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fun little oc/story stuff

made perfume profiles for Street Spirit and its characters (saw this idea on TikTok and stole it from Carnalhaus, should def check her out, I'm obsessing over American Tradition rn)

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"Far Away-Remaster" and "Daddy's Girl EDP" are what I dream about in a cologne.

" Sweet Spot" would most definitely feed the gourmand girlies

My personal LEAST favorite is " all wound up" bc I'm the original Alex Schwep hater

ANYWAYS CHECK OUT CARNALHAUS BC I LOVE HER STUFF SM

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ARTFIGHT

Finally locking in for Artfight this year! My card is below so feel free to check my ocs out(it’s only two for the time being) please ignore my used I made it so long ago

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when I remember I’m black and get my hair braided I immediately regret that shit bc why tf do I not know how to style these braids 😭

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hate living in a port city bc why is the USMC and Navy making tik toks with their stupid little oat milk matcha lattes

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you bitches can hate on country music all you want but Luke Bryan will have you on the tabletop

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should I start writing for sinners??

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Smoke pistol whipping the fuck out of Sammie will never not be funny to me

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I WILL participate in art fight this year

I WILL participate in art fight this year

I WILL participate in art fight this year

I WILL participate in art fight this year

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Gonna update Sedatives trust

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I mourn Jeff Buckley and Layne Staley more than I should

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MONSTER HIGH MADE A LOST BOYS DOLL JOYOUS DAYYYY

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I’d like to think that Erin didn’t hate living.  

I’d want to think that she didn’t hate waking up at 4:00 every morning because she couldn’t sleep, and the sound of our mother leaving for work would rouse her from the comfort of her bed, mouth dry and eyes watery. Mornings like those, where I’d wake up to the smell of coffee and sugared oatmeal leave me with thoughts of this. In my mind, she was unhappy with her scenery, she was at a standstill and just needed that extra nudge again. ‘It's just the drugs’ is what I would tell myself. ‘Just the drugs. She can stop if she wants to, hell she’ll stop soon!’ is what clattered around in my head as I watched her pull a shriveled baggie from her bra. She knew how much to take, when to, and how to clean it up.  

And I’d watch.  

I’d watch as she made a neat little line and rolled a dollar, something her dealer had taught her ages ago. It was never much, just enough to give her that euphoria she desperately craved. I wanted to feel it too, sometimes. I’d beg and plead, yet she always refused. Back then, I called her selfish, greedy, and she’d scoff and roll her eyes. Now I know why she never made two neat little lines on that glass table. It would be around 6:45 when she’d exit her room again, blunt in hand and an apologetic smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Weed was one thing, blow was one thing, dope was another. If there was one thing my sister knew how to do was roll weed. We’d lazily make our way to her car, slamming the door behind us, a habit we’d picked up from Mom herself. Smoking helped for a while. It was something to bond over and destress about the week with. Sometimes it would just be us, other times Ledger, and rarely it would be Shawnee or Silas. I didn’t like Silas too much, but Shawnee always brought snacks with her. Ledger didn’t smoke with us though, he always had morning shifts at some uppity diner and had to give it up that May, which was fine, more time with my sister alone was always appreciated. I remember her yelling at me for wetting the blunt with my lip gloss, well, not yelling per se. She had a habit of sucking her teeth, regardless of her displeasure or positive reaction towards something, she sucked her teeth. Happy? Sucking her teeth and smiling. Annoyed? Sucking her teeth with a scowl or curse word. Erin was never good at hiding her facial expressions. Sure, she could not say how she was feeling, but her face would show it, half the time it would. I miss those days, where easier than the ones now. A lot less complicated.  

She brought him home on August 12, which I know for sure. We knew him from Erin’s lifeguard job, though you could barely call it a job when all she did was smoke and drink after 6:30, shit I’d be right there with her. She’d always been picky, sure making out at parties drunk off your ass every Friday didn’t make it seem like it, but Erin had a type, a pattern that she stuck to religiously. Ledger was the epitome of her patterns. Dark eyes and a perpetually pained expression, and cigarettes. He looked like he was in the wrong time, like he should’ve been a pained, love-scarred poet alongside Poe, Tolstoy, or Bronte. He was all smoke and broken glass, with a musky cologne. Erin was infatuated with him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like that over a Man, a woman? Sure. Shawnee had Erin fucked up for a while after their break-up, something our mother praised her for. I think she liked seeing Erin cry, but I’m getting off-topic. Ledger was the first to make a move, which shocked everyone. He was quiet. He’d found her at a party, apparently, from what Shawnee said; she also groaned about how sober Erin was that night, so it couldn’t be blamed on the alcohol. I could take from the drunkenly written walls of text that Erin had found her way into his car.  

She came home early that night, giggling like she was 14 again and had just had her first kiss. Erin liked him a lot.  

It pissed me off for a while, him taking her from me. She’d been mine for the longest, just her and I, then come waltzing in this pathetic-looking man with eyes just as empty as hers and scoops her up like fucked up Prince Charming. I hated him, hated his hair, the way he spoke, everything. He walked carefully, like he was waiting for something.

-Hailey Nichols, 2008

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maths finals are actually gonna kill me

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do you draw for Julius and Killien anymore? I miss them on ur page <\/3

ah I don’t really draw anything anymore. nothing against sanity if that’s what you’re implying </3 I’ve just been busy with adult things like working and college stuff

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daily reminder Erin sounds like cornbread and sweet tea (her daddy is from Louisiana, her mama is a South Carolinian, and she was raised in Virginia)

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how are you a “horror” content writer and a whinie bitch XD

1.) all this over a movie I don’t want to watch

2.) WHINIE? THE SOUND HORSES MAKE???

Fuck off my page with that on this good Thursday 😭 go smoke some weed bitch, damn

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Anon be like "YOU'RE A PUSSY POSER FOR NOT WATCHING ASF"

... Anon dunno how many other EH films you seen tho😭

Like damn some people have limits, SHOCKING! I am a splatterpunk and EH author and I write about a LOT of really extreme, horrendous shit - and I'm my upcoming books? Oh they just keep getting more and more fucked. (But I never glorify it, it's all about spreading awareness - anyone who has read The Man with the Scarred Neck knows this about my work). BUT GUESS WHAT? I always put warnings in the preface of the book of what to prepare for, and I always leave a deep authors letter, AND page of resources for victims. I do things because I don't want anyone to go in blind and have it trigger them seriously, and I also want to make sure the meaning of the book is clear, no matter of its balls to the walls, and also HELP LINES ARE SO IMPORTANT JUST IN CASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I do love ASF, because it brought light to things I experienced as a victim when I was a minor (and adult too). I appreciate the story, and I also understand Serbian enough to not have the film lost in translation. BUT. I understand why it's too much for many people. I'm not gonna judge. And if children being harmed is too much but you love extreme horror, I recommend the film Irreversible or my own novel The Man with the Scarred Neck. Cannibal Holocaust is also great if you can handle seeing animal deaths on screen but the purpose was hunting and it fed the cast and crew.

Anyway ✌️ Chyaaaa

Don't call my friend a pussy poser or I'll go rabid

Nah it’s cool I am what I eat 😔