MidnightRose Artist
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Artist & writer of brightdark fantasy that focuses on unconditional platonic love. I like dragon bonds, & gentle yet defiant MCs. midnightroseart.com
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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT IS NOT ALWAYS ROMANCE

The world may reject for me this, but it's time I'm open about my pain over the word "love" (& even the concept) being taken in so many places to imply romance.

Here is my thoughtful rant, continued below in a page that mentions 1 of my stories.-🧵
(I can't put the bold in alt text, but these are the words on the page in case it's hard to read.)

Falling in love is not always romance. Love at first sight is not even always romance.
All love starts somewhere. Sight is one of many means through which we perceive another being's presence, its need, its care, perhaps just some connection we cannot name. (This does not mean those who lack sight are incapable of love. The lack of one sense often rather than lessening our perception drives us to be more in tune to other senses, giving us deeper experiences and helping us express ourselves more strongly.)
Physically expressed and committed love does NOT have to be romance.
I ask, what love is more committed than the love of a parent who will stop at nothing to protect and care for their child?
I ask again, what love is expressed more physically than the love between moms and babies?
If you have answers to these questions, I must wonder how much you have really lived, how much you have really seen of true love.

I am not one to speak many details of my personal life, but I can say with certainty that love can begin at first sight, or at first touch, or at the first sound you hear from another creature, without it being romantic. I have never experienced romantic love, but I have both seen and experienced love just as deep, and just as heartbreaking when it meets a tragic end, at least in this world.
So many people, and so many stories, speak of healing/moving on, in a way that I find cheap. Grief fades as the years pass, but the missing hole in the heart is never filled. To truly love is to give a piece of oneself to another creature, and when a beloved leaves this world so does that piece of one's heart.
This is not meant to be a judgment, only my take, my experience, which yes could be seen as tragic, but it is more than tragic. Love is worth it, no matter how deeply it breaks us.
midnightrose838.bsky.social
I know, but it's hard when there doesn't seem to be a right term.
I need to learn the balance between looking stuff up/asking around, & just going with the best I can think of when nothing seems to exist.

I mean writing is supposed to be about being creative, but my skills are in character depth.
midnightrose838.bsky.social
I can't say I've read much of the story, but how you describe this makes me feel very strongly about Rushak.🥹

Also, I don't think I've mentioned how much I like his name.
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I tried to do that with Rider & Song.
What happened made me half wish I'd never bothered publishing.😭

I think you're doing better than me though.💖
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This makes him sound soooo relatable.😭
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Well, more research proved my correction wrong.😡
This is making me want to just give up on trying to find the right terms & go with the best I can think of.

It super annoys me, & I'm going to have people hating on me for it, but I write character fantasy, so . . .🤷
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- in a remote part of the kingdom.”

(This one was fun, because there's so much Awndrith hides behind a mask, & I also decided to finally look up words & realized that garrison commander is a better title for Awndrith position than outpost chief.)
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#HumpDay
From book 1 of Lawcket's WIP, currently titled 'Healing's Whisper'
Page 120 is a little after things really get tense with the plot.

“I'm *not* letting Dad not come home.”
“You already lost your father. You can't leave us with neither of you,” Mesellah half pleaded, half commanded, something between weeping and yelling.
She volted herself over the fence as though she were as young and agile as he was.
Lawcket turned and ran–  He had to make sure Aisferk got back. He simply had too– he couldn't– couldn't fail to get his Dad home.
If thinking he would die was unbearable this was twice as unbearable– if not more.
He ran through black vision and threw himself onto Looccup.
Mesellah paused a few feet from the dragon, who stared at her, clearly unwilling to let her grab Lawcket.
“Lawcket, you can't– I hate you– I don't love you– if you do this.”
Lawcket spoke down at his Mom in the firmest voice he had ever used.
“I'm not letting Dad not come home.”
“How are you going to do anything? I beg you, at least don't let Looccup be seen, if she hasn't been seen already–?” Mesellah collapsed into tears.
“She hasn't, and I'll do my best,” Lawcket said gently. “Now let me go, I have to get Dad back.”
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It's Hump Day, folks, and our friend demands a sacrifice. Let's get a page from your wip. Maybe it's the middle for you? Give us a line from PAGE 120

Haven't gotten to page yet? How about just 12, then?

