♦ pitied by @jovialMerryment
blOOd 1:25 "kEEp yO brOthErs And sIstErs clOsE, yOU AInt nEvEr gOnnA knOw whEn thEy pUnchIn thEIr tIckEt" #scrIptUrE
⚇ Angels 27:11 ⚇ "Everything you have, you have because of the Messiahs good graces. Your matesprit, your food, your water, your life, the homeworld, your *kin.* All this and more can be ripped away in short order, you ticket-tearing motherfucker. Bow your head and shy away your horns for what you did- kneel. KNEEL. Sinner, apostate, traitor. There's hope for salvation yet." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
⚇ Colors 40:9 ⚇ "Paint, my kin. Art is pious and holy but more than anything its important to leave signs. What you gon' have in a million sweeps when you likely gone on to the Carnival, what you gon' leave behind? Actions, deeds and paint. Paint a mural, prove you was here. Cement your existence through your artistry and proclaim your eternal voice. 'I was here! I was clown! I was FAMILY!'." ⚇ #Clownposting #Scripture #MirthfulChittr ⚇
⚇ Sideshows 38:9 ⚇ "It's the silence that unnerves me most. That tension line when kin's gone off doin' some important shit, and you ain't hear back yet. You know they're capable, you know that they got the whimsy for a walloping and they can handle themselves. But it's dangerous out there, brothers and sisters. And I can't help but worry after my kin every damn time." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
I... ApOlOgIzE cOUsIn I jUst, hAvE thIngs I mUst dO Im sUrE thE mEssIAhs wIll fOrgIvE mE
((tune in to the music to set some mood :3c , on repeat if you're a slow reader)) ((warning long OOC glimpse into Ursila's story)) [ha...haha... you sure enjoy your silly little people on the palmhusk...] [you sigh as you sit on one of the many antique velvet couches of your hive. It's quiet, a terrible kind of quiet, where you can hear the squakterrors caw as they circle the shore outside just as clearly as the thoughts in your pan] [maybe going to space won't be so bad, you've been preparing for it all your life, a chance to be at the side of the Grand Highblood, being the physical form for the many ghosts that advise him. One night you too will be one of those voices, eternally helping the clurch, the serving the messiahs. You would be the tenth, though you don't even know if the ninth has passed yet.] [you had found the perfect metaphor for it earlier. It's like waiting for an execution date. not knowing when or if you're going to die.] [even if you wouldn't die, a part of you will, the part that has blossomed over the last three perigrees] [a voice calls to you from the distance, as your eyes flicker between shades of purple] ursila, there is a call in for you from the flagship. it may be time to go. [you look up towards a ghostly visage which looks eerily like you, same horns, same face paint, just much older. That grim expression which you can never remember her holding anything but still stands placid upon her face. The Medium, first in the line of succession, and your mentor. Your stand in for a lusus over all these many sweeps] mUst I trUly gO? [you speak in a soft voice, a light tremble underneath it as if you were on the verge of tears] do not be foolish girl of course you must this is a great honor, one you have trained your whole life for would you throw that away now, for a gutterblood you met a few perigrees ago? [you grow quiet, your shoes suddenly turning into the most interesting thing in the world right now. You can still see the reflection of the window you were looking out of in their shiny face as your mentor speaks up again] answer the call, I must inform the remainder of the coven, i trust the call will go well and you will be on your way soon [the medium hesitates, glancing back at her pupil. Young and fragile, but talented and sharp. She will make a fine medium one