♦ pitied by @jovialMerryment
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.
