Yeah i still exist apparently

(Tw: stabby-poke-poke)

It’s from Reckless by Lauren Robert’s hehehe

Heyyyyy it’s y’all’s favorite hat back with something nobody’s going to do bc it’s time consuming and this wiki is dead! 💀😭🤠

Ok here’s the task: Make a mood board for the book you’re reading. (Or if your not reading anything, make one for your favorite book)

Rules:

Follow guidelines and such

You may use photos not belonging to you, but don’t use a pre-made mood board

Have fun!

That’s it. Rather simple, but yea, takes time and effort lol

I promise to get back to you with mine!

Wsggg wiki. I'm here with ANOTHER story. Uh, oopsie. I will continue the other ones. I promise. I'm just writing this one with a friend rn, so it has double the effort I put into my own stories and that's easier to continue, especially when you get stuck.

Disclaimer: It's co-writing. Some things may not make sense. And I will go back eventually and make sure things do. I'll probably post "parts" rather than "chapters" since the chapters are so long for some reason.

Anywho, here we go.

Chapter 1: Part 1

Juniper was at her seat, her upper body stretched across the desk. Her feet were rolling around under the desk out of boredom. Her face was leaning against her arm, causing her mask to shift upwards and cover the bottom of her vision. She messed around with the math supplies on her desk.

Her glasses were getting more fogged up. But that’s okay. She really didn’t want to see that boring face of a teacher. He stared so lifelessly at the board and at the students while giving a lecture. Like how the movies project a college professor. Boring.

Boring. Boring teachers lead to students ditching.

Ditching, that’s a great idea!

Juniper stood up straight and raised her hand, waving it around a bit. The teacher had his back turned.

Hellooo? Teaaaacherr, Juniper scowled at the back of his head. She wondered what would happen if she --hypothetically-- threw her math compass like a boomerang at his head. Like a dart, almost.

She started giggling, imagining the sharp end of the compass piercing his head. It was kinda funny.

She waved her arm around like a fish out of water to catch his attention before she actually committed to the compass-dart plan. Juniper tried hiding a grin. Her arm was flopping around like a fish, and her classmates were watching her like she was crazy.

Someone beside her coughed. And, oh, of course the teacher turned to that. He finally caught sight of her, though, and sighed. Afterward, seeming to regret the sigh. Juniper knew why. Some kids had spread rumors that she lures people into allies and murders them, or eats them. Or that she's a vampire of some sort. None of these were true. But, she didn’t mind. She actually liked the rumors.

“Yes, Juniper?” he pointed at her with the marker he was using in place of a pointer stick.

“Can I use the restroom?”

“Yes. Take the pass. You have 12 minutes,” he turned back to the board.

“Oki dokes,” she pushed her seat back and got up. She grabbed her bag before walking over and pushed the door open, purposely ignoring the bathroom pass on her way out. As expected, the teacher didn’t notice. That’s why he deserves a compass-boomerang dart. Juniper decided that’s the new name for it as she walked down the hallway, on her way to her new destination. Which definitely wasn’t the bathroom.

What was her new destination, actually? She didn’t even know. She just wanted to be out of that classroom.

Her friend! That’s where she’d go. Find his classroom. Completely missing the part where it was in the dead-middle of class and they wouldn’t let a student randomly go into another classroom. Where was his classroom anyways? Probably down that way? Juniper saw an opening ahead turning right. She followed that and saw the big doors that lead to the garden. She’s never been to the garden before. She wondered what it looked like. It was only accessible to the gardening students. Juniper heard it was pretty. She went that way instead.

Halfway down the right hallway, a man’s voice called out from behind her.

She turned around and saw a teacher walking towards her. She enthusiastically grinned behind her mask and waved, “Hi Mr. Snape!” He was the only teacher not amused by her reputation. Ironically also the name of the professor from Harry Potter.

The teacher shook his head, “What are you doing out here?”

Juniper said, with no sign of shame in her voice, “I got bored, so I was going to see the garden!”