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Wednesday Hump Day

The judgey-est camel you have ever seen
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He has several reasons for being closed of, one of which is actually his mind talent. But even when he's younger, before he meets Furgo, I think there are hints that he cares deeply, he's just unwilling to count anyone his friend, & rather hates being around most people.
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Awww, thank you so much.🥲
It means a lot that my favorite character means something to more than just me.❤️
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Happy birthday Rushak!

It’s hard to find a passage where his joy isn’t bittersweet. Here (pre-book), he’s a young teen, brought on a mountain adventure for his birthday. By his brother. Who has a new girlfriend.
Feeling alienated, he connects with a raven. #Writing #fantasy #WIP #WritingCommunity
As he pulled his hair from his eyes, he saw
against the sky a pair of gleaming wings. It dipped toward him and then rose, soaring on the wind, a
black silhouette circling and then gliding down the As he pulled his hair from his eyes, he saw
against the sky a pair of gleaming wings. It dipped toward him and then rose, soaring on the wind, a black silhouette circling and then gliding down the valley in the direction of the Tooth.

Not tethered to the earth, Rushak thought.
Not tethered to anyone. A solitary raven, complete in himself. He followed it with his eyes, and then began to walk, filled with a need to keep it in view. It passed
out of sight for a few moments, a shadow become one with the black spruce far below. Then a gleam, sun-flash of spread wing, and the raven shot up stark and crisp against the blue sky. Rushak stood still, watching it spiral out and away. It grew small and smaller still. He heard Drisal calling. He did not
move. And against hope, the raven came back, banking in the air currents coming around the mountains. It alighted on high ground, atop one of the far-off gnome pines.
Of the birthday and the raven.
A slice of Rushak's youth valley in the direction of the Tooth.

Not tethered to the earth, Rushak thought.
Not tethered to anyone. A solitary raven, complete in himself. He followed it with his eyes, and then began to walk, filled with a need to keep it in view. It passed out of sight for a few moments, a shadow become one
with the black spruce far below. Then a gleam, sun-flash of spread wing, and the raven shot up stark and crisp against the blue sky. Rushak stood still, watching it spiral out and away. It grew small and smaller still. He heard Drisal calling. He did not move. And against hope, the raven came back, banking in the air currents coming around the mountains. It alighted on high ground, atop one of
the far-off gnome pines.

Of the birthday and the raven.
A slice of Rushak's youth El Diente, a fourteener in the Lizard Head Wilderness. As viewed from horseback on the slopes of a neighboring mountain. The ride that day inspired the scene that I share the two snippets from. Rushak watched their shadows lengthen
against the mountainside as they rode down in the afternoon sunlight. He had almost forgotten the raven. But he remembered in time to catch a last glimpse of it before it flew ... watching the grass, bending with the wind, in the very direction of their
steep descent. The Tooth beside them, above them, across that deep valley, its crystalline landscape very different in this light. Better to be ahead of Drisal now, and have all the view. With no effort, Frasca executed his wish.

"Sticks, *cinshamm!"*

"Frasca is going home." Rushak threw up his
hands in mock helplessness, grinning hugely. He heard the whoosh overhead. He knew the sound of those wings. Only a moment later did he find it odd that he should feel it so familiar, as the raven alighted on the top of a dead pine ahead of him and emitted its lonely croak of utter self-sufficiency.

Of the birthday the raven.
A slice of Rushak's youth
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- between him & baby Furgo are very endearing.

Maybe it's cause I'm a bit crazy myself, but I find his determination to believe in freewill no matter anything, mixed with his willingness to give up even his freedom for what he loves, to so heartbreakingly relatable.
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#AwesomeCharacters
Answering this for Rider isn't going to be any easier.

For 1 thing, Rider is written to feel mysterious . . . hardly human.
I wonder if that itself, mixed when his love becomes so clearly human, even vulnerable, will be what draws readers in.
I've been told the moments- 1/?
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

What is your character's most endearing/compelling trait?

What is something about them that you think will make a reader invested in them and their story?

Is it also the thing you like best about them?

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- he loves.
What I personally find most endearing is a tie between when his protective love takes a defiant form, & the utter gentleness of his care for the small & helpless. It shows in the snippet I've shared recently where he saves the moth.
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This is so hard, because I've lived, & written, expecting that I'm mostly alone in what I'm drawn to.

From what I've shared, readers seem to find Lawcket's fears, the moments when he feels torn between loves, to be relatable, but those moments of course spring from the way- 1/?
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

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What is something about them that you think will make a reader invested in them and their story?

