@applecinnadog.bsky.social why are you look like that

bweeehh .

... hello ? it's so quiet ..

(they scream, alone. in agony. excruciating agony.)

(the child has frozen in place. his eye has ... rolled back.)

cinder - ? nn . no .. marshall ? why's everyone so scared ?

hhurting .

(He— it's got blood and bile everywhere. its so so so very sick.)

Ṃ̸͕͉̫̖̝̮̟̙̪̼̞̝̀̋̄̃̅̒̏̐͒̈́̾̚͘͝͝Y̵̱̤̳̗̼̠͈͗͆͊̓͛̏̎͗͘ͅ ̵̡̨̨̡̳̭̟͍̜̮͇̞̋͘ͅḚ̷̡̟͓̰̅̇̀͒̈́̏̾̇͘͠Y̴̥̅̽̚Ẽ̵͔͓ ̷̖̻͙͎̹̜̎́̃́͑͠I̵̯͙̟͎͇̠̲̘̯͂̆͆̈͊̾͝͝S̶̳͈̝̬̤͆͛̏̀̐͐͜͝͝ ̴̢̟̰̩̼͙̥̮͔̙̭̦͇̗̙́̈́͛̾̇̔̐̌̅̚͘M̷̼̺͈̪̩̈̆̚Ǫ̶̤̹̭̳̰̹̍͛̔͗͜V̵̨͔͉̼̱̲͇̭̘̼̲͍̥́I̵̖͜͝N̵̟̯͈̬̱͕̘̻͎̩̱͗̽̆̊͆̀͛̅̆̐̆̉̀̋̊G̴̨̭̝̝̰̗͕͈̬̝͈̖͓̍̆̋̿

M̸͚̋̄͑͝Ȳ̶̱̂͂̚ ̴͎̒͜Ẹ̴̞͓̩͔͖̾Y̴̡̹̳̹̬̓͆̚Ȅ̸̚ͅ ̵̨̥͉̱̳̉̒̓͆̓M̷̪̣̟̦̼̾͊͗̀ͅY̷͕̲͎̫͖̋̑̽̀̕ ̷̢̈́͜͜ͅĘ̶͔͓̖̉̕͜Ÿ̶̘̪̣͕́͛̕E̴̡̬̩̥͚̣̎͛̀̄ M̸͚̋̄͑͝Ȳ̶̱̂͂̚ ̴͎̒͜Ẹ̴̞͓̩͔͖̾Y̴̡̹̳̹̬̓͆̚Ȅ̸̚ͅ

(it's coming to your aid. it's coming it's coming it's coming. it can be good. it can save marshall. it can save them. it sees you, and it gently bites down on the back of your shirt, lifting you off the ground and tucking you under its wing where you cannot leave until it lets you go.)

