The Puritan.
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'I believe, gentlemen, that seafood is back on the menu . . . '
September 10, 2025 at 11:24 PM
'I believe, gentlemen, that seafood is back on the menu . . . '
Crows cackle and unfurl in the sky, forming words their audience cannot understand. Luckily, we are not the audience. It's code. They hark alarms. In Shady Sands, a bird dead on the ground being poked by a kid with a stick suddenly awakens to carry the swift and terrible hand of mercy back home.
September 10, 2025 at 11:19 PM
Crows cackle and unfurl in the sky, forming words their audience cannot understand. Luckily, we are not the audience. It's code. They hark alarms. In Shady Sands, a bird dead on the ground being poked by a kid with a stick suddenly awakens to carry the swift and terrible hand of mercy back home.
Reposted by The Puritan.
then suddenly, like a problem child with a very fragile snow globe, the whole world begins to shake.
September 10, 2025 at 11:08 PM
then suddenly, like a problem child with a very fragile snow globe, the whole world begins to shake.
And what is Woman, if not contained?
June 16, 2025 at 6:15 AM
And what is Woman, if not contained?
Come, girl. Walk in the field with me.
May 10, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Come, girl. Walk in the field with me.
We are no cult. You cannot join us.
The land has grown impure and wicked, with impossible ideas far above its station. It is the dirt to which we must return, and nothing else. The age of excess is choking all of us. Let us clear the air, in many ways.
The land has grown impure and wicked, with impossible ideas far above its station. It is the dirt to which we must return, and nothing else. The age of excess is choking all of us. Let us clear the air, in many ways.
you cult boys do make me laugh. go on, what's your message?
We look for everyone and leave no stone unturned, no path unwalked, so that all my know our name, our faces, and our message. All have their part to play in turning the wheel, Alice.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
April 30, 2025 at 1:25 AM
We are no cult. You cannot join us.
The land has grown impure and wicked, with impossible ideas far above its station. It is the dirt to which we must return, and nothing else. The age of excess is choking all of us. Let us clear the air, in many ways.
The land has grown impure and wicked, with impossible ideas far above its station. It is the dirt to which we must return, and nothing else. The age of excess is choking all of us. Let us clear the air, in many ways.
We look for everyone and leave no stone unturned, no path unwalked, so that all my know our name, our faces, and our message. All have their part to play in turning the wheel, Alice.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
'fraid i don't know anything about that.
you lookin' for someone? you boys are awful far from the road. people go missin' out here. all sorts...
you lookin' for someone? you boys are awful far from the road. people go missin' out here. all sorts...
I only smoke cigars myself. One of my fine gentlemen will help you, I'm sure.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
April 30, 2025 at 1:15 AM
We look for everyone and leave no stone unturned, no path unwalked, so that all my know our name, our faces, and our message. All have their part to play in turning the wheel, Alice.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
You are looking for something. You are lost. You know the solution, however.
I only smoke cigars myself. One of my fine gentlemen will help you, I'm sure.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
didn't have one.
you got a cigarette, mister?
you got a cigarette, mister?
What do you know of your mother?
April 30, 2025 at 1:02 AM
I only smoke cigars myself. One of my fine gentlemen will help you, I'm sure.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
You must forgive them. They get unseemly in the presence of beautiful women. All good men have a sinner inside them.
Too much showmanship. There must be no frills.
April 30, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Too much showmanship. There must be no frills.
What do you know of your mother?
i won't let nobody control me, man.
No, it is not. There are those who seek to control us in the name of progress. Will you let them?
April 30, 2025 at 12:56 AM
What do you know of your mother?
No, it is not. There are those who seek to control us in the name of progress. Will you let them?
this is fucked up, man. this shit ain't right.
Trouble, Alice?
April 30, 2025 at 12:41 AM
No, it is not. There are those who seek to control us in the name of progress. Will you let them?
Trouble, Alice?
i pick up the knife & i
April 30, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Trouble, Alice?
