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∂เѵเɳε รσµℓ | wᵣᵢₜₑᵣ | ₐᵣₜᵢₛₜ | ₘᵤₛᵢc ₗₒᵥₑᵣ ᵍˡⁱᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒˡᵈ ~ ᵇᵃʳⁿˢ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗⁿᵉʸ | 'ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵇᵒⁿᵉ.'

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✧･ﾟ:* 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 *:･ﾟ✧

a name wrapped in velvet and thorns.name: echo

age: eighteen (november born. cold hands, warm rage.)

pronouns: she/her

mbti: intp — the dreamer with a dagger

zodiac: scorpio☽ ✦ vibes — writes like she’s unraveling

— carries silence like a sword

— hopeless romantic with commitment issues

— raised by books, built by ghosts

✦ currently watching: smallville, arcane (always), criminal minds

reading: your mind

writing: love letters disguised as breakdowns

listening: jazz, rain, and that one song that ruins you

✦ obsessions — lipstick-stained coffee cups

— tragic characters who never ask for help

— mirrors in dark rooms

— soft sweaters & sharper tongues

— the line between love and ruin “i don’t want to be understood. i want to be felt.”

⛧ 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ⛧ for your eyes, not your fingers.

✧ my writing is personal — do not repost, plagiarize, or claim as your own. ever.

✧ no AI use on my content. don’t feed it to bots.

✧ don’t edit, translate, or adapt my stories without permission.

✧ no unsolicited critiques. this isn’t a workshop — it’s a diary with teeth.

✧ you’re welcome to reblog with love. leave a kind comment if it moved you.

✧ if something triggers you, feel free to scroll away. i always tag sensitive content.

✧ respect the characters and ships i write — even the dark or messy ones.

“i write to survive. please treat my survival with care.”

[freakoutgirl]

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.

[izbnart]

Batman animation 👍🌟

[ere-the-sun-rises]

@frownyalfred OMG OMG OMG

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HELLO?!? THE TALENT?!

[papayafromtv]

how much do you wanna bet that the justice league sees how fucking insane the batkids are and tries to criticise bruce's parenting only to rapidly backpeddle when bruce just deadpan whistle-calls the nearest batkid over and gestures towards them like 'alright, then. you try bringing it up as a healthy adult.'

jason is stood there, gun twirling in-hand, shit eating grin on his face, and innocently he goes 'are you my new daddy?'

oliver's eyes widen in fear and he sputters out a 'o-oh i don't- i don't think-'

'yeah, that's what i thought.' bruce snaps. 'come on, jason.'

oliver watches bruce wrap an arm around jason's shoulders and lead him away, and as they leave he hears jason go 'i shot a guy like- directly through the nose ring, nothing but net style, so i won the competition and i get to pick dinner for tonight.'

bruce's steps falter just barely. 'and the man you shot-?'

'oh, fuckin exploded like an egg out the microwave. ruined damian's new sweater.'

bruce sighs.

'i want italian.'

'you had italian yesterday.'

'i want italian.'

[lettaniko]

Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.

[ladychaos]

Sul sul everyone! New build and new speed build video!

First, I want to say sorry for being away for a bit. I've been dealing with stuff, and I needed some time to take care of my mental health. I've finally finished this build, and I hope you'll like it and the video. Take care, loves. I'll try to be back soon with new creations. 💜

Silversong Castle [CC-FREE]

On a starless night, a lost siren longed for her beloved. She swam and swam until she could do so no longer, her body floating aimlessly. In her despair, as her tears became one with the ocean, she heard something. A song so beautiful that even she could not have sung it. Drawn to the shore of an unknown land, she found herself in waters of infinite colors. Suddenly, she felt warmth and joy. There was hope. She had just met Nayeli, Queen of the Fairies, Finder of Lost Souls.

AVAILABLE IN MY GALLERY

Origin ID: LadyChaosWorlds

Silversong Castle: [X]

Don’t forget to activate bb.moveobjects before downloading the lot on build mode (not from the map).

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[carnicer01]

Duties and responsibilities

Nightwing seems a little distracted. Perharps if he wasn't, he could've noticed the danger right next to his loved ones.

