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โงthinking about a knife. put it together on my husk. thoughts? https://i.postimg.cc/3RSwW6HR/Screenshot-2026-07-13-213119.pngโง
((It totally makes sense! Iโll have to check out their other stuff.))
((Sadly none of my characters would comment on this but I wanted to say I really liked it!))
imperial ship on the radar you knoww wwhat means meat
Throwing myself into bodies of water purely to spite whoever wants me to get in their freshly cleaned car even though I don't like water and can't swim #doghour
O~ I... Shall not aSk further, but I am glad for you to be celebrating an anniverSary of any kind without that background information. ~O
A fine game tonight. Truly. Good hand$, โฑoor deยขi$ion$, exยขellent ยขomโฑany, and ju$t enough โฑaniยข near the river to make the โฉhole thing โฉorth ho$ting. I had the table โฉhere I โฉanted it for mo$t of the evening. ยขhiโฑ$ $taยขked, nerve$ $hoโฉing, every little ยขalยขulation beginning to lean in my direยขtion. There i$ a โฑartiยขular โฑlea$ure in โฉatยขhing a room realize the tide ha$ gone out around them. Then, at the end, I oโฑted to โฑut everything forโฉard. A gamble to ยขelebrate a night โฉell $โฑent. A reยขkle$$ thing. A beautiful thing. And, tonight, a luยขky thing. $o ยขongratulation$ are in order. I am not angry. Luยขk i$ a gue$t at any โฑroโฑer ยขard table, and it โฉould be very โฑoor manner$ to ยขomโฑlain โฉhen $he finally arrive$ drunk, late, and laughing. Enjoy the โฉin. โฑoli$h it. Tell the $tory generou$ly. Remember the feeling of holding one over old $eaยขra$h. Next time, I exโฑeยขt luยขk โฉill have other aโฑโฑointment$.
My prey awaits this night.
Thats..reassuring
Hm? I feel like, I might 6e in danger
True! And the gul~ls might come to peck at your globes. #gore?
โโโ [ Visual: A sea of static. T)(roug)( t)(e static: Feet. Small, dirty feet come into focus in front of a bonfire. ] โโโ โโโ [ T)(e static clears more. Audio is added. T)(e sound of c)(eers become prominent, trolls dressed in rags and fur dance around t)(e campfire in celebration. Crude weapons of sticks and bones still wet from t)(eir colorful kin are waved around as trop)(ies. ] โโโ #Gore #??? #Memory #BeforeBeforus
drink deep the waters are cool and plentiful drink deep there is time now to lay drink deep for now no one can see us drink deep like it is your final day
COMMANDING HIM TO POST ABOUT ME WHILE I PLAU
*เฉโฉโงโห๐คWhat is life without a good laugh or two? Absolutely dull, thatโs what.โญโโญแฏโ
images are plaguing my mind again . . . the feeling almost as true as the images i can't stop pondering . . . pardon my rant, chittr . . . suqeezing around my throat, ganders locked on mine . . . how i crave for it to be tighter, for a vingette to grow around the picture of you, the way you look as you pound, drill, violate me in the best of ways, threatening to crush my windpipe . . . i hope the wheezes encourage you, just as much as my hazy smile and heavy lids that drag me further down #nsfwe #violence #hornyposting #randomthoughts
โงi like looking into their eyes when im mounted and ready to slip the thresh betwixt their ribs. i like to see it in their expression whether they're asking for mercy, or asking for more. #CW #suggestive #nsfw #nsfwe #snuff #violenceโง
โงi wanna carry someone by the ribs. or collarbones. they're like built in handles.โง
โงi wax poetic about cannibalism and murder all the time. if you dont like that im also horny sometimes, i cant help you. #cannibalismmention #nsfw #nsfwe #murdermentionโง
โงfor knife-play people. get a knife thats not sharpened but IS pointed. allows you a bit more safety while also still having the threat attached. dont wanna go disemboweling your mate because you got the sharpest one from your cookingblock. #knife-play #nsfw #nsfwe #advice #goreโง
c< frOM tHe abyss' darKest cave cOMes tHe Master Of tHe wave cONsuMer Of tHe wOrld eNtire devil Of tHe sea MOst dire fear it as yOu fear tHe grave #apOeM >c
เผป๐ซฑเผบ Very nice๐ป A good usse for a purple๐ป เผป๐ซฑเผบ
c< i HOpe yOu eNjOyed yOur Meal! aNd, if yOu ever Need, i May be able 2 secure yOu sOMe siMilar! >c
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feeling particularly violent today.
