empyrealarc

[empyrealarc]

breaking this blog down!  thanks for the love, gang, but the vibes aren’t here any longer. gonna send Ana elsewhere

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #i'm not gonna queue this 60 times. just one more reblog. for the later crowd

[empyrealarc]

breaking this blog down!  thanks for the love, gang, but the vibes aren’t here any longer. gonna send Ana elsewhere

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #and ana'hira is ALL vibes. as you certainly know

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empyrealove:

“It was the fifteenth anniversary of M-Day! I was in a high school parking lot, throwing small pebbles at theatre kids whilst yelling ‘IT DOESN’T GET BETTER!’ Suddenly I hear an 'IMPERIUS REX!’ echoing from the filthy river nearby.

The fish-king Namor emerges from the moist New York landmark.

'Mr. Sub-Mariner!’ I say. 'You’ve finally responded to my fax messages!’

At the time, this was my only means of communication because the fat camp I was attending didn’t allow computers. The councilors were scared we’d start diddling our dangly-bits to google images of FULL-FAT CREAM CHEESE!

He glides on over to me, and he whispers ’…SLUT.’”

    “What was that?” He says ‘You heard me, bitch. You’re a sinner. I know that you find ‘Hank Pym.’ attractive.”

...AND WHAT ABOUT IT, FISHMAN!? So what I find that human personification of a warm glass of milk hot! Now might he be the type of man who, in the heat of passion, is so sexually repressed that he whimpers out ‘...Mama!’ Perhaps. But that’s a risk that I’m willing to take. Sorry to his wife, but I don’t support other women!

Namor nods, and he says ‘You know what? I respect you. Because you stood your ground.’ 

  And with that, he two-stepped back into the Hudson River. And on that day I was diagnosed with Bad Bitch Syndrome. And I have been suffering ever since.”

#ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #there you go! closure

[empyrealarc]

There was more to the story of Namor slut shaming Angela, but I can’t remember it... I had a whole 3 part post for it, but-

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #august of last year? #I was... no idea #oh well.

[empyrealarc]

"It was the fifteenth anniversary of M-Day! I was in a high school parking lot, throwing small pebbles at theatre kids whilst yelling 'IT DOESN'T GET BETTER!' Suddenly I hear an 'IMPERIUS REX!' echoing from the filthy river nearby.

The fish-king Namor emerges from the moist New York landmark.

'Mr. Sub-Mariner!' I say. 'You've finally responded to my fax messages!'

At the time, this was my only means of communication because the fat camp I was attending didn't allow computers. The councilors were scared we'd start diddling our dangly-bits to google images of FULL-FAT CREAM CHEESE!

He glides on over to me, and he whispers '...SLUT.'"

#ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ; cosmic princess. #original post date: august 13th 2021

[empyrealarc]

Okay, Ana’Hira’s dick is bigger than everyone’s here, so let’s just put that to bed right now.

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #it's like a baguette!

[empyrealarc]

    “GUESS WHAT, YOU POOR PEOPLE! I’M NOT DEAD! Despite what a certain clown-faced skank on twitter might have told you. I was just on vacation on the island only reach people know about.”

#ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien's Return of the Queen!

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    “I’m comfortable talking about my virginity, Bestica! Our bodies, all of our bodies, are as temples. They’re holy instruments that should only, truly, be revealed to another once an unbreakable matrimonial bond is formed! 

  Though I may dress a certain way, and act a certain way, my body has been, and will remain, untouched by unwed hands~

  Virginity is cool, friend. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

@fiddlingonthetympanic​ || bestica tessica doesn’t think Angie’s a virgin! RUDE!

#fiddlingonthetympanic #ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #she is pure. as the driven snow.

