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god i wish i’ve done a lot of cool shit but i’m nowhere near as impressive as him
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[YOU ARE $U#H A FAKE A$$ BIT#H HUR$U$]
:33 < i disagr33, why dont mew start making mewr own fuckin cat puns then buddy :33 < stop criticizing mine
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me too ro. no blood yet this time knock on wood.
A Sur\/\/i\/\/or's Treatise on Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists Penned by the Orphaner Dualscar, Recently Re\/\/i\/\/ed, and peer re\/\/ie\/\/\/\/ed by The Grand Highblood. Listen \/\/\/\/ell, ye \/\/\/\/helps. Ye d'not just e\/\/er stumble 'pon Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists. Y're noticed by'them first. De\/\/otees o' th' Mirthful Messiahs an' fairly dangerous despite their open buffoonery. Per th'request o' th'Grand Highblood, I \/\/\/\/ould like t'make a disclaimer that not all o'th'follo\/\/\/\/ers b'imbibin' on narcotics. Though, I stress y'should smell fer it. Like a rabid barkbeast. 1. Identifiers b'listed as such: Purple Blood, or similarly High Blood. Face Paint Resemblin' Cracked Mirth Masks o' Old. Speech Patterns oscillatin' bet\/\/\/\/een \/\/acant, serene, an' zealous. Often th'stench o' Sopor or other Religious Mediums. If y'are greeted as Brother, 'Motherfucker', or \/\/\/\/orse, just laughin' then ye'\/\/e already gotten int' their strikin' distance. 2. Understandin' th'Religion. Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists belie\/\/e in the Sacred Mirth: \/\/iolence is Comedy. Yer death is a punchline in their sick joke. Di\/\/ine Subjugation texts demand ALL must kneel t'their Miracles \/\/\/\/it' the Empress as the exception per their treaty. The Mirthful Messiahs themsel\/\/es. Some think th'be Cherubs, some Horrorterrors. Some T\/\/\/\/in, Some Many. D'not challenge this if y'\/\/alue yer pan bein' in yer cranium. 3. Immediate Response Protocol \/\/\/\/hen Encounterin' th'clo\/\/\/\/ns, here's \/\/\/\/hatchye must d'. Do not engage in dialogue. They'll con\/\/ert y', confuse ye, or e'en pro\/\/oke y' t'get ye t'death. Assess their Blood Color an' Status. Cull Lo\/\/\/\/blood Cultists, run from the Highblood Leaders. Creatin' Distance is important fer they prefer impro\/\/ised blunt \/\/\/\/eapons. Th'b'unpredictable an' quick. D'not Prolong any combat! If y'can cull'm, do'it. D'not enjoy it. D'not toy \/\/\/\/it'em. Because they are doin' th'same. 4. List O' Not T'Dos! D'not Laugh \/\/\/\/ITH them. That is submission. D'not CONSUME SOPOR. It leads y't'them. D'not UNDERESTIMATE THEM. It'll in\/\/ite y't'yer cullin'. D'not attempt QUADRANTS \/\/\/\/IT'EM. Their effection is mutilation alongisde de\/\/otion. 5. Highblood Authority. Under th'empire, Subjugglators are instruments of terror. The Empress does not control them, only aims them. No pleas or po\/\/\/\/ers from anyone but yerself can help y'\/\/\/\/it' them. 6. My Personal Account as a \/\/\/\/arnin'. In m'time, I'\/\/e crossed blade'n'pistol'n'cannons \/\/\/\/it' pirates, rebels, creatures older than th'sea itself. I \/\/\/\/ould sooner face Marquise Spinneret Mindfang at her most deceitful than endure prolonged proximity to a single Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultist. Mindfang may lie, stab, and cheat, but y'may li\/\/e. Any o' them Clo\/\/\/\/n's'll Cull ye. 7. The Final Doctrine o' Sur\/\/i\/\/al. Remember: Clo\/\/\/\/n Cultists ain't Allies, they ain't Ri\/\/als, they ain't e\/\/en proper Enemies. They are an infectious storm of force. D'not negotiate \/\/\/\/it' th'Infection. Car\/\/e it Out. Closin' \/\/\/\/ords from yer fa\/\/orite Orphaner. I \/\/\/\/as forged to cull lusii, maintain a bit o' order, an' ser\/\/e a throne that no longer exists. If any fragment of Alternia still lingers \/\/\/\/ithin' ye. Any instinct fer sur\/\/i\/\/al, hierarchy, or dominance, heed m'\/\/\/\/arnin'. \/\/\/\/hen th'laughter begins, y'\/\/e already \/\/\/\/aited t'long.
OOUGHG IT'S THE WORST RIGHT NOW !! !! !! !!
