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@hullabalooo.bsky.social
───── ❝ WELCOME TO HULLABALOO ❞
🎠﹐ıllı acrobat﹒ ♡ ʬ﹐performer # ᶻz﹕＞＜﹐🎪 do stars still burn even when broken?┆﹒♡ ✦. ⊹ ˚ . : 💫
🎠﹐ıllı acrobat﹒ ♡ ʬ﹐performer # ᶻz﹕＞＜﹐🎪 do stars still burn even when broken?┆﹒♡ ✦. ⊹ ˚ . : 💫
☾⠀ ⠀ׁ ⠀ 🎪 ⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀ ꪆ◌
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝
his tears dried up, replaced with cinder smudges under his eyes, he floated past the remains of the circus.
was life after death real? he felt so restless the thought didn’t last long while exploring more of the areas remains.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝
his tears dried up, replaced with cinder smudges under his eyes, he floated past the remains of the circus.
was life after death real? he felt so restless the thought didn’t last long while exploring more of the areas remains.
November 26, 2024 at 3:35 PM
☾⠀ ⠀ׁ ⠀ 🎪 ⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀ ꪆ◌
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝
his tears dried up, replaced with cinder smudges under his eyes, he floated past the remains of the circus.
was life after death real? he felt so restless the thought didn’t last long while exploring more of the areas remains.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝
his tears dried up, replaced with cinder smudges under his eyes, he floated past the remains of the circus.
was life after death real? he felt so restless the thought didn’t last long while exploring more of the areas remains.
if only she had gotten out. when they entered the map and the puzzles came together, jokers true nature surfaced.
another person who was victimized feeling like he was nothing.
another weight he carried on his shoulders. only for it to escalate into a fight then the worst feeling in the world
November 24, 2024 at 11:34 PM
if only she had gotten out. when they entered the map and the puzzles came together, jokers true nature surfaced.
another person who was victimized feeling like he was nothing.
another weight he carried on his shoulders. only for it to escalate into a fight then the worst feeling in the world
𓈒 💣 ۪ ݁ 𓈒
Mike had felt what’s between them, has been clear. with that came the harshest reality, that it’s not gonna last forever or well.. not in this place anyways. he’s seen so many people, leave his life but closure was near.
“Margaretha—“
@muslcbox.bsky.social
November 24, 2024 at 11:34 PM
𓈒 💣 ۪ ݁ 𓈒
Mike had felt what’s between them, has been clear. with that came the harshest reality, that it’s not gonna last forever or well.. not in this place anyways. he’s seen so many people, leave his life but closure was near.
“Margaretha—“
@muslcbox.bsky.social
: •̩̩͙
I will not recover from this event ever.
November 24, 2024 at 6:31 PM
: •̩̩͙
I will not recover from this event ever.
☾⠀ ⠀ׁ ⠀ 🎪 ⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀ ꪆ◌
𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Death comes in many ways, shapes and forms. Some in a fiery inferno that burns worse than any heartache know to man. Mike felt his skin boil with blisters, cries of agony, as the flames spread across all over his flesh.
𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Death comes in many ways, shapes and forms. Some in a fiery inferno that burns worse than any heartache know to man. Mike felt his skin boil with blisters, cries of agony, as the flames spread across all over his flesh.
November 23, 2024 at 3:16 AM
☾⠀ ⠀ׁ ⠀ 🎪 ⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀ ꪆ◌
𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Death comes in many ways, shapes and forms. Some in a fiery inferno that burns worse than any heartache know to man. Mike felt his skin boil with blisters, cries of agony, as the flames spread across all over his flesh.
𝐇𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Death comes in many ways, shapes and forms. Some in a fiery inferno that burns worse than any heartache know to man. Mike felt his skin boil with blisters, cries of agony, as the flames spread across all over his flesh.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
His bombs placed in his room as a reminder he is no more. The blonde was far from perfect in life he had harbored regrets, even guilt of his blindness. It was too late when he knew that behind the sparkling stage lights was pain.
