
Kiba [牙]
@etherealJudgment
The Devourer | Witness of @curiousOverseer | Summoner of @skitteringHivemind and @gluttonousOcean
i hate the smell of rubber and i hate that my laptop leaves the smell of rubber on my paws

what the fuck is a lord of wreath. girls just typin shit #dashwatching

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⡄⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢀⣾⣿⣷⣀⣾⣿⡯⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⠻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠛⠋⠙⠞⢿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣼⣿⣿⣯⣾⡷⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⣼⡿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠏⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I don't see other dead bitches and that makes me so disappointed rn #dashwatching ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢁⣿⣿⣆⢀⡄⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣠⣀⡀⣰⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣶⣦⡀⢀⣀⣀⠀⣠⣴⣄⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣧⠃⠙⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠉⢀⣾⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⢿⠋⢿⣿⠓⢿⣿⠇⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠿⠀⠈⠁⠀⠘⠟⠀⠘⢫⣇⢨⡛⠁⠈⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⡄⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢀⣾⣿⣷⣀⣾⣿⡯⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⠻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠛⠋⠙⠞⢿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣼⣿⣿⣯⣾⡷⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⣼⡿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠏⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Hi @imJunior Kindly requesting analysis for badges Thanks in advance! ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢁⣿⣿⣆⢀⡄⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣠⣀⡀⣰⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣶⣦⡀⢀⣀⣀⠀⣠⣴⣄⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣧⠃⠙⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠉⢀⣾⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⢿⠋⢿⣿⠓⢿⣿⠇⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠿⠀⠈⠁⠀⠘⠟⠀⠘⢫⣇⢨⡛⠁⠈⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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I am a quiet pilgrim of chance, Sent wandering without a map. I possess no voice, and speak in symbols. No will, yet I choose a path. I am the little architecture of fate, I keep my secrets beneath my skin. When fortune loosens its invisible hand, I tumble between what might have been. I have no memory of where I fall, Yet strangers find meaning in my rest. A moment ago, I was possibility— A moment later, I have confessed. What am I?
I bloom where moonlight dares not stay, And whisper through the darkened gray. I wear the mask of nameless dread, And weave strange kingdoms in your head. I have no hands, yet make you run, No eyes, yet watch what you have done. I paint your fears in shades unseen, And turn your sleep to something keen. I rise from shadows, cold and deep, Then vanish when you wake from sleep. But though the morning steals my throne, A fragment of me lingers on. What am I?
The spirits are quiet tonight... Maybe I'll post an older story. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Tale told𓆪
.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚. (can i. nap there. is p00inting at y00ur lap)






