@discardedPasts β #body-horror
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @woegothic wouldn't You Like For These Memories Of Yours To Rot? you And I Both Know That They Don't. they Are Polite, Still, And Indispensable. They Lie Beneath The Floor Of Your Mind Like Something Wrapped In A Sheet, Once Beloved Enough To Be Mourned. Now, It Is Inconvenient Enough To Be Forgotten. If One Is Fortunate, The Sheet Says Clean. You Were Not, And Now It Has Stained Through. woegothe Curatrix Does Not Remember Her Death In The Manner People Would Prefer A Girl Like Her To Remember Dying. there Was No Tidy Last Breath. No Dramatic Ha...Read more
The Big 200 ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @corallinecataclysm greetings, Young Seer. i See You Havenβt Ceased Your Fruitless Attempts At Peering Into My Hatchlingβs Mind, And Iβll Admit Iβve Grown Rather Fond Of Your Struggle. Consider This My Gift To You For Persisting, Though This Is Your Last Warning As Well. cease. do Not Tempt Fate, Restless As You Are To Do So. last Night, Our Link Was Blocked By Another. This Is, Too, A Reminder To My Sweet Youngling To Quit Fooling Herself Into Believing She Can Be Rid Of Me. You Are Mine, Meenah. The Sooner You Accept It, The Easie...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@discardedPasts The clock strikes twelve. You're not alive, you don't feel things at least you think you wouldn't. But as the box cracks the wood snaps the felt tears You felt pain as if your entire being is being torn apart. Every moment is excruciatingly agonizing the felt of the box which holds so many memories for so so long terrors into shards It's pitch black fabric falls The pieces of wood and steel that hold the box together bend and snap the wood cracking and splinters the steel bending and breaking rusting away. The memories flowing all ga...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@drownedPrecipice You do not remember the night We chose you as Our Vessel. Our Reverberation. You do not remember when We entered your body. You do not remember the way We remade you in Our image. How We answered your wish. You do not remember the way We twisted your flesh, your muscles, your bones, your organs. Integrating your body into Our own. Knitting tentacles into ligaments and ink into blood. Filling every crevice of yourself with Us. You do not remember when you stopped aging. When you stopped growing. You do not remember holding the sc...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidsGalvanized Cold. Complete, total cold. It wasn't fleeting, it was consuming, but not in that sharp, stinging way. It was simply a lack of heat, any body warmth once retained stripped away from your broken, shattered body. You couldn't think. All you could feel was a dull, throbbing ache, throughout what was left of your tired, burning husk. It couldn't be called a body anymore; there was too much blood, sinew, bone. Your already decaying shell bloomed open on the metal flooring like a blue carnation, tissue and organs and limbs blown to shreds. T...Read more