#ofelia

Wow, I haven't been here in so long! It's been MONTHS since I did a WIP Wednesday, but here I am with some free time! Thank you for the tags @loserscardigan & @andromedaancunin!!! It feels nice to finally post a snippet of my writing again! I am including a brief excerpt from part one (chapter 27) of the confession- Moonrise prison break! And yes, I did go back through the entire fic and spent like 30 minutes tallying how many days have passed for her lol since being abducted, and it was not easy 😂

When it overtakes her, it’s not quite like how it’d been in the past. The loss of control- the rage. It doesn’t wash her vision in red or puppet her limbs. Every move and every action is solely hers- and so is every consequence. She’s been counting the days since she fell out of the sky- twenty-three. Almost a month in this hell. She’s broken bones, suffered bruises, lost her mind, and fallen in love. She’s had her heart smashed to pieces, she’s danced, she’s laughed and kissed and even died… It’s more than she’d ever done in the past twenty-two years on earth, and if it ends here at the hands of this cackling, brainwashed zealot, then… she’ll know it wasn’t in vain. She wishes she could stay gone. Stay dead. Doesn’t want them to bring her back if they win. She’s experienced enough, hasn’t she? Caused enough suffering? Killed her parents and her best friend, cut the strings that bound their lives to hers- snuffed them out. If she hadn’t existed, hadn’t somehow ended up there… they’d still be alive. Still be happy. If only she didn’t ruin it. The thought of an empty void after all the suffering she’s caused is a balm- so potent and heady that she doesn’t realize she’s crying. She stabs- tears flowing over her cheeks, throat raw from whatever guttural screams spill from her lips. Blood splatters her skin, her chest, her hair. It sprays hot and thick in her vision, a vivid fog, and still she doesn’t stop. Violence feels like a soothing hand, caressing the back of her head. She buries her blade again and again, and still the blood sings to her like a lullaby, bidden from the lips of a lover. Slow and sweet, it snakes around her body, pumping through her heart. It’s the tightness in her knuckles on the handle of the dagger, the hitch in her breath as she finally feels the warden still beneath her, the rush of euphoria as the last spurt gushes like a geyser from the open wound under her left palm. Her face turns up toward the ceiling, eyes closed as the sound of her raging heartbeat gradually slows into normalcy. Savagery having run its course, it tears the adrenaline from her until all she feels is a sharp pain in her shoulder, having re-injured it in her delirium. Panting from exertion, she slips the dagger back into her belt before slowly opening her eyes.

my forever island is nordsea🌱 this is the dream for the summertime version!

sunset island✈️🏝️🌅🏡🍃 - small town island

DA’s for the themed islands i’ve completed over the years💛 (from newest to oldest)

☁️islands with full interior builds(villagers and characters):

tundra island 🐧🎣🧊⚓️📫 arctic themed

oatflower island 🌼🐿️🍯🫖🌾 forest themed

vespertine island🎃🪾⏳🐇🎭 halloween themed

marmalade island 🕰️🧸🫖🌷🍃 grandma themed

troldskov island ❄️🌲🍂📦🏔️ early winter themed

nixie island🧚🏻🫧☘️✨🌷 fairycore themed

thimble island ⛺️🍂🍎🛍️🏗️ town/camping themed