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OHHHH

@gqhastlyqueer @trueblue2009 @blood-stained-blond @saturn-77 😼😼😼

Bringing this back because I saw it in the wild and wanted to start a new chain!! (I’m NOT including Emma Perkins tho because… I’m evil 😈)

Originally by: @deardarlingthings

Tags (no pressure at all!!):

@eggingtontoast @samscorch @tapestryoftrauma @wigglys-dikrats

Anyone else who wants to participate is absolutely free to do so!!

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OHHHHHH

1. torture methods. christians being persecuted, medival torture, the viking ages, etcetc.

2. carmilla. lesbianism. feminism. girlhood. horror. written as a cautionary tale -> transformed into a vampiric lesbian novel pipeline.

3. how things have progressed over the years??? lgbtq+ rights, blm, clothing, etcetc.

4. music. everything about it.

5. my book drafts .. 😦😦

open tags!!

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

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👀👀👀

open tags :))

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

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<33

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

everybody scream - florence + the machine

rid of me - pj harvey

open tags!!

MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!

i feel like starting a tag chain so i hope this works out :)

reblog this with 3 songs:

the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to)

your current favourite song

a song of your choice

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mine:

its now or never - elvis presley/love in the dark - adele

trastevere - måneskin

nevermore - queen

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tagggzzzz: (np ofc) @heartstopper-lover123 @s0lit4ir3 @ali-da-demon @vicwritesfic @skeelly @charliethinks @tori-my-love @chronic-skeptic @toulouseradiosilence @stewpid-soup @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @pessimistic-gh0st @theshyqueergirl @crowleybrekkers @a-bowl-of-soop @frogfairy444 @robinheaney12 @fairyghostgirlgaming @thatsawesomedontyouthink @venusplanetoflove2 @thelovelyvie @abookishshade @spir4nts-lun4r @i-have-no-idea-111 @kit-the-queer @a-wondering-thought @scatteredraysofhope @coco6420 @softlyunbreakable @givennnnnn @far-beyond-saving @darling-im-wonderstruck @heartstoppernerdsstuff @nonbinary-idiot-obviously @rebelrobinrules1984 @daydream-of-a-wallflower @leonine-elizer @angel-devil-star and anyone else who wants to join!!

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THANKKK UUU

currently reading: an education in malice by st gibson (carmilla is such a loser lesbian i love her)

last song: the ending acoustic instrumental from thirteen 😭😭

last film: PADDINGTON ‼️‼️‼️

last series: yellowjackets 😼😼

sweet/savoury/salty/all

tea or coffee: TEA.

working on: making my junk journal feel bonita

taggingggg: @blood-stained-blond @gqhastlyqueer @trueblue2009 @saturn-77 and anyone else who wants to join!!

Tag people you want to get to know :)

I LOVE THESE thank you @caffeinated-bones ^_^ <3

currently reading: Cinematography (Kris Malkiewicz), Breaking In (Nicholas Jarecki), & Low-Budget Film (Robert Latham Brown) i love my film related books

last song: What It Is To Burn by Finch or w.a.m.s. by Fall Out Boy

last film: Fight Club! 7th time i’ve rewatched it this year..

last series: Supernatural, watching S10 E9 rn :3

sweet/savory/salty: i’ll pick savory more times than not, but i do love sweet things

tea or coffee: depends heavily but most of the time, coffee. unless it’s green tea or peppermint

working on: plenty.. mostly 2 general twd fics, 3 daryl ones, 4 sam winchester ones and thennn some bits of scripts4 horror shorts that i probably wont finish like ever

tags: @gh0st-m0nst3r @apalanchen @ashishere0w0 @eugeneporterirl @rxxdus @jerichodixon @unforgivemn @moonre56

i feel so awkward tagging and i don’t wanna bother, you dont have to do this!!! i wanna tag all my moots though😭 also apologies if anyone’s already done this. anyways these r so fun

