Jul 14, 2023
The Beginning and the End
Macrame dress inspired by ACOTAR
By: @misslillyseverus
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The Beginning and the End
Macrame dress inspired by ACOTAR
By: @misslillyseverus
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I desperately want someone to be able to see through this almost impenetrable chamber of fake happiness I've slowly built up around myself, I'm forever wishing for even one person to be able to hear my painfully silent cries for help. I want someone to really listen, I want someone to really care, but most of all, I want someone to truly understand... this is no longer any choice of my own, this has completely taken me over, and with all the strength I have inside me fighting to regain control of my own life, this cruel evil monster fights back and pushes taking even more of me than it previously had. With each battle I enter, I leave with a little less of my self, it hurts, it hurts more than anything has even hurt me before, it's a constant pain, a terrifying pain, a deceitful pain. It runs after me, chases after me and when I run into the arms of safety I realise it was all one big game, I'm not safe, there is no safety, only an even greater pain disguising itself as protection, tricking me into running back into its cruel arms. This cycle never ends, and with every repeat, it drains my soul, sucking the life out of me which only strengthens this beast. I cannot win, it tears me apart and leaves me all alone at the bottom of the deepest darkest pit it can find, only to ignite a spark of hope that pulls me in filling my head with the idea that there may still be hope for me, as I get closer and closer, this feeling of hope grows and as soon as I convince myself I can do this, this beautiful light in the darkness pulls off its mask only to reveal that underneath there is an even deeper darkness, and it laughs in my face, it makes jokes about my false hope, about how weak and pathetic I am for even picturing that there is a way I can escape this. It has a hold on me, I'm in its world, a twisted maze that feeds off my pain, and what's even worse, it has trained me to only be able to find any sort of peace or comfort within it's wicked walls.
This is how I live. This is how my poison has become my medicine. This is living on ice.
Relapse
After almost 1 year
Of complete silence
it's calling me again
I don't want to go back
But the voice is calling
The ugly chalkboard screeching
voice
Talks endlessly in my mind
When the clock strikes 12 a.m.
It knows
That during the dark silent hours
I find the voice
To be that of a friend
Rather than the monster it truly is
And I am
Utterly terrified
-Z.S.
I felt like drawing Adventure Time so hereās my Flame Princess. Happy and laughing because she deserves nice things! ( kinda nervous to share )
šMy jolly sailor boldā
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The Little Princess
A/N- so this is my first time sharing any of my stories with anyone. I had this idea in the shower the other day, and it left me. It finally came back to me AS I WAS GETTING IN BED. I was slightly mad at my brain, but whatever. Here is the Epilogue to get started. Iām not sure how many parts this will be, or if anyone will even like it. Feedback and constructive criticism are much appreciated! I know this is short, but if my brain allows me, I will post another (longer!) part tomorrow!
Author: @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes
Prologue
āDean! DEAN! Stop it right now misterā¦ Dean I mean it!ā
You couldnāt breathe from laughing so hard. Dean had knocked you off the bed and was tickling you, almost to death.
āYou canāt make me!ā Dean sang in a childlike voice. He couldnāt stop smiling and giggling. Ā
Your hunter instincts kicked in and you somehow managed to fling him off of you and reverse the situation. You were now on top of him. He tried to sit up, but you pushed his shoulders back down to the dingy motel carpet.
āUh-uh Winchester. Itās my turn to be in charge for once.ā
You recalled with perfect memory how you had ended up here. You and Dean hooked up on occasion, but you were always careful. But this once, you were both more drunk than you intended, and protection was forgone. Not that your baby was a mistake, you could never regret her; you simply wished you had been a little smarter than the average sorority girl
But you were alone. Dean never wanted kids in this life. It was too dangerous, and you had to agree. You didnāt want to leave an orphan behind. So you got out. You never told Dean, Sam, or Cas. You just left, asking that they all respect your wishes to have a shot at ānormal.ā Sam and Cas agreed that you deserved it, and only wanted you to be happy. Dean on the other hand, he had begged you. Told you that he would treat you right, show you how much you actually meant to him; and it broke your heart to leave him like that. You and Dean had this unexplained chemistry, and everyone around you knew it. He deserved to know. He deserved the chance to be a father, a husband, a blue collar man with the house and the car and the dogs for the kids. You couldnāt bring yourself to face that heartbreak though. You knew Dean would never leave Sam. He would never leave the hunting life. He couldnāt. And even if he did, it would follow him wherever he went. You and your child would never be safe.
Looking down at your newborn baby girl, you couldnāt imagine having things any different. After 23 hours in labor, and an almost emergency c-section, you were finally meeting your daughter.
āWelcome to the world, Mary Grace.ā
Chapter 1
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This is a blog made for when I want to share bits of my world that is still in the progress of being made. I don't do this often, but I want to give it a go.