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Tick tock

Goes the clock

Haven’t you ever wondered

Why you don’t stop?

Bells will ring

Birds will sing

And you will too

When the end you bring

An hourglass broken

A hand unturned

Worms are a dead man’s best friend

But you have learned

That you will never leave the earth unturned

You do not breathe.

You do not think.

You do not have a heart to speak of.

What are you?

What is your name?

-The Masses

Ahhh this doesn’t really make sense without context but it’s an OC-inspired poem I made on the spot for fun

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I have recently had a desire to get back into Tumblr and oh my god— I’m looking back on some of this stuff here and I’m- very proud??? Huh- especially that icy one, man,,,, I need to write more stuff like that

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A shiver ran down Quinn's spine the moment she stepped through the doorway of the Poudreuse household. Her visible shiver earned her a small but amused chuckle from Lumi's mom, which made the seemingly subzero temperature inside all worth it to her. She'd never look a gift horse in the mouth, especially considering how rare such a sound from the cold woman was. After gaining her bearings, Quinn gave Lumi's mother a great big smile. She chirped, "G'morning! Sorry for the intrusion ma'am, but is Lumi awake yet? It's getting kinda late..." The older woman's ice-like eyes narrowed a little bit, and after a small hum she said, "Oh, don't worry about it. She's still getting ready. Have you eaten breakfast yet, by any chance?" "PfT- Miss Isadora, you know my dad. He didn't let me leave the house 'till he knew I at least grabbed something from the table. I ate it on the way here. Thank you very much, though!" Quinn grinned even wider, and then peered around the long-haired woman to look for Lumi. "Can I go to her room?" Isadora's tight-lipped smile raised ever so slightly. "Sure, sure. Feel free to run out with food from the table if you're really that late. Have a good day at school." "Thank you!" Then, a small wave later the ghostly pale woman disappeared into the dim, cold house. Quinn took a moment to take off her shoes, since she didn't want to get the carpet all dirty, but after that she sped through the house like a lightning bolt. By now she knew this place by heart, even if she never really got used to how cold the Poudreuse family kept it here. In moments she was at Lumi's door, and she swung it open after a brisk knock.  "Lumiiiii~! Up and at em, girl! We're gonna be late if you don't come out already!" Quinn exclaimed, and scanned her best friend's room for her. It was tidy and comfy-looking as always. Quinn was tempted to jump on Lumi's bed so she could cuddle with the pillows and plushies she had gifted Lumi over the years, but alas, it was not to be for now. Other than the plushies, Lumi's room was desolate when it came to decoration- and a certain girl she was searching for. Quinn poked her head inside more, just in case Lumi was just out of sight. However, there was no snow-white girl to be seen. Quinn puffed her cheeks out in slight frustration. She was normally easygoing when it came to school, but on the first day she just really wanted to be there on time. She opened her mouth to exclaim her friend's name again, but the only thing that came out was a squeak caused by what felt like ice pressing up against her lower back. Still mid-squeak, she jumped forward further into Lumi's room and spun on her heel to see who or what the culprit of such a feeling was- and to her not-surprise, it was Lumi, with as blank of an expression as ever. Quinn took a moment to shiver and rub her back a little bit, all the while playfully whining, "Heeeey! That wasn't fair, your mom was obviously in on it this time. Not to mention, it isn't time for pranks, Lumi, you know we're gonna be late if we don't hurrryyyy!" Lumi kept staring quietly, and Quinn stared back with puffed out cheeks. It didn't take long for Lumi's deadpan expression to crack as she let out a few giggles, and then she nodded with a soft smile. "Right. Sorry. Let's go." Her gaze lingered on Quinn for a moment, and then she walked out of view toward the front door. Quinn shook her head with a small chuckle, and checked her phone for the time as she followed after Lumi. 6:45. She bet if they hurried, they could make it by 7. Thank goodness it was a small enough town that they wouldn't take long to get to school on foot.

