hey guys im writing a college au for sfawtde/dawtde on ao3 and avery and derek are roommates :33 should i make averys shirt green (his) or red (stolen from derek + oversized)
https://forms.gle/8PpGau4qY7KEdyJ47
(he/him, they/them, it/its, mutt/mutts)
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WARNING: this user is unwell
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ABOUT ME:
call me crow or marsh (or elio) ^^
MINOR
libra
writer
trans masc
boyflux
panromantic/ace
horrorcoric
boyfailure
therian/otherkin (debating)
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DNIUC list:
@☆💙Dallas McClain❤️☆
@˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝕍𝕚 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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WARNING: I very likely have BPD and I bite ppl a lot... also maladaptive daydream and v likely have autism... still waiting to be officially diagnosed bc my parents don't believe in mental illnesses but... y'know... if u need to unfollow/put me on dni for ur mental health please do so
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my spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31n34r3ismyqvoawathgnp75jexe
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colours:
green: I'm ok! interact pls :D
yellow: I'm drawing
red: really depressed, please don't interact :(
orange: doing fine, but low social battery, DNIUC
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likes:
STUDO INVESTIGRAVE RAHHH
yaoi
yuri
cryptids <3333
random supernatural entities
myths and symbolism
history
this one vtuber (LUCKY JENE RAHHH


)
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hyperfixations:
supernatural(the fifteen season long tv show from 2018), hazbin hotel, demon slayer, body horror, eldritch/psychological horror, analog horror and anything gory/silly <333
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recomend me horror/angst shows/fics for above fandoms pls,
i need to fuel the gremlin
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TW: i do draw some gore and body horror sometimes bc i like it (not like that u freaks) but... yk.... ill label them mature ig.... be warned tho sorry not sorry
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currently listening to: The Hand by Annabelle Dinda </3
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dealing with hardships sucks.
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i don't wanna go back home...
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why am I so numb..?
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I feel like it's been an age since I've felt any real emotion...
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What is wrong with me?
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Why do I have to keep lying to myself??
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Why can't I let myself be happy???
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t̲̂̓ͩ̑ r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ L̸̖̽̌͂ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕
o̯̱̊͊͢ r̴̨̦͕̝ ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕ ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍y҉̃̀̋̑w̦̺̐̐͟ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕
r̴̨̦͕̝ ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍, t̲̂̓ͩ̑r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘w̦̺̐̐͟ā̤̓̍͘y҉̃̀̋̑
ḿ̬̏ͤͅ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ư̡͕̭̇ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝ṇ̤͛̒̍ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅ
ẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅc͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕ b̬͖̏́͢ẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͊͢ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅ
ṇ̤͛̒̍ o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘ s̠҉͍͊ͅỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅp̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḳ̯͍̑ͦ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕’s̠҉͍͊ͅ l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕f̵͖̜̉ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑
t̲̂̓ͩ̑ o̯̱̊͊͢o̯̱̊͊͢ l̙͖̑̾ͣā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕. y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇’r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḑ̴̞͛̒.
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A hand, a spike, a physical fight
A flash of light, a curtain
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
A height, a dive, a burden
A girl, a night, a typical type
A siren in the water
A scroll, a nod, a message from God
A son, a Holy Father
The hand, the pen, the writing again
The wind around the willow
The felt, the ice, the passage of time
The melting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
The bottle in the ocean
The strike, the pause
The message from God forbid she shows emotion
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
The wind around the willow
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
The melting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
The siren in the water
A strike, a pause, a message from God
Does that make me His daughter?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
A score under the wire
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
And take me somewhere higher
https://forms.gle/8PpGau4qY7KEdyJ47
(he/him, they/them, it/its, mutt/mutts)
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
WARNING: this user is unwell
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
ABOUT ME:
call me crow or marsh (or elio) ^^
MINOR
libra
writer
trans masc
boyflux
panromantic/ace
horrorcoric
boyfailure
therian/otherkin (debating)
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
DNIUC list:
@☆💙Dallas McClain❤️☆
@˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝕍𝕚 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
WARNING: I very likely have BPD and I bite ppl a lot... also maladaptive daydream and v likely have autism... still waiting to be officially diagnosed bc my parents don't believe in mental illnesses but... y'know... if u need to unfollow/put me on dni for ur mental health please do so
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
my spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/31n34r3ismyqvoawathgnp75jexe
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
colours:
green: I'm ok! interact pls :D
yellow: I'm drawing
red: really depressed, please don't interact :(
orange: doing fine, but low social battery, DNIUC
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
likes:
STUDO INVESTIGRAVE RAHHH
yaoi
yuri
cryptids <3333
random supernatural entities
myths and symbolism
history
this one vtuber (LUCKY JENE RAHHH


)
ִ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
hyperfixations:
supernatural(the fifteen season long tv show from 2018), hazbin hotel, demon slayer, body horror, eldritch/psychological horror, analog horror and anything gory/silly <333
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
recomend me horror/angst shows/fics for above fandoms pls,
i need to fuel the gremlin
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
TW: i do draw some gore and body horror sometimes bc i like it (not like that u freaks) but... yk.... ill label them mature ig.... be warned tho sorry not sorry
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
currently listening to: The Hand by Annabelle Dinda </3
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,
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dealing with hardships sucks.