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THANK YOU MLLL <33

M - mulled wine by paris paloma

O - oui oui marie by chelsea wolfe

O - once more to see you by mitski

N - not by big thief

A - as good a reason by paris paloma

G - girl with one eye by florence + the machine

M - marigolds by andrea bejar

E - eat your young by hozier

A - at the beach, in every life by gigi perez

D - down by the water by pj harvey

O - once more to see you by mitski (THERE'S NO REPETITION HERE UR BLIND)

W - we'll never have sex by leith ross

S - silver springs by fleetwood mac

taggingg: @gqhastlyqueer @trueblue2009 @saturn-77 @blood-stained-blond and anybody who wants to join!!

i got tagged to do url in songs i’m inflicting it on everyone now :3

t - the wolf - siames

r - red wine supernova - chappell roan

a - aura - ghost and pals

n - neath the grove is a heart - yaelokre

s - sleeping giants - the crane wives

g - gossip - maneskin

e - easier - the crane wives

n - no children - the mountain goats

d - destroya - my chemical romance

e - everything everything - good kid

r - ready to go - panic! at the disco

a - alkaline - sleep token

n - nothing's working out - meiyo

a - atlas - the good kid

k - kiss the ring - my chemical romance

i - icarus - bastille

n - nobody's soldier - hozier

s - starlight brigade - twrp

k - kill all your friends - my chemical romance

y - you're one of us now - movements

w - what you know - two door cinema club

a - achillies come down - gang of youths

I - language of the lost - riproducer

k - king for a day - pierce the veil

e - everybody talks - neon trees

r - riddle of the sphinx - the mechanisms

thanking @cavechoir for the tag

i’m tagging @king-davros-clawthorne (sorry dude you have the long url curse) @autistic-puffin @vector-be-silly @rhiannoncrack @llyfrenfys and also anyone else who wants to join in

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𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐬. | t. snow.

𝐚/𝐧: hear me out. HEAR ME OUT— mockingjay!tigris. do you understand what im saying. pls .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: holed up in the boutique, the group passes the gruelling time by toying with a spare deck of cards. tigris' robe, however, stirs up some questions.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: during mj, mentions of thoughts of suicide, character death, blood, forced prostitution, fluff

pollux shuffled the worn deck of cards once more for what felt like the hundredth time that night, letting each card slip through his separated fingers like sand. he dished out the whole deck to the group, who then set each separate deck atop the wooden crate that had been claimed as a makeshift table.

the ever-so-rapidly-rising competitive game of snap had been going back and forth for the last few hours. peeta and cressida, surprisingly, had been dominating the competition, much to gale's visible chagrin, if his glowering glares were anything to go off.

it was a pathetic way of passing the time, yes, but what other choice did they have? everybody had been holed up in the boutique bunker for however long now. time had begun to blur quickly.

tigris had kept a particularly close eye on everyone, surveying cautiously. you were half convinced it was because she was just warily cautious of katniss.

it wasn't every day that a band of rebels comes banging down your door, and an arrow is nearly loosed, after all. visitors were practically surreal beings nowadays.

your heart ached horribly for katniss. in the span of a few days, crimson drowned her hands, staining her skin horrifically. boggs, the twins, castor, finnick, snatched by rough hands and hungry faces for all his life, died with faceless hands and rose-scented tongues all over him.

it ate at her viciously, you knew it. her fingers lingering too long on the handle of the dagger she used to slice open a packet of dried meat. staring too intently at gale's rifle, contemplating and weighing out ideas dangerously in her head.

whether she wanted to join them or merely escape from everything, you truly didn't know.

so you offered whatever silent comfort you could — in the form of tea. you set the platter on the side of the crate. "tea, anyone?"

gale looked like he was another stolen deck away from flipping the whole crate. "thanks."

cressida and pollux cast you tight-lipped smiles. katniss nodded silently.

peeta was staring at you oddly, like he was expecting you to lunge at him or for something to come crawling out of the mug. the hijacking.

gale's brows pinched in confusion suddenly, creasing between the bare space of skin. "whose robe is that?"

you glanced down carelessly. the boutique was always atrociously cold, a weak heating system supplying hardly anything. you had thrown on tigris' robe, all faux fur and silky smooth, in a pitiful attempt to preserve some sort of heat.

