𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮

˖ ࣪⊹౨ৎ⋆ She’s all midnight honey and shimmering stars, mingling with holy fire in the velvet night. ⊹ ࣪RP/OC — PARODY ⊹ ࣪˖ #Wicked .: 10.12.2024

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝟎𝟐.𝟎𝟒.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

“𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.”

The days had blurred into an endless haze; she no longer knew what day it was or how much more she could endure. »

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

» the torment, the relentless ache.  

For the first time in so long, she felt peace.

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝟎𝟐.𝟎𝟒.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

“𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.”

The days had blurred into an endless haze; she no longer knew what day it was or how much more she could endure. »

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

» tilting her head back to face the sky.  

"I'm sorry…"  

The whispered apology carried into the night as she let herself fall, surrendering to the abyss.  

And then—warmth. A sensation unlike anything she had expected. It wrapped around her, consuming the agony, »

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

https://t.co/gPRhDPP3x7

[𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠. @paintedwithsins]

Beneath the Perfect Son: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

The air in my penthouse felt thick, charged with a tension I couldn’t shake. My father’s words from the day before echoed in my mind. (+)

[𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. @ManiacalScribe]

His sin is a stain on my soul, and only his demise can begin to cleanse it, even if it leaves me forever damned.

https://t.co/eSxyTMK1LS

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

@OfSuchBeauty It is what it is.

[𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 @PoemOfTheStars]

…The fact that we still have each other blocked.

[ً @holyaches]

perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

[𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐄. 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. @OpulentPrincesa]

⠀ ⠀
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵; 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[ً @holyaches]

it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， it hurts， ——why can’t i dіe?

[𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 @NocturnaLetalia]

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐟 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 -𝑰𝑰

Months had passed and the hunger had evolved into something different.
At first it had been a gnawing relentless craving like a beast demanding to be fed. Now, it was a hollow, yawning abyss inside me. A void that—

[𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 @WickedFaddist]

I think it’s time to reappear and cause some chaos.