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i love to learn about my cat i love to google “should you trim cat last claw? trim all cat claws? cat last claw called? cat fifth claw? cat claws labelled. trim cat dew claw?” and then say hi graham i learned something about you! your weird claw is called a dew claw and it will not be worn down by regular walking so it is extra important to be diligent about trimming to prevent it growing into your paw pad! and he bites me and bites me

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Hail, True Body (masterpost)

Artworks by @corvidaeconundrum

'Hail, True Body' is a religious horror series that focuses on what it means to be human in a world that God has abandoned. For Mark Owens, 1993 is shaping up to be the worst year of his young life - and that's saying a lot all things considered. When his best friend Cesar Hernández calls him one night in October, Mark ignores the broadcast warnings to help him out. But Cesar is acting... strange.

Though perhaps that's understandable. His mother did just die, after all.

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Please be aware of each story's tags before you read. All Parts are in the order that you should read them.

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Overview/Summary of the Series (a quick guide)

PART 1: Mimicry (complete, 6 chapters)

PART 2: Where Is Your God Now? (complete, oneshot)

PART 3: Old Rugged Cross (complete, 5 chapters)

PART 4: What's In A Name? (complete, oneshot)

PART 5: The Good Samaritan (ongoing, 1/13 chapters)

PART 6: An Eye For An Eye (TBA)

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Character Designs (busts, fullbody art coming soon!):

Mark Owens & Cesar Hernández (1993)

Cian Daniels (1993)

Mark Owens post-Mimicry (face scars)

My Boundaries

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PLAYLISTS:

(Playlists will be updated/added to as and when - you are also welcome to suggest songs!)

'Imaginary Boy' - Mark Owens' 'The Cure' Mixtape

'Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy' - Cesar Hernández' 'Queen' Mixtape

'Mixtape 1964-2000' - Cian Daniels' Mixtape

'Ghoul Huntin' - Azzy's Playlist

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This masterpost will be updated as and when new Parts are posted, designs are released, etc. If you have any questions please ask!

#others' writing #horror writing #writing wip

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beware the silent heart : wip introduction

genre: apocalyptic horror setting: chicago - c. 2013

Synopsis: Whispered rumors foretelling a complete societal collapse had only just begun to reach the precinct by the time Detective Yan Bao arrived at the gates of Saints' Bramble, led by an investigation into a mysterious string of deaths plaguing the homeless population of Chicago city. Although it seemed even the wealthy weren't spared from recent hardships, for the old manor was a sight to behold - and not at all what she remembered. Tall, cracked walls towered ominously above, wailing hollow with harsh winds, where once they had pressed full and flush against the sky from rooms bursting with bright, lively chaos and endless laughter. But there was no laughter now. In fact, there was nothing. Nothing but a broken car, a distant scream, and a trail of bloodless bodies leading to an unlocked door.

mystery · disability · lgbt+ · survival · horror · haunted mansion — a tumultuous study on the nature of grief and morality, and the age-old struggle between survival and sacrifice.

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#others' writing #writing wips

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when the whole house got the autism

#not the rocks #i actually found a huge gorgeous most beautiful rock #and it's so nice #it's been sitting on my desk

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“If I tell you I need you, do not take it lightly. I do everything I can to never have to depend on anyone, to never show weakness. and if I say I that I need you it means I am trusting you to catch me if I fall.”

— ilovemylsi

#oc: lauren #lauren and kuldar have my heart #wip: fv #last chapters to go!

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I think if I could be the kind stranger in someone’s memory, that’d be enough.

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this is by far my favorite safety/warning sign btw. they really went off with this one

#stuff i like #cool

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Back to THE BONES WE HAUNT...🦴🐺

#others' writing #writing inspo

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Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

#things that are poems #me #feels

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Organizing writing documents is hard.

I used to have 9+ google documents per a single project, and at one point it just got too much. Lucky for me, I found an alternative -- Notion.

Notion is a free website that lets you make customized pages for anything you need, and makes writing and organizing and plotting so much easier.

That said, the learning curve can be steep and I recommend you start out with a template (you can find some on their website or on the internet).

And these templates look hella cute!

Here's some that I've made:

Just try it, trust me.

(My templates are available on Etsy).

#writing #writer #dark academia #sgae green #notion #notion template #notion writing template #writing template #book planner #outlining #worldbuilding in notion #notion for writers #notion for authors #writing a book

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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

#writing inspo #yes this is what we need to see more of #inspo #undead

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You promised me you didn't want power. My allegiance is to you. To the Fremen. I'm doing this for all of us. Do you believe me?

#dune #dune part 2 #parallels

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My hands didn’t even tremble as I worked amidst the chaos, screams and gunshots echoing in my ears. I could feel the weight of my medical bag pressing against my side as I crouched down to help a soldier wrap an open wound on his forearm. Then I was back to stumbling between men both fallen and fighting. The battle raged around us, steel clashing, cannons thundering. 

Yet amidst the chaos, there was a singular figure that commanded my attention: General James Wolfe. The commander in chief was positioned on top of a rise, overseeing the battle. I was told he’d been shot early in the fight but not accepted any aid, and was on my way to him. 

But before I could reach the rise, General Wolfe stumbled back, his knees giving out, then falling backwards, only to be caught by Lieutenant Browne, and gently lowered to the ground. The blood was spilling everywhere.

Within seconds, I was standing above him. Three wounds. One in the wrist, which he had wrapped himself, two fresh. The one in his stomach had likely hit internal organs, but I discarded it immediately – it was the hole in his chest that was lethal. Based on the location, and the way he was wheezing through pain, it had probably punctured his left lung.

I worked quickly, though my hands were trembling now. General Wolfe glanced at the bandages already darkening with red, and then locked eyes with me.

He was not going to make it, and he seemed to know it too. 

But he refused to die before the French retreated, and when they did, we gathered men to carry him to the field hospital. General James Wolfe of the Royal Navy would die later that evening.

The Final Hours of General James Wolfe (as told through the eyes of Dr. Thomas Hinde)

A fictional story created for English class.

Based on the painting "The Death of General Wolfe" and its historical background.

#writing #my writing #drabble #excerpt #short story #historical fiction #english homework #i actually quite like this #writer

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“It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world.”

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

#vampires #inspo

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

#things that are poems

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Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis - Serenity (1904)

#dark art