targent . t̴̢̪͚̣̺̥̯͉̤͍̰̲̞̺̞͙͌̐̃̀̆́̉̓̈́̋̿̒͆͘͘͠ͅͅi̵̧̢̳̭̟͙̦̮͓̳̜̥̮̼̞̺̣̭͕̘͈̼̭͍̩̳̊̄̉͊́̊͒̒̌̒͌̓̃́̽̀̃̎͌̂͋̋͊̀̎̍͘͘͘͘͠m̴̛̛̦̝̹̗̙̤͔̮̜̻̼̮̤̮̮̝̲̺̩͊̇̆́̍̾͛̌́͛̃̆͋̐̈́̀̌̀́͋̑̿̈́͋̈́̑̾͐̉́ē̷͙̜̆̂̋̀̇̓͐̆̀͊͋̅̀̐̐͌̕͝ ̴̨̢̫͉̳̣̱͕̳̜̿̎͑͊́͋̈́̂͌̋͒̀̄̀͌͒͋̏͒̚͘͝t̷̠̱̦̏̐͗̂̎͌͐͛̈́̔͘͜͜͝͝ơ̷̧̨̛̗̼̙͕̩͓̳̺͉̤̭̜̾̉͋́̎́̅͋̐̃͑̌̍͐̃͛͗͑̎̿̽̃̅̋̂͘͝ ̸͉͖̱͍̹͙̟͒̔̿͋̓͂̑͘͝b̸̢̞̤̤̦̝͚̞̠̪̺̜̯̆̀̀̄͐͌̅̅̿̄̀̓ͅę̸̭̭͚̹̯̭́̈̊͋̊̄ ̵̢̢̧̛̖̦͖̠̹̠̥̠̼̣̥̖̻̲̣͎̟͈̮̜̜̙̻̪̻̤̓̾͊̄̋̑̈̎̍̃̄̽͐̃̀̈́̈́͛́̀̃̇̽̆͐̋͗̂̉͘͜͠ͅȓ̴̛̛̮̘̠͕̞̙͕͙̩̈́̃͌̍̈́̀͂̏͋̕͝i̶̡̛̤̦̥̐͆́̓̉̈́́̇̃̄͐̈́̅̒͆̍̀̉͘͝͝͝ḑ̶̨̬͓͙̤̺͈͉̬̱̠̺̖̞̝̬͉̥̯̲̗͎̤̦͍̘̥͎̀͂̽́̑̇̍̽͘͜͠ͅͅͅ ̶̢̛̭̝̭̺̞̥͍͚͉̥̩͈͈̰̞͍̰͈̜̪̻̙̹̭͈̭̩̓̏̽́͑́͋̌́̿́͒́͗̽͋̚͝͝o̷̡̢̞̰̥̩͔̝͙̱̙͌͌͆͛͂̇̌f̷̧̛͈̣̝̝̜̜̤̟͈̮̖̱͈̺̯̲̭̻̼̊ ̵̖̫̼̠̖̲̻̘͗̔̊͊͝ỳ̷̧̧̲͙͕̟̟̜͍͉͎̣͇͉̠̺̗̍̋o̸̦̺̘̦̺̭̖̖̬̺̤͂́̀͂̓͗̈̿̒̒͗̄͒͊͝ͅư̶̼̦͊̀̉̅̂́͛͌̎͌̚ ̴̡̡͉͈̟̳̲̪͍̟̭̹̟̰̜̫͎͈̹̘̟̤̼͈̰̮̼̪͇̙̼͓̍͂͗͂̅͒̀̄̏̉̍̍̽́̒͗̍̋͋̉̿̓̃͋̕̕͜.

(drawing cuz y not ahh)

hehehehehehe !!!

(purring in contentment ~)

( @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social ) (the kitten has split itself into two. there's little evidence on its body to suggest that it's been torn, aside from the stains of inky blood on the floor. it grooms itself as if nothing happened.)

(it stares at you in silence.)

(it's curled up, protecting its body while the others in the house go about speaking of what it cannot hear. its eye is open, but its hardly focused on this plane of its existence.)

(simply rolling over onto its back. it's oddly... relaxed.)

(it sits on the couch as a cat, next to @maskedmastermind.bsky.social 's body.)

(p̸u̸p̸p̶e̶t̴e̵e̷r̶i̷n̶g̸ isn't as easy as it looks. it'll get there. it's just a matter of getting used to f̴l̸e̶s̴h̸ ̵a̸n̸d̸ ̴b̶o̵n̸e̶ again.) (it stumbles while descole's limbs are practically flinging about, stopping and moving like a wind-up doll.)

(it’s a lot bigger than the last time the cat saw it.) (something is trapped within its serpent-like tail.) (@jason-milo-ross.bsky.social @simonpechthold.bsky.social @keatsthepuzzlecat.bsky.social)

Ų̷͖̽G̸̹̪͉̱̋̅Ḩ̷͙̉ . YOU H̵̨͈̏̋U̸̗̳̔̓R̴͇͑̒̐̾T̶͙̾͂͗ MY HEAD .

me ? me ? me ? talking about ? m m m e ? i hear ! i hear !

