@discardedPasts β #nsfwe
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@tiresianThaumaturge You don't remember what happened during your Embrace. You returned to the mortal plane with the vague idea of a violation, and knowledge that you had been granted the power you sought, but nothing more. This memory is as much metaphor as it is literal. These warnings do not describe what explicitly occurred in the memory, but what any sane reader would extrapolate: #csa #sa #nsfw #nsfwe They are included not for your benefit, sorceress. You will keep reading regardless. Your impression of violation is correct. Their tendrils wr...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler βThatβs not true,β you tell yourself. You know the cruelty living in your hands. You hate everything youβve becomeβ the shape of your name, the sound of your own thoughts. So you keep pailing with strangers, keep pretending not to care, while secretly wishing someone had loved you gently enough to stay. You wish you were good. Or at least forgivable. But nothing erases it. Not the pills, not the rope around your neck, not the trembling excuses you whisper to yourself. You think about the things pain taught you to do, and it...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler You still called them your lover, even though their touch felt like fear back then. You were too young to know that love was never supposed to hurt. Maybe thatβs what happens when your first lessons came from cruelty. You pushed away the people who cared, and hated yourself for it after. Now the smoke, the bottle, the razor on your skin. None of it makes you feel clean. None of it teaches you how to be loved. You wear yourself like a wound, and people flinch when they see you. Not because you are cruel, but because pain learned h...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