grow up

everybody likes to get taken for turns to see how B R I G H T the fire inside of us burns and everybody w a n t s to get evil tonight but all g o o d d e v i l s masquerade under the LIGHT

[polarismina]

svnshrine​:

the sight of jinwoo shocked her. the blood on his features was very––abnormal to say the least. petal couldn’t stop herself from worrying for him, reaching forward in spite of the pain to cup his jaw and inspecting his face. “are you hurt? what happened? what’s going on?” she asked desperately, heart pounding in her chest. 

at his question, she did a double take, looking from him to her arm and then back to him. “this? i-i don’t know. why does it matter?” she inquired, taking a step away from him. she could describe the person, but it didn’t change the fact that she knew nothing about them––not even their name. she hoped he wouldn’t insist. she knew if he did, she’d give in and tell him everything. he was the only person she fully trusted. of course she was going to want to sit down and tell him everything.

“tell me you have material to brew a salve. i don’t want to go back home right now,” she said, tone pleading.

there was a rush of blood in his ears, and for a moment jinwoo didn’t hear petal over the sound of his heart pumping and the voices in his head calling for violence. she didn’t know who? no matter. he would simply kill everyone in the school until he found who did. 

jinwoo shrugged off petal’s worried hand, holding it softly in his ( the contrast between her umblemished skin and his, caked in blood except for the few spots where it had already dried and flaked off ). “i’m fine. go inside.” his voice was gentle but offered no room for argument. with a wave of his hand, the door unlocked and revealed his room, a shelf on the far wall decorated with varying vials and jars. “materials are there,” he said, pointing to the shelf, “everything else is in the chest by my bed. if you need any help, ask kumiho.” the fox familiar that had been sleeping at his pillow perked its head up at his name. 

he hated having to leave petal here by herself, but it was better than out in all the chaos. “dokkaebi, to me,” he ordered, and from the perch by his desk the vulture came flying. “i’ll be back before the hour. don’t answer the door for anyone, petal.” and before she could say anything, he was gone into the shadows. there was no time to waste, after all. a hunt had begun.

[polarismina]

polarisbri​:

The growl from Jinwoo caused Harper’s stomach to turn in knots. She still looked much like the doe eyed creature he had first encountered when she first approached him seeking help.  Her hands trembled. Her heart raced. But still she remained.  And similar to their first meeting, there was an awkward length of silence before she spoke again. Her words chosen rather carefully. She didn’t want to provoke him… but she also knew that he wasn’t rational and there’d be no ‘talking him down.’ But if she stalled him long enough? Maybe someone who could actually contain the comet might arrive.  “You know I cannot stop you.” She said matter of factly. Their training sessions had proven time and time again that Jinwoo was superior in his skills.  She reached out a hand and a gentle breeze left her fingertips. The spell purposefully went around Jinwoo and swirled around the dying man on the floor. She was attempting a healing spell. It was likely too late, but she felt the need to try.

“You told me that “Donati” only helps those with ambition.” She reminded him evenly. “…and without reason? You cannot have ambition.” Despite trying to heal the victim, she never took her eyes off of Jinwoo. Or… what used to be Jinwoo. She wasn’t sure she recognized this version of him.

“So what are you doing?” All she was doing was attempting to buy time. 

Originally posted by diver5ion

prey- that was all jinwoo saw in harper. much like the colonizers that had invaded his country and torn it apart for no reason other than they could, he would slaughter her for the criminal act of simply being weaker than him. it seemed that was how power worked, after all. what did being the strongest mean if you did not prove it over and over and over again?

“people such as you will never understand my ambition,” he stated, “you’re all content with where you are, satisfied with your positions in life. i want- need- more. i crave the recognition of the gods, of the stars themselves. they’ll all wish they had chosen me instead of fools like you. they will look upon donati and umbriel and feel fear, and if i have to kill each and every one of you constellations to do it? well,” jinwoo said slyly, “i suppose i’ll have to start with you, libra.”

he sprung before she could even react. jinwoo was never one to play with his food too long, ever impatient to move on to the next kill. suffering and cruelty were not strangers to him ( mercy was for those who regret ), but he was always fast, always quick to the kill. one second his form was hunched over his kill in a mockery of protection, the next he was behind harper, shadows bleeding from the walls around them. “if you run, i’ll kill you.” it was a fact. “if you stay here though, i’ll let you heal the child. he might even live! in return,” jinwoo peered his head over her shoulder, leaning in to her ear as his claws dug into her shoulders and pierced the skin. “you deal with me. balance right?”

