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So, too, is Death possessed of infinite strategies and a gaunt nature.
2020 oldie but goodie. rest in power, kween.


Worn underneath a full mask of white filigreed with gold and crimson was another mask of clear judgement. Or perhaps it was simply the nature of her resting face, where scrutiny settled behind hollowed out eyes most of all, where big lashes swiped slowly as she eyeballed harshly the hall and those who participated in what was silently deemed by the crimson mistress as a peacock parade.

'Convenient’ was always the first word that came to mind in a place like this. Only remembered what was convenient for her to know at any given time, forgot what would be convenient for others, because Azar Atma did not actually care about other people and their plights. She cared more about not looking like the bad guy, which meant everyone else has to play the villain.


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when something is described as 'toxic' i operate under the assumption that people have already made the effort / undertaking to fix the problem to better the experience for both parties, and yet after some time and purposeful effort to meet in the middle the unsavory situation continues to go on a downward spiral. obviously, the only solution for them is to separate themselves from that group. i honestly don't think anyone is liberally using words such as 'toxic' or 'cliquey' without considerable deliberation, and even then it's just one side of a two-lane street.

if we surround ourselves exclusively with like-minded individuals we run the risk of empowering our sense of self-righteousness (and if the world at its current state can serve as an example, we create a path of exclusion and displacement of the other). as humans (and especially as people behind computer screens) its our responsibility—to ourselves and to others—to bridge the gap between the polarized groups that we (whomever "we" may be) perpetually create in our spaces. @astrarium had said it best earlier in this thread, but i think more people need to step away from their obsession of self and personal feelings and start examining how to "give people what they want in a way that facilitates what you want." 

anyway, that's my two cents. i felt inclined to say something bc i know my post mentioned the community as a whole (which was from a perspective mired with paranoia and years-long exposure to uncontrolled toxicity). when spaces become absolutely unsafe, just leave.
last edit on May 27, 2021 19:55:21 GMT by PHIMBO
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So, too, is Death possessed of infinite strategies and a gaunt nature.
me having to DM an event thread: alright kids gird up ur loins for all dat horror i've been cravin' my name is actually junji ito
last edit on May 13, 2021 6:48:37 GMT by PHIMBO
aliasphimbolina
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So, too, is Death possessed of infinite strategies and a gaunt nature.
for context this was from a bleach/burn the witch rp lmao



The Xcutioner was by no means a religious woman but there were some biblical things she understood quite well.

Sinners were snakes, and she was what sucked the venom out.

And, how does one stop a snake?

By cutting off its head.


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The nauseating stench within was a distraction, and so too the deafening quiet. Silence quivered with insidious strings where invisible fingers strummed the chords of a perilous deceit; the absence of something regaling the ghost song of the underworld and a place deeper than the insecurity of Orpheus.