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A confession on the tip of its tongue, a truth spoken yet one it cannot help but speak into existence again.
⸝⸝ I’m not the Brutus you knew before. Would you, could you, fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
⸝⸝ I’m not the Brutus you knew before. Would you, could you, fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
November 11, 2025 at 6:27 AM
A confession on the tip of its tongue, a truth spoken yet one it cannot help but speak into existence again.
⸝⸝ I’m not the Brutus you knew before. Would you, could you, fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
⸝⸝ I’m not the Brutus you knew before. Would you, could you, fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
Brutus’ expression softens at the sight of its previous family, one it is undeserving of yet accepts all the same.
But ..
⸝⸝ Would you fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
The thought plagues it.
⸝⸝ If you knew what I’ve done, the things I cannot change. I know that you’ve been waiting for me. ⸝⸝
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But ..
⸝⸝ Would you fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
The thought plagues it.
⸝⸝ If you knew what I’ve done, the things I cannot change. I know that you’ve been waiting for me. ⸝⸝
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November 11, 2025 at 6:27 AM
Brutus’ expression softens at the sight of its previous family, one it is undeserving of yet accepts all the same.
But ..
⸝⸝ Would you fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
The thought plagues it.
⸝⸝ If you knew what I’ve done, the things I cannot change. I know that you’ve been waiting for me. ⸝⸝
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But ..
⸝⸝ Would you fall in love with me again? ⸝⸝
The thought plagues it.
⸝⸝ If you knew what I’ve done, the things I cannot change. I know that you’ve been waiting for me. ⸝⸝
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Brutus rises on legs that tremble from disuse, or rather, nonexistence.
⸝⸝ I will bring ruin to your life, stain the memories of the man I was before. ⸝⸝
A breath, its eyes drift momentarily to Youth. It…forgot their name. Their name is important, it’s sure, but it felt out of reach.
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⸝⸝ I will bring ruin to your life, stain the memories of the man I was before. ⸝⸝
A breath, its eyes drift momentarily to Youth. It…forgot their name. Their name is important, it’s sure, but it felt out of reach.
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November 11, 2025 at 6:27 AM
Brutus rises on legs that tremble from disuse, or rather, nonexistence.
⸝⸝ I will bring ruin to your life, stain the memories of the man I was before. ⸝⸝
A breath, its eyes drift momentarily to Youth. It…forgot their name. Their name is important, it’s sure, but it felt out of reach.
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⸝⸝ I will bring ruin to your life, stain the memories of the man I was before. ⸝⸝
A breath, its eyes drift momentarily to Youth. It…forgot their name. Their name is important, it’s sure, but it felt out of reach.
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Restoration, a domain unforgotten by Brutus, was one it could no longer claim. Brutus changed, irreversibly so, into the Spirit of War and Instability.
And yet, its previous life stands before it with open arms.
⸝⸝ I’m different now, ⸝⸝ it says, ⸝⸝ how could you love a man like me? ⸝⸝
And yet, its previous life stands before it with open arms.
⸝⸝ I’m different now, ⸝⸝ it says, ⸝⸝ how could you love a man like me? ⸝⸝
November 11, 2025 at 6:27 AM
Restoration, a domain unforgotten by Brutus, was one it could no longer claim. Brutus changed, irreversibly so, into the Spirit of War and Instability.
And yet, its previous life stands before it with open arms.
⸝⸝ I’m different now, ⸝⸝ it says, ⸝⸝ how could you love a man like me? ⸝⸝
And yet, its previous life stands before it with open arms.
⸝⸝ I’m different now, ⸝⸝ it says, ⸝⸝ how could you love a man like me? ⸝⸝
The light that restored Brutus did more than that. It restored its domain as well. The golden light spread from its feet along the floors and walls to the ceiling. Stained glass repairs itself, depicting new pictures and stories alike.
The cracks in the marble disappear, the mold vanishes.
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The cracks in the marble disappear, the mold vanishes.
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November 11, 2025 at 6:27 AM
The light that restored Brutus did more than that. It restored its domain as well. The golden light spread from its feet along the floors and walls to the ceiling. Stained glass repairs itself, depicting new pictures and stories alike.
The cracks in the marble disappear, the mold vanishes.
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The cracks in the marble disappear, the mold vanishes.
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Never use those words to describe me again.
November 5, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Never use those words to describe me again.
It could be DNA. You can separate it from blood with a centrifuge, and it's white and web-like in texture.
November 5, 2025 at 2:02 AM
It could be DNA. You can separate it from blood with a centrifuge, and it's white and web-like in texture.
I do something similar. With blood.
November 5, 2025 at 1:59 AM
I do something similar. With blood.
On one ear, an quartz earring bore resemblance to the jewelry forged and hidden away in Its chambers. A sharp halo flickered to life behind Its head, which raised slowly as Its single eye drifted across the ruins of Its castle before landing on Its ... saviors.
October 27, 2025 at 4:25 AM
On one ear, an quartz earring bore resemblance to the jewelry forged and hidden away in Its chambers. A sharp halo flickered to life behind Its head, which raised slowly as Its single eye drifted across the ruins of Its castle before landing on Its ... saviors.
