@discardedPasts — #violence
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @nightterrorpsychologist you're Alone, The Storm Continues To Rage Above, "אלוהים יעזור לי." You Mutter. why Did You Go Out Again? why Do You Keep Praying For Help? you Don't Want Help. there's Something In These Woods, And It's Violent. you Know If You Run Into It You'll Be Ripped To Shreds. what A Painful End, Your Flesh Hanging Loose, Your Organs Falling Out. What A Horrible Desire For An 11 Year Old Girl To Hold. you Don't Know When The Desire Arose, But It Haunted You, Picking At The Back Of Your Mind. "it'll Go Away, I'll Feel Better Soon." You ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @karmadagger knife On Skin That Wasnt My Own For The Very First Time. Fighting For Scrap's, Getting My Eye Pulled Out By Some Insane Guy. I Guess I Just Looked At Him Wrong Or Something. But Ill Always Vividly Remember Having To Clog The Wound With Shitty Depth Perception By Grabbing Used Fast Food Napkin's Out Of Trash Bin's. Idk. Very Vivid And It Still Haunt's Me Now Even Though Im Fine #gore #violence ruthless 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @markzucc it’s The Middle Of The Night. you Can’t See Anything But You Know What’s Happening. The Way You’re Being Rocked And The Pressure Between Your Stems, The Sickening Noise Of Panting Above You. You Know What’s Happening; You Aren’t That Dumb. It’s The Same Thing That’s Been Going On For The Past However-long-it’s-been Since He Got Pissed At You. Sweaty Palms Grip At Your Hips, Nails Digging Into Your Flesh. in All Honesty, You’d Just Like To Go To Cupe And Not Have To Deal With This Right Now. But, This Isn’t About You. This Is About Pleasing H...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Future! @corollaryatopos hahah. I Don't Know Which One Of Me Had This Dumb Idea First, But It Doesn't Really Matter. I Am Exactly Panless Enough Think This Up Independently Several Times Over, I'm Sure. My Coplayers Will Never Be Able To Fully Grasp How Many Aeons I Have Spent On Battles That They Will Never See, Because As Soon As The Fight Is Over, For Them It Never Actually Happened. The Closer We Get To The End, The Worse It Gets. I Haven't Slept In Weeks Because If I Ever Slowed Down Long Enough To Try, She'd Catch Up To Me And It Would Be Over. I Can't R...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: A Rogue Of Time's Heart you Remember Swimming the Stars Above Reflecting Off The Water You Were Submerged In and You Imagined that You Were Swimming With The Stars and With The Gods Who Watched Over You and When Their Utmost Betrayal Struck You you Remember Swimming and You Imagined violence Upon Those Same Wretched Gods anger Made Its Home And Broke Your Hold.... the Future Awaits You, And The Cacophony Awaits You Alongside It because, Well, We Are You a Heart, Emotional, Blindingly Bright, And Bloodied a Mind, Cunning, ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: A Helpless Soul. it Was Only A Week Ago That It Happened. But The Memory Still Plays Loudly In Your Head. A Fist Fight Gone Wrong. you Were Lying On The Ground, Refusing To Give Up Against Your Opponent. You Were Full Of Adrenaline. Full Of Hope. It Was Keeping You Going Despite The Bruising And How Much Pain You Felt In Your Knee. "nothing Could Go Wrong" You Thought. Suddenly, Your Opponent Grabbed Your Leg. They Had A Firm Grip. They Started Bending It. It Hurt. The Bending Hurt. suddenly, The Leg Was Ripped Clean Off. It Hurt. It Hurt. iƚ Ԋυɾƚʂ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @callouslycynical the Cause Had Been Going So Well. The Tide Of War Looked Almost As Though It Might Turn, Had You Pushed Just A Little More, Earned A Few More Critical Victories. A Duet Had Turned Into A Cadre, Into A Community, Into An Army. Her Righteous Cause Had Inspired Legions To Form An Uprising, And Your Mind Could See It All, The Chessboard Of The World Unfolded Through Maps And Battalions And Supply Lines. It Seemed Possible That She Could Win, Truly Win. such Folly. It All Came Crashing Down So Swiftly, And None Were Prepared. The Overwhelming ...Read more
The Big 200 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @corallinecataclysm greetings, Young Seer. i See You Haven’t Ceased Your Fruitless Attempts At Peering Into My Hatchling’s Mind, And I’ll Admit I’ve 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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @croesuskingpin the Night You Had Sneaked Out Was Quite Full Of Surprises And By That You Mean Lot's Of Trouble And Running. you Wanted To See What It Was Like Out On The City, With Other Trolls, You Didn't Want To Become A Shut-in. You Wanted To Experience Stuff Trolls Your Age Did. you Got Into A Fight With A Bunch Of Drunken Men, At The Time You Weren't Strong Enough To Defend Yourself So Clearly You Got Kicked To The Ground Then To Hell And Back. Your Nose Was Bleeding And You Had A Tear In Your Lips. Your Arms Where All Scratched Up And Your Pants Had T...