downwards into insanity

White.

Everywhere I look, there is only white.

I hate it. HATE It!

Pain.

Hatred.

Anger.

They’re all I know.

You were creating a monster, you know?

You thought you were creating a weapon.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

It isn’t funny.

For you at least.

I’m free now.

Free from that room.

I’m coming for you now.

Better run.

Or not.

That would give you a false sense of hope.

I just killed your secret girlfriend.

It was beautiful.

Blood-red thorny vines shot out of her back only to dive back in between her ribcage or wind their way down her to the ground, they lifted her off the floor, the brambles continued their vile work as others looked on in horror, her blood provided them with the nourishment they needed until she stopped struggling and went still, turned into just another body in my way.

I heard your footsteps.

I heard your breathing.

You suck at hide and seek.

Found you.

Oh, your pathetic screams of how she was pregnant don’t mean a thing to me.

I killed my mother.

What makes you think I care about her death if I can so callously talk about killing my own flesh and blood?

Ah, there it is.

That realization that you are going to die.

That I don’t care.

That her screams were music to my ears.

Oh, you’re going to try and fight me, are you?

Foolish.

Worthless.

You’re holding your throat now.

It’s bleeding.

I think I severed your vocal cords.

You released the mad ones, didn’t you?

The ones that are far too lost in their pain and suffering to have coherent thought.

They won’t save you.

The first one I encountered, I snapped his neck.

The second one, I smashed against the wall until her skull caved in.

Beautiful.

I just smashed the power generator.

I plunged this place into darkness.

I just killed another one.

A child this time.

I cut out his heart.

His tears were delicious.

Isn’t it ironic?

You laughed as you inflicted pain on me.

WHOSE LAUGHING NOW?!

Now I laugh as I kill you.

One by one.

No ones alive now.

Except for me.

There is no more white.

Now, there is blood and guts and brain matter everywhere.

Red.

Black.

Everything is red and black.

I love it. LOVE IT!

@writersloth @strawberryspaceship @rosella1356 @rmorada @editedandwrittenbyhannah

Fox Skin

It began, as fairy tales often do, with a princess. Perhaps she was pretty, perhaps she was ugly, that is not the point.

The point is that this isn’t a fairy tale.

The princess was a spoiled individual, given anything she wanted by her father no matter the price.

One day, she decided that she wanted a fox’s pelt. In her time, foxes were almost extinct, but that didn’t matter to her or her father.

So off the king went and he found a fox. 

The thing about foxes is that they have developed a way to hide. By shedding their pelt and becoming human. 

Anyway, the king killed the fox disguised as a human and took her pelt.

But he wasn’t to know that she had a daughter.

A daughter who wanted revenge.

Some OC Physical Descriptions

@millie-likes-art bribed me to write this with a picture of a cat…I have absolutely no shame…

Nenet has cobalt blue hair and is cut to the base of her neck at the back and her chin in the front with a centre parting and her eyes clearly on display. She has upturned almond shaped emerald green eyes. Her skin tone is a darkly tanned colour and she is very clearly muscled. She is about 6’4". She has a faint scar running across the side of her neck and several more crossing over her arms. Nenet also has a scar running from just under her belly button to the top of her thigh, another running diagonally across her back to her hip and the last one running down the side of her right calf.

Iro has pale blond hair cut in an asymmetrical bob and tipped with all the colours in the rainbow, lightly tanned skin, pupilless light brown almond shaped eyes, a pixie like build. She stands at 4’4". Her facial features are sharp, and she has a button nose, usually covered in a dash of paint. Something that’s odd about her is that her ears are pointed. Iro has a few tattoos. Going down her hip, she has a purple carnation, in-between her shoulder blades are seven rainbow water colour trees and on her rib cage, she has a black silhouette of a fairy crouched down, wings unfurled.

Meet The Writer Tag

I was tagged by @writersloth in this post! Thank you! 💜

1- Tell us a little bit about your WIP/WIP’s? 

Wellll, I have a WIP page that you could check out! But the ones I’m thinking of focusing on the most are To Walk With Legends and A Girl and Her Ghosts.

To Walk With Legends focuses on Nenet and her journey to stop a conspiracy. There’s pirates, magic and mythical creatures!

A Girl and Her Ghosts is about Anshee and her life with ghosts! Featuring an odd family-like dynamic, possible romance and queerplatonic relationships.

2- Favorite character to write?

The sarcastic ones. Also ones that kill people and like doing so I’m okay I promise

3- Least favorite character to write?

Any character that requires me to write someone who a hell of a lot more intelligent than me. Also having to write a character whose interests differ hugely to mine.

4- What was the last thing that made you laugh?

My dad being a grumpy old man.

5- Favorite songs?

Uhh…One For the Money by Escape the Fate, Long Live Rock & Roll by Daughtry, I’m Not Alright by Shinedown… 

Basically anything with a catchy enough beat

6- Do you have any couples in your stories? If so, do you have a favorite couple?

Well, there’s Nenet and Morgan, they’re pretty cool. There’s also Amadeo and Fuoco, they are cute. I dont really have a favourite.

7- What’s the first thing you start with when you first get the idea for a story? Characters, plot, world building, etc.

Characters. Sometimes I think of the plot first but I never really think of world building until later on.

8- Favorite animal?

Cats. Gimme all the cats, I love them. They’re easily angered and can bite, but they’re cute.

9- Choose one super-power to have! What would you do with it?

Invisibility! That way, I could sleep and no one would be able find me to wake me up.

10- Do you have a favorite movie? What is it?

I wouldn’t consider it my favourite but I did recently watch a horror movie called Tremors! It was from the 80s and I’d honestly consider it more thriller but I liked it!

My Questions!

  1. What is a genre you would like to write?
  2. Which OC do you think would be able to survive on a desert island?
  3. What is a country you would like to visit?
  4. Favourite colour?
  5. What is a crime drama that you like?
  6. Favorite book/book series?
  7. Favorite kind of food?
  8. What is something you struggle to write?
  9. Favorite sweet?
  10. What’s your favourite holiday?

I dont really know 10 people on Tumblr so I’ll tag @rosella1356 @rmorada and @ anyone else that wants do it

Are you feeling kind of down right now? It’s not your fault that you forgot what baby cheetahs look like. Really. One time I did too.

pisces-fish:

rionsanura:

coneycat:

comeon-letsgoandplay:

But now you recall!

Look! Look!

They loves to play!

Rawr!

Their head is just one giant ball of floof!

I can’t even

How do they live? Being so cuTE??

Ugh!!

This has been a PSA. Baby cheetahs are everything good and pure in this world. Please imagine petting the floof head. Please feel better.

For anyone who needs this.

Also, when they are a little older, they have full-body mohawks!

I honestly needed this.

Gun smoke and cigars and perhaps a hint of whiskey, that was Adone to her. A man in a sharp suit with a shirt stained in blood.

The sharp tap of shoes on the ground, a dry, husky voice followed by a gunshot and then silence.

Giggles and sunshine and just a little hint of madness, that was Florence to her. A little girl in a nightgown with fingernails that bled.

Playful humming, mocking smiles, blood splattered dresses, switchblades and the deep voice of a stuffed rabbit.

An eternally smirking face, empty eye sockets and old, ratty clothes. That was Bram to her. A ghost stuck between being a child and an adult.

A cackling laugh that will not stop, blood running like tears, blackberries stolen without a care, mimed actions of affection.

Oh, what strange things her ghosts were.

@writersloth @strawberryspaceship @rosella1356 @rmorada @editedandwrittenbyhannah