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               HIATUS NOTICE: 03/03/21 - 03/07/21

hello   all   !!   first   off   i’d   like   to   slip   in   a   real   canadian   sorry   for   my   inactivity.   its   my   first   year   as   a   phd   student   and   grading   papers   while   also   trying   to   do   my   own   research   is   a   f**king   mission.   this   week,   i’m   going   to   take   time   to   reset.   hopefully   by   sunday   i’ll   feel   more   refreshed   and   excited   to   write.   but   lately,   i’ve   just   been   feeling   really   foggy   and   unmotivated.   most   of   my   brain   power   is   bing   used   for   school   -   i   cant   wait   to   come   back   and   explore   writing   that’s   fun   for   the   purpose   of   being   fun.   replies   are   drafted   and   i   promise   i   will   do   my   best   to   get   to   them   as   soon   as   possible.   if   anyone   would   like   my   discord,   hmi   !!

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@evermxre

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Charles Edward Perugini

English (Italian born), 1839-1918

I know a maiden fair to see (details)

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#same

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@creaturemade​   sent:   ❛   i   wouldn’t   dream   of   challenging   you.   ❜   

      “Then   you’re   not   as   stupid   as   I   would   have   assumed.”   As   bitter   as   they   sounded,   one   could   only   imagine   how   those   words   would   have   tasted   to   the   sharp   tongue   of   the   vampire.   Mary’s   fingers   curled   against   the   hem   of   her   sleeve,   the   smallest   of   fidgets   a   signal   that   perhaps,   there   is   a   glimmer   of   humanity   left   within   those   ageless   bones.   

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IMMORTAL

                            HEART WHICH HAS NOT YET LEARNED HOW TO STILL       keeps on beating stubbornly inside chest .         forever dying creature finds a place to sit           ;           hands folded neatly ‘pon his own lap .        memorable ,      yet utterly forgetful .        ❝     both ,      equally .     ❞          AIR IS HEAVY WITH ALL UNSPOKEN THINGS  ,           tight voice .       a whisper of the damned .      ❝     for one cannot be without the other .     not truly .       no matter how many lies they tell you to make you believe it is so .     ❞

         Inner   ear   twitches   to   the   sound.   It   is   sweet   and   thumping   with   such   precision.   “You   speak   so   poetically,”   the   brunette   shifts   on   long   legs   to   take   a   seat   next   to   him   much   like   a   moth   would   to   a   flame.   It   brings   her   some   form   of   comfort,   maybe,   to   be   so   close   to   the   sound   of   a   heart   beat.   “I’m   not   sure   I   know   of   much   innocence   anymore.   Ignorance   -   perhaps   I’m   guilty   of   from   time   to   time.”   

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(´꒳`)♡

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@evermxre​   sent:   ❛   perhaps   you   shouldn’t   turn   your   back   on   me.   ❜   

   Ice   leaves   its   gilded   cage   with   a   soft   unneeded   exhale.   Even   in   all   her   years,   Maryam   had   a   difficult   time   deciphering   him.   His   promises.   His   threats.   Even   now,   as   his   own   heated   breath   on   the   back   of   her,   tickles   the   nape   of   her   neck,   the   last   thing   the   felt   was   fear.   Stupid,   stupid   girl.   Years   of   cruelty   and   you   still   will   yourself   into   open   snares   like   a   racing   hare.   “If   you’re   trying   to   make   me   fear   you,   you’re   failing.”   

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IDIOT

◤  ┅   ❝  that’s LIKE- kinda harsh considering i’m bleeding.  ❞   shaggy’s bloody brow scrunches in confusion but soon he’s hissing due to aggravating his wound. no matter how many years his parents threw him in gymnastics in hopes it would remove some of his clumsiness, he still ended up faceplanting the floor on the way into work. another hiss leaves his lips as the other begins to help patch him up. 

      Her   own   brows   pinch   together   in   apparent   frustration.   To   the   unseeing   eye,   perhaps   the   doe   eyed   brunette   hates   the   sight   of   it.   Would   be   an   easy   enough   excuse   -   for   one   to   shy   away   in   the   face   of   gore   (   no   matter   how   mild   ).   Upon   realizing   how   rude   her   comment   was,   Maryam   shrugged   shoulders   in   a   false   attempt   at   breath;   “I’m   sorry   -   I,”   lips   rub   together   in   lack   of   an   answer.   Fumble.   “Blood   freaks   me   out.   I   didn’t   mean   to   be...   harsh.   Are   you   okay?”   

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*sees two bees flying around my garden* me: i wonder.,. if…. they’re friends..

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ODETTE

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“I really fucked it up this time.”

Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons

      “I’m   sure   that’s   not   true,”   pink   lips   purse   before   rolling   together   in   small   exasperation.   “You   are   far   too   hard   on   yourself   -   to   err   is...   human.”   Comforting,   Mary.   

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snejana jens

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@lgendry​   sent:   ❛         life’s      not      fair      ,      is      it      ?❜   |   ACCEPTING

      “Is   that   what’s   brought   you   here?   Fairness?”   The   angel’s   voice   rung   like   a   bell   from   rafter   above.   Stand   still   enough   and   maybe   she   could   be   mistaken   for   another   statue   among   rows   of   headstones.   Pallid   and   unbelievably   sad   looking,   with   a   drifting   sort   of   gaze   that   finally   slipped   in   his   direction.   What   a   curiosity   it   was,   to   be   sought   out.   “I   have   never   been   much   concerned   of   fairness.”   Or,   of   life   for   that   matter.   

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VLAD

❈ — “I know that there’s good in it.” Green eyes held her gaze as he slowly moved toward her. “I know there’s a longing within it, as well. A longing to understand your existence, for something more out of it. And a need to feel connected. Yet you’ve closed yourself off from ever finding what it is you long for. Why?” 

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         “You   cannot   bare   the   possibility   of   me   not   being   what   you   expect   me   to,”   her   words   are   meaningless   although   a   blatant   attempt   to   jab   at   the   other.   She   doesn’t   like   it:   feeling   so...   vulnerable   infront   of   someone   else.   In   front   of   him.   “What   I   long   for   left   me   a   long   time   ago.   Perhaps   I’ve   simply   given   up   on   the   fantasy   of   the   pursuit.”