𝖗𝖔𝖙 & 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊.

HELL IS EMPTY ... & ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE.

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#THROATSPLIT. 🔪🩸 AN INDEPENDENT HORROR MULTI-MUSE BY MAE, SHE/HER, TWENTY9. MINORS DNI / 21+ ONLY. DEAD DOVE, MATURE & TRIGGERING CONTENT PRESENT. TW FOR BLOOD, GORE, RAW MEAT IMAGERY. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

(s)low activity, low effort. just writing & good vibes. dash + discord. mutuals only, friends prioritized, meaningful dynamics preferred.

carrd — please read before interacting. ♡ primary characters are here. contains trigger & content warnings. read them & curate your space.

secondary characters: louis degarmo. micah sawyer. richard price. *please feel free to send memes for and/or interact with these characters. they're listed as secondary simply because their info is on gdocs instead of carrd.

tertiary characters — by request only. please don't send memes for these characters unless we've plotted or have an existing dynamic going.

navigation: memes. wishlist. open starters. writing limits. psa tag. pinterest. aes sideblog (usfw). about the fletchers: tag.

i don't write explicit smut at the moment, but i don't mind erotic horror and desire. there's a full disclaimer about it in my guidelines page on the carrd.

i don't really give a shit about formatting in general, but if possible, please don't double/triple space words when writing with me. it's hard for me to read and keep focus. it's not a deal-breaker if it causes you issues, though; i can always copy/paste and read it off dash.

when sending in memes, please include the emoji/number as well as the prompt. i hoard them, and sometimes they're so old i can't find them.

lights of my life: @cemeterysgirl, @flappervcmp, @doevcted, @ohstorm, @malumxsubest, @unapxlogeticme, @h0lyfilth,

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trying out some new meds for ADHD and i’m very very hopeful that it’ll bring me back to writing. i miss y’all and our babies and our stories so very much. 🥺 i’ve been dipping my toes back into personal writing and while it’s lowkey garbage, starting it doesn’t make me wanna peel my skin off anymore. here’s to small miracles 🥂

[iniziare-resources]

Download: Adobe Photoshop 2026 (v27.2) / Windows

Released on January 27th of 2026, presenting the latest update of Adobe Photoshop. As per usual, I aim to make this as quick, and painless as possible to everyone (including those who aren't tech-savvy in any way), and this should only take a minute or two of your time once the download has finished. The DL itself also includes the same installation instructions as noted below.

Head over to the DL on my OneDrive, and download it.

Go into the 'Setup' folder, and click the 'autoplay' file (it is not in a sub/secondary folder.)

Hit 'Install' on the new window. Photoshop’s usual installation window will pop up after that. Install it as per your preferences (if you aren’t too tech-savvy, don’t worry, you can leave the default installation options as they are and all will be fine).

Hit 'Launch’, and enjoy your copy of Photoshop!

If in the unlikely event that you do run into any sort of issue of any kind, my DMs and askbox are always here for you, so don’t be shy, I promise I’ll welcome you with chocolate and fruit.

While I don’t request for anything in return outside of a like if this helped you (or ideally, a reblog so that others can find this), I was asked in the past whether I had a Ko-fi, so I set one up back in the day. It’s not required at all, but it’s always appreciated. 🤍

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i haven’t been on maxence’s socials for a bit and… hold on a fucking second, i was not prepared for this 🫣

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i think the sideblog is very yummy n you should check it out.

[eladead]

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・OPEN STARTER・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

★・・・・・・・・・・・・covered in the evening dew of sticky glitter and fruit of concert labor, Lestat drags his knuckles across his mouth, smudging blood and lipstick across the lower half of his cheek. His gaze, stained in a backdrop of runny obsidian mascara, cants up to capture a sudden guest reflected in his backlit vanity. Glaring, the rockstar speaks:

"I don't look the part right now, I recommend following directions on your VIP ticket."