cressida glanced at him like he had just questioned why the sky was blue. "you do know they've been married for seventy four years?"

the small room fell absolutely and utterly dead silent.

from where tigris was pottering around while cleaning up, she cast an amber glance over.

you thought the whole room would stay silent. it was almost nice—

"they've what?"

border: mee 😼😼

pictures: @pinnedbae on pinterest

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THIS IS SO CUTE THANK U

eat your young - hozier

hot to go! - chappell roan

climbing up the walls - radiohead

TAGGINGGGG: @gqhastlyqueer @lottielover420 @trueblue2009 @saturn-77 and any open tags!!

new tag game idea???

get a photo of ur fave film/show and three songs u associate with it

ill go first!

Gia (1998)

opt: @sapphosreincarnation, @wistriverside, @lovergirl9999, @oddity123, @modernmoth and open tags!

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THANK YOUU <33

i don't know how to feel?? both accurate and not 😭

tagging: @gqhastlyqueer @lottielover420 @trueblue2009 @saturn-77 and anyone else who wants to join!!

tagged by @zsofi-09 to do this !! thank u girll <3

my tags!! (don’t feel pressured, js tagging moots + a few friends <33 sorry if anyone’s done this already lmao): @lovekaverie @oceanblvdqueen @dollyrem @darkparadisebae @dolleow @prettypinksparklesxoxo @magixprincess @dietpepsi444 @priscillasprincess @nuagedecoco @aiswatching @girlnextdoorxoxx @lostfawn555 @thesimplecuntlife @sorryjade @prettylittleliarlover @lightpinkcherries @jadoremo @y0urfav0r1te-girl @coquetter0se

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ur effie headcanons with transmac s/o were so good 🙏 could you do some for haymitch?

𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐬/𝐨 .ᐟ [post-mockingjay]

𝐚/𝐧: ask and i shall deliver 🫡🫡 these hcs are gonna be based on older!haymitch since i haven't gotten around to reading sotr yet 💔💔

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: what it's like to date haymitch while being genderqueer :)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: post-mj!au, transmasc!haymitch, transmasc reader is heavily implied, mentions of coming out, internalised transphobia, people pleasing, harmful chest binding, dysphoria, transphobia, violence, ptsd, nightmares and a shit ton of fluff

.ᐟ haymitch is trans in my mind, and he's had to overcome SO many obstacles to finally come to terms with that fact and feel comfortable in his own skin, especially in a time where survival meant everything to him and he had to fend for everyone he loved, only for them to be ripped away. because of this, his internalised hatred and transphobia towards himself runs really deep.

.ᐟ going through the exact same experience as you had, you would've expected haymitch to be super observant. he isn't. he has a head like a sieve. you brought it up to him one mundane morning while having a bite to eat, and he choked on his coffee for at least twenty minutes.

.ᐟ "hay... i think i'm trans." *cue spluttering and hacking*

.ᐟ it takes him a while to come to terms with the fact that you're trans — he supports you unconditionally, of course, and forever will (in his own gruff, grumpy man way) — but the confession swirls up some conflicting feelings in the pit of his stomach.

.ᐟ you were FREAKING TF OUT. he just stood up and walked out of the kitchen after you told and if you're like me and immediately go into panic mode whenever somebody doesn't answer something, you're thinking he's ready to leave fully or he doesn't support you or—

.ᐟ he, in fact, reassured you when you came bursting in, rambling, that he did support you, and he just needed time to process the information. you left him to it.

.ᐟ he came back out around an hour later, sitting down beside you after you had finished washing up and, pretty logically for haymitch, asked you how he could help you properly.

.ᐟ haymitch is so stubborn oh my god. please don't try to debate a topic with this man he WILL pull out a fifty page scroll. even if you try to tell him you're fine, you don't need binding materials or different clothing, it goes in one ear and out the other. his wallet was used and abused that day.

.ᐟ haymitch is atrocious bad with emotions, but he does try his best!! when he walks in on you binding one night, way too tightly to be comfortable in any way, shape or form, he helps you, muttering little affirmations all the while, letting you hug him, take a minute away or cry if you need.

