#desocialite

[holyexecution]

  @desocialite​ a comparison for you ....

[asc3nts]

                         THERE  IS  NO  BLINDING  LIGHT ,     NO  WARMTH ,     NO  RELIEF .     THERE’S  SEARING  PAIN  THAT  GOES  AS  QUICKLY  AS  IT  APPEARS ,     TIGHTLY  SHUT  EYES  OPENING  TO  NOT  A  LIGHT  AT  THE  END  OF  A  TUNNEL  OR  NOTHINGNESS ,     BUT  A  THICK  FOG  THAT  SURROUNDS  LIKE  CONSTRICTING  ARMS ,     CHEST  HEAVY  AND  THROAT  CLOSING  UP .

                         @desocialite​ :     i  know  it  doesn’t  make  sense .

PANIC  DON’T  PANIC  DON’T  PANIC  BREATHE  EVERYTHING’S  GONNA  BE  OKAY  THEY’RE  FINE  THEY’RE  OKAY  ARE  THEY  OKAY  WHY  AM  I  THE  ONLY  ONE  HERE

                         he  swallows  the  lump  in  his  throat ,     tries  a  small  smile  that  twitches  and  disappears  as  his  focus  does .     he  isn’t  sure  how  long  he’s  been  clenching  his  jaw ,     how  long  he’s  been  sat  here  trying  and  failing  to  listen  to  her  explanation  of  what  the  HELL  is  going  on .     all  he  can  pick  out  of  memory  from  what  little  he  caught  is          ENTITY ,     KILLERS     &     SURVIVORS ,          and  the  words  don’t  do  anything  to  help  quell  his  fear  or  worry  for  his  friends  left  behind .

                                         WHY  AREN’T  THEY  HERE  WITH  ME ?

                         but  maybe  it’s  better  they’re  not  here ;          he  can  barely  remember  the  chase ,     but  the  pain  is  ingrained  in  his  mind ,     makes  his  hands  tremble .     KILLERS .     CHASE .     SURVIVE .     GATES .               he  swallows  another  lump ,     scratches  at  the  bare  skin  of  his  shoulders  as  he  hugs  himself .

                         mack  flinches  when  unfamiliar  fabric  drapes  over  scratched - raw  shoulders ,     snapping  him  out  of  the  fog  overtaking  his  brain .     he  finally ,     FINALLY     looks  up  at  the  woman  who  had  taken  it  upon  herself  to  try  and  explain  things  to  him          --          and  guilt  washes  over  him ,     but  he  gives  her  a  smile  and  takes  a  deep  breath ,     gripping  the  expensive - feeling  coat ,     fabric  soothing ,     grounding .

                         “  thank  you .     m’sorry ,     i  wasn’t          [ . . . ]          really  listening .     i’m  just          [ . . . ]          mostly  worried  about  my  friends ,     y’know ?  ”          he  bows  his  head ,     color  growing  in  his  cheeks ,     SHAME  FOR  BEING  A  BAD  LISTENER .          ”  thank  you .  ”

[angelvivor]

#@desocialite​​​  ⠀ ⠀ ♡

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"this ⠀ ⠀dͩeͤaͣᴛⷮhͪ ⠀ ⠀shit ⠀ ⠀is ⠀ ⠀r̲o̲u̲g̲h̲, ⠀ ⠀but, ⠀ ⠀ˡⁱᵏᵉ, ⠀ ⠀i ⠀ ⠀𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ⠀ ⠀you ⠀ ⠀to ⠀ ⠀take ⠀ ⠀a ⠀ ⠀ 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕⠀ ⠀pill. ⠀ ⠀for ⠀ ⠀ᵣₑₐₗ."

[irxnwill]

@desocialite​ ♥’d for a one-liner!

❝ Do you ever miss home? At all? ❞

[holyexecution]

@desocialite​​ | ♡‘d for a starter

━━━   to say that the red pyramid finds solace in the torture of deviants through Her trials would be a blatant lie. with the aimless whir of time passing ( or, more believably, never moving again in the first place ) coupled with frequents bouts of amnesia erasing the trials from his mind, he becomes more & more detached from his true purpose. from his intended role as alessa’s creation of vengeance. as an executioner of judgment for the angel.

no, the angel valtiel is dead. She is the successor, the Entity is impossible to defy in every way. beginning in the root of the psyche - one does not want to defy. it would be effort to even think it.

in the shadow of devotion, the executioner wanders the fog now ( today? ) expecting to end up in the woods, or even circling back around to midwich’s gates; as he unknowingly does when She is not in the mood to allow exploration. however, the fog gives way to the muted grounds of a decrepit carnival. torn apart booths with raggedy prizes & decorations scatter the area: destroyed by time & violence. many of the wooden stands have cracks or bear concave pits in the wood, as if a skull had been slammed repeatedly into the framework.

distantly, the executioner catches the shattering of glass. the screams of a woman following soon after the explosion. massive helm turns slowly, towards the noise. clouds of discolored gas mist from the broken windows of the worn down chapel nearby & red pyramid allows the pull of wonder to lead him to the chapel’s open doorway.

inside... a woman, barefoot & WILD dashing from an obese circus clown.