#nightquill

[thenightquill]

Mixed signals, my ass

A/n: yeahhh...just a little poem which maybe got a bit into m personal life..but who's poems are not a bit personal?! Right??

~~~

First you talk about her,

all sweet and grateful,

like she’s the sun keeping you alive.

Then in the next breath,

you’re telling me how my eyes glow,

how you can’t look away.

Sometimes I sneak a glance,

but you’re already staring—

like you’ve got the most unholy fucking thoughts

running laps in your head.

Make up your damn mind,

’cause this push-and-pull

is driving me straight to hell

[pinkiexneomorph277]

Luna x Stigian)

MLP child:: NightQuill

NightQuill is a philosopher of night beauty and night life .

Selling for 6.00 paypal. ))

DM me if interested.

[jesternovas]

This is shitty phone quality and highly subject to change somewhat but I finally finished a concept of Nightquills design

[thenightquill]

Venom for Venom

“Did you really just do that?!” his voice cracked like thunder, rage clawing its way out of him.

“Yupp,” I sang back, too bright, too sharp, the kind of cheer that cuts its own tongue.

“What a great daughter I have,” he spat, each word dipped in venom, dripping down between us.

I tilted my head, razor calm. “I am not your daughter anymore,” my voice soft but jagged, mocking, dangerous— “you disowned me. remember?”

For a breath, just long enough to taste, shock lit his face— like he hadn’t thought I’d wield his own words as a blade.

Then came the storm, his throat breaking on fury, telling me how ungrateful I was, how he raised me better, how I had ruined everything.

And me— I just smiled, not gently, not kindly, but with the brittle delight of someone too tired to care and too reckless not to enjoy the way the knife finally drew blood.

[thenightquill]

and if there had been a choice, I would have chosen the blank page— no ink, no name, no story to tell; because nothing here has ever felt like enough to stay for, no hand worth holding, no small flame worth guarding; better the void than this constant ache of being unwanted in my own skin.

-night script no. 2

[jesternovas]

Did my best with admin comands to try to replicate Nightwires look but coding just doesn’t wanna work w/ me sometimes (her dress trim should be gold and her tiara’s gem is supposed to be more pink/purple but i’m tired of messing with hex codes)

[thenightquill]

my problem is i never healed— never gave myself the time to, just falling apart, watching the pieces scatter, convinced i could keep on going. but under what weight? and where did it lead me?

—night script no. 7

[thenightquill]

right now, my body fights to survive while my mind drifts toward the edge— but my heart wants both: freedom, change, a new start, however it can get there fastest, torn between fight and surrender, a stubborn beat against the quiet goodbyes.

—night script no. 5