[polarismina]

icarusdesign​:

— 𝐅𝐄𝐖 people indeed received the worst of lysandra alighieri, like drawing the venom from a snake-bite; the worst, where — beyond all the opulence she embodied — being above everyone needed to be literal. a fixation, as though the earth itself from which she drew her power were hers. more of a sense of power and control that she had learned from the countless dynasties she’d lived through. 

learned from millennia of fine-tuning. of trial and error and delighting in the consequences before she ran from them.

and yoon jinwoo perhaps had drawn it out more so than any other, as though this small taste of victory urged him on ( the reminder that she could be her own monster, her smile — like a baring of teeth — its own warning ) to try again. but the outcome, she had to ensure, would always be the same; for hell unlike any other would be unleashed if that pattern were to be disrupted. no matter how many empires she had seen die, she had never quite seen a force of decimation like jinwoo. 

so it stood to reason she had never seen hell like that which he would raise if given half the chance, either. and she could not be the best of the world, if it was all ravaged. such are the lessons of empires: to be queen of the ruins is to be no queen at all.

as recognition slotted into place for the donati-chosen, her lips pulled into that smile. she said that this would be no different than the last fifty-seven times over, and the tale of time told her that was enough. but alas, the boy still tries again, and again, and again. perhaps — hopefully — one day he will tire of trying his luck. but for now, she must put him on his back for the fifty-eighth time over. 

“what do i deserve?” her tone dripped with demeaning intent. as though she were merely throwing a disapproving glance over the top of her book, rather than stood in a blood-splattered hallway, faced with this beast of lore. “to define is to limit, darling, and i will not limit that.”

( this time fifteen years ago, lysandra alighieri stands — still laughing — with her boot on his neck. and she doesn’t need to, necessarily, he can’t move anyway. she blinks down at him. “come now, who — or what, perhaps — do you think you are? the minotaur?” and then, she leaves him there; to seethe for a while as she goes back to her reading. it would do him well to calm down. )

“alright,” her laughter rung down the hallway once more. but it was less sheer brilliance than the first. more… derisive. “doing this again, are we, leoncino? then let’s play.”

jinwoo sprang, and she was gone. for a moment, she was nowhere at all. she then reappeared in the space he had vacated, and was — for no reason at all other than the sheer delight and amusement of it — holding his shoes.

rage consumed jinwoo, blinding him to reason and empowering his swings with even more deadly force than usual. any slash of his claws or bite of his teeth would have severed a limb, but that was always on the condition he could hit lysandra in the first place. it was often how she won duels without ever casting an offensive spell. they could fight for years, her always dancing gracefully out of his reach, never quite fast or smart enough to catch the lady. eventually, jinwoo would tire, leaving lysandra with the perfect opportunity to send him on his back and prove that she was superior. 

today was no different so far, it seemed. him consumed in a haze of madness and blind anger, her, always so calm and collected while maintaining that ever-frustrating air of untapped power. when jinwoo landed to the ground of the empty space where she once stood shoeless, an unholy roar tore from his throat, hungry and crazed like a rabid dog. “stop toying with me!” he snarled, the shadows beginning to pour off his form as magic leaked from him. jinwoo had lost control, and the first price he would pay would be his draining reserves. lysandra had once told him ( proved again why she was in the position she was ) that if he could prevent the overflow, he could’ve gone for decades, even a century, rather than years before needed his first rest. he never learned- he didn’t want to. 

“i tire of your petty tricks, woman,” his voice came out guttural and low, the opposite of his usual silky smooth tone. “stop jumping around like a coward and let me tear your throat out.” shadows sharpened into spears rose at once, all aiming for different areas of her body. the last time he had drawn blood from her was half a century ago ( it was just a scratch right along the back of her calf, but how he thirsted to see the red pool on her skin again ) and she had thoroughly defeated him that day, ensuring such never happened again. he dissipated into darkness, reappearing behind her while she seemed to be preoccupied with the spears. “your legacy ends here, woman,” jinwoo hissed, claws already swinging at her unprotected back.

