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ʙᴀᴛʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢʟᴏᴡ,
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ . . .

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(( and you underestimate how committed Sebastian can be to
January 29, 2026 at 3:01 PM
(( one of them just demands pets and the other demands to be taken to the dalamadur skeleton
January 29, 2026 at 2:43 PM
(( there’s enough of the thirteenth promise for two very mentally ill serpahic-adjacent critters [ closes my eyes ]
January 29, 2026 at 2:43 PM
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ON THIS SIDE OF THE RING: A BROKEN, HOPELESSLY NEEDY, CLINGY, DEFINITELY OBSESSIVE, ROTTING CARCASS OF A SERAPH BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE!

AND ON THE OTHER: A BROKEN, HOPELESSLY NEEDY, CLINGY, DEFINITELY OBSESSIVE, ROTTING CARCASS OF A SERAPH BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE!
January 29, 2026 at 6:19 AM
(( an easy win for alice that wylk bird is fighting no one for the right to anything
January 29, 2026 at 6:31 AM
(( well, she-ol i guess now you have a reason to avoid talking altogether and just curling up in your nest and going catatonic until the thirteenth returns to you because at least that one surely will not abandon you too right? RIGHT?
January 29, 2026 at 6:11 AM
(( imagine being disowned right in front of your face lmao I’d probably kms
January 29, 2026 at 6:11 AM
(( eternity is happy for them. to some degree. freedom is freedom even in death. but oblivion weeps and weeps and weeps and it feels betrayed.
January 29, 2026 at 6:11 AM
❝     𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 … 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.   ❞
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
. . . .
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
❝     𝒚𝒆𝒕   𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔,     𝒂𝒆𝒗’𝒅𝒅𝒓𝒚𝒔——𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏 … 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆   𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔   𝒎𝒂𝒚   𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓   𝒃𝒆   𝒘𝒐𝒏.   ❞
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
❝     𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓   𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍   𝒕𝒐   𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆   𝒊𝒔    𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆   ...   𝒂𝒔   𝒊𝒔    &    𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔   𝒉𝒂𝒔   𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏   𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓   𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕   𝒇𝒐𝒓   𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆   ...    ❞
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
theres a  chilling quietness  to  reverberate  voice. hollow. devoid of what truly afflicts the angelic-wyrm as its gaze [ what you can assume to be thus ] looks to the darkness that beckons its return.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ,
ꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ?
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
in the end . . .
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
silent  as  the  cosmic  breeze  is  their  step  backward  until  they  stand  farther  away  from its knight——former, for it has made its choice.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
OBLIVION BRISTLES.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
there  is  no hope,   it has long realized   ...   a truth which rests  on  the  shoulders  of  a  lonely  broken  god.    though some  part of itself still  remains  strong   &   hopeful, ETERNITY is far FAR away. DISCONNECTED.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
the cruel reality that every  living  organism  it  has touched  perished  or  were perverted  gruesomely.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
it  festers  at  the  heart  of  ETERNITY  like  a  cancer   ———   the  ALL - BLACK OBLIVION CONSUMED BY THE HOPELESSNESS AND DESPAIR OF IT ALL.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
&&. oh  how  their  butchers  must  be  elated;    wars  upon  wars   &   the  guardians, its most brilliant brigade of Royal Knights,   those who’ve fought  for  life,  falling  the  very  moment  they  seem  to  be  prevailing.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM
so  speak  the  voices  of  a  billion  galaxies,  weeping  stars for  the  wisps  of  bloodied  souls  about  them.
January 29, 2026 at 6:01 AM