@discardedPasts β #cw-self-harm
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@anxiousTautology It is on your arms now. You can see it. Itβs all clear. The image of your hands, your wrists, your fingers. They are all covered. This image just pierces into your mind, like a knife through a hot butter. It slides in and gets stuck. It is now forever with you. It began as it always does. All dictated by the nature of laws in this universe. Another night, dozens of workers rising up under the layers of rocks, under the rays of the moons. They pack up and get to work. Some do it because it is their destiny. Some because there is no other op...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@damascusDoctorate The final sign of madness. I put the bottle down and I looked in the mirror. I had no idea what the balance was between being out of my mind enough not to feel what I was about to do, and being in my mind enough to do it properly. I don't think I put the lid back on, but it was empty anyway. Did I drink that much? Nevermind. I have to get this right. The open razor was just where Dad left it, shiny enough to reflect light, but not shiny enough to see my face in it properly. Good. I didn't want to. I took my glasses off, knowing the arms w...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:Fate's Agent You remember them. All their smiling faces. All their love. The moments you spent holding their faces. Watching them grow old around you. Your friends, your lovers. Only a few had the power to live beyond their sweeps. Watching the others pass broke your bloodpusher, into pieces, until there was nothing left. You remember beseeching a higher power. You discovered a way to call upon that power, in hopes of bringing them all back. You cut your palm over the sigil, built the macabre effigies... You remember seeing the blood drip, and the glow of th...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler βThatβs not true,β you tell yourself. You know the cruelty living in your hands. You hate everything youβve becomeβ the shape of your name, the sound of your own thoughts. So you keep pailing with strangers, keep pretending not to care, while secretly wishing someone had loved you gently enough to stay. You wish you were good. Or at least forgivable. But nothing erases it. Not the pills, not the rope around your neck, not the trembling excuses you whisper to yourself. You think about the things pain taught you to do, and it...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler You still called them your lover, even though their touch felt like fear back then. You were too young to know that love was never supposed to hurt. Maybe thatβs what happens when your first lessons came from cruelty. You pushed away the people who cared, and hated yourself for it after. Now the smoke, the bottle, the razor on your skin. None of it makes you feel clean. None of it teaches you how to be loved. You wear yourself like a wound, and people flinch when they see you. Not because you are cruel, but because pain learned h...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@damascusDoctorate The final sign of madness. I put the bottle down and I looked in the mirror. I had no idea what the balance was between being out of my mind enough not to feel what I was about to do, and being in my mind enough to do it properly. I don't think I put the lid back on, but it was empty anyway. Did I drink that much? Nevermind. I have to get this right. The open razor was just where Dad left it, shiny enough to reflect light, but not shiny enough to see my face in it properly. Good. I didn't want to. I took my glasses off, knowing the arms w...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@drownedPrecipice You do not remember the night We chose you as Our Vessel. Our Reverberation. You do not remember when We entered your body. You do not remember the way We remade you in Our image. How We answered your wish. You do not remember the way We twisted your flesh, your muscles, your bones, your organs. Integrating your body into Our own. Knitting tentacles into ligaments and ink into blood. Filling every crevice of yourself with Us. You do not remember when you stopped aging. When you stopped growing. You do not remember holding the sc...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidsGalvanized Cold. Complete, total cold. It wasn't fleeting, it was consuming, but not in that sharp, stinging way. It was simply a lack of heat, any body warmth once retained stripped away from your broken, shattered body. You couldn't think. All you could feel was a dull, throbbing ache, throughout what was left of your tired, burning husk. It couldn't be called a body anymore; there was too much blood, sinew, bone. Your already decaying shell bloomed open on the metal flooring like a blue carnation, tissue and organs and limbs blown to shreds. T...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@megaloMemes You buried her, in that same old spot the two of you used to hide away that old clearing in the woods you ran and ran and ran carrying that mound of yellow pulp for hours and you buried it what was left of her that sickening disgusting squelch as strike after strike turned her into a bloody mush while she screamed for your help even as your arms and legs tore from their grasp you could not help you could not help you could not help you still carry her blade that golden rapier still covered in her blood ...Read more