#destinidabble (1/4)
"7-11"
green and orange hues light the way
to sticky floors and old decay
it's too dark to really know
if the label is 2026 or 20-must-go
I've never felt safer
putting my life in bottled hands
"7-11"
green and orange hues light the way
to sticky floors and old decay
it's too dark to really know
if the label is 2026 or 20-must-go
I've never felt safer
putting my life in bottled hands
March 16, 2025 at 8:54 PM
#destinidabble (1/4)
"7-11"
green and orange hues light the way
to sticky floors and old decay
it's too dark to really know
if the label is 2026 or 20-must-go
I've never felt safer
putting my life in bottled hands
"7-11"
green and orange hues light the way
to sticky floors and old decay
it's too dark to really know
if the label is 2026 or 20-must-go
I've never felt safer
putting my life in bottled hands
#destinidabble
Every violent thump of the bass was a heartbeat overbearing her own, ready to splatter her chest to mimic red strobe lights, breathing at the mercy of a whimsical DJ.
Maybe this disguise was finally splitting. The stitching was uneven. The seams were long rotted.
Every violent thump of the bass was a heartbeat overbearing her own, ready to splatter her chest to mimic red strobe lights, breathing at the mercy of a whimsical DJ.
Maybe this disguise was finally splitting. The stitching was uneven. The seams were long rotted.
October 23, 2024 at 11:07 PM
#destinidabble
Every violent thump of the bass was a heartbeat overbearing her own, ready to splatter her chest to mimic red strobe lights, breathing at the mercy of a whimsical DJ.
Maybe this disguise was finally splitting. The stitching was uneven. The seams were long rotted.
Every violent thump of the bass was a heartbeat overbearing her own, ready to splatter her chest to mimic red strobe lights, breathing at the mercy of a whimsical DJ.
Maybe this disguise was finally splitting. The stitching was uneven. The seams were long rotted.
#destinidabble #bloomingpanic
excerpt from "Pension" about #Xyx
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excerpt from "Pension" about #Xyx
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November 12, 2024 at 7:11 PM
#destinidabble #bloomingpanic
excerpt from "Pension" about #Xyx
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excerpt from "Pension" about #Xyx
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#destinidabble #poetry
pawpaw didn't wake
we filled his bed with seeds
we wheeled him out to his favorite lake
and laughed bout may from '98
back home we watched the super bowl
he wouldn't miss it for the world
confessed i copied his laugh
confessed i wasn't a girl
pawpaw became a tree
pawpaw didn't wake
we filled his bed with seeds
we wheeled him out to his favorite lake
and laughed bout may from '98
back home we watched the super bowl
he wouldn't miss it for the world
confessed i copied his laugh
confessed i wasn't a girl
pawpaw became a tree
September 9, 2024 at 6:45 PM
#destinidabble #poetry
pawpaw didn't wake
we filled his bed with seeds
we wheeled him out to his favorite lake
and laughed bout may from '98
back home we watched the super bowl
he wouldn't miss it for the world
confessed i copied his laugh
confessed i wasn't a girl
pawpaw became a tree
pawpaw didn't wake
we filled his bed with seeds
we wheeled him out to his favorite lake
and laughed bout may from '98
back home we watched the super bowl
he wouldn't miss it for the world
confessed i copied his laugh
confessed i wasn't a girl
pawpaw became a tree
#destinidabble for #nightowl #bloomingpanic fans
he threatens at the confessional
dark circles crescent moons
he promises, it's congressional
that he'll be himself soon
his mother's not over his shoulder
but he grabs it out of habit
her palm was always colder
a small comfort, small comfort
he threatens at the confessional
dark circles crescent moons
he promises, it's congressional
that he'll be himself soon
his mother's not over his shoulder
but he grabs it out of habit
her palm was always colder
a small comfort, small comfort
October 25, 2024 at 6:11 PM
#destinidabble for #nightowl #bloomingpanic fans
he threatens at the confessional
dark circles crescent moons
he promises, it's congressional
that he'll be himself soon
his mother's not over his shoulder
but he grabs it out of habit
her palm was always colder
a small comfort, small comfort
he threatens at the confessional
dark circles crescent moons
he promises, it's congressional
that he'll be himself soon
his mother's not over his shoulder
but he grabs it out of habit
her palm was always colder
a small comfort, small comfort
#destinidabble
you are in my way
at the precipice of my survival
i could shove you
with my hands around your throat
or i could kiss you
let this mountain all but crumble
and for the crime of existing
i shall punish you with mine
forever?
forever?
