Miquella set off for the tower enshrouded by shadow, abandoning everything—his golden flesh, his blinding strength, even his fate. All in an effort to bury the original sin. To embrace the whole of it, and be reborn as a new god.
November 25, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Miquella set off for the tower enshrouded by shadow, abandoning everything—his golden flesh, his blinding strength, even his fate. All in an effort to bury the original sin. To embrace the whole of it, and be reborn as a new god.
This is fate. I tasted too much. I will never bow to fate. Even if every time fate brings me to the same end... I would rather wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.
November 25, 2025 at 2:26 PM
This is fate. I tasted too much. I will never bow to fate. Even if every time fate brings me to the same end... I would rather wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.
Once upon a time, the size of the moon would tell me the difference between the dream and the waking world. Is the dream a nightmare or is the nightmare the waking world?
November 25, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Once upon a time, the size of the moon would tell me the difference between the dream and the waking world. Is the dream a nightmare or is the nightmare the waking world?
Tell me, did the heavens open up? Did the Focus of this town show? Did these… hands… reveal themselves?
November 25, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Tell me, did the heavens open up? Did the Focus of this town show? Did these… hands… reveal themselves?
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
November 25, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
November 25, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
The angel is a nightmare. Their purpose is to instill primal, oppressive horror. I think if angels existed, they'd resemble a divine pillar of light, from the heavens to the earth. Devoid of anything remotely human.
November 24, 2025 at 11:27 PM
The angel is a nightmare. Their purpose is to instill primal, oppressive horror. I think if angels existed, they'd resemble a divine pillar of light, from the heavens to the earth. Devoid of anything remotely human.
I wanted to be your Eden
I wanted to be your Eve
I just wanted to be your good girl
But then I grew into a man
I wanted to be your Eve
I just wanted to be your good girl
But then I grew into a man
November 24, 2025 at 8:27 PM
I wanted to be your Eden
I wanted to be your Eve
I just wanted to be your good girl
But then I grew into a man
I wanted to be your Eve
I just wanted to be your good girl
But then I grew into a man
That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
November 24, 2025 at 5:26 PM
That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
I’ve come to a realization… There’s ample evidence… Without Kindly Miquella’s influence… I’m quite mistrustful of others…
November 24, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I’ve come to a realization… There’s ample evidence… Without Kindly Miquella’s influence… I’m quite mistrustful of others…
And if you love me
Can you love your everything too, for me?
Can you love your everything too, for me?
November 24, 2025 at 11:27 AM
And if you love me
Can you love your everything too, for me?
Can you love your everything too, for me?
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
November 24, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
Choose a future, choose a past. You are free. You are the only free man I see here. It's how I fell in love with you.
November 24, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Choose a future, choose a past. You are free. You are the only free man I see here. It's how I fell in love with you.
Once upon a time, the size of the moon would tell me the difference between the dream and the waking world. Is the dream a nightmare or is the nightmare the waking world?
November 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Once upon a time, the size of the moon would tell me the difference between the dream and the waking world. Is the dream a nightmare or is the nightmare the waking world?
I would abandon this soil, with mine order. Wouldst thou come to me, even now, my one and only lord?
November 23, 2025 at 11:27 PM
I would abandon this soil, with mine order. Wouldst thou come to me, even now, my one and only lord?
It was thus I first came to meet those souls who harbored faith, and was able to light that flame. I pray that this flame can show the way forward, that it may give those who crawl the legs to run, that it sheds the darkness, that it reveals the true light of hope.
November 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM
It was thus I first came to meet those souls who harbored faith, and was able to light that flame. I pray that this flame can show the way forward, that it may give those who crawl the legs to run, that it sheds the darkness, that it reveals the true light of hope.
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
November 23, 2025 at 5:26 PM
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
I wished for all girls to never have cramps again!
November 23, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I wished for all girls to never have cramps again!
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
November 23, 2025 at 11:26 AM
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?
November 23, 2025 at 8:27 AM
However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?
Falling in love hits different when you know they're a paid actor sent by the CIA to distract you from dedicating your life to dismantling the government
November 23, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Falling in love hits different when you know they're a paid actor sent by the CIA to distract you from dedicating your life to dismantling the government
So, you are capable of love too… That's truly beautiful. Many in this town are in love, but none of them are loving…
November 23, 2025 at 2:27 AM
So, you are capable of love too… That's truly beautiful. Many in this town are in love, but none of them are loving…
That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
November 22, 2025 at 11:27 PM
That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
November 22, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
Hunters have told me about the Church, about the Gods and their love. But, do the Gods love their creations? I am a doll created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?
November 22, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Hunters have told me about the Church, about the Gods and their love. But, do the Gods love their creations? I am a doll created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?