Edgar raised the paintbrush up to the canvas, his brain finally burning a suitable image into his mind. His fingers delicately wrapped around the paintbrushes handle, dipping it into the brown paint continuously. Stroking the canvases surface, the only light he got was the moon's cold rays seeping through the open window of his temporary room. Moving the paintbrush back, Edgar stared at his work. He had painted out the image of the brown haired prisoner onto the now used canvas after a few hours. Edgar raised his hand up, his fingers lingering just above the wet paint. Shutting his eyes, He sighed. "For now, it's safe to say you became my inspiration, Balsa." Edgar softly mumbled under his breath for the stars of the night to hear.

A while after after Eli receives the letter informing him of Gertrude's death, someone who was there for him the whole time starts to realise the feelings they're feeling. Aesop Carl. The embalmer, the embalmer who was there for the seer during his grief and loss. Aesop Carl, the one who fell in love with Eli Clark.

I started writing this instead of rank. Also, we can't forget the legacy of nipple.stealer and what wattpad brought him..(aka mental illness 😵). I would say this is just for fun but I don't even know myself anymore. GG y'all... oh yeah and the fanart / coverart isnt mine

i cant even. THEM OH MY GODHXNSGXYSCSV

The seer doesn't know what that strange feeling in his chest is. It feels like a hunter is approaching, but he's enjoying it. Something must be wrong, right? start date: August 27th, 2019 end date: October 23rd, 2020 To anyone who reads all the way through.... y'all good? also, go read the sequel

'Maybe... I am, truly, a monster.'

Modern AU Every one of the survivors is 19-20+ and are students while the hunters are all teachers idfk Crystal hopes that you enjoy! <3

This was made for my friend so yeah Just a casual victor and Andrew fanfic so friend no sad for victor♥️ Update March 2021: I accidentally made victor sad.