“In the middle of class?”

“Like I said, I got bored,” she put her hands on her hips.

“Well if you’re bored, then I can take you to the office,” he told her, half-joking half-threatening

.

“Yes please! Any more time in that class and I would’ve thrown a compass-boomerang dart.”

The teacher scowled at her, probably wondering what was wrong with her, then motioned for her to follow him. She did so, walking with him to the office.

(TW: Weapons)

^Math class drawing. Trashcan :]

^History. I used highlighters

^I took a picture of my hair from behind, bc I was using a flower claw clip, and tried drawing it

^History. Also used highlighters

^Math. With highlighters

^One of my many eye sketches. I forgot which notebook I drew this in. Probably Spanish.

^OCs from another story I'm writing. It was the "Besties" story if any of you remember, but me and my friend are going to rewrite it all.

^Unfinished full page art in my sketchbook

^Hot or not?? /jjjj

I drew this in my history notebook.

Heyyy I'm reposting this bc a lot of the people in the OG thread are no longer active and I didn't want to necropost. Plus, this may bring more viewers to this story.

This story is based on a roleplay I hosted last year, and I am currently working on chapter 3.

Chapter 1~

Eli and his sister walked onto the school grounds. Him and his sister were elves. There were five species in the world as of today. The elves, the Elementals, the Angels/Demons, the Shapeshifters, and the Humans. Elves had long, pointy ears, and a higher IQ than everyone else. Elementals had colorful hair and eyes depending on their element. Angels had fluffy wings and a halo, and they can wish people good luck. Demons, on the other hand, have spiky wings and horns, and they can wish people bad luck. Shape shifters can take the form of any living thing. Humans… are humans. Nothing special. These species were at war until they decided on peace a few decades ago. Each species lived peacefully in their own territories. And just this year, they decided to create a multi-species high school for incoming freshmen.

“What were they thinking?” Elaine, Eli’s sister, shook her head. She was 5’5, and had long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and long pointy ears, “I can’t believe mom and dad signed us up for this school. I doubt mixing all the species will go well.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna be that bad,” Eli smiled. He was a little shorter than Elaine. He also had blonde hair, but it was shorter, and pulled side swept across his forehead. He had the same bright green eyes, and long pointy ears as Elaine.

“What happens when the demons wish everyone bad luck? Or when a fire elemental decides to burn down the school? Or a water elemental deciding to drown everyone?” Elaine dragged her luggage onto the school grounds, where she could hear music and laughing and chanting.

“What’s that?” Eli asked, hearing the commotion. As they walked across the lawn, they saw a large group of people in a circle, and a bluetooth speaker right next to them. In the middle of the circle appeared to be someone dancing.

“It’s a dance circle,” Elaine observed.

“Oh! I wanna join!” Eli started walking towards the circle.

Elaine grabbed his shoulder to stop him, “No you don’t. It’s a random dance circle in the middle of a school yard involving all sorts of species.”

“But it looks fun!” Eli pouted.

“It’s dangerous,” she insisted.

Eli sighed, “Fiiiine.”

Elaine continued walking past everyone, “Let’s go get our dorm number and schedules, then put our stuff down.”

Eli nodded and followed his sister. They walked down the hall, in search of the library. They found it, and got in line behind a girl with long, black hair. The girl turned around, “Oh, hey! Are you here to get your schedules too?” she asked as the librarian handed a schedule to her.

Elaine nodded. The girl moved out of the way so Elaine and Eli could collect their schedules.

“You guys are elves?” the girl asked, probably noticing their ears.

“Yea, what are you? A shadow elemental?” Eli tilted his head at her, referencing her dark hair.

“Um, well actually, I’m a human,” She gave a small smile.

“Huh? You’re a human? I thought humans were small little guys with a pointy hat, a big nose, and a long beard,” Eli’s jaw dropped, “I didn’t know they could be-” Eli almost said this pretty, but stopped himself because that would’ve turned things awkward.