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I remember brilliant winter mornings filled with sweet treats and the warmth of the fireplace. The plush carpet underneath my toes, and the gentle creaking of the mahogany walls against the icy breeze. Leather-bound books whose covers proudly wore the marks of its past experiences, and pages yellowed with age that carried the thoughts and dreams of my ancestors. The smell of spices drifting from the kitchen as my mother concocted yet another flavorful dish that left my mouth watering. The gentle, warm tone of my parents as they went through tomes with me, turned page after page, pointing out the details of our arcana in a way that someone as young as me could understand. The feeling of the rough wooden slab underneath my fingers, as my other hand carefully maneuvered a cold metal tool to carve out my heart's desires. Once, I tried something new that left my parents laughing good-naturedly. I tried applying our language to it-- dot, dot, dot, a sentence or two later, and nothing happened. I was stunned, and still chuckling under his breath, my father gently took my small hand into his own. He carved out the glyph that best fit my intended outcome, and a moment later a soft glow of light appeared in front of us. A giant smile appeared on my face at the sight, and together my family and I continued on throughout the night doing magic tricks together, laughing and smiling all the way. 

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TW: Mentions of death, blood, and non-descriptive body horror related to crystals   Running her hands along the unnaturally smooth, crystalline cavern walls, an unknown woman slowly walked through the cave. It was extremely bright for a cave- courtesy of the various glowing crystals along the walls and floor that pierced through the glass-like substance covering everything. The already cold temperature became bone-chilling the further down she went, but even as her joints ached and extremities grew numb, she refused to turn back now. Still clutching her aching side with one arm, she continued on with a hint of desperate determination in her face. The only warmth her fingers could feel was the red ichor spilling through her fingers and onto the floor below her. Onwards she continued, on and on and on and on.... Here, the cave was brighter than ever. It wasn't just the protruding crystals that were glowing now- it was like the colorful, semi-transparent walls themselves were a window to some heavenly place. Staring at the radiant array of colors glowing in the walls like an aurora, an awed smile managed to slip onto her exhausted face. She continued onwards with renewed strength, because now she could see the end of the tunnel. At the end of the long hallway, it opened up into a grand circular cavern that seemed to reach several stories above her. At the middle of the area was a giant crystal stalagmite with a bright luminescent glow flowing all throughout it, and through the floor into the walls and various smaller crystal pillars around it. She stumbled forward haphazardly in an attempt to get closer, and her worn wooden sandals slipped due to the combined effort of the icy smooth floors and her blood. However, even as she fell and her blood began to pour all around her, tainting the floor with its poisonous mortal essence, she couldn't bring herself to look away from the great sight. This.. finally, she was here. Everything wasn't all for nothing, after all. Even if she was going to die here, so long as she got to see the very structure she had dedicated her entire life to seeing, she felt she was at peace. It didn't matter that there were various other individuals in the room with her-- completely covered in glowing crystals, their former bodies so far gone that their only remains were preserved bones, and carefully sculpted crystal that gave some sort of resemblance to their former selves. It didn't matter... The only thing that mattered to her was the fact that she got here, and she was satisfied. …As the brilliant radiance finally began to fade to black, she swore that she saw someone walk out from behind one of the crystal pillars from out of the corner of her eye. The last thing she felt was icy cold hands caressing her pale face.

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Mother

Once upon a time, You weaved my life before me.

You started With a delicate string called life. It twirls and it curls Desperate to grab onto something But everyone knows that there is nothing.

You then added on A frayed string called kindness. It’s terribly worn In every shape and form, But even as it grows older and tougher There’s nothing better than the smile of a lover.

Next in line, Is a wavy piece of twine. It keeps the braid together Like birds of a feather. It keeps me strong Even when I know I’m wrong. Although that isn’t The best trait on my plate, It keeps me from a place of hate When my temper starts to break.

With careful, Warm, loving fingers, You add on a final thread. Its color is peculiar, Its trait is void. It brings in other threads, Trying to find a color that matches it. It used to match with your braid, but now...