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i don't wanna go back home...
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why am I so numb..?
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I feel like it's been an age since I've felt any real emotion...
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What is wrong with me?
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Why do I have to keep lying to myself??
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Why can't I let myself be happy???
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t̲̂̓ͩ̑ r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ L̸̖̽̌͂ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕
o̯̱̊͊͢ r̴̨̦͕̝ ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕ ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍y҉̃̀̋̑w̦̺̐̐͟ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕
r̴̨̦͕̝ ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍, t̲̂̓ͩ̑r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘w̦̺̐̐͟ā̤̓̍͘y҉̃̀̋̑
ḿ̬̏ͤͅ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ư̡͕̭̇ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝ṇ̤͛̒̍ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅ
ẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅc͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕ b̬͖̏́͢ẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͊͢ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅ
ṇ̤͛̒̍ o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘ s̠҉͍͊ͅỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅp̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḳ̯͍̑ͦ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕’s̠҉͍͊ͅ l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕f̵͖̜̉ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑
t̲̂̓ͩ̑ o̯̱̊͊͢o̯̱̊͊͢ l̙͖̑̾ͣā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕. y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇’r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḑ̴̞͛̒.
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A hand, a spike, a physical fight
A flash of light, a curtain
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
A height, a dive, a burden
A girl, a night, a typical type
A siren in the water
A scroll, a nod, a message from God
A son, a Holy Father
The hand, the pen, the writing again
The wind around the willow
The felt, the ice, the passage of time
The melting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
The bottle in the ocean
The strike, the pause
The message from God forbid she shows emotion
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
The wind around the willow
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
The melting down the window
The now, the then, the thinking of "when"
The siren in the water
A strike, a pause, a message from God
Does that make me His daughter?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
A score under the wire
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
And take me somewhere higher
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TW: vent, SH mention
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i drink water until i am drowning,
i can breathe just fine, i promise, of course i can breathe just fine, can't you?
i clutch my head, unable to stop the pounding,
oh, its nothing, just a little headache, im sure it'll go away with some water and ibuprofen!
i rest my head on the cold tile, watching the red carpet grow,
oh, sorry for making such a mess, this is all my fault, i'll clean it up right away so dont trouble yourself, alright?
i pull the blankets tighter as if trying to shield myself from the harsh light of dawn highlighting every flaw, every insecurity, every mistake,
ah, no i'm okay, just a little sleepier than usual, must have stayed up late again without realizing, haha, of course i'm not depressed, everything is fine isn't it?
Euphoria- by me :3
"Sweet boy," my lover says, placing a hand on my cheek. "you're such a silly boy."
boy boy boy boy boy boy boyboyboyboyboyboyBOYBOYBOYBOY
the word nestles under my skin- curling up next to my heart, setting warmth blooming there like sunlight after rain.
the word hums behind my eyelids- music, my quickening heartbeat the drumbeat and the rush of adrenaline as the song.
the word sings behind my lips- sweet and warm, like a familiar treat, easing the cold ache in my bones until I can breathe again.
"Silly boy," my lover says, taking me home at last. "You're such a sweet boy."
Dysphoria- by me :3
'Sweet girl,' my mother says, placing a hand on my cheek. 'You're such a sweet girl.'
girl girl girl girl girlgirlgirlgirlgirlGIRLGIRLGIRLGIRL
the word crawls under my skin and lodges there behind my ribs like a tumor- alien, painful, growing until it rearranges my organs and suffocates me.
the word buzzes behind my eyelids like mayflies over a sacrificed lamb- more and more, piling up louder and louder until I can't make out my own thoughts, much less my screams.
the word lodges in my throat like a stone- jagged and sharp, cutting my throat until the words to correct don't exist, until I choke with the weight of it.
'Sweet girl', my mother calls me as she places a hand on my throat and squeezes. 'You're such a sweet girl.'
Dysphoria- by me :3
'Sweet girl,' my mother says, placing a hand on my cheek. 'You're such a sweet girl.'
girl girl girl girl girlgirlgirlgirlgirlGIRLGIRLGIRLGIRL
the word crawls under my skin and lodges there behind my ribs like a tumor- alien, painful, growing until it rearranges my organs and suffocates me.
the word buzzes behind my eyelids like mayflies over a sacrificed lamb- more and more, piling up louder and louder until I can't make out my own thoughts, much less my screams.
the word lodges in my throat like a stone- jagged and sharp, cutting my throat until the words to correct don't exist, until I choke with the weight of it.
'Sweet girl', my mother calls me as she places a hand on my throat and squeezes. 'You're such a sweet girl.'
u might wanna fix ur relationship thing luv