@soteriaprisoner​ said: ❛You have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like I have.❜

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Frozen. There was not a feeling he hated more than this feeling of frozen. It wasn’t a normal cold, it was something he struggled to describe with words because nothing quite captured the feeling. And he was feeling it again. He wanted to move but he felt like he couldn’t. He could barely even think, that is what this did to him. His neck had a constant state of prickling goosebumps that didn’t seem to leave and he wanted nothing more for it to stop because those little prickles could build up.

His eyes found the other, the statement had so much to unpack. Because his friends always knew who he was. He didn’t really hide anything from them, they just never asked. He was grateful they didn’t, because he didn’t want to ruin the friendships he relied so heavily on. He finally was able to move, a simple shake of his head. “No, I don’t have to do anything.” he eventually said, though quietly, but he at least found his voice.

🦋 Don’t mind her, she’s just chilling in the upside down while listening to Henry (@soteriaprisoner) and Kas (@ki11erbait​) argue, she’s eating oreos.

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The hairs standing up on his neck were becoming an all too familiar sensation for the teen the longer he resided in Hawkins. The past few months had been a nice reprieve, but now that he was back, the constant fear and dread of that feeling was back. Reflexively Will's hand moved up to cover the sensitive skin there as a chill runs through him. A telltale sign that he was near. Hazel eyes dart around him, looking for for something that indicated Henry's presence as his fight or flight response starts going off. Where was he? Even with no visible sign of the other for now, he can't shake the feeling he has. Like he's being watched.

"He-hello? I know someone's there! Show yourself!" he calls out, his voice sounding much braver than he feels.

What is your characters love language

Physical Touch30%

Words of Affirmation27%

Quality Time27%

Acts of Service10%

Receiving Gifts7%

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What Part Of The Haunted House Are You?

the windows

Tell me, do you look inwards or out? You’re a dreamer who feels just a little too much about things just a little too out of reach. There’s a longing trapped inside of you, to be a part of the nature that you look over every day, and you resent the way people look through you with that same longing. They don’t get it. You watch them in the garden, see them get absorbed into nature little by little. They don’t feel it as strongly as you do. Still, when a new tenant moves in, a baby with them this time, you have to look inside as the house moves to absorb them before nature can. It hurts what remains of your heart, your still beating heart that feels just a little too much.

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🕹️Max closed her eyes tightly- This... This had to be a bad dream, this... this wasn’t real. After all- She... She couldn’t see anymore. Not after what happened... And yet... she could see. She could see him... The one who had done this too her.

“No... No no... You... You’re not really here.”

@soteriaprisoner​ asked: “Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?” (Smol bean Kali)

Old Meme || Not Accepting

🦋Eight merely gave a small shrug, focusing back on what they had picked to play within the Rainbow Room. It wasn’t anything too crazy, since they didn’t have telekinesis like some of the other children. They were coloring in one of the books that they had when the other had come over to check up on them after some of the older kids had been by.

“Because... Their opinions of me don’t matter. Not to me at least. That’s why I don’t give them a reaction when they try to make fun of me.”

🦋 Is she regretting being here? A little bit. She just heard something she wishes she hadn’t. 

🦋 “Oh wow... someone is feeling big and brave... behind a mask. How cute.”

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Once you’re stripped clean, what is at your core?

spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

silent admission

in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

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Once you’re stripped clean, what is at your core?

spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

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❪ 🌺 ❫  ───   ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ (Jane) @soteriaprisoner​

      “Depends which ending you are thinking off?” Jane smirked and crossed her arms

What part of the haunted house are you?

The Nursery

Dear god, there is so much more for you. Time moves differently here; like it starts and stops and replays and rewinds. The days the days the days. They’re cyclical. They’re endless. The house doesn’t think you know, or rather, it won’t let you know. It is afraid knowledge will break you, so it sits you right in the middle of it all, four walls on every side. But you are not naive. You have been broken before. You are breakable and mendable and you have broken and mended. You wish to know more and, in turn, the house will grow around you like a shield of vines and ivy. It festers inside of you, this wanting, this need to be in control of your own narrative. It’s cyclical. It’s endless.

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