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[nightmaremaster]

rabidnovakid replied to your post: grimm just tosses stuff into pk’s crown horns to…

PLAY HORSESHOES ON PKS HEAD

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[nightmaremaster]

Everyday I grow more tired that my only company is a piece of Void.

[nightmaremaster]

when mary oliver said “i tell you this to break your heart by which i mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world” and when warsan shire said “ya allah if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day”

#lit

[nightmaremaster]

 To be determined, was the best way to describe their ritualistic summoning back to the long decaying Hallownest Kingdom. Generation after Generation, were meant to prolong the life of their birthplace, meant to make it better for those that would become the next and be able to tell a great tale of what had occurred to give it life in the minds of those that were not civilians. A play, that never ended, and always adapting to it’s captive audience. 

 Now, however, similar to his own puppetries of gawking, only infected husks bore witness to the growth. Unable to document it’s end that had already come and gone and continued to infect and blister. Sans for one Ghost that skirted around, defeating beings of both higher power and rotted skulls. Taking the child with them, but having no obvious intent to take the ritual any further after his first successful defeat. Leaving The Troupe Master to wait and wait and wait..and wait.....

 Child gone, Divine fed, and Brumm at the ready to banish the lot of them before the ritual’s end, it left for not much else. Brumm would meet a punishment only if the tiny Ghost were to follow him back to the beginning so that it may end prematurely. Still, though, something pulsed within the eldritch vessel. A feeling, and memory not so faint, stirred only more dramatically at the sight of The Ghost’s silhouette. 

 A memory strong enough to lure the master from his tent, and wade into the depths of The Forgotten Crossroads. Making his way to an entrance that he had seen before in early life; The Black Egg Temple. Infection pulsating and threatening to burst each beat with puss stemming straight from it’s core. It smelled wretched, and felt no less worse than the first time he’d encountered the specially built building. 

 He needn’t go further.

“They’ve left you to rot, have they?”  what sort of end was that for a vessel so pure,”I still remember our dance,” it burned as freshly in his mind as the flames the Novices guarded in test,”You deserved a fairer end, my-”

 Footsteps no larger than that of a quickly growing teen sounded, The Troupe Master straightening himself at the immediate intrusion. Red eyes meeting black. Ghost, clearly taking in the fact that Grimm is not amongst his usual arrangement of red and black aesthetic, stark against the background glow of parasitic orange. Acknowledgment in The Troupe Master’s eyes as he seamlessly brings his cloak tight around him, before swirling off. Definitely back to his tent, but away from this place that held no future. 

[nightmaremaster]

White knight

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:)

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[nightmaremaster]

“I’ve only had this child for a day and a half, but if anyone contaminates their innocence I would burn everyone in this kingdom and then myself.”

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