𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
@primordinations.bsky.social
https://primordinations.carrd.co/
∘₊✧ ＨＥＡＲＴ ， ＳＯＵＬ ， 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬
ㅤㅤ𝐎𝐅 ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧˖*°࿐
ㅤㅤㅤ▽ #HorrorRP #OCRP #MVRP
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚, @lady-of-evil ᥫ᭡
∘₊✧ ＨＥＡＲＴ ， ＳＯＵＬ ， 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬
ㅤㅤ𝐎𝐅 ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧˖*°࿐
ㅤㅤㅤ▽ #HorrorRP #OCRP #MVRP
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚, @lady-of-evil ᥫ᭡
Pinned
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" 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡! 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ɪɴꜰᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ.
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" 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡! 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ɪɴꜰᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ.
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
immortality isn't living forever
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
November 18, 2025 at 4:48 PM
immortality isn't living forever
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'cause i'm no 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑻
ㅤor 𝙼 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙸 𝙰 𝙷 . . .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyou should go lookin'
ㅤㅤsomewhere ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'cause i'm no 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑻
ㅤor 𝙼 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙸 𝙰 𝙷 . . .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyou should go lookin'
ㅤㅤsomewhere ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.
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November 19, 2025 at 1:39 AM
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'cause i'm no 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑻
ㅤor 𝙼 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙸 𝙰 𝙷 . . .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyou should go lookin'
ㅤㅤsomewhere ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'cause i'm no 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑻
ㅤor 𝙼 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙸 𝙰 𝙷 . . .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyou should go lookin'
ㅤㅤsomewhere ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.
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// trying to find funny pics of assad but his face card never declines 😔
November 19, 2025 at 12:06 AM
// trying to find funny pics of assad but his face card never declines 😔
// a crumb of natty backstory i wrote a while ago, as promised–
November 18, 2025 at 3:24 AM
// a crumb of natty backstory i wrote a while ago, as promised–
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He's jogging over from the teen's periphery, having caught wind of something gone awry.
"Hey, Rich! You alright?"
He stops a few feet away, panting, hands on his knees, hair falling in his face. He flips it back, stares for a moment, then frowns.
"You, euh– got a little something, there–"
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He's jogging over from the teen's periphery, having caught wind of something gone awry.
"Hey, Rich! You alright?"
He stops a few feet away, panting, hands on his knees, hair falling in his face. He flips it back, stares for a moment, then frowns.
"You, euh– got a little something, there–"
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November 18, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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He's jogging over from the teen's periphery, having caught wind of something gone awry.
"Hey, Rich! You alright?"
He stops a few feet away, panting, hands on his knees, hair falling in his face. He flips it back, stares for a moment, then frowns.
"You, euh– got a little something, there–"
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He's jogging over from the teen's periphery, having caught wind of something gone awry.
"Hey, Rich! You alright?"
He stops a few feet away, panting, hands on his knees, hair falling in his face. He flips it back, stares for a moment, then frowns.
"You, euh– got a little something, there–"
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Dad child proofs most dangerous door? 😲
YouTube video by Justin Flom
youtube.com
November 18, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Reposted by 𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
// these will be for the event! may repost later for regular natty.
November 16, 2025 at 3:15 PM
// these will be for the event! may repost later for regular natty.
// these will be for the event! may repost later for regular natty.
November 16, 2025 at 3:15 PM
// these will be for the event! may repost later for regular natty.
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The way Rema described it, he is essentially 'operating on two brain cells' of his whole self, which apparently isn't enough to process and regulate what he ought to be in this plane. Thus, his confused biology is slowly but surely turning itself inside out.
Reassimilation is his only hope.
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The way Rema described it, he is essentially 'operating on two brain cells' of his whole self, which apparently isn't enough to process and regulate what he ought to be in this plane. Thus, his confused biology is slowly but surely turning itself inside out.
Reassimilation is his only hope.
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November 15, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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The way Rema described it, he is essentially 'operating on two brain cells' of his whole self, which apparently isn't enough to process and regulate what he ought to be in this plane. Thus, his confused biology is slowly but surely turning itself inside out.
