Profor Tempus
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You are Profor Tempus! The somehow heirness of Alterina who is haunted by whatever your thinkpan can think of for what could go wrong. You enjoy a lot of things while shakily trying to make any form of change while not being haunted by the task of having to fight the Condesce. One such thing that you like is to write and to study history. This has come in handy many times when understanding one of your friends. It makes your gaps in knoweldge to be rather laughable. Your main other interest is music despite your horrible noise sensitivity and managed to learn the flute as well as singing. You have used this to soothe your lusus, Gl'bgolyb. Best known for being unable to raise you much in your youth due to the concept of crushing you as a grub and being a ticking time-bomb according to your own words despite how she cares in her own way about you. You tend to dream a lot of many different and increasing horrible fates for you to see and experience. Your distaste in violence is known over than your extreme pleasure in that very same topic. You are known to be quiet and often fearful of those who you rule over. Likely also that you are rather duty-focus despite your intense paranoia to leave your castle hive. You blush rather easily when stressed which you fear gives the wrong impression as well as your odd habits such as refusing to wear shoes and instead bandaging them in gauze, your rather matted hair that you pray that no one knows that your hair was once curly and you never learned to care for it, and your habit of writing notes down everywhere. Your rather feminine appearance according to some of them who know your face to be misleading- According to a few of them. You aren't quite sure if it is. You have also been told that your eyes seem like that you wear eyeliner.. You do not. You laughably aren't able to do that or many things. You are well aware of your role as sacrificial fodder to the Empress known as the Condesce for short. You are also quite sure that you may have several more issues as others seen to be able to live much easier than you. This makes you often wish that someone else was the heirness instead of yourself. You are SIGN OF THE ADJUSTER and unknowingly a Seer of Doom. Your ancestor was considered to be tragically slained many sweeps ago and it is even a shock that you were born if you remembered right. You can't quite grasp what their title was, so you instead call them the Adjuster. You aren't sure if you are a good heirness or a fuschia for that matter... #intro
Spools of thread Ties all together Into little knots Connect away Pull the string up and down And around Repentance for your sins Every scar is a sign of regret Every thought brands your skin Within the many ties What even is there? Half a mind Half of a thought Act until stagecall Why are you still lying? Didn't they say that they would love you? Didn't they not want to know more? Repeating facts that are easy to swallow Again and again Until you drop Do you have any sense? Perhaps the worries of your insanity, Are true When the thread runs out Whose life will it be Yours? Another's? Another sacrifice To a divine punishment Your hands hardened by blood By all of the fates Ignore how pathetic you are You can barely stand how kind they are They tolerate a sinner One more day One more push One last tie On and on Rewrite the last words Dilute yourself Whining Whining Yet all of the pity Burns you What a stupid thing You'll cut the thread in the end You can see the end And yet you indulge #writing #horror #poetry #cw-religious-imagery
I should probably get off - before I worry people - .. - The dreams are worse somehow - The tolerance isn't the best anymore - ... - it'll be fine - .. as always > #dreams
oh bullying - the @empyreansApothehosis - somwtimes i write his name as - Aurrra? - ... > #silly
-- that's more reacts - than I normally get - why are - people noticing that >
I like this party - very nice >
do you ever - worry - that when - you understand someone's issues - very very - well that - it might be a sign - that both of you need help - and it's concerning - that you both are similar in - that way > #cw-mental-health #rambling
Let's get this. party. started https://msparp.chat/fingopbirthdaybonanza#
I - love missing.. - all events I like - because im dealing - with the horrors - - frustrating.. > #horror #vent (?)