[polarismina]

svnshrine​:

@polarismina​

petal’s heart raced as she rushed to find jinwoo. she held her arm to her chest as it stung. in all the chaos, someone had crushed it. tears stung her eyes as she made her way to where she knew he resided. she hoped he was okay. she hoped nothing was wrong. she tried to fight through the pain, but it was making her dizzy. she likely had broken it, but she didn’t want to risk going back to brew up a healing solution. she could just as easily get caught up in something worse. besides, she was so close to jinwoo’s. if she just got there, she’d be safe. 

she let go of her arm painfully as she reached up with the other one to knock on his door. “jinwoo? jinwoo, please open up. please,” she begged, giving into her tears. it came out in sobs and she felt embarrassed. her weakness was fueled by her fear and there was no denying: she was terrified.

jinwoo could feel it. his magic pool slowly burning out, stretching taught like a rubber band ready to snap at any given moment. it would take longer than a day ( last time it had taken years until he needed his first rest ), but losing even a fraction of his power was enough to plague his mind with paranoid thoughts of ‘what if’. he needed his familiars, both of which were in his room, likely sleeping through the chaos that had settled over the grounds. 

with a quiet growl to the voices in his head, jinwoo stepped from the shadows cast by the hideous gargoyle statue by his door. the smell of injury reached him before he saw her, and though donati screamed, urged him to tear her apart ( no mercy for the weak ), he managed a charming as ever smile, out of place on his blood streaked face. 

“petal,” he said, a little concerned from the smell of blood, her blood, coming from her arm, “who did this?” 

for the first time in a century, rage burned through his veins, smothering the ache in his bones that craved power. now, a foreign flame stoked the cooling embers of magic in his core, calling for something more urgent: revenge.

[polarismina]

icarusdesign​:

— 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 his coy tone, lysandra’s expression languidly became a smirk. there was something of the image of the deranged nero about him; one who would tear through his own blood, if he had any, for the sake of lust for power. she had her own nero in her, of course — the nero who had thousands of men for the sake of clapping for him when it was necessary, the nero who built he domis aurea just for himself — but the energy was not the same. most of the time ( when scorned, perhaps the story was different ) she had minimal interest in personally partaking in the bloodshed. 

“well, i wouldn’t say these days,” she chuckled at the mere thought of it; of youth, of innocence. both were so distant to her that she could remember neither one, “i’m a touch more permanent than that.” there was a pause as he approached, a slowly lifting eyebrow. “i think you’ll find i want for everything,” she replied, “and i get it. nothing less than what i feel i deserve.”

lysandra alighieri, with her millennia-attained fortune, enjoyed wealth in indescribable measure, and in a rich man’s world like this that could buy you anything. ( for example, she possessed a 16th century oil-painting of herself in the likeness of elizabeth the first’s armada portrait. ) so her ambitions and life goals were difficult to put a finger on, from the top of the world; she had ideas like:

- marry a united states president

- add a room to the white house so your presence there is permanent

- divorce said united states president, you know, for the drama

perhaps she was happy because she knew she had the potential to move the world, if — on a whim — that was what she chose. but she wouldn’t be able to bear being unremarkable. being forgotten. such was one of the reasons behind her typical extravagance; she knew that you died twice, and the order was not default, and did not matter. 

lysandra alighieri had experienced neither, and intended to keep it that way: you die when they bury you in the grave, but also the last time that somebody mentions your name.

fog. that was what the insanity felt like. it felt like a veil being draped over your eyes so you could see, but never clearly. everything distorted by a hunger in his very being for power, and he was starved. it took a moment for jinwoo to recognize lysandra, and had he not been drunk on bloodlust he might have regretted his actions, but donati did not regret and they did not apologize. she was the reason he was here. she was the reason he was leashed and kept under watchful eye like time bomb. 

to be fair, they had good reason ( clearly ) but what did that matter?

he bared his teeth again in a snarl, the shadows beginning to shape him into beast of lore, all sharp teeth and claws and no mercy. “and what do you deserve, woman?” how he longed to prove himself, to snap her neck between his hands and prove to the stars themselves that he was worthy of their attention. sure, he had never won a fight with her before ( the score was something like fifty-seven to his zero ), but who was to say this time wouldn’t be different? 

perhaps the fact that she had never even used an offensive spell against him in fights and still won was a fairly damning factor, but still. “people like you deserve only one fate,” and he lunged, jaws snapping.

