Stay Safe Out There

Deliver me into my Fate

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Come bask into the nothing, where you're free from your own thoughts and feelings, and all that remains is a dream inching closer until it's too late. The dream is no more, and back to reality where nightmares do come true.

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An exploration of isolation and absence of hope, the loss of control from external forces, fighting against fate, the will to struggle no matter the consequences ahead, manipulation, corruption, outcasted, self-journey, giving up in perpetual purgatory

Loved by Robby (29 years old He/Him, HST) *Blog updated 1/15/26

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Hm. yes. I see.

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❝ you seem pretty certain of yourself for someone that's spent years questioning their own existence. ❞ from Kisumi

the works & quotes of Edgar Allan Poe (Accepting) | @kisumitenderly

'Then you don't know me enough'

is what he wants to say…

But he'll let this play out, and he knows himself as someone with no identity in his name. Who's Manny? That's not his real name, and that's a fact. If he can't establish himself with security, he's only planting seeds in people who think that's the real him; he doesn't perceive his own identity as true, but as an unintentional facade that he may think of as a lie. It could be progress, a new him, on a new day, with a face that's either genuine or not. It all comes down to whether his heart is there or not, and if could, laugh and not be exhausted at the end of this.

"I know you to be real to your core. If you're annoying me, it's working. Empty as a sheet of crumbled-up piece of paper, you're doing it wrong, cause already would've left you at first glance." He could be just seeing things, but he pulled a single strand of pink hair dangling from his friend here. "And I'm annoying you too. Look at you, losing a strand! You'll become like me! Like you said before; I'm losing hair. Let's be bald pals, our eggs shining in the sun. It's what we both want!"

A smirk snuck up on his expression, and then turning his head away to spit on the pavement.

"Our existence is to be shaped like eggheads. You and me. Friend."

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❝ you seem pretty timid for someone with such ambitious dreams. ❞ renge for katsu :3

For someone so... (Accepting) | @incandescentia

When asked about it, he did not know how to respond. His eyes trailed down to the ground with index finger scratching at his own cheek - oops, a dirt smudged on there, he realized before wiping it away. All this time, he thought, all efforts won't come true. They'll all be failures, and overthinking his own ineptitude will make him sick through hours of stress.

He's afraid; that is a fact when stepping into uncharted territory. Hands were stained with dirt, and he had no gloves. No matter where he searched, nothing. In his palm was a basket with plucked carrots. He had to make use of his time (and he promised himself to harvest the carrots from his potager). It's one of his dreams to plant veggies through sweat and effort.

"There's - not many…."

Behind him was an unfinished birdhouse with a bag of nails and a hammer lying near it. Most dreams are unobtainable and can only be relished through 'what ifs', and imagining himself in those ideals can be unhealthy.

He brought up the basket for her to see. "I've learned so much these past few months; thought they would die off in the first couple weeks, but kept at it as much as I could. And look, they've all grown up. Was so afraid if I've done too much, they'll lose their color."

"We spend too much time thinking about 'what we want to do' and not 'what we will do' Or - scared of getting our hands dirty cause it's work, as with all things." A giggle from noticing there's dirt stained under his nails.

"I forgot my gloves."

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"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind." From Hinata for Manny

the works & quotes of Edgar Allan Poe (Accepting) | @anecdotale

Isn't that relatable, where his bedroom is left with empty bottles. There was no time to clean, as he was distracted by many thoughts alone. No time to de-stress with emotions unregulated from the influence of his own mental clutter. He wants them to halt with booze here and there.

A simple pat on her head — say something he pleaded with himself.

"Not easy to explain what is happening if your cranium is thinking otherwise. That's you, huh? Pause. Breathe. Pause. Say. And then breathe again. That's what I can give you as piece of advice."

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "-or scream but not too much or else your mouth will bleed. You need your throat to talk, y'know?"

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"Was never kinder t' th' ol' man than durin' th' whole week b'fore I killed 'im." / from loux for manny!

the works & quotes of Edgar Allan Poe (Accepting) | @hellbloom

"You served him a good piece of ass-whooping, and he's crying for his dead wife to save him." He points to himself with furrowed eyebrows. "Unless you're talking about me? You killed my hips as a matter of fact. They're made out of dust, ashes, and sawdust, working those dances to the beat. Don't remember my name anymore."

A sip of his last drop of soda and then crunching it up into a ball of fist. "Have I told you the time when some wrinkled fellow with many 'barnacles' on his face screamed that the 'aliens can see through his eye' makes me wondered what life event made him go one-eyed. Bastard scooped it out.

No, not making shit up, buster pal. Heard it with my own two ears. Maybe you should've killed him instead. Like a banshee; the choir would've had a field day hiring him. Their tinnitus will flare like a fountain pasta spaghetti."

[mannequinentity]

Past few days so far

Heat exhaustions, backrest for my chair broke (had to spray down the eroded screws and screw them back into place) computer problems (fixed it thank god) Need to buy wood filler cause the hardwood floor has a hole in it. cockroach snuck on me on my desk in the middle of the night, and now...

internet issues all across everywhere for 2 days straight so far.

Me right now

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Green moss embracing my skin Taking away my thoughts The bark whispers in my ears As the wood is creaking calmly "Watch the moon and feel my warmth Watch the stars, they love thee I am thy home forever And you'll finally touch the sky" The forest is doing its final gift Trying to erase the dust taste of my past Releasing its sweet scent And enveloping me in its spring cloak Today is a different morning I finally ear the stream flowing The birds singing And the voice of the old Oak sobbing Deep in the forest I'm drifting into a silent spleen Waiting for the elder tree to end my pain

Devoured by the Oak Pt. 1 - Can Barrd

[musiingwords]

YOU SEEM PRETTY ▁▁▁ FOR SOMEONE SO ▁▁▁

❝ you seem pretty composed for someone carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. ❞

❝ you seem pretty invincible for someone so self - sacrificing. ❞

❝ you seem pretty prideful for someone with so much self - loathing. ❞

❝ you seem pretty reserved for someone who longs to be understood. ❞

❝ you're pretty manipulative for someone who cares so much. ❞

❝ you seem pretty detached for someone familiar with loss. ❞

❝ you seem pretty cruel for someone who once loved someone so gently. ❞

❝ you seem pretty young for someone sticking their neck out so recklessly. ❞

❝ you seem pretty timid for someone with such ambitious dreams. ❞

❝ you seem pretty loyal for someone so untrustworthy as a friend. ❞

❝ you seem pretty self - sacrificing for someone who called it hypocritical. ❞

❝ you seem pretty trapped for someone who values freedom for others. ❞

❝ you seem pretty forgiving for someone who wants revenge. ❞

❝ you seem pretty selfish for someone so willing to do anything for anyone. ❞

❝ you seem pretty fearless for someone who's a coward. ❞

❝ you seem pretty realistic for someone living in a fantasy. ❞

❝ you seem pretty well put together for someone beyond repair. ❞

❝ you seem pretty cold for someone with such a soft heart. ❞

❝ you seem pretty calm for someone who's about to meet their demise. ❞

❝ you seem pretty human for someone who isn't. ❞

❝ you seem so insecure for someone who sees beauty in everything. ❞

❝ you seem pretty trusting for someone so scared of betrayal. ❞

❝ you seem pretty kind for someone so full of anger. ❞

❝ you seem pretty strong for someone holding back. ❞

❝ you seem pretty bright for somehow so scared to outshine others. ❞

❝ you seem pretty certain of yourself for someone that's spent years questioning their own existence. ❞

❝ you seem pretty arrogant for someone who's about to lose. ❞

[rpmemes-galore]

the works & quotes of Edgar Allan Poe ... sentence starters

"And all I loved, I loved alone."

"This it is, and nothing more."

"And I fell violently on my face."

"Even in the grave, all is not lost."

"Truly your forgiveness I implore."