Reassimilation is his only hope.
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The way Rema described it, he is essentially 'operating on two brain cells' of his whole self, which apparently isn't enough to process and regulate what he ought to be in this plane. Thus, his confused biology is slowly but surely turning itself inside out.
Reassimilation is his only hope.
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Rema has been a tremendous help in getting his footing in the modern world... and shaking the Abyss King off his tail. For the first time, he feels... somewhat comfortable.
Despite the revelation that he's slowly dying.
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Rema has been a tremendous help in getting his footing in the modern world... and shaking the Abyss King off his tail. For the first time, he feels... somewhat comfortable.
Despite the revelation that he's slowly dying.
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November 15, 2025 at 6:07 PM
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Rema has been a tremendous help in getting his footing in the modern world... and shaking the Abyss King off his tail. For the first time, he feels... somewhat comfortable.
Despite the revelation that he's slowly dying.
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Rema has been a tremendous help in getting his footing in the modern world... and shaking the Abyss King off his tail. For the first time, he feels... somewhat comfortable.
Despite the revelation that he's slowly dying.
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When the commotion halts abruptly, he hesitates– head bowed as he knows he's exposed. When no retribution comes, he cracks an eye.
The woman in white and red waves.
"Hey Your Highness!"
He waves (awkwardly) back.
"Glad to see you didn't get yourself killed yet! 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺."
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When the commotion halts abruptly, he hesitates– head bowed as he knows he's exposed. When no retribution comes, he cracks an eye.
The woman in white and red waves.
"Hey Your Highness!"
He waves (awkwardly) back.
"Glad to see you didn't get yourself killed yet! 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺."
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November 15, 2025 at 3:02 AM
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When the commotion halts abruptly, he hesitates– head bowed as he knows he's exposed. When no retribution comes, he cracks an eye.
The woman in white and red waves.
"Hey Your Highness!"
He waves (awkwardly) back.
"Glad to see you didn't get yourself killed yet! 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺."
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When the commotion halts abruptly, he hesitates– head bowed as he knows he's exposed. When no retribution comes, he cracks an eye.
The woman in white and red waves.
"Hey Your Highness!"
He waves (awkwardly) back.
"Glad to see you didn't get yourself killed yet! 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺."
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He's unable to decipher if what he's witnessing is real– a single woman flawlessly cutting through the horde like wet paper. His awe is interrupted by the violent urge to retch, dropping to his knees and coughing up another handful of shimmering ooze. His mind chanting at him to just 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚.
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He's unable to decipher if what he's witnessing is real– a single woman flawlessly cutting through the horde like wet paper. His awe is interrupted by the violent urge to retch, dropping to his knees and coughing up another handful of shimmering ooze. His mind chanting at him to just 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:55 AM
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He's unable to decipher if what he's witnessing is real– a single woman flawlessly cutting through the horde like wet paper. His awe is interrupted by the violent urge to retch, dropping to his knees and coughing up another handful of shimmering ooze. His mind chanting at him to just 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚.
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He's unable to decipher if what he's witnessing is real– a single woman flawlessly cutting through the horde like wet paper. His awe is interrupted by the violent urge to retch, dropping to his knees and coughing up another handful of shimmering ooze. His mind chanting at him to just 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚.
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The monsters don't have eyes, nonetheless he's already been noticed. One takes a few stilted steps in his direction, but before he can duck back again a sudden gust of wind nearly takes his breath away.
He watches, paralyzed, the aftermath of a boot connecting with the creature's oily non-face.
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The monsters don't have eyes, nonetheless he's already been noticed. One takes a few stilted steps in his direction, but before he can duck back again a sudden gust of wind nearly takes his breath away.
He watches, paralyzed, the aftermath of a boot connecting with the creature's oily non-face.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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The monsters don't have eyes, nonetheless he's already been noticed. One takes a few stilted steps in his direction, but before he can duck back again a sudden gust of wind nearly takes his breath away.