night, she thinks to herself, as she quietly slips away into the dark halls of the ancient hive.] [being a good medium however is the last thing on your thinkpan right now. you glance up at that window, light softly shining out of it as tears begin to well up in your eyes. you can't do it. you can't, you shakily rise to your feet, and glance once more at that window. Somewhere out there, your matesprit is sitting, waiting for you to come back] [maybe, you can just go back] [just go back to her] [regardless of the lost opportunities, of the consequences, of anything you have learned from sweeps and sweeps in the clurch. you don't care, you couldn't care less about any of that.] [your legs move before your mind, but it begins to catch up. by the time you are out into the halls, you think about the kindness you have been shown. by the time you reach the door you think of the time you spent with your friends, and as you get into the moonlight, running across the bridge off the little island your hive sits upon your hair being lifted by the breeze, dress flowing as if it was urging you back, you think of your matesprit, that beautiful concert where she yelled into the mic until her throat went horse, and jumped until the stage nearly buckled. the only thing you leave behind being the tears that fall down your face, twinkling in the moonlight before falling to the stone path] [and you keep running] [off into the night] [not once looking back] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_UFbeWe4BM https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/150d1ba3d47a.png (( ill do more ooc posts like this, since Ursila doesn't really talk accurately about her personal life, but, teaser is that we never did find out what they were gonna say on that call from the flagship. Hope you enjoyed. )) #mirthfulchittr #ooc
⚇ Conviction 17:56 ⚇ "There is a lot the Messiahs will test you on, but above all the thing that will be tested most is your patience. You must learn the value of waiting, of standing by for the Messiahs blessing. You will receive what you are owed when the Messiahs see fit and not a moment sooner, motherfucker. Bide. Stay. Sit. Keep your eyes trained on the horizon. They'll get to you eventually." ⚇ #Clownposting #MirthfulChittr #Scripture ⚇
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ BLOOD 49:27 "rai2e yOur vOice2, lift them On high. fOr Our little baabea2t, whO2e blOOd i2 Oh 2O 2weet, let her ichOr be Our 2alvatiOn and an Offering tO thO2e mirthful twO. LET OUR KNIVE2 CARVE HER FLE2H AND PULL THE PIGMENT FROM HER VEIN2. drink my 2i2ter2. and drink deep." #viOlence #n2fwe #cannabali2m #clurch #mirthfulpO2ting #2cripture ○ ● ○
⚇ Carnivals 20:20-24 ⚇ "Kegsti had disappeared from our number for some nights. We'd all feared the worst- rogue lusii, other trolls who disapproved of our meetings, but he returned to us on what would have been the fifth day of his absence. 'I saw it!' he cried, hoarse in the squawkblister as though he'd been screaming. 'I saw it clear as the twinkle of the moons! Rows upon rows of eternally laughing faces in the Carnival above!'. Now, at the time none of us motherfuckers knew what he was yammering on about. Everyone smiling all the time? It just wasn't possible. That was, until Kegsti *showed* us. When we woke the next night, Kegsti had gathered berries and chalk and blood and made a pulp. We watched as he slowly began to apply it to his face over the course of the next half hour. It was crude, it was unfinished, but we saw it. The way the lines pulled up into a dastardly grin. The endless possibilities for individuality in the markings. We would have rows upon rows of laughing faces. And thus, tradition was born. We would no longer be without our masks, our faces, jeering and smiling at the rest of the unbeknownst world. We had our hands on some shit they could never dream of." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
