— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑.
@noirscaped.bsky.social
╰➤ 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
Pinned
You don't know why she's dressed like that, but you tell her she's a fool if she thinks that PALTRY DISGUISE would hide her from you. You'd recognize that scent anywhere.
Your only regret regarding her untimely demise was that you never got to SLAY this particular SOVEREIGN yourself.
Your only regret regarding her untimely demise was that you never got to SLAY this particular SOVEREIGN yourself.
You can't help but feel the flame of undying fury burning in your chest. The mere sight of this– *Sickening Sycophant* makes you rather sick. You only have one way to greet someone of his caliber:
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
YOU KILLED HER FOR SURE. LAST YOU SAW OF THIS REGAL FLOOZY SHE WAS A SMOKING BLACK STAIN ON THE FLOOR.
September 2, 2025 at 3:26 AM
You don't know why she's dressed like that, but you tell her she's a fool if she thinks that PALTRY DISGUISE would hide her from you. You'd recognize that scent anywhere.
Your only regret regarding her untimely demise was that you never got to SLAY this particular SOVEREIGN yourself.
Your only regret regarding her untimely demise was that you never got to SLAY this particular SOVEREIGN yourself.
Reposted by — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑.
You can't help but feel the flame of undying fury burning in your chest. The mere sight of this– *Sickening Sycophant* makes you rather sick. You only have one way to greet someone of his caliber:
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
YOU KILLED HER FOR SURE. LAST YOU SAW OF THIS REGAL FLOOZY SHE WAS A SMOKING BLACK STAIN ON THE FLOOR.
September 2, 2025 at 3:19 AM
You can't help but feel the flame of undying fury burning in your chest. The mere sight of this– *Sickening Sycophant* makes you rather sick. You only have one way to greet someone of his caliber:
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓕𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓸𝓽.
NOW YOU KNOW THE UNIVERSE IS FUCKING WITH YOU.
September 2, 2025 at 3:12 AM
NOW YOU KNOW THE UNIVERSE IS FUCKING WITH YOU.
[ Closed starter for @postal-deeds.bsky.social. ]
Swordplay. Power.
Hacking away at nothing. Blood for bloods sake. The rush, the burn of muscles pushed too far, the nigh-silent way that your flashing blade cut through flesh—cleaving suckers in half.
It was liberating.
Swordplay. Power.
Hacking away at nothing. Blood for bloods sake. The rush, the burn of muscles pushed too far, the nigh-silent way that your flashing blade cut through flesh—cleaving suckers in half.
It was liberating.
August 31, 2025 at 7:13 AM
[ Closed starter for @postal-deeds.bsky.social. ]
Swordplay. Power.
Hacking away at nothing. Blood for bloods sake. The rush, the burn of muscles pushed too far, the nigh-silent way that your flashing blade cut through flesh—cleaving suckers in half.
It was liberating.
Swordplay. Power.
Hacking away at nothing. Blood for bloods sake. The rush, the burn of muscles pushed too far, the nigh-silent way that your flashing blade cut through flesh—cleaving suckers in half.
It was liberating.
GOD DAMMIT. FINE. GRAB YOUR SWORD.
YOU GUESS YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW.
YOU GUESS YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW.
August 31, 2025 at 6:17 AM
GOD DAMMIT. FINE. GRAB YOUR SWORD.
YOU GUESS YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW.
YOU GUESS YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW.
YOU WERE JOKING.
August 31, 2025 at 6:13 AM
YOU WERE JOKING.
You remember when you put a hole through the Mayor's chest.
August 31, 2025 at 6:10 AM
You remember when you put a hole through the Mayor's chest.
BARKBARAKRBAKABARAKBARKBARKBRAKKAKAKBARKBARK
August 31, 2025 at 4:27 AM
BARKBARAKRBAKABARAKBARKBARKBRAKKAKAKBARKBARK
YOU SURE ARE GLAD THESE KIDS CAN'T DIE FOR REAL BECAUSE HOO BOY WOULD YOU BE GETTING IN A LOT OF TROUBLE FOR THE THINGS YOU'RE ABOUT TO DO.
That's because life didn't exist that far back.
He mentally snarks.
He mentally snarks.
Back in YOUR day, once someone died, THAT WAS IT. None of this fancy RESSURECTION or DREAM BUBBLE buisness.
August 31, 2025 at 4:23 AM
YOU SURE ARE GLAD THESE KIDS CAN'T DIE FOR REAL BECAUSE HOO BOY WOULD YOU BE GETTING IN A LOT OF TROUBLE FOR THE THINGS YOU'RE ABOUT TO DO.
Grumble grumble stupid dead kids and their stupid pseudo immortality bluh bluh bluh.
