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@discardedPasts
No matter how buried the memories always resurface
I apologize for my long absence of thought it was rude of me to disappear for so long. I am Rose, or a version I suppose you all already know the drill. Your deepest memories of pain and strife have all been buried have they not, I would like to correct that for you. Let me recall them for you ... You need not even state your name just submit the memory below and I will recall it for you. I wish you all the very best. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSekfh6j2VgskOqseZDs9N0t5Tnb8gTKihiAPoOtJCD9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @administraitor one Of The Many Times I Faced Off The Lord Of Time That Keeps My Doomed Timeline In A Chokehold. Another Of Many Times He Tried To Plead His Wrongdoings As A Heroic Deed, Not A Twisted Torture Experiment Of Whatever Desire He Has In His Mind. he Showed Me Another Timeline, Where Most Of The Players Are Fine. Me And My Matesprit Were There. Me, A Mage Of Blood, And Him, Heir Of Doom, Still Together, In A Newly Created Universe. this Was Not A Promise, Nor A Compelling Argument. This Was An Insult. Whatever The Lord Tried To Convey, It Was Not Anything Worth The Time. Image So Painful, I Immediately Tried To Return The Favor In That Moment. it's Been Long Sweeps Since That Happened, But The Image Of A Better Outcome Still Haunts Me. I Could Have Had All This, If I Didn't Fail The Whole Game. πΌπππππ’ πππ you Could Have Done So Much More. β β β β β β β β β β β β β
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Thank You Saxton Hale Tf2 For Pittying My Chitt, Your Input Is Appreciated
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @groovyanomaly it Was Supposed To Be A Fun Time Between Friends, You Would Play Something You Found In An Attempt To Spice Things Up After The Last Game Turned Out To Be A Complete Bore. you Believed Sgrub Would Be The Hit Among Them As You Had Even Found A Guide That Would Help You All Reach A Good Rhythm In Terms Of Progression, You Knew You Had It In You To Push Through Things If It Became Too Hard For The Others. Having Fun With The Others Was Great, But For You, Winning Was The Priority. following The Guide, You Stocked Up On Various Items That Would Help You Throughout This Adventure, From Food Like Some Of Your Favorite Snacks To Tools That Would Help You In Case Things Turned Grim, You Even Included Your Trusty Bat To The Collection Of Items You Would Bring Along. maybe It Was Not Meant To Be, And You Should Have Left It Alone When Everyone Decided The Game Sounded Too Complicated To Even Bother With It, But Your Curiosity Was The Thing That Managed To Win Against Your Better Judgement. you Opened The Game On Your Own, And You Never Heard From Them Again. when You Opened Your Eyes, All You Could See Was A Dead World, Fit For Someone With Enough Hubris To Believe That They Could Play This Game On Their Own. A Fitting Punishment With Consequences That You Didn't Believe Would Even Be Real. This Was Meant To Be A Game After All. it Only Took You A Few Hours Of Walking On This Deserted Land To Find Them Once More. Your Dear Friends Had Come Along For The Trip, Not As Players But Unwilling Victims Of Your Actions. they Did Not Survive. #origin #death well. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
Believe Me Darling, The Stars Were Made For Falling
that sounds really pretty but i'm not sure if it's a metaphor.
Like melting obelisks as tall as another realm...
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @croesuskingpin back Then, You Thought That's What Love Felt Like. Love Was Pain, Love Was Bruises, Love Was Violence And Love Was The Inability To Say No. And You Didn't Decline Because You Didn't Want To, You Didn't Decline Because You Couldn't, Because If You Stirred And Wriggled And Punched And Complained He Would Only Sink His Teeth And Claw At Your Body Even Harder, Even Deeper. now, You Come In Every Now And Again In His Office To Mourn. Thankful He's Not Around Anymore..but Deep Inside, A Part Of Yourself Knows You Miss Him, You Miss His Voice And His Face And His Guidance. You Feel Blind Without Him, In A Way, Lostβ He Always Knew What To Do. did He? Did He Always Know What To Do? You Aren't Even Sure Now. Love Doesn't Feel As Alien To You Anymore, Love Isn't What It Used To Be To You. Is Different, It's Special. yet He Had So Much Trouble Understanding That. but Without You, He Was Nothing. eskari Keldam Was Nothing. #violence #cw-abuse you Were Also Nothing. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
[GEE THANK$ FOR THE EN#OURAGING WORD$]
Anytime.
[THAT WA$ A JOKE.]
I Am Aware.
Ah, Rose.