.ᐟ whenever days like that occur again, or dysphoria comes to viciously sink its teeth into you and latch on, similar to the nightmares that plague the both of you equally, haymitch is always a silent constant. laying beside you, gripping your hand, an arm slung over your shoulders or tinkering to get you whatever you need, whether it be a blanket, a cup of tea, a candle, some of his jumpers or helping you get into a bath and wash.

.ᐟ he will and has beat up any transphobes who try to make a comment or look at you funny, unbeknownst to you. they stayed far away from you since then, though you still, to this day, had no idea why.

.ᐟ he never really dropped 'sweetheart' unless you prefer another nickname (boring old man)

.ᐟ effie screeched when you mustered up the courage to tell the rest of the group at an annual reunion. she then promptly suffocated you. katniss and johanna stared at you like this 👁👄👁. peeta and annie started giving heartfelt speeches, and beetee became google he is google

.ᐟ he loves you very much, no matter what, and will very much continue to do so while helping himself be more self-kind in the long run as well :)

border: me 😼😼😼

pictures: @pinnedbae on pinterest

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THANK YOUUU <3

i relate to aspects of each of them :)

tagging: @trueblue2009 @gqhastlyqueer @lottielover420 @saturn-77 and anyone else who wants to join!!

tag game!!

I found a tag game on twitter and decided why not include everybody here on the fun. Post 4 characters you would be in another universe

Me in another universe:

Npt: @i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs @pythoness94 @purple-racoon-80 @robintheoriedbyler @bylrr-fridge @bylerfiles @unwise-cleric @star-41306 @cleric-byers7 @sykatz @swiftlyconehead @the-bogginses-are-gay @oncamelliastreet @rainebasillovesbyler @elhopper1sm @elhopperentourage @lorax-devito @apurplesloth + anybody else <3

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𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓬 𝓼/𝓸 .ᐟ [post-mockingjay]

𝓪/𝓷: dysphoria is going CRAZY rn and i'm ill and tired so these hcs are VERY self-indulgent . thank you 4 coming to my ted talk :)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: basically what it's like to date effie while being gender queer :)

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: post-mj!au, transmasc reader is heavily implied, mentions of coming out, harmful chest binding, dysphoria, transphobia, ptsd, nightmares and a shit ton of fluff

.ᐟ effie, despite her meticulously crafted mask of naivety and vainess, is unnervingly observant. she knows more about people then they know about themselves honestly so it wasn't a surprise that when you, literally ready to throw up from fear, came out to her, her reaction was SO mundane

.ᐟ you had offered to chill with the geese while haymitch headed into town for a few hours to go to the markets for his groceries. effie, unsurprisingly, opted to join you (you couldn't deny her even if you wanted to, and everyone knows that what effie trinket wants, she'll get) and while you were feeding the geese, you brought it up like a passing comment, like some simple food for thought.

.ᐟ her reaction left you just staring at her like she had grown 50 new heads. "effsidon'tfeelcomfortableinmyownskinandihaven'tforawhileandithinkimaboy." she somehow understood your whole word vomit, "oh. darling, i knew that years ago."

.ᐟ you promptly dropped the goose you had been cradling (earning a pretty nasty bite to the finger and indignant honk) and effie gave you such a bland look that you nearly sobbed

.ᐟ when your bone-deep spell of relief wore off, you asked her how she had figured it out. long story short, you weren't being as secretive as you thought on the train during the quarter quell and had left your door opening while binding your chest painfully tight with an old t-shirt. effie had seen and pretty quickly put the pieces together

.ᐟ after the incident, she read way more into the lgbtq+ community, gender identities, and identifying as gender queer in particular. her sources? from who knows where.

.ᐟ she never brought it up after that until you were huddled down in thirteen. one of your infamous gossip sessions with effie, haymitch, and plutarch ended in drunken tears flowing down your cheeks, babbling and spluttering helplessly about how hot and itchy your skin felt and how tight your chest was after haymitch brought up the passing prospect of the woman he had been eyeing up for the last couple of weeks — a simple hallway crush, really, but his surprisingly descriptive claims set you off. effie shooed the boys out, and you ended up in the small shower inside her room. in the midst of your breakdown, you didn't realise that she had turned off all the lights so you didn't have to see your body and was the one who decided to wash you.

