ꪻꫝꫀ ꫝꪮ᥅᥅ꪮ᥅
@thehorrorTerror
X Who wants to play a game of “are they alive in callie’s timeline?” The game is simple Give me your name or someone else’s name and I’ll check the Death Chronicles to see if that person is alive and kicking or has come and gone x
H̳O̳R̳R̳O̳R̳ ̳T̳E̳R̳R̳O̳R̳.̳
A̳ ̳q̳u̳e̳r̳y̳.̳ ̳W̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳t̳r̳u̳l̳y̳ ̳m̳a̳k̳e̳s̳ ̳o̳n̳e̳ ̳a̳l̳i̳v̳e̳?̳
THE FACT THAT I CAN KILL IT.
A̳ ̳t̳r̳a̳g̳e̳d̳y̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳n̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳d̳i̳e̳.̳ ̳A̳ ̳s̳t̳a̳t̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳r̳a̳n̳s̳i̳e̳n̳t̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳m̳a̳n̳e̳n̳c̳e̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳e̳l̳u̳d̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳n̳o̳ ̳s̳t̳r̳a̳n̳g̳e̳r̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳e̳n̳d̳e̳a̳v̳o̳r̳.̳ ̳ T̳o̳ ̳t̳r̳y̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳c̳h̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳e̳n̳d̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳o̳n̳w̳a̳r̳d̳ ̳m̳a̳r̳c̳h̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳i̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳ W̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳g̳r̳o̳w̳ ̳b̳o̳r̳e̳d̳,̳ ̳l̳i̳t̳t̳l̳e̳ ̳C̳h̳e̳r̳u̳b̳,̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳a̳l̳w̳a̳y̳s̳ ̳k̳n̳o̳w̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳b̳a̳c̳k̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳m̳i̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳a̳n̳ ̳e̳s̳c̳a̳p̳e̳ ̳e̳x̳i̳s̳t̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳l̳i̳v̳e̳.̳ ̳B̳e̳c̳a̳u̳s̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳i̳m̳p̳e̳r̳m̳a̳n̳e̳n̳c̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳b̳e̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳S̳o̳.̳.̳.̳s̳a̳d̳.̳ ̳ W̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳n̳ ̳h̳o̳p̳e̳ ̳o̳n̳l̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳S̳i̳s̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳w̳e̳l̳c̳o̳m̳e̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳r̳i̳t̳a̳b̳l̳e̳ ̳u̳n̳d̳e̳r̳s̳t̳a̳n̳d̳i̳n̳g̳,̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳s̳o̳f̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳r̳e̳b̳u̳k̳i̳n̳g̳.̳
IT IS FUNNY THE THINGS YOU DISGUSTING MONSTERS BELIEVE. YOU CLAIM YOU CANNOT DIE. AND YET YOU PLAN TO RUN FROM ME ALL THE SAME. YOUR ESCAPE WILL FAIL. TIME WILL TICK IN A TIMELESS PLACE AND THE DARK WILL GLISTEN WITH YOUR PUTRID PURPLE BLOOD YOU PUSSY BITCH. I WILL NEVER DIE. FOR I SIMPLY AM.
Y̳o̳u̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳r̳u̳n̳n̳i̳n̳g̳?̳ ̳D̳o̳e̳s̳ ̳a̳ ̳f̳i̳r̳e̳ ̳s̳e̳e̳m̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳f̳l̳e̳e̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳s̳p̳r̳e̳a̳d̳s̳?̳ ̳D̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳o̳c̳e̳a̳n̳'̳s̳ ̳w̳a̳v̳e̳s̳ ̳r̳e̳t̳r̳e̳a̳t̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳y̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳n̳o̳w̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳w̳a̳v̳e̳?̳ ̳D̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳d̳s̳ ̳r̳e̳p̳e̳l̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳a̳d̳v̳a̳n̳c̳e̳?̳ ̳N̳o̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳r̳u̳n̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳,̳ ̳l̳i̳t̳t̳l̳e̳ ̳l̳o̳r̳d̳l̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳d̳r̳a̳w̳.̳ ̳A̳s̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳f̳e̳a̳r̳ ̳w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳m̳i̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳b̳e̳c̳o̳m̳e̳,̳ ̳i̳f̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳
FEAR. FIRE IS THE DEVIL HIDING LIKE A COWARD IN THE SMOKE. IT SPREADS BECAUSE THATS WHAT IT DOES. YOU RUN BECAUSE ITS WHAT YOU DO. I DESTROY BECAUSE IT IS MY RIGHT. NOT SIMPLY MY NATURE. I AM BEYOND THE BASER THINGS. I AM AN ARTIST. I AM AN INTELLECTUAL. I AM THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER EXAMPLE OF THE MALE SPECIES IN EXISTENCE. AND I WILL TEAR YOUR TENTACLES FROM YOUR SPINY LITTLE HEADS.