“Are you talking about the dwarfs from Snow White?” Elaine rolled her eyes, “Because Snow White herself is a human.”

“Ohhhh,” Eli breathed, “That makes more sense.”

The girl laughed, “Anyways, what dorm group do you have?” she directed the question at Elaine.

“Twenty-eight.”

“Me too! Woah, one dorm mate down, two more to go!” she pumped her fist in the air and started walking to the library door, “Let’s go see the dorm!”

Eli and Elaine agreed and walked after the girl.

Heyyy it's MikachuTheKrayZ aka Mika. I changed my user lolol. Anyways, wsp? I know I left the wiki, but I wrote more stories and felt like sharing them, if you guys remember from before. And like I said in my leaving post, it was bc I needed to manage my time more irl. Well, I think I am able to manage it now so I feel confident in coming back to Fandom.

This is also probably gonna become my short stories thread bc I don't wanna spam post, even though it's probably not gonna be often

Winning a badminton game

[Vocab (bc it uses badminton terms that most people don't know)

Birdie: AKA a shuttlecock. The object being hit over the net

Types of shots: Clears- high and far/kinda like a long rainbow, Drives- low and far/kinda a straight shot, Smash- low and down/literally smashing the birdie over the net, Drops- Low and short/the birdie literally drops over the net

Scoring: The first to get to 21 is the winner

Doubles lines: It's like the outside lines on the tennis courts. These only apply when playing doubles, as the name implies. When playing singles, it counts as out

Alright, let the story beginnnn]

“19-12,” Adelina yelled above the cheering teams sitting on either side of the court. She served the birdie. Her opponent, Adelina believed her name to be Marty, returned the birdie long. Adelina backed up and hit the birdie in a drive. The birdie went over the net, but hit the double lines. The teams screamed, and Adelina breathed a sigh. She was tired. She was sore. She felt sick. She wanted to throw up and collapse on the court. But not yet. She can’t give up this game. She made it to the third set, and might as well finish it. She got into position as Marty picked up the birdie and walked over to the serving line.

“13-19,” Marty announced. She served. Adeline flicked the birdie in a clear and ran back to the middle of the court, not prepared for when Marty dropped it over the net.

“Gah-” Adeline swung her racket around herself, disappointed she missed that point. The teams cheered again. She picked up the birdie and handed it over to Marty. As Adelina was walking to her position, she watched her boyfriend, who was sitting criss-cross among her other teammates. She turned back to face her opponent, determined to get the next few points.

“14-19,” Marty served again. Adeline cleared it back again, then moved to the middle again. This time, Marty cleared it back. Adelina back-peddled, trying to race the birdie. The birdie going too fast for her, she reached up her racket in an attempt to hit it from behind her. It hit the net.

Adelina dragged her feet to her position, once again. And once again, Marty was serving. “15-19,” she said as she hit the birdie over the net. Adelina cleared it again, then ran to the middle, trying to prepare for anything. Marty cleared it again, but it only went to the middle of the court. This gave Adelina the opportunity to smash it cross-court, where Marty was not able to reach it in time. Adelina was able to hear her team’s cheers above everyone else, getting hyped up about the smash. This renewed her spirit.

Marty tossed the birdie over the net, and Adelina caught it. She walked over to the serving line, “20-15”. She served it. Marty returned it. Adelina hit it back. There was a swift rally with lots of running back and forth. Adelina was feeling exhausted, and needed to find a way to end this point.

Marty cleared it above Adelina’s head, and Adelina’s thoughts started swarming. All this running just to miss the point. I should’ve backed up as soon as I hit it. I need to find the open spaces. The birdie fell behind her, and she turned to watch it. It hit out. A sense of relief washed over her as she lifted her racket to signal that it was out. She picked up the birdie and walked over to Marty, where they fist-bumped over the net. Adelina handed the birdie to Marty and walked off the court, unprepared for her team to attack her with hugs. One of her teammates held up a phone, recording the whole thing. Her teammates backed up and cleared a spot for her to walk throught, where her coaches congratulated her. Once her coaches left, her boyfriend came up and wrapped her in a hug. Adelina’s reaction time was a little delayed, so she stood there for a second. Which gave her boyfriend enough time to kiss her on the head. Adelina smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder, absorbing the hug, ignoring when her teammates squealed, “I got that on camera!”