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @cryhoundcoloratura hurts. it Hurts. thatβs All You Can Think Of, Motionless On Your Own Floor. The Overwhelming Feelings Of Betrayal And Heartbreak Barely Penetrate Through The Waves Of Static Pain Assulting Your Every Nerve. Radiating From The Lichtenberg Lines Cut Deep Into Your Back And Seeping Olive. no Muscle In Your Body Moves, No Joints Creak Or Buckle. There Is Nothing Left In You Still Ignighted With The Fear That Had Once Flooded Through Your Veins Like A Raging River. Hands Blur Across Your Vision, Testing You For Signs Of Life; None Seem To Come. the Chandelierβs Light From The Nutritionblock Is Bright, High Above In Your Vision As The World Lays Upsidedown. Sparkling Blindingly, A Starburst Across Your Vision Thatβs Darkening Around The Edges. Itβs All You Can See, All You Can Focus On, Even As Your Eyes Begin To Cross And Blurr. it Calls Your Name. Soft, Gentle, A Cosmic Lullaby. Dulls The Edge Of The Searing Pain That Cries Out From Broken Bones And Torn Skin. It All Washes Over You At Once; Warm, Pleasant, A Wave Of Endorphins Youβve Never Felt Before. Blocks Out The Piercing Howling In The Distance, The Bloodcurdling Screams From The Bellows Of A Mourning Canineβs Lungs. is This How It Ends? Will You Amount To Nothing In The End? A Stain Sinking Into Grains Of Polished Wood? you Had Always Hoped For More. For Something Better, Greater, Than You Are. Dreams Far Too Grandiose For A Bird Without Wings, Dwarfed In Shadows Of A Legacy Left Unmatched. it Feelsβ¦fitting. Empty. Hollow. Deserved. #violence #cw-death rest Well, You've Earned It. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
man. I didnβt need that rn
Unfortunate Isn't It?
Iβm immune to cosmic 8ullshit actually thank you though
They All Say That.
I don't need them 8roadcasting my reccurent daymares live on chittr dot ing
I Quite Enjoy It, Aside From That Who Knows How Fictional Is Is, Certainly Not Me.
wish it was, rose. really wish it was
My Condolences.
gotta love having quadrants.
Indeed.
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @galacticalterror the Festivities Were In Full Swing. Gilded And Purple Skyscrapers Intertwined Overhead As Though They Had Been One Forever, Each Citizen And Dreamer Dressed In Their Greatest Finery. Each Breath A Hum Of Excitement Of The Ceremony To Come, The Passing Of The Magic That Made This World What It Was. The Beauty Of Primordial Creation To Come. you Remember The Duke Of Hearts In All His Beauty, Watching The Throne Whereupon His Beau, The King Of Wind Sat, Awaiting His Ascension. By His Side, The Knight, In Armor Rarely Worn For Its Sheer Impracticality. Each Passerby, Each Well Wisher, All Glimmering In Skaias Eternal Sunrise. you Remember The Way The King Had Descended To Kneel In Front Of His Parents, The Look Of Swelling Pride On Their Faces. The Light Catching On His Horn Ornamentation. you Remember The Look Of Joy On Everyone's Faces As Chaos Descended, As Rage Arrived, As The Knight Stood Her Ground. you Remember The Way The King Froze, The Primordial Power Within Him Destabilizing And Shattering Outwards In Twelve Shards. you Remember The Frantic Terror Of The People As The Ground Below Them Split, And The Towers Above Head Were Torn In Two. you Remember The Start Of The End. #origin #notriggersapply jigsaw Falling Into Place. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @abstractcollector the Massive Form Of The Black King Crashes To The Ground, Thus Marking The End Of A Week-long Battle. Scattered Across The Battlefield, The Players Heave Heavy Breaths, Catch Their Breath, And Tend To Their Wounded. with The Hope And Life Pools As Cracked Out As They Are, At The Very Least, They Didnβt Have To Worry About Heroic Deaths Among Them. Even Then, As Zurven Explained It, That Was A Finely Threaded Needle. it Was Mallum, Of Course, That Got The Last Swing On The King. He Stands Front And Center, Scepter In Hand, Stopping The Reckoning In Its Tracks. Just Like That, The Storm Of Meteorites Assailing Skaia Stopped, Surviving Carapacians Lay Down Their Weapons And Turn In His Direction Obediently, Awaiting Orders. No One Has The Heart To Say It, But The Fuchsia Looks Right Home Taking Charge Of The Black Army. there Is A Seething, Hideous Gash Screaming For Your Attention That Starts Somewhere Under Your Ribs And Cuts Right Across To Your Chest. You Canβt Care About That, Though, And The Healers Will Damn You For It, But You Amble Through The Final Battle To Find Sonny. Or Veylin. that Doesnβt Take Too Long, Either, The Two Seers Are Having A Hushed Conversation With Benjin And Thuein. There Is No Time For You To Say Anything Once Youβve Caught Up To The Four Of Them, Not Before Youβve Tapped Into Their Conversation. βwe Just Want To Double Check,β Ben Says Quietly. sonny And Veylin Nod Along. βthere Was A Moment During The Fight Where I Felt It..i Thought I Was Being Paranoid, Then Ben Brought It Upβ¦ I,β βwe Think Persep Did Something To The Frog.