𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
@primordinations.bsky.social
https://primordinations.carrd.co/
∘₊✧ ＨＥＡＲＴ ， ＳＯＵＬ ， 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬
ㅤㅤ𝐎𝐅 ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧˖*°࿐
ㅤㅤㅤ▽ #HorrorRP #OCRP #MVRP
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚, @lady-of-evil ❣︎
∘₊✧ ＨＥＡＲＴ ， ＳＯＵＬ ， 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬
ㅤㅤ𝐎𝐅 ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ✧˖*°࿐
ㅤㅤㅤ▽ #HorrorRP #OCRP #MVRP
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚, @lady-of-evil ❣︎
Pinned
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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ㅤi'm a champion of human wrongs 💕
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ㅤi'm a champion of human wrongs 💕
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May 3, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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ㅤi'm a champion of human wrongs 💕
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ㅤi'm a champion of human wrongs 💕
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
What's wrong with running away from reality if it sucks .ᐣ.ᐟ
November 30, 2025 at 10:19 PM
What's wrong with running away from reality if it sucks .ᐣ.ᐟ
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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#SeductiveSunday
« 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 ... »
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ㅤ𝐬𝐢𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.
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#SeductiveSunday
« 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 ... »
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ㅤ𝐬𝐢𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.
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May 18, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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#SeductiveSunday
« 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 ... »
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ㅤ𝐬𝐢𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.
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#SeductiveSunday
« 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 ... »
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ㅤ𝐬𝐢𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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September 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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November 29, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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[ 3. ]
"Cause of death?"
One of the students dutifully raises their hand, met with a nod from the professor.
"Gunshot, clearly self-inflicted."
"Very good, Sandra. You'll be working with the heart."
Mason sees the empty canopic jars clink beside him, too dazed to ascertain their purpose.
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[ 3. ]
"Cause of death?"
One of the students dutifully raises their hand, met with a nod from the professor.
"Gunshot, clearly self-inflicted."
"Very good, Sandra. You'll be working with the heart."
Mason sees the empty canopic jars clink beside him, too dazed to ascertain their purpose.
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November 29, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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[ 3. ]
"Cause of death?"
One of the students dutifully raises their hand, met with a nod from the professor.
"Gunshot, clearly self-inflicted."
"Very good, Sandra. You'll be working with the heart."
Mason sees the empty canopic jars clink beside him, too dazed to ascertain their purpose.
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[ 3. ]
"Cause of death?"
One of the students dutifully raises their hand, met with a nod from the professor.
"Gunshot, clearly self-inflicted."
"Very good, Sandra. You'll be working with the heart."
Mason sees the empty canopic jars clink beside him, too dazed to ascertain their purpose.
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[ 2. ]
The silence stretches on, until a single boot crosses into the dim light, swarthy fingers lightly prodding the creaking, yet intact, door.
"Oh, nono𝘯𝘰, Mason..."
His hands meet behind his back as he approaches the body, golden eyes surveilling the room with a saccharine smile.
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[ 2. ]
The silence stretches on, until a single boot crosses into the dim light, swarthy fingers lightly prodding the creaking, yet intact, door.
"Oh, nono𝘯𝘰, Mason..."
His hands meet behind his back as he approaches the body, golden eyes surveilling the room with a saccharine smile.
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November 29, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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[ 2. ]
The silence stretches on, until a single boot crosses into the dim light, swarthy fingers lightly prodding the creaking, yet intact, door.
"Oh, nono𝘯𝘰, Mason..."
His hands meet behind his back as he approaches the body, golden eyes surveilling the room with a saccharine smile.
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[ 2. ]
The silence stretches on, until a single boot crosses into the dim light, swarthy fingers lightly prodding the creaking, yet intact, door.
"Oh, nono𝘯𝘰, Mason..."
His hands meet behind his back as he approaches the body, golden eyes surveilling the room with a saccharine smile.
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[ 1. ] 𝒕𝒘: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆.
"𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰– 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌–" The sound of footsteps clattering down flights of stairs, door slammed shut behind. A frenzy of murmurs and pleas as the man flies to the workbench, slotting mechanical pieces together haphazardly. "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰–"
𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎.
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[ 1. ] 𝒕𝒘: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆.
"𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰– 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌–" The sound of footsteps clattering down flights of stairs, door slammed shut behind. A frenzy of murmurs and pleas as the man flies to the workbench, slotting mechanical pieces together haphazardly. "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰–"
𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎.
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November 29, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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[ 1. ] 𝒕𝒘: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆.
"𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰– 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌–" The sound of footsteps clattering down flights of stairs, door slammed shut behind. A frenzy of murmurs and pleas as the man flies to the workbench, slotting mechanical pieces together haphazardly. "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰–"
𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎.
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[ 1. ] 𝒕𝒘: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆.
"𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘰– 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌–" The sound of footsteps clattering down flights of stairs, door slammed shut behind. A frenzy of murmurs and pleas as the man flies to the workbench, slotting mechanical pieces together haphazardly. "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰–"
𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎. 𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎.
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
ㅤ
The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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November 29, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
ㅤ
The halls of the Institute fall silent. Only one soul stirs at this unholy hour, perusing tomes from his vast library by candlelight. The gilded nameplate reads:
ㅤ𝐃𝐑. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐑.
Does one dare cross the threshold, or do nerves strike and yet spare that ill-fated meeting for another day?
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
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ㅤNightmares stalk and stamp at the edges of weary sight, corralling quarry to cluttered desks and empty bottles. Each sleepless night, a procession, borne up ever closer to his tender embrace.
ㅤMan. Well worn comfort toy. Golden apple of ever-wandering eyes.
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ㅤNightmares stalk and stamp at the edges of weary sight, corralling quarry to cluttered desks and empty bottles. Each sleepless night, a procession, borne up ever closer to his tender embrace.
