pinkberries23
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
pinkberries23
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
He is led in chains, bound at the wrists. They ache from the heavy iron, digging into his soft skin.
The guards at his back prod him with their weapons to urge him forward, and he hisses a pained breath through gritted teeth. They have not been gentle, no one here has been kind.
As they should, to a prisoner such as him. A monster, some have called him. One who would slaughter his family, his friends, his allies and acquaintances? How could he be anything more than a beast?
The mask he wears hangs heavy on his head, and his guilt wears at his very soul. This is the last day he will live, and he knows he deserves it.
He is shoved through the door, and it slams shut with an imposing thud behind him. Blood and gore stain the small courtyard’s sandy floor.
The chains slither off his wrists as the guards free him from his restraints, and he does not have time to rub his sore wrists before he is cuffed to the wall. Ten soldiers line up in front of him, though only one points his crossbow at the prisoner.
“Your final words, prisoner!” someone shouts from a parapet high above. He is being made a spectacle, and he knows it.
His voice rings soft and clear through the silence of the execution grounds right before the soldier takes his shot and pierces the beast through the heart:
“Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.”
(wow this was fun to write. based loosely off of sally face because i’m a fuckin nerd and also it just kind of ?? happened ???)
“Do you remember that day we went to the park down by the old diner?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I was just… remembering.”
“Remembering what?”
“How pretty you looked in your dress, mostly.”
“Aw, Ry… You looked pretty nice in that shirt, too. It’s always nice to see you without all the sweaters and layers.”
“Didn’t I have a hoodie that day?”
“No, I don’t think so. It was hot, remember?”
“Hm. You’re right. And we ate watermelon that was the best, most crunchiest watermelon I’ve ever had…”
“Yeah, and fresh tomato sandwiches.”
“Still don’t entirely understand the appeal of those. But hey, if you like ‘em.”
“I do, thank you very much.”
“What else did we do?”
“Don’t remember.”
“Me either.”
“Can we go back inside? It’s freezing out here.”
“Yeah, sorry Bee. Let’s go back in.”
hi it’s me do you remember? you do, you must. i have been gone awhile and for that i sincerely apologize i have been reconnecting with old friends and i have had little time to write or even the inspiration to think of something new i am tired, and i am drained; i am sorry. i very much hope you will forgive my absence, my friends
sincerely, berry ❤️
“Hold on, hold on. Who the hell did you kill?” Angel asks, still doing as they said and grabbing a bag.
“Valentino.”
His hand slips off the dresser he’d been opening as every muscle in his body goes slack at once. He’s distantly aware of his knees going weak, and his legs slipping out from underneath him, but he swears he’s dreaming, they can’t be serious.
They catch him, eyes wide with alarm and sitting on the floor to steady themself and him. “Angel? Angel! What’s wrong?”
“You…killed Val? You really killed him? I- Wh- How?” His head is spinning like he’s had too many drinks, but he hasn’t been to the bar at all today.
“Sniper. He was alone. Clean kill. But I don’t doubt that the other Vees will be on my ass soon. I think Vox has some sort of… thing for Val. Or. Had, anyway,” they laugh awkwardly. “We need to go before Vox watches the security footage and figures out it was me.”
“But… But why, Ray? I don’t… You could have lost your chance at salvation, hell, maybe you already have!”
They sigh, standing up and extending a hand to help him off the floor. He takes it and rests his hands on their shoulders for extra support, not trusting his own limbs.
“Ang, do you know how much it kills me inside seeing you come back every day with some new bruise or cut, exhausted and upset and barely keeping it together? I hate seeing you like that,” they murmur, reaching up to cup his cheek in their palm. “I love you, and I knew the only way to fix those things was… Well, Val had to go.”
He reaches to place his hand on top of theirs. “I love you too. But… Ray, if I get up there and you don’t… I-I can’t-“ He feels tears well up in his eyes. “I would never ask you to give that up for me.”
They grin. “I have my ways. Leverage. Don’t you worry about a thing, Ang. Now, seriously. Get your shit together, ‘cause we gotta go.” Ray leans up on tiptoe and kisses him once, then turns away to get their things together.
Angel just hopes this doesn’t backfire horribly…
Knowing Ray, though, it will.
it’s easy to get lost in the underworld and i guess that’s where you were fighting demons you couldn’t hide from
heard you jumped off a bridge, right? did you see the tunnel? see the light? break your legs? break your spirit?
i mourned you, wrote for you, hurt for you and i’m not upset, just confused
if you felt you had nothing to lose why didn’t you just choose
to stay anyway?
(cw blood, gore. it’s tagged horror for a reason, babes.)
“Tick, tock, dearies!” Its laugh was high pitched and manic, the pocket watch it dangled in its hand rusted and broken, no longer displaying the proper time. “You’ve been very, very naughty, darlings, and Mumsie has prepared a proper punishment.”
The girls looked at each other, terrified of this… thing that masqueraded as their mother, but perhaps no longer was and never had been. Its eyes held the horrors of centuries, bulging and bloodshot, barely in their sockets. Its mouth was less a mouth and more a slit, reaching from one ear to the other.
(Don’t ask it where its nose went, not unless you wished to lose yours, and choke on your own blood as the hole in your face gurgled and bubbled.)
