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Intro
Heya, Iâm Selene. This account is getting re-tooled to mainly be for my writing since I said fuck it and just started reblogging horny shit on main. (I also follow back from there)
There may be harder kinks here so if thatâs not your deal you are more than allowed to block or unfollow.
Beneath the read moreâll be my tags and a list of my writing.
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End. - Chapter 3: Crimson
(CWs: Self-harm, blood, suicidal ideation)
You feel lost wandering outside of your room to look for Amy. Your perspective feels warped and you feel smaller than you should be. You desperately need to tell Amy something, but the hallway isn't quite right. Each door just opens to another unfamiliar room. Some surrounded in darkness, some with antique furniture youâd find at a thrift shop, some look like your apartment. The hallway itself bubbles and warps. The very earth around you seeming to adjust to placate the structure atop it. Your heart pounds, your fingers tingle, you feel as though each step you take could sink you into the floorboards, your mind jumps not to the thought of splinters and wood but of sticky tar. Each step feels more and more trepidatious. Each inch further feels like the walls are closing in. Each assortment of rooms you do not quite remember having mock and jeer at your attempts. There is never another soul, not your parents, not your friends, not even a stray bug, and certainly not Amy. As you feel your limbs strain under the weight of each step you feel ready to give up. To curl in a ball and sob. If you decide to stop now you will never see her again.
A door opens near what seems to be the end of the hall, too long, too wide, dimensions not quite right. Effervescent light pours from the frame, a tide of something so brilliant it could wash away nearly every ailment of your soul. And out walks Amy. She doesnât even look your way as she leaves. You turn a corner and find your family towering over you in the living room as if you were a dog, scheming for scraps. Your parentsâ faces are not all there. A blurry airbrushed patch of skin that seems to change with each bodily movement. Your parents seem to be smiling, at least what you can imagine to be a smile when they look like this. They great you with warmth, like you have been gone for far too long. Amy just⌠stares down upon you, unreadable, bereft of the warmth you know that hides just behind the surface of her skin. She shakes her head and leaves through the back door. The light in the hall darkens, what once was brilliant and comforting now crawling and slithering. The paint upon the wall peels, the wood beneath your feet rots, and your parents are nowhere to be seen as you search for them in a panic.
you wake up, cold sweat permeating your pajamas and a small area around you in bed, stomach tied in knots. you think youâre gonna be sick, gag reflex already activating so you sit up, look at the clock. 4:45am. you embarrassed yourself the night before, itâs coming back to you, too many drinks, too many hits from your dab pen, too many words. your sister drove you home after you got belligerent, you feel a pang of guilt forcing them to be the mature one and take you home. it pushes you over the edge.
rushing to the bathroom you barely make it in time to spill your guts in the toilet, everything from the previous night coming back up like all the words you said desperately to her. the way you apologized over and over, the way you asked if she hates you, you could tell in her look of course she did. she was furious. she had to be. bile and beer and shitty 12am fast food all make their second appearance and you continue to heave, nothing left to get rid of. you start to sob.
you hear a soft knock, rhythmic, on the bathroom door. fuck, you woke someone up. you hear her voice from the other side of the door.
âsis are you alright?â
you choke back sobs, âi-iâm fine, i just⌠got a little sick is allâŚâ
âcan i come in?â she says, calmly.
âno no itâsâŚ. itâs fine i can deal with it myself.â
she opens the door anyways, comes in to see you crumpled on the floor, you look up at her for just a second before hiding your face again. no need to show her youâve been crying, thatâs manipulative, you think.
âoh sisâŚâ you hear her say, comforting tone overtaking everything.
âiâm sorry,â you sniffle, âim sorry im sorry i know i fucked up im sorry-â
âhey! enough sorries,â she cuts you off, âwhatâs happened has happened ok? youâre in no state to talk about it now, just⌠let me take care of you, ok?â
âno!!â you push her away, âthatâs what got me in this mess i can take care of myself!â
she comes back, slower this time, a hand softly rubbing your back.
âhey⌠iâm taking care of you because i want to, sis⌠thereâs no need to hurt yourself any further, donât martyr yourself for my sake.â
âbut i-i donât d-deserve it,â the sobs are returning in full force.