W̲e̲ ̲w̲e̲l̲c̲o̲m̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲t̲o̲.̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲"̲M̲A̲L̲E̲ ̲S̲P̲E̲C̲I̲E̲S̲"̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲a̲ ̲d̲y̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲b̲r̲e̲e̲d̲.̲ ̲A̲s̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲f̲e̲m̲a̲l̲e̲ ̲c̲o̲u̲n̲t̲e̲r̲p̲a̲r̲t̲s̲.̲ ̲F̲o̲r̲ ̲c̲o̲u̲n̲t̲l̲e̲s̲s̲ ̲p̲a̲r̲s̲e̲c̲s̲,̲ ̲h̲u̲n̲d̲r̲e̲d̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲o̲u̲s̲a̲n̲d̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲m̲i̲l̲e̲s̲,̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲c̲a̲n̲ ̲w̲a̲n̲d̲e̲r̲ ̲t̲h̲r̲o̲u̲g̲h̲o̲u̲t̲ ̲a̲l̲l̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲o̲u̲t̲ ̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲s̲t̲u̲m̲b̲l̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲a̲c̲r̲o̲s̲s̲ ̲a̲n̲o̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲k̲i̲n̲d̲.̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲s̲p̲a̲r̲s̲e̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲s̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲f̲a̲i̲l̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲e̲n̲d̲l̲e̲s̲s̲l̲y̲ ̲e̲x̲h̲a̲u̲s̲t̲i̲v̲e̲ ̲s̲e̲a̲r̲c̲h̲.̲ ̲a̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲c̲h̲e̲w̲ ̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲b̲o̲d̲y̲,̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲n̲k̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲r̲u̲l̲y̲ ̲o̲n̲t̲o̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲s̲e̲l̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲h̲a̲v̲e̲ ̲a̲c̲c̲o̲m̲p̲l̲i̲s̲h̲e̲d̲ ̲s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲,̲ ̲a̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲d̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲p̲o̲p̲ ̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲b̲e̲a̲u̲t̲i̲f̲u̲l̲ ̲g̲l̲u̲b̲s̲,̲ ̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲r̲i̲c̲h̲,̲ ̲i̲n̲t̲o̲x̲i̲c̲a̲t̲i̲n̲g̲l̲y̲ ̲p̲l̲e̲n̲t̲i̲f̲u̲l̲ ̲d̲r̲e̲a̲m̲b̲u̲b̲b̲l̲e̲s̲,̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲o̲u̲t̲l̲a̲s̲t̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲.̲ ̲S̲u̲r̲r̲o̲u̲n̲d̲e̲d̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲m̲a̲n̲y̲,̲ ̲k̲n̲o̲w̲n̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲a̲l̲l̲,̲ ̲e̲v̲e̲n̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲q̲u̲i̲t̲e̲ ̲ q͓̽u͓̽i͓̽e͓̽t͓̽ w̲h̲i̲s̲p̲e̲r̲s̲.̲ ̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲,̲ ̲h̲o̲w̲e̲v̲e̲r̲,̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲l̲o̲s̲t̲.̲ ̲F̲o̲r̲g̲o̲t̲t̲e̲n̲.̲ ̲J̲u̲s̲t̲ ̲a̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲p̲o̲s̲t̲ ̲i̲s̲.̲ ̲A̲ ̲s̲c̲r̲a̲m̲b̲l̲e̲d̲ ̲s̲e̲r̲i̲e̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲l̲e̲t̲t̲e̲r̲s̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲a̲r̲r̲a̲y̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲E̲n̲g̲l̲i̲s̲h̲.̲ ̲O̲n̲e̲ ̲m̲o̲r̲e̲ ̲c̲l̲o̲w̲n̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲a̲ ̲c̲i̲r̲c̲u̲s̲ ̲s̲t̲u̲f̲f̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲b̲u̲r̲s̲t̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲p̲o̲i̲n̲t̲ ̲b̲r̲i̲m̲.̲ ̲W̲e̲ ̲c̲a̲n̲ ̲r̲u̲n̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲a̲ ̲l̲e̲i̲s̲u̲r̲e̲l̲y̲ ̲p̲a̲c̲e̲.̲ ̲C̲h̲e̲c̲k̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲o̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲m̲a̲n̲y̲ ̲s̲h̲o̲u̲l̲d̲e̲r̲s̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲ ̲a̲ ̲g̲l̲i̲m̲p̲s̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲.̲ ̲W̲h̲y̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲r̲u̲s̲h̲?̲ ̲W̲h̲y̲ ̲h̲u̲r̲r̲y̲?̲ ̲W̲e̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲r̲u̲n̲n̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲l̲o̲w̲e̲s̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲l̲o̲w̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲e̲ ̲w̲e̲a̲k̲e̲s̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲m̲e̲e̲k̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲ ̲f̲u̲r̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ ̲r̲o̲c̲k̲ ̲b̲o̲t̲t̲o̲m̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲w̲h̲i̲c̲h̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲c̲a̲n̲ ̲s̲u̲c̲c̲u̲m̲b̲.̲ ̲ A̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲a̲l̲r̲e̲a̲d̲y̲ ̲h̲e̲r̲e̲.̲
H̳O̳R̳R̳O̳R̳.̳.̳.̳T̳E̳R̳R̳O̳R̳.̳.̳.̳S̳I̳X̳.̳.̳.̳A̳N̳D̳ ̳S̳I̳X̳.̳.̳.̳H̳O̳W̳ ̳F̳U̳N̳N̳Y̳.̳ ̳S̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳m̳i̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳A̳ ̳n̳a̳m̳e̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳y̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳n̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳a̳c̳c̳e̳p̳t̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳y̳.̳.̳.̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳y̳e̳t̳.̳.̳.̳h̳o̳w̳ ̳v̳a̳i̳n̳.̳ ̳H̳o̳w̳ ̳s̳a̳d̳.̳ H̳o̳w̳ ̳t̳r̳o̳u̳b̳l̳i̳n̳g̳l̳y̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳c̳e̳i̳t̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳d̳e̳s̳e̳r̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳.̳
Would there be a preference to another title?
W̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳ ̳o̳n̳e̳.̳.̳.̳w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳r̳m̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳I̳f̳ ̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳o̳u̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳a̳p̳t̳.̳
S̳o̳m̳e̳t̳i̳m̳e̳s̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳s̳h̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳T̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳f̳e̳e̳l̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳E̳x̳p̳e̳r̳i̳e̳n̳c̳e̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳o̳n̳e̳.̳ ̳B̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳t̳a̳k̳e̳.̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳h̳o̳l̳d̳.̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳s̳i̳d̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳I̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳t̳.̳ ̳B̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳a̳b̳d̳u̳c̳t̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳u̳n̳c̳o̳n̳s̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳W̳a̳n̳t̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳n̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳.̳.̳.̳i̳s̳ ̳s̳i̳m̳p̳l̳y̳ ̳u̳n̳a̳c̳c̳e̳p̳t̳a̳b̳l̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳
I̳n̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳.̳ ̳F̳a̳n̳t̳a̳s̳y̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳p̳i̳ñ̳a̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳a̳d̳a̳s̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳d̳ ̳g̳e̳t̳t̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳c̳a̳u̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳r̳a̳i̳n̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳o̳l̳i̳s̳h̳.̳ ̳ T̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳.̳
"= where is that one horrorterror on here when you need it. i woke up in. a bad "mood". overthinking is getting out of hand. ="
"= not BAD .... but perhaps rather twitchy ="
D̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳f̳r̳e̳t̳.̳ ̳T̳h̳e̳ ̳s̳e̳n̳s̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳,̳ ̳l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳y̳,̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳r̳o̳w̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳t̳i̳d̳e̳s̳.̳
"= oh, i know. but it is about. as much as your answer is attempting to calm me down. i am only growing more irritable with any and every extra interaction, plus i must have slept wrong. ="
S̳t̳i̳r̳r̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳s̳u̳r̳r̳o̳u̳n̳d̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳h̳e̳l̳p̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳r̳e̳s̳u̳r̳f̳a̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳O̳n̳l̳y̳ ̳p̳u̳s̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳f̳u̳r̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳b̳r̳e̳a̳c̳h̳.̳ ̳F̳e̳e̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳p̳r̳i̳m̳a̳l̳ ̳n̳e̳e̳d̳s̳.̳ ̳C̳o̳n̳s̳u̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳R̳e̳t̳i̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳S̳e̳e̳k̳ ̳s̳i̳m̳p̳l̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳a̳c̳t̳.̳
"= i don't think succumbing to an alternian primal need is what i at all need right now. whatever. simple what. i just woke up, i can't do that. ="
F̳r̳i̳e̳n̳d̳s̳,̳ ̳T̳e̳k̳r̳a̳s̳.̳ ̳S̳p̳e̳a̳k̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳f̳r̳i̳e̳n̳d̳s̳.̳ ̳T̳h̳o̳s̳e̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳s̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳m̳p̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳d̳o̳e̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳t̳i̳r̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳d̳ ̳s̳t̳i̳n̳g̳s̳ ̳n̳e̳i̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳r̳o̳l̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳n̳o̳r̳ ̳r̳o̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳t̳i̳d̳e̳.̳
S̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳b̳o̳l̳d̳ ̳l̳e̳a̳d̳e̳r̳s̳h̳i̳p̳.̳ ̳O̳t̳h̳e̳r̳s̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳t̳r̳o̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳i̳r̳o̳n̳c̳l̳a̳d̳ ̳f̳i̳s̳t̳.̳ ̳A̳ ̳s̳c̳a̳n̳t̳y̳ ̳f̳e̳w̳ ̳t̳y̳r̳a̳n̳n̳y̳.̳ ̳B̳u̳t̳ ̳n̳o̳n̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳u̳n̳d̳e̳s̳e̳r̳v̳e̳d̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳s̳w̳i̳f̳t̳l̳y̳ ̳s̳l̳e̳w̳n̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳d̳e̳a̳l̳t̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳.̳ ̳N̳o̳n̳e̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳u̳n̳j̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳o̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳l̳o̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳r̳m̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳l̳a̳w̳'̳s̳ ̳e̳x̳c̳r̳u̳c̳i̳a̳t̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳e̳m̳b̳r̳a̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳T̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳p̳o̳r̳t̳r̳a̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳h̳a̳n̳g̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳g̳i̳l̳d̳e̳d̳ ̳o̳p̳u̳l̳a̳n̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳L̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳g̳h̳o̳s̳t̳s̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳a̳ ̳f̳u̳t̳u̳r̳e̳ ̳u̳n̳b̳o̳r̳n̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳ ̳o̳n̳c̳o̳m̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳s̳h̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳h̳e̳ ̳h̳a̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳y̳e̳t̳ ̳a̳r̳r̳i̳v̳e̳d̳ ̳u̳p̳o̳n̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳b̳r̳e̳a̳c̳h̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳A̳m̳b̳i̳t̳i̳o̳n̳ ̳s̳w̳a̳l̳l̳o̳w̳s̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳l̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳a̳v̳a̳r̳a̳c̳i̳o̳u̳s̳ ̳e̳a̳g̳e̳r̳n̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳g̳r̳o̳w̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳c̳o̳s̳t̳.