⚇ It's one thing seeing purple motherfuckers turn their eyes from the Messiahs ⚇ For their own selfish imitation at 'piety'. ⚇ But at least you believe in something. ⚇ I could still call you family in some stretch. ⚇ But purplebloods who REJECT faith altogether? ⚇ I wouldn't expect the majority of the other castes to understand the shine we have. ⚇ But you were HATCHED into it. ⚇ Raised with faith and devotion. ⚇ And you would reject it....with no substitute? ⚇ You'd rather have NOTHING than the glory of the Messiahs? ⚇ You'd rather have NOTHING than the promised Dark Carnival above? ⚇ Makes my skin fucking crawl. ⚇ Angels 3:33 - And if any godless motherfucker thought they’d make it away safe, you’ll teach them otherwise, my crafty bitches. To cullpit and paintpot with each and every. ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture #SortOf #ThisIsMostlyMyThoughts ⚇
⚇ Conviction 1:7-11 ⚇ "If your kin gets you sinning, cut them away, no true fucking family can they be. If the noise from your flap be blasphemous, carve it from you and stitch shut your filthy mouth, motherfucker. If your flesh leads to sin scourge it clean, washed in blood; cut away rot, and leave only what’s holy. Repentance by mouth never saved a soul; spill blood and flesh in price of forgiveness" ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture #IFuckedUp ⚇
I wAs thInkIng, sIncE I Am rEstrIctEd nOw tO thE cOffErs Of A hOspItAl rOOm UntIl thE mEdIcUllEr sIgns Off fOr my rElEAsE (my bUrns hAvE mOstly hEAlEd nOw!), thAt pErhAps I shOUld dO A chIttr scrIptUrE lEssOn! Or, EssEntIAlly, trAnscrIbIng wIth cItAtIOns fOr thOsE UnknOwIng Of thE hOly tExts AspEcts Of A lArgE swAthE Of clOwn scrIptUrE rAthEr thAn jUst A smAll bIt. OnE Of thE EAsIEr OnEs tO dO sO fOr bEIng thE trIAls And trIbUlAtIOns Of sAInt zEntrI thE UnfOrtUnAtE A mOrE AccEssIblE bIt Of scrIptUrE As hIs trIAls ArE qUItE cOmEdIc In nAtUrE, A trUE bUmblIng clOwn thE mEssIAhs sAw fIt tO mEss wIth In EvEry mEAnIng Of thE wOrd :) If thErE Is IntErEst dO lEt mE knOw! EvEn fOr thOsE nOnrElIgIOUs hErE, I thInk It mIght bE A nIcE trEAt #scrIptUrE #mIrthfUIlchIttr
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ RADICALLY RIGHTEOU2!!!! may the me22iah2 guide yOur hand and keep yOur bru2h wet. AND MAY THI2 2ONG DELIVER PURPO2E TO THEIR MIRACULOU2 PLAN. ○ ● ○
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ anything fOr a mirthful 2i2ter like yOur2elf. <> beep beep. ○ ● ○
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ WICKED RHYME2 3:47 i'm in bli22 my cadaver2 drive a gathering Of 2treet2 Of gleeful peOple 2EEING THE DECEA2E'2 ADVANCE the ri2en are ridden with rhythm and dance DIG UP 2OME FLE2H WITH PLENTY OF MOLD di2ea2e i2 appea2in' fOr RICKETY BONE2 and make it 2aucy, with a hOt incantatiOn DOMINION I2 2ERVED WITH A BUBBLING, 2PIRITED, VIBRANT 2UBJUGATION. -Elder GhO2t #viOlence #gOre #hOrrOr #2cripture #clOwn #clurch #mirth ○ ● ○
⚇ Thinkin' of him finding me after I'm done with schoolfeeding the wrigglers. ⚇ He ain't in my class, but the motherfucker wants some lessons of his own ⚇ If you catch a motherfucker's drift. ⚇ Seein' how he locks the door behind him. ⚇ Ain't no way out for either of us. ⚇ Not until we done with one another. ⚇ I know he wants instruction on how a clown brings pain. ⚇ And I'm more than happy to give it to him. ⚇ He's a greedy motherfucker ⚇ Gluttonous for punishment that only I can dole out. ⚇ ... ⚇ But I shouldn't get too personal. ⚇ Ain't want him to find out i'm talkin' on him. ⚇ #Nsfw #DownBad #CullMe ⚇
I block so many people on here i press the ‘reload for new posts’ button and i get fucking nothing IJBOL//
