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Note: drawings 6-8 are based off a actual thing that happened to me.
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High school...
Note: drawings 6-8 are based off a actual thing that happened to me.
fight (smashes them together like action figures)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
-Tribunal- ...Why all the councillors gotta be so harsh, you know? Honesty- they see a 14 year old on the platform and show no mercy T0T
Puts a muzzle on you
(She tries to wriggle away as it’s being put on, her expression contorting as she grunts with effort. Once it’s secured, she stumbles backward in a panic, trying desperately to claw or tear it off her face. She grunts and screams angrily, but progressively, she starts to hyperventilate and sob. She manages to scratch up her cheeks and jaw, even her ears around where the straps are, even breaking a nail on the bars of the muzzle.)
Have you ever leapfrogged over your present self and wound up in the future?
When Today Isn't Today
i've helped you lie to your parents, friends, & your boss... what's one more? (From the platonic bond starters)
"I hate lying to anyone...I try not to if I can help it." After a moment, The Hunter glanced downwards, his eyes filling with shame and regret at the memories of how many times he had lied or bent the truth, even to the people he cared about the most.
He'd always had a good reason to do so, at least that's what he believed when he did it, some secrets were just too dangerous to share, some truths were too dangerous to be revealed. But regardless of his reasons, taking advantage of the people around him and the trust they placed in his word always gnawed at some part of his soul, it weighed on him as a burden he could never truly shift. But this wasn't some grand secret or dangerous truth, this was something he was truly ashamed of, something no one could know, it was selfish and it twisted him up inside to hide it but he was afraid..
"You....You know of the mark I bare, you are one of the few people who do...But nobody else can know, not my family, not my friends, no one...I can't..." The memory of it and the horrified thought as to what would happen if his shame was discovered stabbed at his chest, for a moment he found it hard to breathe.
kill...
kill kill kill kill kill
no.......i dont...
I never got to be a victim
I was too busy surviving
And then pushed into the narrative of survivor
Someone who had already gotten through the horrors
And succeeded
I am not the person you want me to be
Strong and Tame and Usable
I am a mess of crossed wires
Tangled chains
A Spiderweb of Hurt
I was a child once
Do you even care?