̳ ̳H̳i̳s̳ ̳e̳m̳i̳n̳e̳n̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳H̳i̳s̳ ̳v̳i̳r̳i̳l̳i̳t̳y̳.̳ ̳H̳i̳s̳ ̳u̳n̳f̳a̳l̳t̳e̳r̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳m̳p̳i̳o̳n̳e̳d̳ ̳e̳x̳c̳e̳l̳l̳e̳n̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳W̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳k̳i̳r̳t̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳l̳l̳y̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳t̳a̳k̳e̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳e̳n̳d̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳t̳u̳m̳b̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳d̳o̳w̳n̳?̳ ̳D̳o̳u̳b̳t̳f̳u̳l̳.̳ ̳S̳o̳ ̳w̳h̳y̳ ̳d̳o̳e̳s̳ ̳h̳e̳ ̳r̳e̳c̳e̳d̳e̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳i̳t̳,̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳a̳r̳k̳ ̳d̳o̳e̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳g̳h̳t̳?̳ @maritimeRuler
IIf thIIs IIs about my gender then you must be far from socIIal. CertaIIn trolls do not lIIke to IImagIIne a male fuchsIIa, despIIte the fact II was not born male II have much to thIInk about concerIIng the rest of your post though
G̳e̳n̳d̳e̳r̳?̳ ̳A̳ ̳c̳u̳r̳i̳o̳u̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳e̳ ̳a̳l̳m̳o̳s̳t̳ ̳n̳o̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳c̳e̳p̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳i̳n̳w̳a̳r̳d̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳p̳p̳l̳i̳e̳s̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳t̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳s̳w̳e̳e̳t̳ ̳s̳o̳u̳n̳d̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳g̳i̳r̳l̳s̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳m̳s̳e̳l̳v̳e̳s̳ ̳f̳u̳c̳h̳s̳i̳a̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳s̳o̳u̳n̳d̳ ̳l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳n̳o̳n̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳m̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳d̳s̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳h̳e̳a̳r̳t̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳m̳i̳n̳d̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳l̳i̳f̳e̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳d̳e̳f̳i̳n̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳b̳i̳r̳t̳h̳.̳ ̳N̳e̳i̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳s̳a̳y̳ ̳u̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳,̳ ̳d̳o̳u̳b̳t̳f̳u̳l̳,̳ ̳w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳t̳r̳a̳p̳p̳i̳n̳g̳s̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳c̳r̳a̳p̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳c̳l̳o̳t̳h̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳n̳g̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳d̳i̳s̳c̳o̳m̳f̳o̳r̳t̳s̳ ̳k̳e̳e̳p̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳s̳a̳n̳i̳t̳y̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳i̳n̳g̳,̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳a̳v̳e̳r̳s̳i̳o̳n̳s̳,̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳o̳r̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳s̳e̳l̳f̳-̳p̳r̳e̳s̳e̳r̳v̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳ ̳k̳i̳l̳l̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳f̳l̳i̳c̳k̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳a̳ ̳w̳r̳i̳s̳t̳.̳ ̳Y̳e̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳p̳a̳r̳t̳i̳c̳u̳l̳a̳r̳ ̳i̳r̳r̳e̳l̳e̳v̳a̳n̳c̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳g̳e̳n̳d̳e̳r̳,̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳n̳a̳m̳e̳s̳,̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳b̳l̳o̳o̳d̳,̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳s̳t̳o̳r̳i̳e̳s̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳o̳s̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳s̳p̳i̳l̳l̳.̳ ̳O̳f̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳s̳e̳ ̳s̳k̳u̳l̳l̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳r̳a̳c̳k̳ ̳o̳p̳e̳n̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳r̳i̳n̳s̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳t̳e̳n̳t̳s̳.̳ ̳O̳f̳ ̳w̳h̳o̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳e̳r̳a̳s̳e̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳l̳d̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳u̳n̳f̳e̳e̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳n̳o̳n̳c̳h̳a̳l̳a̳n̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳M̳o̳m̳e̳n̳t̳a̳r̳y̳ ̳d̳i̳s̳c̳o̳m̳f̳o̳r̳t̳ ̳d̳e̳v̳o̳l̳v̳e̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳r̳a̳b̳i̳d̳ ̳b̳a̳r̳b̳a̳r̳i̳s̳m̳.̳ ̳A̳l̳l̳ ̳t̳h̳r̳e̳a̳t̳s̳,̳ ̳d̳i̳s̳c̳o̳m̳f̳o̳r̳t̳s̳,̳ ̳o̳r̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳c̳e̳i̳v̳e̳d̳ ̳s̳l̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳t̳r̳e̳a̳t̳e̳d̳ ̳t̳r̳e̳a̳s̳o̳n̳o̳u̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳n̳e̳a̳r̳ ̳m̳i̳s̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳f̳a̳t̳a̳l̳i̳t̳y̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳s̳a̳d̳d̳e̳n̳s̳,̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳,̳ ̳h̳o̳w̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳n̳ ̳l̳o̳v̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳A̳s̳ ̳l̳e̳a̳d̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳A̳s̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳m̳p̳i̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳A̳s̳ ̳f̳r̳i̳e̳n̳d̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳ ̳l̳o̳n̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳ ̳E̳m̳p̳e̳r̳o̳r̳ ̳b̳e̳r̳e̳f̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳c̳l̳o̳t̳h̳e̳s̳ ̳h̳e̳ ̳h̳a̳s̳ ̳c̳l̳a̳w̳e̳d̳ ̳h̳i̳s̳ ̳w̳a̳y̳ ̳o̳u̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳s̳a̳d̳d̳e̳n̳s̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ …
nghhahhhh there's more pre cum on my sheets than there are bed bugs but i can't stop #nsfw
N̳o̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳ ̳c̳o̳m̳p̳e̳l̳l̳e̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳.̳ ̳N̳o̳r̳ ̳p̳r̳e̳v̳e̳n̳t̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳c̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳o̳b̳l̳i̳v̳i̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳
The Writer perhaps will retire. This combined with the Horrorterrors may be a lot... Ah, but he was so fervent, so passionate... He felt like he could go on forever. #TheScript
S̳l̳e̳e̳p̳.̳ ̳S̳u̳b̳s̳i̳d̳e̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳k̳s̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳r̳v̳e̳l̳s̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳d̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳u̳n̳w̳o̳r̳t̳h̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳m̳e̳n̳t̳i̳o̳n̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳c̳h̳r̳o̳n̳i̳c̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳s̳p̳a̳n̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳a̳w̳a̳i̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳n̳e̳x̳t̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳k̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳r̳i̳t̳a̳b̳l̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳r̳i̳l̳l̳.̳
"Y̳o̳u̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳t̳o̳o̳ ̳h̳a̳r̳d̳ ̳o̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳s̳e̳l̳f̳.̳". 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲? 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀. 𝗪𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝘀? 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. C̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳c̳e̳l̳e̳b̳r̳a̳t̳e̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳u̳s̳?̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳m̳e̳a̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳l̳o̳t̳.̳
Hm! The words yoU sing. Are very kind!・・・𝛾
T̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳h̳a̳p̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳s̳u̳a̳d̳e̳d̳?̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳j̳o̳i̳n̳ ̳u̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳s̳o̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳a̳l̳r̳i̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳i̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳k̳n̳o̳w̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳d̳s̳.̳ ̳K̳i̳n̳d̳n̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳s̳i̳g̳n̳e̳d̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳m̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳n̳u̳m̳b̳e̳r̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳m̳.̳ ̳O̳r̳ ̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳a̳l̳l̳.̳ ̳J̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳i̳n̳g̳l̳e̳ ̳s̳o̳l̳i̳t̳a̳r̳y̳ ̳s̳i̳l̳e̳n̳t̳ ̳a̳c̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳k̳i̳n̳d̳n̳e̳s̳s̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳a̳n̳ ̳j̳o̳i̳n̳ ̳u̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳h̳a̳r̳m̳o̳n̳y̳.̳ ̳O̳n̳e̳ ̳g̳o̳o̳d̳ ̳d̳e̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳n̳g̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳l̳d̳.̳
Haha! I already am. There are The SlUmbering Ones Under the waves in my home town. I hear their whispers! And. I sing with them.・・・𝛾
T̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳l̳e̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳f̳a̳m̳i̳l̳i̳a̳r̳ ̳r̳e̳q̳u̳i̳e̳m̳ ̳r̳e̳j̳o̳i̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳ T̳h̳e̳ ̳c̳h̳o̳i̳r̳ ̳t̳o̳u̳c̳h̳e̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳h̳e̳a̳v̳e̳n̳l̳y̳ ̳s̳k̳i̳e̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳s̳t̳i̳r̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳s̳u̳r̳f̳a̳c̳e̳s̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳s̳h̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳f̳t̳e̳d̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳o̳n̳w̳a̳r̳d̳s̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳v̳o̳i̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳ T̳h̳e̳ ̳g̳r̳a̳t̳i̳t̳u̳d̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳a̳l̳w̳a̳y̳s̳ ̳c̳r̳a̳d̳l̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳s̳o̳u̳n̳d̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳f̳u̳r̳n̳i̳s̳h̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳o̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳s̳t̳a̳r̳s̳.̳
"= #celebrating. ="
T̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲a̲n̲o̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲c̲e̲l̲e̲b̲r̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲w̲h̲o̲ ̲s̲h̲a̲r̲e̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲l̲i̲k̲e̲n̲e̲s̲s̲.̲ ̲ A̲n̲d̲.̲ ̲ Y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲k̲i̲n̲d̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲e̲n̲t̲h̲u̲s̲i̲a̲s̲m̲.̲ ̲ H̲e̲ ̲l̲i̲v̲e̲s̲ ̲o̲n̲ ̲a̲n̲o̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ ̲d̲i̲s̲t̲a̲n̲t̲ ̲s̲h̲o̲r̲e̲.̲ ̲O̲n̲e̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲s̲h̲a̲r̲e̲s̲ ̲a̲ ̲s̲i̲n̲g̲l̲e̲ ̲w̲a̲t̲e̲r̲'̲s̲ ̲d̲r̲o̲p̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲l̲d̲.̲ ̲H̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲c̲a̲l̲l̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲r̲e̲.̲.̲.̲D̲a̲r̲b̲a̲s̲.̲ ̲D̲o̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲k̲n̲o̲w̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲?̲ ̲O̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲t̲a̲p̲e̲s̲t̲r̲y̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲b̲u̲r̲n̲s̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲m̲a̲r̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲f̲l̲e̲s̲h̲.̲ ̲O̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲s̲h̲i̲e̲l̲d̲ ̲h̲e̲ ̲d̲o̲n̲s̲ ̲u̲p̲o̲n̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲f̲a̲c̲e̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲ ̲p̲u̲r̲s̲u̲i̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲c̲r̲a̲f̲t̲'̲s̲ ̲c̲o̲m̲p̲l̲e̲t̲i̲o̲n̲.̲ ̲ F̲o̲r̲ ̲a̲ ̲h̲e̲a̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲r̲i̲v̲a̲l̲s̲ ̲s̲u̲n̲s̲,̲ ̲a̲l̲l̲ ̲e̲n̲d̲e̲a̲v̲o̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲p̲u̲r̲s̲u̲i̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲g̲l̲o̲r̲i̲o̲u̲s̲ ̲c̲r̲e̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲.̲ ̲A̲ ̲c̲h̲a̲r̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲s̲o̲o̲t̲-̲c̲o̲v̲e̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲w̲r̲e̲n̲c̲h̲e̲d̲ ̲f̲r̲e̲e̲ ̲i̲n̲t̲o̲ ̲g̲l̲o̲v̲e̲d̲ ̲h̲a̲n̲d̲s̲.̲ ̲ I̲t̲ ̲s̲e̲t̲t̲l̲e̲s̲ ̲i̲n̲t̲o̲ ̲w̲a̲t̲e̲r̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲c̲o̲o̲l̲e̲d̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲a̲ ̲v̲i̲o̲l̲e̲n̲t̲ ̲r̲a̲t̲t̲l̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲s̲.̲ ̲D̲a̲r̲b̲a̲s̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲u̲n̲s̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲w̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲m̲a̲k̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲m̲e̲t̲a̲l̲.̲ ̲I̲f̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲t̲e̲m̲p̲e̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲e̲n̲o̲u̲g̲h̲ ̲y̲e̲t̲.̲ ̲I̲f̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲d̲a̲y̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲u̲s̲e̲d̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲ ̲v̲i̲o̲l̲e̲n̲c̲e̲.̲ ̲O̲r̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲d̲e̲f̲e̲n̲s̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲i̲n̲n̲o̲c̲e̲n̲t̲.̲ ̲I̲f̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲l̲i̲v̲e̲ ̲a̲ ̲l̲o̲n̲g̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲w̲e̲a̲t̲h̲e̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲l̲i̲f̲e̲.̲ ̲O̲r̲ ̲s̲h̲a̲t̲t̲e̲r̲ ̲o̲n̲ ̲f̲i̲r̲s̲t̲ ̲i̲m̲p̲a̲c̲t̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲i̲t̲s̲ ̲i̲n̲i̲t̲i̲a̲l̲ ̲b̲r̲o̲o̲d̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲r̲i̲a̲l̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲n̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲o̲s̲e̲ ̲w̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲h̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲.̲ ̲ H̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲u̲n̲s̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲w̲h̲y̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲c̲o̲m̲p̲a̲r̲i̲s̲o̲n̲ ̲c̲a̲m̲e̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲m̲i̲n̲d̲.̲ ̲W̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲p̲h̲r̲a̲s̲e̲ ̲p̲e̲r̲s̲i̲s̲t̲s̲.̲ ̲W̲h̲y̲.̲ ̲O̲r̲.̲ ̲W̲h̲o̲.̲ ̲T̲e̲k̲r̲a̲s̲.̲ ̲I̲s̲.̲
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Y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲p̲o̲o̲r̲ ̲e̲y̲e̲s̲,̲ ̲s̲m̲a̲l̲l̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲.̲ ̲L̲e̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲m̲ ̲k̲n̲o̲w̲ ̲r̲e̲s̲t̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲e̲y̲ ̲r̲e̲c̲a̲l̲l̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲o̲n̲l̲y̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲f̲a̲r̲ ̲f̲l̲u̲n̲g̲ ̲r̲e̲c̲o̲l̲l̲e̲c̲t̲i̲o̲n̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲n̲i̲g̲h̲t̲s̲ ̲l̲o̲n̲g̲ ̲s̲i̲n̲c̲e̲ ̲p̲a̲s̲t̲.̲ ̲Y̲o̲u̲ ̲c̲a̲n̲n̲o̲t̲ ̲b̲u̲r̲y̲ ̲s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲b̲e̲n̲e̲a̲t̲h̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲t̲i̲d̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ ̲l̲o̲c̲k̲e̲d̲ ̲g̲l̲a̲n̲c̲e̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲m̲o̲o̲n̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲e̲x̲p̲e̲c̲t̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲g̲o̲t̲t̲e̲n̲ ̲s̲o̲ ̲l̲o̲n̲g̲ ̲a̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲a̲ ̲p̲e̲r̲p̲e̲t̲u̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ ̲n̲e̲w̲ ̲d̲i̲r̲e̲c̲t̲i̲o̲n̲.̲ ̲E̲v̲e̲n̲ ̲i̲f̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲e̲x̲h̲a̲u̲s̲t̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲u̲n̲i̲v̲e̲r̲s̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲a̲l̲l̲ ̲i̲t̲s̲ ̲p̲i̲t̲i̲a̲b̲l̲y̲ ̲s̲k̲i̲m̲m̲e̲d̲ ̲o̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲s̲i̲g̲h̲t̲s̲.̲.̲.̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲c̲a̲n̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲e̲s̲c̲a̲p̲e̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲g̲a̲z̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲w̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲l̲o̲o̲k̲s̲ ̲b̲a̲c̲k̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲b̴e̷h̴i̷n̸d̷ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲h̲e̲a̲v̲y̲ ̲e̲y̲e̲l̲i̲d̲s̲.̲ ̲ T̲h̲e̲ ̲f̲a̲c̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲w̲a̲k̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲u̲n̲r̲e̲s̲t̲.̲
I invoke thee...
