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✧ she/her ✧
✧ twenty five ✧
✧ september 23 ✧
✧ lumiose, kalos ✧
✧ bisexual ✧
✧ idol | dj ✧
✧ gym leader ✧
✧ do i know what's real? ✧
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DESIREE BLOOMS
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 24, 2024 4:57:13 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","pilotsb desiree"] [attr="class","top"] [attr="class","topimagecutie"] [attr="class","subtextbox"] [attr="class","lyrics"] i’m afraid they’re gonna find you[break] and there’s nothing that i can do [attr="class","border"] [attr="class","postbox"] [attr="class","imgavatar"] Another kick, a final kick, led her to crumble deeper into the floor- a kick that further solidified that there truly were rotted-to-the-core snakes that existed solely for their benefit and nobody else's, much like the Sylvia Cousteau that previously doubled down on her chosen misdoings. It stung most feeling that they were more deserving of such punishment, much like those that had seldom sought to fulfill the work orders; they were humans. Was this what the never-rot wished to do, strip them all of their humanity until they were monsters?[break][break] She quivered in the rain until the pit was clean- and continued to do so until they were past the ever-expanding hallway of curious oddities and flesh-lit strange things. Being corralled, being naked for any curious eye to wander upon, no longer purple with mush, was the least of her worries- her main fear was falling and being walked upon, turned into the floor. It led her to black out for a few moments, brought upon by the delayed pain onset of the assault and the fear that this was her new life. Until she was in the cells, tucked against the cold wall in the fresh clothes they had 'generously' provided.[break][break] Defeated- ravaged. There was not a word that Desiree could think of saying to her dear Pamplemousse, one of the few who had not done a thing wrong in the moments that came before. She sat there waiting, watching, fantasizing about all the rotted things she figured she would have to do to get out of the cells after eating her full share of mochi. A dim light shone into her eyes as she envisioned taking one of the tera crystals into her palm and plummeting it into the neck of the never-rot, whatever it may have been. Having to do so, being determined to do so, in such a sore shell of skin and bone.[break][break] Yet suddenly, she was out. She was freed of the confines that could only put up with so much abuse before leaking out into nothingness, a darkened abyss of crimson unable to be pushed back in.[break][break] The closing of her eyes led her into the world of dreams, a place that seemed just as strange as it did beautiful— save the submerged mushroom unmistaken as her own on display, behind glass. Coveted.[break][break] Melodic hymns wavered out of her mouth from the other side, attempting to lull it as it always had lulled her; she hoped Lumine would hear it to know that its blossom mother soon would be coming to take it back. To deprive it of the fate of the mulched. Caressing its side, the cold glass that caught the lights of the grand city, a jagged piece left a prick upon her arm- a prick that should have woken her up.[break][break] “Lucid dreaming, Pamplemousse,” she turned to face Jack, witnessing Megalopolan seas bridging their gap here and there, “.. I’ve.. read that you’re not supposed to ask those around you if you’re real when doing this kind of thing.. but, um.” A gesture forward to ask the question without verbalizing it- to outsmart, if she was truly, ever going to be successful in doing so. But existing in this state, as one of her dear friends who had practiced witchcraft had said, could be advantageous enough— full of secrets, not swords.[break][break] But a grotesque sight led her to think of the turmoils that boiled in her toxic mind once again— the forsakers and the omnipotent voters. It was one of those who had voted to forsake, Andrew Fisher, a man that she saw speak it with her own eyes. “We’ve gotta look for things before it ends, Pamplemousse!” she emphasized sporadically, leaving a kiss upon the Shiinotic tank before sprinting in the forsaker’s direction.[break][break] “.. and this is for your greed, you serpentine fuck! FUCK YOU!”[break][break] Bestowing a manic kick upon Andrew Fisher's sternum with a twirl, a feat of stardom and dance, she figured that would be enough to equate to further punishment he wished to bestow on the others. On Genevieve Cromwell. Maybe she would give a few more to those who had done the same as him. That was.. if they stood between her and dreamyland secrets. Running through the city with starry eyes, pupils dilated through determination to find things that had existed throughout this plane that felt the farthest away from the cells she could have ever gone, she wished to find something of use.