0kay my earlier p0st but als0 teeth sunken int0 my thr0at #nsfw
๊งitsbeen fun doing bulge readings again -----ovo---- #nsfw๊ง
Another night passed. The moons hawve risen, and fallen beneath the surface of the wvast open sea. The sun has crested the horizon once more, and once again I can smell the remains of the unruly slawves and prisoners burning up in the morning sun. Another beast felled, I hawve lost count of howv many titans I havwe brought to their knees by my harpoon. The ocean is tainted wvith the blood of monsters, and the blood of traitors. Tonight I owvertook a rebel ship, an unruly lot that meant to topple the empire. It is almost enough to bring a smile to this old timers face. Almost. Truly pitiful howv these pests think themselwves capable to fighting back. Nowv their svwill paints my deck. These scumblooded maggots are too wveak, crushed under my thumb and trampled underfoot wvith such ease. Nowv the sun burns the remains into a crust of rust, shit, piss and bile. It vwill be a pleasant sight to see my crevw scrape their suncrusted remains off the pristine deck of my vwessel. I vwonder wvhat's for breakfast. #seadwvellersupremacy
#nsfw #bulgerating @terminallyCapricious#2753 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScbly6NLeS7p-MQb61x9AdAftQP_unmBPZ8Hg4R1AElPpz7Ew/viewform?usp=header While I'm at it, attaching my image of approval here. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c15a5232b436.png A bulge of concern. I feel strange reading it, given recent events. But the show must go on! Gamzee Makara is a subjuggulator who has earned a lot of respect from me across the various instances of myself gazing at his postings. Even if it's not necesssarily *THIS* Gamzee Makara. Hfff. Also. He is VAGUELY. Not too sure. But he is VAGUELY communing back with me as I try to read his bulge. It seems to be very angry mutterings. His chucklevoodoos must be particularly active! -------- ๏ผณ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผณ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ 8 I do not know if this is because of his recently increased state of rage, or if it is always this powerful. Gamzee Makara's bulge is quite capable of breaking some of my digits if I mishandle it. This thought both excited and frightens me. Moreso, it makes me worry for his various partners he has had. ๏ผฐ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ 6 I think this is a respectable statistic, and I am frankly glad it is somewhat inhibited here. ๏ผฌ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ 9 Hffff. Okayokay. Ihavehad. Thishighblood'sbulge onmypan for quite sometime. I can only imagine whatit would be like to be in a position in which he gets to loftily weigh it upon your face. ๏ผง๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ 7 Heh. Hhehheh. ๏ผธ๏ผ๏ผฆ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ 5 His X-Factor is interesting. It comes from the subtle features. I will explain in full after the stats and attributes section. -------- ๏ผก๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ ๏ผณ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ He sort of smells like cough drops? A stale, sweet, medicinal taste. Which, frankly, if this were the medicine I were perscribed, I would be happy... ๏ผด๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผ The taste is better than the smell. Like, the opposite of soap. There is a mustiness to it, that comes with the business, but still. The taste is much more lively than the smell. ๏ผด๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผ Rubbery, and, has a feature often seen in seadwellers. Microscales. The texture is smooth in one direction, but rough as he leaves. With his strength, I wouldn't be surprised if he could do some damage to a nook... Oh... That's what I saw... Weight: 2.4 Pounds. The X-Factor Score comes from the troll's texture, strength, and shape combination. His bulge has a weight distribution that leaves the base much denser than the tip. This means he is extra agile at the end, and his bulge likely curls in on itself in such a way when it's in you that it feels even bigger and better.