{my scribbles of the crime scene! yay!} {only ooc post i make bc i wanted it to Be Known}

k̷̯͗ỉ̸̟l̴̞͊l̶̨͛ ? should i k̷̯͗ỉ̸̟l̴̞͊l̶̨͛ this piece ? the piece i hold ? is that what is being asked . demanded . promised . of us ? (the viper-panther-secretarybird-being coils around their prey a little tighter.)

what ? what ? no you're not ! no you're not ! Y̵̟̆̅O̵͈͋̅Ű̷̟̟ ̸̱͂͘C̷͉̟̚Ö̶͕U̷̬̎͠Ḷ̷̒͋D̷̥̏͠N̷̮͕͛͗'̶͙̰͒̐Ţ̵̫͝ ̴̦͝B̸̛̠͊E̴̯̜͗̇ ̶̥̓T̶͖̬̉̐E̸̡̛̻̓D̵̠͑D̶̤̝̈́Y̸͚͑ .

au . ạ̷̃ ̴͖͝ã̶̭ . . . rora ?

(a low growl escapes it— soon, desmond can feel themself being smothered in a mass of muscle and weight from a serpentlike's body from the chest down. whether it's for their protection or not is up in the air.)

(it watches. coiling around itself tightly. protectively. it's in an unfamiliar place, just as they are. it's never slept before. perhaps once. quite briefly, the faintest of memories recall. it didn't dream then, and it doesn't dream now.) (perhaps it never will.)

⬧︎⧫︎◆︎◻︎♓︎♎︎ ! !

✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ♑︎□︎□︎♎︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ 🙵♓︎♎︎⬧︎📪︎ 👍︎●︎♋︎♓︎❒︎♏︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎●︎●︎ ✋︎❼︎❍︎ ♎︎□︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎ h̴e̷h̶ ̶h̵e̶h̴ ̵h̴e̷h̶ ̴.̷

(It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you. It hears you.)

⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ? ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ?

♓︎ ♋︎❍︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎⬥︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎

♒︎♏︎●︎◻︎ ❍︎♏︎

i̵̙͂ ̶̦̓t̵͖̎ọ̶̓l̷̜̅ḑ̴̇ ̸̇͜y̴̙͝ö̷̭́u̴̻͘ ̵̨̚n̶̼͛o̴̖̍t̴̞̅ ̶͖̈t̸̝̓o̶̳͒ ̶̛̯ľ̴͉ȏ̸͙o̶̳͆ķ̵̽ ̶̤̒.̷͍͝ (@hershelbronev.bsky.social)

(another one joins. another one has fallen. another one that spring has abandoned.) . . . are you broken too ?

forget ? . . . . lost . i . i w as . i wa s . lost . bad . brother . very very BAD . forgot . want to unravel. want to unravel. better without . me (it flickers in and out. translucent, yet solid. there, yet not.)

Y̵o̴U̵ ̶t̵O̶l̴D̵ ̷m̴E̶ ̵t̷o̸ ̶B̵e̵ ̴P̷a̸t̴i̵e̵n̵t̸ ̷ ̴n̶E̶v̷E̴R̷ ̴W̴e̷L̶C̶o̷m̵e̴d̴ ̸M̴e̵ ̴L̵i̷k̶e̷ ̷Y̵o̴u̶ ̵W̸e̸L̶C̸o̶m̸e̶D̸ ̴h̵I̸M̸.̶ ̶ ̷T̵H̶A̵T̴'̴S̴ ̴M̵Y̷ ̵B̵O̷D̶Y̸ ̷T̸H̷A̸T̴'̵S̸ ̴M̴Y̶ ̶B̴O̵D̴Y̸ ̵T̵H̶A̵T̵'̷S̸ ̴M̵Y̶ ̸B̵O̸D̷Y̷ ̵!̵!̶!̴!̴!̸!̶

t̴͙̾ḧ̵͎a̴͈͋ṭ̶̎'̴̹̑s̴̥͗ ̸́ Me ̸͘ͅ!̶̻̑!̴̤̂!̵̤̀ ̶͉́ṭ̷̕h̴̖͂a̸͈͠t̷͕͊'̶͖̐s̷̺͝ ̶̣͝my f̵̳̈ą̸͛c̵͎̊e̶͇͝ ̵̥̈́!̵͚̆ ̶̥̄ H̸̬͗e̵̤̎'̵͕͊s̶̢̿ ̷͕́n̸̬͊o̷̮͋ṭ̸͐ ̷̻͗Ř̴̭Ë̷͎A̵̐ͅL̷͚̀ ̴̝͑!̴̝̎

why why why why why i wanted to . unravel ! i wanted to . get rid of the pieces ! why does H̷̦̥͊ē̴̗̥ get to go home ? why do i . stay ?