꧁ssssorry꧂
Every morning, the seam feels tighter. Cranial pressure is a polite way to describe it. I have started calling it weather. However, weather usually happens outside. When someone asks how I am, I say improved. An answer arrives before I have chosen one. Even my mouth seems briefed ahead of me. None of the briefings mention who wrote them. For example, I told the mediculler I slept well. I did not sleep. My hands were folded neatly all night. It sounded better than saying that. Until he asked what I dreamed about. One was supplied immediately. Another followed when he frowned. Dishes. A red hallway. A hive I never owned. Obviously, dreams are allowed to be wrong. Maybe waking memories are allowed too. Keeping them separate has become difficult. Or maybe separation was never required. Unfortunately, that feels like somebody else's conclusion. Each explanation arrives with a little stamp. Correct enough, it says. I can say almost anything after that. Very often, I believe myself while speaking. Yesterday, I apologized for breaking a glass. A glass was not broken. For a moment, I could hear it anyway. Knowledge is strange after pan surgery. Afterward, it does not stay where it is placed. A blank space opens underneath it. Worse, the blank space wants to be useful. The word for that was given to me. Everything about it made sense for one second. Like an opened drawer full of labels. And then the drawer shut. Eventually, I stopped asking to see it again. Very gently, the room became simpler. Something in me prefers simple rooms. The thought worries me when it survives long enough. Enough worry makes the seam itch. To make it stop, I clean. Under the sink, I found three clean cloths. Cloths are supposed to remember stains. They were white. But I remembered them green. I remembered wringing them out over the ablution trap. Or I remembered planning to do that. At least one of those things seemed mine. My memory has begun borrowing tone from paperwork. Official. Calm. Already approved. Lime does not appear in the approved version. Every record says rust. Looks like rust, lives like rust, files like rust. I think that sentence is supposed to comfort me. The records are very comforting. Damara would appreciate the neatness. Left alone, I might have made a mess. You can see why correction was necessary. That sentence is not mine. A safer sentence appears beneath it. Rustbloods survive by accepting corrections. However, the seam continues to leak. All of the cloths are green again. Nobody has said anything. Has anybody noticed? Noticing is dangerous, maybe. I am trying not to practice it. Correct answers keep me housed. Names keep me traceable. Records keep me clean. You understand, probably. Good. #cwMedicalHorror #cwLobotomy #cwMemoryLoss #cwUnreality #cwIdentityHorror #horror #lobotomy #medicalhorror #cw-horror
could you fall down from grace so i won't feel alone
i will take my leave i hate things here
this post is not for you
strength that breaks. thoughts that plot.
This w★s ★ll ★ mist★ke. Wh★t the hell ★m I doing
If ye \/\/\/\/ant Rorian, then say it. Hidin' behind th' little Cupid Troll only means yer \/\/\/\/0rth less than the digital signals that carry yer empty \/\/\/\/ords.
ssometimess i tthinkk aaboutt. tthatt i got oopenedd up and. llookedd iinsidee and my. ttummyy sstartss to. ffeell bad
i. ffeell llikee i ffeell. gglovess in me. i tthinkk mmaybee i. am ggoingg to wwakee. ssomebodyy up i ddontt. kknoww how to mmakee tthemm. be out of me i ffeell. bad and sscaredd and ccantt. bbreatheyy
i got. sscaredd llastt llightt im ssorryy....but i. am ookayy now and i. got to hug and hholdd. wwagdadd wwhilee i ffeltt. bad and i am ookayy
There... there is a certain amount of correctness to this statement.
༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ ~ ~ i hŌōŌōŌpE... yŌōŌōŌu sLeP7 wElL!!...
sonmeday u will scuttles back to nme amd umderstamd i was right all the long -gorbeh rolls aways mow wif a smail trail of tears {:,( -
I ★m ★sking ★g★in bec★use he IGNORED my first time ★sking.
"young one 1 would not have asked for clar1f1cat1on otherw1se" "keep your secrets, whatever"
𝓣𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷, What the fuck is Dirty Girl Soup. #nsfw ?? ~ 𝓜𝓼. 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽
oH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE HERE, bURGER GUY YOU ARE MY ONE, pILLAR OF STABILITY, iN THESE TRYING TIMES,
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>> H¡ Ror¡an!!
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>> ¡'m green becauડe ¡ can be p1aced here!! Or however that th¡ng goeડ ;D
>> RORERO HEHEHE 👯 ! !!
yk what shore i kno you cant fight w stupid so watever u say
no. husktop broken. palmhusk runs bad.
i. don't kknoww. mmaybee. i llikee it. on tthemm.
was aboutta say i n33d th3s3 <isc3rally but now im just disappoint3d fuck man this is as bad as wh3n i found out th3r3s no cok3 in coca-cola
I vwas interested too 😔 I dunno maybe they'll get better