#gh0stly writings

[gh0stly-pages]

Welcome to my page <3

Requests open however they may take me a while to get to, my apologies!

Feel free to call me Ghost ;) I write for a variety of people/fandoms. Lover of horror, super villains (and heroes occasionally), all things gothic, and all things spooky.

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Masterlist

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I’ll write for:

DC: Ledger! Joker, Phoenix! Joker, Keoghan!Joker, BTAS! Joker, Dano! Riddler, BTAS! Harley Quinn

MCU: Winter Soldier, Green Goblin, Doc Ock

And misc. horror characters!

(I WONT write smut or any abusive relationships, or just anything I’m not comfortable with. And absolutely no minors, not even aged up. If I’m not comfy with a request, I won’t write it, sorry!)

[ailtrahq]

Although developed as a dummy token, CAL has become a token producing profits for certain individuals. Traders did not heed calls to stop trading the token. Shiba Inu [SHIB] developers are finding it hard to convince traders who don’t want to listen that a token deployed at the testing stage is not worth investing in.  Read Shiba Inu’s [SHIB] Price Prediction 2023-2024 The token in question — Calcium [CAL] — has been picked up by traders looking to make quick profits and is actively trading on a few DEXes. Traders pick up the pieces But that’s not the genesis that brought Calcium into the equation. Calcium, a dummy token, was released by Shiba Inu with no real liquidity. According to a 16 September blog post by Shiba Inu developer Kaal Dhairya, CAL was not meant to be traded. Instead, the token was created for the sole purpose of minting, and renouncing and minting the Bone ShibaSwap [BONE] contract. In the same blog post, Dhairya warned that anyone selling CAL as a token should be considered a “scam.” He specifically wrote that, “This token is being created only for a specific purpose to mint and renounce BONE please do not trade this token as it will not have any future value or need. If someone is selling this please consider this a scam.” Unfortunately, the developer’s warning fell on deaf ears, as some traders decided to go ahead and trade CAL while centering around the dummy token narrative.  In fact, pseudonymous trader bagofbread posted on X (formerly Twitter) that the Calcium community had the backing of Shiba Inu token deployers. $CAL has come to represent hope for those who have been hurt by how shytoshi has handled shib since the ryoshi left. $CAL is a second chance and a truly decentralized token for the people with real $SHIB provenance. — bagofbread (⚰️,⚰️) (@Bagofbread2) September 22, 2023 After calling it the “truly decentralized token”, CAL’s market cap jumped to $1.5 million. At the time of writing, CAL’s price was $0.016— a 3,437% increase in the last 24 hours.  Source: DEX Screener CAL’s chain of command is different  While the narrative seems to be working well for the traders, Shiba Inu lead developer Shytoshi Kusama had to intervene in the matter. According to the telegram message shared by another user @DextMoon on X (formerly Twitter), Kusama asked that the token contract be revoked.  But the traders involved were not having it. Instead of listening to the developer, they took turns gibing at him, saying he was pained that CAL had been a success without his input.  Lol shytoshi is mad we are pumping the coin he deployed and said don’t buy $CAL pic.twitter.com/BrH90MjNjf — Prince of Poverty | Manifesting | Gh0Stly (@DextMoon) September 22, 2023 Realistic or not, here’s BONE’s market cap in SHIB terms As it stands, it is unlikely that the individual encouraging investors to buy CAL will stop anytime soon. Additionally, the Shiba Inu community has called on the developers to renounce the contract.  But Dhairya noted that it would take a number of steps before final renouncement. In the meantime, the developer reiterated his earlier blog post statement in a tweet, noting that, “As previously mentioned in the screenshot below, we are in the process of renouncing BONE. Please do not buy or trade the Calcium token (seriously), there is no liquidity, and claims of large losses are FUD.” Source

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Zero [C I R C E]

⁻ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵗᵃᵐᵒʳᵖʰᵒˢⁱˢ ⁻

𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 | 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧 | 𝙖𝙗𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩����

𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰 - ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ | ᵐⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗⁱᵉˢ | ᶠ | ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ | ʰᵉⁱˢᵉⁿᵇᵉʳᵍ-ᵈᵉᵐⁱ⁻ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ/ᵖᵃⁿʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ | ⁿᵒ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉᵛⁱᵒᵘˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ

𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 - ⁵"⁵ | ¹⁴⁵ˡᵇˢ | ᵖᵃˡᵉ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ | ᵖᵃˡᵉ ᵖⁱⁿᵏ ᵉʸᵉˢ | ᵛᵉʳʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵃⁱʳ | ˢˡᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒⁿᵉᵈ | ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵈᵈⁱˢʰ ʰᵘᵉ, ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵖˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ, ᵗⁱᵖˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵉˢ, ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉᵉˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵇᵒʷˢ. ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇˡᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ᵇʳᵘⁱˢᵉ

The irises of her eyes were the same color as the reddish pink tints around her eyes and knuckles, but paler. It bled into a black color that made her pupils seem larger than they actually were.

