TheHollowSystem

Tw: discussion of death. 

Having to tell someone or something that I love that they are going to die is not the hardest part of what I must do. I hate to feel them leave, the emptiness in those moments as they are laid to rest… and then it is gone. I hate that it is gone. I hate that I cannot feel it. The emptiness. The loss. As soon as they are gone, it is as well. It is their dying that hurts, not their death. So I give them their death song when no one is around to say “I’m sorry for your loss” as though it is the loss that hurts. I tell them about their choice if I did not get a chance to when they were alive. I give my thanks for all they have done. I sing their death song and restart every time I am interrupted, I sing until I reach the end and then I say “thank you” another time before leaving to get on with my day because this is what has become normal to me. The telling, the dying, the death, the choice, and their song. 

We draw and paint and carve and scribble

I hope you all had fun this year,

even if it was just a little

but when the day is done

and this battle of creativity and fun

has come to pass,

when everyone’s posted their last attack

I say to all of you

“Good morning, evening, afternoon, and night!”

scores are yet to show

but I don’t think that’s what really matters

it’s the friends we made and the games we played

that will live on

so goodnight and fair well Artfight

we’ll see you next year, dear friends

the day is done and pencils are put down

goodnight my fellow artists

(Thoughts pile up like the corpses in a ravine. Are they the fire or the ones who lit it?)

oh god oh god oh god

they hate you

they know they know they know

you just ate that

wanna throw up need to throw up gonna throw up can’t

they’re going to kill you they’re gonna fucking kill you

shit shit shit

Don’t cry don’t cry

you really are just some whiny little bitch, aren’t you?

I’m sorry I’m so so so so sorry

Don’t hurt me

please don’t hurt me

it’s gonna hurt

yep I was right

breathe

breathe

with what lungs?

SD? R? K? Anyone?

Anyone there?

it hurts

so so so bad

it hurts

gotta hide gotta hide

where?

get away from me

I said GET AWAY

why do you NEVER listen

oh god

shit. Found me.

They’re gonna kill me gonna make it hurt

stay away from me

please please please

I’m sorry

please

so so sorry

For, at least, one of my wolf theriotypes and to feel more in my sense of identity. my number is 021-X

If the Spirits, Shadow people, or other entities don’t play nice they better start paying rent.

I want to scream

to make someone fucking hear me for once

the more I think about everything

the harder it becomes to process

I want to punch something

i did

the wall

it didn’t hurt as much as it should have

I’m angry

at myself and everything else

and now the only thing I can do

as anger turns to sorrow

is curl up and cry where no one can hear me

I want someone out there to hear me

to actually listen

just not like this

Welp, first post on Tumblr, so introductions I guess:

gonna start this out with a disclaimer. Don’t like, don’t interact. I doesn’t matter what it is on my account, just don’t interact with me if you don’t like it

Hi, I’m H. I’m the one who’s usually fronting (either me or SD). I’m not sure what else to put so… I like plants. They/them (genderfluid)

K is a little, despite this do not treat them as such. Any pronouns other than feminine ones. Will start talking about random stuff that isn’t relevant to the currant topic.

SD is our main protector. Any pronouns. Likely will not interact with you on here unless they feel the need to.

R is another protector (less overprotective though.). She/they but fine with any. Not fronting very often.