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ah yes, the 3st is here again

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Penelope and Odysseus remind me of Fergus and Elinor from Brave.

The power she holds in a room full of men and a husband that would kill for her is something I can't get enough of.

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Dracula Lost Chapter

the concept for this was to have a lost chapter from the book Dracula that the author removed for some reason or another.

ENJOY!!!

The room is quiet. The plush leather chair underneath me creaks as I shift my weight forwart do lay a hand on Harker’s shoulder. His clothes are clean, smelling of a recent wash, but coarse to the touch, as if I was touching wood, and not a living, breathing, human being. He shudders, tensing against my hand. Good. This vile man thinks that he is welcome in my home. He is most certainly not. I stand, drawing myself up to my full height. Hands clasped behind my back, I smile as best I can in the moment, and say, 

“The hour grows late, Mr. Harker. You must be tired. I do wish you a pleasant night.”

Then I turn and stride out of the room, still lit by the warm orange glow of the fire, crackling ever so faintly in the fireplace. As I turn the corner, I steal one final glance toward Harker. He stands, exactly where I left him, staring into the fire. His barely-smoking cigar is held limply in his hand. He seems so lost in thought. His eyes are blank, his expression gives nothing away. I finally pull my gaze away from him, and walk down the expansive corridor I have led myself to. I smirk to myself. I almost feel bad for condemning him to what will be his fate. 

Almost.

I wake early the next morning. Harker is under the impression that I am away from the castle, but I am anything but. I slip out of my chambers and into the maze of hallways and passages I call my home. I move quietly, quieter than any mortal could. I walk for a few moments before reaching my destination. A large portrait that hangs on the wall, looming over all passersby like it is watching your every move. I reach out a hand to drag along the stone wall to the left of the ornate gold frame until I find the correct stone. With the slightest pressure, it gives way. The painting slides sideways, revealing the tunnel that it hides from the prying eyes of others. I retract my hand and enter the hall. I left such a delightful breakfast for Mr. Harker, I might as well see for myself how he is enjoying it.

I catch Harker at the end of his meal. He meanders about the castle for a short while before ending up in the library. I watch him peruse the rows upon rows of shelves before I leave him. I want him to feel safe in my castle, like he is a welcomed guest. It will make him only that much more vulnerable when the time comes for me to strike.

There is a sort of thrill to watching from the shadows. Waiting, listening, knowing that none can or will find you. The sort of thrill that sends a shiver through your body, lingering at the tips of your fingers as if waiting, trembling in anticipation. The sort of thrill that is comforting in a way. Comforting because you now have knowledge about a person that they don’t have any indication to suspect that you have. After all, knowledge is power. Mortals have a sickeningly low supply of that ever-precious knowledge. They all go about their days without a care, never stopping to wonder it, at that very moment, someone is watching. It’s a pity, really. Sometimes the ones who watch are right in front of them, if only they cared enough to look. 

I keep to myself for the rest of the day. Harker seems to be getting uneasier with every hour that passes. I think it best to leave him alone with his thoughts for now. I spend my time in my chambers. The room is devoid of windows, with high ceilings that are covered in vaulting, dancing patterns that weave together to create a tapestry that is too complex to ever be fully understood by any, mortal or otherwise. Sometime around midnight, I leave my work behind on my small wooden desktop and make my way to the entrance hall of the castle. Harker is surely sound asleep at this hour, so I take no care to be quiet as I open the large main door and walk out into the cool night air. A sliver of the moon hangs dimly in the sky, sending vague shadows of the landscape around me sprawling across the ground. Too many are afraid of the dark. Too many see the night as a thing to be wary of. But as I stand here, underneath a vast sea of stars, I do not understand their fear. I do not think that I ever will. As I stare into the shadowy darkness before me, moments pass. They turn to minutes, and the minutes turn to hours. Finally, I drag myself inside as the first dregs of morning arrive. The halls show no signs of life, so I make my way to Harker’s bedroom. I find the man inside, shaving his face in a mirror. As quiet as a ghost, I walk up to him and place a gaunt hand on his shoulder. 