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Micah leans against the doorframe with his arms loosely crossed, gaze fixed on the rockstar’s disheveled, glittering form in the reflection of the mirror. He would appear entirely uninterested if not for the slight rounding of his red-rimmed eyes and the sparkle in the green of them, like he’s ever so slightly awed by the way the mascara mirrors tears and the red painting Lestat’s lips looks far too enticing to be lipstick.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he’s listened to Lestat’s music some nights, alone in his condo, drowning in the songs instead of silence. Sometimes, he’d find himself envious of The Vampire Lestat, the daring nature of it, because he’s always hidden behind masks and anonymity and still can’t imagine anything different. He always wondered if, one day, he’d get the chance to ask where the courage came from.

Lestat’s voice seems to be coming from some faraway place for a moment. Micah blinks to clear whatever fog had settled over him and realizes he’s a bit annoyed by the interruption—he could have spent at least another hour or so just staring at the real thing, off in his thoughts, being a total creep in a space he’s very casually broken into. Hypocritical? Yes. Does he give a fuck? No.

"Didn't buy a VIP ticket," he breathes out on a quiet laugh, mouth curving into a crooked smile. It’s meant to look embarrassed, maybe, or sheepish, but Micah’s too amped up for it to land right. Dilated eyes track the way the glitter shimmers in the light as he pushes off the door, stepping closer, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket like that’ll keep him from wanting to touch what isn’t his. Dagger glares have never bothered him. “Kinda funny, y’know,” Micah murmurs softly, almost like he’s talking to himself. The corner of his mouth twitches. “Usually I’m the one wearin' the mask and playin' the part. Feels weird bein' on the other side of it like some fuckin’ fanboy.” His nose wrinkles as he openly cringes, like hearing himself say it feels wrong. "Gross. That's not what this is."

Micah’s eyes finally snap up to meet Lestat's. Reality dawns on him for a second—that a stranger’s presence might not be wanted here, that if their situations were reversed, he might just be calling security and claiming ‘crazed fan’ or taking it as an invitation to beat someone to a pulp—but like always, his curiosity tends to call the shots. He’s never been normal around vampires and he's never met one who's been in the spotlight before.

He just continues to smile. "That your way of tellin' me to fuck off? 'Cause I can’t say I give a shit if you look the part. Didn't really come to see the performance."

[micahsawyer-archive]

micah sawyer + visuals. mutuals may interact.

[vulpesse]

i have no idea of where the discourse was born, but if you truly believe that original characters aren't the most beautiful fruit of a writer's love and passion for this creative craft, then i really need you to get out of my blog immediately. every day, i open this ugly site and i'm in awe of literally everything that my mutuals have created ... to me, there is literally nothing as inspiring as seeing someone's passion be given form and shape and color, to see what was initially nothing but a little idea growing so much to the point that a whole new world is now being painted all around it. there is so much beauty in nurturing your own little creations, those little dreams that you will always carry inside of your heart even after many years.

the truth is that if you hate original characters, then you're just bitter and jealous of all these writers' talent because you know very well that your ugly heart could never create something this beautiful. i can't even recommend to touch grass because nature deserves better, so i can only hope that some much needed self - reflection will be finally done in the rpc as a whole. rather than spreading pointless hate and negativity, it is probably time to focus on nurturing your own garden 🌱

[hemoth]

there's a 𝙝𝙪𝙢 that follows you home

HEMOTH , independent / selective / private / slow reply. this is an original character blog lovingly haunted by elliott. established may 2025, revamped april 2026.

… and it never really fades, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 ?

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sometimes i flirt with the idea of coming back… sometimes.

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surgery went really well and they let me keep the hardware they took out of my ankle 🥹🥹 how cool!!

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happy halloween 🎃👻

[eladead]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOU ARE GOING TO LOVE MY SHOW

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBELOATHED BY FAUST! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCARRD || RULES || VERSES

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[ohdeathz]

haley leans her head against their shoulder. she isn't using to this — feeling safe with someone. it's nice, makes her understand why people fall in love. "i wish we could stay here forever.." she tilts her head up slightly and looks up at them. "do you want to spend the night here tonight?"

