#cursedwip

[ghostzzy]

inspired by kitkat @crimeronan's codependency poll, here's a codependency poll of my own, featuring dynamics from my ocs <3

[dragonchilddesigns]

You've been tricked you're my test reader for a novel so bad it takes a seminary drop out with brainrot to know how bad it is. I'm not sorry for this prank and I will do it again.

[ghostzzy]

two shitty vampire girls with unusual powers destabilize the entire political structure of their city in an attempt to secure their autonomy and freedom, where vampirism is an allegory for disability & chronic illness <3

it’s that time again! writers, what are you working on this month? pitch your WIP here 👀

include any links to intros/applicable posts in your reblog & i’ll boost as much as i can!

[beebeebweebo]

cursed iteration one hehe

[impishglee]

i have 3 mutuals named izzy so in my head theyre all roughly sorted into like

ronan izzy

cursed izzy

eidolon izzy

[sanderinthesheets]

Behold...yasmina 2.0 ✨

Completed

[ghostzzy]

having fun on pinterest again 🌹🖤

[ghostzzy]

no one asked but i'm expanding on the dog years dee post.

dee grew up in an extremely strict environment. her family were public figures and she couldn't leave the house if a single hair on her head was out of place. she had a brother, but they were in constant competition, never close. she had no real friends, because she went to a very small private school and everyone was scared of her and her family.

and also she was dying. when she wasn't at home or at school, she was at the hospital, getting tests run, having new treatments tried on her. she didn't know at the time that she was terminal, but she almost died a lot of times and she knew there was a very good chance she would die very young.

so being kept like a pet, groomed and preened and taken out in limited capacities to trot in front of cameras and then put back in her gilded cage -- it made her furious. she resented every second of it. she knew her life was going to be short, and to spend it like that was intolerable.

and she was unbearably lonely.

her best friend was her family's dog. a chipper yellow lab named 'daisy.' when she was feeling strong, they'd play in the yard together, tumble in the grass and bask in the sun and play catch, where the walls were high enough to not worry about paparazzi. and when dee was too weak to leave her room, daisy would come lay with her. and when dee would lay in the dark, having panic attacks for hours, she'd call for daisy and hide her face in her fur and pet her and hold her until she could breathe again.

in the privacy of her room, or when her family couldn't hear, she'd rename daisy 'fang.' she thought it was funny. she wondered what it would take for a docile, domesticated creature like daisy to bite someone. she dreamed, lots of times, of opening the back gate and letting daisy run away, but she never had the heart to do it.

and then dee was put away. taken to the hospital and never brought home. and she never saw her dog again. she never got to say goodbye. in the years that passed, she knew daisy was too old to still be alive.

and dee kept dying, slowly. all alone. forgotten but to all of two people. and she couldn't lay down in the grass, in the sun. or breathe fresh air. and she became even more horrible. and she knew, even if anyone saw her again someday, she'd look like a monster.

dee doesn't really believe in heaven, or at least, she doesn't believe she's welcome there. but early on, when the loneliness still stung, and she thought she might still have the privilege of actually fully dying, being dead, being done with this purgatory -- she imagined meeting daisy again. seeing her sniffing some grass in a meadow and calling her 'fang' and daisy picking up her head and running toward her, even though dee looked so different now, recognizing her and tackling her over and licking her face and loving her anyway.

[ghostzzy]

Adrianna grabbed him by the wrist. His skin wrinkled under her fingers like tissue paper. With just as much integrity, he crumpled to the ground, mouth slivered in the beginnings of a scream.

inspired by @redwing's post

[ghostzzy]

hey fellas is it gay to walk in on your girl best friend shaving and oops you startled her so she nicked her chin and so of course you've got to blot the dot of blood off her face but she literally watches your pupils dilate while you do it so she tells you to go ahead and lick it off your finger and you do. is that gay or is that normal.

[ghostzzy]

thinking about how adrianna is starving.

she has been living on watered-down black-market blood for years, sometimes going weeks without even that. she can’t acquire better blood without hurting someone.

she hasn’t been touched skin-to-skin in years, often shying away from any touch or closeness at all. she only ever touches someone in the context of hurting them.

she is Desperate to feel fed, to feel connected, to be content or satisfied, to be Not Starving, to feel like a person instead of a hollowed out Thing.

but she is also completely Disgusted by those desires, because fulfilling them comes at the cost of pain and damage and scar tissue.

And Then.

she meets dee.

someone who can touch her. who can feed her. who is also, in many ways, a hungry black hole that can never be satiated. and, maybe most importantly, who does not care at all that adrianna is a thing to be feared. who encourages and empowers her to be everything that she is, even the ugliest parts.

and then every second becomes a struggle for adrianna to keep her mouth off of dee.

[ghostzzy]

since i can't properly write for them right now. allow me to talk about them for a moment.

adrianna is a guard dog. before she was a vampire, she was a little kid who was terrified to become a vampire but knew it was inevitable. she didn't know how her power would manifest, how brutal it would be, but she always knew she was destined to become a monster. so when she realized, early on, that being scary could protect the people she loved, she leaned into it. if she was going to become a monster no matter what, she might as well use it to keep her loved ones safe.

and stevie was in such desperate need of protection. he had no one, and he was such an easy target -- he wore his heart and his pain on his sleeve for anyone to see and take advantage of. but maybe most importantly, he wasn't afraid of adrianna, even though she made herself scary, even though she'd become a vampire. he'd grown up in the care of humans who didn't give a shit about him, who had been cruel to him in a hundred ways -- he knew you didn't need fangs or bloodthirst to be a monster, saw no reason those things would make you crueler than anyone else.

and they became such fast friends. he never felt as loved as the first time adrianna punched someone in the nose for him. never felt as safe as when he held her hand in the hallways, daring anyone to step up or say anything.

at least, until they started dating, and then love became having a key to the front door of her house and letting himself in, being called his new name by her whole family; safety became hiding under blankets with her and seeing just how gentle she could be for him underneath all that bark and bite.

and adrianna needed that. she needed someone who wasn't scared of her, who trusted her implicitly; someone to be gentle for.

and then she became a monster, worse than she could've ever imagined. and then her family disappeared out from under her in a matter of weeks. and then all she had left was stevie and her little sister, and the ONLY way left she had to show them she cared for them was to become that guard dog again.

but now it wasn't fighting high school bullies to save stevie from getting shoved in lockers. it was real violence, blood and scars and criminal violations, to save them from separation and starvation.

and stevie still does what he can, to remind her that she's more than the monster. but he can't touch her anymore, can't kiss her, can't hold her. and it's a reminder she's less and less willing to hear every day.

[ghostzzy]

when i say i want you all to get weird about cursedwip someday, it is scenes like this that i have in mind:

[ghostzzy]

too many flesh suppers / los campesinos!

[ghostzzy]

“imply” for the cursedwip game!! and/or “trace”

ooo here's a tiny one that you will be able to appreciate after the dee & adrianna meetcute i sent you the other day <333

Adrianna traced the bruises of the stranger’s fingerprints on her windpipe until she suffocated herself to sleep.

play cursedwip games with me!

[ghostzzy]

dee + dog years