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new wip... who will she consume

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delighted to report that the early days egg & eve drabble i sneakily mentioned some time ago is finally starting to come along

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for the record, lev being in love with eve wasn’t part of the original plan

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Me, imagining a scene in my head: beautiful poetic prose that gracefully and artfully describes the scene in vivid detail, giving the reader concise imagery and beautiful wordplay to ruminate on.

Me, actually writing: The angry man throwed his chair through the window angrily and bigly. "I'm angry and pissed off." He said because he was mad.

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Ending is sad: ouch

Ending is happy: nice

Ending is bittersweet: I'm going to think about this every day for the rest of my life

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Goya Soda

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sometimes i remember the vibes of eve, age 13, standing over the body of her father, dress spattered with red and breaths coming quick... eve mechanically washing the knife off, head ringing, water pitched low as if to hear any footsteps coming down the hall... eve fleeing to her mother’s wardrobe and pulling on the first coat she sees even though she literally lives in the middle of the desert and has no use for it, only so she can finally shrug off the feeling of dominic’s eyes staring her down hungrily, swallowing her whole .... eve breaking down because she’s just 13, she’s just 13 and that’s too young to kill your father and be all alone and have to fend for yourself .... eve’s breakdown being interrupted by his smooth, oily voice telling her “now, maria. stand up. wipe those tears away. this is all your own doing, what do you have to cry for?” ...... eve finding out her powers through the murder of the one man she hoped to never see again........ eve still trying to separate herself from him by shunning her given name and taking on her own, eve, eve won’t bow down to anyone or let this happen again, eve doesn’t need her father behind her to be strong...... eve killing the people she knows no one will miss to strengthen her magic, and forcing down any twinge of horror.... eve taking in egg to hide the ruin she leaves behind....

eve tossing her father’s rotting corpse out on the streets where all the world can see, and hoping it’s enough to keep it at bay.

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So like… is she tokyo cyberpunk or seattle cyberpunk?

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Whenever media wants to emphasise how extreme a character’s off-brand drug use is, they always just name-drop a big animal, like “oh, he takes horse tranquilisers”. If you really want to get the point across, I think you should go with an unexpected animal instead. Like, that powder he’s snorting? Its only approved use is treating sexual dysfunction in burrowing owls. We have no idea what it’s doing to him, but it can’t be anything good.

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i love pantsing. i love having no idea what the fuck is going on 

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ocean vuong on writing metaphors

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FASHION IN FILM  ➤ CROWNS / HEADPIECES 👑

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the inherent nonbinaryism of being an eccentric or mad scientist

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The road wasn’t that long, and I knew I’d be getting off soon.  But at that moment, I felt such warmth.

堕落天使 Fallen Angels (1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai