#eevie writes

[luna3141]

me, constantly: “should I give my character a good name with a strong meaning or should their name be a fucking joke?”

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Last Line Tag

Tagged again by the lovely @quillwritten

I wanted to pet her just as much as she wanted to be pet, but now didn’t quite seem like the time considering we were both being held onto by concerned adults.

You’re supposed to tag as many people as there are words in the sentence, but I don’t want to. I tag @christeeneytiny @chaoticacecryptid @i-left-my-brain-at-home @anoldfashionedlesbianlovestory @lovelornrocketscientist @sachiela

[luna3141]

Day 20 / 100

I often wonder what you’re up to. If you’re doing alright. Back in one piece. Is your beauty intact? Your shadow okay? I find it hard not to remember only the best of the best. Those times when everything was okay. When your genuine interest scared me. What a jumping off point.

Nothing’s happened since. Nothing grand on your scale. But, at the very least, I can revel in the cozy nest I’ve built for myself out of our experience. And I do. I hold onto that comfort for dear life.

I hope you’re well. Let’s not stay in touch.

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Day 12 / 100

What if there is no such thing as good or evil?

Why do you look at me that way when I ask?

Is it truly so painful to look beyond the conventions you were taught?

Do you never wonder what may lie on the other side of that wall built for you?

It is not made of stone as promised,

But sand.

Molded into the shape of something it isn’t.

The only thing holding you back is you.

You do not have to accept the world as what they say it is.

Make it your own.

Make it something beautiful.

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Day 7 / 100

I miss my friends.

They haven’t gone anywhere, but I still miss them.

It can be a little tough when all your relationships are long-distance. But it could have been worse. Could have happened to someone who wasn’t a weirdly young hermit who likes to stay in touch by sending wholesome memes.

As someone whose dream in life was to be left alone, I’ve got it pretty good. So why do I still get so lonely? By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense. But then neither does anything else. It’s nice to pretend otherwise, but ultimately a waste of time.

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                                            POEM COLLAGE

So I decided to do a fun, totally random ass experiment and write down my favorite line from a bunch of original poems, and try to make a poem out of that. This is the result…

Diversity is the seed of life—

Whispering sweet promises of a better day.

Its smile—like sunshine,

Cleansing my soul.

I sing her praises so that she

May know of my gratitude—

Hold me to her heart

And kiss me goodnight.

I will rip my soul from its resting place;

Take it as your own.

Beauty surrounds me—

Its breaks through my skin—

Says, “I am here,

In the space between a breath.

Let me pull the darkness out from inside you

So that magnificent color

May fill your cheeks

And bring you to life.

My word is my truth—

I am nothing—

Yet still,

I am Me.”

[luna3141]

Chapter 1

Title: Runaway

Rating: T

General summary: When asked later in life, Stiles would admit that he didn’t really know when it began. It could have been when they met. Or the first time he almost died. Or that one day in particular when everything changed. Maybe it should have been obvious to him. But nothing about it was terribly clear. Nothing (TL;DR: Stiles is kidnapped and no one is looking for him)

Warnings: kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, suicidal thoughts, OCD, vomiting, Stockholm Syndrome arguably, hypothermia, torture, mega angst

Comments are always welcome! A big thank you to everyone who’s already commented/liked/read it. (P.S. sequel on the way)

Read here on AO3

[luna3141]

I don’t know if anyone on here read my Teen Wolf fanfic “Runaway”, seems unlikely but just in case, you should know that there’s a sequel in the works!