eurydicees

multifandom bullshit, with spoilers // 23 and tired of it

ao3: eurydicees

  • welcoming asks and headcanons and questions and random infodumping 100% of the time! fic requests are currently closed, but here are some relevant links to my writing: 

    my tumblr fic masterlist is here
    my poetry fic masterlist is here
    my ao3 is here
    (link is also in my bio)
    my writing tag: #my writing
    my original writing tag: #oc
    my current nanowrimo tag: #april nano 2025
  • anatomy of the common poppy flower (gliyeraba, 6102 words)

    According to the books that Elphaba has read on the subject, the common field poppy flourishes best in full sun, with well draining soil. It can be found in home gardens and in meadows. It prefers cool weather rather than boiling heat. It blooms most beautifully in late spring to early summer.

    Poppies also bloom, Elphaba has found, quite beautifully in the graveyard of her own lungs.

    a lil somethin’ for and inspired by @youvebeengalindafied !

  • It's so funny that Misa is famous. Imagine that you're a normal ass cop and you get put on a special task force to catch a mass murderer. And you meet with the expert detective in charge. And he tells you your top 2 suspects are a random teenager and like. Ariana grande

  • Sorry, the actual plot is funnier bc the options are actually Ariana Geande and Your Son.

  • young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

  • STOP listening to the demon of capitalism and START listening to the angel of hedonism, i love you i believe in you keep making what you love forever ok?

  • As important to hear for new artists as it is for seasoned veterans. Sometimes we forget. Me especially.

    Go out and make the art 12 year old you would have gone feral over. Be cringe and have fun (੭ˋᵕˊ)੭ ~✨️

  • a brief and unofficial history of the stars (tamakyo, 11915 words)

    Looking up at the sky reminds Kyoya of all the potential of the universe—reminds him that loving someone who doesn’t love him back does not hold a future.

    So he leaves. Kyoya runs from Japan, and he does not look back.

    (Tamaki and Kyoya, as the sun and the moon and everything that shines.)

    sometimes you handwrite ouran high school host club fanfiction while at work and then 12,000 words later you're just left to wonder why your hand hurts

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