Ghouls in mass probably crave a tenderness and kindness they can no longer feel or give out. They are repulsive just in the sense of what they are, dead people who didn't quit die, corpses allowed to walk and think past their atomic burial. They reek. They are falling apart. They have no skin to caress, no lips to purse in disgust or lay upon a partner or friend. They are not allotted the kindness of community we see in the settlements. They band together to share their pain, marked by what they once were and never asked who they could continue to be.
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dance macabre
let us have this dance of macabre!
strums of lullaby accompany our steps
spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence
people of all race, of all ages
humans and fae alike, mingling into one
isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?
rub away your tears, if you would
look above, my dear!
look how the ceilings crumbled,
forging a path upon the starry skies
under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace
one step forward, two steps back
a tango everyone desires
now then, don your brightest smiles!
as we are the prima donna of this palace
knightly boots replacing glass slippers
briars and thorns, prettier than roses
mere infatuations and lust desist,
only loyalty alone shall exist
hush now, dear
do not loathe me amidst parada
cease your sadness at once
bury your soul deep within one’s eyes
never let those speckles of aurora
be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass
for I have bestowed you the honor
of taking my hand for this dance
moving in front ochos,
I whisper to you eternal happiness
a promise that’ll never go unkept
holier than the eternal slumber
oh, if only the crowd would cheer!
rather than rotting beneath our feet
but fret not, my dear
as we have a long night ahead of us!
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IM ON THE GRIND AT 5K NOW AHAHAHAHA—
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@staticintone whispered a line !!
ram!vox swap ( accepting! )
“What’s wrong with you?! What happened to the frequency?”
the tone startled him. something about it was frantic or upset, he wasn't fully sure. shoulders drew in, making himself smaller. worry settling into his core. what had he done? he just got here, he hadn't meant to cause any problems. didn't alastor let him? or maybe he'd forgotten. he knew he was supposed to stay close to the hotel, but he couldn't really remember how he had gotten all the way outside without walking there himself. or traveling through the networks. but he couldn't recall those things.
❛ i ... i'm sorry, i don't know what you mean. ❜ cycling through varied frequencies, pulling words as necessary to fill his vocabulary. mental barriers too in place to figure out what he was talking about.
❛ i don't know what happened. i was in my room ... && then i wasn't. i was on my way back, it took a while to find the exit to that place i was. big building, many windows. confusing. ❜
meek in his own tone, gaze settling on alastor's face. relaxing him instinctively, really, offering a shaky, uncertain smile.
❛ i don't mean to frustrate. ❜
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i feel so stupid holding her like this
@rubbyyysruby @nickelw what ur guys giraffe look like if u still have? Broo ive had her for as long as I can remember I used to go on vacation a lot with my family at the beach and id always drag her with me i held her by the neck so i was always strangling her so now her head just flops it doesnt help she was submerged in water half of the time shes in surprisingly good shape tho after all she went through lol actually she kinda looks traumatized she got that thousand yard stare
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8:58 AM EDT September 5, 2024:
Obituary - "Deadly Intentions"
From the album Slowly We Rot
(May 16, 1989)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Metal as Fuck
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HEAVY BIRTHDAY ALLEN WEST!!!
Octubre 17th 1967
ex Obituary
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There is a certain impotence to the American political experience. There is perhaps too little we can do, and too few people willing to do it.
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