@discardedPasts β #violence
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: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:@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:@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:@croesusKingpin Way back when I was 8 or 9 sweeps old. I was in love with this cobalt marineer who would come to the shores everyday to deliver food from the other side of the ocean for the tropical neighborhood consisting of olives and teals that was near me. I didn't talk to anyone but my ancestor during that time, I received my education at hive by paid teacher. But I had always wanted friends, I thought I was too old to be thinking that way anymore but there was no way around it. This marineer would park his boat next to the dock whenever I laid there nak...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:@cosmopolitanAequitas It was a random adventure. Some phenomenon affecting dream bubbles. Fef sent us out to go resolve it, so we did; the details don't matter. But we were traveling through some troll's memories, through this old rusting factory where every step sent this insufferable rattling noise through my bones. Despite the freezing cold, I was walking along, trying to stay tranquil as could be. *Like the surface, Eri, like the surface,* I told myself. *Just a little weight, that's all. You'll get somewhere nicer real soon.* I almost bumped into som...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:@carcinologyGenarch You remember the first time your secret was revealed. Unlike the canon timeline, your mutant genetics were never revealed by Jack Noir, but by one of your own friends. You remember attempting to pacify your friend, only to have your own weapon turned against you. This was one of the first times you died. You remember the sharp feeling of the blade against your flesh and the warmth of your candy-red blood seeping through your sweater. You remember the look of shock in your other friends' eyes. The shock reflected back at you. You ha...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:@turntwinkGodhead Your brother looms over you as you stand on the rooftop, Lil Cal circling around you before a sword hilt bashes your stomach and knocks you to the ground. Or, it would if you didn't land in Cal's arms. He picks you up as your brother proceeds to use your stomach as a punching bag. You puke. Apple juice and animal graham crackers from earlier in the day. "Bro. Eating? Really? You know what happens when I catch you doing that shit." You're so fucking scared. You get hit by the sword again. Not the hilt this time, a slash. You feel the warmth of ...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:@lovwerboy "Thig a chulaidh, thig a luaidh / Thig i sitheadh uchd a' chuain," His voice cracks into silence from poor use as he sings to you. The Old Alternian is dry, offkey, and infinitely halting and quiet like a secret he's keep buried inside the four walls of the seaside hive. "Bheir i thugam e gu slΓ n / Sgiobair mara nan seΓ²l ard." You heave a sigh, exhausted, face burning, eyes middle distance, looking at your reflection in a glass cabinet. The tightly wound titan holds you against his chest, armor off, fly-away hair wild around lightning strike horn...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:A lost soul Everything is darkness around you, but you know that They move there around you. You hear their whispers, their pleads and threats, you hear them beg to move with you through the dreams of others. They want to come with you, to feast on those that would dare to seek their power without giving anything in return. There is darkness everywhere until there is not, and one of them has followed you back. There is screaming and fire and inky black ichor everywhere. There is the roaring sound of an unnameable shriek that shatters the minds of those aroun...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