Brutus was .. different. It's hair once thick was now thin and straight. It's face was mutilated, the left side lacking skin of any kind to show a muted ivory skull that spread down to its lower jaw where tusks jutted over Its upper lip.
It's ears, once pointy and upright, now drooped.
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It's ears, once pointy and upright, now drooped.
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October 27, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Brutus was .. different. It's hair once thick was now thin and straight. It's face was mutilated, the left side lacking skin of any kind to show a muted ivory skull that spread down to its lower jaw where tusks jutted over Its upper lip.
It's ears, once pointy and upright, now drooped.
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It's ears, once pointy and upright, now drooped.
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Cracks formed on Its stony hands, spreading up Its arms and down Its torso. Pale pink light glowed between them, shining brighter as they spread until the stone burst into light, revealing the person beneath.
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October 27, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Cracks formed on Its stony hands, spreading up Its arms and down Its torso. Pale pink light glowed between them, shining brighter as they spread until the stone burst into light, revealing the person beneath.
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Completion.
That's what It felt like the moment the sword was slotted into Its hands. The voices were silent for the first time since the cosmos placed them in Its mind, their belittling ceasing in its tracks as It became whole once again.
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That's what It felt like the moment the sword was slotted into Its hands. The voices were silent for the first time since the cosmos placed them in Its mind, their belittling ceasing in its tracks as It became whole once again.
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October 27, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Completion.
That's what It felt like the moment the sword was slotted into Its hands. The voices were silent for the first time since the cosmos placed them in Its mind, their belittling ceasing in its tracks as It became whole once again.
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That's what It felt like the moment the sword was slotted into Its hands. The voices were silent for the first time since the cosmos placed them in Its mind, their belittling ceasing in its tracks as It became whole once again.
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Their laughter says yes. They watch from the walls, the space between air and nothingness, from beyond comprehension to the ground they walk on.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜
𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙
𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘒
𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕
It would never be found, never loved, never saved. Eternally alone with the cosmos.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜
𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙
𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘒
𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕
It would never be found, never loved, never saved. Eternally alone with the cosmos.
October 26, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Their laughter says yes. They watch from the walls, the space between air and nothingness, from beyond comprehension to the ground they walk on.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜
𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙
𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘒
𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕
It would never be found, never loved, never saved. Eternally alone with the cosmos.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜
𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙
𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘒
𝘐𝘛𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕
It would never be found, never loved, never saved. Eternally alone with the cosmos.
Had it ever been alive? Are these strings even real, or are they another illusion casted by the cosmos. A cacophony of voices cackled in its mind, jeering and belittling with their ruthless nature. What had it done to deserve this eternal omniscient audience.
Were they entertained yet?
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Were they entertained yet?
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October 26, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Had it ever been alive? Are these strings even real, or are they another illusion casted by the cosmos. A cacophony of voices cackled in its mind, jeering and belittling with their ruthless nature. What had it done to deserve this eternal omniscient audience.
Were they entertained yet?
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Were they entertained yet?
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To deserve its form being scattered across the universe, to be split and ripped apart into specks of dust and forgotten to a world that suffered under its hand.
To be remembered and mourned eternally, to inflict pain on those who dared to care for it.
What had it done indeed.
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To be remembered and mourned eternally, to inflict pain on those who dared to care for it.
What had it done indeed.
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October 26, 2025 at 11:52 PM
To deserve its form being scattered across the universe, to be split and ripped apart into specks of dust and forgotten to a world that suffered under its hand.
To be remembered and mourned eternally, to inflict pain on those who dared to care for it.
What had it done indeed.
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To be remembered and mourned eternally, to inflict pain on those who dared to care for it.
What had it done indeed.
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Their words were unheard, their touch never felt. It feels its items are close, and tugs one final time for them to be placed upon it.
The statue is cold against their fingertips, their yearning heavy against the bond that ties them together. Oh, what had it done.
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The statue is cold against their fingertips, their yearning heavy against the bond that ties them together. Oh, what had it done.
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October 26, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Their words were unheard, their touch never felt. It feels its items are close, and tugs one final time for them to be placed upon it.
The statue is cold against their fingertips, their yearning heavy against the bond that ties them together. Oh, what had it done.
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The statue is cold against their fingertips, their yearning heavy against the bond that ties them together. Oh, what had it done.
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ooc.
DONT HURT THE BABY
DONT HURT THE BABY
October 26, 2025 at 7:18 PM
ooc.
DONT HURT THE BABY
DONT HURT THE BABY
A somber scene for those who claimed to love it. Destruction followed it even in death, safety was far from where it was scattered across the cosmos.
It pulls at the strings again, hoping the safety it once knew would find it again.
It pulls at the strings again, hoping the safety it once knew would find it again.
October 26, 2025 at 5:57 PM
A somber scene for those who claimed to love it. Destruction followed it even in death, safety was far from where it was scattered across the cosmos.
It pulls at the strings again, hoping the safety it once knew would find it again.
It pulls at the strings again, hoping the safety it once knew would find it again.