strawberryjucie101

[strawberryjucie101]

Sweet Dreams

Tw: mentions of death, possessive tendencies, pain towards reader, torment, and acts of violence

Not proof read! Let me know if I missed any tw

Undead girl x afab reader

She looked absent with everything she did. If you didn’t already know she was dead you could’ve guessed she had a run in with death. Eyes wide yet pupils unfocused, untrained, lallygagging behind her thoughts and actions. A pretty set of lashes that encapsulate those deep saucers. They do nothing but stare any emotion she expresses ( or at least what I think she expresses) never reaches her eyes. Our My roommates move around everyday unfazed by the corpse in the living room, it’s almost as if I’m the only one who can see her. Yet at times I wonder is that’s true. The night terrors aren’t just mine to share, when I have arguments with the other girls in the dorm I don’t get wake up calls from her I get terrified screams from downstairs. I receive deep smiles and a gurgles from her with satisfaction, my door locks and prevents me from leaving my room. And at times I receive flowers beautiful red ones, sun tarnishing flowers. Flowers you’d see in a wedding arrangement, or a funeral. Flowers that seem to be her favorite. I get them when I step out the shower, outside my dorm room or even on my desk. A red carnation, a beautiful, beautiful red carnations follows me after a storm of pain and she disappears but not for long. She comes back she always does.

She’s not violent well she is but not like you’d think you’d know when she wants to be, another girl in my room no matter the occasion she gives me my punishment, her eyes. Her prolonged eye contact she gives me those beautiful eyes as a punishment. And yet when she makes eye contact with you it’s like you’ve hit a pit. You get get that same feeling as if you’ve just sky dived without a parachute. Undivided overwhelming fear to the point of paralysis.

Being too close feels as if you’re being strangled. It’s like someone grabbed your head by its sides and started squeezing. A foreboding anxiety bubbles up instantly. Her touch is like fire. Her pale fingers lined with purple veins and her seemingly manicured nails drag up my arm like second nature and just like fire she burns. Jolts and hiccups leave me but it only aids like wood to a fire.

Agonizingly slow, no need for an alarm clock when you have a fire starter in the form of delicate fingers and sickly sweet smiles. And although it doesn’t leave a mark my muscles still tense my heart still pounds I still seep sweat through my pores. A pain so vivid I feel it in my dreams. Even if I try to escape in the day in the night my fate is sealed as soon as I hear….

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Dear Diary #1

This will be a series of informal poetry posts

Dear Diary,

I wonder if you know what the sun looks like. Or do you know the difference between love and lust? All the things I’ve taught you, all the things you’ve learned from me. I wonder whenever there’s a crash in my life do you shiver at the thought of holding the burden. When there’s a bump in the road does your heart stop? Do you give pause?

Dear Diary I’m sorry to say today was a bad day I have another load I want away.

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Anthophile: A Person who loves flowers

I completely forgot I had tumblr 😭

“They’re beautiful aren’t they.”

“What is?” He’s always been interested in these things although it does clash with curriculum he deserves the chance to enjoy things as beautiful as this.

“Yes the flowers are quite beautiful, Anton.” I watch as he grazes his hand over the flowers, he looks in awe at the fleeting and budding flowers. And in looking at him I can’t help but feel something inside me, this feeling must be the one I was told I would feel when I have my own child. He’s growing well, I remember when he was just an angry baby. A loud ball of love and want a very annoying ball but I’ve grown to love it nonetheless. It’s a conflicting feeling to want him to stay and watch him grow when it’s better for him to leave. I shouldn’t want him to stay an orphan and I know that I don’t have it in me to take care of him myself. But I still feel as if he’s my son.

“Ms. Eleanor look! Guess what these are!” He held a couple of yellow, light green, and semi-pink flowers in front of him with a smile and giggle I could see the excitement on his face, very obviously hoping I wouldn’t know, he is the kind of person who likes teaching people new things. And who am I to not oblige?

“I don’t think I know what they are they kinda look like daisies are they daisies?”

“ Nope wanna try again?”

“ No Anton, that’s the only guess I have in me unless there lilies.” The pure excitement on his face makes his pale skin blush pink partly from the blazing sun and from how much he’s laughing at my answers. His golden curls carry green grass and flower petals as it rises to a kneeled hight. He brushes a tear from his eyes and lets out one last giggle before he calms down.

“ They’re all different flowers, Ms. Eleanor! The yellow ones are Buttercup flowers, the long white and green ones are Baby’s Breath and the pink ones are Begonia’s! You gave me the seeds for them remember, we planted them together.”

“ I remember Anton, I can’t believe you planted these they’ve grown so well, I’m so proud of you Anton.”

A black dress with white embroidery flows through the wind and although the face is unrecognizable from so far their voice is no doubt one I’ve heard before. A booming authoritarian wave crushes our ears and sends both of our backs straight.

“ Eleanor it’s time for Anton to come inside, he’s still sick.”

“ Yes mother, please pardon us three minutes so that we may clean the garden.” A firm nod is the only response received, before she turns sharply and walks out of sight. I feel a small tug on my dress before I hear a more quiet Anton speak.

“ I don’t want to go back inside I promise I feel better.”

“ You’re too sick to stay out here, I’ll make it up to you how about that.” A rough sigh exits his nose and he grabs his picked flowers and starts to walk with me to the stairs.

“ Anton can you guess what an Anthophile is?”

[strawberryjucie101]

I’m really interested in writing. I like romance especially dark romance and horror. So all of my writings will be transferred here if anyone has any constructive criticism or wants to offer some writing help, it will be appreciated ( I write for fun please keep that in mind )

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I’m really into anime, art, romance, music, horror, and just cute things in general ( what I think is cute may vary).

What I plan on posting: My writings, my art and doodles, and literally just how I’m feeling and what I’m doing.