Oh, Lucifer. Please take my hand.
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Oh, Lucifer. Please take my hand.
Character: Leviathan A. Williams (Original) Warning: Okay so, there are a lot of triggering themes intertwined within this particular piece of writing. So I’m gonna just label this as horror? My brain child, Levi, has had a tragic, horrible, messy life and this is one of those tragic, horrible, and messy events in that life that helped shaped the awful person whom he has become. Triggers include: incest/rape mention, murder, heroin mention, abuse, and child abuse. There’s also elements of mental illness in here and any other content written about Levi. ( To eliminate it from your feed, block the tag: leviathan for ts // Please continue with discretion and feel free to let me know any tags I’ve missed. Word Count:Who the fuck knows. I’ve been adding to and subtracting from this little by little for like…idk…like months? I stopped caring.
“45, 46, 47, 48…” It had been a week—six days, twenty hours, and three minutes, to be exact—since Levi had returned back to Barton Hollow from he and Mason’s semi-spontaneous, month long trip around the Peach State. They’d traveled to thirty towns, hopped twenty trains, slept under sixteen bridges, and in fourteen motel rooms. He’d met at least a couple hundred people (with the help of his companion’s far superior socials skills, of course;) played six shows, and smiled more than he ever had in his life. Twenty five days spent with Mason. Six days since they’d been separated – six days since he’d touched heroin. Five days since he’d had a meal…five days since he’d seen daylight… Six days, twenty hours, four minutes since he’d returned home.
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Is this a permanent hiatus? We miss you. ;-;
I hope not. I've just been SUPER busy and lacking creative juices. My life is pretty hectic. But I do miss you all. I check this account periodically but if you want my personal account, feel free to shoot me a message. - xo, Mort
// the culprit appeareth
I didn’t do all of these but. I’ll take the credit for starting something so monumental. I’d like to thank the academy…
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psa. chemistry.
sometimes characters just won’t get along. sometimes their character traits, personalities and general characteristics will collide and therefore make it hard for the writer to put energy into things — this shouldn’t be blamed on the author who can’t find the chemistry to plot something.
characters are different, everyone can’t get along. not everyone will be able to GET along for a longer period, and that is real life as well; there will always be some people you can’t see yourself interact with, no matter how hard you actually try.
it’s allowed not to get along, it’s allowed not to be able to come up with something; people, too, should accept that.
a lot of writers take it personally. “YOU JUST HATE MY CHARACTER”, “YOU FAVOR OTHER PEOPLE”, “YOU ARE BEING AN ELITIST” and so on. but no, no; sometimes it just doesn’t work. it might start up with chemistry and then fade into nothing (that’s natural and we’ve all felt it at some time) or there simply isn’t any chemistry no matter how hard you try. being forced to write something you don’t want to? that’s cruel to a creative mind.
please, remember that not everyone has to get along IC. sometimes chemistry just doesn’t work out and that should be respected.
Repost, don’t reblog.
A face your muse makes when happy:
A face your muse makes when sad:
A face your muse makes when they see something they want:
A face your muse makes when their berserk button is pushed:
A face your muse makes when they see someone they dislike:
Tagged by: @togovernwithdecorum Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done this.
It’s super spicy and totally delish!
( But like, why is this us??? - @wildcrcw @hiddenweaponuserkun )
Just wanted to give a random shoutout to my pal Birdie, my wife, my partner in shit talking ( @chatonnoiir - @wildcrcw - @shiiroi - @ikiiryo - if you aren’t following one or all of her accounts, you should, she is the shit. ) She’s been such a huge staple in not only the creation of Levi but adjusting him so he fits into the K universe, and I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such a genius and creative person for a best friend. Love you, Stinky Bird - 5ever. <3
You are the fulcrum, Duke. You’ll either save your friends, OR KILL THEM ALL.
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Repeat after me: I am a nice monster, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Birbs are friends, not food.
“I beg to differ, greyface.”
Te ves hermosa en tus matorrales. Ignora a esa estúpida persona anónima.
ACOBO VER ESTO!!!
MUCHAS GRACIAS! ESTOY BLUSHING!!! ( No se como dice “blushing” en espanol. ;—-; Espero que entiendas. )
reblog if you dont scream at 5am
trying to prove a point to birds