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Your voice is sweeter than milk and honey~
And yet nothing but rancid poison drips from your lips.
Daughter Of The Moons - WIP
“Survive.” Beat.
“Survive.” Beat.
“Survive.” Beat.
“You must survive.”
And then what?
“You must survive.”
My WIP in 9 emojis: 🩸🌕💎🐲⚔️🫥🥀🗡️😱
Daughter of the Moons - WIP
I was always afraid of the dark. Terrified.. terrorized by it. I had always been afraid of passing out completely because that meant I was vulnerable to the world around me. More so than I was conscious. It also meant that I would have to endure seeing death once more. My world turned to static, there was no light, no memories of life flashing before my eyes. Just static and the fear of dying.
I think writers need to know that there is no format for success. If a story is good let it be good. Throw that betrayal in there, have three climaxes, do that cliffhanger, kill off your most important character, make the main character's life a lie, and leave them grasping at straws for the truth.
Stop overthinking in trying to please others and yourself. There's an incredibly thrilling freedom when you don't worry about over-saturating a story. Make. It. Yours.
The most influential writers in fantasy, adventure, etc. never bowed to the wishes of those who they thought they should please. They wrote what they wanted and came up with incredible stories to share with the world. Not because they craved approval but because they genuinely were proud of that work and wanted others to experience the same emotions and thrill of reading they had while writing.
If you have writer's block, it is my firm belief that you are thinking too much. You have the layout, you have the ideas. Stop. Second-guessing. Yourself. You've got more to offer than you know. Let yourself thrive and live, not just survive in the writing world. Write any and every idea and build off of them to create a story no one has heard before. Create something you've only seen in your dreams.
Yes, you can take inspiration from every story you've heard, read, or seen before, yes, you can use AI to research topics you have no idea about to make your story even better. But no, you cannot quit.
You are on the very cusp of it, can't you feel it? You've got it, believe it, *feel* it. Only you can do this, only you can truly finish this in the way that you want and dream of. Do it. Complete it. Without any regard for what might be right or wrong.
"Like a moth to flame you burn me with your light. Like a bat to the moth you swallow me whole with your complexity. And like disease to that bat I die, swallowed and burned by you." From Letters to Lilo(published on Wattpad)
Daughter of the Moons- Hook
I am just afraid.
It’s the only truth I’ll allow myself to tell. I. Am just. Afraid. I’m afraid for my life, afraid for his, afraid for every innocent’s. The one creature I’m supposed to definitively slaughter and I can’t. I don’t have it in me to stare into those opal eyes and watch the life drain from them. No matter how he gets the energy he needs to survive.
Yet, with every day I grow closer to this creature, the more conflicted my world becomes. With every hour I sneak off to the forest to learn from this Hollow, comes yet another loss on our side of the war. With every note I take I endanger both our lives and Ambrasia’s. Every sketch, every interaction, every ink mark on this paper is sending me to my damnation. And yet I can’t stop. I know I’m going to uncover these secrets soon. The dragons, the wyverns. the drakes, the endriths... they’re all praying to the gods that I’m the one. But how can I be when I can’t even get a hold of my mind.
I am just afraid.
I am just afraid.
I am just afraid.
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Daughter of the Moons - WIP
"Fucking hell. This is dangerous. This is entirely intoxicating. And he is far from the humble, gentle creature I came to know over the months. Slowly obsessing over him is going to drive me crazy. And being this close to him, good gods I can almost taste him, is going to be the absolute death of me. They way he watches me, the way I can’t control my breath, the condescension in his eyes. In this moment, he knows he’s better than me. And he feeds off of it."
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
I can't wait to share more with you all!
I just started creating my first language for my upcoming series! Welcome to Eldish, the language of the first world. 'Yar frval ef grethii' Meaning 'I write with poetry'
"What am I without you? What am I if not your best friend, if not your twin soul? I’ve wrapped myself so deeply in you that I seem to have lost myself. I seem to have lost meaning without you. How utterly cliche and foul. Losing oneself in someone else seems to be all I’m capable of. " Letters to Lilo, published on Wattpad!
Thank you @constantshitposter and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!
"We were children… and yet I poisoned you. I sucked out the marrow of your bones without realizing what I was doing. Or maybe I did know. And I was too selfish to care." - Letters to Lilo by Nexe Montano published on Wattpad
"What am I without you? What am I if not your best friend, if not your twin soul? I’ve wrapped myself so deeply in you that I seem to have lost myself. I seem to have lost meaning without you. How utterly cliche and foul. Losing oneself in someone else seems to be all I’m capable of. " Letters to Lilo, published on Wattpad!