⚇ Suffering, of Saint Kiljoy, The Isolated 52:30 ⚇ "And all I've heard for sweeps is the dripping of water on stone and the echoes of the Messiahs in my auricular sponge clots. I have known famine, and waste. I have known the joy and the laughter. I have known the deepest sorrows and the highest of divinity. Yes, my siblings, I have known it all. But I have never known you. I know you are out there. Painted faces, crowds of smiles, I feel you. Kickin' and slingin' the wickedry with all you have. Whilst I have remained here. Grieve for me not, my kin. Merely live. Sing with your brother, confide in your sister, bring the hellacious mirth with your sibling. Never waste a moment, loves. For my sake. Never waste a motherfucking moment." This last missive was found by a traveling troupe back on old Alternia. Saint Kiljoy had spent their whole life trapped in their cave hive after the roof caved in. ⚇ They spent a thousand sweeps in perfect isolation until their skeleton was found by kin. They were sanctified pretty much on the spot for their devotion to the faith despite the loneliness. ⚇ The truest, deepest isolation. No family. Shit puts shivers in my posture pole. ⚇ MMFWCL to a fallen sibling, and for the shit they went through. ⚇ Rest well in the Carnival above. We've found you now. You're home. ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
last thought before i tr7 to sleep - i miss fight night be(ause i would go and sit on the bea(h and stare at the o(ean and think m7 thoughts. the waves are h7pnoti(. people fu(king just isn’t the same. #nsfw
its so asinine to Me when soMe highblooDs get all juDgy about when other highblooDs like soMe gooD lowblooD tail. whats NOT to like? the power DynaMic is hot. theyre easy to toss arounD. More often than not theyre pathetic in a CUTE way also its just stupiD to juDge who soMeboDy likes in general??? why Do you Motherfucking CARE? DuMbass behavior in My not-so-huMble opinion :o/ kinDa #suggestive i guess
< [ PUNKEDUPCLOWNS ] HAS UPLOADED A VIDEO! [ AS PROMISED, FOR THE BIT HE MANAGED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO A MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION, BUT HE HAS ADDED HIS OWN SPIN TO IT. GIVEN HE ALWAYS CARRIES A GUITAR ON HIS BACK, IT'S BEEN INCORPORATED WITH HIS TRANSFORMATION. YES, HE'S SHREDDING FOR THE TRANSFORMATION. IT'S INCREDIBLY MAGICAL, VERY CUTEST AND VERY PUNK. JUST LIKE HIM. IT'S ALSO VERY LOUD. AT THE END IT'S REVEALED HE'S A SEER OF RAGE, AND HIS WINGS ARE VERY FLUTTERY. HOWEVER, THE REVEAL IS RUINED BECAUSE HE YELLS AND THE OUTFIT DISAPPERS. THE VIDEO CUTS AS SOMETHING IS THROWN AT WHOEVER WAS HOLDING THE CAMERA CAUSE HE HEARD THEM SNICKER. ] >
kInDa mIsS My cOd pIeCe fR Fr )O:
< I NEED CHITTR TO STOP SLINGSHOTTING ME ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE TOP WHEN I REPLY TO SOMEONE. >
aaaW y(o)u T(o)(o) vanITy plaT(o)nIcally <33333
W(o)k3 up T(o) hIcarI m3DIaTIng my Slug p(o)ST!!!! RUD3 #mySlug
X Dedicated to posnah because they said there wasn’t any nsfw rn Handholding #nsfw #nsfwe #nsfwULTRA x
ִ ࣪𖤐 Tryin' tO teacH tHis brONzebl×̷̷͜×̷d HOw tO dO a simple tricK. CartwH×̷̷͜×̷l iNtO bacKHaNd spring iNtO a split. SO fucKin' easy aNd He's failin' miserably! Expected as He is tO disa×̷̷͜×̷OiNt me. [SIGHS] FiNe. Sure. I Have time tONigHt aNd He wi×̷̷͜×̷ laNd tHis ONe way Or aNOtHer. (᨟ ͜● ᨟) ๋࣭ ⭑
(=^･⩊･^=) < GOLLY, MEW KNOW.. I DON'T EVEN REMEMPURR HOW MANY SW33PS I AM! I'VE B33N DEAD FUR SO LONG.... I'M PURROBABLY ANCIENT OR SOMETHING.
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* got to my recuperacoon to sleep and now that im all snuggly and relaxed ive come to notice i am literally starving dude oh my lord my stomach is killing me * literally just thought of food while typing this and my mouth started salivating so hard. bleh. how embarassing
(=^･⩊･^=) < EVFURRYTIME I S33 THAT POUNCE TROLL I GET REALLY SAD.. I MISS MY CATMOM...
I W(o)r3 my hahaIr D(o)Wn anD un fluff3D/SpIk3D HUAGH. N3v3r agaIn.