He watches, paralyzed, the aftermath of a boot connecting with the creature's oily non-face.
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The monsters don't have eyes, nonetheless he's already been noticed. One takes a few stilted steps in his direction, but before he can duck back again a sudden gust of wind nearly takes his breath away.
He watches, paralyzed, the aftermath of a boot connecting with the creature's oily non-face.
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The hair on his neck raises as his dizzy vision tracks the motion of the beast's hand outstretched to one of the smaller creatures in the hunting party.
" 𝙁 𝙞 𝙣 𝙙 𝙝 𝙞 𝙢. "
The voice drawls, the deep rattling hiss of a crocodilian fading into silence once again as the ghostly glow departs.
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The hair on his neck raises as his dizzy vision tracks the motion of the beast's hand outstretched to one of the smaller creatures in the hunting party.
" 𝙁 𝙞 𝙣 𝙙 𝙝 𝙞 𝙢. "
The voice drawls, the deep rattling hiss of a crocodilian fading into silence once again as the ghostly glow departs.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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The hair on his neck raises as his dizzy vision tracks the motion of the beast's hand outstretched to one of the smaller creatures in the hunting party.
" 𝙁 𝙞 𝙣 𝙙 𝙝 𝙞 𝙢. "
The voice drawls, the deep rattling hiss of a crocodilian fading into silence once again as the ghostly glow departs.
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The hair on his neck raises as his dizzy vision tracks the motion of the beast's hand outstretched to one of the smaller creatures in the hunting party.
" 𝙁 𝙞 𝙣 𝙙 𝙝 𝙞 𝙢. "
The voice drawls, the deep rattling hiss of a crocodilian fading into silence once again as the ghostly glow departs.
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He tenses at the sound of a heavy thud against concrete, peeking from his hiding place to see that he dropped his glasses in the fall. Damn. Those were new– the only thing he had to filter out the weird 'hallucinations'.
The more pressing matter? The beast had them in his glowing talons.
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He tenses at the sound of a heavy thud against concrete, peeking from his hiding place to see that he dropped his glasses in the fall. Damn. Those were new– the only thing he had to filter out the weird 'hallucinations'.
The more pressing matter? The beast had them in his glowing talons.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:21 AM
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He tenses at the sound of a heavy thud against concrete, peeking from his hiding place to see that he dropped his glasses in the fall. Damn. Those were new– the only thing he had to filter out the weird 'hallucinations'.
The more pressing matter? The beast had them in his glowing talons.
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He tenses at the sound of a heavy thud against concrete, peeking from his hiding place to see that he dropped his glasses in the fall. Damn. Those were new– the only thing he had to filter out the weird 'hallucinations'.
The more pressing matter? The beast had them in his glowing talons.
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He barely manages to catch himself from faceplanting into the frigid murk, panting at his wavering reflection. Urgency spurs him on, stumbling behind the cover of the bridge's support beam and digging his nails into his chest. Trying to will his overactive heart not to give him away.
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He barely manages to catch himself from faceplanting into the frigid murk, panting at his wavering reflection. Urgency spurs him on, stumbling behind the cover of the bridge's support beam and digging his nails into his chest. Trying to will his overactive heart not to give him away.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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He barely manages to catch himself from faceplanting into the frigid murk, panting at his wavering reflection. Urgency spurs him on, stumbling behind the cover of the bridge's support beam and digging his nails into his chest. Trying to will his overactive heart not to give him away.
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He barely manages to catch himself from faceplanting into the frigid murk, panting at his wavering reflection. Urgency spurs him on, stumbling behind the cover of the bridge's support beam and digging his nails into his chest. Trying to will his overactive heart not to give him away.
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He doesn't know how long he's been running– his lungs ache, his body rebels, yet he tears himself apart on brambles all the same. The forest is as silent as death, and as he finally breaks through the treeline he tumbles down hard concrete into filthy, shallow water.