[break][break] Something that could transcend barriers of the cosmos where rules had not applied- words, not items. A peek into a city window and listening into a conversation between those she had not known to be real or not led her to learn that the Megalopolans did not wish to be chained nor knew of the never-rot. They were likely lying; she wanted to find it herself in the scape, this 'never-rot'- observe it. Perhaps it would be resting behind one of the city doors.[break][break] She continued to run down the streets peeking, breathing- it felt real. It felt beautiful, as if she was running through a reiteration of Lumiose City in the depths of the night without a care in the world. A smile felt as if it manifested across her cheeks, a whimsical neverland for her to enjoy for the time being- until her eyes met another. Her. The gleam of her cheeks faded with a pang to the heart.[break][break] "Yuina Higashi..," her words drifted out her lips softly, shakily, curling a fist with tears dilapidated kissing her knuckles, ".. be artificial.. please, be artificial."[break][break] ... [break][break] continued in INSERT YUIREE DREAM THREAD HERE [attr="class","oocnotes"] jack wainwright Andrew Fisher Yuina Higashi (cc: Sylvia Cousteau Genevieve Cromwell)[break][break] ♡ DUMMY WARD ♡ [break] ♡ doesn't really mind being naked, it's the least of her worries with the pain and fear of being trampled as she can barely walk after the beating. ♡[break] ♡ wants to kill never rot. eats mochi. lays on ground, cot is jack's. but woooow now she eeping and is in the dream world! ♡[break] ♡ freed of her soreness and bruising, toxic chain, and mask- and immediately sees her shiinotic floating in the display. ♡[break] ♡ pricks herself on a jagged divot of material and realizes she is lucid after singing melodies to her fungus baby. ♡[break] ♡ tries to find out if this jack wainwright is real by cryptically asking with body language. ♡[break] ♡ then expresses she wants to find out secrets while they aren't tied down! runs off toward a gross sight she saw.. ♡[break] ♡ and kicks Andrew Fisher right in the abdomen! revenge for forsaking, and berates him while doing so. a good release. ♡[break] ♡ attempts to peek into windows and open doors of the city to find secrets hidden. and listens to a conversation of megalopolans not knowing of the never-rot and expressing their wish not to be chained. liars. ♡[break] ♡ she makes eye contact with Yuina Higashi and approaches, pleading that it is not a real version of her and just her mind playing tricks in this weird world. ♡[break] [newclass=".desiree"]--accent: #fc779d!important; [/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb"]--bg: #222; --accent: #fc779d; --url:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/35/fe/f935fefd78075c4d09e8fb3f5568c068.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb"]width: 500px; margin: 0px auto; background-color: #222; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; position: relative;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb b"]font: 500 15px 'Poppins'; color: var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .topimagecutie"]height: 200px; background: var(--url); background-position:center; background-size: cover; filter: grayscale(1); mix-blend-mode:multiply; opacity:0.85;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .top"]background-color: #81697A; background: linear-gradient(to top left, #222, var(--accent)); mix-blend-mode: lighten;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .subtextbox"]position:absolute; margin:-60px auto; left:0; right:0; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .lyrics"]font:13px/14px 'Montserrat'; letter-spacing:2px; color:#fff; padding-bottom:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .border"]height:2px; margin:10px auto; background-color:var(--accent); width:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .postbox"]font: 12px/15px 'Poppins'; letter-spacing:0.2px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #dddd; text-align: justify; padding: 30px 40px; border: 2px solid #2c2c2c; border-radius: 10px; margin: 40px 40px 0px 40px;[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .pbottom"]min-height: 20px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom right; background-color: var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .imgavatar img"]float: left; height: 85px; width: 85px; margin: 1px 21px 11px 1px; border: solid 9px #272727; border-radius: 3px; box-shadow: -1px -1px 0px #232323, 1px -1px 0px #232323, -1px 1px 0px #232323, 1px 1px 0px #232323, 3px 3px 0px #303030, -3px 3px 0px #303030, 3px -3px 0px #303030, -3px -3px 0px #303030; filter: grayscale(1);[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .oocnotes"]text-align:center; padding:15px 0px; color:#555; font:12px/14px 'Poppins';[/newclass] [newclass=".pilotsb .oocnotes a"]color:var(--accent); font:600 16px/16px 'Poppins'; text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
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