♦ pitied by @glamorousGladiator
im perfectly mentally stable.
I got the fuckign images confused bro public hanging for me tomorrow, im taking filegarden down with me too #cw-suicide
c< its beeN a lOt lONger 4 Me, but at tHe eNd Of tHe NigHt, tHis was decided frOM tHe begiNNiNg, we were gOiNg 2 wiN >c
((Unquirk to see the full text OOCly! Thanks to Livemind for the regex!)) It’s sweltering in here, the final room that houses the final chain binding Bastet. The smell of hot metal (which has a smell, no matter what anyone tells you) is undercut by something else - an animalistic, feline musk, and blood. The chain rattles fill the room as Bastet moves, visible under the grate floors as a massive, hulking creature, dragging the remnants of the broken chains Nyrita’s already severed below. It looks up at Nyrita, massive blood red eyes glowing in the gloom. Nyrita does not look down, though, because her gaze is locked to the figure before her. She’s tall, standing over eight feet tall. Her clothes are immaculate, even in the heat, and there is no sweat that mars her …. What stops Nyrita cold, and sends a different kind of sweat down her spine, is the shape of her horns, the shade of her color of …, the symbol embroidered on her clothes. “Greetings, child,” says Marher Mastus, the …. “I did wonder how my descendant might fare, unable as I would have been to see her hatch.” Nyrita’s quiet for a moment, before she speaks. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not her.” The … scoffs. “Come now. You wear gray, you don’t wear our symbol, and you bleed gray, and you think that was enough to erase - “ “Shut up!” Nyrita’s yell echoes in the chamber, drowning out the sound of the chains - which stop, as even Bastet pauses in her pacing. “You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know anything you fucking … have put me through! I’m done! I’ve been done! It’s been six sweeps, and I’ve thrown it all away and been happier for it!” The echoes die down, and it’s silent, before The … speaks, her voice quiet. “And you know nothing of me, if you think I wanted you to suffer like you have.” Nyrita blinks. “What?” The … continues. “I suppose it makes sense that you don’t know who I am. I am not as … The … begins to pace the room, her oration growing impassioned, filling the space. … Nyrita blinks. “Okay. Sure. Fine. Whatever. I don’t care, though. Why are you here? Did Sophia pluck you from the afterlife, or something? Why am I listening to you, I’m going to sever the chain and be done with it.” Nyrita swings her chain at the one binding Bastet, the length telescoping - and snatched out of the air, by the …. “Because this is your legacy, Nyrita. The bonds that bind you, and support you. Even your denial of them does not mean you can escape them. You are controlled by … Nyrita snarls, and yanks the chain back. The … opens her hand and the chain returns. “So, what? You’re here to get me to be all zen? Let go of my past trauma?” “What better final test for a Prince of Blood than to finally erase their own blood, hm?” “Stay still, then.” Nyrita swings again, and the … catches it again, sighing. “You’re smarter than this, Nyrita. Anyone of my blood would have to be.” “Stop /saying/ that! Fine!” Nyrita thinks, grumpily. The … puts her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. …It’s funny she’s trying to sever the connection between herself and her ancestor with a chain, isn’t it. Not just metal, then. A swing powered by the severing of ties as a Prince of Blood can. Thwack! The … stumbles, but only a little. “More than that. It takes two ends to connect.” Still in Nyrita’s blood, then. Dammit. She ripped that color out of her soul! She threw it into the void. Fine. Fine! She flicks her claws out and they sparkle with rust-colored energy, before she slashes them across her face. Severance, the energy released by broken bonds, flowing into the weapon, and she strikes again. When the blow lands on her ancestor, she staggers, catches herself by leaning against the chain. “Half the definition, Nyrita! Half the answer. You know what it means to be a Prince. Do it!” Nyrita shakes her head, shaking the blood out of her eyes. To destroy. Or to destroy with. What will she use, then? What, in fact, will take the place of her bloodline, if it really, truly is severed? She grips the chain, and thinks. She thinks of Karama. Of Furann. Of every friend, and partner, and acquaintance, and person she happens to see that she’s spending time with instead. Of her true legacy, rather than what was given to her. Her chosen bonds, the ones she keeps instead of cutting off. She swings. The … falls. The chain binding Bastet shatters. Everything goes white.
