i wish i felt like there was a tiny bit of magic left to scrape in this world, but no. they took it all.

change is not the consequences of an event. change is a process, a continuity of events, a pipeline through which a new tomorrow is born.

perhaps it is half-hearted, but i'll still say it. to a new tomorrow.

The ideal character design is a girl with sharp, pointy teeth and disturbing hobbies who creeps her friends out and whose eyes look like hell.

"The next jade line train to Weeping Lake arrives in three minutes. Please remember that the jade line no longer provides service to Cathedral Street, Azimuth Station, or Departure Arch. No effort will be made to retrieve passengers who disembark at those stations."

whoever/whatever designed this universe/me is a sadist/a piece of shit

The ARACHNIXE system

A - Angels deserve to fall
R - Red flags are hot
A - ACAB, even when the cop is god
C - Condone fictional harm
H - Horny fics are worth writing
N - Never accept a fated destiny
I - Ink your skin for gender reasons
X - Xtravagantly self-indulge
E - Embrace evil

Rightwing and rightwing tolerant websites are a fucking dime a dozen. Can't we have ONE space where we draw a line in the sand against that shit? Fash are gonna claim there's a bias against them either way, let's give them something to actually complain about for ONCE.

i thought i could be explained as human until i had a glimpse of Her

now i know. humanity is too constraining a mold to fit these feelings

it was only a cage, chains holding me back from all i am that flows beyond reality

it's beautiful... but a terrible thing to realize.

each and every power you invite into your body changes you; there is no such thing as a mere cantrip, a homeopathic dose incapable of growth. even exposure invites radiation's corruption.

it's no wonder that there are more dolls than there are witches.

slimy vampire who get their fill by osmosis

They drew my blood today, and when I saw the vials they were so pretty, such a vibrant red, and anyway I continue to be extremely normal about blood.

this place isn't for us. this world was not made for us. i feel it in my bones.

do you feel it too?

I seem to dream of demons quite often. It's sweet of them to seduce me again and again, as though concerned it won't stick and I might abandon the path I'm on. No, my friends, in my heart I'm always with you.

There's nothing quite like sharpening a knife. That delicious sound, the way the metal shines ...

And, of course, using a freshly sharpened knife is always such a joy. Look—see how easily the meat parts at its touch! You could almost forget to cry out in pain, hmm?

I'm sorry, I can't come in to work. I've got a naked and vulnerable trans girl in my arms, and I'm planning to do absolutely blasphemous things to her body, at least some of which will require immediate first aid.

I had some slightly spicy pics I was gonna post on here but I don't know how to add the little content filters onto the pic so instead here's a perfectly safe picture of a gorgon.

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