âthis isnât about deserving it, youâre my sister and youâre in pain⌠now come on⌠let me take care of you⌠please?â
so you relent. she picks you up off the floor, instructs you to rinse your mouth out, you brush your teeth for good measure. she walks you back to your bedroom and tells you to wait while she gets water. you always feel cold and clammy after throwing up, and the sheets have dried enough to feel like a soft, warm place to land. you lay there waiting for her return.
sheâs carrying a glass of water, a couple pills she instructs you to take, and tells you to drink small sips of water. she looks satisfied with herself, pets your head just a little, softly. you expect her to leave now, she fixed you, time to go back to your thoughts. instead she tells you to scoot over.
âwhat? why?â
âyouâre not sleeping alone tonight sis, iâm not letting you.â
âweâre too old for this,â you weakly protest, âitâs not right.â
âhey, i want to,â she replies, âi wanna take care of you, what are sisters for, right?â
she lays down next to you, opening her arms for you to snuggle into, and you oblige. sheâs warm and soft, her skin against yours, normally youâd worry about this much contact with your sister but tonight you need the comfort. she wraps her arms around you tightly, rubbing soft circles on your back. you cry again, unable to hold in the emotions.
âthank you,â is all you can get out.
âhey, itâs no problem, sis. i just love you is all.â
âi love you too, baby sis,â you say, half delirious, already falling asleep in her arms, âi love you.â
you fall asleep crying in her arms, soft pets and light brushes of her fingers on your arms and neck reminding you sheâs there. all you hope as you finally pass out is that sheâs still here in the morning when you wake up. you say a soft prayer to the pillowcase that she is. maybe, you think, this time god will listen.
Iâm never puppy stressed when I have my puppy âcest
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i think i deserve to be humiliated n forced to say thank u for it
we saw you from across the bar and you looked really anxious. can you tell us five things you can see, four things you can hear. okay good, weâre glad youâre okay. do you wanna come home with us and have a threesome?
time will continue to pass us by, and the plot will develop as it does, but in between those big moments are the little ones between you and your sister. the things that matter the most to you, honestly. she really does understand you like nobody else. Sarah comes close, and things are often far less complicated with her, but Lena⌠you wouldn't admit this out loud to anyone, because you know how loaded it is, but the longer she lives with you the more you feel likeâŚ
soulmates?
^Strange woman who just wants to get high, phone in bed, and used 24/7
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End. - Chapter 3: Crimson
(CWs: Self-harm, blood, suicidal ideation)
You feel lost wandering outside of your room to look for Amy. Your perspective feels warped and you feel smaller than you should be. You desperately need to tell Amy something, but the hallway isn't quite right. Each door just opens to another unfamiliar room. Some surrounded in darkness, some with antique furniture youâd find at a thrift shop, some look like your apartment. The hallway itself bubbles and warps. The very earth around you seeming to adjust to placate the structure atop it. Your heart pounds, your fingers tingle, you feel as though each step you take could sink you into the floorboards, your mind jumps not to the thought of splinters and wood but of sticky tar. Each step feels more and more trepidatious. Each inch further feels like the walls are closing in. Each assortment of rooms you do not quite remember having mock and jeer at your attempts. There is never another soul, not your parents, not your friends, not even a stray bug, and certainly not Amy. As you feel your limbs strain under the weight of each step you feel ready to give up. To curl in a ball and sob. If you decide to stop now you will never see her again.
A door opens near what seems to be the end of the hall, too long, too wide, dimensions not quite right. Effervescent light pours from the frame, a tide of something so brilliant it could wash away nearly every ailment of your soul. And out walks Amy. She doesnât even look your way as she leaves. You turn a corner and find your family towering over you in the living room as if you were a dog, scheming for scraps. Your parentsâ faces are not all there. A blurry airbrushed patch of skin that seems to change with each bodily movement. Your parents seem to be smiling, at least what you can imagine to be a smile when they look like this. They great you with warmth, like you have been gone for far too long. Amy just⌠stares down upon you, unreadable, bereft of the warmth you know that hides just behind the surface of her skin. She shakes her head and leaves through the back door. The light in the hall darkens, what once was brilliant and comforting now crawling and slithering. The paint upon the wall peels, the wood beneath your feet rots, and your parents are nowhere to be seen as you search for them in a panic.
