Hannah V.A.N.velzor

Writer, musician, screamy music lover (fanpage/fanfic account: @badlandsomens)

[hannahvanvelzor]

MASTERLIST GUIDE (the masterlist of masterlists lol):

Poetry masterlist

Song lyrics masterlist (I plan to share my music with y'all once I have some out 🫶💖)

Fanfiction & original stories masterlists (fics posted via @badlandsomens) (original stories posted here)

Taglist form (for poems & lyrics)

(taglist form for fanfics will be posted on other blog)

My linktr.ee (features my Instagram, Twitter, Discord server, YouTube, etc.)

[hannahvanvelzor]

https://www.tumblr.com/hannahvanvelzor/820953541478875136/let-the-promos-begin?source=share

is that u

Yes, that's me ☺️

That is my first ever teaser for my debut single. Not sure when I will release it yet but hopefully I'll be able to do so before the end of summer! Fingers crossed 🤞

[hannahvanvelzor]

Let the promos begin...

[r3prise]

𝔖𝔄ℑ𝔇 𝔄𝔑𝔇 𝔇𝔒𝔑𝔈

a poem by audrey.

note(s)- this is in a way dedicated to @thefountainn, I was unsure how to answer your heartfelt message earlier but do know I appreciate you so very much and I love you. you encouraged me to finish this poem that had been in the docs for months...so here she is. secondly, nothing in the poem is capitalized because the theme of this poem is the opposite of perfection. and last but not least, this is based off the song, said and done by sace6.

warnings: mentions of blood, self loathing, religion (angels, heaven, hell), ghosts, afterlife, blood. if I missed anything, please let me know.

cowering in corners

twisting your phrases with venom

do you know why the flowers never bloom

In this garden built of your lies?

or perhaps, how we build our relationship on lies? tell each other we're done,

but we come crawling back to each other, similar to ghosts in their afterlives

but that's just another example of the lies we tell

the river has dried

i just want to rest

let me drown in my own blood

i will never stop pleading for an escape from this merciless hell called humanity

they told me it was the music you can't hear

the cries of angels

my self despise sending angels falling from the heavens daily

i don't do it on purpose

i promise

but I already know, that's just another promise to be broken.

divider: @thecutestgrotto

images found on: Pinterest

poetry tags: @hannahvanvelzor

[hannahvanvelzor]

I swear everyone I know is so damn talented, check out my girlie pop's poetry 🙂‍↕️💖💖💖

[momsensx]

and all the neighbors whisper “isn’t it a shame? that little girl we knew has surely gone insane”

[r3prise]

𝐄𝐆𝐎

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐀𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞:

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.

𝐈𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭...

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

THIS FIC WILL HEAVILY BE BASED OFF OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE COMICS AND THE NO RELIGION SERIES BY @badomensspecter

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @nefugus, @just-a-ghost-girl, @novainpolaroids, @icybansheesoul, @platespaghetti, @c0ncrete-jungle, @ami-gami, @mushroommelody1, @theservantbones, @lilith-jae, @anything-morethan-human, @hannahvanvelzor, @ethelsbaby, @babeomens, @sleepycactus-omens, @itsfarbettertolearn, @alwaysfightforwhoyouare, @heavilyfadingpower, @mrslumi, @amelia-acero, @concretejunglefm, @fear-its-beauty, @runningincircl3s, @fadingintothegrey, @branika182

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: @uzmacchiato

<3

[hannahvanvelzor]

God, Don't Let Me Die Here

(loosely inspired by Love Me by The Pretty Reckless)

(A.N.: hey y'all! It's been a while since I last posted a poem on here. I've been hardcore struggling with anxiety lately and have felt like I'm going to die almost every night this month. I know I'm not going to, but it's been really hard to convince myself of that most nights. Just today alone I almost had an anxiety attack and I've been lightheaded since starting my period earlier. I needed to write my spiral into poetry before it ate me alive, and amid TPR dropping their new album Dear God today, I decided to channel my religious side more than I usually would. I hope you guys enjoy, and if any of you happen to relate and need someone to talk to about it, my DMs are open. Love you guys so much 🫶💖)

God, don't let me die here

I'm hanging by a thread

I know in my heart, You're out there

And You know what's going through my head

I pray 5 times a day

Yet I feel like I haven't prayed enough

Do I not ask the right questions?

Or am I asking for too much?

I bow my head down and kneel

The marks on my forehead and nose will show

Though for years I've felt like I've yet to heal

Am I doing something wrong that I don't know?

I read Your holy words each night

Your lessons are above others

Have I violated too many holy laws

Like disrespecting my very mother?

I know I sin, and I do it swell

I'm not ashamed, but I don't feel well

Is this deathly feeling the punishment I deserve?

Is this what I get for loving him, or wanting her?

I utter Your name under my breath during spirals

You ground my mind when the thoughts protrude

You've become my mantra, but it's seemed to have stopped

Is it wrong of me to continue turning to You?

Have I abused Your name in the name of grounding?

I swear I never meant such harm

Should I be praying more when I feel like this?