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @breathabsolved it Once Was A Game. it Wasn't Your Choice To Play, Yet You Did. and After Sweeps And Sweeps, What Do You Have Now? no More Friends, No More Land, Only A Rock Drifting Through The Dark Emptiness And The Echoing Halls Within. it Was All Your Fault. You Chose This. you Chose To End It All, After Being Denied Choice For So Very Long, And It Was All Carried Out By Your Hand. you Watched As Each And Every Living Thing Around You Withered Into Ash, Felt It Slip Through Your Fingers As The People You Once Called Friends Vanished...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @bummelboogie one Day, When You Walk Through Prospit, You See Her. She’s Shaking, And Crying, The [torn] Tears Mixing With The Smears On Her Face And Dripping Into The Golden Pajamas, The Same As You’re Wearing Now. She Has A Knife In Her Hands, And While The Point Wobbles In The Air With The Force Of Her Sobs, She Doesn’t Lower It. You Recognize Her, Of Course. She’s You, And The Sadness And Fear And Deep, Deep Grief Was Once Yours. You Raise Your Hands And Try To Approach, But Then She Approaches You, Much Faster, Trying To Drive The Knife Into Your Heart. ...Read more
@industrialincidentalist your Hand Is Around Her Throat. you See The Terrified Look In Her Eyes. She Spits Rust Blood At You And You Lick It From Your Lip. you Relish The Taste. one Less Drop Of Blood In Her Body. you Are Spilling Your Own Onto Her Desk, A Puncture Where She Drove Her Blade Into Your Side. her Voice Is In Your Head. let Me Go. Let Me Go. you Rotten, Rotten Thing. Let Me Go. putrid. Disgusting. worth Less Than The Dirt On My Shoe. let Me Go. but Your Hand Stays Tight Around Her Throat. One Movement Could Snap It. she Would Die. you Would Be Able To Tear This Place D...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @watchingauthor screams Broke Your Focus. Everything Felt Sluggish. What Shades Were On Your Hands? Everything Smells Like Blood.. You Blink Too Slow. They Tasted Blood As Well. It Was Hard To Think. You Managed To Barely Look At Who Was Cornered And Stared At A Blurry Image. It Seemed Like They Were Leaving. You Stayed On The Ground. You Felt Something In Your Teeth.. There Was Broken Toy Pieces All Around In Grass. They Were More Than Fifth Your Size. It Was Silly.. You Wonder Why That Troll Ran.. There Was Splinters And Olives And Was It Olives ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @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? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @teramorphoustelamon some Things Hurt More To Remember. It's In Flashes- The Firelight Flickering And Illuminating His Green Eyes, His Charming Smile, The Heat Of His Skin. You Could've Spent The Rest Of Your Life In Those Arms, But Instead You Hear The Click Of A Gun And See The Glint Of It Aimed At You. He Tells You, "if Ever I See You Again, I'll Kill You." And You Don't Know That You'd Blame Him If He Did. #suicidalideation #guns #violence you Have No Idea. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @fadeddialtone Why Does He Do Eveything In His Power To Make Everything Harder On You?! You Hate Him. You Hate Him So Much. It Is Half-baked And Unpleasant. Does He Even Know How Hard You Work To Keep His Roleplay Going? You Want To Kill Them All. They Annoy You Too Much. You Hate Their Faces. You Have To Pretend Like You're Their Friend. It's Idiotic. You Are Trying To Keep Him Distract. When Can You Be Rid Of Him? You Need Him Gone. Your Call Is Processing... please Listen For The Tone To Know That Your Call Is Being Processed #violence #...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @soulfulgallant this Memory Is Buried Deep, Hazy And Fragmented, From Long Before You Assumed This Form she Suddenly Appeared In The House, Missing An Arm, Gushing Blood, Having Paid The Price For Using Her Powers Without Authorization or What He Deemed At The Price For Doing So, You Demanded To See Him To Demand Him To Repair The Damage He Had Done To Her and When He Arrived, He Placed His Hand On Your Head, This Part You Remember Vividly the Pain So Sharp And Intense Around Your Whole Body And Your Mind, Pure Unadulterated Suffering Not Even Eve...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @epsiloncatatonia bang. a Figure Slumps To The Floor, And Your Ears Ring From The Gunshot That Peaked Your Teammate’s Intercom. you’ve Seen People Die. It’s Alternia. but It’s Different, Isn’t It? You Didn’t Order The Hit, You Didn’t Pull The Trigger, But You Still Facilitated His Untimely Demise. You Are The Reason The Wall Behind Him Is Splattered In A Deep Blue. it’s Alternia. Get Over It, Yiosah. It’s All Behind A Screen, Anyways. you Blink. Once. Once Again. He Remains On Your Screen. Your Teammate Is Talking To You Through The Intercom....Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: 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 Face…a Reflection Of Your Own. The Face You Long Imagined Seeing Dead, Broken. it Wasn’t 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 Wasn’t Enough. #violence #death maybe One Day You Will Get There Sir. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @servingproctor your Y. Es Are Too.. Diffe Ent. Hy Do Th9ey Look Like That? You Aren't Su3re. Most Of Of Of Don't Get Their Eye Color Until They're Adults- Y. Ou Have Ad Your Es Like This Passion Forever. You Felt Along Yr Cales And Covered Your Gills. You Are Suh.. An Di. Ty. Your Bl O O Is As It Should Be But You Are An Mutant. You Are One. You Are E And Your Tenncies Are Ho I. Ble. Your Sc Feel Dry T E Air But You Tolerate It. It Fels Wrong. You Hate The Feeg. Ignore It. Ptend That It Is All M. Keup. Simply Pren. D Like It S Nhing. It W Nhing. Y...Read more