<oo> That's what the highblood who raised me told me what to do! I haven't seen her for a few sweeps. )': But do try it!!! <oo>
bIgg3ST D(o)WnSID3 T(o) n(o)T hahavIng a ch3h33k IS ThahaT I can'T WhISTl3 v3ry W3ll. ... (o)r Suck b-
gonna be hiittiing a lot of hot spots thiis week. miiiiiight be selliin'. hmu iif you're down to clown 🤡 🌿
⚇ Laughter 2:20 ⚇ "Listen listen listen, this motherfucker is SO fucking DUMB! HAW HAW HAW! Dumbass little brother mine waltzed on up to the counter at Little Cease Hers, and he's like 'you ain't put pepperoni on my flavor disc!'. Well you know how these places is staffed, its all lowbloods n shit who ain't paid enough to care. But we's highbloods so you know the lil' mustard was scared as SHIT. So motherfucker starts shaking and apologizing, and it sets off lil' bro's killing rage. He tries to vault the fuckin' counter, and the mustard fuckin' SPRAYS SAUCE AT HIM FROM A BOTTLE HAW HAW HAW! AND AND AND. HOLY FUCK! HE TRIES TO GET UP AFTER THE GOD DAMN INDIGNITY...AND SLIPS ON IT ON THE FLOOR AND FALLS OVER AGAIN! BAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! Ahhh...I had to cull the mustard, 'course. Can't let 'em think we ain't united. But DAMN, brother, you ain't NEVER looked stupider!" ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
Im scArEd fOr thE fUtUrE, As mUch As my kIn OffEr mE A pErfEct lIfE In thE stArs And As mUch As mAtEsprIt chIxIE wIshEs tEll mE wE wIll nEvEr bE sEpArAtEd I Am trOUblEd by whAt mIght hAppEn… bUt sImIlArly I cAnnOt tUrn my bAck On thE mEssIAhs And my hOly dUty tO thE clUrch I wIsh I wIsh It wErE EAsIEr I wIsh All Of thIs wErE EAsIEr
somettimes she concerns me... #vagueppostting Jezz ~ ⋆.˚🃏⋆✮⋆˙
Celibrate..? - huh? - and it's to not get your hopes up as well - i dont think a lot of people are in - my timeline? - .. - confusing - nonsense >
i think the ones here have had their barbs removed otherwise a lot of guests would get stabbed
I justt ddon'tt likke showing mine in general is all A lott of tthe ttime tthey ddo force you tto share your colour likke itt's a governmentt ddocumentt andd I ddon'tt.. likke tthatt.. Jezz ~ ⋆.˚🃏⋆✮⋆˙
I know why he's called "The Pit Eater" i saw what happened :o( He ate out Her Imperial Condescension on command but didnt stop he kept on devouring #nsfw #gore
Ⓘ'm a8out to take the medi out of my name Ⓘ swear to cod someone mixed our ceruluean and olive samples
wAs oNcE A TiMe i'd cRaWl oUt oF ThE 'cOoN LiKe a gRuB FrEsHlY Re-hAtChEd. BeAdY MoThEr fUcKiNg pEePeRs aLl cRuStEd uP, bLiNkInG InTo tHe bRiGhT LuMiNeScEnCe pOuRiNg tHrOuGh tHe bLiNdS. aNd wAiTiNg fOr mE, eVeRy dAmN MoRnInG, wOuLd bE DoZeNs oF FuNnY LiTtLe mEsSaGeS. lIl' OfFeRiNgS. lItTlE PrOoFs tHaT SoMeWhErE OuT ThErE, mOtHeR FuCkErS WeRe tHiNkIn' 'bOuT Me bEfOrE I'D EvEn rUbBeD ThE SlEeP FrOm mY GlObEs. I HaD An iNkLiNg oF ThE KnOw-hOw bAcK ThEn, BuT I WaS FaR ToO GrEeN To rEcOgNiZe iT FoR WhAt iT TrUlY WaS. tHaT WaS ThE DiSeAsE CaLlEd fRiEnDsHiP. rEaL-AsS BaD MoThEr fUcKeRs cHoOsInG To mAkE RoOm fOr yOu iN ThEiR LiVeS 'n sHiT. tRoLlS WhO GaVe a fUcK AbOuT YoU, fOr bEtTeR Or wOrSe. PeOpLe wHo wAnTeD YoUr iNpUt rEgArDlEsS Of hOw uSeLeSs iT EnDeD Up bEiNg. MoThEr fUcKeRs wHo cOuNtEd oN YoU WhEn iT MaTtErEd aNd wHeN It dIdN'T. dArLiNgS WhO ShArEd tHeIr vIcToRiEs, ThEiR DiSaStErS, tHeIr dUmB AsS ObSeRvAtIoNs, AnD EvErY StRaNgE LiTtLe tHiNg 'TwIxT. eVeRy oNe oF My bUdS AlWaYs hAd sOmEtHiN' tO SaY AbOuT SoMe sHiT', AnD NoT A SiNgLe oNe oF 'eM WaS WoRtH MoRe oR LeSs tO Me tHaN AnOtHeR. I DoN'T HaVe tHaT AnYmOrE. BeEn a lOnG, lOnG TiMe sInCe i cOuLd tRuLy sPaRk a oNe-tO-OnE WiTh sOmEbOdY WhO ThOuGhT I WaS WoRtH ThE FoCuS. wOrTh tHe fUcKiN' tImE, aNd tHe eFfOrT Of rEaChInG OuT. AnD TrUtH Be tOlD, tHaT'S My dOiNg. I Am sOlE To bLaMe. ThE OpPoRtUnItIeS CaMe aNd wEnT. bRiDgEs bUrNeD. dOoRs