FOREVER!
you are in my way
at the precipice of my survival
i could shove you
with my hands around your throat
or i could kiss you
let this mountain all but crumble
and for the crime of existing
i shall punish you with mine
forever?
forever?
FOREVER!
October 21, 2024 at 11:07 PM
#destinidabble
you are in my way
at the precipice of my survival
i could shove you
with my hands around your throat
or i could kiss you
let this mountain all but crumble
and for the crime of existing
i shall punish you with mine
forever?
forever?
FOREVER!
you are in my way
at the precipice of my survival
i could shove you
with my hands around your throat
or i could kiss you
let this mountain all but crumble
and for the crime of existing
i shall punish you with mine
forever?
forever?
FOREVER!
#destinidabble for lycoris;last words fans
the driver has never spoken
the drummer's drum long broken
these misty horses are not real
their hollow neighs screech like steel
pounded by relentless yearning
your carriage, just barely, sways—turning
you can't recall ever dying
so someone is lying—LYING
the driver has never spoken
the drummer's drum long broken
these misty horses are not real
their hollow neighs screech like steel
pounded by relentless yearning
your carriage, just barely, sways—turning
you can't recall ever dying
so someone is lying—LYING
October 24, 2024 at 6:11 PM
#destinidabble for lycoris;last words fans
the driver has never spoken
the drummer's drum long broken
these misty horses are not real
their hollow neighs screech like steel
pounded by relentless yearning
your carriage, just barely, sways—turning
you can't recall ever dying
so someone is lying—LYING
the driver has never spoken
the drummer's drum long broken
these misty horses are not real
their hollow neighs screech like steel
pounded by relentless yearning
your carriage, just barely, sways—turning
you can't recall ever dying
so someone is lying—LYING
#destinidabble 4 #everytimeyoublink
sticky petals in his locker
he's too sweet to pluck them
he waters them with sweat
he's too shy to show it
he hides them and frets
cause it's growing, growing
it'll devour the showers
all-knowing, knowing
can't explain the shame
to the only other boy who sees it
sticky petals in his locker
he's too sweet to pluck them
he waters them with sweat
he's too shy to show it
he hides them and frets
cause it's growing, growing
it'll devour the showers
all-knowing, knowing
can't explain the shame
to the only other boy who sees it
October 25, 2024 at 6:45 PM
#destinidabble 4 #everytimeyoublink
sticky petals in his locker
he's too sweet to pluck them
he waters them with sweat
he's too shy to show it
he hides them and frets
cause it's growing, growing
it'll devour the showers
all-knowing, knowing
can't explain the shame
to the only other boy who sees it
sticky petals in his locker
he's too sweet to pluck them
he waters them with sweat
he's too shy to show it
he hides them and frets
cause it's growing, growing
it'll devour the showers
all-knowing, knowing
can't explain the shame
to the only other boy who sees it
#destinidabble
on the outer edge looking
meters and miles and minutes down
falling, screaming, but lack of sound
from no ears on their splintered heads
with no eyes on their blank faces
if I have to die, I can't die dreaming
if I have to die, I can't die pleading
if I have to die, I have to live
on the outer edge looking
meters and miles and minutes down
falling, screaming, but lack of sound
from no ears on their splintered heads
with no eyes on their blank faces
if I have to die, I can't die dreaming
if I have to die, I can't die pleading
if I have to die, I have to live
September 13, 2025 at 6:28 PM
#destinidabble
on the outer edge looking
meters and miles and minutes down
falling, screaming, but lack of sound
from no ears on their splintered heads
with no eyes on their blank faces
if I have to die, I can't die dreaming
if I have to die, I can't die pleading
if I have to die, I have to live
on the outer edge looking
meters and miles and minutes down
falling, screaming, but lack of sound
from no ears on their splintered heads
with no eyes on their blank faces
if I have to die, I can't die dreaming
if I have to die, I can't die pleading
if I have to die, I have to live
#destinidabble for #bloomingpanic
Xyx has permanent stubble now. He sports moisturized calluses, jewelry more expensive than dowry, and eyes clearer with age.
His latest will has your name in it.
It's with sunset ripping through his silk shirt that you see Xyx is frayed at the edges on purpose.
Xyx has permanent stubble now. He sports moisturized calluses, jewelry more expensive than dowry, and eyes clearer with age.
His latest will has your name in it.
It's with sunset ripping through his silk shirt that you see Xyx is frayed at the edges on purpose.