"Suddenly there came a tapping..."

"Darkness there, and nothing more."

"Invisible things are the only realities."

"I have no faith in human perfectibility."

"I have been happy, though in a dream."

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."

"We loved with a love that was more than love."

"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow."

"I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here!"

"Never to suffer would never to have been blessed."

"Sleep, those little slices of death... how I loathe them."

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

"It is a happiness to wonder… it is a happiness to dream."

"Deep in earth, my love is lying… And I must weep alone."

"Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see."

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December..."

"Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute."

"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls…"

"To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!"

"I have great faith in fools... self-confidence my friends will call it."

"She lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me."

"There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told."

"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."

"I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results."

"I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell."

"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."

"That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses."

"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

"But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded…"

"I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge."

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

"All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry."

"But our love, it was stronger, by far, than the love of those who were older than we, of many far wiser than we."

"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."

"Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not?"

[mannequinentity]

Brutally murders his ex-wife and ex-best friend for infidelity through dismemberment and decapitation. Burned the two-story house that he and his wife bought through years of hard-earned money. Mental deterioration was at an all-time low in that phase of his 'golden' life.

to

On his lawn chair taking a swig, watching the strays play around, looking healthier after giving them their nutrients. Has every nickname for each one. It's the only thing that makes him feel better than a day off at his apartment, where he does nothing for the most part.

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Manny trusts someone enough that he takes them to a landfill with a few dogs. He takes care of the strays whenever he's off work in the late hours. It's a 'must' in his day-to-day habit, and it doesn't matter whether his free time is nearing midnight. Has a spare flashlight in his decrepit car in case he trips and falls on the garbage disposals laid out in the dirt.

And he trusts his dearest friend not to be scared of them, as they are welcoming to people (with some dirt on their fur. They really need a bath) Throwing raw pork or chicken tenders around for the dogs to be happy.

Feeding the strays with your friend.

A well-worth afternoon.

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'Yesterday was too much I don’t want any more The only thing I see now is This stone floor-cold city The core of these rows An institution for dying flesh Joy-sterilized by apathy Monotonous death-bringing concrete My heart barely beats I get nauseated when moving A soul colored like ashes A city, a block of misery Continuous woe I love you'

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Kurama rarely sought advice from other detectives. Most were territorial. The rest were convinced every investigation was a competition. Okay, so maybe Kurama was the most territorial and competitive of them all, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Tomomi Hasegawa, on the other hand, had seemed to have a reputation for something else entirely—she noticed what everyone overlooked.

❝I have a habit of looking into unsolved cases,❞ he admitted, setting a thin case file on the café table between them. ❝Usually because I love to challenge myself from time to time, but this one has become personal.❞

Inside were photographs of five victims spread across nearly a decade. They all were of different ages, occupations, and prefectures. Nothing connected them except one detail. ❝ Each victim disappeared for several days before their body was discovered. During that time, someone continued using their phone, withdrawing cash, replying to messages—even showing up on security cameras wearing various disguises. Whoever's responsible isn't just hiding bodies; they're borrowing lives. ❞

He rested his chin against his knuckles as he casually sipped his coffee. ❝I've exhausted the forensic evidence. I've interviewed families, coworkers, and anyone unfortunate enough to have crossed paths with the victims. Every trail ends exactly where it started.❞

A smirk appeared as he sized her up and down. ❝ Your colleagues tell me you have an irritating talent for noticing patterns everyone else dismisses. I was hoping you'd take a look.❞

@caseloaded

Her hand in chin as his words were drowned out by her thoughts. Tomomi was trying to connect the dots as she perceived 'fit' rationale more like, but she couldn't make sense of how they got away each and every time. "Don't you think it's elusive of them? These victims are short on organs; all of them are missing some parts but are eventually found days later with a letter and a sigil in it." A hand on her cheek before blowing a strand of hair in between her face.