[polarismina]

polarisbri​:

He will kill you. The logical part of her mind was screaming at her.  Despite this, her footsteps continued to bring her towards Jinwoo’s office. It was as if, for once, the stars were actively involved and were guiding her hand.  But when she saw him… she didn’t really recognize what she was seeing.  Not at first.  In fact, her naive mind concluded that he had been hurt.  “Jinwoo are you–” But what she was seeing. What she was really seeing caught up to her. It silenced her completely.  As soon as word had spread that there was something affecting students and even staff alike, Harper had felt the need to check on her coach. Jinwoo said something but the blood pumping through her ears and her own adrenaline made it difficult for her to comprehend.   “What?” It was a rhetorical what. More of just and exasperated noise that left her mouth.  Every fiber of her being felt as though it was buzzing as her instincts to flee washed over her in overwhelming force.  But instead, she stood frozen and wide eyed; the stars would not let her move.  Planted, she could do nothing more than speak. She didn’t recognize her own voice or the pattern to which she spoke; it didn’t match the panic within her mind. Calmly, pointedly, she addressed him:  “Tell me what happened.” 

a feral growl left jinwoo’s lips- more animal than human. he was no longer the knife wielded with precision and cunning. now, he was a pair of claws slashing and tearing anything with a breath that couldn’t put him down. he was the monster that tore apart korea in the 1800s, and now, he would do it again with polaris. 

“i need explain nothing to you, girl. i need have no reason,” he hissed, enjoying the forgotten sounds of a man choking on his own blood beneath him. “is it not enough to want to kill? do i need to be angry, or vengeful, or scorned to be cruel? is it not enough,” jinwoo shoved a shadow clawed hand into the man’s chest, “to miss the feeling of forcing someone to take their final breath?” 

yes, there was no reason. internally he laughed. was this the balance libra spoke of? he supposed it was fair, people like him had to kill in order to keep the living in check. for balance, of course. “and what will you do, girl? will you stop me?”

[polarismina]

polarisbri​:

Harper was surprised twice. 

Once that Jinwoo accepted in the first place. Second, that he was seemingly willing to risk everything to help her? It caught her so off guard that she accidentally left them with an awkward pause.

“No. I’d never ask you to risk yourself like that.” She started there and her tone was gentle and held hesitation. It was clear she was still trying to figure out what she was asking for.  Finally, she seemed to arrive at a point in her mind that she could explain herself again. “Libra is my sponsor.” She tried to keep it as simple and to the point as she could.  “…sometimes I can heal… and I imagine… sometimes I could cause harm. It depends on what the universe decides is the balance.”     There was unfiltered frustration in her tone of voice.  “I’m still learning the subtle cues of how to tap into that magic. It’s not readily… hm…. willing to be used.” She picked her phrasing carefully and sighed.  “I need to learn how to defend myself in a real way. Against real threats.”   She looked him over now, almost as if she might be regretting asking him to put himself in any sort of harm’s way. After all, she was a high-key empath.  “Our defense class is good for the basics but… I doubt anything I’ll actually face will be so elementary.” 

Originally posted by tatianamaslanys

a small laugh escaped jinwoo before he could help himself. “oh, trust me. it would be at no risk to myself,” he said, chuckling at the though of a mere human actually being able to hurt him. did she know he had torn apart colonies before they tranquilized him like a rabid dog?

“ah,” he hummed thoughtfully. “so you want me to... what? train you?” not a poor idea, as simple minded as it was. he was a comet, and his latent magic was primarily offensive, so he was quite possibly one of the more powerful combatants the school would ever see. “i can do that,” jinwoo agreed, nodding his head, “but only on one condition. donati only helps those who help themselves- those with ambition, you know? if you’re not willing to risk it all, give it all up to be something better, then are you really worth our time?”

[polarismina]

icarusdesign​:

— 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 had followed lysandra alighieri for time immemorial, indeed so immemorial that not even she had an inclination of precisely how long she had lived. followed her so persistently that her name ( or at least, the name she bore then, the self she was, then ) was etched into history alongside those of the war-deities empires worshipped. but those gods had faded, those empires had crumbled to ash and to dust, and lysandra was still here. so she enjoyed the chaos as though it were something to revel in, as she always had done. 

the shift hadn’t touched her, and didn’t need to; she was merely so naturally a being of selfishness and sin. but after being the cause of a dozen wars, the sight of man tearing into man — confirmation that it had followed her, even here — could prompt no response but sheer, brilliant laughter. 

