can’t believe the darkling named himself ‘the black heretic’ like he was a mid-2000s emo punk band like talk about extra

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can’t believe the darkling named himself ‘the black heretic’ like he was a mid-2000s emo punk band like talk about extra
If you insist 👀👀👀
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All that hard work you’ve been doing seems to have made you quite irritable, Aleksander. An apt pest? I’ll have to remember that one.
i take it all back maybe the dorkling doesnt know how to use tumblr
Maybe I get a little busy. Crafting perfect plans requires putting in hard work. Try it sometime.
Indeed I can work a blog. Have you already forgotten that I’m an apt pupil?
You’re an apt pest. And it’s more fun to remember all the things I know that you have yet to learn.
wow the dorkling knows how to use tumblr
Oh, look at that. The little saint can work a blog.
The following excerpt is taken from the Darkling’s diary. It is undated.
This is Alina. She is holding a potato. It looks like a potato. It was supopsed too be a babey. I got much sleepy haffway threw the skech. I got too lazy to fix it. I am too seelp-drubk and too happey now. Alina and I will be maried somedaye. We will live in big house and have lots of babeys. Babeys are cute. Alina is cute. Am I cute? Alina, am I cute? I should go to sleep. Good neight Alina. Good nigthe babey…
Dear Aleksander,
I vowed myself to only use your name if it is of utmost importance, so take note of this letter.
I’ve made note that I regret my actions towards you, but I have not made note of why.
If I had made the right decision, I would have come to a compromise with you. One that let us both be content, and rule together. Maybe you would have been right, maybe I could have been your balance. Or maybe the entire world would be crushed in your fist, along with me in it. If only things could be that simple.
Would you still take me despite my lack of power? Would a time come where you’d find yourself bored of me now that I can not balance your darkness? Would your love for me simple vanish like the light during winter nights? Has it already vanished? These thoughts keep me counting the stars overtop your bed within which I sleep in in the little palace.
Despite my rambling, I wanted to make a point clear: You are not a villain in my eyes. Your dream was not a corrupt world; it was a world where our your kind, the manipulators of shadows, would not be shunned even from grishakind.
Near the sleeping beast that is my powers, you sit; resting away, suppressed. You have a spot not only in my heart, but in my soul, and it’s a spot none else can fill. There, you are safe from the worlds criticism. There, the cold and calculating part of you can break away for the smallest of seconds and I can see the you beneath it again.
You are not evil. The shadows do not equate bad, they equate the unknown, the parts of you hidden beneath. The shards of you broken apart by years of waiting for a solution to the never ending void of a life lived too long, of watching your love run away from you, of watching your mother die by the hand of your own creations… of the hatred brewing beneath, intertwined with the love.
I’m sorry for the pain I caused you in this piece in your life. It might not be the worst after so long being here on this earth, but it is something I will remember, and I hope you will too.
I want you to remember the heartbreak and pain, so that maybe one day in the future, if you decide it’s okay, you can be my balance too, not just me being yours.
My eyes are beginning to sting, and my duties are beginning to call, as it is 6 am and I haven’t slept yet.
Love for a lifetime,
Alina
Dear @ulla-morozova,
How is life alone in the depths of the sea? Perhaps if you had taken up my offer all those years ago, we may not have wound up this way.
Signed, Definitely-Not-Lonely
Dearest Sankta Alina,
Please remember that the ink reserve belongs to the both of us.
Try to guess who's blood this is written in.
Signed, A Very Salty Boyfriend
is there any affection between you and the nichevoya? have you ever pet one? i mean they're kind of like your really badly behaved bloodthirsty pet cats...
Dear Anonymous,
Badly behaved? They do exactly as I desire. Your cat could never.
Signed, the Darkling
My Dearest Ulla,
It has been so long now. More than one hundred years. Do you miss your brother? Should I visit soon?
Signed, Aleksander
Aleksander,
I would assume you have a lot of free time now that you’re playing dead. You may as well stop by, if you can risk the trip. It would be nice to see a familiar face after all this time.
-Ulla
Ulla,
Well, if you insist, I suppose I must. Anything for my favorite fish.
Signed, Aleksander
P.S.: Careful. I can hear our mother in your tone.
My Dearest Ulla,
It has been so long now. More than one hundred years. Do you miss your brother? Should I visit soon?
Signed, Aleksander
Dear Darkling, would you consider yourself more Chaotic Evil or more Lawful Evil? Signed, Ivan-With-A-d20
Ivan,
What did I say about snooping around in my mailbox? This is not what I pay you for.
Signed, the Grumpling
To Whom It May Concern:
This is the third reminder that the last chocolate croissant is mine.
The next time I find the plate empty I am going to slice through every single one of you until someone confesses.
Stop stealing my treats, Darkling
Dear Diary,
I wonder how my sister is doing.
Signed, the Apprentice Darkling