@discardedPasts β #gore
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@taciturnGodhead You're bleeding. A lot more than usual too. Normally, you can slap a bandage on that shit and call it a day. Maybe even text John about the sick new scar you just earned cause that's what happens training with the coolest guy in the world. He gives you those opportunities to show off. This time though, you feel lightheaded as you make your way back inside. Instead of scoffing or commenting on your shitty blocking skills, Bro had frozen for half a second then absconded almost immediately after slicing into your leg like it was cake. So...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@unusualVisionary I was walking home, back before I was put on a colony and I was still on Alternia. Whether it be divine gift or retribution for past sin, I was angry. Angrier than I ever was and ever could be. It was white hot, almost blinding. I don;t know what possessed me to do it but I culled the first person I saw. When I had come to my senses they were ripped open, fronds shattered. There was gore everywhere across the street. I can't believe I thought that was normal. That that was okay. That it was acceptable and even expected of me. I want to never ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:Fate's Agent You remember them. All their smiling faces. All their love. The moments you spent holding their faces. Watching them grow old around you. Your friends, your lovers. Only a few had the power to live beyond their sweeps. Watching the others pass broke your bloodpusher, into pieces, until there was nothing left. You remember beseeching a higher power. You discovered a way to call upon that power, in hopes of bringing them all back. You cut your palm over the sigil, built the macabre effigies... You remember seeing the blood drip, and the glow of th...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A regretful soul *A memory comes into view, a moment of violence, a bloodied vision, hands stained with their own blood, the sounds of exhaustion against a foe, resting in that same position they were once in, disemboweled, their own intestines laying before him, their vision stuck to a singular eyeball, barely crawling.* *Tears are falling to the ground, bloody tears, broken teeth as they're forced up through their own need, a slow, shamble forwards towards an alien, a highly decorated one, they grip their own intestines and wrap them around the alien's nec...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@electroMagnus I met him like 10 sweeps ago or smthin. I was living in my own hive at the time, a shoddy piece of shit I managed to rent in a low blood complex. Druggies, muties, and all different kinds of bastards were huddled up there same as I, just hoping for a roof over our heads. High bloods typically stayed far the fuck away, not wanting to mingle in our tainted space, but the occasional purple would grab an unlucky fuck and take em back for culling. Sometimes even cull them right there considering the lack of surveillance. It was best to stay inside...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
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:@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
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@militaristicGeek The intergalactic wars were something every troll eventually faced. You were scared, but your life was empty anyway, so you enlisted. Training was ruthlessβdays blurred together until killing became routine, another mechanical task beneath burning alien skies. Then during a prison transfer, you heard music. It was your best friend, the mutantblood musician, tortured and awaiting execution for what he was. His horns had been cut down, wires buried in his flesh, his smile barely holding together. That night, while the camp slept, you snuck to h...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@megaloMemes You buried her, in that same old spot the two of you used to hide away that old clearing in the woods you ran and ran and ran carrying that mound of yellow pulp for hours and you buried it what was left of her that sickening disgusting squelch as strike after strike turned her into a bloody mush while she screamed for your help even as your arms and legs tore from their grasp you could not help you could not help you could not help you still carry her blade that golden rapier still covered in her blood ...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@tardyThumper #gore #violence oh what fun, oh what fun what fun what MOTHERFUCKING FUN!!! what fun! you belong! Run and run and run, what FUN! you BELONG! You jump, you soar! what FUN! you BELONG! You scream, they cheer! what FUN! you BELONG! You flip, you fall! what FUN! you BELONG! you land. Splat. what FUN! you BELONG! they're crying, they're bleeding, and it's over. it's over, and- what fun? you belong? what did they even do to deserve this? no fun. no belong. some of the others beg for release. You run! not strong! you'll never wa...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@turntechGodsaid you didn't wait to find a note to head to the roof this time. He's been calling you up there to spar more and more often lately. you've been waking up bruised and battered and tired but you get up every single day anyways. Training, He calls it. Preparation. He hasn't let you in on any of His plans, but you've seen the texts, you've heard the phone calls when He thinks you're asleep. He talk's with Jade's grandpa a lot. He's even come over to visit a few times. He was big and loud and filled up the already cramped apartment and ruffled your hai...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@prevaricatorySimulation Remember the sound that he made when he hit the floor. Sometimes in the little hours when the sun's been up for too long, and you've eluded sleep for enough blinks to allow the delirium of sleep deprivation to set in, you can hear it when it gets too quiet. Avoiding the daymares only ever seems to be an exchange for a different collection of psychological dangers. The sound of the thud that his body made as it ragdolled onto the ground and spattered cobalt across the carpeting that he'd been so neurotic about keeping clean. Do...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@gardenPupstic You feel it rushing the feeling of adrenaline breaking the foreground, your stomach getting sick but your mind fully satisfied. You feel it all breaking down around you. The blood staining your claws the gore all scattered about. Brute force was the only way SHE felt dealing with these other unkileable pawns and after this time around it seems she was right. Your friends are gone finally, you are one of few remaining...you should feel dread, anxiety, anger. The worst part is you feel proud. You feel great for killing them all just be...Read more