“I’m proud of you,” he said, then let go of her. Adeline exhaled in a playful-tired way and walked over to the bench where their stuff was at so she could put her stuff away.

Yea so I have a watercolor/ink painting that inspired a story. And ik some/most of you all have seen this stuff already, but yes here it is again!

The Sailor

”Listen to me child. Don’t go out to sea at night.” The mother said. She was brushing her son’s hair and hummed a soothing song.

“But why momma?” The boy asked. He felt his mother stop brushing his hair. She came to face him and crouched to eye level.

“Because baby, there are monsters and witches in the sea. They will sing you songs and lure you down to the sandy ocean floor, where you won’t ever see sunlight.”

The child thought for a moment. “Like how you were singing momma?” The mother’s dark skin turned a sickly gray, her soft eyes hardened.

“No, nothing like that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” With that she pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek and tucked him into his small bed. “Sweet dreams.” Her tone was colder than normal. The boy asking about his mother’s singing brought back buried memories, things she didn’t want to ever think about again. The mother closed the door and went to her sitting room. Her carefully crafted walls were broken down by a child. Not even her own child. The mother thought. Her mind raced through her memories like a mist was lifted.

20 years later

A sailor was on the water at night. He knew the stories, his momma warned him so. But he didn’t care, he needed to leave the city, the people were going to find him soon and make him pay. The sailor could only hope that the princess would be alright. He felt terrible for leaving without a goodbye, who knew when he would next see his true love? The sailor wiped a tear from his dark eyes, and picked up the oars to his boat.

He only made it a little ways from the shore before a silver mist enveloped him. A sweet sound filled his ears, it was mystical, enchanting. The sailor stopped rowing and the water around him stilled. The voice was closer and it was sweet and clear like the air after a storm.

The sailor scanned the water and a head of silver hair broke the surface. If he thought the singing was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to what he heard now, there wasn’t a word strong enough to describe the way this voice sounded. The sailor couldn’t make out the words but he didn’t need to hear them, he could feel the song in every cell, it was like a warm caress from his mother, who’s voice was rivaled by this being.

The sailor stared at the pale faced creature. Its eyes were a red the color of blood and it looked up at him with the most alluring gaze he’d ever seen. The sailor forgot about his princess and all thoughts were consumed by this entity. The creature lifted herself out of the water more and leaned on the sailor’s boat. He hair was longer than even the deepest waters and the color of moonlight. Her silver skin had a shiny blue tint, and she had the most striking fins?

The sailor felt a small thing in his memory tic. But the siren kept singing her song drawing the sailor closer. The more she leaned on the boat, the more it dipped into the water. He heard a splash underneath the enchanted song. His attention was briefly interrupted by the thin and razor sharp tail splashing the on water. The siren reached out to the sailor, her slender fingers held his face and brought his attention back to her face. Her red eyes bored into the sailor’s soul, plucking secrets from his mind. The more the siren sung the more the mist surrounded them until all the sailor could see was this beautiful creature. She sung and sung, each time the sailor could see the gleam of her pointed teeth. Each one was pearly white and shaper than a knife, they were set in rows, ready to tear into flesh.

But the sailor still could not divert his focus, even as water poured into the boat, weighing it down. The small vessel capsized and the siren took hold of the sailor. He tried to breathe and couldn’t without salty water filling his lungs. The singing had turned into demonly screeching, threatening to burst his ear drums.

The siren’s red eyes were the only source of light as she pushed him farther and farther under the ocean’s surface. Her hair was no longer beautiful but an ugly tangled mess wrapped around his neck and wrists, keeping the sailor in her hold.

