

The Do+lo+ro+sa
@doloRosa
Mo+ve alo+ng no+w. [ Mid-rebellion Dolorosa. Feisty, paranoid, and not as careful as she should be. Not connected to any other ancestor timelines currently. ]
It appears as tho+ugh the Imperial rumo+ur mill co+ntinues to+ spin falseho+o+ds abo+ut me and mine. I will be very clear. I am alive. My so+n is alive. We are alive. We will co+ntinue to+ fight this fight with each breath we take. We will never back do+wn. They want yo+u ho+peless, disheartened and afraid. They want yo+u to+ shake in the shado+w o+f their suppo+sed strength. They want yo+u to+ believe they can quash such a public threat to+ their hierarchy. If we were to+ be culled, that is no+t the end fo+r the rebellio+n. Fo+llo+w in o+ur fro+ndsteps. Lo+o+k o+ut fo+r yo+ur fello+w tro+ll. Co+ntinue the fight.
[ E R R O+ R 1 9 5 1 7 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] With shame, I am disgusted by ho+w readily he accepts the chains. I beg fo+r him to+ fight back, to+ take charge o+f his o+wn fate. He do+es no+t hear me. He cho+o+ses no+t to+ listen. Do+es he no+t kno+w that the swift, brutal death his refusal co+uld bring will be mo+re merciful? I refused to+ lo+o+k my pro+blems in the eye as a child; I let my hatred fo+r the wo+rld burn thro+ugh me so+ tho+ro+ughly that I refused to+ make any mo+ves to+ change it. I wanted so+meo+ne else to+ change it all. No+t me, I had to+ld myself. It isn't fair that I seem to+ be the o+nly o+ne who+ sees this. After I had co+me to+ kno+w my clade, my family, I refused to+ allo+w them to+ see my burdens. I lo+ve them greatly; who+ am I, to+ put my struggles o+nto+ them? I kno+w they saw it, my fear, my desperatio+n. To+ ease my spirit, he wo+uld so+ rarely tell me his fears. I did no+t want my co+ncern fo+r him to+ beco+me ano+ther weight he had to+ carry. And no+w he drags his iro+ns, alo+ne. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026
[ E R R O+ R 2 7 1 1 2 6 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] He speaks o+f my so+n as a charlatan, a false pro+phet, a deceiver o+f the highest degrees who+ has co+me to+ disrupt the hemo+spectrum fo+r his o+wn selfish purpo+ses. A ho+rrid jo+y sparks in his bruise-purple o+cular o+rbs as the cro+wd is whipped into+ a fervo+r. What sho+uld we up n do+ with this traito+r? He asks o+f the cro+wd, a pulsating and writhing mass o+f clo+wns and the indo+ctrinated. He is knelt, beaten, o+n the dais as his mo+st lo+ved are hidden fro+m his sight. My rage is dro+wned by the masses, cheering fo+r his death. Rusted steel, slick with my o+wn blo+o+d, dig deep into+ my wrists as I desperately try to+ save him. I can do+ no+thing. Was this no+t his fate? I refuse to+ accept it. The dark carnival sings as he is co+ndemned to+ death. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026
[ E R R O+ R 2 6 3 6 4 1 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] So+mething has felt wro+ng fo+r many nights. He has no+t been his usual self. A visio+n has greatly unsettled him, and I refuse to+ po+nder what he may have seen. A piece o+f me kno+ws exactly what will happen. Haven't I always kno+wn? Hadn't She to+ld me? Was his no+t his fate, fro+m the mo+ment he was hatched? All I have do+ne is pro+lo+ng the inevitable. My pan spins so+ mightily that fo+r o+nce rest co+mes to+ grasp me, in fits and spasms. He do+es no+t allo+w me to+ co+me with him has he paces; the flickering light o+f the fireplace bewitches us all into+ slumber. Will yo+u no+t stay awake with me? He asks o+f us. O+f co+urse we will, we tell him. We lo+ve him greatly. But again we sleep; o+ur wipe o+f parano+id displacement has caught up to+ us. I kno+w what will happen, he finally says to+ us. I have seen and been to+ld. Yo+u are to+o+ blinded by o+ur bo+nd to+ see it. No+nsense, we say, exchanging o+ur distressed glances. We wo+uld never allo+w that to+ happen. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026
Learning to+ take a thread to+ anything that required mending has been a bo+o+n. It allo+ws my restless days to+ have a go+al, gives me so+mething purpo+seful eno+ugh to+ settle yet mindless eno+ugh to+ no+t feel unaware. This is a skill many o+f us have learned fo+r o+ur o+wn survival. I appreciate this mo+ment with the mundane. My thread co+nnects with yo+urs. We are all creating so+mething, fixing so+mething, to+gether.
It's like gravity. The collective mass of the people, kept low by the system, feels impossible to escape. But that's just the thing; We shouldn't be trying to escape our circumstances. We should be uplifting our communities, our collective friends and allies. We should turn that gravitational pull into our strength, like the stars we hail from.
Big fan of this Signless guy.
It appears as tho+ugh the Imperial rumo+ur mill co+ntinues to+ spin falseho+o+ds abo+ut me and mine. I will be very clear. I am alive. My so+n is alive. We are alive. We will co+ntinue to+ fight this fight with each breath we take. We will never back do+wn. They want yo+u ho+peless, disheartened and afraid. They want yo+u to+ shake in the shado+w o+f their suppo+sed strength. They want yo+u to+ believe they can quash such a public threat to+ their hierarchy. If we were to+ be culled, that is no+t the end fo+r the rebellio+n. Fo+llo+w in o+ur fro+ndsteps. Lo+o+k o+ut fo+r yo+ur fello+w tro+ll. Co+ntinue the fight.
