The sight unsettled her. They seemed unnatural, but she couldn't recall what they were supposed to look like. She blinked as if they would change once she opened her lids; as if they would turn to some other color, something that looked more normal - but that didn't happen.

𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 - ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ | ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ | ᵗʰᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵒʳᵐˢ | ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴴᵉⁱˢᵉⁿᵇᵉʳᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗᵒʳʸ ⁽ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ⁾ | ᶜʸⁿᵗʰⁱᵃ | ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ | ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ | ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ | ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃˢᵗ

𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 - ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ | ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵒʳˢ | ᴹᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᴹⁱʳᵃⁿᵈᵃ | ⁿᵉᵉᵈˡᵉˢ | ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵒᵗ | ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴴᵉⁱˢᵉⁿᵇᵉʳᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ | ᴹᵒʳᵉᵃᵘ | ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ | ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ | ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵘˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ | ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃˢᵗ

"You're stronger than you know, sweetheart."

[Metamorphosis WIP Intro]

[writer's notes]

as always, feel free to ask to be on the taglist for this wip

the wip tag is - wip: metamorphosis

if you are interested in reading, i have already started uploading it to - wattpad | ao3 | fanfiction

goddess, i love making moodboards so much

cynthia will be up next for character intros

it is totally okay to come to ask about my characters, actually it would be p r i m e and might even help me develop them further

will probably be coming back to edit this post with links and stuff

[linmellowss]

ꪻᬸᭃ⸙ ⃢۰⺀ O 1⨟ Small kisses littered across the other’s face .

1 2⨟ Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss . ❞ ⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟ ⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟ஂ.ꦿ

ཻ ꒷ᩬ꒦⃢ ⃟⃟🌸ᬼ Kissing Prompts List ❜

⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟❀.ꦿ゛ship⨟ Gyro /

Gladstone .

ꦼ ꎿ︾︾ᬻᬷ⃢🍇ᭂ ❛ . . . ❜ ୭̥❀︾︾ꪫꦸˊ˗

Ahí estaban ambos, escondidos en un lugar aislando de aquel extenso laboratorio submarino, para ellos el ocultarse ya era una leve rutina que a ambos le alegraba el día. Desde que Gladstone empezó a salir con Gearloose, iba al money bin más seguido haciendo que Scrooge sospechara de los dos. Aunque el lugar en el que se encontraban en esta ocasión era un poco incómodo para el más alto, disfrutaba de los besos melosos que el de traje verde prolongaba en todo su ya sonrojado rostro. En un momento a otro Gander había parado de colocar esos besos, este solo apreciaba la cara de su pareja después de un trabajo bien hecho que hizo que una sonrisa de enamorado se posará en su pico. Realmente le gustaba ver los gestos que hacía el inventor cuando él le daba pequeñas muestras de cariño, a pesar de que el portador del sombrero amarillo era algo inexperto en las cosas románticas, se sentía bien con la compañía del otro. Estos no habían tenido muchas citas gracias al trabajo del pollo, las cuales eran recompensadas por cada ❛ escapada ❜ que se daban.

❝ ¿ sucede algo ? ❞

Gracias a esa pregunta, Gearloose rompió ese silencio que los rodeaba, el ganso meneó levemente la cabeza en negación para después hablar.

❝ ¿ acaso no puedo mirar el

hermoso rostro de mi novio ? ❞

Gyro solo se limitó a soltar una ligera risa en tanto se sonrojaba más de lo que ya estaba, cuando Gander quería mencionar otra cosa fue frenado por el pico de su adverso, este tomo del chaleco de su pareja para intentar acercarse e profundizar el beso. A lo lejos se escuchaba como las puertas del elevador se abrían dando pasó al jefe de Gyro y tío del afortunado, Mcduck se encontraba buscando al inventor para que le diera un avance de su nuevo proyecto.

