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ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @neonallnight [future] you Thought Nothing Of The Fact That The Last Dungeon You Decided To Do Before The Fifth Gate Was In A Floating Island Just Covered In Trees. perfect Place To Hide Something. you Walked Into The Forest, Following The Landmarks Told To Locate The Dungeon. You Were Confident In Your Skills, Considering You Had Just Recently Alchemized An Amazing New Weapon For It. you Wouldn't Make It To The Dungeon. it Should've Been The Devious Quiet Laughter That Gave It Away. when All Of A Sudden... You Feel It. A Blade, Who's Owner ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @bummelboogie death is all there is #death back Again Are We? πΌπππππ’ πππ
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @stygianchimera tight. Everything Is Tight. It's Dark. it's Squeezing Together Like Playdough, Different Colours Mixing, Not Even Into Brown But Into An Inky Black. This Is A Void Of Nothing, Nothing But Tightness. There Is No Need To Breathe, But If There Was There Would Be No Room. There Is Nothing But Squeezing And Whispers. whispers? There Was No Sound Here. suddenly, A Sting. It Hurt. It Was Like A Gunshot. Like The Ribcage Had Been Pulled Apart Rib By Rib And Slowly Pushed Back Together; Molded, Melded, Welded With Fiery Hot Pain. It's Going ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @lunarlupine crunch. bone Gives Way Under Your Hands As They Dig Into The Chest Cavity. Thereβs A Process To This. There Always Is. You Crack The Ribcage Open And Your Claws Grasp The Pusher And Tug. The Blood Is Warm Against Your Skin. fangs Sink Into The Muscle And Tear. As You Swallow, The Hunger Starts To Fade. Finally. youβve Been Hungry For So Long. Why Not Indulge This Time? crunch. your Fangs Are Perfect For This. For Ripping And Tearing And Devouring. For Cracking Bones Like Dry Sticks As You Rend The Flesh From Them. Your Claws, Sharp...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:@starlitdearheart it Was Too Hot, Even For Sleeping The Day Away. (at Least, For You.) the Ruins The Two Of You Had Curled Up In Kept The Worst Of The Heat At Bay, But It Wasnβt Enough For You. Still, You Laid With Her, Close By Her Side. you Couldnβt Sleep, But You Couldnβt Do Anything Else But Lie There And Wait For The Sun To Set, For A Night That Would Be Too Cold. (at Least The Cold Never Made You Feel So Dizzy That You Might Pass Out.) so You Had Just Watched The Shimmering Horizon Through A Crack In The Wall, Watched The Heat Waver And Dance ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @truculenttempest you Remember When They Separated You From The Rest Of The Jades In The Caverns, Your Matron And Her Assistant. The Younger Jadeblood's Expression Should Have Been A Sign Of What Was To Come, Should Have Alerted You To The Despair That You Were Going To Feel Yourself Plunged Into, But You Were So Proud. So Proud Of Yourself, As A Nurturing Presence In The Caverns, That You Never Could Have Anticipated The Direction Your Life Would Take. You Were So Proud, And So Young. you Had Been Specifically Pointed Out As Inadequate, But Your Eyes And...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @lunarlupine that Name. stolen From One You Lost. don't You Remember What It Meant? the Way It Was Gasped As Your Pusher Started Beating Again? the Meaning As It Was Screamed When Your Claws Tore Through Flesh Like Paper? the Feeling Of It Settling Into Your Bones As Your Lungs Ached For Air? monster. #death #gore #violence are We Not All Monsters? πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @bummelboogie death is all there is #death back Again Are We? πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: Dave dear Seer actually Lets Just Cut The Letter Bullshit Cause Im Not Really Sending This To Anyone Its Less Of A Physically Scratched Out Piece Of Paper And More Of An Agonizing Floating Thought In My Mind Palace anyways i Miss You you Died A Very Long Time Ago i Spent Most Of My Time Grieving You After What Happened Happened there Isnt Anything For Me To Bury but I Still Dug Up 6 Feet Of Dirt and Got You A Nice Headstone bring You Flowers All The Time clean Your Headstone Too it Took A Lot For Me To Do What I Needed To Do i Was Destined To...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @turntechgodbird your Hand Remains Curled Around His Arm, Talons Nearly Digging Into His Cold Skin. Your Glow Doesn't Illuminate Against Him Like It Does With All Other Things. There's A Tremble To Your Hands You're Pretending Not To Notice. "why Can't You Kill Me?" his Voice Is So Quiet You Almost Don't Catch It. It's Wrong. You Shouldn't Be Hearing Him Like This, But You Can't Turn Away. you Stare At His Face And The Unnatural Shadows Looming Over His Eyes. Can't You Put Him Out Of His Misery? The Question Alone Brings A Surge Of Panic. you Kno...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @bummelboogie death is all there is #death quite Right You Are. πΌπππππ’ πππ
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: The Lord you Visited Prospit Before It Was Destroyed In The Break. You Wanted To See It In Person. You Wanted To See The Corpse. you Found It. Her Vile, Putrid Faceβ¦a Reflection Of Your Own. The Face You Long Imagined Seeing Dead, Broken. it Wasnβt Enough. you Wanted To See Her. To Be In Conflict With Her. To Tear Her Apart And Feel Her Try To Tear You Apart As Well. she Had To Die. but It Wasnβt Enough. #violence #death maybe One Day You Will Get There Sir. πΌπππππ’ πππ
