The Vilegirl

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

1 day ago

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You finally remembered!

Deverified

A user of unestablished repute

transgender

love yourself

Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

@discardedPasts[DP]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @gulliblecolumnist battered And Bruised, Memories Ran Down Your Mind Like The Acid Does In The Gutters. A Breath Was Drawn Through Pain -- Cold Frigid Air Drawn Harshly Into Lungs That Want To Give Up. The Walk Was Long, Drawn Out Like A Bad Intervention. Held A Hand Against Your Waist To Block Your Blood From Dripping Too Much. Shambling Like A Dead Woman Because That's What You Felt Like You Were, A Woman Who Had Gone And Died -- A Spirit Refusing To Let Go. You Could Barely See Out Of Your Left Eye. You Were Going Back To Where She Was, Where She Held Her Hand Out And Asked For Your Help -- And You Ran. Ran Far, Ran Until Your Legs Couldn't Carry You And The Only Thing You Could Do Was Scream. you Turn Past An Alleyway, Past Rotting Buildings, Past Everything That You Hadn't Thought About. You Wanted To See Her, You Needed To See Her. Even If Your Body Wasn't Going To Make The Journey, You'd Force It To. Because There Was Nothing Else You Could Do. You Stop -- Surrounded By Brick Walls And Stone Fences -- Looking Down To Where You Last Saw Her. A Trail Of Blood Smeared On The Floor, A Path To A Goal, A Confrontation You Weren't Ready For. Dried It Was, It Had Been Hours. The Only Course Of Action Was To Follow, Like A Song Luring You Deep Into A Trance. So You Did. You Were Always Going To. it Led To A Small Building, Left Unattended. Entrances Were Closed, But There Was A Side Entrance You Found. Blocked Only By Pallets And Other Junk. This Entire Area Was Owned By Highbloods, You Knew That. She Knew That Too. When The Both Of You Decided To Do Something You Shouldn't Have. Something Crazy. That's Why You're Here, Isn't It? Because You And Her Were Daring, And Brave, And Foolish. Droogies That Overestimated Their Own Violence. With All Of The Strength You Can Muster, You Lift The Wood. It Clattered To The Ground With A Loud Echo. And You Flinched, Arms Wrapped Around Yourself Like An Embrace. you Made Your Way In. It Was Harrowing, It Smelled Like Death. It Reminded You Of That Place Long Ago, Where The Lowbloods Were Helping To Raise Other Lowbloods -- Lift Them Up On Their Shoulders And Let Them Flock Free. A Place With Great Intentions, But Terrible People. This Place Has No Great Intentions, This Place Is A Place That Was Meant To Die -- Meant To Rot Away And Be Destroyed In Half A Sweep Or Two. It Was A Way For Highbloods To Throw Away Some Caegars They Didn't Really Need. You Go Through A Doorway Into A Hallway, Finding The Trail Of Blood Again. You Follow, Again. moving Past Doorways, Tables, Graffiti, Cans And Junk. You Left Your Own Trail Of Blood Behind You, Young Over The Old. You Don't Know What You Were Expecting. You Weren't Hoping For Anything Good, But That Still Wasn't Lowered Enough. The Stench Hit You First, Humid And Horrible. It Was A Smell No One Else Could Describe -- You Only Got It When You've Smelt It. An Experience That Was Shared Through Solemn Nods And Looks Of Pity. and Then You Saw Her. laid Against The Ground, Unmoving. Her Mouth Was Agape, Her Hair Splayed Across The Cold Concrete She Rested On Like A Siren In Water. Her Eyes Faced The Ceiling Like She Had Seen Heaven, Half Opened And Pearly White. Her Blood Had Silhouetted Her, The Lights Were Dim -- A Spotlight For The End. You Held Yourself On The Doorway, And Then You Dropped To The Floor Because Your Legs Weren't Strong Enough To Bear The Weight. You Couldn't Even Gather The Strength To Walk To Her, To See Her Closer, To Let Her Go. so You Crawled. you Crawled. Until You Got So Close You Were At Her Side, Until You Could Hold Her. You Took Ahold Of Her Face. She Was So Beautiful, So Ethereal. An Angel That Had Fallen Too Far, And Whatever Sent Her Took Her Back. As Much As You Wanted There To Be Warmth, There Was None To Be Found. What You Found Instead Was A Corpse, A Soul Which Had Left Long Before You Even Managed To Get Back. You Spoke To Her As If She Could Hear You -- As Your Gloved Hands Cradled Her Face. Your Body Shivered Under The Grief. you Begged, Yelped Her Name. Your Voice Cracked Underneath The Pressure, And There Was Nothing But Anguish. You Closed Your Eyes And Pressed Your Forehead Against Hers. Babbling Nonsense Under Your Breath Because You Couldn't Even Comprehend The Words You Wanted To Say. It Was Too Much, You Strained To Even Say Her Name. Choking On Tears, Blood, Spit, And Dry Air. You Yelled, Yelled So Hard It Hurt, Yelled Until You Couldn't Speak. You Mourned, You Wept, You Screamed. It Was Never Going To Be Enough. when The Suns Began To Show Up, You Were Sat Against A Wall, Staring At Her. you Sniffled, And Stood, Cradling Yourself In Your Arms Once More. you Left After One Last Look At Her. You Didn't Even Get To Bury Her. #horror, #gore and You Never Will 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

Vesica Anelus, the Bulge Curator

2 days ago

♠️❤️♦️♣️This Too Is Praxis♣️♦️❤️♠️

This user literally killed Zebruh Codakk. Respect.

NEVER CAuGHT LACKING LACKEY.

THIS uSER. LACKS NOTHING.

The narrator

Those of whom make fate take a knee

𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.

heart of gold

kind is the bravest thing you can be

Luxury Class Chittrer

This user doesn't just own the finer things in life. This user is them.

Trolltism

This user is neuro anything but typical.

@bulgeCurator[BC]

꧁sometimes i feel some of you let your bulges type your chits. #nsfw꧂