“I don’t want to let them go…” Daniela sobs as she looks down at your battered body. Alcina had a maid tend to all of your wounds, and Daniela was allowed to remain in the room with you to keep an eye on you.
“You won’t have to, my sweetling.” Alcina whispered, kissing Daniela’s forehead before leaving the two of you alone. You are barely conscious but you still have enough strength to tap Daniela’s hand. She lifts her eyes to meet your half-lidded gaze.
“What are you so upset about? Hm?” “You got really hurt, Y/N! I was worried about you!” “You have no need to be...I’m fine now…”
Her lip trembles as tears rise up in her eyes. “No...no tears...Come here.” She gets onto the bed with you, her head under your chin as she gently sobs against your chest.
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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Nova: It is breaking and entering if you really think about it.
Juliette: A chonky dude with a white beard breaks into your house.
Andi: Like-
Juliette: Let me say it.
Andi: Go ahead...make me proud.
Juliette: Similar to Lebron James breaking you front door down saying "Want a sprite cranberry."
Andi: :loud wheezing:
Juliette: Or like the kool-aid man screaming "OH YEAHHHHHHH"
From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List
“This didn’t work out as I had intended.” They hum as they examine the smeared wax seal. The stark white against the beige envelope. Noir removes the wax seal and flick it elsewhere not wanting to look back on it. When they return their gaze to the envelope, the remnants of the white wax are still visible. They groan as they remove the letter from the envelope and toss it to the side. "This...I will handle later." They look to the other side of the room. "Now to deal with you." Noir mutters, gazing upon the bloodied corpse of their husband.
Some poetry from my writing page ^^
"Why are you being so sensitive" My mother would say I am not being sensitive I am showing emotion
I do not speak out when spoken to Afraid of the actions of those around me It doesn't matter if it is good or not It will always set me on edge
I tremble in fear and anguish Anxiety eating at me like a virus Or like humans Feeding off of the drama around them
They go back and forth Leaving my mind going in spirals Downward into Tartarus The place that my goddess mind has turned into.
A place of fear A place of stillness A place of never ending despair
Now I'm starting to realize, Oizys Why you are the way that you are
When you post to the wrong account:
How I feel most of the time
This woman will fall asleep in any and all positions
She’s flexible remember?
She will find a spot and lay down
Not only lay down, she’d stay down
Knocked the fuck out, splash her to wake her up asleep
Have to put an ice cube down her shirt to wake her up
AND SHE’LL WAKE UP PERFECTLY CALM
How she sleeps: portrayed by cats
Someone, please draw Navra like this
Look at my girl!
Juliette: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.
Poison: Puppy...what did you do?
Everyone’s all like “Be what you want to attract”
My aesthetic says Goth. But how I act is totally different. I look and sound intimidating as fuck but I'm not unless I need to be.
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