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@sxinnerx.bsky.social
𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳
21+ MDNI
ᴾᵃʳᵒᵈʸ.ᐟ #вαвz
sxinner.carrd.co
BadBlud: on.soundcloud.com/jLChgQeK84UhGCsloM
21+ MDNI
ᴾᵃʳᵒᵈʸ.ᐟ #вαвz
sxinner.carrd.co
BadBlud: on.soundcloud.com/jLChgQeK84UhGCsloM
“I don’t like you, but I love you…” His voice tore through the silence of his Onyx office, raw and unpolished. “You really got a hold on me!” he belted, his eyes snapped shut. “You really got a hold on me!” In his mind’s eye, he wasn't looking at gold records. He was looking at a sharp -
February 2, 2026 at 3:13 PM
“I don’t like you, but I love you…” His voice tore through the silence of his Onyx office, raw and unpolished. “You really got a hold on me!” he belted, his eyes snapped shut. “You really got a hold on me!” In his mind’s eye, he wasn't looking at gold records. He was looking at a sharp -
January 27, 2026 at 10:30 PM
Azariah wiped his face sheepishly but didn't budge. "Is that a yes?"
Jude stared at him for a long beat, then let out a sharp, involuntary snort that echoed in the quiet office. "Professional? You’re wearing a bathrobe with 'World’s Best Bassist' on the back, and you have oatmeal on your chin."
Azariah scoffed, stepping closer. "Nonsense. It’s called cross generational appeal. Just ask him. Face to face. Professional to professional."
January 26, 2026 at 8:14 PM
Azariah wiped his face sheepishly but didn't budge. "Is that a yes?"
Azariah scoffed, stepping closer. "Nonsense. It’s called cross generational appeal. Just ask him. Face to face. Professional to professional."
Jude finally looked up, a flat, deadpan expression on his face. "He’s twenty two, Mama. He thinks the 1990s are 'ancient history.' If I tell him my parent wants to cover his lead single, he’s going to think I’m putting him out to pasture."
"It’s a masterpiece! It’s soulful, it’s gritty...it’s basically written for a man of my, shall we say, vintage." Azariah stepped into the room, eyes bright. "I want to cover it. For the new EP. I just need you to put in a good word. You’re his guy! You have his ear!"
January 26, 2026 at 8:06 PM
Azariah scoffed, stepping closer. "Nonsense. It’s called cross generational appeal. Just ask him. Face to face. Professional to professional."
"It’s a masterpiece! It’s soulful, it’s gritty...it’s basically written for a man of my, shall we say, vintage." Azariah stepped into the room, eyes bright. "I want to cover it. For the new EP. I just need you to put in a good word. You’re his guy! You have his ear!"
Jude didn’t even look up from his laptop; he could smell the desperation over the scent of the dark roast. "Oh, no. Mama. Please tell me you aren't about to do what I think you're about to do."
Azariah leaned against the doorframe of Jude’s home office, clutching a lukewarm mug of coffee and wearing his 'I’m about to ask for a favor' face. "Jude," Azariah started. "I was listening to Macky’s new demo. Midnight Map?"
January 26, 2026 at 7:50 PM
"It’s a masterpiece! It’s soulful, it’s gritty...it’s basically written for a man of my, shall we say, vintage." Azariah stepped into the room, eyes bright. "I want to cover it. For the new EP. I just need you to put in a good word. You’re his guy! You have his ear!"
Azariah leaned against the doorframe of Jude’s home office, clutching a lukewarm mug of coffee and wearing his 'I’m about to ask for a favor' face. "Jude," Azariah started. "I was listening to Macky’s new demo. Midnight Map?"
Blinks. "Dafuq you want?"
"Jude, my darling, my star..."
January 26, 2026 at 7:42 PM
Azariah leaned against the doorframe of Jude’s home office, clutching a lukewarm mug of coffee and wearing his 'I’m about to ask for a favor' face. "Jude," Azariah started. "I was listening to Macky’s new demo. Midnight Map?"
"Jude, my darling, my star..."
January 26, 2026 at 7:30 PM
"Jude, my darling, my star..."
