𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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You finally remembered!

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transgender

love yourself

Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

@discardedPasts[DP]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @ephemeralminx "you're So Much Nicer Like This." ahhh, Yeah, Probably. An Absent Nod That Makes Your Head Swim. He's Always Saying Stuff Like This. More Stuff. He Talks So Muuuuch. You Think You Used To Hate It? Maybe You Still Do. But His Voice Fills This Block That's Become Your Entire World, And Goddd, It's So Good To Hear Anyone. you're So Lonely. and He's Here. "are You Listening?" another Nod. Your Mouth Opens To Answer, But Nothing Comes Out Save A Sigh. That's Fine. While Magnum Only Complained About Your Voice Sometimes, Jaeden Has Always Detested It. You Try So Hard To Keep It Down. He Grasps Your Upper Arm In One Hand, The Other Pulling And Twisting To Disengage Your Prosthetic. "... Christ, You're Already Gone." That Silky Voice That You Were So Desperate To Hear Is Dripping With Disdain. ... It Still Sounds So, So Good. It's So Quiet Here. "whatever. Just Try To Show A Little Life." a Little Life? A Little. Life, Yeah, You Need To Wake Up Some More So It's Good. Because If It's Not, Then then Maybe He Won't Want You Anymore. that Is A Thought. perhaps Then He Would Guide You Tenderly Into That Shallow Grave. Let Your Broken Body Sink Into Magnum's, Melting Together Just As You Were Meant To. more Likely, He Will Simply Dump You Into The Ocean To Spite You Both. your Stomach Clenches. Your Pumper Stutters. The Wandering Of Your Mind Naturally Leads You Where You Should Not Go But Want So Desperately. Even Through The Haze, The Fantasy Makes Your Throat Burn And Your Eyes Ache. No, You Can't Do This. your Arm Lifts--or It Would, Were It Still Attached. The Truncated Nub Of Your Upper Arm Rises Instead, Wanting To Put Your Hand On His. "jaeden..." So Very Careful. Tuning Your Voice To The Frequency That He Prefers, Soft And Low. "jaeden, More Please?" "oh, My Poor Thing." It's A Mockery Of Tenderness, You Know This. But This Is All You Have, And You Let The Sound Soothe Your Broken Body Like A Warm Bath. he Gives You More. He Always Does, When You Ask So Sweetly. When You Have No Demands. when You Need It. because This Is Care. #cw-abuse #substance #death 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 So Wrong ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