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in which Cosmo writes about the worlds in their head.

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WIP || ℑ𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯 ↬previously known as Pandemonium 》Book Cover Feature: Bailee Davis Genre: Young Adult, Deconstruction of the Chosen One, Urban/Dark Fantasy Trigger Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, mental illness (depression, anxiety, etc), swearing, kids/teenagers forced to grow up, corruption, minor psychological horror, dickish gods, suicide ideation at times.

Bailee Profile:

Age || 16 Likes: Music, art, hikes, sleeping, her pet rabbit, her girlfriend Dislikes: Height jokes, loud noises, the Covens, her cousin Personality Traits: ✴ Extroverted X Tempermental ✴ Honest X Secretive ✴ Methodical X Melancholic About: A somewhat lost young lady, she isn’t sure which direction her life is headed and at the moment, she doesn’t care too much. Her biggest wish is to be normal, to throw away all ties she has towards the Covens and live a normal life–considering how she was born without the ability to use magic, which is why her life was absolute hell as a child.

She is hot headed, and the things that can set her off are usually threats towards her girlfriend, Lucija, and her twin brother, Isaac. Nobody else, to her, matters as much.

Her childhood is shrouded in pain, and she would rather forget even though she is the spitting image of her tormentor, her mother. When her childhood home went up in flames on the eve of her 11th birthday, everything that was going on behind those doors came to light and ended up becoming an international issue–and she does not remember what had caused the fire.

But she remembers one thing:

A creature with large black wings, intense eyes, and towered over her with such grandeur and command she feared him. He called himself–

Excerpt:

It wasn’t as though she had a choice in the matter, it’s as though life had decided she wasn’t allowed any form of happiness or any form of peace. The mission she had agreed to go on, because somehow, an all powerful being was powerless, would just endager Lucija’s life, and her family’s life and she would be damned if more people got hurt because of her.

With everything neatly packed, and her room tidyed more than it usually is, Bailee bites her lower lip.

She doesn’t want to leave.

With a sigh, she climbs out through the window–she doesn’t want to disturb her slumbering little half sister who will cry in the morning, and she doesn’t want to be faced with the multiple questions of why she’s leaving, answers she cannot give, eye contact she cannot make. Lies she doesn’t want to tell.

And it’s not fair.

But it was never fair to have been born, was it?

[ophiaihel]

ro —

i fought the war.

i fought the war.

i fought the war.

but the war won.

from the fourth general by @newdivinities.

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Sir, that’s my emotional support WIP

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G.O.D.F.A.L.L.E.N ∣ character introduction ↳ the last King – torn apart

‟ from the rubble, what do i see ∣ there’s a whole damn army thinkin’ they’re gonna harm me

– bury me face down ∣ grandson

[ conan fey ] ∣ [ ??, he/him ] ∣ [ +more ]

i. tyranny in blood, terror in bone. fear the king and his armies, for he will tear the world apart. hidden in silver and steel he dominates, spilling divine blood, feeding the people lies.

ii. shot in the back. left in agony, buried in a shallow grave, not granting his soul the mercy of afterlife. he rules his Shadow court, a desperate man.

iii. cruel, they called him. a cruel king, a puppet of his father. young, foolish. they wished to change him, wished him death. he never relented, hid his fear behind blood and bone.

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                            PLAINSIGHT 81 | CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

                                                  VALENTINE RHETT

[nineteen] | [he/him] | [pansexual] 

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Sometimes all you can do is let yourself be a human for a moment and cry. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong enough to not be afraid of your own feelings. 

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                                     CHAPTER TWO of THE FAULTLESS SERIES                                       written by @pilipalea​ & edited by @ideolgues​

Soj could hear the excitement in the voice of the other. Beyond their lessons, he might have been able to admit that he found a sense of compassion for the human. He allowed the first edition of Don Quixote to slowly lower from his face, revealing his concerned gaze. While the world they lived in was advanced, he knew that she would remain unsafe. Genie gently placed her finger on the nose of the digitized bird.

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DEVIL LIKE ME: A SUMMARY.

“Fresh blood,” he added, ominous.

Laird stopped in his tracks, then headed his way, slowly and carefully, like he was expecting something far worse than it was; but it was blood, simply blood, and Laird stared at it with a frown.

“Was it there when you came?” and he wondered how Kellar could have come here all alone.

Kellar shook his head. “No, it wasn’t.”

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[noirhubris]

DEVIL LIKE ME: A SUMMARY.

“Fresh blood,” he added, ominous.

