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hi i'm em | 20+ ☼ ao3 + strawpage + links

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pro shipper + multi fandom + dead dove enthusiast. this is an anti ai + anti jkr + anti trump + free palestine household.

Tumblr Links & Fics: ↓

✴ Into the Black Hole - jegulus/rosekiller/wolftstar - wip (currently posting)

✴ A Taste of Sin - rosekiller - wip (on hiatus)

☼ All for the Game Fics: ☼

ⵜ Ash Between Teeth

ⵜ Whispers of Want and Whiskey

ⵜ Makeouts and Melancholy

HP Works:

✴ A Song of Serpents - wip (indefinite hiatus)

✴ Muse of the Mango Tree - wip (indefinite hiatus)

HP Finished:

✴ Into the Abyss

⛧ I Killed It, So It's Mine

⛧ Temperance

☼ It's Beginning to Look alot like Avoidance

☼ Love Was The Law

☼ Venom Dripping In Your Mouth

⚘ Meet Me In The Woods

⚘ On Those Peanut Butter Vibes

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Tumblr links: mecore | my fics | my ramblings | my aftg microfics | my art | my originals | my hp archive

Tumblr tags: the dark, the dreamy, the noise, and the cozy

Barty tears his gaze away from his glass to find the rest of the world just as dizzying. By now, it really does look like the bartenders have four or more arms. He watches the nearest one mix and pour, mix and pour, fourth and fifth and sixth arms protruding from their sides.  

That's when Barty pauses. 

He squints. Because it shouldn't literally look like they have multiple arms, but their bodies have become a blur, every movement stilted like a poorly-loaded video sticking frame-to-frame.  

Barty tries to focus but his eyes don't want to cooperate. He attempts to push the stool around to look for Evan again but finds himself unable to get enough leverage—his fingers like jelly—boneless noodles attached to his arms.  His heart fights to beat harder in his growing panic but it struggles to beat at all.