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Hey, everybody!!!

I just want to give a big, warm welcome to all my new followers!! I really appreciate and love you all for choosing to follow my blog!😊 You all are automatically awesome for following me!! If you want to know more about my blog, I have finally figured out how to create an ‘About’ page (just haven’t gotten around to figuring out how to put it in the control bar alone the top of the blog next to ‘Home’) and you can check it out by clicking here.

Anyway, this isn’t a story post. I have gotten several followers of late – of which I just LOVE!!! – and decided it would probably be prudent to do an index post giving a guide for everyone to all of my posts for ease of navigation and all that.

And I will be constantly updating this post whenever I do a new post! And this will be from now on the featured post on this blog.

So, to all my new followers who want to start from the beginning – or if you have been following me for a while and just want to read some of my posts and can’t find them or whatever – read on!

Nutrition

Oh darling

I’m starving

Do you know how ravishing you look tonight

How you quench my thirst only for to reignite it with such a passion all over again

Every day…every night

How I long to fill you up

To taste you

But I’ll still be starving to eat more

As we slowly take our time

Relearning each other’s bodies

Once more

Savouring

Every

Bite

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Honestly, I feel embarrassed, but I hope you guys enjoy it or at least get a laugh out of it. I wanna figure out how to capture this, though, so constructive criticism is welcome, please! 🙂

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Dear Old Me – WordPress writing prompt

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Hey River,

Why haven’t we died yet? You’re freaking 100… just kidding that’s is FREAKING COOL THAT WE HAVE REACHED THAT AGE!!!

Do we still go by River?

Anyone else still alive from right now? Is Jesse?

what have we accomplished? Where have we gone? Anything important we have learnt? Do we get famous?

are we okay?

Love, River

Racheal’s Podcast – Episode 10

Finally back with this podcast!!!

Had to take a hiatus cause was having problems with Spotify and Anchor for MONTHS on uploading the content, but long story short I figured it out and it’s fixed now, so here’s the next episode! From memory we are in the second season of the podcast and it is focusing on poetry, so here we go!

https://anchor.fm/racheal-mustchin/episodes/Season-2–episode-3—A-Cracked-Vase-e1vvvqb

Agonising Reflections

He held a glass in his hand, it had a green tint that got darker towards the bottom of the glass. In the other hand, he held a pipe to his lips that had some smoldering herb in the bowl. Lowering the pipe, he exhaled a ring of smoke into the air as tears tried to fight their way up to the surface.

Shut up and take it

Get over it

That’s what he were supposed to do, right? Cause he was a man. That’s what both his parents, aunties and everyone always told him when he was wounded and traumatized, when he was horrifically betrayed and left to drown in the waves of pain that beat down on him. That was especially stated when the parents, aunties, etc., were the cause of such agony. No acknowledgement, no apology just a vague statement of how much they loved him, and told him couldn’t feel his feelings, he had to get over it cause “that’s what this family does”.

And take it he did. He genuinely believed that was the way, so would take each burden, each slap to the face, each hit, thinking it was done out of love.

But would love deliberately cause such pain and wearing down on another loved one?

But love was claimed…they certainly acted like it after the wound was established, made it seem like it was his fault…but was there no true love there in the first place? Or did they genuinely believe it was love, but didn’t realize it was actually messed up and a little twisted?

When that realization started to hit him midway through an argument with his mother, and he started to express this, it was like he wasn’t talking to his mother anymore, it was like a vile monster clawed its way through her skin and burst forth. Horrible, horrible things were vomited out of her mouth, threats to keep him away from his siblings were made, along with accusations of treating her like his father had before chasing him out of his house. Though after kicking him out, she was acting all calm all of a sudden and crying, so hmm.

The very next day after kicking him out, she was nice to him and was saying how much she wanted to help, and was wanting to make sure he still attended family events and came around.

Took him a long while to realize how manipulative that was.

The rest of the aunties and relatives shunned him, one auntie in particular threatened to lie everyone else that he was a thief if he didn’t change.

Why is it only hitting me now how messed up that was?

The only reason he’s even thinking about it now was because of a remark his mother made the other day after they had seemed to be fine and that everything was just gonna be swept under the rug – “if someone tells you to get over it that means that they don’t respect or value your or your emotions at all”.

Cause isn’t that what she and the rest of the family all told him time and time again when they were the ones that hurt him?

Interesting comment.

And it’s what brought all of this rushing back.

Leaving him shaking as he fights the tears as it hits him how truly messed up it all is.

Did they really not value or respect him?

But it was a while ago, even if he’s realizing it now, it’s not worth dealing with, right? No reason to go to them and be like “What the fuck?” cause it was like a year ago, too long ago to bring up, right?