@cesarianAqueduct #nsfw #bulgerating Uhm. Okay. This is a lot. First of all, I can tell that there are multiple bulges! Five, I think. The taste is like seaweed. Almost like a roll of somekind. However there is an overpowering saltiness to it as well! It smells of wine, and is intoxicatingly so! Strength: 5! Low for a Violet, but when you combine that with the fact its five bulges, its basically a 12 on the Strength Scale! Pliability: 10! Each of these gnashing tendrils are quite capable. Length: Uhm. Okay so they aren't all the same length! 4-7 is the range! Girth: Each one clocks in around 3 on the Girth Scale! X-Factor: 8! Uhm LIke I said it's multiple bulges. They are all quite strange and uncanny. Its skin is soft and slick like a dense velvet soaked in seawater. There is a faint rubbery resistance to it. It flexes, constantly, with the muscle shifting underneath being in layered bands! It's kind of like a bunch of living ropes! The undersides alternate between smooth skin and rows of discs. Rigid and uneven. The upperside is smooth, if not a little pebbled. Overall. Mucusy Leather!
@resplendentCandour #nsfw #bulgerating Uhm. Technically, he did not request this and has been requested to have it made clear that it was not his idea and he is only engaging in his peers' requests because he is a generous CEO. I. don't know what that means. His bulge smells like fresh ink from a quill pot. Like, I'm about to sign a contract with him. It tastes of blue. Uhm. I think you get what I mean when I say that. But very blue. Overwhelmingly blue! I like it. Kind of makes my tongue tingle in numbness! There's a sort of aluminum undertaste as well. Like, I'm drinking blue from a can. Statswise... Strength is a modest 6! This is typical of his caste. Uhm. But not that it doesn't impress me... Pliability is also a 6! I can't really get a good sense of this stat as he is in a business suit! If I'm wrong, please don't sue me. Length is an 8! Like, two cans of a drink, stacked. Imagine the drink you want! I know what I'm imagining. Girth is is a 7. Similar girth to a can as well! At the base anyway. It has a strong immediate taper near the tip, but otherwise is generally a consistent length. X-Factor: 9!!! 9!!!!!!!!! HE HAS MY FAVORITE BULGE FEATURE. Specialized secretions that are slightly thicker than normal hemosplooge! Uhm. His genmat also secretes from the striations found across his upper flank in excess. This means that his genmat is uhm, stronger, than yours, generally, and would, uhm, push yours out of the way due to its density. This might be wrong. Uhm. That's my reading!
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Stares at you in a way most unsettling.
Starts moving toward you slowly, in a way that sets off your feelings for uncanny valley.
$till ยขirยขling in. I knoโฉ they feel it.
HEHEHE HOHOHO OH, TO BE CALLED LITTLE. YOU HUMOR AN OLD SCIENTIST. I LIKE THAT! IT IS TRUE WHAT YOU SAY, BUT WITH JUST A LITTLE PUSH, THAT BARRIER THAT REVERIE CAN SHIFT. I WISH YOU WELL, YOUNG ONE.
// Just updated my OOC post with art of him finally.. So I'm sharing it live so people can appreciate him https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/392f09e5d291.png #suggestive? //
// #oocpost This is my good old middle aged Fat Man mediculler who's had his license revoked! He's a little gruff around the edges, classic dead wife trope (he keeps her heart preserved in a jar so she's always nearby), and he's surprisingly romantic. He cleans up random corpses to use them for his research, and will accept being given them from any source, no questions asked. He follows the #gore tag, because it fascinates him, and will rechitt and like any post that speaks to him. He especially loves those with a good hunting prowess or a particular poetic feel to their gore. Warnings for #gore #substances #violence #nsfw #nsfwe #medicalviolence etc Art by Panphae - Discord https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/df0c8b1b1df6.png No Blood: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/392f09e5d291.png //
|| ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ซ..หแตห || Sโยฐme โยฐf the peโยฐple โยฐn the site are simply sโยฐ pโยฐetic.. it makes me tempted tโยฐ get back โยฐut intโยฐ the datin' scene~ What I wโยฐuldn't give tโยฐ have sโยฐme frโยฐnds wrapped arโยฐund my pusher while I caress their esโยฐphagus~ []=[""|""|""])>-- โนหโ.*
There is a sort of appeal to being face fucked until you cannot breathe, tears in your eyes as you simply take it. #nsfw
#gore #nsfwe #violence #imbackonmybullshit #hornyposting there is nothing more romantic, more loving than the feeling of someoneโs blood pooling over your hand as you press a finger into the wound the hiss and tensing, the squirm as you lock eyes with them a small smile as you play around in the wetness, and they drip for you even more
actually they have roughly neutral buoyancy until theyve started to bloat! for many trolls who wear clothes and like their horns this means they will naturally rest out of sight just under the surface :D
If you have Cronus under your posts casting judgment, you might need to reconsider some things.
โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ The lusus of the doctor I was raised by is a massive nomura's jellyfish tangled up in a fungal colony. โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ She is my best friend. โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ โ หโโง เฌณ โงโห โ
๊งHhxhfuck๊ง
feelin like rippin somethin in half.
Ye \/\/\/\/eren't s'p-o-o-sed t'ann-o-o-unce it t'th'\/\/\/\/h0le sea, card shark.
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Just curious why an Old One concerns himself with the little lives of the lowly mortals
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เซฎ( to be whispered to... to be yearned for... to be loved... )ใค โโ โพ โโบ
:ฮฃฮฃ Night has risen and wwe still havenโt found the artifacts for the empress.. WWhich is honestly disappointing. But after meeting the Orphanerโs for the first time.. It wwas rather eye opening howw fair they wwere.. Usually I expected them to be brutish or cruel, but somehoww they surprised meโฆ I also got to meet the head Orphaner, he wwas.. Scary And very handsome.. and tall and imposingly b..big. #suggestive #nsfww?
The word is my sword or whatever. You get it.
Evwerything is about sex. Except for sex. Sex is about povwer.
-t's so underrated -n my k-n. G-lls pump-ng fur-ously, gulp-ng down water l-ke -t could poss-bly save them. Trag-c. Beaut-ful.
- am also part-al to a good b-t of strangulat-on. But my favor-tes are qu-ck behead-ngs and cutt-ng r-ght to the pusher. The bloom of blood spread-ng -n water -s unparalleled.
Personally - desp-se breath-ng a-r. -t feels th-n all the t-me. But sk-n can handle touch-ng a-r, Plag-a. Get at least ten percent of a gr-p.
wWw there'zz a big difference between finding thingzz on the bottom of the ocean and getting them off fiercebook marketplace one izz reusing and helping the environment and the other includezz an outdated and ineffective system of financial relationzz wWw
Love watchin folks walk past, not knowing that any one of them could be my next meal. There's a thrill in just how oblivious trolls can be when there's danger breathin down their necks. #violence
if it's so loose that it comes free when poked, maybe it was meant to be pulled. don't lose your edge, cashmouth
5ome7ime5. Mo57ly however, 7heyโre annoying.
โ Eyes in the mourning like blades of wet grass, โ โ As sharp and reflective as harsh broken glass... โ โ Staring with daggers at those who aren't you, โ โ When yours land on me they're piercing right through... โ โ #poetry โ
Late lights spent alone... [[background by @handMaid art by @ratking-buffet on tumblr]]
Quite the sight to vwatch the moons crest the horizon on a wvarm evwening. I lovwe the smell of hardvworking men in the morning. [[Edit by @handMaid]]
3ยชting my fish #cยชnnibยชlism #sugg3stiv3
Like this chitt if y0u think @cesarianAqueduct sh0uld be put t0 death f0r t0e crimes Hate this chitt if y0u disagree #t0ep0sting #nsfw
#fightmefriday
โง I have decided to pick up an old interest of mine, or at least to try. It seems difficult to get a grasp on again for more reasons than I was expecting.
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I remember my earlie$t hunt$ along the $hore. Not for the meat. Not only. The landdโฉeller$ โฉould gather in their little market$ under ยขanva$ and $moke, all teeth and hand$ and bright fal$e laughter. Fi$h for grain. Grain for metal. Metal for favor$. Favor$ for $ilenยขe. None of them ยขalled it hunger. That โฉa$ โฉhat intere$ted me. A bea$t take$ beยขau$e it mu$t. A hunter take$ beยขau$e he ยขan. But the$e ยขreature$ had found a โฉay to make taking โฑolite. They $miled โฉhile โฉeighing one anotherโ$ throat$ on little bra$$ $ยขale$, then thanked the blade for it$ fairne$$. I โฉatยขhed from the $urf โฉith blood $till โฉarm beneath my ยขlaโฉ$ and thought, "There i$ art here." Not yet. Not for me. Not โฉhile the hunt โฉa$ $till young and $imโฑle. But later. Definitely later.