Artist is @saagelius on Twitter
End. - Chapter 3: Crimson
(CWs: Self-harm, blood, suicidal ideation)
You feel lost wandering outside of your room to look for Amy. Your perspective feels warped and you feel smaller than you should be. You desperately need to tell Amy something, but the hallway isn't quite right. Each door just opens to another unfamiliar room. Some surrounded in darkness, some with antique furniture youâd find at a thrift shop, some look like your apartment. The hallway itself bubbles and warps. The very earth around you seeming to adjust to placate the structure atop it. Your heart pounds, your fingers tingle, you feel as though each step you take could sink you into the floorboards, your mind jumps not to the thought of splinters and wood but of sticky tar. Each step feels more and more trepidatious. Each inch further feels like the walls are closing in. Each assortment of rooms you do not quite remember having mock and jeer at your attempts. There is never another soul, not your parents, not your friends, not even a stray bug, and certainly not Amy. As you feel your limbs strain under the weight of each step you feel ready to give up. To curl in a ball and sob. If you decide to stop now you will never see her again.
A door opens near what seems to be the end of the hall, too long, too wide, dimensions not quite right. Effervescent light pours from the frame, a tide of something so brilliant it could wash away nearly every ailment of your soul. And out walks Amy. She doesnât even look your way as she leaves. You turn a corner and find your family towering over you in the living room as if you were a dog, scheming for scraps. Your parentsâ faces are not all there. A blurry airbrushed patch of skin that seems to change with each bodily movement. Your parents seem to be smiling, at least what you can imagine to be a smile when they look like this. They great you with warmth, like you have been gone for far too long. Amy just⌠stares down upon you, unreadable, bereft of the warmth you know that hides just behind the surface of her skin. She shakes her head and leaves through the back door. The light in the hall darkens, what once was brilliant and comforting now crawling and slithering. The paint upon the wall peels, the wood beneath your feet rots, and your parents are nowhere to be seen as you search for them in a panic.
Like seriously it is so sad I am attractive and high and not getting passed around like a blunt at some party ;_;
I
Am very high rn
I need at least 4 sets of hands petting and groping me
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End. - Index
The world is ending, you are in love with your sister but never told her, you might not ever be able to but you need to at least be near her.
Chapter 1 - Transmission
Chapter 2 - Decay
Chapter 3 - Crimson
Added chapter 3 <3
End. - Chapter 3: Crimson
(CWs: Self-harm, blood, suicidal ideation)
You feel lost wandering outside of your room to look for Amy. Your perspective feels warped and you feel smaller than you should be. You desperately need to tell Amy something, but the hallway isn't quite right. Each door just opens to another unfamiliar room. Some surrounded in darkness, some with antique furniture youâd find at a thrift shop, some look like your apartment. The hallway itself bubbles and warps. The very earth around you seeming to adjust to placate the structure atop it. Your heart pounds, your fingers tingle, you feel as though each step you take could sink you into the floorboards, your mind jumps not to the thought of splinters and wood but of sticky tar. Each step feels more and more trepidatious. Each inch further feels like the walls are closing in. Each assortment of rooms you do not quite remember having mock and jeer at your attempts. There is never another soul, not your parents, not your friends, not even a stray bug, and certainly not Amy. As you feel your limbs strain under the weight of each step you feel ready to give up. To curl in a ball and sob. If you decide to stop now you will never see her again.
A door opens near what seems to be the end of the hall, too long, too wide, dimensions not quite right. Effervescent light pours from the frame, a tide of something so brilliant it could wash away nearly every ailment of your soul. And out walks Amy. She doesnât even look your way as she leaves. You turn a corner and find your family towering over you in the living room as if you were a dog, scheming for scraps. Your parentsâ faces are not all there. A blurry airbrushed patch of skin that seems to change with each bodily movement. Your parents seem to be smiling, at least what you can imagine to be a smile when they look like this. They great you with warmth, like you have been gone for far too long. Amy just⌠stares down upon you, unreadable, bereft of the warmth you know that hides just behind the surface of her skin. She shakes her head and leaves through the back door. The light in the hall darkens, what once was brilliant and comforting now crawling and slithering. The paint upon the wall peels, the wood beneath your feet rots, and your parents are nowhere to be seen as you search for them in a panic.
