|| hex LMFAO

— EARTH 0298 — Kyra felt the burning within her. Another Earth, another particle she needed, and an old man dressing up as a kind of bird that had unknowingly collected it. His perch was infiltrated silently, an old skyscraper with half a wall blown out, offering shelter and easy access.

In the beginning, there was no light. There was only void. And it was perfect.

|| going to launch something soon on here.

:)

Good afternoon, my darlings, how are we on this fine day~

— PARASITE

Kyra is a 23-year-old young adult that has a metaphysical parasite attached to her that greatly enhances and manipulates her rage to fuel itself, ultimately emotionally harrowing her and leaving her feeling hollow. It seeks to make her tap into her inner telekinetic powers and utilize them to build

|| had the perfect image for this character's pfp, but, it looks like the artist has scrubbed themselves from artstation & deviantart, so out of respect for that I won't post it.

|| I'm gonna have to change the handle and everything... morning business indeed

KYRA.

Tired of unwanted memories keeping you up late at night? Ever thought about replacing them with something fresh? Well, now you can! With Beyond Corp's new memory-erasing device, you can get rid of those pesky clouds in your life! Don't go big. Go Beyond.

The Memory Eater was defeated as its devoured memories were recounted and thus released from it, culminating in its total destruction... ...aside from the tendrils it seeped into @cienn.sunder.my, the purpose of which is still unknown.

bolt my mom wanted to be cremated. my sister made a gofundme to help raise the money needed. please donate if you can.

|| bro rivals really be a miserable experience sometimes lmao

It will not bother these festivities...

Temporary pinned — Another spooky account. ⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

“Dude,” his eyes remained on the weapon, both his hands outstretched in front of his plaid shirt. “It's me, okay? Don't shoot.”

- like clearing mist or smoke from a hallway. Find this AJ guy, and then start getting actual answers to this mystery. The more she could keep this thing in check, the better.

❝ Figured as much. ❞ A quick roll of her eyes. Never the straight answers with this type. Always dodging, always seemingly above it all. But at least she had a trail now. ❝ Guess I’ll keep the unlimited fear thing behind a paywall… ❞ The witch utters underneath her breath before waving her hand -

It offered her no answers. It did not view this as a mutual 20-questions, but as a one-sided interview. "There is someone you could ask. A man," It whispered. "A prophet. He brings me visions... visions of death, and fear. Delightful morsels. Delightful visions." It snickered, and the abyss

The audience laughed, a sickening cacophony of impish snorts and screeches and grunts. "She thinks I need help!" the thing in the chair chuckled. "Have you ever met something evil that knew it was evil? That embraced it? Not just wrong, misguided, misled, but truly, irrevocably evil for evil's

“Sure! And I'll eat every memory you think about!” it sat on the chair as a pale, long-limbed, humanoid figure with no lips and an endless array of teeth and piercing, irises nonexistent in a sea of black sclera.

SHWOOP! The perspective entirely shifted. As if they were on a talk show, with It as some creepypasta host sitting in a chair toward an audience of the abyss. “Howdy folks! Today with us we have the legendary Sabrina Spellman. Say hi, Sabrina!”

cheeks. “Get away from me,” she snarled at the thing cowering before her.

“Why?” it breathed, shape-shifting into her aunts, “When this one did exactly what we needed it to?” It felt as though the room were growing around them, and she was becoming smaller and smaller as they became larger, looming and looking down at her.

“You, little spark, are not the shadowbringer I just dealt with,” phrasing it as if it had triumphed against Cienn and had been wounded, and not the other way around. It stretched, its long limbs dragging across the floor.

Whimpering.

It appeared on a rooftop, already healed from the shotgun blast from the masked human, when It looked down at a pool of shadow coalescing at Its feet. Curious hands pressed into the shadow, but it was not tangible. The absence of light. And yet, it moved as liquid.

Humans and their boomsticks.

Delicious memories.

ᅠ ᅠ𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ᅠᅠ𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭. ᅠ𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲. ᅠ

|| I have got to make more masculine muses. I have Huey and Tirum and Mattias and Aronion time to make Tirum fully multiverse lol

A pair of eyes watched @vampirespider.bsky.social the next time he entered the archive.

A fleeting shadow and it left her in peace. For now.

“Ivette...”

It wants me to fight?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦- 🧹 Witch of Madness 🧹 MVRP 🧹 25+ 🧹 SL's, Banter, etc 📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT

It scuttled away from the lab, shifting from its Uncle Ben persona into a different shape. It had no true shape. Just as trauma never took a single form. And it was scuttling along as a many-legged humanoid down some futuristic street.

Crawling above @nightsleuth.bsky.social.

[iykyk]

Don't be afraid.

Since that witch unleashed a form of magical nuke on it, it has noticed that memories are... leaking away. Some slowly fade back to those that gave them up.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞, & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

“So, you wanna play rough?” Evie Novatore aka Vortex, your local mercenary-slash-vigilante. Head of Mistral, weaponry expert, all-around badass. ♡/↺ More intel: mistralfiles.carrd.co