life's blood

rust, child.

[ivlisi-blog]

goredemo replied to your post:" huh, what a truly despicable lot of cretins. you…

[ lmfao did they really. ]

While I don’t know the whole story, heres what i know and what i’m assuming. Someone asked them to draw something sexual. They drew sal raping wada. They delete it later. They post a single post saying ” I’m so sorry. “

So, what i’m assuming is that a group of ’ tumblr justice warriors ’ had some ’ fun ’ in their askbox. 

[ytroba]

okay, i emailed mogeko just now. hopefully they end up listening to me. i never thought i would have to tell them how awful people on tumblr are, but i truly hope they listen to me, especially since they know me. i was really upset (and i still am!) so i just wrote really badly, but i cant imagine how bad they must feel right now. i told them to just ignore the people on tumblr and to smile and not say sorry. jesus. i need to take out my anger on something. just because mogeko is into noncon / rape doesnt mean theyre awful. for fucks sake i consider myself at least semi-ok and i love noncon. its not like i support rape or some shit and neither does mogeko. maybe its because i have a bit of a slight personal connection with mogeko themselves, but i would take the time out of my day to sit down every single person that sent them hate and ask them what they were thinking and not leave them alone until they apologize. this is truly sickening.

[ivlisi-blog]

" really? cause if i’m not mistaken, i swear i heard a smart remark. ” while blunt an accusation, to assume criticizing dialogue escape tongue opposite his amber scrutiny, not above that brash implication art he. ears art plagued by certainty, that one whom art near, hath thrown vulgarity upon thy name. amongst his wake no less; unto the swift remark of him, he directs only the utmost fault.

[ytroba]

【✜】　“Too bad. You are.”

Ah, her words are that of the crab whose chela snap back and forth but much louder than measly pseudo plastic - esque which seems so at initial looking. And ― no, her words are of the blandest species of ‘ sarcasm ’, because to say such a thing as to bad was to imply that she were to address with apology as well and that would be of falseness in its first degree. Sabitsuki does not know if any rusted creature may harbour virtue, but quite definition of honesty does she forevermore have.

[ivlisi-blog]

" you know, i can hear you. “

[ytroba]

【✜】　“I'm not doing anything.”

[ytroba]

【✜】　Merely she questions:

What the hell is going on.

[ytroba]

【✜】　The rot in her heart is forever potent but today she finds ease in herself with obscure blessing of less pain amounted today given by her disease, and she does wish to see someone so ― yet now does she find that despite her utmost searchings she is left with organic flowers but not the kind that are human which Sabitsuki can so yearn for now. The underwater girl and metal girl await, she figures; she can occupy her mind.

[praestrigiae]

me and riley are just plotting this out and i can just imagine   

"hey, do you feel like we’re being talked about?"

"do you, sabitsuki?"

"sabitsuki."

[ytroba]

[ ―meanwhile sabitsuki keeps sneezing ]

[refxcul-blog]

Being very tired is not a good thing. Especially when she hasn’t slept in a week. The Devil draws in a deep inhale through her nostrils, her scarlet optics narrowing as she tries her best to stay awake.

[ytroba]

【✜】　And here's Sabitsuki. And there's... what she can only assume to be some fucked up version of the rusted. She carries traits of albinism akin to herself, though the state of her clothing as not mere school uniform she is unsure whether to pardon or not. There is only triplets, not four.

She does recognize ― in this moment would it be found appropriate to speak of something, yet uncertain she is so of what she would communicate with.

“What the hell.”

[goredemo-blog]

[ ―hello! ive gotten some more indie blogs following me lately. while i do not mind interacting with any of you, and am rather pleased to ― this blog is affiliated with a group and therefore i would rather interact with you on my independent-specific sabitsuki blog located here.

thanks. ]

[disciplinarians]

          Oh, how he wished he could do without such hydrogen plagues. 

          An atmosphere of cold moisture and monotony surrounded him.           Dark. Dull. An atmosphere reflective of his preference. Gold-clad           heels cast ripples in shallow puddles beneath his weight. He did           not care to look down at his own distortion. He cared not to explore           this world, only to revel in its solitude. To care, to grow curious; they           were all so disgustingly organic.

          The eldest of his kind… cared little to revel in organic emotions such           as curiosity.

          Ah. Speak of the devil. 

          The inorganic turns, the addressee to this… insignificant-looking woman.

          As of now, he held no motive to strike first; there’s no need to waste time           on a young girl. ❝ Who are you calling a joke? ❞ A joke. Right. He’s heard           all of that before. Still, he would… indirectly heed her words.

