Actually...its Thursday Today

this user has depressive moods related to anxiety

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

This or That, Gothic Edition

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

i’m waiting for the night to end because maybe then, i will end too

1:19 - im tired of this

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.  - Pablo Neruda

Everyone in the tavern was silent. Otis looked up from his hand, the cards carefully and neatly formed into a fan row. He stared at Katharnie who was still moving her cards about, Otis took that as a sign she was nervous. The dealer asked them to present their hands for the final time to reveal who was the winner of a fine Appaloosa mare and 300k Feathers. The people out of the running were angry their money was still in the game to be won, but Feathers didn’t mean much in currency out of town. The punters held their breath as Otis showed his hand, spreading it out on the bar top. “Three Dark Cicadas and a Violet Rooter Fungus,” The dealer announced, some of the punters cheered, it was a good hand, worth seven in total. Otis continued to look at Katharnie who checked her hand once more, observing quietly her points against her opponents. With a flick of her wrist she snapped the cards down onto the wooden top and the dealer moved them into a row so he could see them better, on seeing the cards she had he gave her a small look. “Two Horn Trumpets and two Forest Barberries,” the dealer said, raising his voice so everyone in the tavern could hear. Otis stood up and slammed his hand down, making a few Feather chips jump off the top. His top lip curled up “She cheated, she cheated. I fucking won, do you understand me. How could someone like her get Barberry cards, she slipped them in. No one beats me, you should know that.” Katharnie ignored his anger and bent to pick the coins up, she smiled, and her ears twitched. In her mind she saw Otis as being jealous, she’s a younger generation so she has the new luck. Now she has to take on the task of pursuing The Succubi of The Beast, and its something her father trained her to do. She knew she was up for the job.

characters - slowly updating for prompts/drabbles/oneshot requests

Brandon, hero of a story. English-Taiwanese. Dreamed of being a chef as a kid. He doesn’t know how to be vulnerable apart from when he breaks down. Makes amazing Ramen. Can’t ride bikes. Robert, villain of a story. American. Was always looking after his mother after his dad walked out and his mam died of cancer when he was 15 so he started acting up in school. -- Lina, just a girl in her first year of university. English. Wants to work in the Theatre. Sits alone wherever she goes. Likes writing and music. Wishes she could be happy. John, a boy in his last year of university. English. Doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life. Does a science course and works part time in a pub. Wishes he had someone to be vulnerable around. -- Elle, one of the main three. Oldest of the group. Does ice skating and has a driving license. Is doing her A-levels currently and mainly does sport. Mina, one of the main three. Youngest of the group. Muslim family. She wants to be a criminologist. Going into college to do Sociology. Has a broken leg. Paddy, one of the three. Irish immigrant. Owns a bike and has lots of posters of The Hollywood Vampires on his bedroom wall. Giles, a news presenter who time travelled and then got influenced into being an awful person. Knows a lot of things and works for the bad guys now. -- Otis, a fourty year old man who believes it his destiny to kill the “monster” just outside town, avid gambler, is usually drunk. Katharnie, a twenty year old girl who is considered to be an outsider, she believes in protecting the so called monster. n/a

writing at 2am, listening to claire de lune, wishing my lover had fallen asleep beside me tonight.

choose one and i’ll write it with characters you choose for me!! i’ll post my characters shortly (or if you want me to write something before i tell you my characters just tell me and i’ll choose ones i think would go well!!)

so cute tender hurt comfort is nice and all, but

enemies to lovers hurt comfort.

"i'm fine."

"you are NOT fine."

"you're running a 103 degree fever and you think you're just going to go to work like everything's just peachy? you're absolutely unbelievable."

"you dumbass! you got stabbed and you didn't think to tell me? you got it infected, you worthless piece of shit!"

"if you fucking die, i will kill you."

"you're eating this soup if i have to force it down your throat."

"you probably think i care about you now. well, i don't. i don't give a shit what happens to you, actually." (proceeds to do everything possible to take care of said person they don't care about)

"you are not sleeping on my couch. get on the bed, asshole."

"i'm not your mother. take care of yourself." (they did not, in fact, let the sick person take care of themself)

"have i ever told you that spending five hours in freezing rain without a coat is stupid? no? well, it was fucking stupid, [insert name here]."

"you know, there's this magical thing called common sense. you've probably never heard of it, but normal people have it, and that's why they're careful while handling knives so that they don't drop one on their foot."

"lie down. that's not a request, that's an order."

"you're going to drink this if it's the last thing you do."

"take your own temperature, asshole. no. no, you're doing it wrong. oh my gosh, just let me do it."

"are you feeling alright?" (clears throat) "i mean, uh, you better not be fucking sick, you idiot."

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