October 28, 2024 at 6:11 PM
#destinidabble for #bloomingpanic
Xyx has permanent stubble now. He sports moisturized calluses, jewelry more expensive than dowry, and eyes clearer with age.
His latest will has your name in it.
It's with sunset ripping through his silk shirt that you see Xyx is frayed at the edges on purpose.
Xyx has permanent stubble now. He sports moisturized calluses, jewelry more expensive than dowry, and eyes clearer with age.
His latest will has your name in it.
It's with sunset ripping through his silk shirt that you see Xyx is frayed at the edges on purpose.
#destinidabble for the otome fans
every possibility before him
yet none about him
every version of him from every great
mistake
hate
he's ever had
touching every shoulder to find if
maybe there’s a chance
stance
trance
he ever didn't love you
or if you could live—together
/somewhere/
in forever
every possibility before him
yet none about him
every version of him from every great
mistake
hate
he's ever had
touching every shoulder to find if
maybe there’s a chance
stance
trance
he ever didn't love you
or if you could live—together
/somewhere/
in forever
October 23, 2024 at 6:11 PM
#destinidabble for the otome fans
every possibility before him
yet none about him
every version of him from every great
mistake
hate
he's ever had
touching every shoulder to find if
maybe there’s a chance
stance
trance
he ever didn't love you
or if you could live—together
/somewhere/
in forever
every possibility before him
yet none about him
every version of him from every great
mistake
hate
he's ever had
touching every shoulder to find if
maybe there’s a chance
stance
trance
he ever didn't love you
or if you could live—together
/somewhere/
in forever
#destinidabble
saltines on ships
flavored with riptide
my captain the kraken
swallows us inside
if moby had shown me
how to survive
we wouldn't be singing
sinking songs with pride
but there's no place like home
in the jaws of defeat
oh crew and captain
till again we meet!
saltines on ships
flavored with riptide
my captain the kraken
swallows us inside
if moby had shown me
how to survive
we wouldn't be singing
sinking songs with pride
but there's no place like home
in the jaws of defeat
oh crew and captain
till again we meet!
November 13, 2024 at 7:11 PM
#destinidabble
saltines on ships
flavored with riptide
my captain the kraken
swallows us inside
if moby had shown me
how to survive
we wouldn't be singing
sinking songs with pride
but there's no place like home
in the jaws of defeat
oh crew and captain
till again we meet!
saltines on ships
flavored with riptide
my captain the kraken
swallows us inside
if moby had shown me
how to survive
we wouldn't be singing
sinking songs with pride
but there's no place like home
in the jaws of defeat
oh crew and captain
till again we meet!
#destinidabble for the doers
She glares at the twinkling bits of glass sticking out of your aching head.
"You should've waited for shadow tecs. Now they'll assume you're an unkind spirit."
"I'm not interested in being kind," you spit, wounds forever scarring, "I'm interested in being good.
She glares at the twinkling bits of glass sticking out of your aching head.
"You should've waited for shadow tecs. Now they'll assume you're an unkind spirit."
"I'm not interested in being kind," you spit, wounds forever scarring, "I'm interested in being good.
October 24, 2024 at 11:07 PM
#destinidabble for the doers
She glares at the twinkling bits of glass sticking out of your aching head.
"You should've waited for shadow tecs. Now they'll assume you're an unkind spirit."
"I'm not interested in being kind," you spit, wounds forever scarring, "I'm interested in being good.
She glares at the twinkling bits of glass sticking out of your aching head.
"You should've waited for shadow tecs. Now they'll assume you're an unkind spirit."
"I'm not interested in being kind," you spit, wounds forever scarring, "I'm interested in being good.
#destinidabble
the altar is made of wetstone
cutting prayer in half, congregation in fourths
its edges are ridges
its outlines are shadows
its curves are spirals
its grays are ashen
its bumps are bruises
its belly is bloodied
its scripts are weighted
its songs are strains
its preachers are judges
the altar is made of wetstone
cutting prayer in half, congregation in fourths
its edges are ridges
its outlines are shadows
its curves are spirals
its grays are ashen
its bumps are bruises
its belly is bloodied
its scripts are weighted
its songs are strains
its preachers are judges
a person is sharpening their knife on a cutting board
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September 18, 2025 at 1:03 AM
#destinidabble
the altar is made of wetstone
cutting prayer in half, congregation in fourths
its edges are ridges
its outlines are shadows
its curves are spirals
its grays are ashen
its bumps are bruises
its belly is bloodied
its scripts are weighted
its songs are strains
its preachers are judges
the altar is made of wetstone
cutting prayer in half, congregation in fourths
its edges are ridges
its outlines are shadows
its curves are spirals
its grays are ashen
its bumps are bruises
its belly is bloodied
its scripts are weighted
its songs are strains
its preachers are judges
#destinidabble
does his thumb dig into dirt
when he walks on his knuckles?