Once upon a time, You weaved my life before me.

Now that you’re gone, It’s time to weave a braid of my own hereon. It may not be As beautiful as your own, But I’ll try to make it worthy Of being compared to yours.

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Among her mother’s possessions, she found an old notebook. The worn leather cover and yellow pages gave her a good guess to its age. She ran a gentle hand along the blank cover, and felt the rough material underneath her fingertips. Could it be a journal? Quinn let out a soft sigh as she wondered if it would be okay to look through a dead woman’s diary. After a moment of pondering, she slowly unveiled the book’s contents. What she got was a page filled with old writing. It was way too faded to read, so she quickly turned the page to the next one. The next two pages had slightly more legible writing- and a picture of a different person on each one. It seemed that the second page was slightly stained with something...red, too? Huh. From what little Quinn’s father had told her, her deceased mother had been something of an alcoholic- so, without much else to go on, Quinn assumed it was wine. She turned her gaze to the photos again. 

The first one was a man who she guessed was in about his forties. Behind him was a simple grey wall, and he faced toward the camera completely. His cold brown eyes were faded in the old photograph, but she imagined they were a pleasant chocolate color back when this was first taken. His black hair was slicked back professionally, and on his face was a small close-mouthed smile. His skin was paper-white to the point she wondered if he even had any blood. Not seeing much else of interest, she turned her gaze to the notes scribbled across the page that housed his picture. 

Name- Walter Heron.

“Alrighty then, bird boy it is.” Quinn muttered under her breath before continuing on.

Occupation- Founder and CEO of Heron Industries.

Never heard of it. Quinn raised an eyebrow at the name, deciding to look it up later.

Species- Vampire

“The fu-”  

“Quinn!”

Her surprised remark was suddenly cut off by the familiar voice of her father calling her name from downstairs. She jumped in place out of shock, and sucked in a mouthful of gloriously aged dust from the attic floorboards that had been sent up by her tennis shoes violently hitting the floor. Quinn coughed and gagged for a moment in response, but she managed to let out a weak call back.

“Coming.”

She closed the journal, and started heading towards the attic door. Each step was like a thousand weights were weighing on her shoulders. Her fingers longed for the feel of the leather journal for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Sure, her mom might’ve been a bit crazy like her father has always told her, but... Ah, to heck with it. Quinn speed walked back to where she left the journal, and quickly stashed it underneath her coat. If she let her father catch her with this, she was definitely in for a lecture.

“Quinn?” “Coming, sorry!”

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Two hearts tied together                                                                                    Best friends forever

“It’s a promise,” they said                                                                                  With their pinkies wrapped together                                                              Smiles upon their faces and laughter in their eyes                                            Until two imposters were left, side by side.

The first one disappeared                                                                                  And then her imposter debuted the next year.                                                    Her parents had been murdered                                                                        Her heart was a mess                                                                                        Her true self fell underneath the cracks                                                            Until only a doll was left.

The second waited for her friend’s return                                                          And found that her heart grew bitter as she yearned,                                        For the love, warmth, kindness of a friend                                                        That the imposter could not give her again.

Her only friend now gone                                                                                    She only could dream on                                                                                      Of a life where she mattered                                                                                Of a life where people cared                                                                                  It no longer mattered to the imposter                                                                      If that care bloomed from despair.

Two shells lost forever                                                                                  Sinister flowers that cannot bloom unless they’re together.

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It was a mildly cold, cloudy night. There was a light drizzle a few hours earlier, so the sidewalk and streets had the occasional puddle. The road was empty, save for some parked cars on the sides. Crow was walking home after grocery shopping, all the while holding a few plastic bags filled with groceries. He had a slight skip in his step, since the fellow was looking forward to cooking a new meal that he had learned recently for his children. However, as he walked past an alleyway, Crow felt a sharp chill run down his spine.

