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hey guys it's versace!!

i'm currently in the process of moving everything over from thanks-its-versace to here bc i originally made that as a side blog, not expecting to actually use it to the extent that i am now.

im thinking of keeping thanks-its-versace as my fic archive blog and just using this for interactions since that's..... way less work.. so feel free to follow me here and you can remain following that one if you want to see my fic updates! it could be a nice way to keep fic stuff separate from my main later on

xo v

versace gone from twt? :O no pressure to answer this i just noticed ur acc went quiet i hope all is ok!

hello !! ahh thank u everything is fine i just was spending too much time on the internet and it was rly beginning to impact how i felt offline adjhjk it's helped a lot tho, hopefully i can be back soon !

foxeia

Matilda Djerf

loubis-and-champagne

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leatherbookmark

230708 @ HT_0615

veliseraptor

that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

kitten-kin

leahazel

F5 F5 F5

kitten-kin

… F5 F5 F5 F5F5F5F5F5

dandeliondelivery

First base is violence second base is convoluted codependence third base is applying pressure to the vulnerable parts of their body to keep their entrails from spilling out

thanks-its-versace

Idol 💎 Fandom: Ateez 💎 Pairing(s): Woosan (Wooyoung/San). 💎 Genre: Angst/ Stockholm Syndrome 💎 Status: Ongoing [12/16] Jung Wooyoung has it all: talent, looks, money, fame, and a fanbase of thousands of loyal followers. But every night he comes home to the same penthouse suite that’s far too big for one, shoves the deep-rooted feelings of failure to the depths of his subconscious, and drinks until he passes out into a fitful sleep. One morning, after a night out that he can’t remember, he wakes up locked in the bedroom of an unfamiliar house with a stranger that seems to know far more about Wooyoung than anyone should. All he’d ever wanted was an out from the life he was trapped in; could an abduction be the escape he was looking for? . Read Here .

werewolf-transgenderism

hey don't cry. 7,401 species of frog in the world, ok?

werewolf-transgenderism

IMPORTANT UPDATE: 7,532 species of frog in the world, ok?!

werewolf-transgenderism

great news! 7,556 species of frog in the world, ok?!

#i read this growing increasingly more and more concerned #bc i was like #where.. where are the new species coming from... (worried)#like is the earth just spontaneously producing new species of frogs #and then i realized #im just a dumbass

adampvrrish

literally everything always feels like a performance to me. i’ll be uncontrollably sobbing and will suddenly be like wow i would’ve won an oscar for this

dressed-in-rain

I was in a beginner’s fiction writing class once and we read a Borges piece to interpret and discuss and my interpretation was that he was describing the kind of weird mental state writers can wind up in where we mine everything –everything– for material. So, I’ll be filled with immense grief or joy or fear or what have you, and at the same time there’s this little disassociated piece of myself going “oh, so this is what x feels like, ok. What’re the physical sensations? What are the thoughts like? etc. etc” and analysing my experiences as they happen and figuring out how I’d put them into a narrative. I described it as having this omnipresent voyeur inside of one’s experience. And, other than our professor, no-one else at all got or could relate to what I was saying, except for a classmate who was an actor, who felt himself doing the exact same thing.