No.

Is it?

|| considering a huge fc swap lol

I knew you'd come to the right path if I set it out before you.

We are so similar. Monsters lurk under our skin. So unassuming on the surface. Do you feel alive when you embrace the violence?

When your dreams bleed into reality, are you a monster in them and when you wake?

Your dreams.

Tell me if I'm right.

Nightmares and daydreams tell me whispers about you. What you've done. What you might do.

Embrace the power of gods.

@themonstergrrl.bsky.social || at work but I'll reply on Kyra and Huey when I get home!

Does it matter now? You don't look like you've been to college. Genius? Prodigy?

go.bsky.app/5fsLDTj Fully optional starter pack for the accounts I will be on the most.

[The blonde woman smiled widely, the corners of her eyes crinkling happily.] I did it!

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑-𝐋 …. 　˗ˏˋ ＰＯＷＥＲ ＧＩＲＬ ˎˊ˗　 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-2 • 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 #DCRP #MVRP #BSKYRP

Too young for college. Liar? Manipulator? Or something else. Sinister. Creeping beneath your skin. Lurking within. Waiting.

Yes! Heavy rain? Or bloodborne? Aren't we all blood-born.

Born of water or of blood?

Then we'll dance, drenched in the rain.

sunder I have a tendency to come back to roleplay, get overwhelmed because I account hop chasing dopamine rushes until I fry, and then settle on a few accounts. I'm going to settle on a few accounts now and be active on them so I don't fry so fast.

Is it?

Such a warm, sunny day.

|| 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!”