.ᐟ that incident, similarly, was never spoken about. none of the incidents that effie caught were spoken about until you came out to her, and she brought them up as gently as she could, telling you after she caught you binding, it was pretty easy to figure out why you began sobbing at haymitch's crude descriptions of some random thirteen resident.

.ᐟ being trans openly while in twelve instead of attempting to badly hide it while holed up in thirteen or prancing around in the capitol was both a hell of a lot easier and way harder then expected. no hushed whispers echoed in your mind and no judgemental stares burned an engravement into the back of your skull, sure, but they tediously lingered in the nightmares you were plagued with when you closed your eyes, they weaved their way into your already horrific flashbacks. somebody was always there, thankfully, whether it be katniss with her silence, peeta with his grounding voice, haymitch with a firm arm around your shoulders, johanna and annie whenever they came down for the holidays or, of course, effie.

.ᐟ it's a hit or miss, like teetering precariously on eggshells. some days are better then others, some are worse. you're up and about, bright-eyed and gleaming one morning, and the next? bundled up under a mountain of quilts, engulfed in jumpers to hide those damn lumps of flesh on your chest. effie's typically the one around for those moments, silently grasping your arm or letting you sob against her if you need to.

.ᐟ with more resources avaliable, binding is easier, even if you don't have the funds for actaul surgery, and effie plays warden whether you want her to or not for your safety. "love?" "mm?" "how long have you had your binder on?" "...11, 12 hours, i think?" "i beg your pardon?"

.ᐟ A LOT of shopping around to see what you prefer. certain binders, binding tape, different clothes, etcetec. effie's wallet weeps at the end of every week please put it out of its misery 😭😭

.ᐟ compliments!!! she plays with a lot of different compliments and nicknames — 'handsome', 'beautiful', etcetc — and always checks out how you feel with them

.ᐟ everyone you told when you felt more confident doing so had VASTLY different reactions 😭 haymitch wasn't all that surprised (he's a grumpy old man he dosen't have the energy to be surprised), katniss nearly went into cardiac arrest, peeta "lover boy" mellark and annie "best girl" cresta? "thank you for telling me :) i support you!!" johanna was like a gruff dad who tries to act like they're not crying when you give them the homemade christmas gift you made them 💀 beetee said he 100% supported you and then started spouting facts. "did you know that binders were, in fact, invented—" "beetee."

.ᐟ overall, EXTREMELY supportive, loves you very much, will very much continue to do so and so will the group :)

border: @poreclaindollshifts on pinterest

pictures: @pinnedbae on pinterest

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𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱-𝔴𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. | n. scatorccio.

𝔞/𝔫: transmasc!nat how i absolutely and utterly adore you. i read one transmasc!nat fic a while back, immediately went "why would this be a thing???????" and then proceeded to quickly fall in love . my beautiful amazing boy <3

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: nat, as much as he liked to vehemently deny it, was a light-weight. his constant protests involving the fact, coupled with one of lottie's infamous house parties being loaded with booze, left you to pick up the pieces in the aftermath.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: transmasc!nat, pre-crash!au, mentions of large crowds, bright lights, loud noises, alcohol, brief mentions of sexual content, nudity, cursing, fluff

natalie scatorccio, beneath his facade of dark, smudged eyeliner and chipped nail-polish coating stubby fingernails, was a pretty big loser.

of course, if you were to admit the harsh truth to your boyfriend, you would have gotten an appalled look so incredibly dramatic that somebody would have sworn you just murdered the mangy black tomcat that nat always visited near the back of the trailer to gift take-out scraps and scritches to. the peach-coloured claw marks littering his perpetually busted knuckles spoke for themselves.

he was still a loser nonetheless.