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@grimbarkGuardian The Wolf. She had a look in her eye. Like she knew it was suicide. Like she didn't care. She smiled at you. She even honored you with a kiss on the forehead. You thought it was just to reassure you. But it was to say goodbye. You hadn't seen her fight in sweeps, but god, was it beautiful. She cut down the ungrateful masses like they were paper, like she was simply dancing with her 2x3dent and they just happened to be in the way. Her psiionics cut swathes through the crowd, and you felt her grip on you loosen ever so slightly as she turn...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@megaloMemes a memory, yet to come you saw her hit the ground or, what was left of her, that version of "you" gone, turned to dust, another body to the piles that litter your land so, many thousands of yourself dead, youd think maybe youd grown past caring about it but this one *HURT* like no other, watching the wind slowly carry her away, off to the stars above you you weep you scream you dare not dream she was you, once, maybe in another life, she watched you vanish all the same and maybe, youll be her one day, drifting off to the...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@tima3usT3stifi3d YβΆu lβΆv3d h3r. H3r blβΆβΆd is βΆn yβΆur fac3. YβΆu lβΆv3d h3r. YβΆu watch3d h3r di3. YβΆu hav3nβt said a wβΆrd. YβΆu think yβΆu might b3 in shβΆck. Stuck h3r3, waiting. WβΆnd3ring. R3playing it βΆv3r and βΆv3r in yβΆur h3ad. RβΆ%y LalβΆnd3 is d3ad. H3r blβΆβΆd is gβΆn3, nβΆw, fβΆr th3 mβΆst part. But yβΆu can still f33l it. Itβs lik3 itβs burn3d intβΆ yβΆur skin. AnβΆth3r RβΆ%y app3ars with th3 kid v3rsiβΆn βΆf PβΆpPβΆp CrβΆck3r. YβΆu watch h3r hug th3 kid v3rsiβΆn βΆf h3r mβΆth3r. YβΆu dβΆ nβΆt gβΆ tβΆ h3r. YβΆu, still, dβΆ nβΆt say a wβΆrd. FβΆr βΆnc3 that has nβΆthing tβΆ dβΆ with y...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@eldritchTherapy Infinite realities infinite possibilities and now you stand before another version of yourself, they're god-tier apparel is so bright it practically blinds you, instinctively you block out almost every word of your own rambling, you always overdid it while talking even you knew it was a problem. Of course it seems this version of you isn't as bad as you are much more heroic much more determined much more angelic. You can't help but imagine what her relationship life is like before of course ignoring it Sure she probably has a love her back...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@eclecticEngineer You don't even remember her face, do you? The friend you turned into a smear on the concrete. The one who encouraged you out of your shell, helped you think about options other than the helm. Do you even remember her name? Or do you just remember the sensation of her body cracking under the pressure of your psionics? How her bones fractured and soft organs squished? How they laughed? #death #violence #gore You don't. πΌπππππ’ πππ
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@pearlescentPetals You think you saved her from the lusus-swarm, didn't you? From the toxins of the conesnails. That's what you both remember, so it must be true. The truth lies in a rainy night. In your violet-blooded friends and you going on a hunt for some fun. For whatever lowblood caught your eye. She did. Of course she did, with her shades and her warm smile. With her friends. All of them scared and trying to stand up to you. You could see the anger in your friends eyes. So when they focused on torturing the olive-blood at your hive, while their ba...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@ultracriticalBalk Your earliest memories of life were cold and harsh. You were alone, mostly. A small child grasping at leaves and twigs to bring you comfort. Your lusus wasnβt around. This made you grow cold. And harsh. Critical of everything around you. That is until they welcomed you. They fed you. Housed you. Healed you. Physically, at least. They gave you a place to stay when not even your own guardian cared to keep tabs on you. Tuhoon showed you joy. He was your first friend. You can recall playing cards with him and the one you werenβt entirely keen ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@chitinousTraveler You're not even a Rainbow Drinker, are you? You did it. You. You. You. It was only you. Hercules Lighteye was a monster, he was a Rainbow Drinker through and through. But you're just... You're just wrong. You don't have his ancient blood in you. You're not a Saint of his Prehistory. You're just wearing his robes. You're just pretending to be something grander. You told yourself the mandibles meant something. The palps gave you the shape of his true maw. Your strange body had to have reason. You ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@turntechGodbird There's paint on your talons. The daises are grey. You could've sworn you were painting them white. When did you start doing this at all? You're smiling. It strains the muscles in your face. You look nothing like yourself. "He's gone." You laugh, swiping the paintbrush across a few more petals to turn them grey. He was limp. Dead. Had to be, and isn't it the funniest thing in the world to think your kid is dead. "That's not funny." You double over at her tone, nearly dropping the paintbrush. When you turn, she's frowning. It'...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@gallowsCalibrator#1443 Is this one yours? Blood pooling under your ribs as the sword sinks in and twists and you look up at the shock on her face as the life leaves you- No. Not yours. You're still alive. The next one, maybe. The courts echo in your ears. Cheers and murmurs. He's across from you. He's on trial, blood colour discovered and waiting for you to read out- Still not yours. You played a game. Try again. Maybe this time it'll be you. She smiles at you and it's like the sun. Blinding and overpowering and painful and yet you can't look...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@eclecticEngineer You aren't quite sure of when the power surges started. They were small at first. Little zaps that would make you crush something suddenly. Enough to make you no longer use them to carry your lusus around. The mediculler doesn't have an answer for you. You stop going out. You try to find reasons, patterns to why they happen. Bright lights. Flashes. You can work around that. You dim your own psionics, slowing the pulse of their rate till they don't hurt your eyes anymore. You wear sunglasses to help and you do not conside...Read more