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a wip has formed from this wip- euthanize me immediately im in hell

im not even finished my 3rd draft of TBDG and im already thinking of something else. please god let me finish this one first.... i cant have 2 WIPs. i cant

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well shit

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im not even finished my 3rd draft of TBDG and im already thinking of something else. please god let me finish this one first.... i cant have 2 WIPs. i cant

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im not even finished my 3rd draft of TBDG and im already thinking of something else. please god let me finish this one first.... i cant have 2 WIPs. i cant

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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you know how in pjo some celebrities are demigods and in the house of night series some celebrities are vampires??? what random celebrities should i make fae for the hell of it?

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I think you'd like Kiki Rockwells's music

:3 teehee

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𝖘𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊

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reblog if you're a writer but would rather drink straight cyanide than show any of your family members your work

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"maybe... It's a curse and true love's kiss-"

Don't fucking assume it's a curse. Punch me in the balls first and if I don't wake up from that, then I'm fucking dead. Don't kiss my corpse

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cannibalism doesn’t have to mean love. don’t hand me metaphors soaked in honeyed blood, don’t tell me it’s romantic just because it ends with a kiss between split lips and bitten tongues.

sometimes i want to eat them because i hate them. because their beauty makes my stomach churn. because jealousy is sharp and hot and i want their light gutted, their laugh swallowed down, their ease melted on my tongue like marrow from a bone i cracked myself.

sometimes i want to eat them because i’m starving, and hunger doesn’t ask for backstory. no tragic childhood, no twisted longing—just teeth and need and ruin. i am not in love. i am ravenous.

and yes—sometimes it is love. lust so rancid it ferments in my chest. desire like rot, creeping and clinging, turning every sweet thing sour. i want them in me, under me, gone and not-gone. forever mine in the most grotesque way.

but don’t lie to me. don’t pretend it’s always poetry. sometimes the feast is just a feast. sometimes the blood is just blood. and sometimes, i want to devour because i can. because i’m not soft. because i’m not sane. because hunger has a voice and it’s screaming.

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women with happy trails.....

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As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

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that crazy moment when your very human mom dies and you inherit some fae land. wonder why that is.

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☘ Evelyn "Evie" Monroe ☘

27 | Irish-Dominican | Bisexual Disaster | OCD (suicidal ideation subtype) | Schizoaffective traits

Evie is messy, loud, chronically sleep-deprived, and exists in a constant state of "what if threw myself off a cliff." Her OCD obsessions are intrusive, violent, and terrifying but she's still funny, still smiling, still trying. Her schizoaffective episodes blur the lines of fae magic and mental illness. She writes horror because it makes her feel less alone. She's real. She's not a sanitized "palatable" neurodivergent lead she's what it actually looks like to live with it.

my sweet girl !!!!!!

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https://www.tumblr.com/eulaliamourn/782878568808169472?source=share

tagged with nyssha???????????????

link

yep! nyssha has been through a lot over her many years. none of it good. shes healing. kinda. if healing is having copious amounts of sex and crying after. well... 'crying'

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Evie, storming into the room, cheeks flushed from cold or fury — who knows: “Feckin’ state of yeh, standin’ there like a half-melted candle — d’ye want me t’ride yeh raw ‘til y’remember yer own name or what?”

Orlaith, blinking. blinking again. staring straight ahead: “…What?” (pause) “…Right. Right, yes. That’s fair.” (slowly turning away, visibly adjusting the waistband of her trousers, absolutely red in the ears)

Nyssha, somewhere in the corner, sipping something that is probably not wine: “She said she wants to fuck you, Knightling. Violently.” (grinning) “Do say yes. I want to watch.”