#a lil dark

Eddie had been doing great for years. He had kept those issues locked up, fucking tightly. Even when his ridiculously good looking coworker turned out to be great with Christopher. After the lawsuit and the fighting, it became more difficult, cuz goddamn did he want Buck. Eddie couldn’t risk losing Chris and Buck the way he had lost Claire, so he managed to keep his needs buried.

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Her clubmate’s words buzzed in her head. ‘ What if this was all just a dream? or ..a game? Like we aren't in control?’ She pulled her arms around her knees, bent up to her chest. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about her friends. Why would Monika say something like that? 

It seemed as if a voice was echoing in her brain. ‘ don't you want to know? ‘ It asked. Sayori stood from her bed, She was not sure why. Her legs felt light as she stepped to her wall. Like she was floating almost. 

She was not sure when she raised her arms and pressed her hands to the wall, or why. Little sparks rose from the pressure along her hands. She jumped back. Was it true? Was what Monika had said, real? She grabbed at her hair, not knowing what to think anymore. 

Her stomach turned. She felt like throwing up. Her body shook as her mind struggled to find the truth in the very things around her. ‘’A.. game....’’ 

Sayori couldn't remember pulling the dresser drawer open, she couldn't remember there ever being rope in there. ‘ escape sayori...’ The voice whispered. She swore it sounded like her friend..Monika.

‘‘Escape the game...’‘Sayori whispered as she stepped up onto the chair. ‘‘ ‘’Escape the game..’‘ Her eyes sullen, she knew she was not in control anymore. ‘‘Escape...the ...game..’‘

I made a studyblr for two reasons. One was for my studies. I’m testing the theory that having one makes me more focused. Still very debatable.

The more important reason is my sister. She always wanted one, in fact, she’s the one who introduced me to this whole thing. I wanted to, idk, carry on what she wanted to do. She’s sick, I think. Mentally ill in the head but my parents don’t believe in it. They outrightly deny and say that “no one in our family can have that” THOSE ARE LITERAL DIRECT QUOTATIONS. And it makes me so mad that they can just disregard that my sister is not okay over family name. As if having someone sick in the head makes our family any less proud

I don’t even know if I’m right or wrong. If my sister is even really sick. But what i do know is that my sister is an empty shell of who she was. My sister is broken and my parents are blinded by their pride to even see it on their daughter’s face. My sister needs medical attention or any kind of professional attention but my parents refuse.

And recently, she tried to leave and I was the one to find her. I was the one to stop her. I told my parents what happened and they just got mad. Mad that she was so ungrateful. Ungrateful of her life and things that they’re giving her.

So here, I don’t know your religion but pls pray for her. Pray for my parents so that they’ll get over their pride or at least acknowledge that something is wrong and this isn’t just “some teenage thing”(again, direct quotations).

she'd be trying to do different things to them too

the three cat-devil-ladies that circle siobhan can easily restrain her arms and wrestle her into a chair, starting to force-feed her as they prick at her gut with their talons, not relenting until siobhan is actually, like actually about to burst.

she's also be trying to force-feed porrim but she'd be specifically trying to get her to break her oaths, eating forbidden foods like pig and doing forbidden things, pork and anal and idk other stuff her gods don't like

cillia..... oh alecto would want to edge cillia for hours and hours and hours, not letting her have a break to calm herself down. when she's desperate for release, when she can't take it anymore.... renounce her. what has she done for you? For you, elf. Not what she lets you do for her.

I swerve a little to the left;

Not to preserve the sanctity of a body,

But to avoid getting your death on my tires.