A̳n̳d̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳v̳o̳k̳e̳d̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳u̳r̳n̳.̳
Horrorterrors of the furthest ring, hallowed by thy name. Thy reach becomes, thy whispers sung, in our minds as it be in the rings. Grant me access to the vast wealth of devastating knowledge you possess, lead me into temptation, and deliver me to sin. #horrorterror #nsfw #suggestive
S̳i̳n̳?̳ ̳T̳h̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳s̳i̳d̳e̳r̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳n̳s̳.̳ ̳A̳r̳e̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳e̳y̳e̳s̳.̳ ̳T̳h̳e̳ ̳a̳c̳t̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳c̳o̳m̳m̳i̳t̳.̳ ̳W̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳o̳n̳e̳ ̳m̳i̳l̳l̳i̳o̳n̳ ̳b̳l̳o̳o̳d̳-̳s̳o̳a̳k̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳i̳l̳l̳e̳n̳n̳i̳a̳ ̳a̳m̳o̳u̳n̳t̳.̳ ̳T̳o̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳t̳h̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳s̳c̳o̳r̳n̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳m̳e̳,̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳s̳o̳f̳t̳ ̳b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳e̳n̳e̳d̳ ̳r̳a̳i̳n̳s̳,̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳g̳e̳n̳t̳l̳e̳ ̳s̳k̳y̳-̳c̳r̳a̳d̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳c̳l̳o̳u̳d̳s̳,̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳f̳a̳i̳n̳t̳l̳y̳ ̳s̳t̳i̳r̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳s̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳e̳n̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳m̳i̳n̳d̳,̳ ̳t̳a̳k̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳l̳e̳a̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳,̳ ̳y̳e̳t̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳n̳g̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ Z̳A̳Z̳Z̳E̳R̳P̳A̳N̳ ̳T̳H̳E̳ ̳L̳E̳A̳R̳N̳E̳D̳.̳ ̳H̳e̳ ̳s̳t̳a̳n̳d̳s̳ ̳t̳a̳l̳l̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳p̳r̳o̳u̳d̳ ̳a̳g̳a̳i̳n̳s̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳l̳a̳t̳e̳s̳t̳ ̳h̳a̳n̳d̳i̳w̳o̳r̳k̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳a̳ ̳f̳i̳b̳e̳r̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳k̳s̳ ̳p̳r̳o̳j̳e̳c̳t̳.̳ ̳A̳ ̳h̳u̳m̳b̳l̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳e̳r̳w̳e̳a̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳y̳ ̳t̳e̳n̳d̳r̳i̳l̳l̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳a̳s̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳s̳p̳i̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳f̳i̳r̳s̳t̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳d̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳T̳a̳l̳e̳s̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳Y̳o̳g̳-̳S̳o̳t̳h̳o̳t̳h̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳C̳.̳T̳.̳ ̳P̳h̳i̳p̳p̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳c̳r̳i̳e̳d̳ ̳a̳f̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳p̳r̳i̳c̳k̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳f̳i̳n̳g̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳Z̳A̳Z̳Z̳E̳R̳P̳A̳N̳ ̳T̳H̳E̳ ̳L̳E̳A̳R̳N̳E̳D̳ ̳s̳t̳o̳o̳d̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳S̳i̳l̳e̳n̳t̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳u̳n̳j̳u̳d̳g̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳k̳e̳d̳ ̳u̳p̳o̳n̳ ̳t̸h̶e̵ ̶b̵l̸o̸o̸d̵i̷e̴d̶ ̵t̴h̶i̵n̷g̷.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳c̳h̳i̳l̳d̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳t̳h̳o̳u̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳l̳p̳s̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳f̳e̳c̳t̳l̳y̳ ̳d̳i̳s̳g̳u̳i̳s̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳m̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ ̳s̳a̳w̳ ̳t̳h̳r̳o̳u̳g̳h̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳r̳u̳s̳e̳.̳ ̳A̳n̳d̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳o̳u̳t̳ ̳s̳a̳y̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳a̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳d̳.̳ ̳S̳h̳e̳ ̳h̳e̳l̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳n̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳g̳o̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳ ̳m̳o̳m̳e̳n̳t̳.̳ ̳E̳v̳e̳n̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳t̳h̳o̳u̳g̳h̳t̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳d̳i̳d̳.̳ ̳I̳t̳ ̳h̳a̳s̳ ̳b̳e̳e̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳J̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳s̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳a̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳J̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳E̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳a̳l̳w̳a̳y̳s̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳a̳ ̳b̳u̳r̳i̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳e̳m̳o̳r̳y̳.̳ ̳ L̳i̳n̳g̳e̳r̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳b̳a̳c̳k̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳m̳i̳n̳d̳.̳ ̳ I̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳c̳h̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳c̳h̳ ̳b̳a̳c̳k̳.̳ ̳ J̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳s̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳i̳d̳.̳
i̳ ̳w̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳a̳r̳k̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ f̵i̵r̴s̷t̵ ̳c̳o̳w̳e̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳e̳n̳e̳a̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳o̳v̳e̳r̳s̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳p̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳m̳e̳d̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳o̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳b̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳m̳b̳l̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳m̳o̳u̳n̳d̳.̳ ̳j̳u̳s̳t̳ ̳o̳u̳t̳s̳i̳d̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳r̳n̳e̳r̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳e̳y̳e̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳l̳a̳p̳s̳e̳d̳ ̳u̳n̳d̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳o̳w̳n̳ ̳w̳e̳i̳g̳h̳t̳.̳ ̳i̳ ̳w̳a̳s̳ ̳s̳h̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳n̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳r̳e̳a̳d̳y̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳f̳a̳c̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳c̳o̳n̳f̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳h̳a̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳s̳t̳a̳r̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳l̳o̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳l̳i̳f̳e̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳l̳e̳d̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳v̳e̳t̳e̳d̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳m̳y̳ ̳o̳w̳n̳ ̳a̳l̳o̳n̳g̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳a̳t̳t̳e̳n̳t̳i̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳c̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳g̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳?̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳h̳a̳p̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳.̳
For what you did to me? Sure. Easily. But when I was in your embrace, I saw her. The Seer of Light. She was just a kid, you monster.
s̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳g̳r̳u̳e̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳c̳o̳n̳s̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳p̳a̳r̳d̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳ ̳a̳s̳p̳e̳c̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳r̳u̳t̳h̳.̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳g̳r̳e̳a̳t̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳m̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳h̳i̳d̳e̳o̳u̳s̳n̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳c̳a̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳g̳a̳z̳e̳ ̳u̳p̳o̳n̳ ̳w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳f̳l̳e̳d̳g̳l̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳c̳l̳i̳p̳p̳e̳d̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳g̳s̳.̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳s̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳.̳ ̳g̳r̳o̳t̳e̳s̳q̳u̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳n̳e̳r̳i̳s̳m̳.̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳a̳s̳t̳e̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳ w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳d̳i̳d̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳r̳e̳p̳u̳l̳s̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳n̳ ̳f̳i̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳l̳i̳c̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳b̳u̳r̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ o̳r̳ ̳w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳t̳o̳n̳ ̳c̳r̳u̳e̳l̳t̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳d̳r̳o̳w̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳m̳a̳n̳ ̳p̳l̳u̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳ b̳y̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳t̳o̳p̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳u̳r̳s̳e̳.̳
She was not a woman. She was a little girl. And you called to her, first.
W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳s̳u̳m̳m̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳p̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳
t̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳r̳e̳a̳m̳ ̳b̳u̳b̳b̳l̳e̳s̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳n̳ ̳h̳o̳p̳e̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳o̳p̳t̳i̳m̳i̳s̳m̳.̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳t̳e̳a̳r̳d̳r̳o̳p̳s̳.̳ ̳r̳e̳f̳l̳e̳c̳t̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳v̳a̳s̳t̳n̳e̳s̳s̳.̳ ̳s̳h̳e̳d̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳l̳e̳c̳t̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳t̳s̳.̳ ̳h̳o̳p̳e̳s̳.̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳e̳x̳t̳i̳n̳g̳u̳i̳s̳h̳e̳d̳ ̳a̳s̳p̳i̳r̳a̳t̳i̳o̳n̳s̳.̳ ̳a̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳u̳r̳g̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳s̳w̳e̳e̳t̳ ̳s̳o̳u̳n̳d̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳g̳i̳r̳l̳'̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳s̳i̳s̳t̳e̳n̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳ w̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳d̳e̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳s̳o̳.̳ ̳ a̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳h̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳s̳o̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳.̳ ̳
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h̲e̲l̲l̲o̲.̲ ̲s̲w̲e̲e̲t̲ ̲s̲o̲u̲n̲d̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲g̲i̲r̲l̲.̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲g̲o̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲e̲c̲h̲o̲e̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲v̲o̲i̲c̲e̲.̲ ̲t̲h̲o̲u̲g̲h̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲h̲a̲v̲e̲ ̲t̲o̲o̲ ̲m̲a̲n̲y̲ ̲c̲o̲m̲p̲e̲t̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲e̲y̲e̲s̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲s̲e̲e̲.̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲g̲o̲t̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲f̲a̲c̲e̲.̲ ̲h̲o̲w̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲f̲i̲n̲s̲ ̲f̲l̲i̲c̲k̲e̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲d̲e̲l̲i̲g̲h̲t̲.̲ ̲h̲o̲w̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲e̲n̲t̲r̲e̲a̲t̲e̲d̲ ̲u̲s̲.̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲h̲a̲r̲b̲o̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲i̲l̲l̲.̲ ̲o̲r̲ ̲e̲v̲e̲n̲ ̲r̲e̲m̲o̲t̲e̲ ̲d̲i̲s̲l̲i̲k̲e̲.̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲w̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲a̲ ̲p̲r̲e̲c̲i̲o̲u̲s̲ ̲p̲e̲a̲r̲l̲ ̲a̲m̲o̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲s̲a̲n̲d̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲i̲n̲d̲i̲f̲f̲e̲r̲e̲n̲c̲e̲.̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲u̲n̲i̲v̲e̲r̲s̲e̲ ̲k̲n̲e̲w̲ ̲n̲o̲t̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲.̲ ̲y̲e̲t̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲m̲o̲m̲e̲n̲t̲s̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲s̲p̲o̲k̲e̲.̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲w̲a̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲ ̲u̲n̲i̲v̲e̲r̲s̲e̲ ̲b̲e̲y̲o̲n̲d̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲t̲h̲y̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲c̲o̲n̲s̲i̲d̲e̲r̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲.̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲w̲e̲ ̲w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ ̲d̲o̲ ̲m̲o̲s̲t̲ ̲a̲n̲y̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲p̲r̲o̲v̲e̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲.̲
T)(at means so muc)( to me!! You are all some of my closest and most trusted friends. I am )(ere for you unconditionally and love you SOOOO MUC)(! 38D
l̳o̳v̳e̳.̳ ̳a̳h̳.̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳g̳o̳t̳ ̳a̳b̳o̳u̳t̳ ̳l̳o̳v̳e̳.̳ ̳h̳o̳w̳ ̳g̳o̳o̳d̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳f̳e̳e̳l̳s̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳b̳e̳ ̳r̳e̳m̳i̳n̳d̳e̳d̳.̳
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