Nobody Was Arrested, But Everyone Was Questioned An Entry Straight From The Realm Of Chaos…. Setting: The Bad Breed Maa’s were invited to a garage party, but there were un-liked guest, that are secretly against the realm invited, and the Maa’s know… Leaving it business as usual. By the time the questions started, the damage was already done. Nothing was actively on fire anymore, at the moment anyways. No one was bleeding in a way that required paperwork. And technically, technically, no laws had been broken, like many of those exist. That’s why it got weird, and
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Why Is Everything a Personality Now? A Human Cultural Observation From the Realm of Chaos…. At some point, we stopped having interests and started having these crazy identities. You don’t just drink coffee anymore. You’ are a coffee crazed personality now. You don’t just go to the gym, and workout for your health. You’re a gym girl. You don’t just like music, or enjoy it. You’re built different because of your playlist. You don’t just have trauma. You’re most certainly trauma-coded. Somehow, everything turned into a personality trait. Or, you might even consider it an identity. Lawless (already
Your Creativity Is Wild — You Keep Trying to Domesticate It A Creative Report from the Realm of Chaos… Let’s be completely honest here. Your creativity didn’t just disappear. It didn’t dry up. It didn’t abandon you. It didn’t hop the fence and run away. You caged it in, nice and tight. Somewhere along the way, you learned that creativity should be: neat explainable palatable easy to consume easy to categorize So you trimmed it down to those categories. Smoothed it right on out. Quieted it. All to make it “acceptable.” And then you wondered why it stopped showing
Some Environments Make You Honest A Rebel Observation On Life! There are places where pretending doesn’t work. No matter how polished you show up. No matter how good your excuses sound in your head. The environment calls you out immediately. Concrete is one of those places. It doesn’t care who you think you are. It only responds to what you actually do. You step wrong, it tells you. You hesitate, it tells you. You lose focus, it tells you. Instant feedback. No commentary. That’s honesty. Rebel learned early that environments matter more than intentions. You can want
I’m Always the One Still Standing Rebel in the Garage, Building a Bike, While Everyone Else Disappears… The garage smells like old gas, hot metal, and bad decisions. Perfect. I’m halfway under the frame with a wrench in my hand when I hear it again , that familiar sound of people leaving. Not footsteps, exactly. More like energy. The vibe drains out of the room like someone pulled a plug. Conversations fade. Eyes slide away. Plans evaporate. Everybody suddenly “has to do something real quick.” Classic. I don’t even look up. I just keep turning the bolt
My Money Isn’t for Flexing — It’s for Escape Routes A Lawless Account of How Not to Get Trapped Let me be clear about something before we start. If you think money is for showing off, you’ve already missed the point. Money isn’t jewelry. It’s not proof. It’s not validation. Money is the key in your pocket when the door locks behind you. And I don’t talk about my keys. People always assume I don’t care about money because I don’t act impressed by it. I don’t light up when someone starts listing brands. I don’t
THE PERKS OF PMS — A FERAL USER manual INTRODUCTION: WELCOME TO THE TEMPORARY MONSTER UPGRADE PMS is not a weakness. It’s not a curse. It’s not “that time of the month.” PMS is a limited-edition feral buff where your body activates a version of you that could: lift a car, destroy a kingdom, burn a timeline, cry while doing taxes, sense a lie through three walls, and rebuild your entire identity in 48 hours. Your hormones basically say: “We’re rebooting the system. Hold still while we burn everything unnecessary.” Which is funny, because men call this an overreaction, but
Fitness Saved My Attitude. Rage Built My Strength. There are two wolves inside me: one is tired, and the other is raging through a set of deadlifts with pre-workout foaming at the mouth. Guess which one wins every morning? Exactly. People always say, “Wow, you’re so dedicated,” as if dedication is the reason I show up to the gym. Please. I don’t train because I’m healthy. I train because rage needs somewhere to go and punching civilians is frowned upon in most social settings. 1. I Don’t Work Out for Aesthetics — I Work Out So I Don’t
My Discipline Is Chaotic, Not Cute People love to talk about discipline like it’s a color-coded planner, a pastel water bottle, and a perfectly lit desk. Good for them. My discipline? Oh babe… Mine looks like a garage, a goblin screaming in the corner, and a cup of coffee I forgot I made three hours ago. There’s no aesthetic here. No “morning routine.” No “boss babe” monologue playing in the background. My discipline is held together by: roller skate wheels that need tightening, a wrench I can’t find until I don’t need it, pure spite, chaotic momentum, and the
The Art of Giving The Bird Field Notes from Vex, Resident Chaos Creative There are a lot of things they don’t teach you in school. How to protect your peace. How to say no without apologizing six times. How to walk away from people who drain the life out of you. And, of course, how to properly flip someone off. Hi. I’m Vex. Part-time spell-slinger, full-time creative menace of the Realm. Rebel smashes things, Lawless steals things, Rage burns things down… I? I stylize the disrespect, and protect what’s mine magically. Because anyone can stick up a