#official introductions

[kaseylynnwriting]

❀𝚆𝙸𝙿 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽❀

A Flower that has Wilted

One Dark Night in the Middle of the Day Three Young Queens got up to Pray

ＧＥＮＲＥ↬ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ|ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ＰＯＶ↬ ғɪʀsᴛ- Dahlia ＳＴＡＴＵＳ↬ 𝟷sᴛ ᴅʀᴀғᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss ＷＯＲＤＣＯＵＮＴ↬ 𝟽𝟾,𝟶𝟶𝟶|𝟷𝟷𝟶,𝟶𝟶𝟶 ＴＨＥＭＥＳ↬ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ|ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ|ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠɪʟ|ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ|ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ sᴏᴜʟs|ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ|ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ|ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ＳＹＮＯＰＳＩＳ↬ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇɴ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ “ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ” ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ sᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅ sᴘɪʀᴀʟ. ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ’s ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ ɪs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅᴀʜʟɪᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ-ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀs ɪғ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴀɴɪᴛʏ ɪs sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ- ᴏʀ ɪғ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. TAG LIST: @dahl-my-life Please comment or PM me if you wanna be added to the list ^.^

[rea-niko]

Official Intro

About Me:

Just an average writer with sometimes too much creativity and very little time. I'm open about my lore and love answering any questions about it.

Call me Rea, please.

About this blog:

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This is a writer's haven for my ideas, whether it's OC's from different universes or ones I've created within my own world.

*Author's Dummy Note: if any ideas inspire you, please credit me and I heavily encourage artists to draw anything as long as there is credit and it's respectful*

My writing:

I focus on fiction, science-fiction and horror. This blog is a pot of ideas, it will definitely vary and be inconsistent. So please expect that from me and don't be too mad.

[odarlingofmine]

“You look familiar, have we met before?” (from vinnysouther)

@vinnysouther

Darling blinked, chewing on her bottom lip as grey eyes moved over his face, trying to place his features. He was right, there was a familiarity there, though she couldn’t place where it was from. That didn’t really seem to matter, though. She still smiled, a single dimple punctuating the warmth.

“I’m not sure, I’ve been runnin’ into a lot of people lately so my memory might be a lil’ fuzzy. But if we haven’t met I’m pretty sure we can fix that.” She held out a hand, small old scars telling of a life of work. “I’m Darling.”