[empyrealarc]

dusktrip:

( twitch stream, 2 hours and 17 minutes in, side-by-side reaction with angela’s instagram live )

“Oh my fucking god, she’s so cliche. What the hell is she even talking about? What does she know about the Dalai Lama?” Vape rip. “Chat. Chat! Slow down on sending me links, we’ve already gone over like, ninety-six percent of these tweets –”

Superchat robot voice: “just say the word and we’ll torch her mansion lol“

“ – thanks for the 10 gifted subs, chicknfcker. You know I’d never directly advocate for violence, even though this idiot obviously deserves the worst –”

[ A Youtube Stream~ LIVE to all of her followers, not but 4 minutes in. ]

    “Do you see what happens when you tell people to do better? The reason certain individuals didn’t try to elevate is because they’re even lower than is healthy. Not to DOX myself, but, look outside. Look- look... There are people outside of my gates, yelling, and cursing, and peeing on things! I tried to play nice, make amends with people, and now I’m being attacked for being the better person?

  Trust me, beloveds, I heard about her ‘twitch stream’. Who uses Twitch anymore, anyway? The metrics and algorithm there are completely user unfriendly, but I expect no less from someone who’s ‘followers’ are as base and aggressively disrespectful as this.

  Don’t worry, my loves, I’m safe. None of them are brave enough to actually try and get in the house, but I want this to be a beacon to you all. Be careful who you trust. Because some people are just rancid vibes with bright smiles.”

#dusktrip #ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR.

[empyrealarc]

dusktrip:

( 47 second clip on twitter )

“Hey, what’s good, Clussyites? You’ve seen the shit on my feed: Princess Angela is trying to dredge up some silly 00’s ‘beef’ between the two of us as if this isn’t about me calling out her abusive paradigms. Girlbossing? Toxic positivity? Not only is that shit ancient, it isn’t poggers at all. All my zoomer oomfies know what I’m talking about. My advice? Block her and her fanatic stans with the cringe icons. Punchie out.”

[ An Instagram Live, streamed to well over 8 million people. Hour 3, Minute 43 ]

“-And I just think that, like, if anyone had a problem with me, they could just say so! I’m always open to lines of communication, I ALWAYS take time to know when I’m doing wrong, and when I could change and improve, right? Trying to ‘cancel’ me without taking the time to try and talk to me? Without trying to promote growth and betterment? That’s what’s wrong. ‘If we’re quick to draw the sword, our hand will always be closed.’ The Dalai Lama taught me that, and I think that’s something other people in this world could hope to study. Maybe then we’d have less chaos and clown-based crime in the world if we did.”

#dusktrip #ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #this is what the internet was made for #E-Beef.

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    “I’ve come to make an announcement, Punchabelle Cluss-Bus Kaye is a liar, and a bitch! She lied about me on the fucking internet! That’s right, she went on twitter.com, used my government name and went ‘She’s problematic, we’re not besties’ WHEN WE’RE TOTALLY BESTIES! So, I’m making a callout receipt DNI post right now! Punchalina Kayman, you really hurt my feelings and you’re uninvited to my Gals & Pals Night at my Daddy’s Estate this Friday! 

If I see you again anytime between now and Friday, and you apologize, you’re allowed to come but if you don’t, I WILL get my besties together to write scathing, AND TRUE, things about you in all the public bathrooms between here and Midway City!”

#ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #omgsmh. BETRAYED. IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE OF TWITTER.COM!

[empyrealarc]

It’s Angela. She’s a ‘proud virgin’, for her sponsors. I forgot.

I… forget the canon. Is Angela the virgin or is that someone else?

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #that's another case solved!

[empyrealarc]

I... forget the canon. Is Angela the virgin or is that someone else?

#ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ; OOC. #NONE of them are virgins but one of them lies about it... #what does the wiki say>

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                               JUSTICE IS BLIND                                                                 NOT HEARTLESS

#ᶦ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ; PROMO! #IT'S PROFESSOR KISMET!! #angela's favorite FGC meme

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@empyrealove personally came to me, weeping, begging for a starter. sad!

UMM!!! THIS IS BULLSHIT, YOUR HONOR! SHE KNEW ME. EVERYONE KNOWS ME, BUT ESPECIALLY HER.

EXHIBIT A!

#dusktrip #ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #THE NERVE OF SOME PEOPLE! #Lying about an innocent virgin like this!!

