#stabtrick

          @stabtrick​​   met   a   witch   !        ↳   ✉       “   is this okay   ?   ”      Noticing Trauma sentence starters.

          Does   the   wolf   apologize   ,   when   it   stands   on   top   ?   the   pain   that   spoke   through   her   bones   reminded   her   of   the   fate   of   the   martyr   she   had   chosen   ,   but   her   heart   would   not   give   up   ;   blood   dripped   onto   the   black   dry   earth   and   she   stared   at   those   sticky   drops   ,   his   words   echoing   in   her   head   making   her   want   to   scream   .   but   the   tears   were   streaming   down   her   cheeks   only   because   it   hurt   ,   it   was   causing   her   pain   ,   not   because   she   had   had   enough   .   her   will   was   too   strong   to   be   broken   by   someone   like   him   .   a   plain   ,   empty   dog   ,   whose   sole   purpose   is   to   hunt   more   flesh   ,   gut   it   ,   and   leave   it   .   the   simplicity   of   his   actions   was   downright   disgusting   ;   wandering   aimlessly   in   the   darkness   until   the   doom   which   was   inevitable   came   with   each   wound   faster   and   faster   ,   with   each   scar   and   scream   .

                     ❝   no   .   stop   it   ,   enough   ❞                     she   groaned   ,   barely   gasping   for   breath   as   she   tried   to   crawl   forward   ,   not   looking   around   at   the   blood   of   others   ,   at   the   lying   pieces   of   meat   cut   off   from   its   rightful   owners   .   what   was   she   going   to   say   that   would   make   him   stop   ?   was   there   anything   she   could   do   now   ?   the   chill   that   slowly   seeped   through   the   flesh   in   her   open   wounds   took   away   her   strength   ,   and   the   pain   took   away   her   mind   .   with   the   last   of   her   strength   she   looked   up   into   the   golden   eyes   that   stared   at   her   nonstop   ,   his   restless   breathing   beating   to   the   rhythm   of   her   heart   .   she   opened   her   mouth   ,   wanting   to   whisper   anything   out   ,   but   nothing   almost   passed   her   throat   for   a   long   moment   .   another   moan   of   pain   ,   along   with   the   tears   she   choked   ,   released   a   cascade   of   words   that   swirled   in   her   throat   .                     ❝   let   me   go   ,   i'm   begging   you   .   let   me   do   my   thing   so   everyone…   ❞                     she   stopped   .

jordan  said  this  is  a  hate  crime

lets say for this scenario that xe’s wearing a jacket with pockets LOL bc otherwise xe doesn’t usually wear clothing that has (deep enough) pockets to hold more than just wallet and keys. the thing is actually, xe’ll often forget xer wallet and/or keys anyway... but some must haves: phone, earphones (cherry cant do airpods xe already lost 2 sets so xe uses wired earphones bc theyre also cheaper), chapstick (cherry flavored lol), swiss army knife (its useful! sometimes xe’ll have it in xer jeans pocket even when xe doesn’t have xer keys or wallet... cherry’s become very good at lock picking xer own apartment with the knife), small notebook & pen (for the rare times inspiration strikes when xe’s out), a 5 hour energy, and a pack of trident layers cherry + lime flavored gum

@stabtrick​ said:    ❛   i bet you do.   ❜

                      𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋     /     accepting.

         it   took   an   awful   lot   to   push   the   cryo   user   over   the   edge           ⸻     pick   her   apart,    piece   by   piece   until   what   was   left   was   an   irritable,   hot  -  headed   woman.   there   wasn’t   a   time   of   recent   that   she   could   recall   feeling   this   way,   it   was   simply   that   much   of   a   challenge   for   one   to   accomplish   this.   &   yet,   here   she   was   .  .  .   lips   pursed   &   a   slight   furrow   between   her   brows   as   she   stared   pointedly   at   him   with     an   icy   coldness.   isolde   was   nearing   her   breaking   point.   “        is   it   your   sole   purpose   to   bother   me   this   much  ?     how   pathetic   of   you.        ”