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starting a new muse game (because i have too much going on in my head but cannot, for the love of god, get one thing onto paper). also i wanna see your guys' creativity again.
you're getting published! what's the title of your book and how does it look like? feel free to write a logline (if you feel like it).
rules : have fun with it ! just tag along if you wanna join. create book titles for you ; your friends ; your foes or stick with themes, if that's more up your alley. create whatever fuels your creativity.
with this one i stuck with the theme of » the past «
also i really wanted to design a book cover for the immaculate @exsecrabar (sorry, love, i had to)
tagging: @phasmophobie @trauma-report @exsecrabar @ertraeumte @vikasgarden @caughtbetweenworlds @bvtchcr @sentiire @darkvrge @heartofglass-mindofstone @theallegedsourwolf and everyone else who wants to join in
WHO ARE YOU REALLY?
"But we are not the same, Elijah. You and I are two entirely different people."
It was a fleeting moment. A glimpse that, unbeknownst to him, would crawl beneath his skin and promised to stay there for some time. Just as the thought of his father's passing, hidden carefully below the surface, out of reach for anyone who dared to dig deeper. Just as the frightening thought of eternity, where everything he did or didn't do would loose its meaning.
Elijah thought about the things he admired in people and, behind closed doors, he realized he was none of that. For years he had carefully constructed the idea people had of him. A brother. An uncle. A friend. A hero. A rolemodel. That's what people saw in him, but that's not who he was. But who was he really?
All he had known was that he didn't like who he became when he was angry. Neither did he like the man he was when he was alone. For years he had kept himself a secret, because he couldn't stand who he was. And now, while trying so hard to forget his past, he had lost himself. Lost his purpose. He closed his eyes, opened them again and realized that so many memories have vanished, but the things he had done remained.
Was he a good person? And if he wasn't, were people actually capable of changing their true nature? If they weren't, was there even hope for him?
"But I'm still a good person, right? I need you to tell me that I'm a good person."
⸺ ELIJAH ALEX WILLIAMS
31, brooklyn, independent & highly selective novelist, fakevz based, crossover friendly [carrd] [edits]
tears in the rain – hans zimmer // hope – NF // i'm tired – labrinth // smooth operator – sade // immigrant song – led zeppelin // stars are blind – paris hilton (that's a long story, please don't ask) // easy – commodores // lacrimosa – mozart // i am the antichrist to you – kishi bashi (yes i noticed the misspelling, shove it up your ass lmao) // journal of ardency – class actress // and – eden // home is a question mark – morissey
tagged by: @thedevil-diabolical (thank you!)
tagging: the squad @phasmophobie @caughtbetweenworlds @trauma-report @ertraeumte @a-neverending-story @exsecrabar @heartofglass-mindofstone (just skip out on this one if you did it already or, even better, do it AGAIN)
PSA: carrd rework is up !!! [click me]
you're looking at a brand new landing page, new spicy photos and, most importantly, a complete rework of the "writing & verses" tab, including fancy artworks, soundtracks and completely revamped in-depth texts and loglines about the fantastic stories i write with my flawless rp partners (including new fics, new lore and more worldbuilding!). happy exploring!
»there were things i couldn’t say; i could only write them.
because when i spoke, i thought; and when i wrote, i felt.«
nyc, medium format, summer 2023.