#a piece

[primestartes]

Saga of Ludwig the Aspired

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Once be son of noble right and heart Once be son of imperial care Tender of voice and fair of form To be Hunter of the Foul and Malign Fall did he Hunter of the Wicked and Wild Seduced and Deformed by Swooners of the Prince Hated he became Hunted by the Righteous and Vigilant Into the shadows he ran, into the shadows he rose

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THE BEGINNING: Ludwig Schotter was once a dutiful Witch Hunter of Sigmar, proud and tactful. Yet youth proved a fatality for the warrior, his earnest hope brought him into the den of Slaaneshi worshippers under a town. Its people twisted under smiling faces and plentiful work, their depravity exposed and from their blood as he struck with blade and pistol, a dancing harem of Daemonettes emerged. Fae-like and tranquil of their higher purpose, they found this Hunter beautiful and potent. Trapped and caught into their theater of pleasure and pain, as their claws and pincers slayed their own worshippers, nothing but meat to their fickle love while they rewarded this man of Sigmar with an existence far worse than even Death can provide.

Stumbling from the horror with the cackles and glee of his carnal insulters with a feral explosion of magic unleashed, Ludwig Schotter emerged from the mayor’s house to see his order-kin. The wretched disgust and horror of their faces couldn’t match the monstrous form the young man had. The vulpine change upon his face and form.

Where a dutiful hunter would submit to the Mercy of Sigmar, confusion and rage turned Ludwig away. He escaped into the forest as he cried out his agony and turning frustration. Slaangor came, heeding it all.

[hauntedeyes]

can you hear me crying in the distance??

[versesandvice]

a piece

it’s hard, he says, to know what to say to you. you’re quiet you’re cold you don’t want the gifts i bring to you. you’re a puzzle, he says, but not the one that drew me to you. i’m leaving, he says, this is not what i wanted from you.

it’s hard, i think, for him to understand the cracks in me. but i’m a puzzle, and he doesn't get to love one piece of me.

[bartsugsy]

IT IS LITERAL ART

[greemuel]

Not All the SEA. Just a PIECE. by @greemuel

[mysteriousendings]

Me: how come I don't have relationships with anons that come back and where we have back and forth convos Also me: *gets an ask and treasures it forever in my inbox, thus leaving it to never see the light of day" Me: whyyy don't I have anon friends ???¿?

[ck-writings]

It’s how someone can stand there without a care in the world that makes it heartbreaking. There isn’t an ounce of hatred towards you. No frustration. Nothing at all. Yet we often think hate is the opposite of love. Until you love someone and you see that them not caring about you is worse and you’d do anything for them to just give you attention, even if that means they’d hate you.

ck.writes (on Instagram) - when you hate someone. you still give them your energy. you still bother to show attention. what’s worse is not caring about them anymore.