from where you were flopped atop the chocolate-brown leather sofa that had been shoved against the living room wall in favour of the pool table lottie's parents had gifted her for her 16th birthday being brought out, sandwiched in between at least ten couples eating each other's faces, you spared brief glances at nat as you absentmindedly skated your thumb over the rim of your half-empty glass.

he was doing... fine. being a doofus more than anything. paired with shauna, the two had resorted to doing some sort of dance, if you could even call it that, atop the marble kitchen island. an outraged jackie was flailing her arms in some kind of attempt to get them down while van, flushed and foggy-headed, wheezed beside her. tai shot her a look.

you didn't plan to intervene, especially if the team was merely having a bit of harmless fun. and you weren't going to. you only planned to keep a cautious eye on things—

CRASH!

there went that plan. head snapping over at the abrupt sound over the sound of the blaring music from the speaker and the blindingly bright strobe lights dancing across the walls, you were greeted by the sight of nat now on the ground, as well as shattered glasses. you were up off the couch by the time jackie was squawking about how, 'i'm team captain for a fucking reason!' you decided to ignore her.

"nat," you mumbled, crouching down beside him as he pushed himself up unsteadily. you settled a hand over his arm, scanning quietly. he looked fine. "you alright?"

"mm," he slurred, "did i look cool? bet i looked cool."

you thwarted his arm. "yeah, yeah, cassanova, you looked great. c'mon."

"where we goin'?"

"home," you quipped flatly, "you're drunk as fuck, just fell off the counter, and it's late. you can stay at mine."

the protests started up steadily. "oh, c'mon — don't be a killjoy! m' fine!"

"uh-huh."

"does that mean i can stay?"

"no."

unsurprisingly, your word won over his. bidding the team a goodbye with nat limp against your side, you laughed to yourself as you heard jackie's loud reprimands fading while you shuffled back to the parking lot, into nat's car and back to your place. subsequently, your folks were out. you assumed that meant nat was going to make a move.

clearly, he was more shit-faced than you thought. lazily stripping down to his boxers, he had wormed his way under your duvet, falling several times attempting to get his jeans off and tug off his jacket and shirt, reluctantly accepting paracetamol and a glass of water as long as you cuddled with him.

sifting an absentminded hand through bleach-blonde strands, nat made some sort of contented grumble against the skin of your neck while he tightened the arm that was slung over your waist.

"it was still stupid, what you did," you grumbled, "and you should be asleep right now."

nat just hummed boredly.

"...but i looked cool, right?"

"nat!"

border: made by mee on ibispaintx 😼😼

pictures: @ambsfree/@laymyselfdown/@ambsfree on pinterest

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𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖚𝖕. | c. karnstein.

𝖆/𝖓: i kept to my promise 😼😼 starting off my new schedule with a lil carmilla oneshot because MY GOD i love natasha negovanlis and elise baumen as much as the next vampire simp but the novel is so underrated 😭 enjoy!! - e.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: being rather rudely jostled awake by an all too hyper estella far too early, your morning consisted of a haphazard breakfast and, unsurprisingly, playing. unbeknownst to you, as well as your daughter, a set of dark eyes had been watching from the cottage porch.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: living!au, fluff, mentions of depressive episodes, brief mentions of suicide, mentions of physically abusive relationships, implied smut, and brief mentions of death/blood (do carmilla's eyes count as a warning themselves?? she's like this 👁👁)

"come on, come on, come on!"

you stumbled over the snow-white fabric of your nightgown, nearly plummeting face-first into the damp grass that was tickling your bare feet. "estella, darling, slow down—"

the eight-year-old indiligently decided to ignore your rushed whisper-shout in favour of racing down the field, a little chubby hand clasped in your own.

and despite the tiredness stubbornly lapping at the edges of your eyes, your knotted hair, even more knotted by the breeze whistling through the foliage off the outskirts of your stretching field of emerald grass, and how you would have much preferred to be tucked under a patterned duvet right now, burrowed beneath carmilla's arm like a slumbering bunny hidden away from an unforgiving winter, you couldn't help the tick of your lips.