They found an eye and a heart from two victims. The sigils were different from one another. She would love to think it connects to these pieces of gored parts somehow. A riddle perhaps? The all-seeing eye overseeing the heart of the city. Now, how does that connect with the others?

She brushed her hair back and stood up to take a mental break for now.

"Oh, really?" Her arms crossed with a face of minor bewilderment. "Did anybody else tell you that talent doesn't exist?" She eyed him up and down and then smirked. "You should've known that already, Investigator Kurosawa. Keep up with us now; you don't want to fall back on blind self-confidence, cause you'll miss more than before."

She fixed up his tie since it was a bit messy. "But I understand if you need a late start." A pat on his chest before making way to a shelf, finding a book that encapsulates a map showing the entire city.

A night of homework, if she's so willing, to pull an all-nighter to answer this puzzle.

[hypenotist]

"Wait... you think I'm some kinda new hire? LinkedIn could never," Clear quipped automatically, even if it did throw him in a bit of a loop. After all, all he'd seen was a gruesome massacre that was better off evaporated like spring rain, and he had acted accordingly. Frankly speaking, Clear had no idea who this woman was or what her business had been, and why this person (or people) was dead.

Yet, as slow-moving as his mind could sometimes be, mismatched eyes slid towards the stranger. "Hang on... why did you kill this person... people? Undisclosed mound o' flesh?" His hand wheeled in a winding motion, as if to prompt her for the answer that may or may not come. It was undeniable that, sometimes, the hypnotist acted without thinking, which sometimes led to consequences of varying, undesirable degrees. Of course, he could simply step "back" in time to undo his sporadic clean-up, leaving the mess as it had been. Aw shucks, sometimes it stood to reason that, maybe, he should've asked before acting.

Even if... he didn't really feel a twinge of guilt, as it wasn't like they'd died by his hand.

Could be bad folks, too, for all he knew...

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Whether he was a hire or not did not matter in the slightest. What's imperative is figuring out what to do now after the whole mess has been cleaned out by this outsider. She could call in early and be done with it, but in due time, with that unimpressed look on her face.

"People." Her flat voice echoed out in disbelief almost, figuring out what he's even saying.

It's a question if this gentleman was one to be panicked by the touch of one mistake, and is spouting nonsense. "We're authorized to clean up the mess after the authorities are done at the scene of the crime. This is our job, and I have not murdered this 'undisclosed mound o' flesh,' but whoever did, the worst we've seen so far." The amount of gore; it's not something done by careful pre-planning. She smelled the lack of restraint, emotions running high, and then a breakdown blinding them to do more after the kill. Only the neighbors can hear them, and she doesn't wish them to be replaying those screams for the entire week. They're in need of professional help sooner or later.

She took off her gloves and slipped them into her pockets. "They say the perpetrator comes back if they missed something. Evidence. Handprints. Any of that sort." A stare aimed right at him before she pulled out a cigarette to light.

"They already caught them. Or so I heard; they're put into questioning." A puff of smoke left her lips.

"Does that relax you? Please, take a breath."

[cosmicdreamt]

"Pfft--"

"What are you doing over there, hm?"

Crystal lavender eyes stare right back at him while she decides to use the tie around her wrist to pull her hair up, just so the breezy sea air wasn't blowing it all over the place.

"I can't tell if you're scheming or just being cute."

Once the hair is up she crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow in playful suspicion. Katsu had his own playful side, after all. Either he was hunting her down to try and splash her or he was just innocently enjoying himself in all the ways he wanted to at the beach.

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Nothing was said except hovering near the edge of the waters - more bubbles rising to the surface, his eyes never leaving her sight, and the seconds encouraging him to blink. The winds were almost too much for his pupils to handle. So, he instead, rose from the waters. Not without an "achoo," since the seawater got into his nostrils. Another one and a third…

"I didn't make a good crocodile…" A shark would be more fitting since they're out here on the beaches.

No people around was more comfortable than he expected, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel an itch on his back scars. It's a nuisance, a reminder it's there, along with the rest all over his torso as well. He's still enjoying himself regardless. The focus was on her, and only her, to forget the fears in the back of his mind.