Look into my eyes.
that's my favorite color.
The wheel is red with you, my lady.
April 25, 2025 at 10:35 PM
Look into my eyes.
The wheel is red with you, my lady.
what else can you see?
The Duchess of Malfi.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
April 25, 2025 at 10:22 PM
The wheel is red with you, my lady.
The Duchess of Malfi.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
so did my mother.
Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle; she died young.
April 25, 2025 at 10:13 PM
The Duchess of Malfi.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
Yes, I see it in your eyes.
Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle; she died young.
that's gonna scar.
April 25, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle; she died young.
Well, gentlemen, I think it is time, don't you?
April 17, 2025 at 12:16 AM
Well, gentlemen, I think it is time, don't you?
Chin up, Miss MacLean. The battle is not finished yet.
April 11, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Chin up, Miss MacLean. The battle is not finished yet.
You have thoughts, @beyondminds.bsky.social. I see them on your face.
April 11, 2025 at 1:05 AM
You have thoughts, @beyondminds.bsky.social. I see them on your face.
Step aside. I don't mean you any harm.
April 8, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Step aside. I don't mean you any harm.
'The bats, I think, gentlemen; we wouldn't want to be hasty, would we?'
The Puritan enters the power station, somehow unnoticed, with two of his gang. He decides to show them some Wasteland hospitality.
April 3, 2025 at 10:36 PM
'The bats, I think, gentlemen; we wouldn't want to be hasty, would we?'
The Puritan enters the power station, somehow unnoticed, with two of his gang. He decides to show them some Wasteland hospitality.
April 3, 2025 at 10:35 PM
The Puritan enters the power station, somehow unnoticed, with two of his gang. He decides to show them some Wasteland hospitality.
The Puritan grabbed her crumpled form, an arm around her waist. He watched her breathing and whispered, 'Alive, my dear. Good. We are only just beginning.'
He kissed Kimira on the forehead, drawing hair from her face. 'All of this is for love. For *love*. You must understand that.'
He kissed Kimira on the forehead, drawing hair from her face. 'All of this is for love. For *love*. You must understand that.'
even kim's composure can only last so long. the pain takes her away, back home, but somewhere new. vivid orange hills, a distant crumbling city, a bridge torn in half. at the broken end was a woman, ancient, gnarled like a tree, withered, blind & sat patiently, waiting for her.
“your fingers...”
“your fingers...”
The Puritan seemed impressed. This demeanour softened, as though a student had raised the perfect question.
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more
April 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
The Puritan grabbed her crumpled form, an arm around her waist. He watched her breathing and whispered, 'Alive, my dear. Good. We are only just beginning.'
He kissed Kimira on the forehead, drawing hair from her face. 'All of this is for love. For *love*. You must understand that.'
He kissed Kimira on the forehead, drawing hair from her face. 'All of this is for love. For *love*. You must understand that.'
The Puritan seemed impressed. This demeanour softened, as though a student had raised the perfect question.
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more
no, more of a crunch than a snap, she thought. twigs snap.
kimira stared up at him. her body was slow to react, & her hands hurt so much already that the first hammer blow barely seemed to register. a dull thud.
no more talking, she had to concentrate. this was a game she'd played before...
kimira stared up at him. her body was slow to react, & her hands hurt so much already that the first hammer blow barely seemed to register. a dull thud.
no more talking, she had to concentrate. this was a game she'd played before...
'A kingdom without loyalty is a circus, my girl. Surely a Tarnished of all people understands this?' The Puritan looks at Orson's leg, his face contorted with disgust. He breathes heavily, as though a great force of rage had filled him. He halted, dabbing his glistening forehead with a handkerchief.
April 3, 2025 at 7:34 PM
The Puritan seemed impressed. This demeanour softened, as though a student had raised the perfect question.
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more
'Drop the man, boys. Come here.'
Orson felt to the dirt, his glasses pressing into his nose. He mostly mumbled, a small wail. One of the Puritan's gang kicked him in the ribs a few more