Gore, violence, body horror, mentions of death, occult, vomiting, paranoia, possible triggering content for body dysmorphia, passing mentions of child neglect. Please let me know if there is ever something I need to add. Horror is meant to be spooky, not triggering.
Themes and Tropes
Found family, trust no one, southern gothic horror, psychological horror, misremembered past, platonic love
Summary
I had hoped my past would have the decency to leave me alone. I spent most of my adult life burying my past, and any spare moments were spent trying to forget. So when I received a letter that seems to have been written by me, to me, from 20 years ago, I’m not impressed. The last thing I wanted to so was unearth my messy history, but when your 11 year old self is begging for help it’s hard to ignore.
Characters
Lilith Rivera: 31, she/her, Private Eye
Carrie Torrance: 30, she/her, Horror Writer
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“my name is eden cruz.” her cape billowed behind her as lightning flashed overhead. “and i am the new supreme.”
BASIC INFORMATION // seventeen years old, she/her, lesbian
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION // wild curly brown hair, light brown eyes, freckles all over her face, pale skin, callouses and cuts all over her hands
EXCERPT //
her memories are a mess of jumbled pieces bouncing around in her mind. she catches small glimpses of every little thing, but she can’t manage to put any of it together.
she sees a rough mountain peak, but she doesn’t know where it is. she sees a tall woman with her same wild hair, but can’t pin a name down. she sees a tiny little cottage buried in the back of a forest, but deep down she knew she’d never be able to find it again
instead, eden has to look at what she has.
she has santiago, her friend and crow familiar, perched on her shoulder. she has helena, who makes her heart beat fast and her face flush red, only a ten minute walk away. she has jason and imani, who infuriate her but comfort her at the same time, wandering around the building somewhere.
this is her home, this is the only place she knows, and she’s not ready to give it up quite yet.
AESTHETICS //
red converse, autumn forests, indie music, scuffed boots, hair ribbons, old leather books, torn gloves, dark rooms, moonlight streaming through curtains, the call of a crow
“my name is eden cruz.” her cape billowed behind her as lightning flashed overhead. “and i am the new supreme.”
BASIC INFORMATION // seventeen years old, she/her, lesbian
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION // wild curly brown hair, light brown eyes, freckles all over her face, pale skin, callouses and cuts all over her hands
EXCERPT //
her memories are a mess of jumbled pieces bouncing around in her mind. she catches small glimpses of every little thing, but she can’t manage to put any of it together.
she sees a rough mountain peak, but she doesn’t know where it is. she sees a tall woman with her same wild hair, but can’t pin a name down. she sees a tiny little cottage buried in the back of a forest, but deep down she knew she’d never be able to find it again
instead, eden has to look at what she has.
she has santiago, her friend and crow familiar, perched on her shoulder. she has helena, who makes her heart beat fast and her face flush red, only a ten minute walk away. she has jason and imani, who infuriate her but comfort her at the same time, wandering around the building somewhere.
this is her home, this is the only place she knows, and she’s not ready to give it up quite yet.
AESTHETICS //
red converse, autumn forests, indie music, scuffed boots, hair ribbons, old leather books, torn gloves, dark rooms, moonlight streaming through curtains, the call of a crow
“my name is eden cruz.” her cape billowed behind her as lightning flashed overhead. “and i am the new supreme.”
BASIC INFORMATION // seventeen years old, she/her, lesbian
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION // wild curly brown hair, light brown eyes, freckles all over her face, pale skin, callouses and cuts all over her hands
EXCERPT //
her memories are a mess of jumbled pieces bouncing around in her mind. she catches small glimpses of every little thing, but she can’t manage to put any of it together.
she sees a rough mountain peak, but she doesn’t know where it is. she sees a tall woman with her same wild hair, but can’t pin a name down. she sees a tiny little cottage buried in the back of a forest, but deep down she knew she’d never be able to find it again
instead, eden has to look at what she has.
she has santiago, her friend and crow familiar, perched on her shoulder. she has helena, who makes her heart beat fast and her face flush red, only a ten minute walk away. she has jason and imani, who infuriate her but comfort her at the same time, wandering around the building somewhere.
this is her home, this is the only place she knows, and she’s not ready to give it up quite yet.
AESTHETICS //
red converse, autumn forests, indie music, scuffed boots, hair ribbons, old leather books, torn gloves, dark rooms, moonlight streaming through curtains, the call of a crow
“my name is eden cruz.” her cape billowed behind her as lightning flashed overhead. “and i am the new supreme.”
BASIC INFORMATION // seventeen years old, she/her, lesbian
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION // wild curly brown hair, light brown eyes, freckles all over her face, pale skin, callouses and cuts all over her hands
EXCERPT //
her memories are a mess of jumbled pieces bouncing around in her mind. she catches small glimpses of every little thing, but she can’t manage to put any of it together.
she sees a rough mountain peak, but she doesn’t know where it is. she sees a tall woman with her same wild hair, but can’t pin a name down. she sees a tiny little cottage buried in the back of a forest, but deep down she knew she’d never be able to find it again
instead, eden has to look at what she has.
she has santiago, her friend and crow familiar, perched on her shoulder. she has helena, who makes her heart beat fast and her face flush red, only a ten minute walk away. she has jason and imani, who infuriate her but comfort her at the same time, wandering around the building somewhere.
this is her home, this is the only place she knows, and she’s not ready to give it up quite yet.
AESTHETICS //
red converse, autumn forests, indie music, scuffed boots, hair ribbons, old leather books, torn gloves, dark rooms, moonlight streaming through curtains, the call of a crow
SONGS //
saint bernard - lincoln
we fell in love in october - girl in red
lemon boy - cavetown
february - beach bunny
summer depression - girl in red
i’m in love with you, sorry - j’san
silly girl - chloe moriondo
hi! i am so sorry for disappearing for so long!!!
um, because i disappeared for so long, one of my major wips has changed a lot in that time!
what was originally known as “there’s nothing left for me” is now known as “the wicked ways of wayward witches”
because it’s been so long since i’ve worked on it, i’m just gonna be starting a new taglist asdfahsgfahs
if you’re interested in being on the taglist, please let me know ! thank you :D
The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women like Miss Major and other people of colour paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can. (Edited to add links and make the image clearer)
Extensive BLM Google doc including places to donate to, education resources, etc
List of 75 things white people can do right now
Simple way to donate to the cause if you have no money to
hey, i’d love to be added to your taglist for “there’s nothing left for me”! (though please tag my writeblr @qelizhus; it makes things easier to track for me)
of course! thank you so much for being interested!
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