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day 7: free day
yuri daanlise dancing inside of the house. a blooming tree droops and obscures elise's face
May 31, 2026 at 5:53 PM
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day 6: pocketcat
and the two fools danced and sang under the pale moonlight, all night long. they swung with merriment and skipped all throughout the town and into the meadows, hand in hand, gleeful grins stuck on their wicked faces. whilst the gods certainly still have the two lovers snagged up in their claws, they still feel as if though they just might be free at last. at least for now, the city is theirs.
May 30, 2026 at 6:57 PM
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day 4: goodbye
you're beyond mortified to find that your attempt to kill yourself failed. your eye flutters open and your arm feels gooey. it burns. itches. you have gauze packed into your face and abdomen from where you gouged and sliced out every useless organ you could think of. incredibly useless: they didn't work. you decided you couldn't do this without her. you still think that's true. but throughout your life, no matter how many times you've gone off and tried to die, the cat always saves you somehow. you simply aren't allowed. your death isn't written in the gods' wills. "old sport," he purrs. "it seems that humans are still fickle, no?" silence stretches long. "even she, in the end." you're spaced out and zeroed in on the floor. "…just say the word, and i'll make this pain manageable." you stand on your wobbly legs and begin your investigation. you start to cry again. your cries bubble up into sobs. but you have to try. it's so, so cruel that you have to try.
May 29, 2026 at 1:33 AM
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#daanliseweek #fearandhungertermina
may 25 - 31, 2026 1. hello OR AU 2. occult OR hurt/comfort 3. war OR tea party 4. goodbye OR a song 5. stitches OR baron 6. pocketcat OR bunny 7. free day
April 20, 2026 at 6:17 PM
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day 1: hello
your daddy brought home a strange little boy, hardly a week ago. and strange he is, indeed: daddy claims he's about your age, and yet, he looks to be much younger. he is spindly and frail, his eyes are always wide and dumb and dull. what strikes you the most is how silent he is. he's more like an animal, than a human boy. you were almost certain boys were supposed to be loud and big and smelly. he's holed himself up in the cupboards again, and you can't help yourself but poke and prod. afterall, it's excruciatingly rare to see another child. you've spent your entire miserable life caged in daddy's manor. you are beyond fascinated.
May 25, 2026 at 1:56 PM
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day 3: war
you always had a vague sense that you were going to die young. you have always been plagued with a sharp, sloshing pain through your spine and limbs, extending from your fingertips all the way down to your toes, coupled with fiery headaches and terrible vertigo. but you've also always had extensive care, both from your father as well as from your danny. with your danny gone, you find yourself trying to whisper the magic he used to hum to you, distraught to find that you can't do it anywhere near as well as he could. what should be a pleasant ache between your legs and a break from your hell always turns into abdominal cramping and more nausea. but for now, its the better of two evils. you don't want to be around daddy right now. you've noticed the staff dwindling over the last two months. daddy's getting quieter. scarier. more erratic. twitchy. he's down to the last two maids, and as soon as they too are fired, you will be completely alone with him. you debate writing your next letter to your husband about this, but you decide don't want to worry him. you miss your danny dearly.
May 27, 2026 at 11:49 AM
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day 5: stitches
you had a dream mere moments ago, whilst curled up tight in your den. of you out on the surface in a pretty dress, holding a parasol and parading around the streets of the city above. there was a shorter man accompanying you. you've had this dream before. he had a baby face and a flat expression, but he was so very warm. kind. his hands were very soft. this delighted you. there's a loud creak somewhere up above. you scrunch up and hiss at the noise. chattering and footsteps coming down the stairs and straight into your nest. you sniff through the darkness and smell art, several morsels. four. of all of them, he was your favorite. you knew that scent, somewhere in the back of your rotted mind. something about him. he was such a pretty shade of purple. you shamble out from the shadows with a clicking noise, leaned forward, your head still a bit loose from your spine. something about him makes you giddy. you bubble up in laughter, he's so cute, you can't help it. with the way he keeps staring at you, you presume he thinks you're a looker, too.
May 29, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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csa + incest abuse

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day 2: occult
you are going to be sick. the way your little heart flutters softly in your chest when you’re touched… maybe they were right— you are their sweet little bunny, after all. after everything, you still want this? theoretically, she’s not hurting you. you don’t flinch away at her touch, the way you did at theirs. she isn’t mom or dad. these are the things you would do with them, as well, but it’s different now, isn’t it? … you try to remind yourself your love for elise goes much deeper than the worship ever did. you didn’t know what you were doing back then. you do now.
May 26, 2026 at 3:47 PM