DOOMSDAY,

(‎ ‎ 𝔇OOMSDAY‎ ‎ ) ¹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⠀ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ IS CLOSE AT HAND ;

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archived : @trueblu3

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archived : @trueblu3

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WHEN MEMORIES SNOW‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎COVER UP THE DRIVEWAY‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I SHOVEL ALL THOSE MEMORIES...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎CLEAR THE PATH TO THE STORE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎__‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WHEN MEMORIES MELT...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎TRUEBLU3,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A MULTI MUSE BY ARIA .

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WHEN MEMORIES SNOW‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎COVER UP THE DRIVEWAY‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I SHOVEL ALL THOSE MEMORIES...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎CLEAR THE PATH TO THE STORE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎__‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WHEN MEMORIES MELT...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎TRUEBLU3,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A MULTI MUSE BY ARIA .

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WHEN MEMORIES SNOW‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎COVER UP THE DRIVEWAY‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I SHOVEL ALL THOSE MEMORIES...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎CLEAR THE PATH TO THE STORE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎__‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WHEN MEMORIES MELT...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎TRUEBLU3,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A MULTI MUSE BY ARIA .

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Am I working on a new blog… no

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archiving may be a bit dramatic... but an aesthetic change...

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This week may take me out and if it does …

[manslaught-a]

you tell yourself the only reason you're paying any attention is because you're not used to her looking so sad—usually, it's an absurd amount of optimism, to the point where it almost infuriates you, because the world has never been that bright, especially not here. ( although there's a part of you that would almost take here over being back home, because at least you're free from him, even if you're still likely damned to die anyway. ) and it was bothering you, the fleck of blood on her face, so you had to do something about it, because you're impulsive—that's it, because that's all you'll allow it to be.

“ i have one, too. ” although you haven't used it recently, growing more and more frustrated with your appearance with each passing day, because you're not used to looking so disheveled. “ but you can tell. you look like shit. ” she doesn't, because you already fixed the only flaw you can find, but you're known for being mean, so the comment feels necessary, a compensation for the kindness you'd shown only moments before.

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you give her one more second of your time,   pulling the slightly diminished smile upwards once more before turning back to look to your sister   (   for once,   her smile feels bigger   &   it quickly forces yours to fade   ).   " oh...   i didn't bring one because i kinda assumed that the hotel would have mirrors. "   it's your attempt at a joke,   &   quickly your blue eyes flash over your shoulder at her to see how it's received.   it's hard to gauge out here,   where the line is drawn in the team who already didn't appreciate your optimism enough   (   laura lee does,   for that you're grateful   ).

her comment then makes you laugh beneath your breath:   it's soft,   nearly quiet   &   not as full of life as it used to be,   but it's a laugh none the less:   genuine.   " i can kinda figure out how...   shitty i look if i just look at her. "   your head nods in kimberly's direction,   &   yet again you've taken a short dig   &   lightened its impact.   you know mikayla,   you know how she is,   you've learned not to take it personal.   " you still look nice! "   it's an attempt at a kind comment,   but it comes off sour on your tongue   (   well aware you're using it to fill the conversation rather than to be as genuine as you can-   she does still look nice,   but not as nice as she has   /   she knows it,   you know it   ).   so it's said with a meaningful glance back away from your sister,   but with no ashlyn taylor smile.   " i mean as nice as one could look i guess. "

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i'm not going anywhere until you let me help. nat

" god you're fucking stubborn. "   it's said beneath your breath,   mixed in somewhere with a sigh as you hoist the rifle onto your shoulders   (   somewhere inside,   travis is sitting...   sleeping...   moping...   you're not sure   ).   for a moment you stand with your back to @warpainte,   in hopes that maybe she'll leave you alone,   let you wander the woods without any company:   but you know better.   in fact,   you've known better for a while.   you   &   her were far from similar in many regards,   while way too similar in others.   case   &   point,   the stubbornness that got you tasked with being the hunter for the group is the same stubbornness that has her standing behind you   (   you can picture something in your head,   her arms crossed,   her head tilted,   a picture of annoyance   ).

