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.

Day 9. Secret

For years, he had studied everything he could find about that man.
From the most sordid details to his public identity.

Every time he uncovered something new, he wondered how it could possibly be worse than what he'd already found.

Until, during an investigation, he found that photograph.
And decided that secret would die with him.

Ieri mi son scordata questo oops

Day 10. Mirror

She often wondered why no one else could see what was so clear to her.

Was her image really so different from the reflection the mirror showed her?

Io sono qui a scrivere la sofferenza mentre lei disegna cosine carine
(Lio)

Dimenticavo

Oggi forse lo finisco a un orario decente

Mentre aspetto la shot del mio scrittore personale(?) vi droppo il tema di domani

Day 11. Swap

"How do you even wear these things?!"

"It looks terrible on you."

"I knoooow! I look so... plain!"

"Oh, so I'm plain?!"

"N-no! I would never...!"

"You know what? These are actually pretty cute... I don't think I'm going to give them back!"

"...Yeah, sure. Like I'd believe that."

"No, I hate them. Take them back. I can't breathe."

TW: SH, Bruises, blood, nudity

Day 12. Scar

Marks. Scratches. Scars. Burns.
Symbols of belonging.
He counted them on his fingers, and when he was done, he counted them all over again.
He was afraid there would be fewer.

He did everything he could to make sure they wouldn't disappear.

It was the only way to still feel something.
The only way to still be someone.