#yellow wallpaper

[ichimakesart]

I hate this room

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[melodiden]

[dumpitos]

happy for you.

[sweetbabyhazel]

Hey guys!!! I will be writing a part three to "Cold, Hard, Liquor" soon, because of the amount of support and love i am getting as someone who's been writing fanfic since i was 11. I know this is random but it genuinely means so much to me (even if it isn't a lot) that people are writing and telling others about my fics. It genuinely means so much to me.

On a separate note, i’ve noticed that people have been telling others about my fanfic on tik tok and other platforms such as AO3, you guys have NO idea how much that genuinely makes my heart hurt, I know that maybe my fanfic is small and comparatively to the rest of the internet it’s “not that big of a deal” but as someone who loves writing and hearing people’s opinion on things i absolutely adore how people talk about and consume my fan-fiction through a critical lens and how I perceive the characters and the reader. I love how people analyze and seem to love my fanfic. It genuinely makes me so happy.

(Also i love telling people im the person who wrote the fic their taking about bc it makes me feel SO good to actually talk to people and get their input on the story)

Thank you all sm 💗💗

[pamietniko]

Aiken-Rhett House

Charleston, South Carolina

[fenrichaita]

Mental health professionals will really just Yellow Wallpaper you until you go insane and use the fact that they have isolated you and put you through significant stress and trauma to the point that you have a natural reaction to that as proof that you need to be Yellow Wallpaper'ed indefinitely

[inabisou]

[mystique-m00n]

Imagine Acnologia in the backrooms…

He’s woken up somewhere new…

What the hell is this place? He’s supposed to be dead isn’t he…? This wasn’t where he was last time… A distortion? Was he misremembering..? It was all so eerie…something wasn’t right.

He could hear himself breathing…When’s the last time he felt this uneasy..?

Was this heaven? Hell..? Some kind of purgatory? Yellow wallpaper as far as he can see, not a spec of ethernano left in him. He felt strangely…weak. That feeling of being untouchable was painfully absent right now…It was strange. He wasn’t sure how to describe that absence of something that had always been part of him. But now he’d awoken somewhere new. Where? He wasn’t sure. But he can’t see a way out, the only way might be through these yellow halls…He may as well follow the wall…and avoid the stains that make his stomach churn with uncertainty…