" fine. "   it's said as you turn on the heel of your boot,   fingers still holding on to the strap that keeps the rifle stable.   " but you have to walk carefully,   &   you're not touching the fucking gun. "

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ABIGAIL HOBBS: I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU. the words do no hurt hannibal. they effect him very little, in fact, the man turning a bit to glance at the girl with knowing eyes. amber hues gleam with an unreadable light, malicious or amused or cruel. he wonders if she knows she's a tool. will cared about her, in his own way, but hannibal had been using her. an unwilling pawn in a chess game that continues out beyond the both of them. sharpening one of many kitchen knives, the sharp sound of metal on metal filling the space between them. 'no, you shouldn't have,' is his response, moving glance away from abigail and back to his work. 'how different do you think your life would have been if we hadn't met, abigail?' a pause, his tone curious. 'do you think you would still be alive, if will and i hadn't been there to save you?' @trueblu3.

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you craved so desperately to be seen:   &   that lent itself directly into his strengths.   even despite how believable he was in his support,   welcomed more so than that of will   (   a complicated subject matter,   will didn't see you,   hannibal did   ),   you cannot help but beat yourself up.   you are not,   &   never have been,   a stupid girl.   it took strength to survive so long,   it took logic   &   manipulation beyond that your peers may be capable of...   &   yet here you are,   stood before him biting the inside of your cheek to keep from a quivering lip.   " who said i deserved to live?   who said i was happy the two of you barged into my life? "   to think so highly of him   &   will's action is to underestimate how lowly you think of yourself.   there is the average girlhood self hatred,   you knew it well.   clothes never fit right,   air not straightened correctly,   makeup splotchy.   what festers in you is something worse,   something all consuming   &   acidic like bile that travels through your system.   the way you despise yourself is unholy.   " just because will thinks he did the right thing doesn't mean he did. "

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okay i swear i'm about to write but just picture m.aya hart in y.ellowjackets -

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on a scale of 1-50 how mad would you be if i archvied

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you of all people should be more compassionate — you know what it's like to feel like every move you make is wrong, but sympathy's never come naturally to you, and it likely never will. “ maybe there's a reason. ” it's been a little amusing to witness the downfall of jackie taylor, watching everyone, even her best friend, begin to turn against her — it's the closest to entertainment you think you'll get out here. “ no, you were definitely fucking crying. ” normally, you wouldn't be interested in finding out why, but you're bored, and it's a little relieving, to focus on something outside of simply not dying, even if only for a little while. even if it's this. “ i'm not pissed. if you're cool being completely fucking useless, that's on you. i'm just surprised, mostly — didn't think you'd be so okay with literally everyone else being better than you. ” maybe you are like your father: unnecessarily cruel, attacking just because you can — but what chance did you ever have of being better, when his brutality was all you'd ever known? “ you're a shitty liar, by the way. ”

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when you get angry,   you like to cry:   it has been   &   will be one of your weakest traits.   you can feel it right now,   boiling up inside your throat   &   tensing your jaw despite the slight quiver in your lower lip.   " shut the fuck up,   mikayla,   seriously. "   folding your arms over your chest is your last form of defense,   holding yourself to stop from shaking,   stop from crying.   " who cares if i was fucking crying!   who cares?   this shit sucks,   god forbid i fucking cry about it. "   but that isn't the 'it',   this is terrible,   you know because you can't sleep at night,   you know because you've never felt so useless   &   even worse,   worthless,   in your life.   it's funny,   you think,   how even in the woods,   the things from back home seem to still follow you.   it would feel so much better if you could simply:   let go...   but you're you,   you can't let go,   you can't let go of the way things were because you had it so good,   you had it better than you could have ever wished for   (   you had shauna   &   shauna had you,   now what?   what is she now that you know what she's done?   ).   " this is so stupid. "

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BREAKING NEWS,  ON SEPTEMBER 28TH 2023,  MEI XING KING  &  HENRY KING FOUND DEAD IN THEIR HISTORIC GOTHAM HOME:  5/5.

pictured:   the gotham gazette's story that is published on the history of the death of luca,   mei xing,   &   henry king.

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BREAKING NEWS,  ON SEPTEMBER 28TH 2023,  MEI XING KING  &  HENRY KING FOUND DEAD IN THEIR HISTORIC GOTHAM HOME:  4/5.

pictured:   the beginning of the files on mei xing   &   henry king in the gcpd files.