Laird stopped in his tracks, then headed his way, slowly and carefully, like he was expecting something far worse than it was; but it was blood, simply blood, and Laird stared at it with a frown.

“Was it there when you came?” and he wondered how Kellar could have come here all alone.

Kellar shook his head. “No, it wasn’t.”

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION:

wip: the chase

character: mae jones

trigger warning: mention of suicide

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“Who’s she?” I asked. She was a frail looking girl with thin, long blonde hair covering nearly her entire face, as if she wanted to remain hidden, a secret almost.

“Oh, that’s Mae Jones. She doesn’t open up very much ever since…” Edith began but then stopped as if she was about to say something that was forbidden.

My eyebrows raised at her and my almond eyes demanded more. I wanted and needed to know everything about this girl. There was something off about her. It was almost like… Something or someone was watching over her. No, following her.

“Ever since her brother killed himself, Mae hasn’t been herself.” Edith whisper-shouted at me a little too loud.

The girl was now staring at both of us, face paled and eyes filled with sorrow and emptiness. That was when I knew what was going on.

[victoiirres]

QUERENCIA SOCIETY:

“ beauty is not about how you look, it is about what you bare inside your heart”.

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WIP INTRODUCTION:

title: T H E  C H A S E

genre: horror, romance, adventure

trigger warning: mentions of suicide

synopsis:  Mae loved her brother. After suddenly losing him to suicide, she decided to turn to Wicca as a form of comfort. Willow is the new girl in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. There aren’t many people like her. After befriending her, Mae soon realizes that Willow has been keeping a secret from her. She can see and hear Mae’s brother, Beau, who doesn’t remember a single thing from his past life. It is up to Mae and Willow to help him move on after becoming stuck.

But, what if Beau’s death wasn’t a suicide?

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self care is making your original content even if you think you’re the only one who likes it

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writing update ∣ godfallen

date ∣ 16.03.2019 total word count ∣ 1.326 (im draft hopping once again) written today ∣ 664 

excerpt ∣ ❛ ‘We’re dead,’ Mac gasps. ‘We’re dead,’ his body is lowered into their shallow grave, four mangled bodies, tangled together in their final moments. ‘They’re going to bury us alive.’ His face buried in the crook of Etienne’s broken neck.   Jaqueline reaches out, movement slow, she grasps Mac’s hand weakly. ‘No fear,’ she whispers hoarsely. ‘No fear Mac, never fear.’ ‘Yeah,’ Mac breathes out shakily. ‘I’m not scared.’ He lets out a laugh. ‘Why should I be scared.’ The faint beeping of a truck backing up pierces their silence of labored breaths. Shay cries out softly. ‘I wanna go home.’ He yells. ‘Please!’ His voice is broken raw, bloodied face illuminated by the pale moon. ‘Let me go home,’ he cries out. ‘I want to go home.’ ‘Shay,’ Mac whispers. ‘Shay, Shay please,’ He reaches out, tries to, never quite gets there. ‘We’re here, you’re not alone, I promise, you’ll never be alone.’ Once the dirt hits all noise is gone, buried. Four broken bodies, tangled together, never to be discovered. ❜

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[carumens]

support me?

hello everyone!! due to my uni schedules and extracurricular activities it’s impossible for me to find a job, specially if i want to continue pursuing my writing career. for that reason, i decided to make a ko-fi: if you guys enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee, whatever small quantity it is, it will be helpful for me.

also, as some of you know, i’m a student of translation & interpreting. if someone needs a translation or a revision, contact me. the price of the translation will vary depending on the type of text and the word count, but that is something we will establish between us. the languages i can translate to and from are spanish, english and german.

i am also willing to give spanish oral lessons (via Skype or any other platform you are comfortable with.) 

payments would be made via paypal to ensure everyone’s privacy and security.

on another note: my poetry book ‘to weep carnations’ is almost finished. i am seriously considering to self-publish and i will probably not establish a fixed prize to buy it. i know how it is to not have enough money to buy books and support other artists even if you want to, so i will probabñy make it so you guys can buy it for whatever quantity you deem necessary/you can.

[carumens]

So… yes, on a whim I published SaN on Wattpad ldafjladjsghlafkh for those who have already read the 5 first chapters…. THERES NEW STUFF!!!! I added some intermediate chapters and added stuff to the existing ones, so the original first five chapters i posted a while ago are not the same thata re posted on Wattpad rn

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The moment I’ve been waiting for!! 

Thank god!!