uyava

a tired writer | present on ao3

[nosywosy]

slumbering in the brook

[soulwriter-sp]

shoutout to AO3 authors who write 100k fics for free while juggling mental illness, academic burnout, 3 jobs, and a deep-rooted need to fix fictional people.

[zegalba]

Drawn by the scent of urine, whites and sulfurs (Pieridae) congregate on the bank of Alas River in Gunung Leuser National Park, Sumatra, Indonesia.

[metamorphesque]

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

from John Keats’s love letter to Fanny Brawne Tristan and Isolt (Death), Rogelio de Egusquiza The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet, Frederick Leighton Death of Francesca de Rimini and Paolo Malatesta, Alexandre Cabanel

[zegalba]

assortment of Romanian Stamps

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1228

"If you truly love me, you wouldn't make me live in a world without you."

[uyavva]

Vlad the second, I’m talking to you babe

[satlun]

I’m still not over the fact that he tries to end his life because he cannot find her—by jumping out of a window but it’s not just any window, it’s the window of his beloved wife’s bedroom. The absolute yearning pathetic man.

[uyavva]

[theautismcorner]

The Caleb Landry Jones brain rot is so bad rn

Him and his characters are all I can think about

Also his music FUCKS. I’ve been listening to his album entitled The Mother Stone over and over for like two days straight

[luna-azzurra]

Prompts for writing eyes like that

⊹ Looking at her felt like standing in a wide, empty field. Nothing to hide behind, nowhere to go, just her gaze, steady and unrelenting, and you, small inside it.

⊹ His eyes carried shadows in them, soft ones, like clouds crossing over grass. You couldn’t tell if the storm was coming or already passed.

⊹ She had the kind of eyes you don’t notice at first, until suddenly you do, and then it’s too late, because now you’re lost in them, searching for landmarks that aren’t there.

⊹ His irises were the color of moss in shadow, the kind that clings to stone and never lets go.

⊹ When he looked at me, it wasn’t with eyes at all. It was with meadows. With skies so wide they swallowed the horizon. With places I hadn’t walked yet but suddenly wanted to.

[chimso-writes]

When you just posted a fic and you check your inbox after two seconds to find nothing:

[uyavva]

me

[uyavva]

Honestly, my favourite look of Dracula is when some years caught up to him, and his hair has whitened.

The scene where he gives up on the direct search of Elisabeta, after Paris, is engraved in my memory. He sits down with such a somber expression, his eyes, AGGHHHHHHH.

Maybe some Good Samaritan has it? 🥺

[satlun]

VLAD II OF WALLACHIA

twin flames |

[uyavva]

husband, husband, husband

I love his scar so much 🥲

[hollowgifs]

CALEB LANDRY JONES & ZOË BLEU as Vlad & Elizabeta .  ➨ DRACULA: A LOVE TALE .

[pardalote]

Arranging some stone and wood this morning.

[homunculus-argument]

Imagine that one day as you're walking on a hot sunny path, your hat jumps off your head and lands into a muddy ditch. And you look at your muddy hat and ask it: "What did you do that for?"

"I don't want to be a burden anymore", your hat answers. "You are always carrying me around, and I can't carry you. That's not fair."

"I don't mind carrying you, little idiot", you tell your hat, "you hardly weight anything at all, and you shelter me from the sun."

"But that's different", your hat protests. "I don't mind the sun scorching on me. That happens anyway. It's literally no trouble for me to shade you too."

"Just the same it's no trouble for me to carry you. But now, because you wanted to stop inconveniencing and bothering me, I am now hatless and you are in the dirt."

[zegalba]

gluggafoss, hvolsvöllur

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Emotional Breakdowns

✧  Crying isn’t pretty. It’s snot, blotchy faces, gasping for air, and red-rimmed eyes. Forget the single tear rolling down like in Hollywood.

✧  Anger often hides hurt. People lash out, slam doors, shout, not always because they’re just mad, but because they’re covering up fear or pain.

✧ Shaking is common. Stress dumps adrenaline into the system. Hands tremble, voices break, knees won’t stay steady.

✧ People go quiet, too. Not all breakdowns are screaming and sobbing. Some are dead silence, staring off, numb responses. Equally devastating.

✧ Exhaustion hits after. The “post-breakdown crash” is real ... headaches, sore eyes, complete emotional hangover. They’ll want to sleep for hours.

✧ Words get messy. Rambling, repeating the same sentence, stuttering, saying things they don’t mean. Emotions trip over themselves on the way out.

✧ Breathing changes. Short, shallow breaths, hiccupping gasps, or holding their breath without realizing. Sometimes it even feels like they’re choking.

✧ Embarrassment creeps in. Once the wave passes, a lot of people feel ashamed, apologizing or avoiding eye contact. Vulnerability often leaves guilt in its wake.

✧ Physical pain shows up. Tight chest, stomach aches, tension headaches. Because emotions don’t just stay in the mind , the body carries them too.