Is it also the thing you like best about them?

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Characters like that are so fun to read.🥰
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As a pair, I would say Av'ry and Fox's most endearing trait is their friendship.

They are opposites in many ways, who fight constantly and irritate each other to no end, but at the end of the day they trust each other with their lives and would do anything for each other ❤️
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Is it also the thing you like best about them?

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#WIPSnips
How am I supposed to not share something that needs a warning with this word?😭
Well, there's no gore but this is a man's fears for his family, for his children.

Horror clenched at Awndrith stomach and heart alike. A future of himself being tortured in a dungeon was bad enough, . . .
“We were sent from the king to arrest you by night, you may save your words for him.”
Horror clenched at Awndrith stomach and heart alike. A future of himself being tortured in a dungeon was bad enough, a future where not only his wife– but his children could be used against him while he was helpless– a future where at best they would have their lives made no better than slavery was something no man could live through even the thought of, and remain sane.
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#Char_Roleplay
Awny lifts his chin with a flick of hurt in his eyes. "Who said I get to avoid anything out of comfort? Do you have any idea what it's like to live with nothing? Literally nothing."
He drops his head. "I guess I avoid being around people who look at me, because I feel safer that way"
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#Char_Roleplay - October 8, 2025

Background Characters - What is something you routinely avoid out of discomfort? Why do you think you dodge this issue?

2 of Swords (reversed)/King of Pentacles
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#Char_Roleplay - October 8, 2025


Background Characters - What is something you routinely avoid out of discomfort? Why do you think you dodge this issue?


2 of Swords (reversed)/King of Pentacles
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Give him a pass. It’s pretty raw.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers linked by a misunderstood power.
The workshop glittered around him.
Beautifully cut gems caught the wan sunlight through the window and scattered it in a multitude of colors,
bathing him in sparkling and brilliance. It was like submersion in a harmonious repertoire of song. A new tune quavered in his heart, but he would never play it. He eased the charred pieces of his letra to the
floor. There was something for the work. And he would not have to so much as prick himself; the pain was bleeding out of him everywhere.

True, the harp was his only loss. His home
surrounded him, tree, branch and leaf. The workshop was untouched, not a pebble out of place. His tools were SAFE. In his chamber, his desk waited beside his bed with all his research complete and unsullied. Oh,
it could have been burnt. It could have been scattered to the four winds. He could have lost everything, like everyone else. But no. Fortune spared his home. It claimed a sacrifice just the same.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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#OctoberThrills 7)
I'm too lazy to find something new, & I still like this little cute moment where Lawcket rescues a moth.
It's a bit long, but no one has to read it.

Lawcket held his breath, afraid of making a mistake and hurting the tiny creature.
Lawcket looked about the garden, feeling a need for a distraction from the conversation.
A flutter of movement in the tiny pond caught his attention. In a moment he was on his knees, having placed the bean basket down, lifting a small moth from the water, on his finger.
Aisferk went to sit on the porch. “Really a lot is your choice. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I don't want to keep you from choosing what circumstances you feel safe putting yourself in.”
“One moment,” Lawcket said, his attention captured on trying to separate the moth's wings from his finger.
It was a very delicate job. The creatures were so tiny, and their thin wings plastered to skin so easily when wet. He had to very carefully use his nail to get between the moth's wings and his skin, and then very gently lift, trying to urge the wings to fold back over the moth's back. The job had to be done over at least a few times, before the wings dried enough to stop sticking to his skin. At least every time was easier than the last.
Lawcket held his breath, afraid of making a mistake and hurting the tiny creature.
“What is that?” Aisferk asked, as he finally realized that something other than the conversation had captured Lawcket's attention.
“A moth,” Lawcket answered after a pause in which he dared not breath lest his finger move apart from his choice.
“You know you can't save every insect in world.” It was hard to be sure whether Aisferk's voice had more fondness or more amusement in it.
Lawcket didn't respond. He'd found so many insects dead, which he could have saved if only he'd been in the right place at the right time. He knew that apart from the insects that died where he found them, there were countless insects he'd never see, but that didn't make him willing to ignore the needs of even insects when he could save them.
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Yeah, I know. I'm just shy even in games.😊
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Good natured fighting can be fun. I imagine I'd just hang in the background & work on the puzzles, & wouldn't share my thoughts until I'm certain I have the hang of something.
I don't like being embarrassed.🫣
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Oh, that does sound fun!
Like I kind of want to be with them now.