❝ ¿¡ Gyro, en donde estas !? ❞

❝ ¡ tú casi nunca dejas

el laboratorio así como así ! ❞

❝ ¡ Gyro, no estoy para bromas ! ❞

Los gritos de búsqueda hicieron que la pareja interrumpieran el beso que tanto habían anhelado a lo largo de su relación. Aquellos gritos habían durado por unos instantes pero se dieron por terminados cuando el sonido del elevador indico que las puertas se habían cerrado, dejando a un par de enamorados intercambiando alguna que otra risa a lo bajo para que después el ganso vestido con tonalidades verdosas le depositará un beso en la frente y le susurrará un;

❝ ve con él, Gy. ❞

el inventor promulgó un gracias mientras le proporcionaba un diminuto y fugaz beso de despedida, para posteriormente salir de su escondite e ir tras del viejo pato, dejando a un Gladstone mirando como el más alto desaparecía a lo lejos con una sonrisa de lado .

[gh0stlycryptic]

did a lot of blog editing. this blog, my witch blog, and my writing blog now have similar names. I have deleted old blogs - including my old writeblr cause it was a side blog and I don't like having side blogs for myself cause I always get stuff mixed up. I was able to theme my writeblr.

I plan on doing a theme for this blog tomorrow, and possible looking for better themes to use.

that one Solavellan drabble I posted whenever-a-time ago will eventually be reposted there, so if any of you are interested in reading more from me you can follow here to see more 🥰 if you are interested in witch blogs you can follow here, but it isn't nearly as organized as this blog or what my writeblr is going to be.

[ishimagines]

This is Mod Ishimaru speaking! Here are the ground rules:

Will write:

NSFW (ADULTS ONLY. NO WOH)

Angst

Fluff

Rarepairs

Funnies

Will NOT write:

Child NSFW (it's unwholesome!)

Angie (discomfort)

OC x character

Ishimaru NSFW (he’s my comfort character)

Currently in ask box: 2/20

@kotokos-cafe @monomonomagines @werewolf-makoto-naegi @get-outside-nekomatsu @ash-the-nekogirl @corvids-with-teeth @dailydanganronpaimagines @dangandespairimagines @danganronpaheadcanons @dangan-imagines @polaris-is-writing @dangandorkimagines @dangitroomba-hcs @komikoz @gh0stly-shu

[gh0stly-official]

☾ THE BASICS ☽

Stage Name: Wonsik Birth Name: Lee Wonsik Position: Main rapper, vocalist, producer Birthplace: Busan, South Korea Nationality: Korean Birthday: January 29th, 1997 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius  Height: 175 cm (5’9″) Weight: 62 kg (137 lbs) Blood Type: B Faceclaim: Im Changkyun - I.M (Monsta X) 

+Traits: Driven, outspoken, intelligent   -Traits: Insecure, hot tempered, blunt

☾ FACTS ☽

Wonsik is the oldest member.

Wonsik joined the GH0STLY lineup after their debut and was revealed as a member before their first comeback.

He has an older brother.

He writes and produces music and has started to have more input into the group’s sound.

Wonsik says the member he took the longest to warm up to was Myungsoo.

The other members say he’s the most dramatic member.

Despite his tough image, he can actually be quite soft.  

[gh0stly-shu]

hey everyone, I hope u guys r doing fine!!

Ok so I'll be making some changes for having a nicer blog lol

First I change my username (fuyuhikoslt → gh0stly-shu)

Now I'll organize my works and make all the masterlists and rules for the requests.

I'll write for Danganronpa, Genshin Impact, Hypnosis mic and Your turn to die (sometimes also for Mycroft from BBC Sherlock if I feel like it).

I won't be writing for my IRL's tho, bc it's weird to write ab me so uhm yeah !!

-Mod Comedy

[old-acc-lol]

Friendly reminder that this is my personal blog !!

My writing blog is @gh0stly-shu <3

-Mod Comedy

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[ m e t a m o r p h o s i s ]

[ᵏᵃʳˡ ʰᵉⁱˢᵉⁿᵇᵉʳᵍ ˣ ᶠ!ᵒᶜ]

⁻ ʷⁱᵖ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒ | ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁻

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰

-begins some months before the events of resident evil village-

She wakes up in a forest with no memory of who she is or where she came from. Karl Heisenberg is notified of her presence, and fetches her. After close examination, he finds she is marked with something familiar, and brings her to Mother Miranda. Viewing her like a gift, Miranda gives her the name Zero, and puts her under the charge and care of Heisenberg. While Miranda clearly plans to use Zero to help develop the process of regaining her long lost daughter, Heisenberg has other ideas...