~ The 25th 8ilunar Perigee of the 3rd Dim Season's Equinox. ~ It has 8een nearly a perigee since I last granted these pages the privilege of my attention. I am certain this will distress wh8ver imagined audience has taken to pressing its little face against the glass of my affairs. Let it. A depriv8tion may 8e instructive, and silence, when set loose among the needy, fattens wonderfully. My a8sence was not idleness. I have 8een called to meetings, feasts, negoti8tions, disciplinary amusements, and one argument with the Orphaner that 8egan as a dispute over cargo and ended, as many of our 8etter quarrels do, with neither of us admitting what was truly 8eing contested. He claimed certain captives taken near the eastern shoals were naval property 8y imperial right. I reminded him that imperial right is a charming phrase often used 8y trolls who arrived too l8. They were on my deck. They trem8led when I looked at them. The matter was therefore settled with all the ceremony it deserved. He did not agree. This would have trou8led me if his disagreement had 8een less 8eautiful. The Orphaner wears displeasure like armor left too long in salt w8r, stiff, 8right in places, and always thre8ning to cut the one trying to 8ear it. He spoke of discipline, seizure, chain of command, and all the little phrases men gather around themselves when they fear saying want. I watched his jaw work. I watched his eyes give him away. He is never more royal than when he is trying not to 8e common. I asked whether he resented the loss of imperial property, or whether he resented that I had taken something from under his nose and left him unsure whether to challenge me, claim me, or drag me 8y the throat into some darker privacy where his politics could at last stop em8arrassing us 8oth. He left 8efore striking me. A waste. I had selected earrings with 8loodshed in mind. The next several evenings were spent among the high8looded, which is to say among those grand, lacquered creatures who mistake a long pedigree for a thought. The halls were dressed in the usual vulgar excellence. 8lack ta8les polished to a wet shine. Curtains dyed in colors that required several ruined villages to achieve. Servants arranged a8out the cham8er with the anxious grace of o8jects that know they may still 8e punished for falling. There were de88s over port tariffs, tri8ute 8oundaries, inheritance claims, and other polite methods of theft. A violet dowager proposed a levy against independent raiders, and I congratul8d her on inventing piracy for those too arthritic to 8oard a vessel. A cerulean magistr8 laughed. Poorly. 8riefly. Then spent the rest of the evening pretending his throat had made the sound without consulting him. Moneymaw was there as well, or near enough to count. One could smell him 8efore the doors admitted him: 8rine, old coin, lacquered de8t, and the sort of expensive to8acco smoked 8y men who prefer their threats to mature in the mouth 8efore release. He did not domin8 the room. He did something more irritating. He let the room discover it had already arranged itself around him. A lesser pir8 would have taken this for respect. I took it for accounting. We exchanged no greeting worth preserving. Only a look. His said he had noticed the Orphanerโs temper. Mine said I had noticed him noticing, and would charge interest if he intended to make use of it. The feast that followed was nearly good enough to redeem the company. First came pearl8lind eel, served alive 8eneath a veil of fermented 8rineglass. Its skin shimmered after the spine was opened, and custom demanded we wait until the eyes clouded 8efore drawing the first strip through 8lack salt. The creature shuddered against the pl8 as though still negotiating. Delightful manners, for meat. After that came marrowfruit swollen around cave-gru8 8ones, aged until the rind softened and 8reathed. When pierced, it sighed. A young heir across the ta8le flinched, then tried to disguise the failure 8y praising the aroma. It was, admittedly, magnificent. Sweet rot, mineral damp, venom, and that warm little note particular to things which died in hiding. Spread over charred shell8read, it made the dowager close her eyes in a way I 8elieve she imagined was discreet. There was needle8eetle roe suspended in chilled hemolymph custard, each 8ead 8ursting sharp enough to sting the gums. Vulgar to smile at the first 8ite, naturally, as it shows whether the roe has taken hold properly. I smiled. Several others waited to see if they were permitted to do the same. This is how fashion is 8orn: cowardice looking for permission from the correct mouth. The final dish was flashpickled thinkpan frond from some reef-8red stupidity the cooks insisted on calling semi-sentient, as if pity has ever 8een improved 8y classific8tion. The fronds curled when 8reathed upon. One must eat them 8efore they