          ❝ Hey. ❞ He’s slow to approach. ❝ You’re telling me to leave. So? The           smartass of the lands should know which way to go, right? So… spit it out.❞

[ytroba]

【✜】　Insignificance is the immediate opposite of herself; her .flow, her lands, leave, and show the respect to the [ young lady ] whom is not your elder but is still in higher position in this perspective of decaying universe of program. Male may she not be, and opposite sex definitely so, but she remains the position in the pack of sick canis lupī and with her pipe manifested now in her hand does she enforce it so with little and rather simply no word to indicate him such.

Her arm raises downward into its default, and the flames of anger lick into the emotions of distrust and there is simply pure hatred to be found here.

“I just ― I just fucking said, look,” and she waves same arm in the previous direction of not long past former indication. “Just, if you just keep going, maybe you'll find the fucking door and maybe you'll be fucking let out, alright?! It ― it fucking loops though, so don't. Just... don't get lost. I don't wanna babysit you.”

[freezerburntbeta]

In the end

    it all comes back

                               to

                                                               haunt you .

[transmutationis-deactivated2018]

                                                And you know,                                       For you I’d bleed myself dry,                                       For you I’d bleed myself dry.

[ytroba]

【✜】　The presence of none other than artificial male (a sex she is sick of) resides in the dark lake-esque land of pipes and phone poles. She recognizes it immediately, approaches at a brisk pace and wants him out out out.

“Are you fucking serious ― ?”

“Some ― some ridiculous fucking ― some joke. Some joke.” She points in what she may believe to be the door into her nexus but in so hopes that it brings him back to whatever miserable place he had manifested his existence from to trespass into not the but her territory of .flow. (Find your place, outsider.) “Just ― just go ―”

[ytroba]

【✜】　Today does she find silence, even in the recesses of .flow.

Rust lays in silence in both her several crevasse of corrupted mind and in her physical form which forevermore retains its alpha entitlement. O so does she feel strangely as if she misses someone.

[disciplinarians]

{ ❊ } 10ʏʀ ʀᴘɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘ; 4ʏʀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʀᴘɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘ

{ ❊ } ᴍᴜʟᴛɪғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

{ ❊ } ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

{ ❊ } sᴄʀɪᴘᴛ/ɴᴏᴠᴇʟʟᴀ OK

{ ❊ } ᴏᴄ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

{ ❊ } ɴsғᴡ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

[disciplinarians]

{ ❊ more information } — { ❊ rules } 

[ytroba]

【✜】　Sabitsuki has given in.

This would have been her fourth day of no eating ― but now she finds herself trying not to consume these berries with the speed a cheetah can easily view as regular in its run cycle. It is of the nurse's delivery and it sickens her so and indeed did she yell at her caretaker; but gratefulness will no one but herself find in her, forever secretive. Any other consumables, however, those will be avoided accordingly. This is the act of prayer in full atheism and O does she feel the unholy Might.

[sleepran]

I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

[praestrigiae]

+1

[praestrigiae]

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Smile of false origin and guilty tendency bestows a path upon her visage. She will retract her gaze and shroud it in black, thick layer of darkened keratin shielding glance from further harm of the other who the dream places forwards. Flickers of melancholy still do taint existence, however, and she pulls at fragile fabric of expensive uniform.

                                                                                         Really, it was becoming a tic.

 ❝ I should…though… ❞

                                                                                         Phrase is mumbled, hesitant, as if she’s                                                                                          distressed by the thought of the girl                                                                                          hearing. Fear of anger, or hurt, perhaps?                                                                                          Incorrect in whole, for the girl fears for                                                                                          Sabitsuki, rather than herself. Girl is of                                                                                          struggles, correct? What things were                                                                                          'hard' for her, what things were of such                                                                                          feeling to cause a reaction such                                                                                          as that one?

❝ What…is hard…for you? ❞

                                                                                         Hesitant phrase trickles through her                                                                                          lips, seeping through a filter                                                                                          like mineral infested rainwater.

[ytroba]

【✜】　Her ears are trained in the tyto alba's followings, and while discomfort would always emerge from the loudness of noise were it ever to be extended to such screeching volume, .flow had always been of of subtle noises as opposed to organic silence. The other's words come to her as still decipherable even if decibels given were not too much to be viewed upon charts (and recognition does Sabitsuki have for so). In earlier tense had she found, half-minded, at the very outer fences of her peripheral scope, the simple meddling of fabric with gentle fingers.

And here she is to give fact to, even if not vocalized (never to be; awful) ― with not the entirety of the sickness within her but still a considerable measure of so ― does she wish she could stare upon those fingers to be playing with inanimate existence now. At the aforementioned now, however, Sabitsuki has not yet looked away sans a minor glance (maybe coming to a full sum of two) to the side, not that far from their positions, either.

It and she both can fuck everything up, she can assure ― as illustrated with their interactions within the past ten minutes.

“Sick,” she begins. “Being sick. .flowing. Living... mostly.” Sabitsuki brings the topic of not the sharpest turn but still one nonetheless, however: “Do you know why I created .flow?”