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Chat should I make an alt to harass my ex? Shes fucking o8sessed with me LMAO e8thr that or I'll just fucking text her on a 8urner.
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((Unquirk to see the full text OOCly! Thanks to Livemind for the regex!)) It’s sweltering in here, the final room that houses the final chain binding Bastet. The smell of hot metal (which has a smell, no matter what anyone tells you) is undercut by something else - an animalistic, feline musk, and blood. The chain rattles fill the room as Bastet moves, visible under the grate floors as a massive, hulking creature, dragging the remnants of the broken chains Nyrita’s already severed below. It looks up at Nyrita, massive blood red eyes glowing in the gloom. Nyrita does not look down, though, because her gaze is locked to the figure before her. She’s tall, standing over eight feet tall. Her clothes are immaculate, even in the heat, and there is no sweat that mars her …. What stops Nyrita cold, and sends a different kind of sweat down her spine, is the shape of her horns, the shade of her color of …, the symbol embroidered on her clothes. “Greetings, child,” says Marher Mastus, the …. “I did wonder how my descendant might fare, unable as I would have been to see her hatch.” Nyrita’s quiet for a moment, before she speaks. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not her.” The … scoffs. “Come now. You wear gray, you don’t wear our symbol, and you bleed gray, and you think that was enough to erase - “ “Shut up!” Nyrita’s yell echoes in the chamber, drowning out the sound of the chains - which stop, as even Bastet pauses in her pacing. “You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know anything you fucking … have put me through! I’m done! I’ve been done! It’s been six sweeps, and I’ve thrown it all away and been happier for it!” The echoes die down, and it’s silent, before The … speaks, her voice quiet. “And you know nothing of me, if you think I wanted you to suffer like you have.” Nyrita blinks. “What?” The … continues. “I suppose it makes sense that you don’t know who I am. I am not as … The … begins to pace the room, her oration growing impassioned, filling the space. … Nyrita blinks. “Okay. Sure. Fine. Whatever. I don’t care, though. Why are you here? Did Sophia pluck you from the afterlife, or something? Why am I listening to you, I’m going to sever the chain and be done with it.” Nyrita swings her chain at the one binding Bastet, the length telescoping - and snatched out of the air, by the …. “Because this is your legacy, Nyrita. The bonds that bind you, and support you. Even your denial of them does not mean you can escape them. You are controlled by … Nyrita snarls, and yanks the chain back. The … opens her hand and the chain returns. “So, what? You’re here to get me to be all zen? Let go of my past trauma?” “What better final test for a Prince of Blood than to finally erase their own blood, hm?” “Stay still, then.” Nyrita swings again, and the … catches it again, sighing. “You’re smarter than this, Nyrita. Anyone of my blood would have to be.” “Stop /saying/ that! Fine!” Nyrita thinks, grumpily. The … puts her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. …It’s funny she’s trying to sever the connection between herself and her ancestor with a chain, isn’t it. Not just metal, then. A swing powered by the severing of ties as a Prince of Blood can. Thwack! The … stumbles, but only a little. “More than that. It takes two ends to connect.” Still in Nyrita’s blood, then. Dammit. She ripped that color out of her soul! She threw it into the void. Fine. Fine! She flicks her claws out and they sparkle with rust-colored energy, before she slashes them across her face. Severance, the energy released by broken bonds, flowing into the weapon, and she strikes again. When the blow lands on her ancestor, she staggers, catches herself by leaning against the chain. “Half the definition, Nyrita! Half the answer. You know what it means to be a Prince. Do it!” Nyrita shakes her head, shaking the blood out of her eyes. To destroy. Or to destroy with. What will she use, then? What, in fact, will take the place of her bloodline, if it really, truly is severed? She grips the chain, and thinks. She thinks of Karama. Of Furann. Of every friend, and partner, and acquaintance, and person she happens to see that she’s spending time with instead. Of her true legacy, rather than what was given to her. Her chosen bonds, the ones she keeps instead of cutting off. She swings. The … falls. The chain binding Bastet shatters. Everything goes white.
BOTH OF THOSE SOUND EXCEEDINGLY STUPID.
⚇ 3 sweeps today. ⚇ May the Carnival raise you up, boardad. ⚇ Miss you. ⚇
One of my several toxic traits is that I am a habitual manipulator who seeks out weaknesses in those I interact with to prey on for my own purposes. Obviously.
What if I went bald?