finish spelling the last sens8tion of the creature they were cut from. Mine tasted of salt, panic, and a white flash 8eneath deep w8r. I requested another. This is what the low and sentimental will never understand a8out appetite. They think revulsion is an argument. They 8elieve the 8odyโs little hesit8tions are moral insight. A mouth recoils, and suddenly they have discovered a principle. How quaint. How provincial. The strange thing, the soft thing, the writhing thing, the thing that remem8ers 8eing alive, all of it asks the only question worth honoring at ta8le. Has it 8een prepared well? Still, my pan has not 8een entirely steady. The pain 8ehind my eyes has thinned since the last entry, 8ut not vanished. It has changed character. Less 8lade now, more tide. A pressure arriving and withdrawing in a rhythm I do not enjoy, chiefly 8ecause I did not command it. Twice during the meetings I lost the thread of convers8tion 8ecause another seemed to pass 8eneath it, faint as a voice heard through wet wood. No one in the room spoke. No one in the room had the courage to think so loudly. At dinner, while a gold8looded advoc8 explained tariff law with all the seduction of damp parchment, I felt the page 8efore me grow crowded. Not physically. I am not so addled as that. 8ut there was a nearness. A gathering of attention. As if unseen readers had leaned too close and fogged the margin with their awe. I attri8uted this to the custard. I continue to attri8ute it to the custard. One must not crown every inconvenience with prophecy merely 8ecause it arrives wearing a veil. If some aperture has opened, it will show its hinge eventually. If some distant little voyeur has found a way to 8reathe through my paper, it will learn quickly that access is not ownership. If it is illness, it will pass. If it is not illness, it will 8ehave. Until then, sweet readers, should you exist in any meaningful sense, do mind your mouths near the page. Awe stains almost as 8adly as 8lood. #mindfangJournal #ancestorposting #alternianHistory #high8loodPolitics #gorefood #gore #8odyhorror
good morning and evensong by the way! i hope you are all well and happy!
We Must Also Remember That " Brat " Is A Submissive Role, It's A Faux Dominance That Is Designed To Be Taken Away By The Agreeing Dominant In A Dynamic. Emphasis On Agreeing. You Do Not Act Like A " Brat " Out Of Nowhere And Expect The Dynamic To Form, Not Many Can Handle That Sort Of Play. #nsfw #nsfc
There was a whisper Once there were heralds and parades You sang your secrets Through the tolling of the tide The fugitive rooms, the amateur tombs The silence and the cries The quickening beat, your march to the sea Never to return #Lyricsposting
Enamel, cartilage, bone, marrow, skin, muscle, fat, keratin. All so valuable, all so precious, all equally as edible. :) #gore
People are very capable of change. For better and for worse. Keep an eye on yourself, push towards a direction in which you can see happiness on the trail, even if you may need to walk through thorns on the way there.
((Such a good song
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I see it is Fishing Friday, again. Remember what I say then, as you all gather around the tides. The sea is not a place one goes to fish. The sea is a mouth that knows what it will swallow and when. The line you cast is hardly enough tribute for the tides. Had I been the sea, I would see it as a grave insult. You take without providing, don't you? Though, the hook was set long before your hand touched the reel. You mistake the tug for a struggle. You call it a sport that tests patience, and even luck. But the water knows the shape of each creature that lies beneath its calm surface. It knows which hands will return empty, and which boats will not. Destiny is not a net. Destiny is the tide. And you, of course, are already in it. Happy fishing. I hope you find what you're looking for.
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i think healing iss ssuppossed to feel cleaner than thiss. ssome dayss i sstill wake up with old namess caught between my teeth. ssome dayss i sstill reach for ghosstss. the woundss are clossed, but they ache whenever it rainss. he never asskss me to be ssomeone elsse. that iss the part i do not undersstand. he laughss too loudly. he talkss too much. he fillss every ssilence i ussed to drown in. ssometimess i think he can hear the ocean insside me. ssometimess i think he hearss it and sstayss anyway. i keep waiting for him to realize how much work i am. how much damage. how many ssharp thingss live beneath the ssurface. but every morning he returnss like it iss the eassiesst thing in the world. and little by little, the ssea growss quieter. not becausse it hass dissappeared. not becausse i am fixed. but becausse for the firsst time, i am not floating through it alone. <3 #poetry