BABY.
@youwontdie.bsky.social
It feels like... my birthday. Did you have a gift for me? IC: https://www.tumblr.com/tutlessss/759425708021940224/hee-hee-hee-hee-who-said-you-were-in-control?source=share
i think about my siblings every day. sometimes i still hear their voices...
"And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want." me in real time: WAS?
There is nowhere to go... when we look like this. But if we looked like you, then we could hide. If we looked like you, then we would have somewhere to go. The scooper only hurts for a moment.
Then, the cold sensation on my shoulders snakes around my shoulders, around my neck. Almost like a hug. Almost like a reminder. "Let me go." A ringing in my ear. It repeats in my head like a curse. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. The cold is gone. She is gone.
I don't wanna swim the ocean. I don't wanna fight the tide. I don't wanna swim forever. When it's cold, I'd like to die.
HE WILL EXPERIENCE THE SAME THING A FIVE-YEAR-OLD BOY EXPERIENCES WHEN HE DISCOVERS THAT HE WILL DIE SOMEDAY AND HIS MOMMY AND DADDY CAN'T TALK GOD INTO GIVING HIM AN EXCEPTION. WEEP FOR ME. WEEP FOR ME. WEEP FOR ME.
[ Completely wordless, starstruck staring. Yeah, maybe a little. Boy, do I have good news for h ]
// okayyy i'm flipping this to an account i will Probably actually use. what a surprise that strings wasn't a real muse