This World Broke Me Without Mercy Then Called Me A Monster For Daring To Get Angry.

This world broke me without mercy then called me a monster for daring to get angry.

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝

+𝟏𝟖 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 +𝟐𝟏), 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐎𝐂 & 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 & 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 +𝟖 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨 ➡ @deathshadowed

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 & 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

If you were a deity, what would you be the God of?

winter and death

you’re known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who don’t directly worship you, you’re actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.

Type of shoes work requires to wear for 10-12 hours of standing:

Shoes I'm actually comfortable standing in because of my fucked up Achilles tendon:

@alchemaxed

Long day, without the end of it in sight. At least it was quiet, away from prying eyes; deep in the laboratory which changed everything. She learned how to be indifferent and efficient by now, locking memories into containers just like...snakes. Her venom glands were acting up to the point they were causing discomfort, she was even recommended a dentist from her colleague.

It was time for a refill anyways. Submerged in the careful task of filling special bullets, a tiny hole drilled with precision into the point, only allowing the syringe to pass through and fill the cavity with her venom. Because of the modified structure, the bullet would be ruined upon impact and even if the wound itself wouldn't be lethal, the venom sealed the fate. Technically and legally, it classified as a biological weapon but Karma never felt the need to lament on ethics.

The activity eventually lulled her into productive serenity, until her laboratory started rattling, vials shattering, carefully arranged bullets scattering as a portal opened right there.

“MÉG A LÓFASZNAK IS VAN VÉGE!” (Even the horsedick has an end too!)

She snapped up from her chair with a furious exclamation at the sight of whatever the fuck invaded her space now.

“Ha megtalálom a felelőst hogy MINDENKI nálam köt ki, úgy faszon lövöm, hogy a következő életében is érezni fogja!” (If I find the one responsible that EVERYONE lands at me, I'm going to shoot him in the dick that he will feel that in his next life!)

“TAKARODJ PICSÁBA KI A HÁZAMBÓL!! ” (Get the fuck out of my house!) Revolvers already loaded, cocked and ready to be used