“Please,” the braver of the two whispered, whimpering as ‘Mumsie’ lunged closer and stared her in the face, permanent smile opening wider. “Please let us go.”
“Oh, now why would I do that? You’ve been too, too naughty, such bad, bad girls,” the creature said, tone dripping with saccharine sarcasm. “Now! You have thirty seconds to untie yourselves and run away when I say so, but don’t start until then, or I’ll be vewwy vewwy angry.”
The acidic scent of urine filled the air as one (or perhaps both) of the girls wet herself out of sheer terror.
Sobbing, the younger girl went slack in her restraints, shaking and gagging on her own hiccupy breaths. Her older sister could only watch her, knowing she would have to be the one to free them both.
Mumsie shivered in delight. “Good, good. You understand, then? Okay~ Three, two, one, go!”
Immediately, the older sister works at her bonds, but the knots are too tight and her heart sinks as she realizes the inevitability of her own demise. “No, no, nononononono—“
The creature cosplaying her mother smiles wide and bloody.
“Your time is up, dearies. Too bad you didn’t run.”
Its face peels away layer by layer, skin revealing muscle revealing rows and rows and rows of teeth.
Somehow, it smiles.
The girls become a feast of flesh and bone.
He’s shouting at them, shouting so loudly they can’t bear the noise.
They clasp their hands over their ears, unable to stop the pained wince that stops him in his tracks.
His eyes shift from angered to pained, and he claps a hand over his mouth. Shaking his head, he darts out of the room looking like he’ll be sick.
They run after him, regret etched into the lines between their brows. They call his name, and he doesn’t answer.
Pain tugs at their stomach, and they understand the nauseated look he gave them.
Nothing hurts worse than this or makes them sicker: losing his respect and his trust and maybe even his love all at once.
happy birthday to me, i guess
i’ve never celebrated, it doesn’t fit my parents faith, and maybe that’s why it feels so odd to have it recognized
8 days ago i turned 17 and it was terrifying
to know i will never be 16 again to know i have one year left as a child to know soon i will have no choice but to make my position on religion clear to my parents, or else live a lie until the day i die
i have often written about love and freedom
it’s a recurring theme, don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.
i write those things because they are what i want:
to love and be loved unconditionally, not only if i conform to the standards set before me
to be free, to be myself, not some doll my parents display on a shelf
i know i won’t be here forever the future scares me because i can’t imagine it i’ve never been able to
i know it will break my mother’s heart I know it will harden my father’s i know it will betray my sister and leave my brother confused and upset
i know i will leave my first true love behind but it’s okay since it was never requited (or at least i tell myself that in hopes it will come true)
i know i will never talk to my best friend again but i have to hope she will lean on my love for support they met through me, and i pray to any gods watching that they rediscover that bond for their own sakes
i started this with a goal in mind, and i seem to have strayed from that, but oh well.
if you’ve read my pointless little ramble, thank you.
if you know how this feels, i’m sorry.
(not a poem, but fuck it who cares. cw for mature/suggestive themes and language)
He’s so damn close to them, so close it almost hurts not to be touching him. Their head feels fuzzy, and they can’t tell if it’s the three drinks they’ve already had or his simple presence that’s making them this way.
“I know you want me, doll,” he whispers, and reaches out to trace the line of their jaw. They shudder, closing their eyes against the onslaught of the lustful look he’s giving them. His finger trails down their neck and to their collarbone, outlining the skin visible to him.
“Angel, we- I- we can’t do this,” Ray manages to force out from between gritted teeth. “Please don’t do this.”
“One good reason and I won’t,” Angel murmurs, leaning closer to press a soft kiss against their neck that has them clenching their fists and swallowing back a broken moan. “Just one good reason.”
“I… Angel…” His name leaves their lips like a curse and a prayer all at once, and he smirks against their neck, kissing the soft skin at the juncture between their jaw and neck. Against their own will, they reach up and tangle their hand in his soft, soft hair, pulling him closer.
He chuckles, biting down softly and drawing a strangled groan from deep in their chest. “That wasn’t a reason, Ray.”
“Fuck- you,” they pant, too overwhelmed to form a proper response. Angel smiles.
“I know you want to, but I gotta hear you say it, baby. I’m a gentleman, I don’t fuck without consent.” He draws away, and they whimper at the loss of contact.
Taking their chin in one gentle hand, he raises their face to be level with his. They open their eyes, and he tries to memorize the expression on their face: flushed cheeks, lips parted, eyes hooded and pupils dilated.
“Angel, I want you,” they say hoarsely, swallowing hard to clear away the rasp in their voice.
“Want me to what?” He can’t help but smile when they glare at him, but he wants to hear them say it.
And say it they do, murmuring “Fuck me” right before they crush their lips against his in a kiss that sucks all of the air out of his lungs and leaves him just as dizzy and breathless as they are.
He willingly obliges.
(hee hee hoo hoo i had far too much fun writing this. ALSO I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER ONE OF THEM SENT ME HIS HAZBIN HOTEL COLLECTION AND I’M GONNA WATCH IT LATER I’M SO EXCITED. anyway hope you enjoyed :> adios)