♣ mediated by @ultracriticalBalk
or a paras1te! never sa1d 1t was you tho, 1dk the s1tuat1on w1th you guys
#deadlususclub and happy about iit ✌️🫶
[Attached is a blurry photo with teal splattered across the camera, with what can only be Beel tearing apart a fish and bearing multiple lacerations across its body that were clearly caused by its own blades. Based on the awkward angle of the image, it seemed like Beel was crawling over the machinery for some reason] {r} #cw-self-harm #violence #gore {r}
also no 1t wasnt that t1me
#Haha #Aw #Cute
\ e1ther that 0r y0u're us1ng speech-t0-text and y0ur m0uth was taped shut 0r s0meth1ng. 1n that case, h0pe that gets res0lved! and 1f 1ts just the th1nk1ng th1ng, d0nt hurt y0urself J:) /
o-)- ummm anyone good at mediating ≽(◉m ◉ ≼マ
o-)- fight night is where all this mess started i’m pretty sure ≽(◉m ◉ ≼マ definitely never going again
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@ultracriticalBalk Your earliest memories of life were cold and harsh. You were alone, mostly. A small child grasping at leaves and twigs to bring you comfort. Your lusus wasn’t around. This made you grow cold. And harsh. Critical of everything around you. That is until they welcomed you. They fed you. Housed you. Healed you. Physically, at least. They gave you a place to stay when not even your own guardian cared to keep tabs on you. Tuhoon showed you joy. He was your first friend. You can recall playing cards with him and the one you weren’t entirely keen on. Tilila. Then you met her. Malaia. No matter how much you try to convince yourself, her name persists. Like a scar. You can’t forget her. No matter how much you want to. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t. She treated you with a kindness you hadn’t felt. Touched you with a softness that even the plushest of beds couldn’t compare to. She spoke your name with a sweetness on her tongue that made your head ring. You two fell into love. Something akin to love. She loved you. You loved what she had to offer. You loved that she loved you. You loved the attention she fed you. You loved the way she touched you. You loved the way she fucked you. Eventually, she became overbearing. She suffocated you. She smothered you, implanted herself into every aspect of your life. She wanted to control you, discern what you could and couldn’t say, she wanted to make you hers. But you weren’t hers. You never were hers. She tried to lock you up, but the collar never quite made it round your neck. In perhaps an act of defiance, an act of rebellion, or maybe an act of freedom, you were unfaithful. You kissed lips you weren’t entitled to. Touched skin you shouldn’t have. You knew this would upset her. And still, you persisted. You went all the way. Cause meet effect. She broke it off. How dare she. She wanted you so bad, craved you every waking moment, and now? She broke it off. She threw you away. You lost control. You lost the control. Something within you snapped. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make them feel the hate you felt, the anger that festers within you still to this day. That’s when you found it. A call to action. A wanted poster with her moirail’s name. Yes. This was your chance. Lock him away, make her feel what it felt like to lose something you loved. Take away a privilege. You were swift with this report. You called it in as soon as you could. You needed to make them hurt. Make *her* hurt. The Heiress acted swiftly. With a heavy hand. You were drugged–kept in a room. Only able to watch. You remember the screens. You remember watching every hivestem crumble. The blood spilling. The gore. Even if audio had been available, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it over your own sobs and sounds of anguish. This wasn’t what you meant. This wasn’t what you thought would happen. She made sure you watched her die. She made sure you watched them all reduce to ash. The life you had grown accustomed to–gone. Within an hour of torment. They were all gone. The people that had so graciously taught you what it meant to live–You killed them. It was all gone. It’s all gone. It's never coming back. #nsfw , #violence , #death , #substances 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
@ultracriticalBalk @gratuitoousAnnuity pull up too the muscle theater. Right this fucking noow.
o-)- ok you’re a little weirdo i was just trying to help you out buddy but okay you can keep your kismesis that wanted to keep that shit a secret
o-)- is cheating just like an indigo habit or like what indigos sound off in the comments
just ♯draghimintothepublicsquare & ♯burnhimatthestake ♯easy ♯peasy ♯violence ♯squeezy
o-)- HAHA its an EXTRA SPECIAL KIND OF BETRAYAL KIND OF DAY!!!! AWESOME!!! i fucking hate everyone.
he g1ves me the cursed f1sh and fuck1ng med1ates my ch1t about 1t. yk what, 1ll be cruel about 1t, 1 hope you DO see that fuck1ng th1ng fuck you
o-)- literallllyy what am i supposed to do this is not normal or fun OR ENJOYABLE!!!! I HATE THIS!!! QUADRANT STUFF IS SO STUPID!!!
o-)- no way no way are you serious oh my god this is probably the worst news i have EVERreceived IN MYLIFE
o-)- @gratuitousAnnuity count your fucking days you bitch
<action; statement input; statement: no it is the fact that one of my highest superiors finds it amusing to continue to a||ow me my persona|ity that prevents me from being hard reset input; statement: it is spite, a desire to |ive & enjoy the very |itt|e i can, & a |ack of choice that fue|s me />
o-)- you’re so weird. <3
xx_YIPPEE!!!_xx
₍^. .^₎⟆ Throw pebblesSSS !n peoples general d!rect!on and watch them look around confused꠹
ii'm the guy that told you to make that epiic fuckiing wiinged beast drawiing
#HiWolfie
yeah 1 walk away and 1ts l1ke the same d1stance away as before
#Oh #Yeah #Its #Idk #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #ItsAWeirdSituation #DefNotSureHowToFeel #ButUh #ThanksWolfie #IMeanIt
that 1s. 1n fact. the exact oppos1te of what 1 want. 1’ll just d1g 1t a grave for now unt1l 1 can f1nd a b1g enough safe