#8'))))

[grow1ng-gurl]

Entry #15

41 days in, and I’m 8 feet tall! Despite the constant headaches of hitting my head on doorframes, it’s adorable when Evan tries to kiss me but can only get just above my tits.

Speaking of which, they’ve gone up in size again. They’re about as big as Evan’s head, a fact that I make sure to show him every once in a while.

[hermes-running]

why am I heart broken lol

[leadxxr]

we have two pallets i'm making it my project to paint and decorate and weather to look like DBD pallets and then it's all over for you hoes on tiktok just wait

[botanikos]

If they were going to yell. . . then so will he! The prince joins the fray! But his. . . participation is rather undignified and horrifying.

[mslangermann-a]

‘ shhh. shh. sh. ‘

good morning // good night starters / accepting!

    Her husband’s blood was still on her hands. Tacky and black. Even if she washed it away Lynn was certain it would never leave, forever a stain on her skin. His last choked breaths still rang in her ears. How his body slumped onto hers was a phantom weight on her chest. She couldn’t even fight off the cultists as they carted her away, dragging her trembling body into a truck. 

    Hours had passed since she was brought to the church, the place where she’d last seen Blake, the real Blake, in the flesh. After that he was lost to the Bliss, and now… his blood soaked her. Lynn didn’t know what was going to happen—if she’d be killed or drugged—but she didn’t care. Not now. Fear and hatred and anguish roared within her, threatening to tear her apart and all she could managed was a choked sob, a weakened whine slipping past cracked lips. 

    Another woman sat at her side. Lynn didn’t look at her. Her gaze, wide and hollow, stared at her lap, watching as the blood creased with every twitch of her hands. The woman attempted to soothe her, to quiet her cries as a mother would to a child, but when she tried to put a hand on Lynn’s arm, Lynn flinched. Jolting in the pew, moving herself a few inches from the other, Lynn finally looked at her, her eyes alight in her fury. 

                                                   “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

@ezerkenegdc

[mslangermann-a]

reaperxfsin replied to your post “♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room, in her...”

Lynn: mom Alessa: we're just gonna play here together forever :)

NERVOUS LAUGHTER 

[safefromsin]

☕ - reassuring touch

TOUCH STARVED MEME / accepting!

    The pain etched on her face and the dark shadow over her eyes that came with it was as real as the air she breathed. There were no tricks, no lies, no cover ups to her true intention then. In that moment she was nothing more than someone who wanted to keep her friends safe, who wanted to know that they’d be okay. They never asked for this life. They did not accept it as she had and though she tried to free them, they were always taken away from her, left to suffer and break under the weight of sins they never committed. 

    Sara’s hands were curled tight around a coffee mug. The dark liquid was left untouched, growing cold. She looked to Eli and a pain thrummed in her chest. She would not shed tears. Not now. She needed to be strong --- for Alex. 

    “My friend... Alex... From the video,” she began, speaking slowly as not to lose her composure. “I told you he was with John... If you can’t get me out of here, then please... please get him out. I know Holland Valley isn’t your territory, but he needs help... John’s keeping him against his will and I-I... don’t know what to do. He has a family waiting for him. He needs to get out this place.” 

    There was a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. Still, Eli said nothing, but there was doubt in his eyes. Sara couldn’t look at him then. 

                                                      “Please... Help him.”  

@eli-whitetail