[ENTRY 12550] [YOU ARE A LOYAL AND FAITHFUL SERVANT, JOURNAL. YOU HAVE STAYED BY MY SIDE. BEEN WITH ME ACROSS MY ENDLESS CHASE. I SHOULD GIVE YOU A NAME. SOMETHING WITH A C.]
Tempted, really.
[BOSS REGENERATION STATUS: 69%] [NICE.]
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M HERE TO SCARE YOU? IF I WANTED TO DO THAT I'D CALL UP VRISKA.
THIS IS AN EXCELLENT TIME TO REMIND YOU I HAVE CURSED VIDEO TAPES TO FIND.
Um-- yes, th' sign was carved...
Not going to antagonize like that, myself. I'm not so. Immediately hostile. But @kingofYellow was late asking for my part in this. So. He missed out.
...............Catholic Scratch, I've literally never asked you for anything. But if you could kindly put some of that in a jar for me....
i cant stand *hen trolls are ugly AND unfunny AND lo*blooded like oh my cod pick a struggle
TO BE IS TO BE IN CONFLICT. ALL THINGS COMPETE, OPPOSE, AND RIVAL EACH OTHER. IT IS THE NATURE OF EXISTENCE. TO CONTINUE TO EXIST, THE EXISTENCES OF OTHERS MUST BE CONSUMED, SUBJUGATED, OR DESTROYED. LIFE ITSELF IS A PERVERSION OF THIS TRUTH. INDIVIDUAL SINGLE-CELLED ORGANISMS WORKING TOGETHER TO CREATE A SINGLE, VILE DOOMED CREATURE, INSTEAD OF INDULGING IN THE RAPTUROUS ORGY OF CONSUMPTION AND DOMINATION OF ALL OTHER RIVAL CELLS. THIS REPULSIVE RESULT DARES TO IMAGINE A UNIVERSE WHERE PEACE AND PROSPERITY IS POSSIBLE. IT IS AN ERROR, A PARADOX. A MISCALCULATION. I AM THE CORRECTION. I AM ANTI-LIFE. AND THAT IS WHAT JUSTIFIES MY HATE.
Rubs my grubby little hands together x2
anyway did yall know its puritanical to think its stupid staging an event to do something youre already actively doing
you know what else you could be consuming? big cookie. do you want a cookie?
:o) Honk! :o) Everything is fine. :o) Libelous rumors of my having been #Damaranapped are greatly exaggerated. :o) Please accept my sincere apologies for any posts that have been #suggestive of #violence. my disloyal ungrateful heretic whore ass has been running motherfuckin wild but she’s about to learn. EVERYONE IS.
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｢( `_ゝ´) megane-san hates stupid gay homotubers.｣
>([w#en i see dat butt] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/38b094f01eac.png]
maed the TORMENT NEXUS it iis vergy big :) how unmaek TORMENT NEXUS??
[ #laika40k semi-finals ] semi-finals start now! the fierce artemis vs the gentle persephone for artemis vote with <3 and <> for persephone vote with <3< and c3<
I SWEAR
can i say something without being thrown pities at, im nearly reaching everest with all those pities stacked.
Gods, conditional immortals, cosmic horrors, ultimate this and ultimate that, whatever At the end of the day, you still lost The Game. 😔
*aiting for your call, i’m sick call, i’m angry call, i’m desperate for your -oice listening to the song *e used to sing in the car do you remember, butterfly, early summer it’s playing on repeat just like *hen *e *ould meet, like *hen *e *ould meet
Reaches deep enough to reach the marrow.
MY TURN TO KIDNAP A MAN.
1 mean... 1 d1dn't mean for 1t to start l1ke that! just k1nda, l1ke... snowballed, 1g...
YOU ALL FAILED.
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Just found out I'm 8locked 8y the most famous person on the platform! Never have I had such a GOOD ASS LAUGH. I'm fucking WEAK!!!!!!!! XXXXD That's right, I whipped out the quad "XD" for this shit. #winning
okay. uh. can someone who knows about this stupid game answer some questions for me?
Should I call my abusive ex? Red reacts for yes black for no, let's have some fun with this. #abuse
THAT MAID DRESS *AS MEANT FOR MY SPHERES ONLY FUCK
chittr react buttons, ranked (just MY opinion) s tier: pity, reply, rechitt a tier: like, follow b tier: c tier: hate d tier: ignore, block f tier: mediate
Pitching with stubs......
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