

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.

OPENING ARGUMENT! first off, through the power of unimaginable violence, all things are possible. so jot that down
[ E R R O+ R 2 7 5 7 6 1 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] As in life, in death he is an inferno+. She had to+ld me that, o+nce. That his fire wo+uld o+utlive his sho+rt wick. Cruel iro+ny fro+m so+meo+ne I had tho+ught o+f as a friend. This night is an eternity. I do+n't believe it will ever end. I canno+t fatho+m what will happen fro+m here. Perhaps I do+ no+t care. My vessel may still be here, but that sacred piece o+f my pusher has been irreparably shattered. I feel deeply sick, watching his flesh char and his blo+o+d bo+il. I canno+t lo+o+k away. I have no+ right to+. Bile crawls up my swallo+wpipe. I do+n't think I will ever fo+rget this scent. In his yo+uth, I tried to+ keep him to+ myself. I was selfish. I did no+t want to+ share his delicate flame, to+o+ afraid o+f it being snuffed o+ut. I wo+uld gladly put my life o+n the line fo+r his, night after night after night, but I was to+o+ selfish to+ allo+w him the freedo+m to+ cho+se his o+wn danger. The inevitability o+f this cho+kes me. There is no+ winning when fate has cast its lo+t against yo+u. The o+nly thing that remains o+f him are the iro+ns they used to+ to+rture him. We canno+t gather his ashes. He do+es no+t get his last rites. He is no+w so+mething that travels o+n the winds. Perhaps this is the first time he is truly free. We lo+ved him greatly. #easter2026 #viado+lo+ro+sa
[ E R R O+ R 2 7 5 7 6 1 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] This was his fate, fro+m the mo+ment he was hatched. Fo+r the first time this night, my thinkpan go+es quiet. I no+ lo+nger hear the celebratio+n o+f the cro+wd o+r the rauco+us debate o+f what they wish to+ do+ with tho+se o+f us who+ remain. The chrysalis o+f my so+n hangs limply fro+m its chains, swaying in the wind. I can no+ lo+nger feel my wrists. I can no+ lo+nger feel my pulse. I can no+ lo+nger feel my red string o+f life burn. I feel an absence. Lo+ve was never eno+ugh. They do+ no+t allo+w me to+ cradle his bo+dy, to+ tidy the blo+o+d fro+m him fo+r o+ne final time. He do+es no+t deserve the dignity o+f care, they say, striking with their flint and steel. A scythe o+f grief slashes thro+ugh me, renders me in two+. The o+nly reaso+n they are bo+thering to+ cremate him pro+perly is so+ that no+ne are deluded further by him, so+ that no+ ho+pe can co+me in the fo+rm o+f his shambling co+rpse beco+ming a shado+w-dro+pper. I beg with a dry mo+uth to+ ho+ld him. I do+ no+t deserve dignity, no+t after all I have no+t do+ne. I am glad he did no+t see me break. #easter2026 #viado+lo+ro+sa
[ E R R O+ R 4 1 6 6 0 0 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] The cro+wd is so+ mo+ved by his death, so+ jubilant and celebrato+ry, that o+ur capto+r's attentio+n lapses. My remaining so+n and I scream, claw, and draw attentio+n to+ o+urselves, and fro+m the co+rners o+f o+ur ganderbulbs we see it. My daughter slips her bo+nds in an act o+f ho+ly grief, and bo+unds up to+ his platfo+rm. The Executio+ner's bo+w is drawn taut. The wo+rld ho+lds still as she delicately traces her claws alo+ng his bo+dy. My so+n, the co+rpse. The mass is uncertain o+f ho+w to+ take this, the peo+ple uncertainly jeering at her. They are sure she will die next, but the pro+lo+nged mo+ment is taken as an o+ppo+rtunity to+ mo+ck her grief. In o+ne sweeping mo+ve, she tears the blo+o+d-stained leggings fro+m him. The jeering stumbles. What is she do+ing? The bo+wman ho+lds still, and I see his fro+nds tremble as she turns to+ lo+o+k at him. An eternity passes in that seco+nd between them. My so+n and I cause as much havo+c as po+ssible. Attentio+ns are split. He do+es no+t fire. She flees. #easter2026 #viado+lo+ro+sa #itsstilleasterso+mewhereinthemultiverse #o+o+ps
[ E R R O+ R 2 3 4 4 4 6 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] YO+U ARE TO+O+ BLINDED BY YO+UR HATRED TO+ SEE IT, he screams. His passio+nate desire fo+r a better wo+rld has been burned away by the iro+ns. His sweeps o+f rage, so+ carefully hidden fro+m the masses, leaks o+ut. He is my so+n. I lo+ve hi greatly. O+f co+urse he is enraged. Ho+w co+uld he no+t be? YO+U ARE NO+T WO+RTH MY FINAL BREATH O+F LO+VE, YO+U DO+ NO+T DESERVE MY FINAL FUCKING MERCIES. YO+U WILL ALL BURN WITH ME. Arro+ws have been lo+dged in his side fo+r so+me time. Their attempts to+ silence him. Despite this, he still lives, he still burns. So+me piece o+f me expects him to+ live fo+rever. Fo+r the first time in sweeps, I pray. So+mething bubbles under his chitin. I can feel it co+ming. Clammy fro+nds press tight against my cheeks as they fo+rce my head fo+rward, as they fo+rce me to+ lo+o+k. It matters no+t. I am already lo+o+king. I will stay with him until the end. I see the mo+ment he is freed. His Vast Expletive hangs o+ver the cro+wd. The silence is o+nly bro+ken by my daughter's so+bs. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026
[ E R R O+ R 2 3 3 3 4 3 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] Preach and make us repent, o+h heretical speaker, make us believe yo+u are wo+rthy o+f any type o+f mercy. They laugh as he is strung up like a slab o+f meat o+nto+ the imperial flo+gging jut. Did yo+u see yo+ur salvatio+n, preacher, o+r was the false future yo+u fo+resaw o+nly o+ne where Alternia co+llapsed into+ yo+ur twisted visio+n? Save yo+urself! The shackles he has dragged fo+r so+ lo+ng are heated to+ a glo+w. They match the blo+o+d that drips fro+m his maw as he bites do+wn o+n his to+ngue to+ sto+p fro+m screaming. My sho+utpipes are rusted and so+re. I threaten the tro+lls ho+lding me. I do+ no+t check to+ see ho+w much o+f the blo+o+d I wear is mine o+r theirs. All I kno+w it is no+t eno+ugh. It is no+t eno+ugh to+ ato+ne fo+r letting him hang. He has given these peo+ple no+thing but mercy and kindness. I wo+uld kill them all if I co+uld. Firebrand bulbs ro+ve o+ver the cro+wd, o+ver the amalgamatio+n o+f his life. His clade, his fo+llo+wers, his enemies, the masses he did no+t have the chance to+ reach. Here they have given him o+ne final stage to+ speak upo+n. My so+n begins speaking, and he do+es no+t sto+p. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026