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He doesn't know how long he's been running– his lungs ache, his body rebels, yet he tears himself apart on brambles all the same. The forest is as silent as death, and as he finally breaks through the treeline he tumbles down hard concrete into filthy, shallow water.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:08 AM
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He doesn't know how long he's been running– his lungs ache, his body rebels, yet he tears himself apart on brambles all the same. The forest is as silent as death, and as he finally breaks through the treeline he tumbles down hard concrete into filthy, shallow water.
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He doesn't know how long he's been running– his lungs ache, his body rebels, yet he tears himself apart on brambles all the same. The forest is as silent as death, and as he finally breaks through the treeline he tumbles down hard concrete into filthy, shallow water.
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
Even the god of deceit 、draped in lies 、yearns for a love untouched by trickery 、a truth he dares not show.
November 13, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Even the god of deceit 、draped in lies 、yearns for a love untouched by trickery 、a truth he dares not show.
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When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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November 12, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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When they're submissive and corruptible~ 🤤
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The man currently sits hypnotized inside a laundromat. Watching his newly s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶l̶̶e̶̶n̶ acquired clothes spin around... and around...
"The bubbles– they're colored–"
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The man currently sits hypnotized inside a laundromat. Watching his newly s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶l̶̶e̶̶n̶ acquired clothes spin around... and around...
"The bubbles– they're colored–"
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November 9, 2025 at 10:17 PM
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The man currently sits hypnotized inside a laundromat. Watching his newly s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶l̶̶e̶̶n̶ acquired clothes spin around... and around...
"The bubbles– they're colored–"
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The man currently sits hypnotized inside a laundromat. Watching his newly s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶l̶̶e̶̶n̶ acquired clothes spin around... and around...
"The bubbles– they're colored–"
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
i'd follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own.
November 7, 2025 at 12:22 AM
i'd follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own.
Reposted by 𓆃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇. (human!event)
I no longer yearn 、I devour.
November 6, 2025 at 10:06 PM
I no longer yearn 、I devour.
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The man stumbles, squinting at the lettering in a shop window as he stops to catch his breath.
"... What is this strange script–"
His eyes widen at the sound of his own voice, hand raising to brush his throat.
"– and why am I fluent in it?"
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The man stumbles, squinting at the lettering in a shop window as he stops to catch his breath.
"... What is this strange script–"
His eyes widen at the sound of his own voice, hand raising to brush his throat.
"– and why am I fluent in it?"
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November 6, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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The man stumbles, squinting at the lettering in a shop window as he stops to catch his breath.
"... What is this strange script–"
His eyes widen at the sound of his own voice, hand raising to brush his throat.
"– and why am I fluent in it?"
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The man stumbles, squinting at the lettering in a shop window as he stops to catch his breath.
"... What is this strange script–"
His eyes widen at the sound of his own voice, hand raising to brush his throat.
"– and why am I fluent in it?"
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< 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 >
ㅤ"canon" to SUNDERED ARC.
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< 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 >
ㅤ"canon" to SUNDERED ARC.
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November 6, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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< 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 >
ㅤ"canon" to SUNDERED ARC.
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< 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 >
ㅤ"canon" to SUNDERED ARC.
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𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫.
( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 )
A single gasp breaks the black stillness as he breaches the surface– one frantic stroke, then two, then hands clutching fistfuls of sand and hurling them into the murk behind. He coughs until his lungs are empty. One. Two. Then collapses onto his back, —
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𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫.
( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 )
A single gasp breaks the black stillness as he breaches the surface– one frantic stroke, then two, then hands clutching fistfuls of sand and hurling them into the murk behind. He coughs until his lungs are empty. One. Two. Then collapses onto his back, —
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November 6, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫.
( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 )
A single gasp breaks the black stillness as he breaches the surface– one frantic stroke, then two, then hands clutching fistfuls of sand and hurling them into the murk behind. He coughs until his lungs are empty. One. Two. Then collapses onto his back, —
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𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫.
( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 )
A single gasp breaks the black stillness as he breaches the surface– one frantic stroke, then two, then hands clutching fistfuls of sand and hurling them into the murk behind. He coughs until his lungs are empty. One. Two. Then collapses onto his back, —
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