Zero soon starts to remember things that she would later regret remembering.

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 - ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ | ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ

𝔗𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 - ᵗʰⁱʳᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ | ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵉⁿˢᵉ

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 - ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗⁱⁿᵍ | ᵖᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵃˢ ⁱ ᵍᵒ

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰+𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰+𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - ¹⁸⁺ | ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ | ˢˡᵒʷ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵐᵉⁿᵗ | ᵃᵍⁿˢᵗ | ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ˡᵒˢˢ | ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ | ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ | ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ | ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ | ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ | ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ | ᵈⁱˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ᵖᵗˢᵈ | ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ | ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ | ʳᵉᵈᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ | ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳʸ | ᵐᵃⁿⁱᵖᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ⁱˢᵒˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ʰᵘʳᵗ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ | ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃ ˢᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

Zero | Main Character [character intro]

mid to late twenties. no memory. terrified and timid. wants nothing more than to make new memories. finds herself in a terrible situation that she just to happens to be able to fix. with a price.

Heisenberg | Romance Character

very old, like one hundred years old. determined. flirtatious. dangerous. would kill anyone who put his hands on Zero, except him, but he would never admit it out loud. hates that bitch, Miranda.

Cynthia | Supporting Character [character intro]

age unknown. head maid at Castle Dimitrescu. lacks most emotions. the emotions she does have are dulled. feels no pain. finds herself wanting to get close with Lady Zero, wanting to take care of her, and ease her woes.

𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

Mother Miranda - a bitch from hell. Lady Dimitrescu - entitled and spoiled, but has a cold warmth about her. The Dimitrescu Daughters - Bela seems cool, but the other two want to fight. Donna Beneviento - sad and really just needs a friend. Salvatore Moreau - stinky ass-kisser. Ethan Winters - a man who just really wanted a normal life, with a normal wife, and a normal daughter.

𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔟

First, she wakes up all alone in the middle of a forest. Then some beast man sniffs her all up. Then another man, who just so happens to be able to control metal, abducts her and brings her to some sort of cult like meeting. And finally she is given the temporary name Zero, then put under the wing of her abductor.

Her few hours of memory have been quite interesting, though she supposed terrifying would be a better way to put it.

read it on: wattpad | ao3 | fanfiction

[writer's notes]

i have been working on this wip for a few months

if you wanna be on the taglist for this just wip let me know

the wip tag is - wip: metamorphosis

all kinds of interaction are welcome, feel free to reblog with your comments i know how it feels to wanna say stuff but not really feeling like i have the place to

while i am posting the drafted chapters online, i will eventually go back and edit things [make things smoother and such] when i am done with it. this is no where near perfect.

i will be editing this along the way, adding character intro links

cynthia is based off of a character in the game Haunting Grounds named Daniella. i would have used that name, but there is already and Daniela in RE8 so i changed it. i also made her not so homicidal

zero is baby now, but will become a badass later on, i promise

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[C Y N T H I A]

⁻ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵗᵃᵐᵒʳᵖʰᵒˢⁱˢ ⁻

𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 | 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 | 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘

𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰 - ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ | ᵃᵍᵉ ᵘⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ | ᶠ | ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ | ˡᵉˢᵇⁱᵃⁿ | ᵃʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ | ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁱᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˢᵗˡᵉ ᴰⁱᵐⁱᵗʳᵉˢᶜᵘ

𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 - ⁵"⁸ | ¹⁶³ˡᵇˢ | ᵖᵃˡᵉ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ | ⁱᶜʸ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ | ˡᵃᵛᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱᵈ⁻ᵇᵃᶜᵏ | ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵉᵃʳˢ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʷᵒ ⁿᵉᵃᵗ ᵗʷⁱˢᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ | ʰᵒᵘʳᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ

Lavender hair framed her pale face, and it was styled in two twisting braids that fell over her chest. Though the corners of her mouth were upturned, her heavy-lidded eyes looked a dead gray; completely apathetic.

Taking a bow, while holding one arm out to the side, the servant spoke in a dull voice. She had absolutely no emotion. "Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu, Lord and Lady."

𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 - ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ | ᶜⁱʳᶜᵉ | ᴮᵉˡᵃ | ᴰᵒⁿⁿᵃ | ᵗᵉᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ | ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ | ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ | ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒᵘʳᵐᵉᵗ ᵐᵉᵃˡˢ | ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ | ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵍᵉ | ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵇʳᵃʳʸ | ᵐᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ | ᵖᵒˡⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ | ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 - ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ | ᶜᵃˢˢᵃⁿᵈʳᵃ | ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡᵃ | ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᶜʰⁱⁿᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏˢ | ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ | ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ | ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʰᵘʳᵗ | ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ

"You will only find the finest of the fine here, Lady Zero."

[Metamorphosis WIP Intro]

[writer's notes]

i have been meaning to make this forever now

Cynthia is one one of my pride and joys

she is based off of Daniella from Haunting Grounds and also Sebastian from Black Butler

also has ASPD

also is amazing

this is my moodboard <3 don't share it outside of reblogging this post, please

if you wanna be on the taglist for this wip, just let me know!

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𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢 - ᴹᵉᵗᵃᵐᵒʳᵖʰᵒˢⁱˢ | ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹⁰

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ᵏᵃʳˡ ʰᵉⁱˢᵉⁿᵇᵉʳᵍ ˣ ᵒᶜ | ˢˡᵒʷ ᵇᵘʳⁿ | ʰᵘʳᵗ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ | ᶜⁱʳᶜᵉ ᵘⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱʳᵃⁿᵈᵃ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ.

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For the first time, Circe had dreams.

They all melded together in some strange concoction of events. First it started off with Heisenberg making her a sandwich, but instead of actually making it he was juggling all of the ingredients in the air. He just kept laughing and saying, "It'll be done in a jiffy, sweetheart!"

Then it shifted to a scene like the meeting, but instead of Circe being the topic of discussion, it was Cynthia. Cynthia with her lavender hair messily framing her face. Her expression wasn't like the one Circe had known her to hold. Her eyes weren’t dead, they were round and wide. She was absolutely terrified.

Then her mouth opened up like she was screaming.

A swarm of flies emerged from her throat, filling Circe’s vision completely. She had expected Cassandra or Daniela to show themselves when the flies began to disperse, but it was actually Mother Miranda who smiled evilly from ear to ear.

"All mine! You’re all mine!" She cackled, then grabbed Circe by her face.

"Lady Zero."

Her eyes opened with urgency. Someone was actually touching her face, and she couldn't help but flail for a moment before she looked up into the calm eyes of Cynthia.

"You were tossing about in your sleep. I thought you were experiencing something unpleasant," Cynthia had taken a step back so she wouldn't get hit. "Perhaps I should not have woken you."

Circe lifted herself up in a sitting position, and tried to gather in her breathing. "No, no. It-it's okay. I'm glad you did," she took in a few more ragged breaths before she continued. "You're right about an unpleasant experience. I was having a nightmare."

"Would you like to talk about it?" Cynthia asked.

Circe shook her head. She liked Cynthia, but she didn't think she could trust her just yet. Sharing her fears about Mother Miranda would probably cause Cynthia to question things a little too much.

"Not really. It was just some silly stuff," that seemed like a good response.

The corner of Cynthia's mouth turned up, but only by a fraction. "Of course. I will not press you," she turned to the nightstand and poured a fresh glass of water, handing it over to Circe.

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[writer's notes]

if you wanna be added to the taglist for this, just message me<3

i am pantsing this and will eventually be editing it when i am done with it.

don't be afraid to comment on my work, especially if you like it. it really does help get the chapters out faster<3

reblogs are greatly appreciate, as well

also, lmk if I should post the other chapters as excerpts on here, cause I'm thinking about it

thank you so much for reading, i hope you are having a wonderful day<3

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𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢 - ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᴬ ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵂⁱⁿᵍ

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 - ⁴⁵⁸

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᶠˡᵃˢʰ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ | ʰᵘʳᵗ/ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ? | ʷʰᵒˡᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ | ᵗʷᵒ ᵗᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵒˡᵈ ᵇᵒʸˢ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ. ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ.

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James’ mother was going to kill him. He was supposed to be home at three, and it was already six. He glared at his friend, Scott, who had gotten them lost in the first place. Of course, Scott had no worries. His father left when he was five, and his mother was always drunk. He did as he pleased.

“C’mon, Scott. We need to find out way home!” James pleaded, looking at the sun nervously as it started to set.