But it still happened…and pain doesn’t have a set timeline for when it’s time to heal…and if it’s coming up, it means it needs to be addressed, right?

He drew in a sharp breath as the tears finally started to sink down his face, hands shaking so much the glass slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor.

What the fuck was he meant to do now?

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This is the music video that inspired this piece:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO9uWwsk6co&t=1280s

Hope you enjoy and have a great day/night 🙂

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All novels and short stories on this blog are the works of @rue202 and Racheal’s Novels. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without the express and written permission of the author is strictly not allowed. You may use excerpts and links or reblogs of this material provided that complete and clear credit is given to rue202 and Racheal’s Novels with clear directions to the original content

Question

Hey, so this is a reblog of some questions I’ve been having about what to post on my secondary blog lmao figured I might get more feedback on the questions about what to post in my secondary blog if I share it on my main blog as well.

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What would you like to see on this blog? I don’t remember why I started this blog, to be honest lmao and I haven’t been sure for ages on what I should post on here.

Is there anything in particular that you guys would like to see on here? Discussions/thoughts on particular topics? Movie reviews? Random commentary on my life? Art I do? Discussions on my stories, like thoughts about characters or potential story ideas that I may not want to reveal on my main blog yet? Or all of the above?

Let me know!

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Serpents or saviours

Tread softly

Keep the lights down low

Don’t make a sound

Shhhh

It’s gonna be quick

No need to fear

You’ve entered her lair

But she’s kind

A bullet through the brain

Organs sliced and diced, stirred in a pot until it’s the perfect texture

Dashed into the lavish meals thrown together with cake, ice-cream and roast porks

To disguise the evil that’s behind the chef’s knife

A quiet woman

A simple restaurant

But she’s adorned in lavish scarlet suits and odd trinkets

A black top hat and butterfly studded glasses

Gloves that delicately caress the rim of her wine glass as the judges sample her delicacies

No-one knows

No-one could suspect what they were consuming

For she was a protector, a guardian spirit projecting a human illusion overseeing the town, watching at bay for any evils, disposing of them in this simple but elegant way. The town remained quiet and peaceful, blessed in ways unimaginable while surrounding towns struggled. But who could question the ways of it’s odd but delicate saviour?

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So I had this idea from an outfit and makeup look I wore last month, it spoke to me as a character, a more evil inclined one. And I thought it would be interesting to explore a character who was trying to protect a town, but its method of protecting was a little controversial, and actually delved into evil territory despite meaning to be a protector. Is it actually a protector? Is it just a very morally grey person or is it evil masqerading as good and the evil it is silently destroying actually good that’s trying to enter the town to release it, but this evil isn’t wanting to let go of its power, it’s subtle influence? Or is the entities it’s destroying evil as well, it’s just the slightly less of two evils, and the evils are fighting for control, and no-one’s actually being protected, just controlled?

Here’s some photos of the look I wore that inspired this character:

Have a good day/night, hope you enjoyed!!!

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My art

Hey!

So I have covid and to keep myself occupied during isolation, I have been working on some art pieces in between writing, reading, watching movies and sleep and they’re turning out alright, actually.

this one I think I have sold surprisingly, coming out of iso on Thursday, so me and the buyer are gonna discuss more details then. I don’t think it turned out great, so am not gonna charge very much, but hey, money is money.

this is only a partial shot, but I painted this wooden piece and have been slowly putting designs on it, gonna figure out where to hang it once it’s done.

from my Snapchat story, a bigger art piece I’m working on and do plan to sell, if the quality turns out as good as I am aiming for, I’ll probably sell it for $100. If it doesn’t turn out how I want it to, I will sell it for less, though.

One Sentence Challenge

I just saw a challenge on tiktok to tell your life story in just one sentence, so here’s my attempt:

The creature that was born with creative gifts is now recovering from burn out, blood and ashes
– River/Ash Digest

How’d I do?

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I have a surprise!

Hey y’all!

Hope you guys are doing well! So, I decided to actually attempt erotica today, it’s just a short piece, not much to it, but it’s my first real attempt at it (cause as a writer, I would like to master as many genres as I can because it would be awesome to be a versatile creator), but I’m aware it’s not a genre that’s for everyone, so I’m not going to post it on here for everyone to just accidentally stumble upon and read. However, I have posted it on FictionPress where it has a specific category for that genre so that no-one who doesn’t like that stuff can accidentally stumble across it, all the categories are clearly labeled, whereas on here…not so much lol!

I would love people to read it and give me helpful tips and ways to become better at this genre, so if anyone would like to read it, shoot me a comment down below and I’ll private message you the link to it. And if I can get people who regularly read and/or write this stuff, that would DEFINITELY be awesome, I need people who are experienced in this genre of books to help me out, thanks!

Kind regards,

River

Abstract Wars

He drew in a broken breath as he clutched his sides, blood leaking between his fingers. His claws pierced through the fabric as he clutched at his shirt. His wings were covered in blood, guts and indescribable filth; a jagged claw marks were sliced across his wings, having penetrated to the other side. No doubt there would be an infection later, but right now, he didn’t care.

Bodies lay everywhere, maggots and other hellish creatures were already crawling out from their holes and starting to devour them. Flames burnt in several places throughout the remains of the battlefield, smoke filling the air and drenching his lungs. Which wouldn’t be so bad, cause he was used to that in what the mortals called “Hell”, “Sheol”, Underworld, etc. But due to the time he had spent in the mortal realm escaping from his own realm, he found himself…weakened…in his own element, his own world. His powers and abilities were…not as strong as they once were.

Hence the state he was in now.

He needed to get moving. He needed to find Gabriel. Make sure they were okay, that they were alive. And if he didn’t move, the underworld’s creatures would come for him, attracted to the scent of his wounds and the smell of potential death, and try to devour him. And in his compromised state, he probably would have a low chance of surviving.

But he couldn’t get that far before he collapsed to the ground, falling to his side, causing his claws to impale his side. A scream ripped through him as blood gushed from the now deepened wound. Mid scream, some blood squirted from his mouth before he started to cough violently, blood gurgling out over the sides of his lips.

“Jor’az?!”

That voice…it was screaming his name…wait!!! Fucking shitballs, he’s alive?!?

“Gabriel?! I’m over here!!!“

Please, please…

“Hold on!!” Gabriel called out and Jor’az, if he wasn’t so fucked up right now, would’ve noticed how Gabriel’s voice sounded like it was about to break at the sound of his voice. The kind of breaking someone goes through at getting confirmation that someone they deeply cared about…perhaps even more…was alive, and they had been torn about, unsure if they were dead or alive.

Jor’az himself was on the verge of tears, feeling a strange sensation at knowing that Gabriel was alive and was coming for his aide. During the entirety of the time they had known each other, they had hated each other, both on opposite sides, actively trying to capture, torture and/or kill the other, but now as Gabriel landed beside him and used his wings to prop Jor’az up while using his hands to touch the side of Jor’az’s face, Jor’az felt nothing but relief to see his nemesis alive. There was something else stirring in there, but Jor’az was just so fucking glad to be saved.

“Thank God you’re here…” Jor’az croaked out, his vision blurring as tears swelled up in his eyes.

Gabriel’s face tightened and a seering rage burned through his eyes as he also tried to fight the tears that were attempting to bash their way out. “He and the others are going to pay for putting us here…and doing this to you…”

Perhaps Jor’az would be up to questioning this later. Questioning why Gabriel’s eyes seemed full of relief, concern and…something else…something warmer towards his enemy than Jor’az had ever seen before when they had locked sights with each other. But right now, he just wanted to run. Get out. Hide. Sort out his wounds. Cause the heavenly beings were going to be coming. Along with the underground. And it was gonna be a fucking mess to witness, let alone be stuck in the middle of it.

Hey everyone! Not the best idea, but it’s a rough draft of a possible book idea I have, wanted to write out something based off of the enemies to lovers trope, obviously needs more fine tuning, but hmm…this will be fun to work with 🙂

Hope you guys are doing amazing! What are you all up to? Let me know your thoughts about this idea in the comments if you like.

Oh! And I also go by River now, instead of Racheal. So I will be figuring out a new title for my blog as well, I’m open to suggestions (cause River’s Novels don’t seem right, kinda want to see if there’s something different I can call it, involving the word ‘river’) ❤

Have a great day/night!

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My 2022

Well, 2022 was an interesting year, got to finish my foundation studies, was accepted into undergrad, got my P’s, got to go on planes for the first time, travel around, moving out and living in the dorms, and healing and figuring my true self out more, getting into cosplays and digital art. Learning to be more social and getting out in the community and making friends, getting to see some concerts, turning 20. But the most special time this year was getting to go overseas to America and meet my long distance partner in person!!! A big milestone in our relationship, loved every moment, it was amazing!!!

The biggest surprise of the year was discovering I’m a type 1 diabetic and having to learn how to adapt to that, going from never really having a need for doctors to suddenly getting this whole diagnosis and getting a GP and a care team.

Got to end 2022 seeing some of Adelaide’s new years fireworks for the first time, they were amazing!!! Hopefully next year I can see them in the city itself