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Hey there, welcome aboard!

Figured it was time for a lil intro post, so hi! My name is LizzyScribbles, but you can call me Lizzy, welcome to my page! I’m over 20, I post a bit of everything, but find myself particularly passionate about mental health, fitness, and writing! Thanks for stopping by, feel free to take what you need and leave what you can. 💜

✨Writing Projects ✨

Working on a superhero-esk novel with my bestie @thatnerdyfairy at present, details can be found on @quillmates!

On my own, I have two science fiction novels called Apnoea and Human Resources.

🌙Current Obsessions/Fandoms🌙

My Hero Academia, Epic: The Musical, BTS, TXT

Whumptober Day 20

Pandora’s head fell back, mouth open as her head spun. Another harsh slap sent it flying in the opposite direction and she could hear the tell-tail ‘pop’ as her neck screamed for some kind of relief. Instead, she was offered just the opposite as her attacker grabbed her by the hair and wrenched it back even further, tying her hair to the back of the chair. 

Her back arched awkwardly as though she were trying to become Ariel from the Little Mermaid. A fact her tormentor taunted her about profusely as he pulled both her legs back even further so her entire body was curved into a C shape.

If she knew anything about her torturer–and she knew him very well at this point–she knew she was going to be stuck in this humiliating position for a long, long time.

A few tiny beads of tears were yanked from her eyes despite the fact that her entire body was completely parched. She sniffled and swallowed an ironic laugh as she realized her tears were just as useless and pathetic as she was.

Pandora wanted out, she wanted space, she wanted release. At this point she didn’t even care who it was, it could be Cyrus or even death for all she cared. 

She just wanted it to end. 

Inktober Day 12

Forget

Jo’s hand trembled ever so slightly as she held it up in front of her chest. Her eyes were glued to the small, yellow, oblong pill sitting comfortably in the palm of her hand. It was barely the size of a pinhead, but yet it seemed to drag Jo’s entire body down into the pits of hell. There were a few arbitrary numbers inscribed on its smooth surface, but she could barely make them out.

Her entire body had begun to shudder harder the longer she stared at the imposing object. The water cup she held in her left hand buzzed rapidly, water sloshing over the side to drip onto her already clammy hand. Her heart crawled its way up her throat as it throbbed rapidly in her chest screaming ‘danger, danger, danger’ all the time.

“Jo…?” A quiet voice dragged Jo from her wailing mind and she jerked, splashing herself with what remained in the cup. Shirt damp, she glanced over at her brother standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes darted from hers, to the cup, to the wet spot on the floor, then finally to the pill. His eyes softened and he stepped closer, plucking the cup from her hand to set on the counter, wrapping her up in a firm hug.

Curling her fingers into a fist around the pill, she returned the gesture. He tightened his grip around her, the motion practically squeezing the tension from her body like toothpaste from its tube. Tears beaded her eyes and she buried her face in his shoulder, listening to the slow beating of his heart as she took a few deep breaths.

“I’m scared.” She murmured quietly.

“Of what?”

“Forgetting. I’m afraid this will make me forget who I am.”

He hummed quietly for a moment, rubbing her back. “Well, is this a version of yourself you want to remember?”

“...no, not really. At least I don’t think so.”

“It’s okay if it is.”

“I don’t want to live like this. I don’t want to be scared to leave the house. I don’t want to have a panic attack when I pass someone on the street. I…I just want to be happy.” She pulled back to stare at the pill once more. “I want this to help me feel happy again.”

Her brother nodded, turning on the sink to flick the water on and fill the cup. Silently, he held it out to her. After a moment, she took it and he smiled. “Well, there’s only one way to find out if it does.” He rubbed her head. “And you can always wean off of it if it doesn’t help, okay?”

Jo nodded, “okay…okay…okay.”

Taking a deep breath, she poured a small amount of water between her lips and tossed the pill into the pool.

With a nod from her brother, she swallowed.

Ya’ll I get extreme nausea from my meds already I say bring it on.

Would you rather:

be able to efficiently write 4,000 very good words per day, but the cost is 2 subsequent hours of extreme nausea

Or

Only ever be able to write 75 words per day, but your kitchen automatically cleans itself

Whumptober Day 21

Pandora scurried across the walkway, crouching down as another patrol sprinted through the halls. Her heart throbbed against her chest, or maybe that was just the massive bruise blooming across her collarbone. Standing back up, her vision faded in and out, darkening around the corners as she stumbled along. 

Doubling over, she pressed her hand to her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her coughing. A glob of blood that was mixed with saliva came flying out of her mouth, staining her sleeve a bright red. Her eyes widened and she stared for a few seconds at the blooming spot of crimson. She shook her head and hand, as though that would get it out. After a few useless moments of shaking, she stumbled forward again to grab the railing, dragging herself along. 

Her feet shuffled aimlessly as she silently prayed to anyone who would listen that she would get out of here alive. At this point, that was all she wanted. 

“And where do you think you’re going, love?”

A foot popped out of nowhere, and pitched forward onto the floor. The impact sent more blood flying from her lungs as she wheezed on the floor, dragging herself away. A hand grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her up. 

Forced to come face to face with her attacker, she forced her lips to curl into a sneer. “Cyrus, put me down!”

He merely laughed, grabbing both her wrists in one hand as she grinned. “Oh, darling, no. I don’t think I will.”