[plumspider]

lois is made for clark because she was fucking normal and okay with him having some things that he didn’t share with her because she TRUSTED him. EVERYONE else in this show got mad at him and pressured him to tell them whatever he was hiding, lois was fine with him having a secret until she got heavily caught up in it and then once she figured it out she waited for him to be ready, encouraging him rather than pressuring him.

lana and chloe (who i do like as characters btw) had no fucking boundaries - lois is the only normal one because if my friend had something he didn’t want me to know i’d accept it and move on??!!! ask once or twice and respect their boundaries i fear??

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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

Just One Night

| summary: He only shows up when red kryptonite hits. And when it does, he finds her. Every time. | word count: 2029 | warnings: red!k!clark, tension, suggestive content, semi proofread |

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He knew he shouldn't have. He moved before his thoughts could catch up. When he slipped that red ruby ring on, he was gone. Any logical thinking disappeared. Clark needed a moment of release — to not be afraid.

He wasn't Clark Kent.

Not now.

Kal didn't think — he acted. He moved through Smallville like a ghost with fists, all fire behind his eyes with a cruel smile on his lips. Every suppressed feeling, every unspoken want, every carefully buried desire Clark buried beneath the surface, Kal wore it like a second skin.

And tonight, for once, he would have her.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

She felt him before she saw him. Life the air shifted just slightly.

Then the knock came. Low. Slow. Measured. It wasn't a request to be let in. Her breath caught. She didn't move. She didn't need to. She already knew.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Again. And again. Like he was counting down her resistance. And God help her — she wasn't sure she wanted to resist this time.

"Clark." the door swung open. For a moment, she stood still, stunned. This wasn't Clark. No. No, she knew that look.

Clark leaned against the doorframe, a lazy grin curling on his lips, arms crossed like he had all the time in the world. There was a glint in his eyes that didn’t belong to the boy who once apologized for stepping too close.

And she hated — hated — how well that damned leather jacket suited him.

"Not even a hello?" he asked, voice smooth like water dripping down glass. He stepped forward. She didn't move.

He didn't wait for an invitation.

"You shouldn't be here." she kept her voice steady, yet it did nothing to shield the tremor in her body.

He hummed. "You always say that," Kal circled her like prey, his eyes once filled with warmth now darker — hungrier. "And yet, here you are. Door unlocked, lights on. Waiting."

"Tell me to leave." he stopped behind her. His words were a command, as if he were expecting her to listen. He leaned down, his breath brushing over her ear. "And I'll listen."

She didn't. Couldn't.

Not because she was afraid. But because she wasn't

And that terrified her more.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Part II?

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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

Yours, Eventually

| summary: She told him not to tell anyone—or she'd kill again. | word count: 2077 | warnings: dark themes, murder, obsession |

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He found the first letter on his desk, folded neatly into a square. No envelope. No fingerprints. Just his name, written in script.

“Dr. Reid, it’s not every day you catch the attention of someone like me. But I’m fascinated — by your work, your words, the way you never blink when talking about death. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful."

"If you tell anyone about this letter, I’ll kill again."

It was signed: “Yours, eventually.”

He told no one.

But he read it again that night. And again the next.

The second letter came a week later. This time, tucked inside a first edition of Crime and Punishment, left on the table at a cafe three blocks from Quantico. He hadn’t been followed — he knew he hadn’t.

The letter read: “You're more Raskolnikov than you think. Brilliant minds always get away with murder. Unless they're too soft. Are you soft, Spencer?"

He gripped the paper tighter than he meant to. The paper wrinkled.

He kept the letters in a locked drawer, though some nights they stayed on his desk, next to the case files that blurred in his vision.

He told himself he wasn’t afraid.

That fascination wasn't mutual.

He lied.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

“They're escalating,” Prentiss muttered, flipping through crime scene photos. “The violence is more precise now. Like it’s… practiced.”

“Because it is,” Spencer said, eyes still on the board. “She’s experimenting with ligature bruising to see how long it takes someone to pass out without dying.”

Silence.

Hotch turned slowly. “That… wasn’t in the autopsy report.”

Morgan raised a brow. “And it sure as hell wasn’t in the crime scene notes.”

Spencer blinked. The room tilted.

“I—just meant theoretically,” he said quickly. “It’s something I read. In a case study.”

Rossi tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “Funny. You used the word she.”

He didn’t respond.

Later, alone at his desk, he found the third letter tucked under his keyboard.

“You slipped, didn’t you?” “Careful, Spencer. If you give them my name, I’ll give them yours.”

“But for now… I’m proud of you.”

A kiss print in dark red smudged the paper. His hands shook.

Not with fear. With anticipation.