*Nightmares? Cool. I will make a creature that IS nightmares. Literally. Fear in a corporeal form.*
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'Perhaps you are right. But I cannot be sure. This is your fight, not mine'
'Who is it, what's he want?' Leo aims his gun
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
"What do you want?"
'Cato. Dead.'
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
*Nightmares? Cool. I will make a creature that IS nightmares. Literally. Fear in a corporeal form.*
*Well, a Nightmare typically is that sort of thing, but most of the time they embody more general negative emotions toward a specific thing. Like fear, disgust, and resentment toward waste and refuse, for example.*
'Perhaps you are right. But I cannot be sure. This is your fight, not mine'
'Who is it, what's he want?' Leo aims his gun
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
"What do you want?"
'Cato. Dead.'
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
'I don't know if I got much to give, but I sure don't have much to lose. So yeah, let's go with it. I'll be damned already'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An overturned trash bin on the sidewalk shifts slightly, independent of wind or gravity. Something’s alive in it.
A man stops besides it, sitting the trash can back upright. He wears a black suit, he looks human but his smile is too big, too perfect
The sound of agitated (or anxious) rustling is audible from within, and suddenly, the lid flies open from an inside impact. But looking inside, all you’d see is bags full of shredded paper.
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
'Perhaps you are right. But I cannot be sure. This is your fight, not mine'
'Who is it, what's he want?' Leo aims his gun
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
"What do you want?"
'Cato. Dead.'
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
'I don't know if I got much to give, but I sure don't have much to lose. So yeah, let's go with it. I'll be damned already'
"He is not like devils, he will not own you, you will not be damned in his presence nor what you will partake in. His is an elder god, something before good and evil."
An overturned trash bin on the sidewalk shifts slightly, independent of wind or gravity. Something’s alive in it.
A man stops besides it, sitting the trash can back upright. He wears a black suit, he looks human but his smile is too big, too perfect
The sound of agitated (or anxious) rustling is audible from within, and suddenly, the lid flies open from an inside impact. But looking inside, all you’d see is bags full of shredded paper.
'Perhaps you are right. But I cannot be sure. This is your fight, not mine'
'Who is it, what's he want?' Leo aims his gun
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
"What do you want?"
'Cato. Dead.'
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
'I don't know if I got much to give, but I sure don't have much to lose. So yeah, let's go with it. I'll be damned already'
"He is not like devils, he will not own you, you will not be damned in his presence nor what you will partake in. His is an elder god, something before good and evil."
'Sure. Whatever. You win. Cato dead. Everyone happy'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Nightmares? Cool. I will make a creature that IS nightmares. Literally. Fear in a corporeal form.*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*we still have hope*
An overturned trash bin on the sidewalk shifts slightly, independent of wind or gravity. Something’s alive in it.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A gaunt, long-limbed dude with dark beady eyes peers into the bin. 'Hello there'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A man stops besides it, sitting the trash can back upright. He wears a black suit, he looks human but his smile is too big, too perfect
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"What do you want?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Cato. Dead.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Well, a Nightmare typically is that sort of thing, but most of the time they embody more general negative emotions toward a specific thing. Like fear, disgust, and resentment toward waste and refuse, for example.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I don't know if I got much to give, but I sure don't have much to lose. So yeah, let's go with it. I'll be damned already'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The sound of agitated (or anxious) rustling is audible from within, and suddenly, the lid flies open from an inside impact. But looking inside, all you’d see is bags full of shredded paper.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"He is not like devils, he will not own you, you will not be damned in his presence nor what you will partake in. His is an elder god, something before good and evil."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sighs and tilts his head "Racoons once more.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Sure. Whatever. You win. Cato dead. Everyone happy'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.