#solravki

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@solravki​ said: 💬  

‘     you were always...     the quiet one.     ‘

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@solravki    said        :        ❝    what    does    it    matter    if    you    gain    the    world    if    you    lose    your    humanity?    ❞        

«        does    humanity    matter    that    much?        »            she    asks    without    hesitation,    blue    eyes    turning    toward    the    grisha,    her    stare    as    profound    as    a    bottomless    pond    in    which    one    knows    not    to    approach    too    closely,    in    fear    of    losing    oneself    in    the    picture    painted    by    the    ricochets    on    the    water.        «        the    world    is    quite    big,    and    "i"    is    such    a    small    concept.        »            the    beginning    of    a    smile,    growing,    as    her    fingers    tap    on    the    table    between    them        ;        once,    twice,    thrice.            «        sacrifices    have    been    made    for    far    less,    you    know.        »

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16, 18 and 21!

∗   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   ?

ishtar   is   not   a   good   character,   her   first   instinct   is   not   to   help   people   and   she   has   no   heroic   bone   in   her   body.   but   i   love   how   complex   that   makes   her.   her   intentions   are   sometimes   as   simple   as   "i   wanted   to   do   that"   but   it   never   comes   from   being   a   genuinely   good   person.   there   are   hidden   intentions,   and   i   feel   like   that   makes   her   a   complex   character,   and   writing   is   always   fun   because   i   get   to   dive   into   these   intentions,   and   sometimes   they're   not   even   things   i   would   have   thought   about   or   decided   in   the   first   place.   the   one   thing   i   dislike,   though,   is   that   it's   really   difficult   to   create   meaningful   relationships   with   other   people   because   ishtar's   main   characteristic   is   that   commitment   is   really   hard   and   terrifying   for   her   and   she   avoids   it   a   lot.   so   when   trying   to   plot,   i   always   have   to   find   the   one   little   detail   that   makes   ishtar   stay,   because   otherwise   the   relationship   (be   it   platonic   or   romantic)   would   not   happen.

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∗ 26﹕ who  was  your  very  first  muse ?  would  you  consider  writing  them  now ?

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

26  :  WHO WAS YOUR VERY FIRST MUSE ?   WOULD YOU CONSIDER WRITING THEM NOW  ?   oh god this is such a cringey weeabo answer but kenshin himura from the rurouni kenshin series,  one of my favourite animes of all time.   old anime just hit different at the time and it was a surprisingly good action thing with important themes on life and death and morality.   I still have his old archive up somewhere and go back when I need a laugh,  and I have been thinking on writing him for a while as I’ve done so twice in the past few years.

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@solravki   :              ❜ you can still be good. ❜

            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.

           ❜  oh  solnishko,  ❜      coloring  his  words  with  mocked  disappointment,  hiding  away  the  desire  for  her  to  be  right,  for  her  words  to  be  true.  for  he  has  gorged  himself  on  blood,  made  terrible  choices  &.  been  cruel  :  he  has  sold  whatever  soul  he  had  left,  crushed  any  whisper  of  humanity.  aleksandr  had  to  die  for  the  darkling  to  exist.      ❜  do  you  really  think  there  is  any  goodness  left  in  me  ?  ❜      to  be  mocking,  to  diminish  her  to  what  she  should  be  (  an  ignorant  little  girl  )  but  his  heart  is  hers  &.  that  traitor  would  see  him  at  her  feet,  begging.