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āUm...hello!ā
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pern1c1ous replied to your post: so discord seems to be down huh
rip. discord is pretty good about patching stuff in a timely manner, though.
i came back from getting snacks and found discord unresponsive..... hopefully it comes back up soon i wanna play dnd
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EVERYONE SHUT UP STITCH IS ONLINE.
#I HAVE PEOPLE WHO BRIGHTEN MY DASH#THERE'S:#boomtm#benignbaste#pern1c1ous#gclgcthasterrcr#and5teven#'ND I GUESS ALSO#saevits#MAYBE#HEARTS BLATHERIN'#BUT THIS IS EXCITED FER STITCH HOURS
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@pern1c1ous
oh hhaha
Ā you have the wrong king innovator
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@pern1c1ous In Life I Was Quite Sane, 6ut Alas The Centuries 9f Death Have Taken A T9ll 9n My Psyche.
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pern1c1ous replied to your post āHuh.ā
Good on you.
Guessin that means youāre still keepin at least one foot out the coffin too.
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@pern1c1ous I think you mean baffling.
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Are you alright?
i am good. only aĀ perturbed moment
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Not as much as I have missed you, I'm sure, my mirror.
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@pern1c1ous
His Majesty, the real Virus, isnāt dead. heās just got more important things to do than keep the friendly parts of him active all the time.
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Cutting the Strings
The Demoness is like a star against your hide, burning with hellish intent, too stark and violent to be called beautiful, too enthralling to be called anything but. You might like her, given time, might come to some appreciation for her as a singular entity relating to another, but that small thought is fleeting and darts through your enormity like a single silver fingerling amidst an endless black ocean.
It is hard to look at her and notĀ see the scars of the GREEN SUN, spreading out of her and reality like a mess of splintered cracks in glass. The puppet is worse, reality all twisted up and pierced by needles of terrible light. Even belongingĀ here, as it does, itās still wrong. Like a tangle of yarn, knotted badly against the fabric of existence. It itches and grates, like glass under the skin, like the memory of infection.
Innovator, though, blown ragged and washed out to your senses uncountable. Vast beyond belief to your tiny, insignificant, mortalĀ self, but to you now, so very delicate and frail and growing weaker still. To be here is a sickness for him, an illness that infects not just his flesh but his vast Godhood. It makes you remember something curdling in your gut, hot and tight and agonizing.Ā
It is so very easy to follow that feeling into the physical world, pulling back the threads of existence like one splits the skin of an overripe fruit. You oozeĀ into the space left behind, reaching out almost absently to correct the arrival of the Demoness. She has never known your being, the way reality begins to melt away like ice in a hot pan, like a body falling to rot. It would not do to have her dashed against your weight like an egg dropped from the tallest building - at least not now. She is here to help, a tiny part of you reminds itself. You can use that - and you willĀ need it.
Innovator is all you can see, despite the multitude of eyes fixed solely upon Doc Scratch, glowing so green theyāre white and empty, like pits. Hungry. The approximation of guts twists up like a dying thing to see your heart so, weakened and desperate and afraid. Makes you remember what fear is like, if distantly, to know that you merely beingĀ in this place, like this, is going to wound him further.
āDemoness? See to him, pĶĢĶĢ¦Ģ¤lĶĢ¹Ģ¹Ģ®eĢŗĶaĢ”Ģ³sĢøĢĶĶĢ£ĶeĢµĶĢĢ¤ĶĢÆĢ¹Ģ¦.ā Your voice, even as a whisper, deafens like the silence found at the end of all existence.
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pern1c1ous replied to your post: Hm. Interesting, interesting.
Evening, love.
Good evening, Icarus.
I hope youāre well.
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pern1c1ous reblogged your post and added: āYāALL EVER JUST ...ā
Quite loud of you.
SOMEONE HAS TO BE āND IāVE BEEN QUIET FER TOO LONG.
TIME TO BLARE THE LUNGS BEFORE SETTLINā FER TEA TIME WITH DEATH. I OWE IT TO HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT.
CARE TāJOIN US, PERN?
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@pern1c1ous @ssunspotted
ššš Oh, such generous philanthropists, so willing to help me in my time of need.
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