to get distracted. The next part is tricky.

I let the summoned magic filter over my eyeballs. I know that this makes them blacked out, too, the same as my feathers and the same as the witness’s eyes.

Finally, the last step, and the most painful. I still have some magic left dripping down my face, and it has go to somewhere. Opening my mouth in a yell, I let the last bits of power be siphoned into my canines to elongate them into fangs.

Out of breath, I open my eyes to a new view.

Any ascended souls that might have been around are no longer visible. Instead, my fellow colleagues are transformed into white-lit figures, who contrast sharply with the newly shadowed souls damned to our torture. 

[luciatraskwrites]

ok i’m... really tempted to move blogs or change my url. again. idk why. i just feel really cluttered here for some reason? even though i have a decent system in place. i have NO idea how to explain why i feel that way, but i do.

i need help-

[halalgirlmeg]

I like how Spain Spanish is just completely different from everybody else

[bax16]

[luciatraskwrites]

so, as a part of working on my writing i’ve been noticing the repetition of the “three brothers” trope in lots of folktales from spain, specifically the catalonia region. the two older brothers are more liked by their parents, yet they are selfish and inconsiderate or much more noticeably flawed. the younger brother, however, is an underdog - made fun of by his family for being an outcast, but the one who triumphs in the end, usually through his kind heart and gentle demeanor.

i spoke with my family about this, and my dad said that one very old tradition in europe - especially in the catalonia region of spain - is that everything would go to the firstborn son when the family patriarch died. this eventually changed around the late 18th century/early 19th century in america at least, and my dad believes that this tradition is what contributed to this trope characteristic to so many spanish folktales.

so, i suppose my writing the lunao brothers is a sort of... commentary on it. i’m hesitant to refer to it as a deconstruction, but it examines the scenario and asks, “don’t you think that if these children grew up knowing that their family had designated favorites for whatever arbitrary reason that would leave them with some sense of trauma?” and that underdog character arc applies to anton in the worst way possible - he does end up achieving whatever goal he has (i’m still struggling to outline the story), yet at the end he has to ask himself, “i got here, but at what cost?”

i dunno. the relationship between the royal siblings of asparora is a very complicate one, and i think that exploring this very specific trope in the context of this story is interesting.

[someemochick]

Quarantine gives me lots of thinking time

[luciatraskwrites]

also today’s salt of the week is: i dislike redemption arcs because those contain implications of a very specific sense of black-and-white morality as in “if you do these (x) things you are beyond redemption and can only improve by doing (y)” when imo i think a much healthier take is “people are not wholly good or evil, it is infinitely more important to find a balance between your own needs and the needs of others.”

[luciatraskwrites]

thinking of changing my url/my blog theme...

[yesterdaysprint]

[captainmera]

trying to get your story together like:

[captainmera]

Explaining your story to a willing ear:

[captainmera]

“I really like your story! is there more?”

[captainmera]

“I like this character, is there more about them?”

[luciatraskwrites]

“lucia trask, as i live and breathe, writing something that’s not terribly angsty and sad? what witchcraft is this i witness before me?!” you heard it, folks! at least this part is, there’s no guarantee that the rest o’ this one is gonna be light and fluffy :]

warning(s): ...creepy scenarios but nothing overly graphic, just “that feeling of unease walking around at night when it’s dark out in the woods.” taglist ( ask or dm me to be + / - ): @austrohungarianwriteblr​ / @blueinkblot​ / @chris-the-dragonslayer​ / @ollieoxen-freewriting​ / @pe-ersona​

The sun has set, Talia and Adrian walk alone in the dark woods. Pale, silvery moonlight squeezes between the dark gaps of the oppressive, twisting trees that circle around the both of them. The only trace of color that Adrian can see are the flashes of delicate red and bold pink of flowers underfoot. Each crunch of bark and pebble that sounds with every step he takes sounds too loud in his ears — even though he knows for sure the footsteps are his own, there’s that fearful little voice whispering softly in the back of Adrian’s mind that something or someone is following them.

“I’m sure we’ll find the first rosebush soon.” He watches Talia squat close to the ground. It’s hard to make out her features save for a silhouette illuminated by moonlight, but Adrian knows what she looks like: Apple-cheeked face framed by puffy red curls, large brown eyes, small round nose, her favorite lavender dress trimmed with lace most likely smeared with dirt by now that they’ve been trekking through the woods for who knows how long. It’s all because of a rosebush — Adrian likes roses, Talia wanted to try and find flowers to show him now that it’s summer and the first roses are coming out (“Wild roses,” she’d said to him, “Are different-looking than what we’ve seen in the palace gardens, but they’re still very pretty.”)

Something coos in the distance — the crooning of an owl, perhaps. Adrian draws close to Talia, putting a hand on her arm. She jerks her head up from where she’s kneeling. Though he cannot see the brown of her eyes in the dark, light still gleams in the form of faint pinpricks against her pupils.

“Are you scared?”

Yes, I am. “No, I’m not.”

His voice shakes. He and Talia are only ten years old, and while her curse may not harm her, he doesn’t know what else could. He doesn’t know what else could hurt him, either. He just wanted to see the first flowers of summer.

“You sound scared.” Her words aren’t snippy or indignant. “Are you?”

“I just said I’m not.”

“But are you really?”

“…Yes.”

“How scared?”

“Very. I keep wondering if something’s following us around here. A panther. A bear, maybe. Or… something worse. Like the fairy who’d cursed you at birth.”

“She won’t be here. She hasn’t been seen for years. Besides, Mama always said she’d only intended for the curse to fall on my sixteenth birthday — and that’s okay, because they’re making sure to keep me safe from anything like spinning wheels.”

She stands up and pulls Adrian close, arms squeezing around him. And in the darkness of the woods, he feels safe.

“But if you’re scared, that’s okay. We can leave now and come back tomorrow. And if anything happens to us, I’ll keep you safe. I have my dagger! Do you want to go back now?”

“Yes. I don’t feel safe.”

Quiet, save for the tittering of crickets from farther down. Then:

“I’m sorry, Adrian. I shouldn’t have made us stay this late. If we get in trouble, I’ll tell Mama and Father that it was my fault.”

[luciatraskwrites]

also i’m getting back into my weeb music, so prepare yourselves.

[luciatraskwrites]

i’ve seen so many others talk about the brothers’ grimm’s much more twisted takes on old fairy tales and here i am wondering “okay what if i pulled an andersen and made this tale ten times more sad?”

[tag-that-oc]

otp: tag the ocs that started out as friends

[celtic-core]