vae victis.

[sweet-lie]

  ✴︎ The more I

  understand the world,

   the more I grow to

  resent it.

  truthless recluse ﹠﹠ acolyte. he/him.

  transient being, ephemeral immortal.

  anguish on display, for your viewing pleasure.

mdni ﹠﹠ follow your own dni.

✴︎ i will ignore asks i deem as worthless. there is no malice behind this. inquire with purpose, although you may be met with deceit in turn.

✴︎ my thoughts are my own, my fantasies are my own, my despair is my own. do not add your assumptions, your eroticism, or your foolish idea of truth to anything that i post unless i indicate otherwise.

✴︎ most of my posts are on queue, and i most likely will not interact unless interacted with.

✴︎ sheep will be added as i wish. trot along at my heels for as long as your like, although i don't promise that i'm guiding you towards shelter.

sheep ⋮ n/a

∿ depths of despair — posting.

∿ hidden truth — reblogs.

∿ flock — asks.

∿ bleating — amusing asks i'm not responding to.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ In the mines working on someone else's Plural Space. They have over one-hundred alters.

Very few of them have PFPs, let alone complete profiles. Alas. Apparently such dedication makes me attractive.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ I'm now helping two people with this. The other person also has over one-hundred alters.

Toiling away, toiling away...

[dxctorate]

Your bored? Let's play house, I'll be the captor and you'll be my captive.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ In the mines working on someone else's Plural Space. They have over one-hundred alters.

Very few of them have PFPs, let alone complete profiles. Alas. Apparently such dedication makes me attractive.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ Little lamb, deceitful creature. You make me wish to dig my thumbs into your gums, to pry open your mouth and peer at what hides inside. Appearances are deceiving, after all. But such pearly fangs hiding behind your lips— what need do you have for such things, hmn? For prey to harbor teeth made for tearing through flesh, sawing through bone so that one may lap at the viscera that oozes out.. it does makes me wonder.

Haha. Are you victim, or perpetrator? Do you repeat the cycle, or are you the root of it? Shall I be your next victim, or do you simply not know anything else?

Time will tell, I suppose.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ Drown beneath the tide, choke on your despair. Noone will come to save you if you do not save yourself, least of all I. Become a corpse rather than a charity case. To pry away one's fingers, to snap the bone, to kick away the dead weight— a mercy, above all else.

You wouldn't have saved yourself in the first place, would you. I would be loathe to waste my words on someone whom will never accept salvation.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ This feeling, all-encompassing— I will die from it. Be crushed beneath weight of it. And so will you. It's the best thing for the two of us, no?

You have been my ruination, and I shall be your downfall.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ I'm going to be removing the yanblr tags from my previous posts.

The community exhausts me, truly. While obslove has heavy overlaps, I believe it to hold less of the issues I find myself scoffing at.

Weary travelers whom need my words the most will find it as they may. Fame was never something I overly desired when making this blog. May my flock continue to follow in my footsteps despite this change, or don't. I am your shepherd only in name.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ I can't be bothered to hate you, repulsive thing. You are undeserving of my vitriol. To acknowledge you with such a feeling would be akin to giving recognition and validation to mold growing on the side of a forgotten dish. Not even worth the keep, the water dirtied to wash the mire away.

To remain in your presence would be allowing your filth into my life, and why would I do such a thing? Entertain such a prospect? No, no. It is much easier to cut the rot at the root, to discard your presence once and for all.

My peace shall come before all else, and you are most undeserving to be the one to take it away from me.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ Attachments that haunt you like specters, memories that hang in the silence like corpses. Such things that I cherish so deeply that I hide them within the deepest parts of myself, never to see the light again. Precious things that are unable to be warped by time, used against me as a weapon. This is the greatest gift I can give, an ode to what once was before I cast it away.

I hope you'll understand.

[sweet-lie]

acolyte why the do you know this. HOWWW do you know this. twin what the FUCK led you to looking that deeply into someone

 

✴ In my defense, it was an accident. Of a sort. It isn't as though I was purposefully stalking the Doctor.

[sweet-lie]

 

✴ The bleating is especially loud today. I can't imagine why.

[sweet-lie]

acolyte why the do you know this. HOWWW do you know this. twin what the FUCK led you to looking that deeply into someone

 

✴ In my defense, it was an accident. Of a sort. It isn't as though I was purposefully stalking the Doctor.

[sweet-lie]

Is this your main account or another side-blog?

— 𝑽ice

 

✴ I'm surprised a blog as big as yours is enlightening me with your presence.

Take a guess.

[sweet-lie]

Gnaws on you

 

✴ This is what I'm about to do to you. Hold still. It won't hurt.

[sweet-lie]

Are you open to being pursued?

 

✴ A fascinating question. I suppose I'm not against it, but I doubt you'll get anywhere, nor do I understand what there is to 'pursue' in the first place. If you wish to chase the mirage in the smoke, be my guest.

[sweet-lie]

acolyte i hold my gambling addiction in your hands: should i blow all my gems and cubes in-game . you must decide

 

✴ Why would you possibly ask me this, and why do you expect me to care.

[sweet-lie]

I JUST SAW YOUR LATEST POST TRUCE.. woawoaw i love your content like always, you're one of my favorite crk blogs twin

 

✴ You again. Greetings, lamb. I appreciate the sentiment. Although— and do forgive my lack of knowledge on the matter —are there other Cookie Run: Kingdom blogs? Perusing through tags isn't an activity I partake in at length.