Darkness filled the sailor’s senses and more shadows appeared in what little visibility he had. One of them swam close and a sense of recognition flooded his head as water did his lungs. Momma?

”Listen to me child. Don’t go out to the surface in the day.” The mother said. She was brushing her son’s hair and hummed a soothing song.

“But why momma?” The boy asked. He felt his mother stop brushing his hair. She came to face him and crouched to eye level.

“Because baby, there’s monsters on the surface, waiting to hunt you.” She bared her teeth and the points gleamed. This frightened her son.

“O-ok momma.” He nodded and swam to a bed of kelp and bones.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” The mother said. She continued to hum her soothing song, to others it was torturous.

”Goodnight momma,” the boy yawned and rested his head on a skull. The mother, satisfied her son was sleeping, left the room to head to the surface. She began to sing her siren song.

🧜‍♀️: cOmE tO mEh sTuPiD sAiLoR

⛵️: ok

🪦*random sailor, rest in pieces, at the bottom of the sea*

I’m currently on Easter holidays in some apartment in Switzerland, waiting to watch the second Dune movie. I’ve already banged my head on the ceiling twice and taken several minutes to enter the Wi-Fi password, so I figured I could share this drawing from Friday of a pigeon in a three-piece suit.

The outline and suit were fun to draw. Same for the wing and feathers at the back. I did struggle a bit with the feet, but I think they turned out fine in the end. Overall, I’m pretty proud of this. What do you think?

Eva the ballerina dances on her toes,

She dances every day to get ready for her shows.

She leaps and twirls with practiced ease,

her steps she does quite expertly.

She’s a dancers who’s refined

Every step and bounding leap in time.

I leap and try to copy the lovely graceful Eva

And one day I hope to be a graceful ballerina.

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Also, can someone give me a description of what Eva should look like? I'm drawing her for a mini book I'm making<3

I guess this is my first post so I should introduce myself!...

Hi! I'm Ruby (she/her)! I love books and stories, and I still believe I'm a witch---despite not getting my Hogwarts letter.

This wiki looks super cool!

Anywayyyy, I was looking through some of the poems posted here and they are seriously SO GOOD. Like, seriously you guys are talented. So, I thought that I could maybe post a few of my poems here, for maybe a bit of feedback or tips, so I can improve :)

“you”

I see you in the mirror, screaming at me when I can’t sleep

I feel you in the stadium, kissing people in the nosebleeds

I hear you on the gym floor, echoing with the basketballs

I see you in the shopping isle, the roaring lights, all the malls

I was burning on the stake—

I was a witch, you said

As you laughed with all of them—

The people I used to call friends

Did you hear, as I was burning, my scream?

Did you feel the darkness turning underneath?

All I ever wanted was to be seen

But I didn’t like what you saw in me

Sometimes I think about your poison-laced words at night

Your eyes, and your smiles, your oh-so-bright light

You were perfect, everything I wanted to be

I was just a projection of all your jealousy

I loved you, I loved you, you burnt me into ashes

The shattered rooms, you punctured me with gashes

You took scissors and you cut me to pieces

You took my heart, said that I wouldn’t need it

You burnt me, you cut me, you slaughtered me hard

You left me, bleeding in the halls, hurt and scarred

Now, as I fall to the ground, piece by piece, I scream:

You wanted me to be a witch, so now I am

I’ll burn your city to the ground, ‘cause I can

You wanted me to be your villain, so I will be

You were a fake, an illusion, but now I see

Brown eyes in the stadium lights

Lips smiling at their perfect life

My anger like a raging storm

In death, my words were born

"December Girl"

I was lost in the breath of winter

Looking in your eyes, my smile lingers

Foggy air and long black coats

Holding tight to all my hopes

The sky was black, your eyes of ice

The snow glittering in the streetlights

Our shoes on pavement, in the night

I still see us there, when I close my eyes

I see you in the way the snow falls

I see you in all the empty halls

When I’m alone, I see your ghost

I hate you sometimes, because I know

You don’t like me, December girl

We don’t live in the same world

You don’t love me, December girl

To you, I’ve always been invisible

I’ve always been invisible

I’m standing in the parking lot alone

Snow and smoke, shivering cold

I know, I know, I know, I know

December girl, it’s time to let you go

"summer storms"

Do you remember I used to always bring a book to the pool?