“Relax, you pansy. We’re having fun!” Scott picked up a long stick, and bashed it across a tree. Apparently, that was fun for him, but James didn’t understand.

“Look, my mom is going to freak. I need to get home!” James said, stepping in front of his friend, and blocking his path.

Scott rolled his eyes, and dropped the stick. “Bro, you need to forget about her sometimes. Having fun comes with consequences,” he said, walking around James.

James turned around quickly, anger filling his features. “You don’t have to worry about consequences, because your mom doesn’t give a care about you!” he shouted.

Scott suddenly stopped walking, and James instantly regretted what he had just said. Silence passed over the next few seconds.

“Dude, there’s a bird,” Scott said finally.

James tilted his head from confusion, and squinted his eyes, as if it would help him understand. “What?” he asked.

“There’s a bird,” Scott repeated, kneeling down.

James’ mouth gaped. “I thought you stopped walking to beat the crud outta me for saying your mother doesn’t care about you,” he admitted.

“Nah, man. I know she doesn’t care. Check out this bird. I think it’s hurt.”

James walked over and stepped around his friend to get a better look. The bird was indeed hurt. Its wing was bent in an awkward position. It chirped angrily at them, feeling threatened.

“What do we do?” James asked.

“Let’s take it to your mom,” Scott said, his eyes not leaving the bird.

James looked at him in disbelief. “Why would we do that?” he asked loudly.

Scott shrugged his shoulders. “Don’tcha think it would take her mind off you being late?” he said calmly.

James thought for a moment. Would his mother really be distracted? “Okay, it’s worth a shot,” he said finally, shrugging his own shoulders and standing up.

Scott picked up the bird, who was still squawking uncontrollably, then started walking the opposite direction.

They walked in silence for a few moments before Scott spoke up.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about your mom. If she actually tried to kill you, then we can run away together,” He said, looking straight ahead.

James looked over to his friend. Scott wasn’t as much of a bad boy as he played.

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[writer's notes]

so i wrote this so many years ago, and posted it on teen ink . com

i think i have posted it other places, but i wanted to post it here too

i have a few other original flash fics, i might post them, but they aren't as good as this one

this is my original writing, please do not take it

writeblr interaction is needed and appreciated, my dash is dead, and I want to follow more of you <3

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𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢 - ᴴᵘˢʰ, ᴺᵒʷ

𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 - ᴰʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᴬᵍᵉ: ᴵⁿqᵘⁱˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ | 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔭 - ˢᵒˡᵃˢ ˣ ᵃᶠᵃᵇ!ⁿᵒⁿᵇⁱⁿᵃʳʸ ᴸᵃᵛᵉˡˡᵃⁿ ᵒᶜ

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 - ¹,⁹⁷⁹

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - ¹⁸⁺, ᵐⁱˡᵈ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - ᴱᵐᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜ ᵉᵍᵍ

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"It isn't like you couldn't also take a break."

The words of Solas were swimming around in Emery's mind as they trudged through the gates to Skyhold. Even welcomes thrown at them from left and right weren't enough to slate his echoing voice.

I suppose I could have…

They had convinced Solas to stay at Skyhold for this last mission. Emery felt like he had been running himself thin weeks prior, so they wanted him to just take a break, but he decided to use the same argument on them.

Somehow, they had gotten him to stay, saying something to the effect of: "Well, I'm the Inquisitor. I can't just not do my job." Begrudgingly, Solas had relented, but he told them that he hoped they would be back in at most a week. Emery said they would try, and they did indeed.

However, it took them two weeks to complete instead of one. Emery had a feeling Solas was not going to be happy.

Regardless, they were excited to be able to see him again. To be able to listen to his stories of his travels in the Fade. To be able to trail their fingers across his shoulders.

To feel his lips brushing against their neck...

Emery quickly brushed those thoughts away. There were too many people around, and they didn't want to raise any suspicion. They still had some work to do before they turned in for the night, anyway.

That didn't mean Emery couldn't speak around before they headed to Josephine. They spoke to Varric for a while, and he told them about a possible scene in the book he was planning. They spoke to Dorian, who was possibly too curious about Solas, because he asked about whether or not Emery had seen him yet. They said no.

The conversation led them to search for Solas. It didn't matter if Dorian had figured out about their secret relationship. They had already thought about confiding in him, anyhow. He was becoming a dear friend.

When Emery entered the bottom of the library they looked around, only to see that no one was there. They searched around other places in the hold that he would frequent, but he was nowhere to be found.