( after all, you don’t survive the millennia without learning the gift of survival, even when more men than one are after your head. )

“hmm, no, i don’t think so,” she flashed her own charming smile back at jinwoo, “you’re welcome to keep going with someone else, though. i’m used to watching.”

a terrible sound escaped from jinwoo, half laugh and half howl, exposing the blood that stained his teeth from when he tore out the throat of the poor soul. “is that what women like these days?” he said coyly, the sly smile doing nothing to hide the madness that curled around his mind. “what’s the word- voyeurism? does the pretty lady want to watch me gut another innocent man?” jinwoo nearly scoffed at the word. innocent. there was no innocent man in this day and age. 

with a deep inhale, he hummed softly to himself, standing up to walk down the hall and scent the air around her like a dog. finally, with eyes closed and blood smeared across skin and white silk shirts, he laughed. “you lack ambition, lady, but not because you do not want. you have everything you require, and there is nothing left for you to attain, is there?” 

it was rare, but there were people, even rarer were they human, who had no ambition because they stood at what they believed to be the apex of life itself. no need for power, no need for recognition, they simply were, and were content with that.

fools, he thought them. he would never be content.

[polarismina]

open.jinwoo (devils roll the dice)

tw: death, gore 

somewhere in between grading papers for children with worse vocabulary than infants in the 1890s and debating whether or not to announce his resignation for the sixth time, there was a shift. the madness that always seemed to be content crawling beneath jinwoo’s skin was no longer satisfied- it wanted release. the darkness- the craving for more- that had been carefully contained for decades was suddenly screaming and clawing at the inside of his chest, and really, who was he to say no to all that power?

perhaps for someone else slipping into the chaos would have been difficult, painful even, but for jinwoo it was like changing clothes from an ill fitting and scratchy pair of sweats to a fine italian suit tailor-made for him. with a soft exhale, he sent the quill to the floor, splashing red ink across the marble tiles, reminiscent of the blood he’d spilled a century ago. jinwoo melted into the shadows, the insanity slowly settling in his mind, and when he inhaled all he could smell was bloodlivingWEAK. without a moments hesitation he leapt from the walls and tore his claws into the neck of the once living person, taking a moment to savor the kill before hearing footsteps down the hallway. as the person appeared, jinwoo cocked his head to the side and gave his most charming smile, hands dripping with blood as the innocent life faded away beneath his crouched figure. 

“oh, another one? will you be my next example?”

[owochimuwu]

Aaah sorry I can't vibe with you☹️ I wish I could but unfortunately we are incompatible because I'm better than you 😭😭😭Thanks

[polarismina]

polarisjeanne​:

So being a witch was pretty cool. The coolest, tee bee aych. No wonder so many people wanted to be one. And Haley wouldn’t give up her magic for anything, but if she could give up her particular skill set, that would be dope. She hasn’t had a premonition in ages, long enough that she’s forgotten what it’s like to wake up screaming, with visions of coagulated blood and splintered bone still playing out in her mind. (the worst is when she can hear them, begging to live and begging to die in the same breath.) By the time she stumbles into the darkness common from, she’s gained a modest amount of control over herself. That’s one thing Haley can be proud of, she decides. Her talent for hiding her raspy voice and bloodshot eyes, her talent in pretending.

Her hands still betray her though. Haley eases down onto one of the couches and pulls her knees up to her chest, bulbasaur slippers clashing with the sleep black color scheme of the furniture. If it weren’t well past midnight, she’d find her sister. Jemma always managed to get Haley’s mind going in a much more positive direction. It’s way too late though; if Haley is to be awake, Jemma will just have to get some extra good sleep for the both of them.