@throatsplit liked for a starter from haley

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Jeremiah's arm tightens around her waist without even realizing, absently tugging her closer, and he huffs out a quiet sound—something between a scott and a laugh, covered in gravel. "Forever's a long time, darlin'. Ya'd get tired'a me 'fore then," he jokes, voice low, lazy in that way he's got when he feels at peace for a moment too long and starts to let himself want it. It's rare for him to be like this—something gentler. His head tilts down, the blue of his eyes cutting to her, and there's the faintest hint of something soft in an otherwise hard man. His mouth curves into a crooked half-smirk, "But yeah, I'll stay. S'pose I can take the night off. The meat'll be waitin' just as bloody tomorrow."

[seolinah]

Her blood freezes as Toby pulls out the knife. He's promised she has nothing to worry about when it comes to him, but she doesn't understand how he can look at this all and not think she wouldn't feel it. But Jonah tries, really tries, not to let too much fear creep into her expression. It seems like the difference between life and death for her.

She keeps her gaze focused on him, desperately looking for the guy she thinks she know. Knew. His comment should provoke a laugh, a smile, something, and maybe it would have before, but it's difficult to do much of anything when she's trying so hard not to cry. "Okay. That's, um, good." Even if they weren't in this situation, she's not sure how she'd have reacted hearing him say that to her. But it isn't as if he knows about all the demons in her closet yet.

But as controlled as she's trying to keep her expression, Jonah can't do much about her pulse racing. His movements are deliberate as he removes the tie around her wrists. There's a snap as the knife breaks away the tie, but blood pools back into her hands. Her gaze flicks away from his momentarily to glance at her freed hands. Rubs a hand over her wrist and feels the indentation of the zip ties in her skin. "Thank you, Toby..." she murmurs quietly.

When she glances back up, her attention falls towards the water in his hands for an added second. Her heart squeezes at his words, conflicted despite a part of her thinking those exact sentiments. Jonah reaches out for the water he's offering. Twists the top open and brings it to her lips. He's right, she needed to drink something. She takes another sip, slower this time, savoring it. It's a welcome relief but that feeling's fleeting once she pulls the bottle away from her mouth. "I-I don't want to look at you like that, Toby," Jonah manages to say before needing to clear her throat. "I don't mean to. I'm just... I wasn't expecting this."

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Toby stills for just a second when she says it, like her honesty hits him somewhere he isn't braced for. Still, his jaw ticks like it's difficult for him to keep up the smile when he wants to react and he knows he can't. Not if he doesn't want to scare her or scar her—or both. His fingers flex on his knee once, and he finally nods, exhaling through his nose on a quiet sigh like he's trying to dial himself down for her.

"Sorry," he says, the word softly grumbled, like it's costing him to get the word out. There's a beat, and then he sighs again, reaching to rub at the back of his neck with a scarred, calloused hand. "Reckon I'd be a lil spooked, too, if I were you." His gaze skims over her before settling on the ground between them, like he's suddenly realized why she's scared. It still doesn't sit right with him—not that she feels it, not that he's the one who put that look in her eye. There's something subtly embarrassed in the rounding of his own when he looks back up at her, and a hint of that boyish charm sneaking in when he talks about his brother.

"Jeremiah says I can be too much sometimes," he says, like it's his own kind of explanation. His mouth quirks like he's trying to make light of it, his shoulders shrugging slightly. "Ain't ever meant to blindside ya, Jonah." He wants to lean in, but he doesn't want to freak her out even more, so he stays where he is. "But I swear I ain't tryin' t'a scare ya, honey. Y'er the last person I'd want lookin' at me like that."

He shifts, leaning back a little just because he needs to move. His own honesty makes him want to retreat. It makes him restless, palms rubbing roughly against the fabric of his jeans with a little too much force. His eyebrows quirk, and he looks at her earnestly, as if he's a little worried. "Y'er gonna be all right, ain't ya? Ya need some more water or— somethin'?"

[rpmemes-galore]

my muse has been injured / fallen ill, but is too stubborn to stay in bed and recover…   send me   ‘ 🤕 ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours forcing mine back into bed to rest, and nursing them back to health against their unruly will 

send   ‘ 🤕 reverse ‘   for our muse’s roles to be reversed!