Finally, they went to Josephine. She generally knew where everyone was.

"Hey, have you seen Solas around? I have a few questions for him?" They asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"I haven't seen him since this morning," she replied without looking up. "Said something about gathering herbs."

"I see," they were just about to turn around and search even more for him, but Josephine cut stopped them short in their tracks.

"We have a lot of things we need to go over with you, Inquisitor."

And with that, Emery was practically dragged into the War Room. Their advisers knew how hard it would be to get them up in the morning if they had been let go so easily. Of course, Cassandra was the one who had gotten them all to agree to get Emery into the War Room as fast as possible. Only after going over several documents, sending out many orders, and going over resources, they were finally let free.

"It isn't like you couldn't also take a break."

His words were burning, now. They couldn't search for him now; it was impossible. Hopefully, he was waiting for them.

Emery could barely pick up a loaf of bread from the dining room before they escaped through the door to their quarters. The stairs were worse. Every lift of their knee made them want to fall backwards to simply crumple at the base, but the soft promise of their bed kept them going.

Final door. So close... So close... They pushed through, now, and practically fell-

No. They did fall, but they were caught. Caught? Caught by what?

Then the familiar scent filled their nose. The scent of elfroot and that sweet musk they could never describe. Strong arms tightened around them, holding them up from falling further.

They didn't have to look up to know it was Solas who had caught her.

"You seem you have gotten clumsier since our last meeting," his voice soothed, a hand slowly turning circle patterns across their back. The other one had secured the loaf of bread before it had fallen to the floor.

"I'm not clumsy," Emery said stubbornly, as they looked up through their ebony hair.

Solas chuckled and led them to sit in a nearby chair carefully. He placed the loaf of bread on the chair side table cloth, then he crouched down in front of them, taking the side of their face in the palm of his hand. "You look absolutely exhausted," he said more seriously, brushing locks of their hair behind a pointed ear.

"I'm fine. Perfectly fine," they tried to smile widely at him and sit up straight, but a spasm in their back caused them to shrink in pain. "Perhaps...not."

Solas sighed, but smiled warmly. "Lucky for you, I supposed this would be the case." He got up and walked over to a table he had apparently set up with a bowl of water and neatly folded cloths.

"Yes, lucky for me," Emery murmured wistfully. They sounded like they would be able to fall asleep at any moment.

Solas wasn't about to let that happen yet. He was wringing out a cloth from the bowl of water, then brought it over to Emery. "Your day is almost done, Vhenan. Let's freshen you up a bit."

Emery would have moaned from the contact of the warm cloth upon their cheek if they weren't so tired. They couldn't help put lean into the feeling, their eyes closing easily.

Solas put his fingers below their chin and straightened their face. "Do you enjoy making my job harder?" He brought the cloth down their neck, earning an actual escape of breath from Emery's throat. He couldn't help but smile.

"Of course not," came their slow reply, eyes opening lazily to gaze at him.

He brought the cloth up the other side of their neck and along their jaw.

They shivered.

Solas gave them a loving smile, his eyes nearly closing from bliss. "I'm only teasing you," he was brushing lightly over their eyelids now. "You should only worry about resting now. I've got you."

Emery lifted their hand to grab his free one. They ran circles over his knuckles with their thumb. "Sorry I wasn't back in a week."

Solas laughed softly as he stood to put the cloth away. He then made his way behind the chair Emery was sitting in and started undoing the intricate braids that were holding up their hair. "Em, I'm just glad you're here and safe."

Emery sighed happily when his fingers ran through their loose hair, the tips of them working back and forth over their scalp. "Still, I thought we would-"

"Hush now, Vhenan."

His breath was at their ear now, hands moving down their neck and working into the tense muscles. Their shoulders relaxed, head tilting slightly forward.

The only words that were said now were soft spoken elvish. Emery couldn't understand them all, but they were soothing and sent gooseflesh across their skin. They were sure it was loving by the way he was speaking.

Solas was undoing the ties of their clothes now, starting with the pads on their shoulders. He was being so careful. It was as if they were a fragile sheet of glass. He eased the leather down their arms slowly, letting them fall unceremoniously on the floor.

He moved around the chair, fingers trailing along the back of their neck, and began with the ties to their shirt. Soon it had been slipped over Emery's head, added to the pile forming on the floor. He would get to that later, but he was too busy taking in the form in front of him. How they so easily melted into his touch.

