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🥀Love Quote #13

“Your love burns hotter than fire, it scorches my soul. It tortures me to the point where I can not live without you by my side, where I can not die without you near me.” ~ Anonymous to Anonymous

🥀Love Quote #6

“I’ll make you cry out for mother mercy so hard tonight, you’ll forget who you even are. Princess.” Constantine to Adelola

🏵 which OC have you had the longest, what inspired them?

Ooo! Let’s gooo! Alright, so my longest oc has to be between Miss Rose and Seraphina. I created both when I was 8. Romania ( or Miss Rose) was actually inspired by me. She was what I wanted to become when I was older, a sophicated woman who was loved and admired by all with a KILLER fashion taste.

Seraphina was inspired by Avatar: the last air bender and Twenty one pilots. Which is kind of funny now that I think about it. I was watching avatar on my way home one day and listen to twenty one pilots at the same time and that’s how she came about!

🌹 write a vague blurb about your WIP, for example, "a rude elf and a dumbass dwarf find out they're actually related and must stop a big problem"

A sister and brother must stop their friend from screwing the devil.

🥀 Meet Mariya Zoidze

Mariya Zoidze… a woman of many names. And a woman from different universes. That’s right folks! You’re looking at the one and only Valencia! Before she became Valencia.

Mariya is a quick witted woman who loves to keep to herself for various reasons. She is known as the saintess in black, which is a much fitting name as for what happens later on in her book. With the power of pent up rage of years of abuse and with the help of Jezoth, she is able to complete her revenge on her adopted family. Though it did cost her her life, now being labeled a witch.

Well, it more like cost her the last bit of sanity and humanity she was grasping on to for dear life. And it costed her identity as well.

Age: 20 years old

Hair color: Pitch black

Eye color: stormy gray

Just imagine being alone in a museum with your lover and playing classical music as you both waltz together, the eyes of those painted and carved watching you.

MEET ROMANIA ROSE

🥀 Alright, So Romania. The little too perfect protagonist of the book. (Seriously though, even her face is too perfect. But I guess that is to be expected seeing as she’s a literal god.)

She’s someone who loves drama but says she doesn’t, but you can always see her in the back with her fan as she watches with delight. Oh goodness she is a flirt! Getting people flustered is her favorite type of entertainment. She loves hats. The bigger the better.

She prides herself in her intelligence as well, knowing her fair share of politics. (Which should also be expected as she has literally been around since the beginning of the world)

Romania carries herself with dignity, and she never lets petty insults hurt her. Heck, it’s rare to see her angry. And if she is angry, you must have done something bad. Like really bad.

Age: 40 (in human terms)

Height: 7’0

Birthday: classified

Hair: dark brown with hints of red

Eyes: golden brown.

Some Writing Asks for STS

🍇 when did you come up with your WIP? Has it changed significantly since then?

🍈 which oc is most like you? Why?

🍉 how do you handle criticism?

🍊 what is a compliment/praise you've received?

🍋 is there a character that is a fan favorite among people who know your writing? Who is it?

🍌 if you could live in one of your stories, which would it be and why?

🍍 do you enjoy writing villains?

🥭 what are your favorite tropes to write?

🍎 which character have you put through way too much?

🍐 what genre(s) do you not write? Why?

🍑 what kind of fanfiction do you think people would write about your work? Would you read it?

🍒 what is another writblr that has an awesome story that you'd like to boost?

🫐 what's a song that has inspired a recent scene? What was the scene?

“When I said I wanted something. Anything at all. A fight maybe, to stop this wedding. I did not mean getting invaded.”

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A little snipet of chapter 2 on my rewrite of Adelola

Scene sneakpeak 🥀

Citrus. That’s what I smelt when I placed my face against her neck. Sweet, tangy citrus.

The more I smelt the more I became more aware of my surroundings. I became more aware of who was currently in my arms. My grip tightened on her skirts as I took one last breath of her scent in, growling lowly “Adelola..” I felt her shiver, her head turning to look back at me.

Those eyes. Those beautiful golden big eyes that stared back at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A small sweet smile graced her face “Yes, Connie?”

And then somehow, I become even more aware. She isn’t mine. She’s Necos’. I clenched my jaw at the realization. She isn’t Constantine’s. She isn’t mine. She belongs to Necos.

“Come back to my room with me, Lola.” The words left my lips before I could stop them. My brain told me to stop, to not go further with this. But the way her eyes shifted into something more intoxicating kept me put.

Her delicate fingers snaked up to my face as she laughed airly. “You want me to go back to your room with you?”

I nodded, my face set in determination “Yes.”

She hummed lightly, tapping my cheek as she went into deep thought. “What about your boss?”

I scowled “My boss?”

Adelola studied my face, a sly grin forming on hers. She leaned forward, leaving a few inches between our faces, her voice dropping to a whisper “Necos, Connie. What about him?”

My scowl deepened. I tightened my grip on her, as if letting her go would have Necos swinging around the corner to snatch her up. “To hell with him.”

I must have said the right thing because the next thing I knew I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the entrance of the building. I watched her back as she moved, storing away each away of her hip and the bounciness of her curls in the back of my mind.

She’s mine. She will be. I’ll make sure of it.