ㅤMan. Well worn comfort toy. Golden apple of ever-wandering eyes.
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April 13, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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ㅤNightmares stalk and stamp at the edges of weary sight, corralling quarry to cluttered desks and empty bottles. Each sleepless night, a procession, borne up ever closer to his tender embrace.
ㅤMan. Well worn comfort toy. Golden apple of ever-wandering eyes.
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ㅤNightmares stalk and stamp at the edges of weary sight, corralling quarry to cluttered desks and empty bottles. Each sleepless night, a procession, borne up ever closer to his tender embrace.
ㅤMan. Well worn comfort toy. Golden apple of ever-wandering eyes.
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon them!
November 20, 2025 at 6:36 PM
some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon them!
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
sometimes i think of doing terrible things, i know i shouldn't think it but i do anyway.
November 24, 2025 at 4:01 AM
sometimes i think of doing terrible things, i know i shouldn't think it but i do anyway.
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ANOTHER SATISFIED
CUSTOMER!~
DON'T FORGET!
CALL 1-800-BLACK-HAT
FOR 𝘼𝙇𝙇 YOUR
CHAOTIC NEEDS! 🖤
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ANOTHER SATISFIED
CUSTOMER!~
DON'T FORGET!
CALL 1-800-BLACK-HAT
FOR 𝘼𝙇𝙇 YOUR
CHAOTIC NEEDS! 🖤
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[ He can't even pretend to be upset about that, it sounds like a boon worth having— ]
@aperturecaptured.bsky.social
ㅤTiny vessel!~ Happy Monday! Looks like you, my little lucky ducky, got one of the permanent ones! Hyyyype! Permanent without surgical intervention anyway–
ㅤEnjoy the ass teeth!
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ㅤTiny vessel!~ Happy Monday! Looks like you, my little lucky ducky, got one of the permanent ones! Hyyyype! Permanent without surgical intervention anyway–
ㅤEnjoy the ass teeth!
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November 25, 2025 at 1:48 AM
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ANOTHER SATISFIED
CUSTOMER!~
DON'T FORGET!
CALL 1-800-BLACK-HAT
FOR 𝘼𝙇𝙇 YOUR
CHAOTIC NEEDS! 🖤
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ANOTHER SATISFIED
CUSTOMER!~
DON'T FORGET!
CALL 1-800-BLACK-HAT
FOR 𝘼𝙇𝙇 YOUR
CHAOTIC NEEDS! 🖤
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Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
I LOVE MY ONE SINGLE MARRIED STRAIGHT DAD FROM BEYOND
November 24, 2025 at 9:35 PM
I LOVE MY ONE SINGLE MARRIED STRAIGHT DAD FROM BEYOND
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ㅤH A P P Y
#MAGNANIMOUSMONDAY ‼️
ㅤ♡ THIS POST FOR ONE (1)
ㅤRANDOM BOON OF CHAOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤᵈⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ ` ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉ
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ㅤH A P P Y
#MAGNANIMOUSMONDAY ‼️
ㅤ♡ THIS POST FOR ONE (1)
ㅤRANDOM BOON OF CHAOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤᵈⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ ` ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉ
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November 24, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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ㅤH A P P Y
#MAGNANIMOUSMONDAY ‼️
ㅤ♡ THIS POST FOR ONE (1)
ㅤRANDOM BOON OF CHAOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤᵈⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ ` ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉ
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ㅤH A P P Y
#MAGNANIMOUSMONDAY ‼️
ㅤ♡ THIS POST FOR ONE (1)
ㅤRANDOM BOON OF CHAOS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤᵈⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ ` ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉ
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November 23, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚝
[ for @lady-of-evil.bsky.social ]
' 𝑵 𝑬 𝑭 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 . '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... 𝘕𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘱?"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—————
𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚝
[ for @lady-of-evil.bsky.social ]
' 𝑵 𝑬 𝑭 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 . '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... 𝘕𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘱?"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—————
November 22, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚝
[ for @lady-of-evil.bsky.social ]
' 𝑵 𝑬 𝑭 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 . '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... 𝘕𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘱?"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—————
𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚝
[ for @lady-of-evil.bsky.social ]
' 𝑵 𝑬 𝑭 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 . '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... 𝘕𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘱?"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—————
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
i can't keep lying to myself, saying i'm going to change. i'm poison. i come from poison. i have poison inside me and i destroy everything i touch. that's my legacy.
November 21, 2025 at 1:39 PM
i can't keep lying to myself, saying i'm going to change. i'm poison. i come from poison. i have poison inside me and i destroy everything i touch. that's my legacy.
// SHIP PLAYLIST, in collaboration with the lovely @lady-of-evil.bsky.social 🖤
( yes their ship name is feverpitch ✨️ )
youtube.com/playlist?lis...
( yes their ship name is feverpitch ✨️ )
youtube.com/playlist?lis...
FEVERPITCH - YouTube
youtube.com
November 21, 2025 at 10:42 PM
// SHIP PLAYLIST, in collaboration with the lovely @lady-of-evil.bsky.social 🖤
( yes their ship name is feverpitch ✨️ )
youtube.com/playlist?lis...
( yes their ship name is feverpitch ✨️ )
youtube.com/playlist?lis...
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
either people change or they die before they do. it’s one or the other.
November 21, 2025 at 4:49 AM
either people change or they die before they do. it’s one or the other.
Reposted by 𓆃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
immortality isn't living forever
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
November 18, 2025 at 4:48 PM
immortality isn't living forever
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
that's not what it feels like
immortality is everybody else dying
// a crumb of natty backstory i wrote a while ago, as promised–
November 18, 2025 at 3:24 AM
// a crumb of natty backstory i wrote a while ago, as promised–