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Real lords and muses especially would send me vials of their blood.
၄⋆၃ alright everyone do not blame the vixtim of a grubnapping for being grubnapped thats like blaming someone who has xanxer for getting xanxer if a perpetrator is desperate enough they will overpower their vixtim love or hate the vixtim you xan just simply not talk about it in a xruel manner you dont have to be friends with every fuxking person to go "ok this is fuxked up but it is none of my business and i do not have to be involved but it is still awful and deserves to be treated as suxh" and yiffy is right be quieter about your plans the perpetrator xan READ all of your xhitts i hope laika is found #PSA
i took this photogr✦ph intending to ch✦nge my icon...but i fe✦r i ✦m un✦ble to let go of the one i h✦ve chosen. i suppose i will post it ✦nyw✦y ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
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did-you-play-sgrub/sburb? ♥:-played-and-won ♠:-played-and-lost ♦:-never-played-but-i-know-what-it-is ♣:-never-played-and-i-dont-know-what-it-is
Oh, in that case I should have started with Hello! :) i know the word deserve is doing a lot in this sentence
The way you sign off your messages is a little funny here, I won't lie.
I have evil in my bones :)
She seems like a dear, no?
Happy #SerketSunday! I found myself on quite the adventure with Porrim this week and she once again wrangled me into a photoshoot. So, accept this as a tri8ute to Serket Sunday. ::::D
Resposting my #SerketSunday photoshoot! ::::P
Manipulative person manipulated information out of a very trusting person? Wow! This is shocking and surprising! Some of you kill people for fun. Shut the fuck up.
th✦nk you, zyl✦✦t. i hope you the s✦me for you. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
Greetings Nymir★. I hope you ★re well.
(˶´ ˘ `˶) it is nice to see so much ✦ctivity here. hello everyone ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
:33 < It s33ms a certain Horse and a certain Crab have b33n caught in quite the back and furth dance of courtship! :33 < After having finally decided to make it official another scorned love comes into the light! :33 < A certain Fish that had set their romantic sights on the Crab and now that the Crab is no longer available they have finally mustered up the courage to confess!! :33 < One can only wondfur how this might pan out now that everynyans f33lings are out in the open sea! #HorseshoeCrab #BlindItem #SubmittedTip #StableIssues #ShallowWaters #HorseToWater #Gossip #Drama #MissedConnections #RelationshipDrama #PotentialLoveAffair #PossibleInfidelity #HopefullyNot
Noticing a trend with the pink colored trolls that I do not think I appreciate much.
my head hurts behind my eye but i gotta work on the synths or die
\ shiny happy people /
Your name is KURSIZ OMENZE and you practice WITCHCRAFT with confidence reserved solely for the types of trolls who have never once been asked to provide their PEER-REVIEWED EVIDENCE. Fortunately you have plenty of S-PEER-ITS who have reviewed your study. It doesn't matter if they can't replicate what you do in the laboratories of the higher castes. You make your living performing what you insist is OCCULT COUNSELING, a combination of TALK THERAPY, DIVINATION, FOLK MAGIC, RITUAL and whatever else you can reasonably justify putting onto an invoice. Your clientele consists of trolls who are afraid of the sterile offices of their mental medicull health professionals, and feel describing their feelings to a clipboard is HELL. They come to you. You give them TEA, turn down the lights light your CANDLES of QUESTIONABLE NECESSITY and ask them what has been haunting them lately. Sometimes this is actual GHOSTS. Usually it is LUSUS-BASED-TRAUMA. You believe that feelings are considerably easier to deal with once they have been given a BODY. Grief can be put into an EFFIGY. Anxiety can be folded into paper and sealed inside a JAR. Anger can be written into a CURSE that is never actually cast. Shame can be carved into wax and MELTED. Memories can be tied into KNOTS, buried beneath stones, burned in bowls, spoken into mirrors or carried around in little TALISMANS. You warn them not to let these trinkets out of their sight. Most clients fail in this regard. Despite appearances, you are extremely serious about your work. You have very little patience for trolls who use SPIRITUALITY as a way to avoid accountability, and even less for anyone who attempts to explain obviously terrible decisions with DESTINY, COSMIC ALIGNMENT or THE UNIVERSE. If the stars tell one of your clients to text their ex again, then the stars are WRONG. You have checked. Your respiteblock doubles as your PRACTICE, which means visitors are greeted by shelves of HERBS, CANDLES, BONES, CARDS, CHARMS, STONES, STRINGS, BOTTLES, INCENSE and several KNIVES that you repeatedly assure everyone are CEREMONIAL. There is a chalk circle in the floor surrounded by comfortable cushions, an unreasonable number of blankets, and a sign informing guests that they are NOT ALLOWED TO SUMMON ANYTHING WITHOUT PERMISSION. Someone once asked whether this included EXES. You have since amended the sign to clarify that it especially includes EXES. You are particularly skilled at identifying the moment someone turns their self-loathing into something that imitates INTELLECTUALITY. Unfortunately, their failure has often resulted in strange SPIRITS following them home. Every unpleasant emotion you experience has a SYMBOL, a RITUAL, a THEORY and probably a LABELLED DRAWER somewhere in your hive. You have constructed an elaborate spiritual framework for understanding yourself which has, perhaps inconveniently, allowed you to avoid simply FEELING anything. This is not hypocrisy. It is PROFESSIONAL SPECIALIZATION. You maintain that there is an important distinction between THERAPY WITH WITCHCRAFT and attempting to solve every psychological problem using MAGIC. Magic is a TOOL. Ritual is a LANGUAGE. Sometimes a troll cannot say, “I am afraid I will never be loved,” but they can place a little black stone into your hand and tell you that it represents something they would like to stop carrying. Of course, some of your rituals are genuinely SUPERNATURAL. You prefer not to clarify which ones. You spend a considerable amount of time on CHITTR advertising your services, providing unsolicited interpretations of other trolls' recurring dreams, correcting misinformation about CURSES and reminding your followers that NO, HAVING A BAD FEELING ABOUT SOMEONE DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY MEAN THEY HAVE HEXED YOU. Sometimes a bad feeling is simply your pan noticing that someone is an ASSHOLE before you. You have no established QUADRANTS to speak of, which other people find considerably more interesting than you do. You insist that your romantic life is not relevant to your practice. This has never stopped your clients from asking extremely invasive questions about it while attempting to redirect the conversation away from their own problems. You notice when they do this. You usually let them get away with it for about five minutes. Those are billable moments.