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[cindercappedAsocial [CA] has uploaded a video to the feed] [the video is of herself @gregariousConundrum and @heartenWattage , sitting on a loungeplank in a minimally decorated hivestem block, watching the devil wears prada on a tiny little tv. The movie is turned up loud, and includes blind commentary by a pair of very young trolls, presumed in a prior post to be young Stelye and Remell] [Outside however, drone sirens and screaming can be heard, banging on doors- and the camera flinches a little every time a bang is heard- until a louder one a CRACK through the air, as the sound of a gun being fired goes off. The person filming, presumed Crelly, squeaks, and drops the palmhusk, plunging the video into darkness as very softly in the background "O-oh gog t-t-this i-is it i-isnt it t-t-they're g-gonna cull us..." a few sniffles, before another set of banging on another door, closer this time, and another crack of gunfire] #violence #cw-oppression #cw-fear
there's *so muCh* shit a6out this whole damn 'game', and i know damn near nothin' a6out it, and i Can't figure anythin' out, and everyone's aCtin' so god damn flippant and takin' none of these ConCerns serious while i'm havin' the worst time of my entire life, and i'm paniCkin' from the moment i wake up 'til the moment i pass out, and then sometimes i'm in a dream where i'm *also* paniCkin' 6eCause it's praCtiCally a luCid dream and... and... ...and i think ramil's realised i'm not doin' so hot. don't think he gets why 6ut he's just... Cuddlin' into my side. so i'm gonna sleep here with him and his folk and i'm gonna try not to have more of a 6reakdown. god help me.
S☆me☆ne's starting a game ☆f Sgrub Ô_Ô There's mete☆rs in the sky!!
rarely does a meme spawwn from the earth c creator fandom that speaks to me wwith such profound vversimilitude #eridanagenda
THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME (I AM OUT OF GREEK YOGURT)
I'm about to have some type of moment
OKAY? MAYBE EVERYONE I LOVE WON’T BE DEAD?
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ t◕◕f hurtie …sad h◕nk
၄⋆၃ loxal indigo blooded troll xonfesses he still feels inadequate in xomparison to other highbloods due to his own insexurities and sometimes wishes that he were anyone but himself dot dot dot what other shoxking news will be unxovered question mark this was lunzet news do not tune baxk in it will get worse
If i tell y0u all what i like ab0ut unchained y0ull have me admitted
itd been awhile since i had a dream about my brother from my og timeline and now ive woken up thinking about the way he used to look at me after strifes if he didnt immediately disappear
>>| what do you do .if your friend started to .ignore you, multiple times .in .a row, .even .after multiple .apologies, .even not knowing for .even what, to the point you block them .and want to forget .about them, but then you remember them .and you feel so sorry for, so much that you want to get back .and be friends, but you're .in fear that they start .ignore yet .again? #rant #vagueposting
Thi$ girldinn€r $uck€d ngl
concussion
c< iM NOt eitHer, My laNd quest is.... beatiNg My ass, at tHe MOMeNt, if i Had 2 put wOrds 2 it >c
got punched in the boobs by a lich. it hurt. :( #lexihayleysburb
lets all eat loud as fuck in my room first thing in the morning thats absolutely my favorite activity i love when i can hear someone smacking their lips as they eat
sigh... sééiñg fálléñ cómrádés álwáys briñgs á frówñ tó my fácé... rést iñ péácé.. át léást i kñów i cáñ máké yóur grávé márkér lóók ñéw áñd béáutiful....
Got hit by the timeout blast so I can't participate in the fight until I get out of this goddamn dimension.
<3 Dealing with complex emotions is very difficult for me. <3 It’s hard to tell whether some troll actually likes me or not, I mean I am a bit dumb- as Serket has stated many times. <3 I have such strong feelings for one of my closest friends but I don’t think we could actually be matesprites- <3 Truthfully, I don’t think I could make him happy, and also I don’t believe I’m good enough for someone like him. <3 I guess this is what humans call yearning? I’ve seen it before in the movies and shows I watch- even in music!! <3 Sometimes though, I wish he could just…talk to me more. He’s a complicated troll, but sometimes I wish he…put in more effort to spend time with me. <3 Or maybe he just doesn’t really want to?… <3 Which I understand, sadly. <3 I don’t know what to do about it really- but it hurts a lot to even consider the possibility that I am, as others have stated, not really important. }:<
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one of these days i'm going to get the right amount of sleep. one day.
i just got fucking fired
haha woof :)