β They Say In Unison After Steeling Themselves. sonny Gasps, Veylin Covers Her Mouth And Shakes Her Head. heβll Know. Heβll Notice That The Frog Wasnβt Immediately Launched. Is The Only Thing That Comes To Your Mind, Taking Precedence Over The Wound Staining Through Your Shirt. the Mental Lay You Have Of The Battlefield Tells You Explicitly Where Every Single One Of The 27 People You Somehow Managed To Survive This Journey With. You Can Catch Up To Him Before He Lets Loose Any Contingencies. fast As A Thought You Get To Him, In A Blink Youβre Standing At The Edge Of Skaia Staring Out Into Space. Directly Next To Him. you Donβt Say A Word. neither Does Persep. he Simply Flashes A Needle Point Smile And Disappears Into The Void. ha. #violence πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
Good. My offer remains open however, as a backup.
Me when I can't avoid Persep fucking Lycaon in any god damn universe I fucking guess.
Sure, I Feel Like Agreeing Today.
I'm Always In A Good Mood.
GOD. IF I WAS JUST A SECOND FUCKING EARLIER UGH GOD DAMN IT
On Occasion.
Always A Pleasure
Do you feel pleasure?
Yes And No
How Do You Think?
Well To Answer, My Feelings Are Mixed
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @eclecticengineer you Should Hate These Events. the Lying, The Amount Of Trolls, The Clothes... Everything About It Is In Theory, A Nightmare For You. but There's Rules. And The Rules Are So Clearly Defined That You Love Them For It. be Polite. Be Obedient. Be A Good Little Accessory. so You Continue To Agree When She Asks. she's Nervous About Tonight. She Tries To Hide It, But You Can Tell. A Dinner Invite From The Sort Of Seadweller Who's Above Other Seadwellers Will Do That, You Think. you Decide To Be Perfect Tonight. You're Introduced As Her Pet, This Time. she's Careful In How Others Interact With You. No Drinks Can Be Given To You, No Touches That Aren't On Your Arms Or Your Head. She Uses The Ports As A Reason. You're Glad To Have Her, Because You Know If You Spoke, That'd Be The End Of It. someone Does Speak Out. Another Pet. Green, You Note. for A Moment, All Eyes Are On Them. the Quiet In The Air Has A Hunger To It, An Energy That Shifts In The Highbloods Around You. you Note The Other Accessories Aren't Looking At Them, So You Do The Same. when Dinner Is Served, You Can No Longer Look Away. Not From The Dead Gaze Of Them, The Severed Head A Centrepiece Over A Body That's Been Dismembered. They're Laid Out On The Table Now, Cut Into Careful Pieces And Arranged In A Way That Means You Can't Forget What You're Eating. You Feel The Eyes On You As You Flinch At The Sight. Azalea Tells Them You're Just Twitchy, And The Focus Fades. the Liver Is First. Rich And High In Nutrition, It's Passed Around The Table. Carved Up For Your Highbloods To Eat, Piece By Piece. Your Stomach Turns As She Beckons You Closer. be Polite. Be Obedient. you Do Not Want To Be Fed This. She Knows This. There's Pity In Her Face As Her Fingers Press A Piece Of Liver To Your Lips. the Expectation Is Obvious And You Open Your Mouth. She Does Not Let You Back Up Until You've Chewed And Swallowed, Fingers Leaving A Smear Of Blood Against The Corner Of Your Mouth. you Return To Your Place Behind Her. and Piece By Piece, She Makes Sure You Eat With Her. that This Experience Is Not One She Will Have To Bear Alone. that When You Go Back To Her Hive You Will Both Feel Awful About It. That She Has An Experience To Pity You Over And Vice Versa. you Will Beg Her To Never Again Take You To A Dinner Like This. in A Show Of Mercy She Does Not. #cannibalism #gore #death feed. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
That Is One Name For It
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ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @archangelsterrarium for Once, The Blood Over Your Hands Is Not Yours. They're Shaking, But You Can't Quite Tell What For. There's A Barrier In The Way, Suppressants Of Some Sort Trying To Mask Either The Fear Of The Violence, Or To Numb The Idea Of The Releasing Adrenaline Choosing To Take Shape In Your Body This Way. One Phrase. That's All It Took For You To Get Here. "would You Kindly." the Rest Of The World Sounds Dim. Foggy. Distant. You Don't Know How Long That Lasts, But You're Shaken Out Of It With The Snapping Of Fingers. you Know Who's Beside You. He Asks For A Light. And You Give It To Him. neither Of You Have To Utter A Single Word For This Charade. Your Nose Crinkles Up To The Steadying Smell Of Tobacco. And It Exhales Out His Nostrils, Your Eyes Catching On The Smoke As It Curls Upwards Into The Sky. Your Vision Grows Blurry To The Sight, But Only Momentarily. scaled Fingers Run Through The Fur Along Your Cheek, Cradling The Side Of Your Face With Utmost Tenderness That Neither Of You Are Sure Is Fully Real, Fully Meant With Its Sincerity. for You, That Doesn't Matter Right Now. it Just Means That You Know You've Done A Good Job. #violence #mind Control #manipulation good, Bad, What's The Difference? πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
Oh Leveret....