His bombs placed in his room as a reminder he is no more. The blonde was far from perfect in life he had harbored regrets, even guilt of his blindness. It was too late when he knew that behind the sparkling stage lights was pain.
November 22, 2024 at 5:43 AM
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
His bombs placed in his room as a reminder he is no more. The blonde was far from perfect in life he had harbored regrets, even guilt of his blindness. It was too late when he knew that behind the sparkling stage lights was pain.
His bombs placed in his room as a reminder he is no more. The blonde was far from perfect in life he had harbored regrets, even guilt of his blindness. It was too late when he knew that behind the sparkling stage lights was pain.
Processing the grief, his home wasn’t as beautiful as he imagined. Being the sole person to hold in the passing of his loved ones, so dear to his heart.
He remained trapped in the past while tears stained his face.
“My brother hated our home. The others did and I was too blind to see it.”
November 22, 2024 at 1:12 AM
Processing the grief, his home wasn’t as beautiful as he imagined. Being the sole person to hold in the passing of his loved ones, so dear to his heart.
He remained trapped in the past while tears stained his face.
“My brother hated our home. The others did and I was too blind to see it.”
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐇𝐂
Bernard has taught Mike, compassion and care but since his homes been gone. He snaps and is quick to assume, with all his bottled up emotions effecting his way of thinking. Pointing fingers easily, snapping at his companions.
.
.
.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐇𝐂
Bernard has taught Mike, compassion and care but since his homes been gone. He snaps and is quick to assume, with all his bottled up emotions effecting his way of thinking. Pointing fingers easily, snapping at his companions.
.
.
.
November 19, 2024 at 12:08 AM
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐇𝐂
Bernard has taught Mike, compassion and care but since his homes been gone. He snaps and is quick to assume, with all his bottled up emotions effecting his way of thinking. Pointing fingers easily, snapping at his companions.
.
.
.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐇𝐂
Bernard has taught Mike, compassion and care but since his homes been gone. He snaps and is quick to assume, with all his bottled up emotions effecting his way of thinking. Pointing fingers easily, snapping at his companions.
.
.
.
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐂
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐂
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
November 12, 2024 at 11:55 PM
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐂
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐂
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
November 7, 2024 at 5:55 AM
‧ ִ ۫✭ 🎪 . ° ࣪.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
[Thread below]
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
“When I was little I always found my home to be beautiful. It had a kind of magic to bring others close.”
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
November 2, 2024 at 8:47 AM
“When I was little I always found my home to be beautiful. It had a kind of magic to bring others close.”
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
November 2, 2024 at 8:09 AM
November 1, 2024 at 11:58 AM
“My fondest memory? I believe it was a song Bernard would sing to me when I was little. I remember it even now. Small memories bring me back to the shimmering stage lights. Laughter of those smiling faces.”
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
October 29, 2024 at 10:06 PM
“My fondest memory? I believe it was a song Bernard would sing to me when I was little. I remember it even now. Small memories bring me back to the shimmering stage lights. Laughter of those smiling faces.”
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
“Welcome one and all to the circus hullabaloo. Now coming up next is the one and only Sergie”
These are the words that filled the void of the helplessness in his heart. Rehearsing lines from the past. Bathing in old memories that have long turned to ash.
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
These are the words that filled the void of the helplessness in his heart. Rehearsing lines from the past. Bathing in old memories that have long turned to ash.
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
October 29, 2024 at 5:10 PM
“Welcome one and all to the circus hullabaloo. Now coming up next is the one and only Sergie”
These are the words that filled the void of the helplessness in his heart. Rehearsing lines from the past. Bathing in old memories that have long turned to ash.
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡
These are the words that filled the void of the helplessness in his heart. Rehearsing lines from the past. Bathing in old memories that have long turned to ash.
━╋˖̑͡. 🎡