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in most of the ways that matter, i am a coterie of ghosts. here's one of them: https://sparrowlark.neocities.org/owen

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Bannerfall 4C!!!
I started drawing this months ago but just now finished it.
you can tell something evil* is happening to me because 4.2k words in less than a week.
9.8 m/s^2 is one of the most classic accelerations to undergo
your cat was an honor to see in the window

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showing my onion the roman baths
[claws out of a wave of nebulous panic to make a self-aware ironic little quip]
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mmmh... arrogant/egotistical whumpees who then get humiliated and broken down are good, but i truly do love when The Character has an ego that's partly rooted *in* their whumpy situation. i can take more pain than you. i'm a prettier pet than you. i'm the best weapon you've got. of course everyone wants to touch me, i'm irresistible. of course i'm bleeding out on the altar, i'm holy. etc etc etc
"who these characters are becoming as I write" is a really weirdly beautiful phrase to me? I like that idea, that a character Becomes through the act of telling their story, like what you write is shaping and forming them into something... not quite real, but maybe more real than before. Tangible, I want to say? I dunno, I just wanted to let you know that I like that phrase and think that if you find that inspiration/writing comes to you in these separate moments, then I think that's really cool and I wish you the best of luck in seeing who they turn out to be <3
thanks! i think i'd be more pleased that it feels like i'm moulding them into something new if the goal wasn't... to not do that. [pensive emoji] . it's fanfic. the whole* point** is to capture+translate characterization, as opposed to inventing it whole-cloth. but it's also not that big a deal, i'm writing this as like. mm. ventfic's not quite the right word but i keep making myself inordinately upset and pulling up this document and dumping any+all words i can into it and the fact that i'm miserably angry or scared or tired while writing is relevant, that is What Is Happening. i guess people will like the end result or they won't; i just need it out of me

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my excessive use of commas and my love of run on sentences is alluring and attractive to my readers
posting on tumblr is risky because there's always a chance that your diary will undergo peer review
i will be tired and confused tomorrow but this evening i have fixed myself by writing more miserable vomit <3
i can't even say if it's good. i don't know who these characters are becoming as i write this fic in weird jagged fragments. but the other option is lyinf very very still being miserable so like. this has to be better than that.
At the end of the week, Owen accuses them of plotting to leave. He spent the days leading up to this accusation hurling invectives at Pyro seemingly at random; eventually, Pyro was puzzled and distracted even as they sidled closer and pressed their lips apologetically to the hinge of Owen’s jaw, the line of his collarbone, the round place where his shoulder becomes his arm. He threatened to break their spine, but the sharper his words became, the less taste he seemed to have for physical violence. He dragged Pyro into biting kisses, cheeks darkening furiously when they clawed free, when they resisted him leaving gaping wounds that dripped blood onto his sheets. Pyro doesn’t remember if it was a dream, the night they sucked him off in an effort to appease him, and he wiped at his face clumsily, surreptitiously, and Pyro thought acid etching, cold paint, glazier, patina.
i will be tired and confused tomorrow but this evening i have fixed myself by writing more miserable vomit <3
In commiseration i have drawn myself some pirate joe tits bc i miss him

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one of the best parts of making up increasingly wild and specific aus with a friend is sending them posts like "this is sooo blorbo in torture chamber au number 15" and they reply back like "YESSS btw have i told you about my latest idea for how to torture them even more" and you get to enjoy a little snack and kick your feet with glee
self-obsession to the point of ruin. you monster.