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This blog has multiple layers. I am an aspiring writer, an open reader and a female gamer. This blog will have a mix of it all. Check the links above for what you might be interested in!

My masterlist has pieces I have written so far. I am still building up my profile but hopefully there is something for you to enjoy!

I also have two beautiful cats, I like to share them on Caturday <3

swear to fuk, Mr. Squid is asking to get decked, it's not his fault tho, aunt flo is here and she doesn't appreciate him howling from the bathroom, alternating from halo to priates of the carribean to star wars to pretending he's a god damn fucking ambulance!

Author: Lucy Steeds

Genre: Historical Fiction andr romance

Squid Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Beautifully written and submersive. It was as if I was standing beside Ettie, feeling the sun on my face and smelling the paint on the canvas.

Plot Summary:

Joesph, a journalist, travels to France to meet the magnificent and recluse Artist Tartuffe and his niece Ettie. The three lives become intertwinned in more ways they could imagine.

For full review see below 👇

Thought my day was ruined but then heard sexy firemen are on their way to deal with potential explosive in an upstairs abandoned lab.

Soo, I'm all good 😎

When a daisy wakes it opens each white petal slowly, like peeling back the curtain after a long night's rest.

It arises in fields of green, along with countless others to a silent chorus of yawns.

Some stretch tall into the heavens, eager to be the first to feel the dawn's warm embrace.

But their eagerness comes at a cost. For if they fly too close to the sun they draw the attention of the Gods.

Some daisies dream of ascension, of sacrificing their earthly desires for the release of oblivion.

For those that remain they watch with rapt attention, unable to look away as the Gods merge their bodies together into emerald and pearl crowns in harmonious melody.

But there are demons hiding amongst the Gods. Their hands are harsh and cruel as they rip a daisy from its slumber and challenge its faith and devotion.

Do you love me?

Do you love me not?

The demons taunt, stripping each petal away like sins of the flesh. What remains only each daisy knows deep down in their soul.

If they love they rejoin their siblings in the Gods holy embrace. But if they love not, they are discarded back to the earth where they wither and die.

Review time: there has been a lot of reading and editing WIP

Word count: 2261 for BG3 WIP

Flash Fiction: Possession (bit behind on my 3 a week, got 2 last week, will aim for 4 this week)

Reading: The Artist - not getting through it as quickly as I would like to, bee ln distracted.

I tend to take a break from gym on weekends but that makes it hard to remember water

Up till midnight playing bg3 and then up till 1am writing bg3 fanfic.

And work is meant to be killer today 😭

My hand is around you neck. How did it get there? Why is it there? What am I doing?

Your eyes are starting to bulge, your face an angry red, and your nails claw into my skin.

I can't feel it. I can't feel anything.

What's going on? I want to ask. Nothing comes out. It doesn't even get caught in my throat. It just floats around in the air unasked.

Your turning purple now, tears streaking down your face and your trying to say something.

What are you saying? Why can't I stop? What's happening to me?

My hand loosens slightly. Yes! I'm regaining control.

"Stop!" You wheeze, "Please..."

I'm trying, you have no idea I am trying. But it's as if everything has been disconnected. Nothing works. Nothing responsed.

"Would you like me to kill you slower, baby?"

Who is that? Is that my voice? What am I saying?

Stop STOP!

Your crying and shaking. It's hours later before you stop.

Oh the things I did to you...

I can't do anything. I can't cry, or scream or lash out or anything. I am stuck. A horrified and violated observer.

My body moves to the mirror.

I look horrific. Blood drenched, bruised, and covered in mud. I am missing a chunk of hair and there is a butter knife sticking out of my bicep.

I just want it to stop...

Hope everyoje has a wonderful day from my dymanic duo!!!

The plot..

Review time: been spending at least an hour eveyday going over fanfic WIP for Astarion

Word count: 569 to 872 to 1214

Flash Fiction: see here - I went to see the new Evil dead so in horror movie mindset.

Welcome everyone to a guide on how to survive a basic horror movie! Most of these you probably already know but for any beginners please pay attention!

1. Never go anywhere alone! - simple and basic yet many struggle to follow.

2. If you see anything ritualistic... DO NOT TOUCH IT! - many ritual disturbances encite spirit or demom attacks

3. Don't be the asshole - the asshole always dies.

4. Don't investigate strange noises - leave them be or leave the house.

5. Don't stack knives or sharp cutlrey upwards in a dishrack/ diswasher - these will become a hazard or the cause of your death later.

6. Don't have sex - you will die.

7. Don't confess how happy you finally are - you will die.

8. Don't fall in love - they will die... or you... or both.

9. If there is an animal in the house take it and run.

10. Never look under the bed.

11. Keep all fingers and toes as close to you as possible.

12. The bad guy always lives - aim for the head and keep whacking.

13. Run.. run.. and always RUN!