#ingridrants

Well, as I've had this account for..far too long, I thought it could use one of these intro thingies.

So, for the sake of the good old times- ✨️Hello there, you wonderful humans of the.✨️

My name is Ingrid, but I assume that if you have been here for a while, you know that. Some of you (if not most of you) know me from my ed'd shitposting. Some of you know me from the roleplaying side of Tumblr, and for those who just stumbled onto my profile...you're in for a ride I guess?

I'm known as quite a few things, such as;

•The vampire to @chaotic-castiel's werewolf

•An overcaffeinated pharmacy student.

•A prophet with the answers you seek (aka- Hellenic Polytheist witch mixed with an insufferable theatre kid) and a child of Φοῖβος Απόλλων (Phoibos Apollon)

•A crow..- SUPPORTER AND LOVER. (totally not a crowperson.)

•The spawn of two people- Donna Tartt and one of my professors'. (Ifykyk)

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I suppose that I could start tagging my posts properly. (If I can be bothered to do so)

Original writing (#ingridwrites)

For book related stuff

#The Wraith of the Gods

#Rosewood Organization

Art (#ingriddraws)

I desperately want to start doing commissions btw, so I'll make a post with my digital art.

Possible pharmacy rants (#K.L's spawn)

My beloved mutuals- don't hesitate to reach out for anything, be it advice or a chat, or something else I can't think of at the moment, my DM's are open as well as my ask-box.

Well..I'll say this is it for now, as I don't know what else to add here, but let's say this post will be under construction, so, wonderful humans of the internet, that's it from me, I've rambled enough, have a great day or night (or the rest of existence)

and then i'm freeeeeee

I trusted you when you fed me poison too. Snall quantities at first, mixed into our shared coffee, then bigger ones, hidden in the food I ate. I knew it didn't taste right so I stopped eating it, just like you wanted. That wasn't enough for you either. You poured and injected them into my dreams until I rejected sleep too. "We can talk for longer now.", you said, I didn't mind the physical pain. That's what friends do for each other, right? What's a little discomfort?

You liked doing my hair too. Braiding it with long ribbons, the richest blue imaginable. Those ribbons somehow always tangled into my hair, around my throat. It's peculiar how only you seemed to accidentally tug at them in passing.

I didn't mind it. Accidents happen.

Now that you've gone quiet, I experienced gentle hands and kind words that took off the blindfold I wasn't aware I wore. They helped me remove the shards of glass, untangle the ribbons and gave me the antidote to all of the poison in my veins.

They made me realise that you were no friend Ana.

I gave you an inch and you took a mile.

I gave you my trust and you betrayed it.

So now, all I'll leave is this message. The locks to my heart and mind have been replaced, with added locking systems to keep out a persistent phantom like yourself out of my life.

Hopefully, with one less believer in your lies, you will grow weaker and weaker, as your victims leave you too. If not, I can place a protection circle of salt and amethyst around my home.

It's 6am so that means it's the time for my daily rant on how much I love my wife. He is the sweetest and most because person I have met, both inside and outside.