I never actually read them; I was too busy staring at you

I loved the way your eyes glowed in the sun, golden

The way you’d laugh as if it was something you couldn’t hold in

My flip-flops on the wood, the footprints dripping wet

I wonder if they’re still there, on that decaying deck

Do you hear my voice like a whisper in the breeze?

In the waves of endless summer, in the scorching heat

I can’t think about summer without thinking about you

You always felt like summer did, sweet and blue

I still remember the end, how the storm came, dark days

My towel over my head, looked behind me as I fled

I remember your voice through the thunder, through the screams

How your words felt like iron, crushing me beneath

I remember your eyes, glinting like knives, how they cut

I remember shivering there, in the dark, my twisted gut

I thought I was the bad guy, I thought I messed us up

I thought I was the reason that there was no more “us”

I knew you wanted me to say something, scream the words

But I’m glad that I didn’t, that when I whispered I wasn’t heard

Because, I think, sometimes, things break, they cascade and burn

We’re dreamers, seeing our reflections in the waves of the world

I think, sometimes, my light, glistens and reflects too much

It’s hard when drowning in the water to know who to trust

But, if I remember one thing about summer, it’s that it comes back around

And, if I remember one thing about life, it’s that all that’s lost will be found

In the waves crashing down

The sunset, golden now

We will be found

I have them somewhere but idk where I'll try to look for them

Anyways I drew Jason

I was barely coherent when drawing this it was like midnight

Anyway bye now I'm going back into the hole of inactivity lol

I can't draw legs 💀💀

He remains legless until further notice

Anyways hi haven't posted here for awhile :D

I literally murdered my fingers for these (click for full)

But they’re bedazzling so it’s fine *sob* 😭😭💀💀✨✨

I loved every second of it though <33

as for a dedication/the reason I wrote this poem, you know who you are, space girl💖

of the Titanic, rose petals, and everything outside the atmosphere

--

words are difficult to use when describing your importance to me. it's like trying to use crystallized honey on my morning toast. i'll try anyways.

you held my hand as i stood on the Titanic,

watching the sunset with me as the ship capsized.

we both survived the iceberg,

and i have to give it all to you, my dear, because i might've lost the paddle i was holding without your silent presence.

three playlists on loop for the past month.

i breathe in--

(one. two. three. four. hold. you taught me that.)

and out, the oxygen in my lungs feeling free

the stars feel your gravity, you know.

they stick to your hair and you grin at me.

the girl from space has saved me again and the galaxies warp in response.

my hair twists and turns as we float aimlessly through the ever-forgiving void.

writing pings:

@NightfallGorgodon517

@Baddie1234

@Taylorsthetic7

@Booktrovert4Life

@DdRrAaGgOoNnSs

hey earth girl yk who you are this is for you

-

falling overboard in the stars

do you remember

that day in science class when

we watched the movie and

it zoomed all the way out, past the towns

and cities and countries and oceans and then it burst

we flew through the atmosphere and crashed out the

other side

then kept leaning over the edge, urging

onward. forward. faster. farther.

away.

all the way past the

moon and stars

then still we flew

far into the nothing

past the asteroid belt

there goes the sun.

then farther yet, hurtling

through galaxies and shells of life

until finally.

we reached our destination

and a man appeared on the screen

and explained

this is the cosmic calendar.

and you are but a speck

a dust mite

in the farthest corner

because you dared be human.

-

oh thx harlow bc you indirectly caused me to write this!!

