Истории Ethelcain

Cecelia Rodriguez is the preacher's daughter, bound by faith and the rigid rules of a strict, all-girls Catholic school in the deep south. St. Eulalia's. Her childhood friend Abby offers comfort in a world that demands silence and obedience. But when Ellie Williams arrives, wild, defiant, and mysterious, everything Cecelia thought she knew begins to unravel. Torn between desire and guilt, she's forced to confront the darkness lurking beneath her prayers. A haunting Southern Gothic story about love, loss, and the secrets we bury deep. Ellie Williams x Oc Abby Anderson x Oc

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝."

in which an eighteen year old girl returns to her hometown for her grandmothers funeral and remembers what happened to her in the woods somewhere.

This is a fan art-inspired story based on Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain. She thought she found safety in his arms, but Isaiah's love was a prison. As she falls deeper into a world of twisted dreams and haunting shadows, she realizes that the place she's trapped in isn't just a nightmare-it's Ptolemaea. A place of betrayal and torment, where there's no escape.

genuinely for fun + purely because i adore music.

a tragic, sapphic tale of two queens of sadcore

𝄞 || updating with all my music obsessions.

Teenage girl Mera, who enjoys hunting, is fulfilled to have the prospective to pursue something sinister. A teenage girl and her father go deer hunting every weekend in Minnesota, United States, in 1992. They hunt deer, and just deer.

Desperate for a new beginning, Tyler escapes her hometown with nothing but a vow to distance herself from her father. Growing up a preacher's kid wasn't for the weak. Having to constantly live up to the name her father made for her before she was even born and worshipping a man who she was sure her dad loved more than her - she needed a change. When presented with a life-changing job opportunity, Tyler is ecstatic. A new life is always great! Until it isn't. When recent events have Tyler start to question her sanity, she turns to the one person who could provide some helpful insight. Except what she learns is the last thing she needs to know...

Some houses do not forget. Even when emptied, even when renamed, they remember the shape of voices, the way footsteps once paused near certain doors, the specific weight of longing in the air. This house was never mine, and yet I returned to it. They told me I had been ill. That I needed silence. That I should not be left alone, but neither watched too closely. I believed them. Or I pretended to. Which is, often, the same thing. There are stories that do not begin. They emerge, like stains, or heat, or hunger. They unfold backwards, sideways, beneath the skin. They wait for the right hour. Or the wrong person. I cannot say where this one began. Perhaps with the arrival of Liraz. Or with the discovery of a key that opened no lock. Or with the dream of a voice counting down from thirty. Or with a photograph that should not have existed, and yet did. But even those are only echoes. What I can say is this: if you enter a room and feel watched, do not assume it is by the living. If you read a letter and recognize your own voice, though you never wrote it, do not stop reading. And if someone knocks from inside the walls do not answer. ORIGINAL CONTENTENT 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 2022, 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 "Memory is a house with no windows, we wander its halls searching for a door that might lead us home, only to find ourselves forever lost between the echoes."

Pretty boy, consumed by death. 2025 © devilcults steve harrington x fem!oc pre season 4 - season 5

just my tearing words regarding of deep emotions and deep anxiousness and dark childhood dreamland. All of them were tied up through a black ribbon. "myself saw me, so as creep as scary blurry, i can't find a wing; even just one, I'm nothing as brighter as the burning sun I'm nothing as radiance as the lonely moon, I'm nothing as delicate as the fainted flower even with a star, I felt nothing." ♡♡♡

la porte du malheur (the fatal door of destiny) regulus arcturus black ptolemaea series: part one © vespertinestar MMXXV

sad boy

Louis and Ethel get into a relationship after Willoughby Tucker leaves Ethel and Peter divorces Louis.

This piece of flash fiction is packed full of lyrical prose that tells the story of a short but passionate love in a forgotten Alabama town, inspired by Ethel Cain's 'Powerline Valley'

Emile and his mother live a solemn life, not much to do not much to see in the little religious town of Eden. Where sin is punished and sinners are shunned. When Emile meets someone that changes his life, people call it the work of the devil. After all, From a wild woman a wild child is born.

A star chaser fan fiction inspired by and based upon the glorious creation of Mother Ethel 🙇‍♀️

Peters journey after discovering that Lana del ray believes him to be a strange creature

I first wrote a poem a few years ago, as a school assignment, and I guess something just clicked that day. Ever since I've been writing every time I get the inspiration. Hopefully everyone who reads this enjoys, and please leave comments, whether it's your opinion OR feedback, any are appreciated. (in chronological order too, i forgot how awful the first few are 😭)