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AUT VIAM INVENIAM AUT FACIAM. A STUDY IN: Writing, because it's the only thing to give his chaos space. He seeks adrenaline and danger to feel alive. He is raw, treats his Shelby like a beast made of glass, and shares his life with a Ghost he never wanted. His moral filter is grey, and he's not someone you go to for a good time - unless he's loyal to you.
βΈ» #xghostwriter, an independent and selective portrayal of Vine Baskerville, original character, inspired by urban fantasy, mystery, crime and horror lore. Very private, sporadic activity, writes in german, irl faceclaim currently n/a. Experienced roleplayer, new to Tumblr. Open to crossovers and multiverses, singleshipped and affiliated with @the-grudqe. Character est. in 2016, revamped in May 2025, as written by Corvus. Mun is 30+, only interact if 21+
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-| Verworfenes Skript |-
Manchmal steht das Erste am Ende. Nennt man Neuanfang, wenn niemand merkt, dass man dafΓΌr gestorben ist.
Nicht alles was war, will erzΓ€hlt werden. Manches schiebt sich dazwischen wie eine Rebe - verworren in NebensΓ€tzen. Und egal wie oft man es runterschreibt und lΓΆscht - etwas bleibt. Immer. Manches lΓ€sst man nicht vorn und manchmal muss das Ende an den Anfang, damit es wirkt. Und was zuviel erklΓ€rt fliegt raus - oder nach hinten.
Der Prolog hat nicht ohne Grund den letzten Platz. Er ist eine letzte Nachricht von dem, was verbrannt ist.
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