cLoSeD. sWeEpS AcCuMuLaTeD LiKe sIlT At tHe bOtToM Of tHe mOtHeR FuCkIn' RiVeR, aNd nOw i'lL NeVeR HaVe tHoSe mOmEnTs bAcK. nEvEr aGaIn wIlL I LoOk oNe oF ThOsE OlD FlAmEs iN ThE GaNdEr-oRb wItH ReGrEt, LoVe, AnD ReSoLvE AlL ShArInG SpAcE In mY MoThEr fUcKiNg gAzE. i dId tHaT. I MaDe tHe wOrLd hAtE My fUcKiNg gUtS. yEt fOr aLl tHaT ShIt, I StIlL HoLd tHe wOrLd iN My pUsHeR. aNd eVeN If i'vE CoNdEmNeD MySeLf tO An eTeRnItY UpOn eTeRnItY Of lOnElInEsS, i kNoW My mIsSiOn aIn't fInIsHeD. i wAkE EvErY DaY AnD EvErY NiGhT WiTh mY RaGe tEmPeReD AnD My hOpE InVeStEd nOt iN SaLvAtIoN, bUt iN PuRpOsE. tHe fUtUrE MaY NoT BeLoNg tO Me aNyMoRe, BuT It sTiLl bElOnGs tO SoMeBoDy. tHrOuGh mY FaIlUrEs, I WiLl mAkE ThInGs rIgHt fOr tHe mOtHeR FuCkErS WhO StIlL HaVe a cHaNcE. i'lL Be mAkInG SuRe mY OlD FrIeNdS ArE NoT FoRgOtTeN, eVeN If tHeY ChOsE To fOrGeT Me. FoR ThEiR SaKe, AnD FoR MiNe, I'Ll kEeP GoInG. We oUtSiDe, Y'AlL. hOnK. :o)
[██████████████████████████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░] 04:32:11 Mood Music: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdt2ytt_iTc ) Timi gently approached Skaia once more from deep within the planetoid. As their friends left to fight the Final Boss, they could hear the distant screams and blows dealt to the Dersian King. All Timi could do was stare, for just a moment. In recollection, they thought about everyone they had read about speaking to up until this point. Nervousness and anxiety ate away at them. In the muffled solitude deep within the planetoid, Timi felt the careening weight of guilt eat away at them. Their heart and soul grew heavy. Closing their eyes, they thought of every betrayal, every misfortune, every pain that even memory itself robbed from them. Unable to celebrate the potential of ending this situation, yet unfeeling of the guilt felt merited from their actions observed in other loops, all Timi could do for a moment was hug themselves. Their breath grew ragged, deep, and intense. Tears flowed down their eyes. ...it was then, they remembered the positive comments and words of those who did their best to console and guide them through this confusing and painful labyrinth of an experience. They thought about every second it took every other iteration, no matter how much pain and horror and hate and vile they spewed, no matter how much they all couldn't take it, it was all a ladder building towards right now. Every past was gone; and no future exists now... unless something was done about it. "I am no hero. I should have never played this game. I should've never hurt or disappointed my friends. I should've... been more of myself. I don't know who I am, and maybe I'll never know. But I think... I owe to them. I owe it to everyone who lent a hand. I owe it... to me. To do this. Here.... AND NOW!" And in that instant, Timi bellow out a yell deep within their gut that could only be described as the insatiable performance of the Bard made manifest. It rang louder than the roar of the King's sheer vocal chords, mightier than the blows brought down by now crashed ships from both sides, shaking the very foundation of Skaia as their hands reached out and seized Skaia's very energy. Timi's power of Time race across Skaia from every gate and point of teleportation native to this very universe, and as Timi closed their eyes, their hands pulled back in sheer, raw power and rewound the progression of the Scratch itself. Timi broke into a cold sweat as their breath grew heavy, every muscle in their body straining from the sheer might of this act. Every vein burned, every blood vessel boiled, as Timi could feel the corruption slowly and surely slip away. Like toiling against the mightiest of gears, Timi gave everything at this very moment, thinking about everything. Thinking about you.
