Meliso Kíndyn
@stickyBuzzing
My Moirail convinced me to be here.. They/them and he/him is ok.. I need to get out more..
Your name is Meliso Kindyn. You are currently sat hunched on the edge of your rumpled recuperacoon, knees drawn tight to your chest, the faint golden sheen of your blood visible only in the occasional anxious twitch of your boney fingers as you clutched at the frayed fabric of your Moirail’s oversized hoodie, the was garment so worn and oversized it seemed to swallow your slight frame whole, much like the heavy silence that wrapped around you day after day, unbroken save for the soft, rhythmic clicking of your Lusus. A cute beautiful moth you call “Gabei”, He is currently “cleaning” the floorboards, his iridescent wings catching what little light remained as he nudged empty nutrient packets and crumpled wrappers toward the corner, ever vigilant in his mute, instinctual way to care for the troll he’s raised since wigglerhood. Thought you barely spoke, even to the Lusus that had become your entire universe, words felt too heavy, too exposed, like fragile glass orbs that might shatter the moment they left your lips and reveal the aching void inside—the crushing weight of a depression that had settled into your bones like rust on neglected metal, turning every attempt at connection into an insurmountable wall, every fleeting thought of venturing outside into a panic that left you trembling and retreating deeper into the safety of these four walls where no one could judge the way your golden blood marked you as both precious and dangerous, a mutant prize that should have granted them status yet only amplified the terror of being seen, of being wanted, of failing to live up to whatever silent expectations the hemospectrum might whisper in the winds beyond your sealed vents. You get a ping on your palmhusk, it’s your Moirail. You hesitantly grab it and open the notification. They mentioned this website saying you should give it a try, people can be themselves and express themselves.. It’s been so long since you’ve interacted with people even online. Why not..give a try? —> Meliso: make an account.. This account will contain: #nsfw, #nsfwe #cw-self-harm, #suicidal-thoughts, #gore, and Meliso just being a very weird ass quad partner + a stupid smelly bum
W33_ll if 33_v33_ry☢︎n33_ is b33_ing fr33_aky th33_n uh..I want t☢︎ mak33_ ☢︎ut with my M☢︎irail..am I d☢︎ing it right?..#nsfw? #quadp☢︎sting𓆦
Why is 33_v33_ry☢︎n33_ s☢︎ fr33_aky ☢︎n this w33_bsit33_?..ar33_ y☢︎u all in h33_at ☢︎r s☢︎m33_thing?.. #nsfw?𓆦
is this your ♯firstday
Yes. #omegaposting #nsfw
W☢︎uld it b33_ path33_tic ☢︎f m33_ t☢︎ ask my M☢︎irail t☢︎ pail?.. #nsfw #quadp☢︎sting𓆦
D☢︎33_s any☢︎n33_ hav33_ any s☢︎ap r33_c☢︎mm33_ndati☢︎ns?..i r33_ally n33_33_d t☢︎ tak33_ a sh☢︎w33_r but I’m all ☢︎ut ☢︎f s☢︎ap..𓆦
I THINK IF YOU dON'T HaVE aLCOHOL THEN VEGETaBLE OIL Is OK TOO.
Why w☢︎uld I us33_ ☢︎il?.. d☢︎33_sn’t it lik33_ r33_j33_ct wat33_r ☢︎r s☢︎m33_thing?.𓆦
YEaH I THINK THaT's THE IdEa... IT's LIKE sOaP GETs THE dIRT sEPaRaTE FROM THE waTER OR sOMETHING. sO OIL PROBaBLY dOEs THE saME THING.
Has any☢︎n33_ 33_v33_r just th☢︎ught ab☢︎ut kissing th33_ir M☢︎irail?… #quadrantvacillati☢︎n?𓆦
cønsøle.løg("@titillatingnøtiøns spread yøur gøspel");
V^ Yeah. ==:/ ^V
☆ moirails kissing... only the most important activity to ever manifest...
Uh..Hi? What d☢︎ I say? I lik33_ bugs..ig? What d☢︎ y☢︎u guys 33_v33_n talk ab☢︎ut ☢︎n h33_r33_?..𓆦
Your name is Meliso Kindyn. You are currently sat hunched on the edge of your rumpled recuperacoon, knees drawn tight to your chest, the faint golden sheen of your blood visible only in the occasional anxious twitch of your boney fingers as you clutched at the frayed fabric of your Moirail’s oversized hoodie, the was garment so worn and oversized it seemed to swallow your slight frame whole, much like the heavy silence that wrapped around you day after day, unbroken save for the soft, rhythmic clicking of your Lusus. A cute beautiful moth you call “Gabei”, He is currently “cleaning” the floorboards, his iridescent wings catching what little light remained as he nudged empty nutrient packets and crumpled wrappers toward the corner, ever vigilant in his mute, instinctual way to care for the troll he’s raised since wigglerhood. Thought you barely spoke, even to the Lusus that had become your entire universe, words felt too heavy, too exposed, like fragile glass orbs that might shatter the moment they left your lips and reveal the aching void inside—the crushing weight of a depression that had settled into your bones like rust on neglected metal, turning every attempt at connection into an insurmountable wall, every fleeting thought of venturing outside into a panic that left you trembling and retreating deeper into the safety of these four walls where no one could judge the way your golden blood marked you as both precious and dangerous, a mutant prize that should have granted them status yet only amplified the terror of being seen, of being wanted, of failing to live up to whatever silent expectations the hemospectrum might whisper in the winds beyond your sealed vents. You get a ping on your palmhusk, it’s your Moirail. You hesitantly grab it and open the notification. They mentioned this website saying you should give it a try, people can be themselves and express themselves.. It’s been so long since you’ve interacted with people even online. Why not..give a try? —> Meliso: make an account.. This account will contain: #nsfw, #nsfwe #cw-self-harm, #suicidal-thoughts, #gore, and Meliso just being a very weird ass quad partner + a stupid smelly bum