“Good morning,” I say quietly, just loud enough for him and him alone to hear. He flinches at my arrival, and shoots a glance to the mirror. The corner of my lips turned upward slightly. His terror only grows, and I intend to feed it as much as possible. He turns, and I see it. A thin red line of blood trickling down his chin. Something snaps inside of me. I launch myself toward his throat, but he leaps backwards, my fingertips grazing the crucifix he wore around his neck. I instantly withdraw my hand, coming to my senses. My fingers burned where I touched it. I can feel, within my very being, that I cannot harm this man while he still wears his crucifix. I fight the river of malice still churning inside me and look at Harker. He stares, his eyes a mix of disbelief and that pure, unbridled fear that I know so well. I sigh. 

“Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think” (Stoker 24). I turn and leave the room in as few strides as possible, still fighting the fury within. 

Death is a funny thing for mortals. They all think they can imagine what it would be to die, but their feeble imaginations can never even come close. No mortal can grasp the concept of nothingness, not existing as you do now. It’s pathetic, really, to see them scramble as soon as they realize their fate. Just as Harker scrambles now. The man has, as far as I can tell, deduced that I am not simply a friendly host. I am so much more than that. When Harker arrived here, I was sure that I would be his undoing. Now, I feel that Harker is one to be wary of. The night does not scare me. Humans, however, most certainly do.

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BEAUTIFUL sunset over Japanese shopping center

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nothing like reading on a plane

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sprite charcoal drawing

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Reading Update!!!

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree

5/5

This was such an amazingly cozy book to be reading just as the weather is turning. I loved the characters, the setting, the plot, and everything in between! I will definitely be buying the rest of Baldree's books.

Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Mahrer

5/5

I read this on and off for about a month, but it was always my comfort book all that time. The banter between characters is absolutely fantastic, and I have the second book on my shelf already.

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Today I'm Reading...

LEGENDS AND LATTES BY TRAVIS BALDREE

this book is so good already, I'm only 100 pages in and I love it!

This is a cozy fantasy book, and I highly recommend it!!

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SUGGESTIONS OPEN!!

hey everyone, I'm trying to get my blog off the ground rn, so suggestions are open for a lot of my work!

I do art, writing, and music!

I am totally open to any and all art suggestions as long as they are not sexual! ( I'm not great at drawing people so no guarantees there)

I do both original stories and fanfics.

Genres for original stories:

Fantasy

Mystery

Romance

Horror

Fandoms I will write for:

Harry Potter/marauders (reblog if u hate jk rowling)

Demonslayer

Stranger things

Marvel

Batfam/DCU

Feel free to suggest any songs too!!

Things I will not write or draw:

Anything sexual or smutty

Insanely gory stuff ( mostly for art, I'm ok with it to a degree in my writing)

Inc3st/R3pe (writing)

As always, I reserve the right to deny any request I am not comfy with!

SUBMIT HERE!!

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this will never not be funny to me

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just some hands

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Charcoal still life

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Start to a short story???

this was something I wrote for a world lit class, and I kinda liked it, does anyone want me to continue it?

I shifted in my seat. The sweet scent of candles wafted to my nose from the front desk. The library was quiet. The other visitors had left long ago, and the only person who remained was the librarian. When I arrived, she had been sitting at her desk, typing something while looking through tired eyes at the faint blue glow of the computer screen.

I turned back to my work, staring at the papers shuffled in front of me for a moment, putting my earbuds back to their place in my ears. The music flowed through them, and I let myself descend into a state of calm.

A loud sound from the other side of the room pulled me out of my concentration. Annoyed, I threw my headphones onto the table and strode over the source of the sound, an ominous feeling rising in my chest. I rounded a bookshelf, and there, lying on the ground like nothing was wrong, was a large hardcover copy of Steven King's The Shining.

Shaking my head at my clearly misinformed nervousness, I picked it up. It was cool in my hands, and as I studied it, the pieces clicked together in my mind.

I was nowhere near the horror section.

The book suddenly felt heavy in my hands, weighing me down. I dropped the book to its place on the floor.

Then, I heard a scream.

If any of you guys see this or want me to continue it, please let me know! I'm a beginner writer and trying to get my footing!

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Im a genderfluid pansexual, anyone and everyone is welcome in my blog :)

Reblog is this is a safe space for the identities theses flags represent pls follow too

Hehehe I’m a demiboy <3

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what do we think about this chorus?

a/n : yall I'm literally writing this on my phone this is not pre planned wish me luck

i said I wouldn't fall in love again

But oh

You hold my hand in the halls

And kiss me under the stars

I can't imagine life without you

Im not gonna make the same mistakes all over again

My indecision creeping in

I said I wouldn't fall in love again