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All Your Faith, All Your Rage

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Born in the 90s. she/her, Roach. 18+ only. Minors dni. Profile pic by the talented @missygoesmeow

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My name is Roach, and I'm generally a nice person but I do get a kick out of seeing baristas get bashful about calling out 'Roach' when my coffee is ready. 🪳

Born in the 90s. She/her.

Minors please do not interact with my blog.

If I ever accidentally reblog anything AI generated, let me know.

I reblog stuff and things i like. old villainous fictional characters and art mostly probably. I also occasionally make vent posts — be cool, mostly I'm just getting my feelings out. We're all struggling on this bitch of an earth. 🩷

Also, just something that has been on my mind a lot as someone who is on the edge of fandom and creative communities:

If you like a fic, a fanart, or a gif, or any other creative work, original or fan related... reblog it.

We create for ourselves, but part of why we do it is so we can share. Otherwise, the creation could just stay in our heads!

You don't have to leave any tags if you can't find the words! The reblog is a compliment in itself, and it means that you are making sure other people will get the chance to see the thing, and we don't feel like we are posting in a vacuum!

I know I ought to reblog more fic but I just am not reading very much fic these days (too much to read for study), but if you ARE reading fic and you aren't reblogging it... please start reblogging!

a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you

The voices, Anne. The voices, I can’t stop them. They come to me. When I sleep, when I wake, when I sup, when I walk down the hall. The sweet longings of a maiden, the surging ambitions of a courtier, the foul designs of a murderer, the wretched pleas of his victims. Only when I put their words, their voices, to parchment, are they cast loose, freed. Only then is my mind quieted. At peace. I would go mad if I didn’t write down the voices.”

Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, Anonymous

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