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NAME?: annie
PRONOUNS?: she/her
MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: im too all over the place mentally to have an "active" blog gfhndksla; all of them are kinda equal ???
EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS?: on here since 2012
FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: yes
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: im a RAMBLER. things start short then i just word spill everywhere
PET PEEVES?: putting too much emphasis on shipping / clearly only wanting to ship with me off the bat before any real interaction or ooc interaction takes place.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: out of my 50 thousand muses, there's definitely some aspects that are similar, but there isn't any that i am completely like. just elements here and there - dag's obsession with frankenstein can translate similar to mine with stephen king's writing. chloe bolting every time someone shows her something positive? me. the phantom's dramatic tendencies? ...... maybe that can be me sometimes.
TIME TO WRITE?: i'm lucky that i have a job where i can check in during the day here and there. but there's really no specific time that i write - just whenever my brain works
tagged by: @eatsraw <3 ilu tagging: you. this is me tagging you.
hi! so my main job irl is editing - and after a bit of a hiatus, i am building up my freelance editing business!
what i edit: papers/essays, stories, novels, blog posts, first chapter critiques - whatever it is you need a second pair of eyes for, i got you.
to extend it to the rp community: i am offering carrd/google doc help as well! want to write up bios/headcanons but have some set backs? i love writing out bios, let me help!
hit me up if you're interested or know someone who might be. totally flexible with pricing and turnaround. just shoot me a message on @lovedying and we can work something out :)
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣-𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔
gently places down: wlw shipping call? 👉 👈
“a vampire biting you would hurt, you know” yeah man that’s the point. part of it
starter call - wheel picker if no muse specified. i'll also be prioritizing muses i do not have any interactions with
film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
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it's nights like these she finds the strength. nights when her hope is nearly diminished. nights when the church is the last place she wants to be, but rather the comfort she finds there in benny is something she needs ⸻ whether she wants to admit it or not. he's aware of the things she won't always say aloud, of the doubts & the questions, the desperation for answers where they will not come. when she feels his hand there, her head raises as if to pull her from the reverie of endlessness in her mind: he's pulling her from those depths, as maybe the only person who still exists that might understand. yet again, she finds herself thinking of sal. she wonders if they would have gotten along, despite some rather obvious differences: that sal was a killer, & benny certainly was not.
but benny sees the good, even when sometimes there is none. even when the subject beside him may not be deserving of it. "grief is a funny thing." as if she needed words to fill the quiet between them. neither of them were particularly fond of words, & he certainly wasn't very good at them outside of his preaching, for better lack of a word. no, benny burre was no priest. he was no reverend nor bishop ⸻ but he had ways of moving her soul regardless. thank you, she meant, but the words did not appear.
𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, knew the way grief could hold someone, how it could tighten around the chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to speak. he exhaled slowly, his hand still resting on hers. he didn’t know how to fix grief, nor did he have the answers to the questions that weighed her down. all he had was this — a hand, a touch, a quiet presence, and the hope that, somehow, it might help.
❝ i don’t think it ever goes away. it . . . changes you. but it stays. ❞ he looked at her then, blue eyes meeting her gaze, searching for something, anything, even if he didn't know what he was looking for. ❝ it becomes something you carry with you, and you learn how to live with it, even when it feels too heavy. ❞
he didn’t know how to tell her that he was scared, too. that every day felt like a struggle to keep moving forward, especially when the weight of it all seemed to be pulling him down just as much as it was her. but he wasn’t going to say that. he couldn’t. instead, he simply stayed with her.
█ ▌⋆ ִֶָ ๋ 𓂃 ➤ alone : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. prompt from @malignantdevil : ellie & nolan
PERHAPS HE HAD BEEN TOO BOLD ( ... ) they shared a bottle of wine every now and then , where nolan would happily listen to ellie’s stories . it became a rare occurrence now , with ellie having more responsibilities and him being her driver and nothing more, so when the rare opportunity comes , he does his best to cherish it . nolan hadn’t been watching how much he was drinking that night . he was responsible , sometimes he wouldn’t even drink at all , as he was happy to just … be in her presence . yet with more than enough LIQUID COURAGE , he had leaned in to kiss ellie . SOFT LIPS , just how he’d imagined . but it didn’t last that long for him to savour it . her reaction was , of course , valid . “ el , i’m sorry - “ he knew it was best to just listen to her demand and leave . but the part of him , even if it came across roguish , wanted to know if maybe … maybe he wasn’t alone in this yearning .
𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊’𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 so loud in her chest, it was all she could hear. the night had unraveled into chaos — a blur of alcohol, tension, and the kind of desire that both terrified and thrilled her. she hadn’t meant for it to happen. she hadn’t meant to let herself get carried away, to kiss him back. but nolan — sweet nolan — had caught her off guard. his lips had found hers, warm and gentle, and for a fleeting moment, she had leaned into it, letting the connection flood through her.
but then the reality hit, and the weight of everything she had been running from, the fear that had gnawed at her for years, came crashing down. he’s better off without me. ellie pulled away sharply, her hands trembling as she placed them against his chest. ❝ you need to go, nolan. ❞
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𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉. he wasn’t good with words. never had been. the silences between them had always been comfortable, but now it felt like something was missing, something unsaid. he shifted slightly, his worn-out sneakers scraping against the stone steps of the church as he leaned toward her. he didn’t know how to fix it, didn’t know if he even could. but he had to try.
his hand hovered near hers for a moment before he gently placed it on top, the gesture simple, quiet, but full of meaning. it wasn’t much, but it was something. he just needed her to know that he was here, that he wouldn’t let her face whatever this was alone. it wasn’t much, but it was all he had to offer. he squeezed her hand ever so gently, letting the silence wrap around them once more, comfortable in its own way.
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