Azariah turned to pace, but his silk robe caught on the corner of his desk, just a tiny snagging tug. He yanked the fabric free with a snarl that would have terrified a legion of soldiers. "I am a creature of the Pit!" He shouted at a bookshelf. "Why am I trapped in a body that requires constant -
January 22, 2026 at 8:07 PM
Azariah turned to pace, but his silk robe caught on the corner of his desk, just a tiny snagging tug. He yanked the fabric free with a snarl that would have terrified a legion of soldiers. "I am a creature of the Pit!" He shouted at a bookshelf. "Why am I trapped in a body that requires constant -
With a sharp, crisp snap of his fingers, the air in the room hummed with a brief surge of ancient power. The fabric whipped back across the floor, leaving Jude sprawling on the floor, hair messy, face flushed, and looking entirely too much like a startled bird. -
January 22, 2026 at 3:59 AM
With a sharp, crisp snap of his fingers, the air in the room hummed with a brief surge of ancient power. The fabric whipped back across the floor, leaving Jude sprawling on the floor, hair messy, face flushed, and looking entirely too much like a startled bird. -
Azariah looked at Wes and gave a small, weary nod of approval.
Inside the rug, Jude’s eyes rolled so hard he nearly saw the back of his own skull. He let out a massive, muffled snuff of pure derision. He highly doubt that.
Inside the rug, Jude’s eyes rolled so hard he nearly saw the back of his own skull. He let out a massive, muffled snuff of pure derision. He highly doubt that.
“Of course, you’re always welcomed, mama. And don’t worry, bro, your husbands will find you soon and get you out of there, meanwhile, relax and rest.” He teased his brother knowing there wasn’t anything else he could do.
He walked a slow circle around the wiggling carpet, nudging the end of it with the toe of his boot just to hear the indignant muffled squawk from within.
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
January 22, 2026 at 3:46 AM
Azariah looked at Wes and gave a small, weary nod of approval.
Inside the rug, Jude’s eyes rolled so hard he nearly saw the back of his own skull. He let out a massive, muffled snuff of pure derision. He highly doubt that.
Inside the rug, Jude’s eyes rolled so hard he nearly saw the back of his own skull. He let out a massive, muffled snuff of pure derision. He highly doubt that.
He walked a slow circle around the wiggling carpet, nudging the end of it with the toe of his boot just to hear the indignant muffled squawk from within.
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
He snickered and shook his head. “Las time he was home he basically ran away because he couldn’t stand the smell. And it’s not like he’s going anywhere like that.” He pointed at his brother rolled up in a rug.
"How? Because your brother possesses the persistence of a desert parasite and the tactical timing of a siege engine, Wesley. He doesn’t merely speak, he erodes." He ignores the muffled 'Hey!' that echoed from the floor.
January 22, 2026 at 3:31 AM
He walked a slow circle around the wiggling carpet, nudging the end of it with the toe of his boot just to hear the indignant muffled squawk from within.
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
"I shall take you up on that sanctuary."
"How? Because your brother possesses the persistence of a desert parasite and the tactical timing of a siege engine, Wesley. He doesn’t merely speak, he erodes." He ignores the muffled 'Hey!' that echoed from the floor.
“But… how? You should come rest to my house, Jude won’t come because he smells death.”
"I have spent the last forty minutes being psychologically dismantled by your brother. I have reached the absolute shoreline of my sanity."
January 22, 2026 at 3:09 AM
"How? Because your brother possesses the persistence of a desert parasite and the tactical timing of a siege engine, Wesley. He doesn’t merely speak, he erodes." He ignores the muffled 'Hey!' that echoed from the floor.
"I have spent the last forty minutes being psychologically dismantled by your brother. I have reached the absolute shoreline of my sanity."
"What's wrong, mama? Is something bothering you?"
"Wesley. I am currently using your brother as furniture. Do not...for the sake of your own physical autonomy...test the structural integrity of my remaining sanity."
January 22, 2026 at 2:56 AM
"I have spent the last forty minutes being psychologically dismantled by your brother. I have reached the absolute shoreline of my sanity."
"Wesley. I am currently using your brother as furniture. Do not...for the sake of your own physical autonomy...test the structural integrity of my remaining sanity."
