miradragonz

tw: vent
          
          Bro how am I supposed to cope with both my parents leaving me in college and then having to sit in a dorm alone and figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do with myself

tw: vent (ish?)
          
          Ever feel stuck inside your skin? Like you’re stagnant and unable to do what you should be doing but it doesn’t feel like Your fault, it’s this sack of skin and nerves and that hollow in your throat that feels just a little too tight to be normal that’s keeping you up at night. The rest of the house is asleep and you’d rather lie in the dark than wake them so you turn to online stimulation to help yourself  settle down because That has worked before. You definitely remember spending nights and nights falling asleep to the glow of your phone, but no; you’re pretty sure that it’s just keeping you up longer and there’s probably an answer online if you’d just pick up your phone again to search for it, something to tell you what’s wrong with yourself—but your phone is just keeping you up longer. Put it down. But your throat still feels tight and your eyes won’t stay closed, and you’re fairly certain that you need water, so you contemplate getting up for another few minutes to fill a glass and bring it back to bed, but no; the house is asleep. And you’d rather lie in the dark than wake them. The stairs would be too loud and the fans just cut off so they’ll hear you walking. So you just lie back and turn over. You hug a pillow but throw it away because lying on your side squishes your shoulder in a way that you don’t like tonight. You turn again and lie on your stomach but the tightness in your throat has found a way to squirm down your intestines into your belly beneath your ribs and now you can’t breathe. So you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling and wonder what’s wrong with you some more. It’s been two hours since you turned off your lights. Maybe a song. You turn on some music but you know this sleepy melody and hum along. You turn off your phone. It’s just keeping you up longer. 
          
          You can’t even cry right.

I’m going to die of dehydration in college. I’m calling it right now.

Wow it’s been a while :’)
          
          But hey demons, what do we think of this as a prologue for a fantasy/scifi-ish story? (no context cause who needs context, ask if you want it idk):
          
          What use is logic to a dead creature? Logic has no home here. Here, where fake sound spins and stumbles through his head drunk on its own terror. Here, where his eyes see everything that is not there. But he is alive-- irrevocably, undeniably alive. His heart hammers the weeping cage of his chest. His mind beats the pulse of his existence to a frayed, trembling thread, splaying in a hundred reaching, broken paths. Here, it threatens snapping. The snow is grey, red, warm and melting under his fur that gathers and sticks in clumps to his flesh. It is so cold. It is the most he has felt in years. 
          
          The arrow. 
          
          The arrow. The arrow should not have pierced his shoulder. One future. One one-thousand futures told him that it would. Better would have been the beating center. He does not want to die. How nice it would be. The quiet. The stillness. But he reels and bites the menacing leather that curls under his spine and pulls him up. Up, up, up away from the ground. He is not dropped. New spinning threads tie around the folds and wrinkles of his brain. Yank towards different futures. Tearing him apart. Organs and viscera flirt with the muddied slush. Crushed under sole and squished into the earth. And teeth. Teeth, in his head and his stomach and his throat. They rip away; he hears distant bones crunch and agony writhes and twists like maggots under his skin. He thinks he screeches over the noise. He must. Or he is stricken with howling silence, and the hands will not release him. Please. He has never begged. He has begged for life, for death, for her to stay. 
          
          It would be so nice. The quiet. The stillness.
          
          But what use is logic to a dead creature?

Hello there! I would like to say I really love your demon slayer romance fics! Especially Senami x Giyu one, it's short but sweet! 
          
          I see that you're working on original fantasy pieces, which is understandable. But just know we are rooting for you no matter which route you take! 

Hey Mira? I know you have taken a break from writing on this account, but do you have any good SMUT FREE fanfics (preferably with the ships you have already written about yourself) to recommend?

“4 Years” has (at long last) been updated! I just decided to wrap it up, so I’m sorry for the swift ending, but I did try my best at 10pm last night.

Haha... guess who just remembered her unfinished fanfics exist?

@qi-qiqi 4 years is currently on hiatus until I watch the new Demon Slayer movie. After that, I’ll decide whether or not I’m going to discontinue the story or finish it.

Being around stressed people stresses me out—  anyone else?