Wondering.. pondering if I write more of that series of the nightmares of Profor ))
..i.. think - i need to know how to help - my matesprit better >
Memories bled. They bled. It hurt. Reminding of better times than this. Even when it was horrible. It was better than this, wasn't it? Everything is fine. You remembered something soft in your memory this time. You remember staring into light. It reminded you of a servant of the divine given form as you looked into their face. You couldn't make out their features quite right or how they sounded as they spoke. Their eyes were bright. Their eyes were so so bright. Bright like the moons Bright like a star Bright like a sun Bright as a bulb Bright Bright bright What was the point of Bright when it sparked into stars "Pay attention." Her voice broke through the memory. Your vision corrected. Your head limply against the wall as you sat next to her. "You have to know this, or what are you? More of a mistake than you already are?" Her breath hissed into your thinkpan. It hurts. Everything is fine. The people stared at you Everything is fine You felt it crawling into your flesh Everything was fine She corrected your posture as your skin burned She kept talking again about the next conquest You would think she owned enough Perhaps she was empty too Everyone was ignoring you again You were here and watched as those who blurred together You are supposed to know them You think You dont Everything is fine Eveeyone is in their spots Isn't it All fine All fine Youe thinkpan became fuzzy again, hut you listened the meeting like you were meant to. #writing #horror #abuse #psychological-horror
.. - i meant to stay up - um - this is a bit late >
i had a date with my matesprit.. it was very nice.. it was veyr nice
My eyes look less scary today! - small wins - yippee yippee - ... - now to remember - people's names - ... >
If i had to describe the grub who became someone like I; I think that she would be sorry for me. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth for how sorry she would be. Her eyes young and full of hope as she looked up at me. Ask if we had manage to do all of the things that we set out to do. Had we manage to become a famous writer and singer. When we turn heads in the streets and instead of what is she doing- We turn heads as we are someone not to be pitied or feared, but looked at with admiration towards us. The girl like her should have had many friends. She should have ran around without a care. She shouldn't look towards the stars and see them as a omen for all those she loved. She should have never even opened her heart so wide as she knew that it would hurt her but she did it anyway. The sweeps that followed only led to her closing off as things got worse and worse until it all snapped. I mourn the girl who wasn't like this. Her eyes clear and sharp to the world around her but stubbornly wished that if she was said to have all of this power that she could change it all and everyone had to listen to her. I mourn the girl whose hair curled loosely around her face as she grinned with all of her teeth. I wish that I could hold her as she denied truths to try to be as happy as she could be and tell her that it wasn't her fault. The girl would pity me for how scars left reminded of how I believed I needed to punish myself. She would pity how tired I look. She would pity the way that curls became with tangled. She would stare at every part and ask what happened. How did someone so pathetic become into existence. When did binds like this come to be about. I mourn the girl whose eyes will become dull and worn. How the light from her eyes will disappear. How she will become myself. What a poor fate for such a child... #writing #self-reflection #cw-self-harm
^^i think she Would still be happY^^ ^^because the time it took to go from bring her to being You Would seem like an eternitY to her^^ ^^and Yet You're still Young!^^ ^^she still has so manY eternities to achieVe Your dream^^ ^^i'm sure You'll get there one night!^^
.. maybe one night
Maybe.. - maybe this is a bit - too much - maybe I did too much - ... - haha.. - ... - I should write.. - something - easier - later - - again > [ There was a photo of a branching diagram composed of multiple papers hazardously put together. You couldn't write much of it. More of scribbling than actual words at this point. There also seemed to be trying to even chart the timeline. Small marks everywhere. Ink spills. Blackend fingertips and sleeves stained by something? Or some things ]
.ohh no..
Its- its just tracking >
Shoot.. - missed.. things - and no closer to a solution for something >
Okay - so - been - trykng tk adjust to not showing both eyes - this is harder than i rhougt it would be but! - its going okay - I think >
dammitdammitdammit- - im bleeding - looked too far - its ruinning tje page - ill just redo it >
Love tastes sour Sugar stars gathered in a jar They should be sweet The jar isn't full But nor is it empty Love is meant to be sweet Bitter at times Sharp and metallic Never as sweet as I thought But, It's better than sweet A jar of stars Sugar stars Sugar stars Eleven Twelve Understanding of this, may take later than I thought #writing #poetry