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“He was on fire with his need for her and her alone, but she was closed off, cruel and condemning in her accuracy. She had always been kind, open, and willing to help him, but that version of her was gone, buried beneath the scars he layered on her skin with his selfish mistakes and long-buried lies. He loved her. He longed for her. But the harder he tried to keep her, the easier she slipped away.”
— Patrick Raleigh, M O N S T E R (mvt)
Ana de Armas by Thomas Whiteside for Vogue Spain (2020)
Turn on the sound and watch this raven mimic a human voice. This is Mischief the white-necked raven. These ravens are found throughout eastern and southern Africa, and are common near human habitation. Like all members of the Corvidae family, ravens are extremely intelligent. They use tools to get food if necessary, and can even mimic human speech! (Source)
Okay but that’s not some Gilbert Gottfried ‘RAAAK POLLY WANNA CRACKER’ this raven actually sounds like a person what the fuck
Imagine walking into a forest with a bunch of ravens and they start saying some scary messed up stuff “you’re gonna die” and “no one can hear you”. Then it turns out there was a gruesome murder and the Ravens heard it all.
[/throws confetti]
As of Saturday, October 28th, 2017, the story of MONSTER is finished! (That’s not it’s ending title, by the way. ;p Too many books already have that title, so I revamped it a bit to my liking.)
Seven (almost eight) years in the making, 171,217 words, 19 chapters, 268 pages in Word, and 4 main characters who will always linger in my mind, MONSTER is DONE! After such a rough start, too many story changes to keep track of, two editing drafts, four full drafts total, so many eliminated scenes, and an obscene amount of foreshadowing carefully threaded through each chapter (whew!), MONSTER is DONE.
I don’t feel happy or relieved or really different at all knowing this seven/eight year journey is over. But I do feel complete knowing one story has come to its natural end, and I’m already 20+ pages into the next one. ^^
Next up: get it published either on my own or with the aid of a publishing house, and I’m that much closer to the goal I promised myself I’d achieve before I turned thirty.
UPDATE, aka: reasons why this blog never updates. :D
Also, thanks to every single one of you beauties that followed or still follows. My heart swelled each time I saw a new victim, uh, I mean follower join the ranks. If you enjoyed my writing, consider checking out my main account. I post original stuff there way more often.
When I fell into the river, I was stained by his darkness, and when I rose from its waves, I realized the darkness was my own.
Arianet, Monster
Boyce Avenue | Heathens (Twenty One Pilots cover)
All my friends are heathens. Take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed (It's blasphemy) I tried to warn you just to stay away And now they're outside ready to bust It looks like you might be one of us
Arianet Indra | Original Character Aesthetics
“Where are you, Lonan? I need your help.”
She opened her hand and let the feathers drift down onto the ground below, hoping they could still hold some essence of Lonan within their plumage.
“I sent you away, and I was wrong. I’m—” she sniffed and opened her eyes, watching with crushing sadness as the feathers hit the snow, as lifeless as ever. “I’m so sorry.”
At fourteen, she ran away from home and straight into the arms of five teenage boys who seized the opportunity to abuse a girl trying to disappear. After a brutal rape and drowning, she didn’t die. She met a strange man in that bottomless river, and he promised her a second chance. He promised her revenge, and she accepted.
Now, secluded in a tower in the heart of a German forest in the late 1950′s, Arianet bears the horns of a demon, a permanent reminder of the deal she made ten years before. Hiding herself away with only a raven to keep her company (another gift from the man in the river), she lives in silence–until the day Patrick and Adelaide storm into her home, a seemingly innocent duo running from the Hunters, a group of elite ex-SS guards.
Helping the pair of strangers forces Arianet back into reality, a place she was happy to avoid. But with their intrusion, they bring some painful revelations that will set Arianet on the path she’s ignored for a decade.
{ Arianet is the main character of my story, MONSTER.}
She’ll rise like ash settled on the wind with the smile of an angel on her lips. And she’ll alter the images in your mind to mute you like the sun in an eclipse.
This isn’t her beginning; it’s her rebirth.
“And what about you, Patrick? What’re you going to do with your new life?”
Hans & Arianet | bios + darkest moments (her death, him burying his hero)
“We were both kids once, Arianet. You and me--we’re the same. We’re victims, prisoners trying to find our purpose, and through that, our freedom. You can run in circles around me, but we’ll always end up like this, standing face-to-face and waiting to see who makes the first move.”
“So you do have horns?” Hans’ lips spread into a satisfied grin. “They suit you.” He began to pace the floor before her, never looking her in the eye as he spoke. “When Werner showed up on my doorstep with a broken wrist, he started spouting off stories about this monster who killed his brother. I tried to tell him it was just a man who got the better of him. But then he mentioned the horns, the black hair, the amber eyes—” he turned on her and stared directly into her eyes. He held her gaze, and she didn’t dare turn from him. “And I knew. I knew it was you.”
Hans finding out who Arianet really is, Monster
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Arnaud Ele Nadia Tarra