Maybe she could sneak down to the lake and visit grape. Or maybe the gymnasium was unlocked — she could use a bit more practice on her vaulting. The creaking floor interrupts her planning session. Right away, Haley hides her shaking hands beneath her butt, a habit she gained when still at home to get them not to worry. “Ohmygosh, please tell me I didn’t wake you up. ‘Cause if I did, I’m hella sorry. My bad.”

shadow walking was a favorite pastime of jinwoo’s. it required minimal magic usage and provided him an ear into many flavorful conversations that would otherwise fall upon empty walls. he was returning from a nighttime stroll when he just so happened across a lost soul wandering in the common room.

humming to himself softly, jinwoo melted from the shadow of a bookshelf, slinking around the girl. the creak of the floorboard gave away his location, foiling his plan to sneak up on her. instead, he threw up a charming smile and a gentle laugh. “no worries. everyone who matters is sleeping like a rock still.” jinwoo cocked his head to the side in curiosity, scanning the room as if looking for the reason she was awake. “what’s the little birdie doing awake at this hour?”

[polarismina]

text ➳ laila & jinwoo.

LAILA: hey, question real quick

LAILA: are dogs allowed on campus? if anyone asks, i am definitely asking for a friend and not because i'm going to sneak this adorable little fluffer in either way

LAILA: i think we've bonded :')

JINWOO: as a staff member, yes animals are allowed as familiars

JINWOO: as me, dogs are never welcome

[polarismina]

polarisbri​:

Harper might have reminded Jinwoo of a doe in that moment; wide eyed, flighty, and harmless.  She had sought out the man after the rumors of his history had reached her. About how he was a dangerous force but was not on the ‘right’ side of things. The Libra sponsored witch would respect a change in balance such as that. It didn’t remove the healthy amount of fear that Harper had. Although it was less about Jinwoo harming her and far more about coming off as offensive or just blatantly stupid. 

And so far it wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped.  Instead, she tried a smile but it only lasted for half a second and didn’t remain after she spoke. “I don’t believe in perfect people.”  She glanced around out of unease and then tried to find her resolve.  “And no. I’m not sure.” She admitted gently. “But I do believe, that even if you can’t help me, it wouldn’t burden you. You don’t know me. You’re an unbiased opinion and I think that is what I need right now.” 

——- Part of Harper’s abilities is to draw in people who are ‘out of balance’ in some way. Sometimes, those people become fully reliant on Harper to keep them ‘in balance’ (or happy) and thus creating a rather unhealthy co-dependency on the young witch.  Harper had recently learned that an ex-romantic partner had moved to the nearby town and although this person wasn’t at Polaris she was fearful that they would show up and cause a lot of difficulties. She feared for her own safety as well as the safety of everyone around her. She didn’t want harm to come to this person but she also wanted to be able to defend herself.  The ex returning was what sparked the concern but the real issue was that Harper knew eventually she’d end up attracting someone into her circle who was truly dangerous… and she wasn’t equipped to handle that. 

Originally posted by iheartcosima

he thought about it for a moment. she had a point. he had nothing to do with her and if things went, well, sideways- it wasn’t his fault. “fine,” jinwoo said eventually. “so, lay it on me. what exactly are you asking for? if he shows up in town you want me to deal with him?” he didn’t mind that per say, it’d been a while since he got his hands dirty, but the staff kept close watch on him since his rampage decades ago.

[polarismina]

polarisleigh​:

Truthfully, no, Sage is not completely sure, but there’s nothing quite like giving someone the benefit of the doubt. “Look, I know that there’s not a lot in this for you. But trust me when I say I’ll owe you a favor, and that’s not something I offer up to just anyone.” She rolls her eyes, suddenly regretting her decision, but the woman sitting across the way is already going to die in approximately three years, what’s shaving a few months off her life? “Just go talk to her for two minutes. Ask her if she’s seen your dog, or a wallet, or whatever.”

it takes all the self control he has not to laugh. instead out comes out as a little huff of air. “you’re adorable thinking i need a favor from you,” jinwoo said, looking over towards the lady. “but okay. i don’t need a reason to make someone’s life a little worse.” he stands up from the park bench and brushes off the nonexistent dust on his trousers. “so just go say hi? that’s it? what does it do for you?”

[polarismina]

open.jinwoo

“so let met get this straight,” jinwoo said, raising an eyebrow. “you decided that out of everyone here, i would be the best person to ask this?” not that his opinion shouldn’t be valued, but certainly there were people better suited for something like this than him. “are you sure?”

[unravelgraph]

[peepuddle-deactivated20230124]

u think i really give a fuck ? i can’t even read