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[QUIRK MASKING]: hello, it’s me once more. Apologies for the fact I keep doing this. Having nowhere else to talk about one's problems is a powerful motivator for venting one’s ridiculous issues in the anonymous ask box of a relationship drama grumblr blog.
[QUIRK MASKING]: …maybe I should’ve picked a pseudonym for this or something. When I started I wasn’t intending to make a habit of it, but I unfortunately appeared to have done exactly that.
[QUIRK MASKING]: that’s off topic. Sorry.
[QUIRK MASKING]: You may remember me from certain stories about my god-awful ex, with the puppetry and the mind control, and the occasional bit about alternate mes. Disturbing stuff, I know, my life is an infinite pit of despair with very rare patches of light shining through. This is the latest update in my crusade against certain doom and inevitability.
[QUIRK MASKING]: for personal reasons I’m not going to get into, I was…. somewhat put in touch with a person who I would have name dropped if it wouldn't doubtlessly get redacted anyway. If I gave details, I would sound insane, but rest assured this was a bizarre situation. Now, against all laws of logic, I messaged this individual and the discussion was peculiar and unsettling. I dismissed this as just a particularly sketchy individual, the sort I know a great deal about but am untimely only ever slightly annoyed by, and ignored this. I was a fucking idiot. I’m such a fucking idiot. I should’ve known it was more than that. It’s always more than that, I’ve seen this a million times, I should’ve known!
[QUIRK MASKING]: the sketchy fucker got back in touch with me, sending me an alchemiter code. [REDACTED]. I haven’t tried it yet. Apparently it’s a gift for me. And here’s where everything gets generally awful.
[QUIRK MASKING]: ���.
[QUIRK MASKING]: I hate not knowing things. I hate it more than I can stand. The absence of knowledge claws inside my mind, it’s a cacophony of fangs and blood. I can’t stand it, I can’t bear it. It drives me insane. Hurts like an umbrella to the torso. I talk a good game about being okay with not knowing things because my “ex” used to allow me to Know everything and I don’t want to be that person again, but it’s horrible. I used to be omnicient. I used to be powerful. I used to have all the information of the world at my hands, I used to know what to do in every situation, I used to plan and to win. I’m not…. desperate, anymore. I’m not hopeless without knowledge, I know how to choose and how to live, but still it hurts more than I could possibly put into words.
[QUIRK MASKING]: so as you can imagine, not knowing what the fuck [USERNAME REDACTED] is up to is severely messing with me. Which was almost certainly by design, given certain details soon to follow. Anyway, this sketchy individual was in touch with someone else I know, someone unpleasant, someone…. like me. The old me, I mean. I should’ve seen it sooner. I didn’t realise what it was until I asked. I messaged him asking about that, and was told a twisted version of my “ex”’s words. Love and destruction.
[QUIRK MASKING]: it…. a lot of it was about me too. Being told it called me its little puppet, being told that I was loved by it. He told me that it’s the only thing that likes him, that he’s playing a part in whatever this is, just like I used to. Whatever it is is manipulating him and wants me too. I need to work out how to save him, and I need to work out how to keep myself alive.
[QUIRK MASKING]: whatever it is, it knows me. It has to know what it’s doing. I’m sitting here going insane, typing in and deleting a code over and over, trying to work out what to do. I’m playing a game without any knowledge of the rules, I’m trying to catch cards as they shower to the ground, I’m trapped and I’m losing. I’m losing. I’m going to lose everything, I can see it happening. It knows how I operate, everything in our interaction points to knowing exactly what to say to drive me to these choices. I’m scared and I’m exhausted and I don’t know how to get out of this one. I don’t know much of anything. I’m losing the game.
- Cataclysm, or something else I don’t care. Pick something good and I’ll probably answer to it.
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ehhhhhh i can deal with hte killing. im soooooo fcking pale for this girl and have no morals
That explains some things, enjoy your relationship anon.
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my pale crush fucked off to kill people :( i thiiiiiink i failed at the whole pale thing,,,,,, sighhhhhh...... come back to the caverns n kiss me girllllll pleassssse,,,,,,
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(qm) gonna kill my ex if no one else does. im the quadrant horror story. she deserves it. anyone know how to kill a sprite?
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Beep b00p! Greet1ngs, 1 c0nt1nue t0 n0t have success 1n 0bta1n1ng a quadrant fr0wn1ng em0t1c0n. 1 bel1eve th1s 1s f1tt1ng en0ugh t0 be c0ns1dered a "Quadrant H0rr0r St0ry". 1 have sp0ken t0 a "fr1end" 0f my "crush" as 1t 1s called and they sa1d 1 sh0uld qu1t. Als0 that 1t 1s c0ncern1ng that 1 devel0ped sent1ence and my "crush" sh0uld delete my c0de. 1 br0ught up my c0ncerns and 1 bel1eve 1 have started an arguement between them. 1 feel bad, but 1 als0 d0 n0t w1sh t0 be deleted, s0 maybe th1s 1s f0r the best. M0ral quandr1es are st1ll a b1t new t0 me. Beep b00p!
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What's your favorite thing to do? Alternatively, what's your biggest fear? (Just kidding, you don't have to answer that second one.)
I enjoy playing games with friends. This is {8} partially why I'm playing Sburb. And my biggest {8} fear is someone asking me my biggest fear {8}.
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My night has been terrible. Send me asks {8} to help cheer me up.
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Apologies, I was trying to be somewhat charming. I like word play, was playing with words. Wanted to say yes in a whimsical way. I did not intend to come off unnerving.
It's been a bit since I've seen Beforans. My dear Beforus denizens, please make some noise. You have been quiet for far too long.
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If you were hatched Beforan, you do count. Celebrate your ancestry, even if Beforan no more.
