"only in silence the word" | ey/em/eirs | child(ren) of Jupiter | inhuman legion | 🔞trauma, perversion, filth, void liturgy | bound to Duty and its betrayal
it was simple really, how she ended up here: a cute girl at a bar, a few drinks, a few lustful glances, going back to her place, taking drugs, taking each other, lying in bed as the world faded strangely and her body refused to move...
what was difficult -- horrifying -- was why.
chained naked to a pole in a large empty space (maybe a warehouse?); drizzled daily with a foul-smelling waxy substance; surrounded by uncanny figures who chanted and seemed to move in directions she couldn't understand.
why?
Sep 12, 2022 • 10 tweets • 2 min read
Your blood is not blood; it is not a crude scarlet haemoglobinous fluid, rife with oxygen and nutrients.
It is not a liquid. It is not a substance. It is a vein-waltz memoir ensemble danced by the legacy of history, sung by a trillion starry ghosts.
This is not a metaphor.
It is said that the human body has ten fingers. In truth, it has many more, stretching unseen in all directions, but to speak of them all would take too long.
It is said, then, that you are a person with ten fingers.
But few know that each finger is a person unto itself.
Aug 3, 2022 • 13 tweets • 3 min read
Tersijn, née Loyj, was a master of the Dual Principle, sometimes called the Way of One Divides Into Two.
Suitors would approach her with infatuative logic, posing riddles such as "What is the essence of the heart that kens?"
Tersijn would smile within and without, answering:
"There is none, save for that which is kent one moment and forgot the next."
Her suitors would slink away, dejected and blinder of the mind's eye.
War-priests and bloody angels would question her, asking "How might war's constituents be made and mended more quietly?"
Aug 3, 2022 • 7 tweets • 2 min read
aeolinth: hey
sradgar37: hey sup
aeolinth: you will NEVER guess where i am in the process with the girl
sradgar37: omg i can tell this is gonna be good
aeolinth: so it took like,,10 months of LSD and control to make it believe it had magic powers right
sradgar37: go on...
aeolinth: like 10 months of really intense conditioning
sradgar37: yah
aeolinth: but in just the last TWO i've made it think i feed it human flesh
sradgar37: haha wtf?? like that's based but y tho
aeolinth: to "strengthen its magic", of course
sradgar37: ohhhh haha shit nice
Jun 3, 2022 • 17 tweets • 4 min read
(CW: gore, murder, death)
You have been bitter enemies for a long time. She is the pit into which you cast your hatred, and you are the vessel into which she pours her venom.
You have fought many battles over the years.
This, however, is your last, and it seems she has won.
In the Undream, she found you, hunted you, chased you. You fled, parried, traded blows like always.
But when the dagger-charm hit you in the back, severed your spine, you knew it was over.