I hath summoned you bc I need to write a poem for a writing contest based on “infinite wonders await” and “how our minuteness against the scale of the universe places us in a unique position to celebrate both what we know, and what we may discover through inquiry and imagination”

This is for my local observatory and I’d tell you more about it but I don’t want you finding where I live… 😅😅

So help me bc I’m like lacking any idea on what to write 💀💀💀😭😭😭💀💀💀😭😭😅

I’m trying to write about eating an orange slice that looks really yummy but is really disappointing once you actually bite it. But with metaphors.

Idk why lmho.

Can I have some feedback? I’m not liking anything and I’m not sure how to fix it. I feel like everything is too disjointed and doesn’t make sense.

Try 1:

The slice is like sunlight, warm and round, plump with juice that glows in the golden hour. It has veins of pith separating pulp like chambers of a heart. The sweet tang you imagine pulses in your hand. It glows golden orange with promise of overwhelming flavor of sour, sweet, bitter.

It tastes like water. Not water after days of dry thirst. Just water. Had in plenty and no longer craved. Boring, plain, flat. Almost tasteless. You had pierced the pulsing heart with a nail and its blood ran clear, flat and lacking the golden glow. You bent down to lick it, disappointment coating your tastebuds in underwhelm. There’s the faintest tint of bitterness, and nothing else. It’s room temperature. It’s flat, textureless, unimportant. A dream shattered, an apocalyptic sun rising past the precarious hour of breaths held under the golden sky, rising to flat clouds and clear light.

Try 2:

The slice is dusk, a glowing promise of sweetness to come, a crescent of orange descending into a black maw.

The slice is dawn, a bland disappointment, a flat sky faded and mundane after the delicate balance of a day yet unborn.

The slice pulses with the promise of overwhelming flavor. The veins of pith snake bitter paths through pulpy sweet chambers of a heart of tang.

Your nail pierces the warm heart and its blood runs flat and clear. It’s tasteless. Bland. Your tongue is not stained red.

Current Draft:

Bleary eyes blink off the residue of dreamland and wake to a world of 9 to 5s and microwaveable dinners.

This is dani btw

Aaaand i think i'm switching my acc to this one! if im on any of yall's ping lists then my new user is @.seb's.moo.cow. and idk if i'll change back to @ElwinsDaughter058 but i will check on there around once a week ish :)

ALSO im writing a story thing so here's a small preview

Tw: mentions of killing

Sel flipped through a notebook furiously, dust flying everywhere and getting in his hair. He scanned each page, checking every word for a clue to why. Why every time he got angry a bright red light shined before his eyes. Why his girlfriend of 8 years had left him. Why he still hated Anders after the things he said to him all those years ago. Why the world had kept him alive for oh, so long. And then… he found it. A full page of notes, all about Aelfire and the effects it can have. But, Sel still had one more question… why couldn’t he just be good? Like Rena, like Caspian, like Aine. He just… couldn’t. Even though he tried. He tried! Every plan that Sel had never went the right way. Well, never got taken the right way. How could Sel have known that Anders wasn’t good? Anyway, Sel read through the Aelfire page, and flipped to the next one… Huh? He thought. Sel cursed. It was ripped away. He turned the page quickly, looking for any other pages, and they were all torn out. Sel threw the book across the dark and cobweb-covered room, hitting the door and rattling the shack Sel lived in. A bright red light flashed, and suddenly, the book was zapped to ash. “nO-” He reached out for the book, but all he felt was ash. He dropped to his knees, sobbing into his hands and wishing the world had just killed him already.

HELP I FEEL SO UNCONFIDENT BC THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD WRITERS ON HERE SOB

So up first, ZE ART BC YA

@SilverySilveny ememememe I was inspired by that one message that one time on one of our walls, and idk, but this one’s for you queen!😘😘😘😘😘

Also, NO REFERENCES LETSSSSS GOOOOOOOOOOO I’M GETTING BETTER AT PHILANGES AND THEIR PROPORTIONS

And I think I’ll do like a life update sometime later when it’s not LaTe

*cough*midnight-and-a-half*cough*