Tw: Mentions Of Death - Blog Posts

hey so i just finished The Strange And Beautiful Sorrows Of Ava Lavender and.... fucking fuck. that shit hurted. it was so interesting and funny and the characters were all understandable (except one but i wont spoil) and real and then the last hundred or so pages happened. and it was still beautifully written and the characters were still so real, but now i was crying like a bitch! fuck man, it was both so amazing and so terrible and i dont know if i will ever recover, and i cannot give enough praise to the author; Leslye Walton, for this fucking that will never release its iron grip on my damn feels.

note; some things to watch out for if you think you wanna read this book, since books are not like Ao3 and don't have trigger warnings. this book discusses some heavy ass topics, part of why this shit hurted so much. that includes; rape, a LOT of death; gruesome death and less gruesome death, mentions of genocide from a Native American character, a shitload of bigotry, implied incest at one point but from people who were like in the past its really weird, bodily mutilation and grotesque violence, depression, and, though briefly, suicidal ideation. it may be a beautiful book, but it is a hard book, and i honestly am amazed i made it through, because while the author wrote this with a great deal of compassion and handled things well in my opinion, it was still excruciatingly raw and blunt and honest, and it fucking hurt, so it could absolutely, easily, be very triggering. so yah, be warned.

A Dream About An Archeologist

“I had a nightmare about being an archeologist a few nights ago.” The world falls dead silent as I wait for a reply. They’re typing back, I can see those three little dots dancing at the bottom of the screen. “An archeologist? That’s an interesting career for sure. How’d the nightmare go?”

“The beginnings of the dream were inconsequential, mostly going about my job at the digging site. It was actually a calm sort of pleasant in that part of the dream. The tools seemed a bit dated.. But it was when the team uncovered, in their excavation, two bodies that things took a horrific turn into nightmare territory.” I paused for a moment, thinking over how to continue with just what I saw.

“.. I’m not sure what you’re comfortable with, so I’ll just leave this part censored. From how deep down in the earth they were, it was impossible someone had buried them there, and the earth we had dug up was unturned when we started this project. People were panicking, calling for 999, and here’s something more horrific,

“The reason I bring up them being too far down, and the earth being unturned is how fresh the bodies were. Under all that dirt, their skin was soft and blueish. Bloated from the very beginnings of decomposition. Her hands were gripped into his arms so hard they broke flesh, and the most terrifying part for me was their eyes. They were wide open, allowing the dirt in.

“Their mouths, their faces still twisted by fright in death, they were alive when they somehow found themselves under all that earth, and that terrified me because by all means, I have no idea how they had gotten there.”

 I lean back, looking at what I copied and pasted. There’s guilt here. It's an unusual thing, the need to tell people about what I’ve seen in the dreams– a new development that makes my stomach roll. I don’t like having to spread this feeling, that’s not me.. But fear can really turn me into a monster when it’s left unattended. After a moment of waiting, the weight of what I wrote suddenly hits me somewhere deep beneath my ribs, and I feel anxious. 

“Julius, we think you really oughta take a look into The Magnus Archives; https://the-magnus-archives.fandom.com/wiki/The_Buried.” I’m sulking. I’m a grown man, and I’m sulking over this reply. Something about that source recommendation makes me uneasy and I don’t know why. Shouldn’t I want an answer? Don’t I want to understand? Before I can dwell on this factor any longer, I realize that they are still typing.. And what they write sends a chill down my spine all at once. 

“We’ve seen this,

These people buried deep beyond the limits. 

They were in space, and they met with a fate worse than death… and then they weren't in space anymore.

They were sent home.”

status : closed @mattxmoretti location : a townhouse in the upper west side of manhattan

it had been a trying few months. while halloween had offered a bit of reprieve in teddy's ability to melt into someone else through Rocky, with the holidays approaching it was harder to distract themself from the fact that everything was different. their mom was gone; how could they really even begin to think about celebrating christmas without her? yet, there was still the urge to; the urge to decorate, the excitement to sit on their balcony to watch the macy's thanksgiving day parade; the incessant need to drag matt to rockafeller plaza for ice skating. it was all there, swirling inside them as it always did when the weather dropped a few degrees and the trees started to die.

but then teddy gets the urge to bake christmas cookies with her, and then they're guilty. because how dare they want to celebrate without such a crucial piece of their puzzle?

so, as a result, house hunting had become their latest excuse to pretend that everything was perfectly fine and normal. the blond wasn't thrilled to be giving up their home, especially knowing that finding a place with matt would inevitably mean downsizing to a degree, but they understood feeling as though you were a guest in your own home. matt felt as though the space was teddy's and teddy's alone; that he just lived there, so it really only made sense to find a place they could settle on together.

they'd looked at a handful of places, but this one seemed the most promising. it wasn't too far away from the university or family, plus is was spacious, and open, with a lot of natural light coming from windows in even the most impossible places. once the realtor stepped out so the pair could discuss, they stepped into his orbit, settling their chin on his right shoulder from behind as they gazed at the view of Central Park.

❝ well? it's not bad, right? ❞

Blua-Chan's lore!

Many years ago, a girl spent her whole life being abused with many injuries. She was playing with a little rabbit that she had as a pet, that was the only way to forget her problems and sadness. Until one day, her parents killed the bunny. She was trying to escape with no success and her parents killed her brutally and burned her remains in a bonfire. In middle of nowhere, the girl and the bunny souls reincarnated together in a single body, they were reborn in a devil woman's one.

She had a long wavy blue hair and dark skin, her eyes was red and her claws was sharp. Now she is on a quest for revenge, desperate to find someone who would love, care and protect her. Her bloodlust was insatiable and she would kill anyone who messed with her.

She is actually hiding her identity, her favorite things are rabbits, blueberries, jellyfishes and gore. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)