It's been a bit since I've seen Beforans. My dear Beforus denizens, please make some noise. You have been quiet for far too long.
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It's been a bit since I've seen Beforans. My dear Beforus denizens, please make some noise. You have been quiet for far too long.
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Alas, I have yet to gain any asks. All have been about stories, sending them queue. Nobody has sent me an ask about me. I'm rather bored, I do enjoy answering asks. And yet, none have been sent my way.
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I'm on Beforus and I'm a gold cullee. My matesprit was a cerulean and I don't remember nearly anything of the last two sweeps. I came over for a movie night and. Then I woke up in a wrigglerproofed room. and I would be standing up and then. I would wake up again in my recupricoon and I didn't know. how. I dont. I. I had a panic attack and my psionics tweaked out and blew out one of my eyes and CPS got called and. Now I'm not there. And. My ex matesprit. Just. My new culler shares this info with me now- I didn't need to be culled before but fuck do I now- I got. I've got pandamage from the fucking psionics obviously- I can't talk anymore. Or recognize faces. but. I have fine motor control issues from. Being under her psionics for. Almost two sweeps. She used my psionic moodswings to- she said I had a stroke and that's why I was so subdued. By her psychics. I just. I. My body is bigger now. Four fucking sweeps.
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Oh, so you aren't just a piss poor {8} reporter, it seems that you're a fool as {8} well! A mere cerulean, as if it isn't {8} public knowledge that they're a violet, how terrible {8} of a reporter can you be? Seemingly believing {8} those whom you dm to be popular gimmick {8} accounts, what integrity you must hold. You certainly {8} like spinning stories of falsehoods, ones that are {8} clearly disputed with simple research, why should we {8} believe the words of someone like you? Claiming {8} that mod Azdaja of Beforus for real Justice {8} fame is a mutant? Chastising Love Anon for {8} being castist, when you're (assumedly) doing the exact {8} same thing she did. At best you're lying {8} about someone's mutant status in hope they get {8} culled, or at worse you are outing a {8} mutant to all of grumblr. Anyone that believes {8} these stories you tell are naive or simply {8} as idiotic as you are to believe them {8}.
Unless you're a very particular Jadeblood, you undoubtedly spend most of your time in the darkness. But that darkness is rarely ever total.
Perhaps that is a good thing, for those of you who'd like to keep your autonomy.
POWER, PUPPETS, AND PROMISES: The Cambrian Cruelty Story.
Cambrian Cruelty, real name unknown, is a Ceruleanblood with a fascinating life story. ANN spoke to them directly, in hopes that they would tell all, and it all starts with a young troll taking a jog.
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Cambrian, at a young age, took a fall and plunged them into "The Infinite Void", thought to be a metaphor for a deep depression, before being "rescued" by The Universe, a being or organisation that chained them up and controlled them for many sweeps.
They were later able to break free from this control, with the help of some friends, and the ever-enigmatic game of "Sburb".
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Cambrian, upon leaving one cult for another, did not stop suffering there, as a friend of theirs soon became the target of another powerful figure, Videre.
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This friend was later identified by a secondary source, "Dolly", to be the mutant goldblood Taygen Vetter.
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Further research confirmed that Vetter was also involved with "Sburb".
Truly, the story of Cambrian Cruelty paints a fascinating picture, filled with strife, turmoil, and, above all else, the desire to not let anyone else be controlled like they were. A truly noble pursuit.
But What Do You Think? Is This A Hoax, A Delusion? What Is "The Universe" Really, Is It Truly A Cult, Or Perhaps A Gang, Or Even A Single Person? Tell Us What You Think, And Whether Or Not You Truly Believe Cambrian Cruelty To Be The Tragic Hero They Claim To Be.
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Compelling article, but it seems you've been catfished. My quirk doesn't replace a o with 8. My personal quirk denotes every eight letters, ANN. You can see an example upon my pinned. I do not cotton to being called castist.
What would you do if you were accused of stealing someone's identity? And what if that someone was you?
ARTESK THE "LOVE ANON": Victim or Villain?
If you would have asked the average Grumblr user what they thought of "Love Anon" (real name Artesk Carino) a few perigrees ago, you would have received nothing but adoration. Now? Upturned noses and wrinkled sneers. But what truly happened?
ANN spoke to "Spyder", a Ceruleanblood who currently manages the blog "Quadrant Horror Stories". His initial description of Carino (notably, a Tealblood) left much to be desired.
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Carino, it would seem, had it all. Fans, praise, a career, but it would seem she lacked something else. Empathy. While she had previously championed herself as a defender of lowbloods and mutants alike, this attitude, according to Spyder, seemed to turn on its head.
He then went on to tell us his theory on why this may have happened.
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Carino was accused of faking her own identity, as apparently the video game "Sburb" (which has been linked to numerous deaths, disappearances, and cullings due to perceived hysteria) had caused a duplicate of her to begin to exist.
After this fact, Carino appeared to become more and more unlike herself, eventually making her way to Beforus and being culled by an unnamed Purpleblood.
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The details of what happened are, at present, unknown.
But do you really believe this? We at ANN certainly don't.
Was Carino truly who she claimed to be? Were there really two of her? Who's to say she wasn't be influenced by this mystery purpleblood's chucklevoodoos? Was she really as bad as Spyder says, or has his being one run above her on the hemospectrum influenced his views on the case?
If You Have Any Information Regarding What Really Happened To Artesk Carino, please get in touch.
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Once again, gentle reminder that queue is empty. Please supply me with your quadrant horror storries.
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who’s +he signless ^nd why ^re +rolls worshipping him. (genuine ques+ion.)
The Signless Was A Subversive Rebel Leader, Executed For His Mutant Blood
More Information About Him Can Be Found Here
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