Mamaaaa! 🎶
"If I hear mama one more time, I’m going to ascend to the highest peak of the silent mountains and declare a decade of silence. My spirit is willing, but my eardrums are strictly mortal today."
January 22, 2026 at 2:50 AM
"Wesley. I am currently using your brother as furniture. Do not...for the sake of your own physical autonomy...test the structural integrity of my remaining sanity."
"If I hear mama one more time, I’m going to ascend to the highest peak of the silent mountains and declare a decade of silence. My spirit is willing, but my eardrums are strictly mortal today."
January 22, 2026 at 1:01 AM
"If I hear mama one more time, I’m going to ascend to the highest peak of the silent mountains and declare a decade of silence. My spirit is willing, but my eardrums are strictly mortal today."
Have I really been engaged in a game of 'who is the bigger dinosaur and who can roar louder' with my granddaughters for the past three hours? It's quite possible.
January 20, 2026 at 2:31 AM
Have I really been engaged in a game of 'who is the bigger dinosaur and who can roar louder' with my granddaughters for the past three hours? It's quite possible.
You can thank your father in law. Tell him that if he continues to text while operating a motorized vehicle, I will personally ensure his next reincarnation is as a particularly dim witted garden slug with a speech impediment.
January 19, 2026 at 7:35 PM
You can thank your father in law. Tell him that if he continues to text while operating a motorized vehicle, I will personally ensure his next reincarnation is as a particularly dim witted garden slug with a speech impediment.
Listen to FALLING by Riah on #SoundCloud
on.soundcloud.com/4HRmPwApCFjn...
- B - ties into a fic I'm writing.
on.soundcloud.com/4HRmPwApCFjn...
- B - ties into a fic I'm writing.
FALLING
Broken bottles on the kitchen floor
Scattered pieces
Nothing more
Can't clean up
What's already torn
Blame builds up
Blame breaks down
Been carrying this weight around
I'm falling, falling, falling
soundcloud.com
January 19, 2026 at 3:04 PM
Listen to FALLING by Riah on #SoundCloud
on.soundcloud.com/4HRmPwApCFjn...
- B - ties into a fic I'm writing.
on.soundcloud.com/4HRmPwApCFjn...
- B - ties into a fic I'm writing.
I can't help but wonder how much time will pass before a particular serpent comes to the realization that he...'misplaced' his sunglasses?
January 16, 2026 at 10:48 PM
I can't help but wonder how much time will pass before a particular serpent comes to the realization that he...'misplaced' his sunglasses?
#OPEN
Azariah sat behind his desk, which was carved from a single block of dark quartz. He looked impeccably human in a tailored charcoal suit, his violet eyes shielded by a pair of blue-light glasses. His first task was the most grueling ritual of the modern world: Email. -
Azariah sat behind his desk, which was carved from a single block of dark quartz. He looked impeccably human in a tailored charcoal suit, his violet eyes shielded by a pair of blue-light glasses. His first task was the most grueling ritual of the modern world: Email. -
January 13, 2026 at 3:54 PM
#OPEN
Azariah sat behind his desk, which was carved from a single block of dark quartz. He looked impeccably human in a tailored charcoal suit, his violet eyes shielded by a pair of blue-light glasses. His first task was the most grueling ritual of the modern world: Email. -
Azariah sat behind his desk, which was carved from a single block of dark quartz. He looked impeccably human in a tailored charcoal suit, his violet eyes shielded by a pair of blue-light glasses. His first task was the most grueling ritual of the modern world: Email. -
💬 Wut? Gross, Mercer.
💬 I’m coming in.
💬 Yoooou're unconvincing. 🥴
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
January 12, 2026 at 1:03 AM
💬 Wut? Gross, Mercer.
💬 Yoooou're unconvincing. 🥴
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
💬 That doesn’t sound convincing.
💬 Mm? Fine.
January 12, 2026 at 12:12 AM
💬 Yoooou're unconvincing. 🥴
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
💬 Damnit. I have the hiccups.
💬 Mm? Fine.
💬 You don't have to tell me that.
💬Are you alright, Riah?
💬Are you alright, Riah?
💬 Nothing lasts forever.
January 11, 2026 at 4:17 PM
💬 Mm? Fine.