It seems that when I do, I still feel alarmed

The prayers seemed to have stopped working

And my body has yet to stop hurting

I'm still here, still following my faith

But with every spiral, it continues to feel faint

God, don't let me die here

I'm too young to fade away

If I'm meant to leave, let me first say goodbye

For I'll never know when I'll live my last today

Taglist:

@darkvisualartist @r3prise

[r3prise]

† SANCTIFY ME †

† CHAPTER ONE †

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† PAIRING: STALKER!NOAH X FEM!READER †

† WARNINGS: STALKING, HIDDEN CAMERAS, MASTURBATION (M/F), DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER (DID), I did not proofread btw † ★if I missed anything, please let me know.

† WC: 1.1k †

† SUMMARY: Noah discovers Y/N's social media page and his obsession sparks. Noah then hires his friend, Nicholas Ruffilo, to track her data just from her posts. †

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*a/n:I had a HUGE writers block while writing this so this is quite a short chapter and I had to write a majority of this on my phone. Also, this series will alternate between POVS, Noah's perspective will be the only first person POV.

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† “DON'T RUN, LITTLE MOUSE.” †

† “WHAT IS PEACE OF MIND?” †

January 15th, 2026.

12:32 a.m.

“Lights, Camera, Action..”

It was late, and she desperately needed sleep.

Y/N was not only an Instagram influencer, she also worked at the local strip club. As a stripper herself.

Walking out those doors felt like relief. Counting the wad of cash in her hands, lipstick smeared over her face.

She wrapped her fur coat around herself tightly, covering up her rhinestone lingerie.

So, so oblivious.

Her heart starts to race. She has an eerie feeling, walking alone at night.

The same walk she's walked a million times before.

So, why did this time feel odd?

Maybe it was the man she met earlier today.

January 15th, 2026.

6:54 p.m.

++ Private Room ++

She was sitting on the couch which was centered in the middle of the room, waiting for a new client to show up and sign the contract. She had rules. No physical attachments, Blood work, required. No questions asked. She preferred to be careful.

Soon a tall- very tall- man entered the room. “Sebastian Davis… correct?” Little to her knowledge this man who goes by, Sebastian Davis, just found her home address, moments prior.

“Yes.”, he says, voice low- a grin slowly growing upon his face.

“Perfect, let’s get started then, shall we?”

It was the perfect plan.

She wasn't supposed to be home for another several hours, so I took the opportunity.

I need her.

….

Ring! Ring! Ring!

….

“Noah?” a low, tired- as if just awoken- voice answers.

“Nicholas. I need your help.” I had little to say, attempting to prevent revealing my fucked up plan but Nicholas already knew what I was going to attempt.

She isn't my first victim but she may be my last.

I crave her.

“Another one? Really, man?”

I couldn't help but watch her.

I was in my car, down the street near her home address, laptop on my lap with a live video recording of her and my cock in my hand.

The various sex toys on her vanity as she held a rose toy to her clit.

Then she pulled it away. My hand paused.

Was this fucked up?

Very.

Did I care?

No, not really.

I had then realized, she's edging herself. But I'm not patient like her, so I slowly started to stroke again.

And then- after what feels like hours, she shoves a dildo- just large enough to make you feel full, up her tight cunt.

I can hear the squelches through the hidden cameras.

And, fuck.

I let out a loud moan in my car as I continued to watch the camera on my laptop.

Hot cum spilt all over my hand and keyboard as I pant.

That was the fastest- and best, might I add, orgasm I've ever had.

Soon after she came herself and shut her vibrator off.

Her heavy breaths filled the room, oblivious to the audience she has.

She will be mine.

My headlights shine against the pavement of the road.

My laptop is in my passenger seat as I drive home.

My phone rings and I assume it's Nicholas, I press the answer button without looking and take my eyes off the empty road for a second to put my phone on speaker before paying attention again.

“Hello?” a familiar female voice answers.

Fuck. Y/N.

“Sebastian Davis, speaking. May I ask who this is?” I ask automatically, as if I cannot recognize her soft voice.

“Hi, it's Y/N. We met earlier tonight. Everything came back negative, meet me whenever you can and we can work out a schedule that accommodates you.” She spoke, voice heavenly.

“Sounds good. Thank you.” I hung up and tried to ignore my growing erection.

And finally, I've arrived at Nicholas'.

I know he'll help me take her.

You can't run from me, little mouse.

Her screams bring pleasure to my twisted fantasies.

So oblivious to who is holding her captive.

All she sees is him.

The mask.

I call him, “Friend.”

When I wear the mask it's as if I'm no longer in control. Friend takes over.

And I let him.

It's nice to be feared.

And when she finally sees the man underneath, she'll love me.

She has to love me. I’ll be all she has left.

Right?

I can't breathe.

I feel like I'm drowning.

This feels like death.

A slow agonizing death.

Friend? Friend, are you there?

Please take over.

It's too much-

*

I wake gasping.

It was just a dream. But it had seemed…so real.

I slip out of bed and head to my bathroom.

My home is so empty. I'm so alone.

I just need someone to love me.

But I'll never admit that.

Only Friend knows.