(it wears the costume of a man in a mask. it stands tall as a sphinx that cannot hold its shape for very long. and yet as its still missing its piece, it is not gone forever. the creature's i̴n̴n̶o̸c̷e̵n̵c̸e̵ still lives. it's still being protected, even if it's not currently within. it's a hazy memory.)

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non̸̍͜o̶̵̠̐̕n̶͇̅ö̸̮́ ̸̧̇n̶̐͜o̶̠̔ ̸̼͌n̸̳̈́O̵̟̕ ̸͚̏N̴̛͓O̸̲̎ ̷̭̆T̶͒ͅH̵̥̍A̵̘͋T̶̩̓'̶̖̅S̶͙̀ ̶͇̿N̶̮̈Ọ̴̏T̷̛͍ ̷͇͝Y̷̘̎O̸̫͠U̷̘̎R̴̢͊ ̷̘͒N̶͔̈A̶͓̿M̸͙̓E̷̲̍ ̵̙̾T̶̪̉H̶̭͒A̶̫͌T̵͈͗'̶̪̍Ș̴͑ ̸̤̿H̵̩́Į̸͋S̸̥̍ ̸̖͒T̵̪̒Ḧ̶̰́A̶̤̽T̸͓̈'̸̦̔S̶̗͊ ̸̺͐H̷̠́Í̴̙S̸̝̚ ̴̮͝Ț̶͝H̶͓͐A̷̟̐T̶̠̈́'̵͇̈́S̷͙̾ ̵̖̈́H̸͙̕Į̴̚S̸̙͛ ̷̜̈́N̴̋͜Ḁ̸̇M̵͖̉É̵̮ ̵͍̾!̴͎̍!̷̨̃!̵̬̋!̸̳̊!̷̘͗!̷̦̽!̵̗̏!̴̩̐ ̷̦̒ (the sphinx sharpens like knives, changing various sizes until it meets the child's height and figure, without any semblance of detail. no face to match. an obscured mirror. it grips its head.) Ģ̶͍̥͔̞̄̀̕̚͝I̴̢͚͐͑V̴͖̺̗̅͊̓̑̀͋E̷̙̱̙̮̠͐ ̵̢͎̺̲͔͐͑̾Ĩ̷̛̗̤̻͔̻̓͠T̴̜͎̆̅́́̌ ̵̡̞̤̪̠͕͗̇̓͐̅T̵̋̉̀̕͝ͅO̸̻̣̗̠̫̼̍͒ ̸̲̪͙̫̮͑̾̕H̷̡̘̖̟̜͕͊̎I̴̳̣̗̥̬͐̓̾M̴̝͕͐͌̈́͋̚͠!̸̞̠̭̫̠̉̃!̵̱̹͈̘̾̋̌̕̕!̷̖͚̤̳̀!̸̨́͘

