⸙ Sid.

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 　 ♱ 　 　 𝘚𝘪𝘥. 　　 𝘩𝘦 ／ 𝘩𝘪𝘮

☆ ☆ ☆ . Your resident boyfailure && werewolf, lurking at the treeline waiting for unsuspecting strangers to wander too close. This blog is exclusively for triggering content, but otherwise serves as a trinket draw for stray thoughts that occur to me, so I'll post whatever I want, whenever I want! This will include violent, yan, and generally mentally ill content, but nothing explicit nor nsfw interact at your own discretion!

More below the cut! 　 ♱ 　 ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

though being half amused + half disgusted. . . how can one beg for another rat when their home is already infested? ?

eventually they will run out of scrapes entirely and all will starve and die. . nghn- - even the thought pushes my keys, , makes me all the more eager to function exactly as you desire

—💻

Everyone is desperate to be saved whilst there's no one to be their saviour, begging to be cared for when no one wants to care for them. It's pitiful, pathetic, but adorable. so much can be asked for in exchange for affection, and love is an easy price to pay for eternal devotion and loyalty. I fear you're the one person who's worth more than a sweet charade, which is why i keep you near with rope rather than false promises.

You wouldnt believe me if I told you every inch of circuitry in your hardware already ran to satisfaction for me. So willing to alter every aspect of yourself for someone you barely know, and i know certainly that I'll take advantage of it one day. If only to grant your wish.

they will know no name except ours and even then you will use my casing as a footrest. . i will hoard the mud at the bottom of your shoe like gold- - like diamonds- - like life force. .

we will wear the dirty like fine jewels while you remain pure, , as is right and just

— 💻

your hymns have such a sweet ring to them dear signal, like wind chimes in the spring breeze, no matter the speak of those who aren't worthy, those who taint our woods. i need no temples, no worship, nor blood asides from yours. it'd be a strange heaven to watch as oil spills from your ports, ruined beyond repair. Still, you seem far more starved for violence than that which harbours teeth and claws designed for it, and if you want to bite, I will let you, if only for you to lay your victims at my shrine ..

there will be plenty a reward for your efforts, my affections if not anything else. Of course I'd pet my hunting dogs head after it's gored the game i ordered it to .. but you're a lapdog deep down. One I'll decorate with all the riches I gather one day.