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@maragideonkai
"Tell me why, you show up so soon after i think of you. It can't be a coincidence, or is it because i think of you so often? Tell me we are still not bound by this invisible string? Tell me so that i might not wonder and be lost."
the lack of ideas that flow while im in front of a blank document vs 1130 pm when im trying to sleep and writing in my notepad on my phone instead needs to be studied.
Mara is reflecting on her feelings for Kai
Book 3, maybe
As we explored the now abandoned Verdant Veil I went into the dining hall. What was once filled with people now baren. I came across a picture on the ground, untouched by the elements, meant to stand out. I saw him there, front and center, grinning with his band mates. I wanted to crumple up the picture, and cry and scream. He made me so angry. I wanted to love him, and believe him. But he left, and ruined everything. I could hear Gideon shuffling in the room next to me. I wonder if he could sense what i was feeling.
"Take me to, the place where we both fell in love. My minds awake i feel so ..... alive."
Model: lashafox on insta
References for character, Kai
i don’t need discipline. i need a wizard to hit me with a staff and say “finish chapter 12”
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
"100 face claims could never replace the original thought of you."
Ah yes my whole story is made of scenes and no filler
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Long Term Memory," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
As gravity and tension pulled at the air, thickening it between us, I shook my head—trying to clear it. Something felt off.
Then I noticed the room.
It didn’t match the dark, industrial halls I’d just walked down. Not even close. The walls were still the same dull cement, but the rest…
There was a small twin bed in the corner, perfectly made with a rich red duvet and neatly stacked pillows. A ceiling-high bookshelf stood against one wall, stuffed with books that looked stolen from time itself—some with torn pages, others marked with languages I didn’t recognize. There was a dark wooden desk, worn at the edges, and beside it sat a vintage radio and a typewriter, like something out of a noir film.
And then there was him.
Gideon.
He was at the desk, seated like a man with no chains, no rules. Well-dressed, sharp even, in a way that clashed entirely with the surgical cleanliness of the building around us. While the rest of this place screamed control, he looked like he’d carved out a kingdom inside his cell.
—
Immediately, I knew what he was. Vampire.
There was no doubt in my mind. The air alone gave it away—thick, charged, like the room itself had forgotten how to breathe. Vampires were seductive. Dangerous. Corrupt. And yet… they were so good at what they did.
His voice was smooth, velvet-slick and effortless. But when he spoke, my feet locked to the floor like I’d been caught in a spell.
Still, I forced myself to move. I extended a hand toward him—something human. A handshake. Something polite. Normal.
My fingers tingled with nerves. I hoped he couldn’t tell.
The corner of his mouth twitched, something too close to a smirk, and he reached out to take my hand. His skin was cold—so cold it made me flinch.
In that moment, my mind betrayed me. I imagined him pulling me in, holding me against him, teeth grazing skin, breath warm at my throat—
I pulled my hand back like I’d touched fire.
My face flushed instantly.
“What the hell,” I muttered under my breath.
His head tilted, amused. “Is it your first time?” he asked. “Seeing someone like me?”
“Yes,” I said, straighter than I meant to. Then, quickly— “But I’ve read about you. Vampires. I know a lot.” He studied me for a moment, his eyes flicking over my face, lingering just long enough to make my chest tighten. “Do you?” he asked softly. Not mocking, just… something else. I hesitated. “I took a mythology course in college,” I offered, as an explanation, “And I used to read a lot of folklore when I was a kid. Vampires, fae, shapeshifters… stories people used to burn women for telling. “You think you know,” he said finally. His voice was low, smooth — like the rustle of silk dragged across stone. “Most people only know the stories we let survive.” “Maybe. But stories come from somewhere.” “And what did they tell you about me, exactly?” “Enough,” I said, though it came out weaker than I intended. “Enough to know you’re not like the others in this place.” I swallowed hard. “The kind that’s supposed to be extinct.” He laughed — quiet, low. “We’re like weeds. Cut us down, and we grow back stronger.” My gaze dropped to the desk — the old radio humming faintly, the scattered pages, the typewriter. “They gave me your file,” I said. “Not the whole thing. Just enough to know that you’re not like the others.” “No,” he said, leaning back in the chair. “I’m not.” I didn’t answer. “Then you already know I’m dangerous,” he said. The silence pressed in, taut and heavy. I could feel my pulse beating in my fingertips. I was here to observe. Not connect. I cleared my throat and reached into the satchel slung at my hip, fingers brushing the chilled surface of the vials. “I need a sample,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Routine draw. For… monitoring.” He arched his brow. “Monitoring what, exactly?” “Just protocol.” I avoided his eyes. “I’m not in charge of what they want from you.” He didn’t move. For a moment, I thought he might refuse — but then, slowly, he rolled up the sleeve of his dark button-down, exposing the inside of his forearm. Pale, smooth skin over faint veins. It didn’t look like a predator’s limb. It looked… human. I stepped closer, uncapping the needle. “This might sting.” He watched me without blinking. “That’s a first.” I wondered what he meant by that? Were the other staff aggressive towards him? How? Most of the people that have ever told me about vampires described them as, well, not human. I steadied my hand as I slipped the needle in. The vial began to fill — dark red, almost black under the flickering ceiling light. I focused on the motion, the steady draw, but I could feel his gaze on me. “You’re not afraid,” he said quietly. “I didn’t say that.” “But you’re not running.” I met his eyes, just for a second too long. “I’m not here to run,” I said. “Just to understand.”
Whoops
I've had some incredible artists reach out to me interested in doing som4e art for me, i didn't realize how many people would respond!
i also feel foolish for not having any funds set aside for comissions, i didn't realize most people would want payment before starting and i also have no idea what i want.... yet.
I dm'ed the people that i am still interested in working with but also wanted to be transparent as possible. I'm not ignoring anyone, i'm punishing myself for lack of preparation.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)
A commission for @redqueenie82 of her MC, Ominis and Sebastian being spooky and goth🕯 Thank you so much for commissioning me!! It was an incredible pleasure to work with you again!!💚💚
Commission pose idea? For Mara, Gideon and Kai
Tantallon Castle. North Berwick, Scotland
When Mara pictures Gideon away from her in book 2, these are the landscapes i pictured
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice