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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

Midst of a writing block but I did manage to explore a bit and write my (I think) first poem that wasn’t an assignment in school lol Trigger warning for implied abuse, murder, and weird surrealism/creepy crawly imagery #poem #originalwriting

Two hands up and down, curls over an eye like its eyelids.
A girl, in the whistling woods, and winds strong enough to tilt the trees at an angle.
Skirt flings around, and footsteps echo behind her

Her eyes, wide, darting back, staring at the eye
Its body is large, with legs like fingers, crawling like a spider
A tongue laps up above the bottom hand, dragging across the dirt
Drool dripping down, leaving the ground sheen

Over a branch, she falls, hands meeting wet sludge
The same sheen, with the texture of mucus, appears all around
Her head snaps up, and its tongue darts out, curling around the body

Her eyes snap shut

And when an eye tentatively opens, she freezes
Within her father’s arms, the warmth feels repulsive
Good morning, love, what are you doing out here?
That smile, curved sharply at the edges
Plays itself like a broken record
In her mind, again and again

She stands as a shadow in his doorway
Long dark lines stretching across the ground
Her body expanding up into the roof itself

She doesn’t think about it too hard
But the wooden indents of the knife press themselves into her hand
And the blood dripping off it calms the senses

This is love, it’s what he always said
So as cursed as it sounds in her mind, she is still his little girl
And the screams that reflects back are hugs
Warm, wet hugs.

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 11/09/2025

Little teaser on something else I’m working on. This is probably another self-insert, Millow x Striker, but first person POV There’s a sort of closed off, tsundere kind of dynamic from Millow here and nice banter as usual #helluvabossstriker

Between jobs, I hauled myself under the heat Wrath had bestowed upon me. It was unforgiving; the rays themselves felt like I was being cooked alive. Everything I owned to my name was stuffed in a bag on my back, and the weight of it pulled me down with every step.

Striker was just in front, his tail swaying completely unbothered, and his rucksack much lighter. He had suggested I come with him on this…trip. He said it was a mission. Then proceeded to describe plans to crash a wedding of another assassin, because they had some sort of ‘feud’ years ago. Whether it was some prank or revenge, I suppose I’ll have a hand in it.

“So,” he drawled and flicked his tail, brushing up sand in the process, “Are ya regretting carryin’ so much now?” He turned around, with his hat tilted at a beautiful angle, casting a shadow that made his yellow snake eyes glow.

I scoffed and kept my thoughts to myself. “No, Strikes, I’d rather not stink. You’d be surprised at how an extra pair of clothes can help the issue,” I retorted quickly, trying to take a jab.

My ears flicked above my head, picking up his groan that followed. Striker adjusted his hat as he started walking beside me. “You’re really a pain, aren’t ya? Can’t do nothin’ but call me out. Such a sharp tongue for a hound.”

I felt the chuckle rise the moment he opened his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d actually admit it.” I shrugged and swayed playfully. My head leaned back and I teased, “You know, maybe Fizzarolli was right, mouthwash would help.”

Now that name made his tail spike up. Another puff of sand brushed up behind him and clicked his tongue. “Shut up. That purse dog has nothin’ to do with this.” His fist gripped tight, and his eyes stared forward into the distance, where a small town resided. Not that he was looking there. He was more focused on getting them back soon and Blitz. “Can’t wait till I crush those damn pests. The world’ll be better without them.”

I hitched an eyebrow. That’s the ego speaking. “That sounds like a lot.” My eyes were focused ahead; we were getting close to that little hideout he’d mentioned.

He laughed heartily, pulling his knife out and touching the blade like he was worshipping it. I swallowed. His eyes shone with determination, and he licked the blunt edge in thought. “Not enough to kill the buggers, apparently. Don’t worry, you’ll get a front row seat to it, darlin’. Ain’t nothing like a showdown where I break them like a horse.”

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

Thought I might introduce my original story to you guys The Seers of Marionacle is a low fantasy, psychological novel mainly about an amnesiac trespasser wandering around the castle, and trying to find out who he is! Here’s the in progress blurb I have crafted! #originalwriting

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

Also I know this is a bit of a late update but I ended up finishing this WIP midst of August and let me say, I think the tension is absolutely splendid, so check it out if you’re interested! #helluvaboss #helluvabossstriker

A fanfiction called Gun Kissed based on a main pairing of Striker/Original OC on ao3

Millow’s work as a bodyguard includes a special part in its discreet delivery. His white fur as a hellhound makes him elegant, and he uses it as a cover, pretending to be an escort while protecting his client.

It’s only when Striker walks into the same event that Millow remembers what exactly he’s good at. Cornering and distracting the dangerous man into doing just what he wants. And fucking over his own client just for the fun of it.

• Written in first person perspective, a separate AU of bodyguard/escort Millow meeting Striker for the first time and having too much fun during it. Millow might or might not have been admiring Striker before they even met.

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

Got this beautiful pin from @andreafern4ndez.bsky.social on Etsy for my bday and I’m very much in love with it :D

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 10/08/2025

Had a beautiful dream last night about Striker and am very curious to explore it in writing You’ll have to excuse the weird numbers I’ve included in this fic because Idk why but the numbers 11 20 11 20 came up in my dreams when he asked me how long I’ve waited

“You know,” Striker started, leaning with his back against the balcony fence, “I had to send in some kind of form, evidence of our…connection. Felt like a license. Permission slip to touch you the way I want.” The corner of his slips curled up in a little grin, like he was laughing at the process in his head. He smiled wider, more confident, like he thought, “as if they can stop me.” His tail flicked between the wooden frame of the fence lazily in thought. “They sure know how to make a man wait.”

You gave a half shrug, not really sure what to do but wait for the letter. It was difficult to hide the need though. It had been crawling through your veins, right under your skin, where it burned for his touch. Even when you wanted to crawl into his lap, you just tried to ignore it, tried to push it down. It will come soon. You told yourself that again and again. But nowadays, it has been harder to believe with each repetition.

He must’ve seen the way your face turned away and changed. He had a way of watching you closely. It made you shy, knowing how he sees you, as his beautiful pretty boy. His gaze always seemed to wrap you close even if he was still relaxed, both elbows on the fence.

His eyes dropped down and back up, like he was taking the image of you in. “You’ve been waiting, haven’t ya? How long’s it been?”

You shifted your weight to the other leg. “About…eleven, maybe twenty,” you said, the number of weeks already in your head. You had thought about it too often, even if the actual number slipped from your grasp. Of his body hovering over you, breathing and saying those sweet words in a drawl, making sure you felt safe, secure, and in no one else’s arms except for his.

He brushed his tongue over his teeth. His eyes still steady on you, with an intensity in them that lingered. He pushed off the fence. And in two smooth strides, he was already incredibly close, close enough you were hyper aware of your own scent wafting. Striker moved his head into the curve of your neck like he was checking your arousal for himself.

He breathed in slow, taking his time. Your scent was incredibly warm, and it made his arms itch to touch you more. He already wanted to slip his hand under your shirt and up your back, pressing your body close to his.

He relented that desire, settling on a slow certain hand around your waist. The grip was warm and sure, pulling you closer to his warmth. His voice dropped into something breathless but certain. “Well,” he murmured, lips brushing your neck. “We might not be able to wait.”

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 03/01/2025

Without downloading any new pics, what’s your energy going into 2025?

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Yes, but I wouldn’t say it frightens me. I’d say it comforts me to almost process those feelings in words and share it with people who feel the same. 🧵

Your Result:
Fear
You create from fear. For almost as long as you can remember, you have been terrified. There is a near constant panic in your chest that threatens to leave you completely petrified. Your art is an attempt to confront what frightens you most, to face it head on rather than always continuing to run away. It is a battle, your best effort at fighting back against the fear filling your chest. You create art about what scares you in order to steel yourself against it. There are easier and more pleasant things to create art about, but you don't want to let your fear rule you, so you force yourself to give it an audience through your work. You

audience through your work. You depict your worst nightmares so that they won't take up so much space in your mind. Art is a safe place to come to terms with everything that makes you feel unsafe.

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 29/10/2024

I’m starting to think that I don’t have enough yarn for two sides of the borders. Perhaps a change of plans is in order?

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Millow ☁️🪽comms open! @merluvs.bsky.social · 27/10/2024

I’m going to pick back up knitting and aim for a small throw on blanket for like the sofa or my chair. Starting with this wheat colour and waffle pattern for the edges!