you had estella eight years ago, though it felt as if it was mere months ago. after carmilla was staked, your tear-clouded eyes rooted to the horrific scene, her coffin overflowing with crimson, pale, porcelain skin a sickly white, the axe looming over her like the blade before the guillotine slices through the trapped skin of your neck, you died with her in that dust-coated, bloodied tomb.

after that, you were ruined. you had returned back to the estate as if nothing had happened, despite the fact that the incident had shrouded the estate in a cloud of perpetual darkness. and still, you moved on. you didn't. you pretended you did. scale the gardens on your morning walks. dance your fingers across the piano keys. brush your quill over the paper. it was all the same. endure father's talks of a new suitor and dorian's harsh knuckles months later. act like you were having the absolute time of your life while cracked, rough lips shoved against your neck, teeth nipping, hands ripping. spend an hour each morning basting your face to cover the blossoming bruises.

you still saw her everywhere. in the corner of your eye, when the schloss was too eerily quiet and your thoughts drummed incessantly in your head.

and, then, one day, you didn't just see her, looming delusionally by your ajar window. you felt her. and you sobbed. you sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed, and carmilla did not, and you told her you were with dorian's child and sobbed, and she did not. instead, she kissed you. softer than dorian, hungry all the same. she murmured against your skin between kisses as gowns were discarded carelessly what had happened.

how could one slay an already dead being, after all?

you had never seen carmilla look at someone like they had just risen the stars in the dark navy sky for her until estella was born, wailing under the watchful eye of the moon from the cottage carmilla had taken up residence in. you knew she was ruined by the time she cradled the small babe to her chest. unsurprisingly, you were right.

and, hypocritically, how could you possibly blame her? you realised you could not as you toppled down the grassy hill, laughing breathlessly as estella briskly followed, barely managing to gasp out some sort of passing comment about the state of your hair between cackles.

had you looked up from where you were, in fact, face-planted on the ground, you would have noticed the set of pitch-black eyes staring unflinchingly at the both of you from the porch. her sharp-edged appearance was abolished by the quirk of her pretty lips. pretty enough, apparently, that by the time you had caught sight of the set of eyes staring at you, you were bounding up the hill, nightgown muddied and stained, and kissing her under the porch, lest she move away from her perch and burn up under the unforgiving glare of the morning sun. the arms locked snuggly around your waist were as grounding as a weighted blanket.

and, oh, how you adored carmilla's lips. everything about her, actually. how badly you wanted to—

"mama, you're being gross again!"

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pictures: @snowbairds/@anotherpaula/@bayaniixx on pinterest

[moonagemeadows]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 .ᐟ

this post is being made to set my request rules, as well as what fandoms/characters i'll write for, in stone, similar to my c.ai request guidelines, and make sure my account is a safe, comfortable space for everyone :) - e.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥/𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞?

.ᐟ — i'll write any type of fanfic-related content from drabbles to oneshots to series on any of my platforms — tumblr, wattpad, or ao3 — as long as you specify what you want in your ask. i'll happily write fluff, hurt/comfort, implied smut, implied sh & content including your own ocs (if you have any or want to include them) as long as, again, you specify what you want. all relationships will automatically be written as romantic unless you'd like a platonic or familial relationship specifically.

.ᐟ — i won't be writing pure angst with no happy ending whatsoever unless i'm creating a series, smut, sh, r@pe, incestu0us relationships or any content deeply relating to a topic i don't know enough about — it's not my place to write about topics i'm not educated on, nor will i write about explicit topics as a minor.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞?

.ᐟ — if you end up sending in a request relating to something that i won't write, your request will be deleted. if my reqs are closed, please respect that & wait to send something in.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞?

.ᐟ — since my schedule has changed up a bit, i'm adding this in just for a bit of closure :) i work on my book(s) every set monday, wednesday & friday & i work on anything fanfic-related every set tuesday, thursday & saturday, with a break on sunday.

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

.ᐟ — i'll write for quite literally any fandom as long as i know enough about it 😭😭 if i don't know enough about the fandom, i'll answer back to your request saying that it won't be taken. thank you :) - e.

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[moonagemeadows]

hello!! i don't really know what to say besides hi again, and the video basically sums the rest up :)