RAGGEDY ANNE

      Sorry to burst anyone’s bubbles but this is for the best ; for my mental health, specifically. I love Tiffany. She’s a muse that I’ve adored for years and it’s always a pleasure to write her. But due to recent events, I’m not physically comfortable writing her or being on this blog. It was a long time coming and the final straw has broken the camel’s back. I need to focus on things that make me happy. I expect I’ll pick Tiff up as a muse again but if I do that, I will not be coming back here. I will be moving her to a multi-muse blog for my happiness and sanity, no to mention a fresh start for her and all of my other muses. 

    I’m sorry to just drop this but it’s important to me. If you need me, I’ll be on @ifhollicould and that blog exclusively.

FUCK sentences

  She freezes in reach for the knife she often keeps at her thigh, fingers still bent as if she was still ready to grab it in any second. Her doe eyes blink confusedly at the other before drawn brows pucker low over her countenance. Slowly, she moves and holds up her hands -- SURRENDER. It’s honestly the easiest way with him.  

    Tiffany knows if she pushes him too far, Chucky wouldn’t hesitate to plunge his own knife into her belly. It’s happened before. She’s certain it won’t take much for it to happen again.

   A hesitant brand of fear glimmers in her gaze as she shifts her eyes down quickly before darting back up. She’d be stupid to take her eyes off him for too long. A thick swallow resounds in her throat out of sheer nervousness. Tiffany even goes so far to take a shaky step away from her beloved. She’s prepping herself to book it the fuck out of here if entirely necessary. 

               DON’T FUCK WITH CHUCK.