And it'll stay like that.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I attempt to recollect myself, calm myself so I can go back to sleep.

He's laughing at me.

“Quit it.” I mumble, Friend knows I'm addressing him. His laughter grows louder and more frenzied.

“Enough!” My shout echoes throughout the large bathroom.

Finally- it goes quiet.

And finally I gain enough courage to look at it.

The mask- the mask that puts Friend in charge.

“C’mon, Noah. Don't be a puss. You know you want it.” The agonizing voice in my head laughs maniacally.

“I can't. You'll do more than necessary.” I say through gritted teeth, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Do. It.” Friend demands.

I take a deep breath, restraining myself from doing as Friend instructs and going back to my bedroom.

I lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep as Friend’s laughs echo in my head.

I stare blankly at the ceiling as Friend continues to taunt me, “Please stop.” I whisper, restricting the tears from spilling.

“Awe? Is the big bad stalker going to cry?” I snap.

I huff and get up, returning to the bathroom, I look at the mirror before grabbing the mask.

“Here you go, Friend.”

I pull the mask over my face before I feel as if I'm being pulled back and unable to control any choices that are made but I'm forced to witness everything.

Tags: @nefugus, @just-a-ghost-girl, @novainpolaroids, @icybansheesoul, @platespaghetti, @c0ncrete-jungle, @ami-gami, @mushroommelody1, @theservantbones, @lilith-jae, @anything-morethan-human, @hannahvanvelzor, @ethelsbaby, @babeomens, @sleepycactus-omens, @itsfarbettertolearn, @alwaysfightforwhoyouare, @heavilyfadingpower, @mrslumi, @amelia-acero, @concretejunglefm, @fear-its-beauty, @runningincircl3s, @fadingintothegrey, @badomensspecter, @branika182

[omnz]

[bl00donvelvet]

hi friends!

This is my secondary account, my main account is @r3prise !!

I'll do follow backs from this account and such, I'm trying to organize my shit :3

[hannahvanvelzor]

[noahseby]

please

[velidewrites]

How are we doing today ladies. Are we still losing it. Are we going completely insane

[morticiaadm]

[dyfl-ikid]

Ya better tell ‘em whatcha saw here, betch. 💅🏻

[jakegyllenhaalsteeth]

hi mutual who’s cooler than me hi hi please don’t shoot me with a gun

[chokeonyoursorrow]

it’s actually embarrassing how much kissing turns me on, the needy grabbing, soft moans in each others mouths, when you just can’t get enough of each other😩😩

[hannahvanvelzor]

I sometimes will read smut purely for the intense make-out sessions and then get pissed when they're about to fuck, LIKE BRUH, THE SEXUAL TENSION AND BUILD-UP IS A MILLION TIMES HOTTER THAN THE ACTUAL SEX AND I WILL DIE ON THAT FKN HILL 😫🫪

[hannahvanvelzor]

Okay, so, my mom came home from work earlier today (technically yesterday atp) and was telling me about how my uncle asked her to call him on her way to work. He told her that there's some volunteering position open where he lives and that if I was interested, he could get me in to volunteer. Now, I don't know many of the details yet or even what the volunteering is or for what, just that if I say yes then I'd probably end up spending a couple days with my uncle (he lives 3-4 hours out from where I live so I'd have to stay the night) whenever I'd go volunteer. I agreed that after I get my medication up'ed at my next psychiatrist appointment next week (on the same day as the new TPR album, RAHHHHHHH SO EXCITED), that I'll say yes and hopefully start doing this as soon as possible. Which, to me, sounds literally ideal. 3 days out of a week (every week? Every other week? More on that to learn later), spending nights in a city I've literally only ever been to a handful of times in my life solely just for visiting my uncle, 3 whole days away from my mom (which I know sounds bad, but when ya mother drives you up a fucking wall day in and day out, this is paradise and a blessing in disguise). I'm finna be living the life first chance I get, man.

Now, tell me why, when my mom told me about this, my mind went to @runningincircl3s's Hedonist fic? Because think about it, Y/N accepts a job working for her uncle for a summer that ends up becoming a full time job, Y/N meets Mechanic Noah, the rest is history. Y'all, am I going to have a Y/N moment? COULD I HAVE A Y/N MOMENT!? COULD I MEET MY MECHANIC NOAH THROUGH THIS SOMEHOW!?!? All I keep thinking about right now is that 1) Hedonist fic IRL, and 2) there have been some concerts that I've been wanting to go to in that city that obviously I can't drive out to see and then drive back home like I can the other shows I've been at. So if I'm already down there in the future, literally imagine the world of possibilities that opens up for me with shows.

Okay, random rant over. I just had to get that out because the moment my mom said my uncle had a volunteer position, my mind went straight to Hedonist and it has not left since (the way that I literally fkn love Hedonist and want to manifest my own Y/N moment from that fic, I literally forget that it's a fic sometimes 😂😭) (Ms. Ashleigh, I think that's a sign you gotta turn yourself into a published author sooner or later, hmm? 👀)

Okie I stayed up later than I shoulda, have a goodnight y'all 😴