[empyrealarc]

Simone Ashley in Broadchurch season 3 episode 7 (2017) dir. Paul Andrew Williams

#ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵍᵃᵖᵉ; ANA'HIRA S'BYLL-BREED. #can't wait for ana's cameo in doctor who #love that funky little alien

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    “So this is my senior year of high school. I’m going to prom with my boyfriend, at the time, Victor Richardson. He was the Captain of the Football team, I was the Co-Captain of the Cheer Squad. I was still a virgin, because I knew ‘giving it up’ in High School just wasn’t for me. Vic seemed appreciative of my decision, so we were great together. 

  A week before prom, I found out he’d cheated on me with my Co-Captain, Jessica Chase. I didn’t blame her. To this day, I still don’t... Anyway, so, I’m going to prom with Vic, right? We make an appearance, we dance, we laugh, we win Prom King & Queen, of course. I mean, look at me. Of course I won Prom Queen.

  So, during our Royal Dance... Uh- Earth Angel by the Penguins. Someone was a Back to the Future fan. During the dance, I whisper into his ear that I’m finally ready. I want to thank him for waiting for me, for being so kind and caring, and as thanks I’m going to... y’know.”

    “So, after the dance we sneak out to the Principal’s Office. He had this big mahogany desk, the size of a twin bed. We creep in, lock the door behind us... Now Vic was big. I won’t deny him that, he had it all going for him. But he wasn’t very considerate. He tore my dress trying to hike it up, broke the principal’s lamp shoving it to the floor. He was a whirlwind of aggressive, sexual energy. 

  I did all I could to guide him, try to get him to breathe, and think. Finally, I climb onto the desk, lay on my back, looking up at him as he almost tears his belt in half trying to get it and his pants off. God, we must have looked like a mess.

  Eventually, he gets them off. He’s hovering over me, telling me to breathe. ‘The first time is always a little uncomfortable’ he said. I touched his cheek, and told him I was ready.

Panties to the side, I can hear the faint sounds of Earth Angel starting up again in the gym. I was ready. I’d meant it, when I said it...

  There was- there was a lot more blood than I’d expected. Getting in was easy, that took nothing... but the blood? The sounds? Strangled whining, grunting & groaning. Arrythmic twitching and shivering, rutting & worse? I held onto him like I was afraid he was going to run away. Held him as he moaned, struggled and gave me everything he had.

  It didn’t- It didn’t last long. My fault, not his. It was my first time, I didn’t know how to make it last. I’ve learned a lot since then, my technique’s gotten better, of course! But- Whatever, this isn’t about that.”

    “Of course, I cleaned up afterword! Changed into a new dress, used the Principal’s bathroom to wash my face, made sure the scene was set the way it was meant to be. Left the Principal’s office before Vic did. Stagger our exits, so no one was able to suspect we were in there together. 

  By the time I got back to the Gym, the party was dying down. People were headed off to their after-parties, things were wrapping up. I got a ride back home with Jess. Told her I didn’t know where Victor went off to after the dance. Probably partying with his football buds, celebrating another ‘touchdown’.

Fast forward two days to the next Monday. They found Vic’s body on the Principal’s desk. Bled out from having his throat torn open. Broken window behind him, and a set of bloody paw prints leading out into the city made examiners think it was... the wildest animal attack on record. Jaguars aren’t native to Staten Island, of course. Maybe one escaped a zoo? Maybe it was a rabid dog? The case is still unsolved to this day. Poor Vic.

As for me, though? I still keep in touch with Jess! She’s a Registered Nurse at NYU. If she hadn’t told me that she slept with Victor... well, he’d probably be a stock broker right now. Somewhere on wall street, continuing to be an asshole with too big a dick and too little empathy.

  But she did! And so most of Vic is buried in the Rosemont Cemetary off I-95. A small, very small part of him though? I keep that part with me always. His throat, and his soul, are in the black hole in my heart. Being torn apart forever, and ever... until reality itself comes to a close.”

    “Anyway, that’s the story of my prom night! Thanks for listening, beloved. Love you~ All that talking made me hungry though. Gonna go find something to eat. Until next time!”

#ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶦˢˡᵃⁿᵈ; DIOSA AMOR. #had a thought yesterday about expanding on Angela's first kill #i've mentioned it a few times but never gotten into it #SO HERE IT IS! #gore tw #blood tw #cannibalism tw