Datemi la forza di continuarli

the consequences of her actions

Ah si comunque sto facendo questo ciao (li aggiungerò giorno per giorno)

Questo era quello di oggi
My loaf sta partecipando con una breve shot per ogni tema (bellissime mannaggia a l*I) quindi vi smollo anche quella

Day 1. Beginning

Just a boy in front of a camera.

There was no trace of the monster he would become, not yet.

Long ago, someone might have even thought that dimple on his cheek was charming, unaware that it would become the curse of so many who came after him.

~ALEXEI~

Day 2. Buried

Dirt beneath his fingers.
Dirt on his clothes.
The smell in his hair, the smell in his nostrils.
Wet dirt, disturbed dirt.
He hadn’t been able to wash it away, hadn’t been able to shake it off.

Not for years.

~FAREED~

Droppo il tema di oggi

Day 3. Candlelight

Only a candle to keep her company as she wandered through the manor’s dark corridors.
Without its faint glow, no one would have noticed her.

Her footsteps made no sound.
She held her breath.

A ghost with only wax for company.
A ghost with a pulse.

~NARU~

Un po' tardi ma ahhh
Vi lascio anche quello di "domani"

Ora arriva anche il disegno giuro

Day 4. Blood

As everything turned red she realized that, by then, even blood had no smell to her anymore.

~MIRA~

Terza run nell'attesa del nuovo update (vi prego voglio giocare Samarie)

Classica partita di Termina be like:

Lo so, scusate, riesco a disegnare solo la notte

Day 5. Childhood

They could hear the echo of a distant memory, from back when life still seemed easy.

-Can we, like, be friends... forever?!-
-Jeez, no! Do you think life is just a Disney movie?-

-BUT...!-
-Besides, I can't even stand you!-

Such a sweet little lies.

Day 6. Smoke

He puffed out the smoke after holding it in for too long.
As dizziness began to set in, he watched the shapes it made in the air and felt envious.
Unlike the smoke, drifting away wherever it pleased, he had chains holding him down.

He wasn't free.

Day 7. Weapon

You know what the catch is?
That no one could ever take me seriously.
Small, innocent, weak, cute...

... well... lucky me, right?

Il disegno di oggi mi fa schif
Ma sto troppo male per sistemarlo sorry

Day 8. Lipstick

“Be a good girl.”

He had learned to hate makeup before he had even learned to hate his own body.
Every time they tried to bend him to their will, he died twice.
Once as a person. Once as a boy.