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i  don't  yet  have  any  access  to  him  since  i  am  working  on  his  plotline  but  you  are  so  so  so  welcome  to  interact  with  this  one  !! 

but  i  would  love  to  connect  again  &  share  social  medias  ++  disc  if  you  have  one  </3 

{II} ❝ WILL YOU EVER TAKE ME?  ❞ A PLEA FROM BLOOD STAINED LIPS. (DO YOU HEAR THE SHREDDING OF MY LUNGS, DEAREST? HEAR HOW I YEARN FOR YOUR HAND TO PULL ME FROM THIS HELL IVE CREATED ? )  SILENCE FOLLOWS THE SHARPNESS OF HER WORDS, still even in deaths face, QUEEN FINDS LEVERAGE—STILL HOLDS THE GAME OF HER CHOICE. IF THIS IS HELL, SHE WOULD FORCE YOU TO SUFFER WITH HER. ❝ OR SHALL YOU LICK MY WOUNDS AND TAUNT ME FOR YEARS TO COME ? ❞ a crack splinters through the air has long fingers flex, gripping onto a shard of stone to ATTEMPT TO PULL HERSELF FROM THE MANGLED MESS SHE HAS BECOME. BUT ALAS, NO SUCESS IN THE ACTION. ONLY A PAINED GROWN AS CORPSE IS DRUG SLIGHTLY TO HER SIDE, BLOWN PUPILS FINALLY FALLING ON THOSE OF HER COMPANION. 
            
            ❝ WILL YOU SET ME FREE? ❞

{I} THE ROCKS PROVIDED NO SOFT LANDING AS BONES SMASH AGAINST STONE—A RESEMBLANCE OF GLASS SHATTERING. BUT OH, MY LOVE, THIS WAS NO GLASS BUT INSTEAD IT WAS OUR QUEENS SPINE, RIBS,FINGERS, LEGS, AND SO MUCH MORE SNAPPING LIKE BRANCHES IN THE SUMMER HEAT. A ringing pain, white hot coursed through her system. Her nerves short circuited, not knowing which part to send the pain signals to first. Her twisted torso or the leg that was completely spun around . Or maybe the fingers the now looked like old coral . Crooked and blue.   All at once it hit , the pain reached every inch of her corpse . Mouth opened , releasing the shrillest of screams from  her vocal cords. A sound that didn’t cease until blood overflowed from blue lips and onto the sea stained stone. Each breath filled her lungs with a searing heat, broken ribs digging into the tissue as it rose and fell.Time moves slow, runs a cruel corse of eternal longing. The wielder of a blade strung across the throat of the wounded, a moving edge against the soft flesh of THE ONE YOU, @immortalshe ,LEFT BEHIND. 
            
            Obsession is an ugly thing, and it takes refuge in of desolation. It crawls from her stomach, sinking its filthy claws into her lungs, into her throat as it climbs, one jagged reach at a time. Climbs up until it finds its escape through her mouth, spilling onto the floor and watches as it scatters, a million needles seeking its way back inside MINAVERA'S BODY. It stirs as the being ventures closer, she feels her NOW, IN THE SALT AIR. ( FINALLY SHE WOULD SET ME FREE.)

@seuIuvr / based  

@vrnovas / honestly ! If we take the root of the problem out (me) and dissect it maybe we’ll come to the conclusion that I suck and none of my concepts are cool and funky fresh 

/ absolutely and to combat misogynistic totally uncool vibes i’ll just stop making girl characters it’s the only logical way to move forward .. doing the bare minimum of making a totally never before seen great value concepts is difficult but we’re in this together!! 

@vrnovas / thank you, ur condolences really means a lot to me. I just don’t understand? I do the bare minimum of making a really cool—never before seen— character and it’s like? People would rather interact with something so??? high maintenance and totally try hard vibe when I’m here? It’s misogynistic if you ask me. 

❝ I feel you. . .❞  eyes divert, flicking like the burning candle light she left behind, ❝ Threaded into my spine, clinging to me like some pathogenic cannibal eating away at whatever it is that you wa. . . .❞ worlds deteriorate from tongue , lost to ringing sounding through her head, A PAIN SO SHARP SHE FEELS AS IF SHE SPINNING. HAND RAISES, palm digging into her temple to release the phantom from inside her mind, and it subsides, slowly, retuning to the show drop meant to be forgotten. ❝ In the quiet . . ❞  SPACE BECOMES ABSOLUTE AS QUEEN STANDS BEFORE QUEEN, NO LESS THAN A MERE BREATH AWAY. ❝ in the disruption I feel you there l tormenting me . . . Always tormenting me. . . ❞ HEAD SHAKES AS BROWS DIP, hand raising to ghost the sculpt of cheek, trembling in air—SHE DARES REACH FORWARD, DARES PLACE THAT FREEZING PALM AGAINST ITS SURFACE. ❝ Do you understand / that / ? ❞

[ @vrnovas ]
            
            IT REMAINS, THE DAMNED SIGHT BEHIND CLOSED EYES. A CLAWED HAND REACHING UP FROM THE STRENUOUS WAVES TO GRASP AT THE FLEETING AIR UNTIL A TREMOR IS FELT IN PROXIMITY—A PALM OUTSTRETCHED, A GREAT FORCE TO BREAK THE TIDE AND FREE HER FROM THE DEEP. BUT. .. THE FACE IS FLEETING NOW, SLIDING AWAY BACK INTO THE RAIN. A GHOST PERHAPS, A SAVIOR IN THE FORM OF MISTY MEMORY—A DREAM THAT PLAGUES THE BEAST EVERY NIGHT; A LURE, MAYBE.  
            
            Silence lay steady against the bones of unholy defiance, against the walls of 
            beating despair and upmost distain. HER CONSCIOUSNESS LEADS HER INTO THE DARKNESS, INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST WHERE FEAR HOLDS NO MORE, INSTEAD RUINER FINDS THE SMALLEST OUNCE OF CONTEMPT, AS IF THIS CHAPTER IS SLOWLY UNFOLDING AND PERHAPS AN END IS NOWHERE NEAR. 
            
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            ❝ What have I done ? ❞  a mere whisper and yet it echoes through the dark , past the bending shadows that flicker from the corner of queens mind. FROM OWN FLICKER OF FACE, A PALENESS OF CURIOSITY, THE DECAY OF WEATHERED LIFE. she appears taken aback, confused even. WHAT HAD SHE DONE? As if this was all any of her choice—THIS HELL, this damned place and it’s filth and it’s shadows.  She approaches slow, a glistening of salted tears daring at the corner of frost bitten eyes, a TREMOR IN LIP, IN HANDS, IN BREATH . . { WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! } 
            

@goddessofrot / TYSM BUT YOURS??? OMG