"It's a bit slippery," The moss and algae have been washing ashore for quite some time. He extended his hands out in case she needed some assistance. "Here, please be careful; there's some rocks around." Waves brushed past him with his feet cemented in case there's an off chance he slips his temple. It's more so he's keeping them planted for her safety. The guilt he'll feel, if he slips and she falls with an injury at the beginning of this trip.

It warms his heart to see her up close with the sound of the ocean behind him; the passerby seagulls flying overhead, and onto the nearby cliff, which is their nesting ground.

"They said, out of all the beaches, there's no sharks infesting the waters. No jellyfishes. Only us alone." Research he had done a while back to make extra sure.

[lunaferrous]

Now that was something she could relate to: disappointing men. All bluster and bravado, throwing stones from their glass houses. She just had to point out one of their many flaws and they crumpled like paper. Which she did often, as natural to her as was breathing.

"I'm sure you're right." She folded her newspaper over and set it down upon her lap, leaning back in her seat, head gently swaying with the rocking of the train car as they passed through another tunnel. "It's best to trust your instincts with men like that. I just hope you left him with a bill large enough that he loses sleep over it. And not in the way he was hoping."

She shrugged, giving her a close-lipped smile, enjoying herself to an extent but still holding her cards close to her chest. After all, she could still smell the blood on her person. Even if it wasn't her business, if she could sense that the woman didn't pose an immediate threat to her while they were just sitting there: it still warranted caution. Something to keep in the back of her mind as she crossed one leg over the other, placing her hands on her knee as her foot hung in the air.

"Good call." She blankly regarded the man, or what was left of him, sitting in the seat across from her. Even if he still had a heartbeat, he wasn't much of a specimen. From what she remembered of their conversations, he was too absorbed in his work to meaningfully entertain women, much less have a sex life. A doctor who wore his heart on his sleeve, and a coward to the end. All with a receding hairline, which didn't help his case.

Speaking of hair--

"--Ah." She paused, blinking and almost looking lost for a split second, before she let it wash over her and composed herself like it was nothing. It was hardly the first time someone had complimented her hair, but rarer that, for the most part, it seemed genuine.

"Good genes. And a special conditioner, though it's hard to come by. I could tell you where it's sold if you're interested, Miss...?"

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"Tomomi," Her voice welcoming, and a huff to signal the end of her short rant earlier. "And that would be nice. Oh, are you speaking a high bargain? My money can buy more than just a few dollars. It's nothing really." The golden chain wrapped around her heel chinked from tapping her foot again. Home will be soon, but for now, this conversation is what she needs with the right person.

Red pupils remained unblinking for a couple seconds, while her smile dictated where to go next, and it would be awful to think - stress would be a killer to one's facial features. And this corpse, on top of a sunshine personality herself adding more nerves, she thought the ends of the other's hair would turn gray any minute now.

"Moisturizer on your skin, after dealing with each and every gentleman. No — dogs lusting after affirmations, I would suggest one after you're, exhausted." Complications of dealing with any harassers: the only suitable option is ignoring their pleas or, better yet, if they're physical, a bloody nose and a broken elbow. She has her fair share of stress, but nothing to write to the doctor if she's taking care of herself still.

"Here-"

She opened her light-purple phone and showed her a discount. It's an expensive moisturizer on sale.

"Considering buying them when you're stressed, please. I know they go at a high price, but I can assure it's worth the price to keep your face happy and hydrated." Again, that reassuring smile from earlier coming back to lighten someone's day.

"Day will be better with smooth skin." Like hers, but she'll avoid complimenting herself since she's not the main focus. "And you already have smooth skin to begin with; it's no wonder," Her face scrunched up in minor disgust at this individual of a man near them. "This awful-smelling pig approached you. Why is it always the receding hairlines, that always smell terrible?"

A sigh escaped her. "But anyways ~ Oh, I've been talking too much. I'm sorry, miss?"