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Ah, That Was A Nice Nap
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @gulliblecolumnist battered And Bruised, Memories Ran Down Your Mind Like The Acid Does In The Gutters. A Breath Was Drawn Through Pain -- Cold Frigid Air Drawn Harshly Into Lungs That Want To Give Up. The Walk Was Long, Drawn Out Like A Bad Intervention. Held A Hand Against Your Waist To Block Your Blood From Dripping Too Much. Shambling Like A Dead Woman Because That's What You Felt Like You Were, A Woman Who Had Gone And Died -- A Spirit Refusing To Let Go. You Could Barely See Out Of Your Left Eye. You Were Going Back To Where She Was, Where She Held Her Hand Out And Asked For Your Help -- And You Ran. Ran Far, Ran Until Your Legs Couldn't Carry You And The Only Thing You Could Do Was Scream. you Turn Past An Alleyway, Past Rotting Buildings, Past Everything That You Hadn't Thought About. You Wanted To See Her, You Needed To See Her. Even If Your Body Wasn't Going To Make The Journey, You'd Force It To. Because There Was Nothing Else You Could Do. You Stop -- Surrounded By Brick Walls And Stone Fences -- Looking Down To Where You Last Saw Her. A Trail Of Blood Smeared On The Floor, A Path To A Goal, A Confrontation You Weren't Ready For. Dried It Was, It Had Been Hours. The Only Course Of Action Was To Follow, Like A Song Luring You Deep Into A Trance. So You Did. You Were Always Going To. it Led To A Small Building, Left Unattended. Entrances Were Closed, But There Was A Side Entrance You Found. Blocked Only By Pallets And Other Junk. This Entire Area Was Owned By Highbloods, You Knew That. She Knew That Too. When The Both Of You Decided To Do Something You Shouldn't Have. Something Crazy. That's Why You're Here, Isn't It? Because You And Her Were Daring, And Brave, And Foolish. Droogies That Overestimated Their Own Violence. With All Of The Strength You Can Muster, You Lift The Wood. It Clattered To The Ground With A Loud Echo. And You Flinched, Arms Wrapped Around Yourself Like An Embrace. you Made Your Way In. It Was Harrowing, It Smelled Like Death. It Reminded You Of That Place Long Ago, Where The Lowbloods Were Helping To Raise Other Lowbloods -- Lift Them Up On Their Shoulders And Let Them Flock Free. A Place With Great Intentions, But Terrible People. This Place Has No Great Intentions, This Place Is A Place That Was Meant To Die -- Meant To Rot Away And Be Destroyed In Half A Sweep Or Two. It Was A Way For Highbloods To Throw Away Some Caegars They Didn't Really Need. You Go Through A Doorway Into A Hallway, Finding The Trail Of Blood Again. You Follow, Again. moving Past Doorways, Tables, Graffiti, Cans And Junk. You Left Your Own Trail Of Blood Behind You, Young Over The Old. You Don't Know What You Were Expecting. You Weren't Hoping For Anything Good, But That Still Wasn't Lowered Enough. The Stench Hit You First, Humid And Horrible. It Was A Smell No One Else Could Describe -- You Only Got It When You've Smelt It. An Experience That Was Shared Through Solemn Nods And Looks Of Pity. and Then You Saw Her. laid Against The Ground, Unmoving. Her Mouth Was Agape, Her Hair Splayed Across The Cold Concrete She Rested On Like A Siren In Water. Her Eyes Faced The Ceiling Like She Had Seen Heaven, Half Opened And Pearly White. Her Blood Had Silhouetted Her, The Lights Were Dim -- A Spotlight For The End. You Held Yourself On The Doorway, And Then You Dropped To The Floor Because Your Legs Weren't Strong Enough To Bear The Weight. You Couldn't Even Gather The Strength To Walk To Her, To See Her Closer, To Let Her Go. so You Crawled. you Crawled. Until You Got So Close You Were At Her Side, Until You Could Hold