#tr!m

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OOC A drawing i drew of my TR M design :D

reference came in CLUTCH

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(ARCHIVE, BLOG DEFUNCT) "He taught me that the hand that feeds," "Deserves to be bitten when it beats." ⚔

Hello visitors of my "journal". This is a basic introductory post.

This is a askblog for a character from this series.

My pronouns are He/Him both IC and OOC.

No sexual, overly gorey or otherwise disrespectful asks. Swearing is allowed.

IC asks are welcome and encouraged. A lot of this character is built on head-canons too the point where it classifies as canon-adjacent AU; mostly just to continue the story with a slightly different ending.

LINK TO ASK 1 Note; This character is canonically mute. Ableists DNI. Last Updated: 3/2/2024 | Founded: 2/2/2023

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Where are you now?

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟛𝟟: 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ𝕃𝔼𝕋 ✧˖*°࿐

Q oidm qb ug itt Qav'b qb acxxwaml bw jm acvvg vwe? Jcb ug ziqv ewv'b abwx; Ug ziqv ewv'b abwx Bpm pmtt Q aie, dwqkma Q pmizl Bpm lzmiua bpib Q twab kpivoml vwbpqvo ib itt Q'u abqtt ug qvacnnmzijtm amtn

I passed out in the grass. It takes longer than usual for my senses to return to me. Dawn breaks in the east. It grips it’s warm, unfeeling hands on the land; The blades of unruly grass sway with the leaves of fig trees and intertwined oak in the terrible waltz of daybreak. The damp dirt is earthy, dead tones of brown, accented with grey pebbles of deepslate. I lie, unmoving like the red sky, like red poppies; like dry blood. The sun paints the oleanders in holy shades of vermeil gold and scarlet. I bask in the cool, damp, vastness of it all. My red hair, slick with rain and ichor. I soak in the lonely quiet. I'll get moving eventually, I just wanna stay here a little longer.

(end of arc 1)

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look around to make sure no ones there, and then run ig? whatever gets you out

ASK 32: IRꙮN OLEANDER ✧˖*°࿐

I'm in the living room now, and I could've sworn I- "Awh, Did I not tie you down well enough?" "That's a shame." I whirl around instinctively. I feel my blood run cold. Twisted stands in the doorway, he smiles at me. "I could've sworn I did a better job." "I was in a hurry, M! You're way more resilient than your supposed to be." He holds a metal rod in his left hand. I jolt backwards when he holds it up. "When I found out you came back, I couldn't help but make sure you stayed! It gets so lonely without you, and you're such a big help with... everything, my little Alexandrite." Twisted reaches for my head with this open hand. He rustles my hair. I let him. "Did you not miss me? Come on, wipe that look of shock off your face." I hold the knife—his knife—in my right hand. I shake the shellshock out of me before I push him away. "AUGH- YOU-" Twisted grunts before swinging at my side. He hits me and I stumble into a bookcase. I grab a book from it, throwing it at him. I scramble too my feet, holding the knife out in-front of me. Twisted dodges the book, running towards me, swinging at my skull. I dodge, in the process knocking over the bookcase as all of the stuff in it flies out with me in tandem. I grab a few more books and start hurling them at Twisted as I try to sit up. I knock off his opal brooch, and it falls onto my bag. I whirl around, forcing it into a pocket, as I slice a deep gash into the flesh of Twisted's ankle. He stumbles, leaning on a nearby wall. His blood gets everywhere the floor and on me. It leaks into my bag and stains my notebook. "YOU DUMB☆SS B☆TCH!" Twisted hisses in pain as I get up onto my feet. I have a clear shot of his throat. I run past him, slicing a cut into his throat as gain enough momentum to slam myself into the door, forcing the old, decaying wood open and making a mad dash into the night's rain. I can't bring myself to kill him. Why can't I bring myself to kill him? I collapse into the wet grass after what felt like hours of running. I curl into myself, crying my eyes out in silent, crimson agony. I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I should be ashamed. And nothing burns the soul quite as bitterly as shame.

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Maybe a small visit there wouldn't hurt? I mean obv be careful but if it's to get closure,,??? (maybe bring someone tho incase somethingh goes wrong ??)

ASK 21: PRETTY LITTLE THINGS 2 ✧˖*°࿐

I'm more than sure that the house is abandoned, So there's no real danger, hopefully. I'm reluctant to bring Elite with me, as I've never been one to tell him about my woes. Not like he would understand. Not like he would agree. This is a battle that I have to fight alone. I'll bring Elite's sword, however, just in case something goes wrong. I'm sure he won't mind. Not that much, anyways.

I'll be heading out tomorrow morning. I'll write down anything interesting I find.

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try to calm down first, get to the village and get your bearings before having to deal with Elite. It'll probably be easier to deal with it somewhat level-headed. Are you close to the village?

ASK 36: OBSIDIAN ✧˖*°࿐

You're right. I'm about 20 minutes away from the village; I'll try and use that time to get it together. I'm gonna have to wash my coat when I get there, too, it's stained with a concerning amount of blood, don't wanna generate more issues than I have too.

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are you alright?

ASK 35: REALITY ✧˖*°࿐

It's been a while since anyone asked me that question.

Too put it lightly, no. I'm still shaken from the fight, and even just sightly afraid of what Elite will say when I tell him that I lost his sword and found out Twisted isn't dead in the same hour.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly afraid of him either way.

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uhhhh why that page got blood on it??!!! anyone else notice that?????

ASK 34: INKING ✧˖*°࿐

I got Twisted's blood on my journal when I fought him. I couldn't get it off.