He knelt down again in front of them to go for their belt. He wanted them to be able to sit for as long as they could, but it was getting near the time they would need to stand.

Once the belt was undone, he led his palms down their thighs, squeezing them gently as he did so. Emery was beginning to believe he was trying to work them up, but he was only making his way to work on the laces of their boots.

He untied them quickly, sliding them off, then got up and held out his hand. "Come now, I'll take you to the bed."

He didn't have to ask them twice, and they took his hand so he could help them up. He couldn't help himself from pulling them in his arms briefly to brush his lips down their neck.

This earned him a sharp moan, and they almost collapsed forward into his embrace, but he took their hand instead to lead them to the bed. Before he let them sit down, he worked their pants down to their ankles.

Emery sat back and helped him out by lifting their legs so he could pull them completely off. Their foot wrappings we're next, and quick to go. They were only wearing their underclothes now, which was a sheer top and undershorts.

That's when he caught sight of the wound on the back of their calf. "Blackwall told me about the pack of wolves."

Emery leaned forward to cup the side of his face. "That was nearly a week ago. It's basically healed now."

Solas shook his head. "Basically won't do," and with that he got up to get a fresh wet cloth, then came back to wipe at the bite.

Emery winced. Maybe the flesh was angrier than they thought.

"See? If I hadn't caught it fast enough you might have had to amputate your leg," he mused.

"It may be sore, but I know I took care of it enough so that it won't come down to that," Emery laughed, but they couldn't help but to scrunch up their face in pain. It didn't hurt so much to walk with, but touching it out right made it flare up.

"No, truly," Solas lifted their leg a bit higher. "I believe it was at the brink of falling off completely before I came to your rescue.

Emery let out a soft laugh. "You know what, for the sake of my energy levels, I will agree with you," they said, then placed the back of their wrist on their forehead. "Oh, Solas. Whatever would I have done. Without your magical touch I never would have-"

Solas was kissing up from their knee and up their thigh now, which had caught them off guard.

"O-oh-" they could barely get it out before Solas had pressed his lips to theirs; fierce, but soft. It sent a warming sensation through their chest, especially since he was between their legs. The hand that wasn't securely holding onto the back of Emery's neck was holding the back of their knee high up on his waist.

The moment was over quickly, but it had left Emery out of breath and wanting. He had abruptly walked away from them and towards the table with the loaf of bread.

"Wh-where did that come from!?" Emery finally let out, looking at the one before them with bewildered amusement.

"I simply could not help myself, Vhenan," he admitted, and brought the bread over to hand to Emery.

They took it gratefully and ripped a chunk off to stuff in their mouth. “You really are a tease.” they said through chewing.

“There’s more where that came from, I assure you,” he promised, nuzzling their ear affectionately. “Now eat while I bathe the rest of you and get you patched up, my love.”

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[Authors Notes]

this is a repost of a drabble i posted on my main, and honestly, it was so filled with errors, that i am going to delete it.

also, i want all of my stuff in one place

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I'm going to try to participate in Inktober this year, so I decided to make my own list of prompts. This can be used for art or writing - personally, I am going to be using this for art. I need to work on that muscle.

These are meant to be like....scary/horror prompts, but you can use them how you want.

Feel free to use! Just tag me if you do!

(Don't repost please. I made this myself. It took hours.)

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[ m a l k a v i a n ]

- mood board + info for my wip Avoiding Ashes -

[ kooKs | seErs | mAdmen | lunaTics | clan of the Moon ]

one of the great vampiric clans

“…ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉˢ, ᵃᶠᶠˡⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈⁱˡᵘᵛⁱᵃⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍᵉⁿⁱᵗᵒʳ.”

disciplines [ abilities ]

auspex

hyper focus on minor details

helps with hacking

can become obsessive

obfuscate

ability to conceal oneself

helps with stealth

can cause willful seclusion

dominate

overwhelm another’s mind

can control others

can cause loss of empathy

bloodbuff

all vampires have this discipline, no matter the clan

temporarily boosts physical abilities

can help with lock picking + strength

“ᵃʰ, ʰᵉˡˡ! ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃˡᵏᵃᵛⁱᵃⁿ!? ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ.”

[writer's notes]

this is a repost from my old writeblr that i deleted

if you followed a blog a while ago named 'witchywrite' that was me

lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist for Avoiding Ashes

this is my moodboard/edit, please don't repost anywhere

this is also my writing, so don't repost that either

i would appreciate writeblr interaction, my dash is dead

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