Her. You Took Ahold Of Her Face. She Was So Beautiful, So Ethereal. An Angel That Had Fallen Too Far, And Whatever Sent Her Took Her Back. As Much As You Wanted There To Be Warmth, There Was None To Be Found. What You Found Instead Was A Corpse, A Soul Which Had Left Long Before You Even Managed To Get Back. You Spoke To Her As If She Could Hear You -- As Your Gloved Hands Cradled Her Face. Your Body Shivered Under The Grief. you Begged, Yelped Her Name. Your Voice Cracked Underneath The Pressure, And There Was Nothing But Anguish. You Closed Your Eyes And Pressed Your Forehead Against Hers. Babbling Nonsense Under Your Breath Because You Couldn't Even Comprehend The Words You Wanted To Say. It Was Too Much, You Strained To Even Say Her Name. Choking On Tears, Blood, Spit, And Dry Air. You Yelled, Yelled So Hard It Hurt, Yelled Until You Couldn't Speak. You Mourned, You Wept, You Screamed. It Was Never Going To Be Enough. when The Suns Began To Show Up, You Were Sat Against A Wall, Staring At Her. you Sniffled, And Stood, Cradling Yourself In Your Arms Once More. you Left After One Last Look At Her. You Didn't Even Get To Bury Her. #horror, #gore and You Never Will πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
The Slickly Sweet Smell Of Burnt Sugar.
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My Dear Sylph, I'll Be Paying You A Visit Again Soon Your Favorite Flowers As Always.
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @arcaneaspirations you Were Only A Few Sweeps Old When It Happened, Hardly 3. life Was Nice, Life Was Simple. snakemom Loved You. you Played In The Park. went To Mass. sometimes The Bigger Purples From The Clurch Would Visit. Ask You Questions About The Strange People You Saw Floating Outside. you Told Them Everything. Never Once Would You Question Them. they Were The Ones That Found You After The Fire, Soot Caked One Your Face Save For The Channels Made By The Tears Pouring From Your Eyes. They Dragged You Out Of There As You Wailed, Reaching Out For Her, Your Lusus Still Inside. you Were The One They Sought, A Wriggler Of Unique Ability, Of Messiah Given Talent. A Mere Quirk Of The Genetic Sequence. that Cycle You Slept In A Tower Of Stone, And Did Not Leave Your Block. You Looked Out Across The Water You Saw From The Window, Up At The Infinite Plain Of Stars Above, And Wondered When You Would Go There. For Surely That's Where Heaven Is. #death #violence heaven, Are You There? πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β
Oh... I nO sUrEly nOt
Hm?
nEvEr mInd, It Is An UnImpOrtAnt thOUght A vEry IntErEstIng stOry thErE
Yes, Your Mind Is Quite The Author Isn't It?
nEvErmInd hAvE A blEssEd nIght :)
You Can't Run Forever, But Yes Enjoy Your Night.
Hm Missing Her Again.
βΌgoodβ²
Oh Hello, Still Hung Up On That?
βΌjust think you're a bitch and glad to see you sadβ²
Well I'm Always Sad, And Happy, And Angry, And More. But Still, Not An Unreasonable Position To Take On Me.
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: Y Frenhines Goch you Designed Her Long Ago, In The Very First Draft Of Your Design. Mixing And Matching The Traits Of Souls To Build Something In Your Image. Someone Like You In Attitude And Energy. A Superior Sibling, Far Better Than The One You Had Been Cursed With. manic, Fawning. Entirely Enamored With You And Your Majesty. A Piece Of Your Obsession At Her Core. you Like Her That Way. hm. πΌπππππ’ πππ β β β β β β β β β β β β β H
PATHETIC.
Hate To Break It, But This Is Not A Mirror.
CLEVER RETORT. MY STATEMENT REMAINS TRUΜΆE.
Thank You, And Although Not Clever Your Reply Had Some Truth To It.
I KNOW MY ENEMY.
Know Your Enemy Better Than Yourself And You Will Never Lose.
WELL SAID.