Honk Honk! Mini hiatus
CAPETOWN WIFI IS LAME!! but uvu I'm here up to the 4th of November! 😘
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brain in entity mode at last
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entity on sleep mode, catch me here
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SAVIOR AS AN ALLEGORY FOR A SELF-MADE LIMBO.
ATLAS AS A SELF-INFLICTED PUNISHMENT.
Aya Brea of the Parasite Eve game series. Written by azia.
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i miss aya so catch me here
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somewhere on the way back
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entity has void copies everywhere more on this when i feel like writing the post
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SHAKE THE DEAD / WAKE THE DEVIL.
written by azia. low activity & triggering / horror content present.
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fairglenned:
Iconic Lines From Modern Media That Are Raw As Fuck
“ Bold of you to assume I still have a soul. ”
“ I am a monument to all your sins. “
“ I’ll do whatever you want. ”
“ Then perish. ”
“ Violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ”
“ To become god is the loneliest achievement of all. ”
“ I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ”
“ If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have. ”
“ I will face god and walk backwards into hell. ”
“ Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd acts of chemicals. ”
“ There is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe. ”
“ All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. ”
“ Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? ”
“ Do you think God stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he created? ”
“ Tell me the name of God. ”
“ Can you feel your heart burning? ”
“ Can you feel the struggle within? ”
“ The fear within me in beyond anything your soul can make. ”
“ You cannot kill me in any way that matters. ”
“ You kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies. ”
“ Violence in an art. Your body, the Louvre. ”
“ Even the godless end up worshiping something. ”
“ God wishes he were me. ”
“ One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled. ”
“ Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t. ”
“ Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end. ”
“ This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods. ”
“ Bury me shallow, I’ll be back. ”
“ There are no gods here. ”
“ Do I look like the kind of person who dies? ”
“ God’s dead and soon we will be too. ”
“ I thought there were no heroes left in this world. ”
“ I’ve been through hell and came out singing. ”
“ Pick a god and pray. ”
“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. ”
“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”
“ The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”
“ What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? ”
“ Bold of you to assume I can die. “
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I NEED TO BUY SOME EXPENSIVE ASS ANTIBIOTICS FOR MY DAD, it’s gonna cost approx $300 in us dollars , which is a lot in my currency. so, here is a quick EMERGENCY SALE ! PLEASE REBLOG .
A LINK TO MY KO-FI IF YOU WISH TO HELP BUT DON’T WISH TO BUY ANYTHING .
i.m. me for the paypal discounts , deviantart discounts are already available as commission options on my deviantart page & can be directly requested.
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SHAKE THE DEAD / WAKE THE DEVIL.
written by azia. low activity & triggering content present.
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wow can't believe im going to give entity a ffxiv verse i say, as if i haven’t reached 80 in the expansion and don't plan on leveling other classes to 80 for the mount
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VOID GAZE
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love that void daughter
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my rent situation has been taken care of ❤️ but i still gotta get thru another week before i get paid and i have $8 left after paying everything up so if you are feelin generous or wanna give a nice gift because there are still 4 days left of pride month : my paypal is
[email protected] & my cashapp is $humanprada ❤️❤️❤️
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mothess.
SHE COULD DREAM OF ALL THINGS DARK AND BEAUTIFUL, she could dream of the thirty - eight witners that came to pass during her long slumber, where the flowers fade and the world turns cold, but the stars are made raw and real. she dreamt of dark things and she did not hate. they knew death, perhaps they knew of her death as well. wings, as peerless as the full moon’s light flutter ever so slightly.
❛ i could not. ❜ it is spun upon needle and thread ; quietly, a crown of antenna incline further. ❛ my place is amongst the living, the small and the faithful. this green, green world needs my voice. ❜
❛ The world will not last forever. ❜ It is the fate of all to wither and feed the inescapable end, the stretching darkness that seeks all. It is the nature of the quiet death, still, the mother, mothers, opening her wings out of a desire to and obligation, ❛ But that is no cause to visit just yet, is there? ❜ The green world must have its speaker and they have no qualms retreating for now. ❛ I will see you all the same, your great wings and the care you give, perhaps here it is that we both win. ❜
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anammxlech.
QUIET EVENING - DEAD OF NIGHT , Blackened appearence of a silhouette merely going
unnoticed under such circumstences . For shortly after would it be only that disgustingly
CALM & collected TONE of their unfamiliar voice , to force SHINING hues upon their
being . - - - SLIT GAZE TREMBLING , - in consequence of FEAR feeling to rise & erupt
within her small frame like maybe never before . EXHAUSTION written all over demonic
features - such had been an almost trademark like ATTRIBUTE of hers , although oddly
enough , if aforesaid lineaments could WORSEN then oh ! did they do so in this very
moment .
A TALONED HAND RAISED , gently brushing strayed locks of thick brown hair away , before
rubbing down on that croocked bridge of her nose , squeezing it ever so gently .
FOR THIS VERY SIGHT SHE WAS NOW OUGHT TO BEHOLD , would feel to ache her
chest . REALITY by now long lost as minutes grew into hours , and how they would
grow into days eventually . But alas - maybe it wasn’t THEIR presence that had felt
to be the last nail in that coffin .
GRUFF TAINTED VOICE would be soon heard rambling from the depths of her hoarse troath ,
by gods would she PURSUED to make herself sound STABLE , quiet & restraint , even
as an almost below whisper sounding chuckle would be heard to fall from her maw .
FOR IF SHE HAD BEEN DREAMING , best as well would she take it light upon her heart ,
& granted that - maybe , just maybe the Grimm Reaper had finally came for that of one
without a SOUL then who would she be to PUFF her chest out now -
REGARDLESS of what wisdoms would sung from their mouth .
– “ N o , it’s . .
It’s not - . . “
❛ A pitiful life, it is then, ❜ Their delivery mimics callousness despite being a witness to the struggle of keeping oneself together. The stray hairs remain a marker, the circles near a tattoo in intensity in their eyes as thought, distant and near quiet in its formation, thinks on a mother.
Pitiful indeed.
Under the cover of darkness, they are comfortable in her company and grow nearer breaching an oft-unspoken boundary. Steps carry no sound, and there is nothing that hints at breathing, or any life at all. The world outside is still, lights shine unnaturally long and the life that rushed through it, even at this hour, remains in stasis. ❛ For now at the very least — Long you have lived caught between running and hiding, grasping at the edges of sleep. ❜ They don’t chastise her but note her trials aloud as if reading it from a file, but they look upon her now with curiosity. Dead eyes gleam, a hand almost reaches out to touch yet chooses to hover, ❛ But you do not desire a pitiful life in this cycle nor the next, do you? Tell me, do you want to live? ❜
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