@normaleveryday "good Morning Subject 001" A Voice Speaks From The Void. You Can Feel Yourself Waking Up, But No Eyes Open. No Hand Comes To Your Face, And As You Scream, No Words Come Out. "is The Camera Ready?" "yes Sir, Just Preparing It Now. Online In Five, Four, Three, Two-" light. You Want To Squint But You Have No Lids To Do So, The Reflex Still Inside Of You Somewhere. You Can Count Every Pixel Of What You See, You Can Analyze Every Moment Frame By Frame. But You Can't See Yourself. a Troll With A Blurred Out Face Wearing A Smart Looking Suit Steps Forwards. He Speaks In Garbled Redacte...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Future @culpablyatypical bang. Bang. Bang. You Said You Would Make It Painless. You Thought It Would Be Painless Too. Their Screams Of Pain After You Unload Each Round Into Their Skull Confirmed Otherwise. It Took Six Painful Shots Until They Died. A Deep Stain Of Purple Covered Their Quest Cocoon As You Backed Off. The Guilt Of Their Pain Was Unbearable... But Then That Guilt Quickly Turned Into Fear As You Felt A... Monolithic Presence Behind You. An Utterly Imposing Force, Beyond Comprehension. the Second Before Your Mind Was Ripped Asunder, You Had Two ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@carnalVivis3cti✶n Th3ir smil3s still ling3r in y✶ur pan. Y✶u l✶✶k3d at th3m, s✶m3 asc3nd3d, s✶m3 n✶t, as y✶u all pr✶mis3d t✶ g3t ✶ut t✶g3th3r. Y✶u h3ld hands, y✶u smil3d, y✶u f✶rg3d b✶nds that th3y said w3r3 unbr3akabl3. Funny h✶w brittl3 th3y r3ally w3r3. Fri3nd, th3y call3d y✶u. Pal. M✶irail. Mat3sprit. But wh3n3v3r y✶u said th✶s3 w✶rds, th3y sm3ll3d ✶f li3s. H✶w c✶uld th3y n✶t t3ll? H✶w c✶uld th3y n✶t l✶✶k at y✶u and kn✶w y✶ur c✶r3 d33p d✶wn? W✶uld things hav3 g✶n3 th3 sam3 if s✶m3thing hadn't g✶n3 h✶rribly wr✶ng? W✶uld y✶u hav3 still turn3d y✶ur back...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:ERROR Cold metal against your back. Restraints. Sharp pain. They don't always numb you when they do it. And sometimes, they don't put you to sleep either. They want to look inside. They want you to see. See how they love you. Your bones are a precious ivory. Your blood is a golden ichor. Your heart is healthy, alive, and racing. One of them wishes he were more like you. The other knows that he is exactly like you. Your chest erupts with light and love. The look in their eyes is unlike anything you've ever seen from them. You love it. But it's terrif...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:a soul long dead, yet never forgotten. A tale as old as time. You thought you had someone to confide in, an intimate partner, another marineer to sail with you, a friend. Those days you spend together glued to the pillows and to eachother meant nothing now, your wrist were covered with chains and rough handcuffs. The other seadwellers yelling at your line to keep on moving onto the ship. And you saw him. Arms crossed. Eskari Keldam wearing gold, GOLD. You both interlocked eyes for a second, he looked ashamed, he looked sad, but those emotions mean...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@roseateDragon You could hear their screams. You could hear the begging, the pleading, the cursing. Sounds loud enough to pierce through your very soul. You had heard every word of it. Felt every shaking attempt to rouse you from your slumber. Every pinch. Every poke. Every shake. Every *stab*. Nothing had worked. You had been a prisoner in your own mind for the duration, every bone in your body screeching for you to wake; every muscle aching in its inactivity in some attempt to get you to your feet. And yet you did not move. You did not answer to their begg...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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 wasn’t 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 weren’t entirely keen ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@militaristicGeek The intergalactic wars were something every troll eventually faced. You were scared, but your life was empty anyway, so you enlisted. Training was ruthless—days 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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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 slàn / Sgiobair mara nan seòl 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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: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
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@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