does a roar thrum in his chest
or is it a cheap echo of his father's warning?
is he grateful for his blood-ready skin in summer
while his mother sweats under fur,
or does Tarzan wish he suffers with her?
does his thumb dig into dirt
when he walks on his knuckles?
does a roar thrum in his chest
or is it a cheap echo of his father's warning?
is he grateful for his blood-ready skin in summer
while his mother sweats under fur,
or does Tarzan wish he suffers with her?
October 22, 2024 at 11:07 PM
#destinidabble
does his thumb dig into dirt
when he walks on his knuckles?
does a roar thrum in his chest
or is it a cheap echo of his father's warning?
is he grateful for his blood-ready skin in summer
while his mother sweats under fur,
or does Tarzan wish he suffers with her?
does his thumb dig into dirt
when he walks on his knuckles?
does a roar thrum in his chest
or is it a cheap echo of his father's warning?
is he grateful for his blood-ready skin in summer
while his mother sweats under fur,
or does Tarzan wish he suffers with her?
#destinidabble
"Keep calm," he says. His tears crystallize before they hit the ground, gently piercing the soft earth. You're all he has left. "Keep calm," he repeats.
You know he doesn't mean it. He wants you to panic, so he finally has an excuse to fall apart.
"Keep calm," he says. His tears crystallize before they hit the ground, gently piercing the soft earth. You're all he has left. "Keep calm," he repeats.
You know he doesn't mean it. He wants you to panic, so he finally has an excuse to fall apart.
November 13, 2024 at 12:07 AM
#destinidabble
"Keep calm," he says. His tears crystallize before they hit the ground, gently piercing the soft earth. You're all he has left. "Keep calm," he repeats.
You know he doesn't mean it. He wants you to panic, so he finally has an excuse to fall apart.
"Keep calm," he says. His tears crystallize before they hit the ground, gently piercing the soft earth. You're all he has left. "Keep calm," he repeats.
You know he doesn't mean it. He wants you to panic, so he finally has an excuse to fall apart.
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Hi, I'm Destini! SFF narrative designer, writer, producer, traveler, & villains enthusiast. ✨️
- 🌈✊🏿🌠🌎🚅
- #destinidabble for nerdy poetry
- destini.itch.io for my (indie) stuff & game recommendations
- A little too deep into Immortal Days, Ikemen Villains, Alien Stage, Nu:Carnival, & trains
October 21, 2024 at 8:05 AM
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Hi, I'm Destini! SFF narrative designer, writer, producer, traveler, & villains enthusiast. ✨️
- 🌈✊🏿🌠🌎🚅
- #destinidabble for nerdy poetry
- destini.itch.io for my (indie) stuff & game recommendations
- A little too deep into Immortal Days, Ikemen Villains, Alien Stage, Nu:Carnival, & trains
Hi, I'm Destini! SFF narrative designer, writer, producer, traveler, & villains enthusiast. ✨️
- 🌈✊🏿🌠🌎🚅
- #destinidabble for nerdy poetry
- destini.itch.io for my (indie) stuff & game recommendations
- A little too deep into Immortal Days, Ikemen Villains, Alien Stage, Nu:Carnival, & trains
#destinidabble
maybe this dream should be bitten--crushed like an unripe apple. i am too selfish to let myself taste bitter worms. i will kill it and let the blood of stars drip down my chin. you will not row my boat across even calm waters
if i am too cold to bear the journey.
maybe this dream should be bitten--crushed like an unripe apple. i am too selfish to let myself taste bitter worms. i will kill it and let the blood of stars drip down my chin. you will not row my boat across even calm waters
if i am too cold to bear the journey.
October 25, 2024 at 11:07 PM
#destinidabble
maybe this dream should be bitten--crushed like an unripe apple. i am too selfish to let myself taste bitter worms. i will kill it and let the blood of stars drip down my chin. you will not row my boat across even calm waters
if i am too cold to bear the journey.
maybe this dream should be bitten--crushed like an unripe apple. i am too selfish to let myself taste bitter worms. i will kill it and let the blood of stars drip down my chin. you will not row my boat across even calm waters
if i am too cold to bear the journey.