♦ pitied by @legendaryLeague
Sleeping on the elongated sit platform tolight because he kicked me out of our respite block~. It's so cold without him~.~.~. What am I going to do if he serves me the human divorce papers~? How am I going to explain it to our grub, when he grows up~? How am I supposed to tell him that his father is absent because he doesn't love him enough~? That he ran at the first opportunity~? That he lied, when he held me close, stroked my luminous hair, and ass~ured me that we would weather any hardship together~? This is all to say that I'm not okay~. I'm going to need space during this difficult time~. Don't message me unless you're a beau~tiful, single woman~. #Gladiator #Sadiator #TheHumanEmotionCalled #Divorce #NSFW https://cdn~.imgchest~.com/files/cbf02b7b282b~.png
Happy 8/8.
⚇ I won't even use all my quirk for this one. Show this shit the respect it deserves lmfao. --- To Kiss The Sun, Chapter 12 -- Fear and Longing "WE HAVE TO RUN, KULLEO!" The stars had already begun to disappear overhead as spilled orange Faygo stained the sky in rich hues as the sun began to rise. I stared in awe at the break of day, like a cuspidated grimalkin stuck in the headlights of a scuttlebuggy I felt trapped to the spot, my body shaking. I'd never seen anything so beautiful before, so thoroughly romantic. "This is what you get to see every day...?" I whispered to Fallan, eyes managing to turn away from the sunrise just enough to see the glitter of her pallid skin in the glow of its rays. She looked beautiful, even beyond the life that had long drained from her eyes, my cemetery girl stood shining brilliant in the dawn. Her eyes fell on me in that moment and we both knew, that everything we'd been through, everything we'd endured had all been worth it for the flush that we now shared between one another. The persecution, the pusherache, the daytime we now ran from...it was all worth it just so that we could stare at one another in this glorious moment and know we were two halves of one whole, just as the Messiahs prophecized! Okay, Isidor interjecting here. I might have to take them up for a little bit of blasphemy here but hey, the prose is pretty damn good, right? Kulleo is one hell of a writer! Okay back to the story: The moment was broken by my own traitorous wince as the sun's rays began to sting the top of my horns. It was bearable on the strong keratin, but once it touched the softer chitin of my face... "I told you, we need to hurry!" Fallan insisted, grabbing me by the hand and using all of the strength left in her to drag me back towards the shelter of the blackout tree, who's leaves would keep us completely obscured until night fell once more. We ran, managing to make the top of the trunk just as daylight singed the slightly exposed skin on my ankles, though I dragged it up just in time to avoid the worst of it. My sigh of relief came for both of us, for despite Fallan's lack of cardiovascular function, I could see the comfort plain on her face now that we were safe in the treetops. Peering over the side of the tree branch we'd perched ourselves on, I could see the sunlight bleaching the bottom of the tree in stark white, while further up the trunk remained its tell-tale stygian color. "We're safe for now" I murmured, allowing myself a moment to relax as I lay myself down on the thick branch, allowing my eyes to close as exhaustion pulsed in waves over my skin. "Emphasis on the for now part. As soon as the sun comes down, they're going to come looking for you again." I heard Fallan shuffle on the branch next to me, before feeling the brush of their old, raggedy shirt against my arm. She had lay down next to me, the cold of her skin atypical for one who had once been a warmer blood than I. I still sometimes watched, fascinated, as old, coagulated teal oozed from an open wound. I often wondered, in those moments, whether or not she could still be used for paint. Did her blood regenerate? Would wounds heal? There was just so much we didn't know... "...How long can we keep doing this, Kulleo?" her hoarse, raspy voice was taught with emotion. "How much longer until the ragrippers finally catch up with us? Or...Or a threshie squad manages to make good on their threats? Or the mercenaeronauts try to collect my bounty? This was never going to work! We're not meant to..." She paused, and though tears no longer flowed from her dead eyes, I knew that her soul was crying. I think that's about enough of airing out my student's writing on here. Gotta save some for its SlayO3, right? lmaooo. Hopefully this teaches it to make sure its sending the *right* document in future. ⚇
>([w#en i see dat butt] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/38b094f01eac.png]
Are you trying to pacify me~?
I love you so much I might break you in my tight embrace~. I might spin you in a circle so fast your stems dislocate~. #Gore
I'm going to grab you by your flaccid horn and throw you into the Alternian sun~.
The resemblance is uncanny, is it not~? #MyChud #MyChudsband #TheViktorToMyJayce #MaleBonding @legendaryLeague https://cdn~.imgchest~.com/files/80a835128948~.png https://cdn~.imgchest~.com/files/12f639087054~.png
i don't think i have to. he's probably just going to read this.
THE M⧃UNTAIN IS ALWAYS WRESTLING A MURDERBEAST IT IS CALLED FEELINGS......................................................
N⧃W THE M⧃UNTAIN IS FUMING
THE M⧃UNTAIN WANTS T⧃ BRAWL
I Believe I Have Finally Discovered How Many Licks It Takes To Get To The Center Of A Tootsie Pop.
calling it. i could let it keep on keeping on, but i think wved all be happier (besides meenah) if meenahs the one wvho movwes on this round. trust me. next up. wvell, vwe already savw wvhy you should vwote for either candidate. jane crocker up against the handmaid. #cronusbabeoff! bouncy, bodacious, a real boss bitch, janey crocker herself! the maid wvith the most, shes got plenty of junk in her trunk, and the business acumen to buy you out if you hawve anything bad to say about it. dont think just because shes a life player shes a healslut. she, uhh... she scares me. and then wvevwe got the handmaid, alternias vwhore-er, the shame of beforus, servwant of time and friend o mine! wvhat a wvoman! you wvant some timestop? shes got you cowvered. time clones? easy. you vwanna get covwered? shes got you covwered. and the #contraptions. oh the contraptions. and the #doohickeys. phewv. she, uhh... she scares me. lifemaid wvs handmaid, let the wvoting begin! #nsfwv <3 or <> for janey <3< or c3< for handy
This is~.~.~. Ill be honest, I am a little impressed~. You captured my good side~.
im. zo tired of getting zexualized but tbh itz entirely my fault
⧃ "Strong convictions precede great actions."
࣪⊹₊˚{ you guys cant see my dolphin, can you }<n<{ fourk my stupid chud life.... }˚₊⊹ ࣪
Ah, forgive me, I completely missed this bait~. But I think I already got my thoughts across clearly enough~. Need I say more~?
I can'T r3m3mb3r Why I bl(o)ck3D S(o)m3 (o)f y(o)u buT I'm pr3TTy Sur3 IT'S cauS3 S(o)m3 (o)f y(o)u W3r3 juST l(o)W-k3y ann(o)yIng.
[YOU $HOULD BE IMAGINE GETTING IT WITH THI$ AB$OLUTE UNIT OF A MAN @BENIGNANTAPPERTAIN]
im simply just a figment of your imagination most of the time
Ⓧ Why would you pity that. Everyone loves a fat ass. Might even let someone squeeze mine. Ⓧ
CRAZY THING TO ZAY TBH WTH LMAO LOLOLOL
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im so srs when i say fuck off ddude
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1m so hAppy for you And your ugly fuck1ng boyfr1end 1m ser1ous
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i know ;(
࣪⊹₊˚{ WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM <3< can you like try 6 + 7ing up your FLUKING WASTE CHUTE???? you mouth breather!!!! }*□*{ }*□*{ }*□*{ }*□*{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪
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