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@muddshadow / muddshadow.tumblr.com

monster enthusiast and adverb defender ; blog for writing and silly goosery ; artblr @muddpaw
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  • hi hi, you can just call me mud <3
  • any pronouns, mid-twenties. i like trees, bones, earl grey tea, fairytales and revenge plots, and creatures with sharp teeth. my dream career is transforming into a bird
  • i write fantasy, horror, and science fiction, usually revolving around some flavor of monster or haunting. dialogue and overly-flowered prose are my favorite
  • personal tags :  #mud writes , #mud draws , #muddshadow ; all writeblr reblogs under : #other writing
  • dragon hoard of wips below 👁
#writeblr intro#wip intro#writeblr community#writers on tumblr#for my pinned post.... AGAIN#tumblr DEVOURED my previous without mercy#so hi me again !! (revenge version bc i backed it up this time hehe)#struggling to remember who wanted tags for my original writing however >:/#so please please let me know if you want to be added <3 a thousand hearts for you free shipping <3#muddshadow
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Reblogged cuntylittlesalmon
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i can be trusted on a nature walk i promise. i promise i will stay on the trail and will not run off into the forest never to be seen again i promise

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Reblogged euphoniouspandemonium
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The homoerotic relationship between a sword and its scabbard

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The sword that cuts all but its scabbard. The scabbard that consumes none but its sword. The sword that is dulled by its scabbards protection but would fall to disrepair without it

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The scabbard that cannot kill yet is soaked in blood all the same from holding its sword

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Reblogged funeral-clown
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The Creature — Illustrations by Bernie Wrightson (American, 1948-2017) for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus.

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Reblogged cream-and-tea
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brooo it was so fucked up at the club last night bro the dj was playing straight bangers like “babbling brook ft. deep woods” and “mourning dove remix” and everyone on the dance floor stood still completely at peace with and within themselves, all still trees in the envelope of the world. at some point in the night i sat and contemplated the beauty of all things it was sick as hell man

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