.
You deserve better - you’re alive aren’t you? What animal deserves to be in pain? Just because a fox falls for a lure, that doesn’t mean it deserves to suffer the inhumane consequences of that choice.
Even if your choices have been self sabotaging, you still deserve to feel good about yourself and your life. You deserve to heal from your pain. Once you’re in the trap of thinking yourself undeserving of better it’s so so hard to make choices that ‘prove’ otherwise to yourself but please trust me when I say you do deserve to feel better.
It will be hard. It will suck. It won’t be fair. But I hope you remember that the potential of future happiness is worth the present fight.
:') thank you so much, anon. It really is hard to believe it right now, but I'll try and keep your words in mind.
Whumpee abducted by aliens & experimented on.
We honestly need more of this
Honestly I'm so pumped about getting to write Wren's recovery at long last
I'm being whumped by Spanish again
Symbolism: What does writing mean to you? How has it impacted your life?
this is old as heck but it's from this ask game, sorry it took so long ^^'
Apart from writing I'm not artsy at all, so it's the only outlet I have for my ideas, and I've always had quite a lot of those. It's escapist, it's fun (despite how freakin hard it is), it helps me with improving my English. And, of course, it gets me that sweet, sweet validation, but also has helped me find amazing friends over the years.
First sentence: "Don't fight me."
“Don’t fight me,” Cheyenne whispered, her lips grazing the rabbit’s ear as she struggled beneath her.
The woman whined quietly, too weak to force her body to put up the fight that her soul so desperately yearned for and instead going limp beneath the vicious blonde that kept her pinned to the forest floor. She closed her eyes and tried to slip somewhere deep inside of herself, tried to let the pricks and stings of the bright purple thistles that pressed into the bare skin of her back fade into her despair, but she was dragged back to her reality by the metallic flick of a knife being opened far too close for comfort.
The rabbit’s eyes flew open and her breath caught in her chest as she looked up at Cheyenne with unbridled fear, her spine stiffening unnaturally as the tip of the blade touched to the skin of her chest, cool metal drawing a teasing line down the cleft of her breasts. Cheyenne followed with eyes sparkling with lust and excitement, an expression that the rabbit knew would inevitably lead to blood being drawn no matter how much she begged and fought against the woman whose hips rolled into hers and pressed her harder into the dirt.
The knife split her skin with a terrifying ease, leaving behind a crimson trail of blood that drew a vivid line down the deep brown skin even when the silver blade was pulled away, and the rabbit closed her eyes against the sight of Cheyenne’s lust for her suffering.
I follow you because your stories are great and because you, as a person, are amazing! You're really great and I wish you'll be happier soon!!!
What kind of story would you want to hear? I have both wren ideas and random life stories. I can help take your mind off things!
🥺 Thank you so, so much, you’re such a kind, amazing person too!
I’d love to hear both, if that’s not too much, but choose whichever you’d rather share! :D
35 with lev?
He's preparing for the day he'll disappear forever. If he's good enough, then, Graham will be alive, and free. Niels will be alive and free. He'll have done the right thing.
And he'll be gone.
Because that's how this works, right? If he's good enough, if he's a good boy, just like the man wants, they'll be let go. Martin will fly him to wherever, and he'll live whatever life he has left in tbe company of the man.
But there's one thing he wants to ask for, before they leave. He knows he can't. But he wants it. He wants it so badly.
Can I have one last kiss? Please. It's not much. I just want to kiss him one more time, and then... And then I'm yours.
And what would Martin say?
Sure. But then I'll kill him.
He couldn't ruin everything, couldn't risk it. Not now. Not when he was so close.
So he can't ask that. But he can think about asking it. He can think about it every day and every night, until the tears are all dried up and unconsciousness takes him.