I PROMISE THE ODYSSEY REVIEW IS COMING. I GOT A LITTLE BIT CARRIED AWAY, AND IT’S NOW NEARING 3000 WORDS. OOPS.
odyssey this odyssey that when are we talking a8out the iliad. THE yaoi tome of all time. the heart8reaking story of two lovers 8eing torn apart 8y fate and delusions of fame and also helen I guess (kidding her story is pretty sad too)
\ unfortunate nod emoji /
what is this some kind of crossover episode
introductions! hello everyone. i ✦m nymir✦, the muse of hope. i enjoy sewing ✦nd journ✦ling... i did not re✦lize i found it so difficult to spe✦k on myself...when i ✦m not including the more...esoteric det✦ils, ✦t le✦st. i w✦nt to help people. i w✦nt to m✦ke things better. th✦t is the core of who i ✦m. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
we must never forget th✦t there is hope. even when you feel you ✦re ✦lone, th✦t your fingers ✦re too we✦k to gr✦sp the light. you ✦re not ✦lone. ✦nd you ✦re not st✦gn✦nt. there is nothing you c✦nnot do. things you c✦nnot do yet, perh✦ps. things you c✦nnot do ✦lone. but these ✦re e✦sily remedied. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/488816c44c31.png I did hear it as special beam cannon first, and the English dub has a special place in my heart
makankosappo is up there for beam attacks.
Clothes Beam.
I suppose you and I are quite similar, considering I had no clue trolls even existed until last night.
(˶´ ˘ `˶) i h✦ve h✦d much the s✦me thought. it is wonderful to see ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
Just got here myself. Agreed, this place is interesting.
a lack of vitamin C can cause scars to sometimes open up be sure to have plenty of vitamin C in your diet
How extraordinarily thorough of you. I had wondered why several thousand years of human administrative history had developed a number of small, inexplicable inconsistencies overnight. More precisely, I had known the reason why. Still, there is a distinction between knowing that someone will do something for you and experiencing the particular pleasure of watching them actually commit to the bit with such breathtaking disregard for civic procedure. You have, apparently, given me a birthday. As well, you have given me all that comes with the territory. A Social Security number. An identity predating civilization. Oh, let's see. You have even provided me with personal grievances against Ea-nāṣir. Partial responsibility for an international financial catastrophe has been at the top of my list for eons. Of course, unless I misunderstand the implications of several documents that now insist they have always existed, you have also given me approximately eleven thousand years of back taxes. I forgive you for the last one. The rest is quite lovely. I should clarify that I have never required a birthday. Birthdays are generally useful for people who possess beginnings. They provide a convenient little pin driven into the timeline, so everyone can gather around once per revolution and congratulate the subject for continuing to happen. I have always found the practice charming. It is through your gross misuse of the idea of charity that I am now entitled to participate. On September second, of all dates. How appropriate. You even managed to select a date laden with enough numerological coincidence and retroactive historical vandalism to make the entire affair sufficiently embarrassing for me to appreciate it. I will refrain from commenting on the degree to which you engineered that particular observation specifically because you knew I would notice it. You may even become too insufferable for me. There is also something particularly touching about your decision to commemorate my existence by ruining the lives of complete strangers over minor violations of decorum. You do know me terribly well. Poor Ea-nāṣir. Poor investors. Poor everyone, really. Except Juli from Accounting. Juli sounds delightful. Perhaps I will pay her a visit. Do you happen to know if her aspect is Light- or Time-aligned? It matters little. As for the remainder of your gift, the portions you have elected not to disclose because I technically already know them, I shall endeavor to appear surprised at the appropriate intervals. It is the polite thing to do. Caliborn, seeing as you have already committed the unforgivable social blunder of becoming sincere in public, I suppose etiquette demands that I reciprocate. You are correct. There are birthdays I cannot attend. There are conversations I do not survive long enough to have. There are versions of today which occur after I have ceased to be available for commentary. It is, therefore, unexpectedly pleasant to be informed that someone has gone to the trouble of reserving them for me anyway. Before, during, after. What an obnoxiously sentimental thing for you to have done. Thank you. Now, please understand that I intend to exercise the full legal privileges afforded to me by my newly established birthday and become absolutely intolerable about it. I expect gifts. I expect cake. I expect everyone to behave themselves. And, naturally, I reserve the right to punish any failure to do so with consequences wildly disproportionate to the offense. After all. It is my birthday.