“I know everything about you.”

Crow froze in place at the calm, soft voice that came from behind him. After a second of silence, the voice continued on with a faint giddy tone.

“Where you live, where you go every Tuesday for groceries, what brand of pasta you get, how much it all costs. Of course, that’s only a tiny portion of what I know. If I were actually listing it, we’d be here forever.”

His senses were going wild at this point. A deep rooted sense of dread was pooling at the bottom of his stomach by the time he managed to turn around and face the dark alleyway. It was too dark for him to see without his night vision goggles. He was rarely out of uniform, but unfortunately this creep caught him during one of the rare times he was. The aforementioned creep strolled her way out of the darkness and into the warm light of the street lamp. Her iconic black and white striped clothing, shades that were on even in the dead of night, and long blonde hair gave her identity away to him immediately. A high ranking mafia member whom he had met earlier. That only made the poor hero even more on edge. After another second, he managed to give the lady an answer.

“...What do you want?” Ack. Way too cold. Bad Crow. He innerly cringed, because even when faced with a danger such as this he felt the need to treat others kindly. Crow supposed it was his nerves to blame for such a cold, blunt tone. Surprisingly enough, that just caused her to chuckle and clasp her hands together like he had just told her a mildly amusing joke.

“Pfff… I’m sorry. You probably don’t like being caught out here without your precious suit on, right? My bad. I just couldn't help myself, with you being so…close.” At the beginning, her voice was friendly and casual. However, as she continued on a much more sinister and slightly breathy tone took its place. The lady took a small step forward as a grin slipped onto her face, and Crow took a step back in response.

“True, very true, I don’t like it- but… you never answered my question.” Crow narrowed his eyes slightly, and his acquaintance froze for a moment. She straightened up, sighed, and then immediately loosened her posture again with a giggle and a shrug.

“I mean, isn’t it obvious? I want you.” Crow silently decided that it was time to ask his boss for a stranger danger alarm.

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Ai smiled as lovely as she always did while preparing sweets.

She put on her apron with enthusiasm shimmering in her eyes. Making food for others had always been a passion of hers, and being able to share this hobby of hers with her close friend Mikoto made Ai even more motivated. Ai skipped over to the fridge the cooking club room had, and quickly gathered the needed ingredients for baking a cake. She then collected the tools, and began to go through the movements of cooking that she knew all too well.

However, something out of the corner of her eye broke Ai out of her usual routine. The knife rack. A small but satisfactory feeling began to grow in her heart as she stared at the useful tools. Soon enough, her hands were on the handle of one and she pulled it out. The cold metal glimmered in a familiar, soothing manner that Ai couldn’t help but love. She sighed adoringly, and then slowly turned her gaze back to the bowl filled with batter that was in front of her.

An idea crossed her mind. Ai giggled softly, finding the idea preposterous— but as the silence in the room seemed to intensify after she quieted down…

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“Wow! This cake is so good..! What did you put in it???” Mikoto exclaimed with a blissful expression on her face.

Ai smiled as lovely as she always did after making pastries, but this time she somehow seemed even happier.

“The usual. Eggs, flour, milk, and a drop of love!” Ai giggled as she clasped her hands together tightly, so she could feel the bandage on her finger.

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Hi!

Hello! I exist here now to write, write, write some more, and perhaps rant about a few of my OCs occasionally. I don’t really know how to post for the first time, so I decided to just- well- say hello and state what I wanna do. I really wanna practice my writing now that it’s almost summer for me, so feel free to send in an ask with something you want me to write or a prompt or something. I can’t promise I’ll get to it and my writing isn’t the best, but if you spend time out of your day to ask I’ll definitely try my best <3 Will Probably Write: Yandere stuff, really bad poems, general OC stuff, random scenes that come to mind, usually modern fantasy Will Not Write: NSFW, Extreme/Detailed Gore, and things my smol potato brain fails to understand. Welp, I hope anyone who sees this has a wonderful day!