Y̷̹̝̋̓̔̕O̷̧͒̓̔̈́U̵͙͉̐̾ ̷̛̳̘̰̠T̸̠͔͓͜͝Ò̸̯Ọ̸̫̪̝̆̈́K̴̺̻̈́͋͘ ̸̢̰͙̐̄H̵̛͔͖͆̇͠Î̴͕̹͓̕M̶̛̱̯̘̈́ͅ ̴̛̱͓̜̊͆A̷̳̠̼̩̽̓͐̕W̸̞͒̕Ä̴̺́̋̂̇Y̵͍̣̗̗̏̈́ ̸͙̤̲̠̓̕F̴̳͎̞͚͌R̵̲͑̃O̸̢̬̺̩̽͘M̴̫̤͋̿̕ ̵̀̓̎ͅM̷̨̠͓̔̋̿͝Ẻ̵̝̮́ ̵͓̤̯̠̚͝ ̴̰͕͈̐̂Ȳ̸͖͗̄̏O̴̙̤̘͊̆͜U̶͖̘̣̼͝ ̷͚͚͙̀͗̈T̶̢̻́̓͌Ǒ̷͖̘͕͂͒̕O̵̭̒͌̂̈K̷͓͙̹̑̍ ̴̠̼̮̀Ĥ̴̛͉̃I̶̠̱͐̚M̷͚̪̘̃̐ ̴̠̎ͅA̴͈̫̭̽̌W̴̘͗Ã̸̫͊̉Ẏ̴̥̙̩ ̵̨̳̖̓͂F̸͚̀R̸̦̰̔̚Ò̵̗̠̠́M̶̦̑̀ ̸̩̫̖͇̏M̷̡̧̠̑͌Ę̷̙̲̝̒͐̋̈ ̸̥͌ ̴̛͈̌͂͝ͅY̸͇͇̊̌̀͝Ö̸̼͉́̊͌Ȗ̶͚͇͙͐̈́͜͝ ̴̡̪͇͗̚͝ͅT̴̛̠̝̜̺́̀̒O̵̜͌̀̒̄Ǫ̴̻̝̩͐͘K̶̺̫̞͌̌̈́ ̸̗͎̖̔͂H̷͚̱̲͕̏I̸̦̗̓͗̈́̒M̷̫̓ ̶̼̭̩̄̌Ḁ̷̢͛͛̄̕W̸̫̖̍̾̀͠Ä̸̰́͜Y̸̎́̀́͜ ̴̛̦F̵͉̓͑̏ͅŔ̸̢̯̟͆̌̚O̵̦̦̓̇M̷̛̬͎̝̈́̔̌ ̷̻̝̘̄̀̽͝M̷̪̤͚͎̎͊E̷̪̟̾̃ ̶̗̰͗̅̌̽ ̴̴̫̯͙̹̃̋̉͒̓͊͌Ÿ̵̱́̎͜O̴̝̬͋̔̔Ù̶͓̪̫̭͌͘ ̵͙̕͠T̷͈̦̉̔͂O̶̝͍̫͛̓̎Ơ̸͉̤̬̟̅̿̅K̵̟̓̄̀̈ ̸̡̀H̵̖̫͍̔I̸̦̽Ḿ̸̼̺̤̙̾̎̌ ̴̨̝͆͘A̸͓̒Ẅ̵̙́̃͊A̷͔̺͗̽͘Ÿ̶̱̩̼̬́ ̸͉͔̠̍̅F̵͇̳͕̌̒͗̂R̴͍͒́̀Ò̵͕̥M̶̛̺͈̾̀̾ ̴̥͈̈̍M̸̥͉̖̗̈E̸̝̫̣̗̔͒̉̃ ̴͉̱̬̿ (its multifaceted form tries to blend back into the darkness.)

t e t t̵̨͖͋̚ ̴̤̅e̴̥͖͊͘ ̶͔͋͌ ̸̜̻̈́̾ ̸̛̖̞ẗ̸͎̼ ̵̡̘͊͐ĕ̸̛̠̼ ̸̮̏̂d̸̲̉ ̷̡̲̅̕e ?

what was h̶͉͉͐͆į̷̥͕̓̌̀s̵̛͖̮ name again ? perhaps it wasn't . important .

need to g̴̹̽͒̆͜ę̸̌t̷͉̥̤̊̕ ̵͎̫̜͎͐̋̆̕r̷̖̕̚ì̸͖͆̑͘d̷̛̺͚̩̜̽ ̸̛̟̅̐͜͝o̷̦͎̓͗̅f̷̙̥̫̈́ ̶̜̠̠̏m̶̛͕̓̈́͠ö̷͉́ŗ̶̰̃͛͜ë̵̺̜́͒͆ pieces

ha ha ha ha . unraveling . slowly but surely .