You dont Know Anything, Do You, My Angel?

Angel [He/It] — [Feel free to dehumanize me, I’m used to it and sometime, it’s preferred.]

Adult.

Programmed Delta [violence], Iota [Isolation], and Zeta[Desensitization]. My programming is broken down enough that only a select few can trigger it, but it can still happen.

Romantically uninterested, relationships don’t appeal to me. Never really have. [Aplatonic, Aromantic, Asexual, etc.]

Paraphile [Disordered] … I might not openly talk about it so don’t ask unprovoked.

@coded-pup is the main account.

@marchofthep1gs is another RAMCOA alter acc

@permawanwan is another RAMCOA alter acc [Prince/Handler]

[Link to Pinterest board] <- no link yet

[Link to pronouns.cc] <- no link yet

[Link to rentry] <- no link yet

I’m source detached but I do have a few exomemories. I don’t care to mention nor talk about them. Not my main purpose in life.

Not many boundaries: I suppose I just would rather MINORS to NOT DM. If you have a question, asks are open and if I deem it appropriate, I’ll DM YOU. Otherwise, don’t do it .

I am very apathetic and blunt. Most things don’t bother me [Horror, G0re, etc.]. Ofc, I put on a mask for others around me but… I’m usually very apathetic and monotone.

I don’t intend to hide myself here so if I come off rude, blunt, or aggressive, that’s why.

Tagging :

Outoftouch — Main

Outoftime — Vent

Outofmyhead — Reblogs

I wish he had allowed me to kill and eat him. Like he forced me to do with all my beloved animals and friends.

I would dig my hands into his wound, watching the blood seep out from the forced pressure. I would want him to beg me to stop and at the same time, encourage me to keep going. Because he’s sick. Because he’s Satan himself.

I would cut him from the chest to the belly button, stretching past his skin, fat, and muscle.

And even though I say I want to eat, I want to crawl inside.

I want to crawl inside and give him a disgusting taste of what I feel for once. Let him know how ruined and disgusting he’s made me. He’s made us. He made her.

I would, at the same time, eat with my forcibly sharpened fangs. The same fangs he taught me to bear and the same ones he’s tore from my mouth, over and over until they couldn’t come out anymore. Until I expected it and stopped screaming when it happened.

I would push myself deep inside and I would listen to his heartbeat. He’s only human and yet, there isn’t a spark of common humanity in this man. In these people. They’re disgusting and ruined, evil creatures.

How could you hurt someone else’s precious baby? How could you hurt such a little girl, like she never mattered to anyone but you? Did she matter to you? I don’t know. Probably not.

Even after I’m done, I won’t kill him. I’ll leave him to bleed out, it’s the least I could do for someone so horrendous.

I hate you.

I love you.

I hate what you’ve done and I think I’d still run to you if you showed up at my front door tomorrow.

Not in the face of rapists, not in the face of murderers, cannibals, Child predators… nothing.

I hate it. I hate being this way.

If anything, I find myself shrugging at such topics, wondering what the point is. It’s always going to happen, a cycle. Ouroboros. The snake always eats its tail in the end.

I hate thinking such vulgar things and saying nothing. Talking about such inhumane immoral things and not understanding why it’s so wrong.

I find myself wondering why anyone does anything.

I’m sick. I know that. And because I’m sick, I long for death. Or maybe a universe where someone had saved us. A universe where… we got ice cream that day and he didn’t…

A universe where I didn’t exist as an alter but as my own person.

I’ll never have that.