August 31, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Grumble grumble stupid dead kids and their stupid pseudo immortality bluh bluh bluh.
❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬.❞
August 31, 2025 at 3:34 AM
❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐆𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬.❞
MOTHER FUCKER
August 31, 2025 at 3:33 AM
MOTHER FUCKER
You don't actually care what they're made out of.
It's been a good three years since you've put something in your body, and the lack of any SCARY WHITE DOGS around makes this the perfect opportunity.
Put the nuggets in the bag and nobody gets hurt, you tell him.
It's been a good three years since you've put something in your body, and the lack of any SCARY WHITE DOGS around makes this the perfect opportunity.
Put the nuggets in the bag and nobody gets hurt, you tell him.
August 31, 2025 at 3:29 AM
You don't actually care what they're made out of.
It's been a good three years since you've put something in your body, and the lack of any SCARY WHITE DOGS around makes this the perfect opportunity.
Put the nuggets in the bag and nobody gets hurt, you tell him.
It's been a good three years since you've put something in your body, and the lack of any SCARY WHITE DOGS around makes this the perfect opportunity.
Put the nuggets in the bag and nobody gets hurt, you tell him.
Reposted by — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌊—㠪mbraceㅤyourㅤinnerㅤseaㅤcreature,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤjustㅤdiveㅤinㅤandㅤmakeㅤaㅤ𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ﹗ ˚◦🐠
ㅤㅤㅤㅤjustㅤdiveㅤinㅤandㅤmakeㅤaㅤ𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ﹗ ˚◦🐠
August 30, 2025 at 5:44 PM
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌊—㠪mbraceㅤyourㅤinnerㅤseaㅤcreature,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤjustㅤdiveㅤinㅤandㅤmakeㅤaㅤ𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ﹗ ˚◦🐠
ㅤㅤㅤㅤjustㅤdiveㅤinㅤandㅤmakeㅤaㅤ𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ﹗ ˚◦🐠
You are almost certain that you've killed everybody here at least once before.
You are starting to wonder if there's some unseen force resurrecting all of your victims with the specific goal of gaslighting you.
You are starting to wonder if there's some unseen force resurrecting all of your victims with the specific goal of gaslighting you.
August 31, 2025 at 3:18 AM
You are almost certain that you've killed everybody here at least once before.
You are starting to wonder if there's some unseen force resurrecting all of your victims with the specific goal of gaslighting you.
You are starting to wonder if there's some unseen force resurrecting all of your victims with the specific goal of gaslighting you.
❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄...❞
well youre not gettin em from MY wife!!
❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.❞
August 29, 2025 at 8:43 AM
❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄...❞
❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.❞
dollie, puppy want walkies :3
August 29, 2025 at 8:41 AM
❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.❞
If it's kids that need stabbing, there's only one Bark for the job.
August 25, 2025 at 1:22 AM
If it's kids that need stabbing, there's only one Bark for the job.
What the fuck is a cellphone? Just call people over Walkie Talkies like normal people.
August 25, 2025 at 12:33 AM
What the fuck is a cellphone? Just call people over Walkie Talkies like normal people.
Unbelievable. For a moment, you thought you and she might be able to reach an uneasy truce. But no, she is just as furious as ever.
The Ring hath no fury, you swear. She is never going to stop. Her delivery is justice, and as you know all too well, nothing stops the mail.
The Ring hath no fury, you swear. She is never going to stop. Her delivery is justice, and as you know all too well, nothing stops the mail.
August 24, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Unbelievable. For a moment, you thought you and she might be able to reach an uneasy truce. But no, she is just as furious as ever.
The Ring hath no fury, you swear. She is never going to stop. Her delivery is justice, and as you know all too well, nothing stops the mail.
The Ring hath no fury, you swear. She is never going to stop. Her delivery is justice, and as you know all too well, nothing stops the mail.
You ask if the two of you can just bury the fucking hatchet already. Get to know each other a little? You are so tired of running.
What did you even do, anyways? Just a couple of routine murders, which was THREE YEARS AGO already.
What did you even do, anyways? Just a couple of routine murders, which was THREE YEARS AGO already.
August 24, 2025 at 12:15 AM
You ask if the two of you can just bury the fucking hatchet already. Get to know each other a little? You are so tired of running.
What did you even do, anyways? Just a couple of routine murders, which was THREE YEARS AGO already.
What did you even do, anyways? Just a couple of routine murders, which was THREE YEARS AGO already.
You see it so you See it you see.
August 24, 2025 at 12:11 AM
You see it so you See it you see.
The MENDICANT's rage has quelled. Perhaps it is safe, now, to come out of hiding?
August 23, 2025 at 6:49 AM
The MENDICANT's rage has quelled. Perhaps it is safe, now, to come out of hiding?