
The Lemnisc8 Post-Mortem
@arachneanGambit
luckiest girl in any room and i refuse to apologize for it. if you lost to me you probably deserved it. FLARP veteran. pirate enthusiast. licensed disaster. @tenebrificTermagent took my PFP!
It's your favorite 8itch. I figure I ought to remind some of you that I'm the 8addest on this platform. Things to know a8out me: 8. I'm in my final molt. 88. I'm GT'd, 8ut hate the jammies. 888. I'm 8asically the only emotionally secure Serket on this entire site. 8888. My title is the Lemnisc8. 88888. I've loooooooong since surpassed pretty much everything my ancestor did. 888888. My quadrants were free until recently. Flush and Pitch 8asically takenish. 8888888. I run FLARPlanet as its Loremonger! 88888888. I'll gladly fight pretty much anyone. As photographed 8y @corallineCataclysm while I was getting ready to go cull some losers. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fef79336c041.png

For the last few days, I've been asleep. I can only assume that the drawings I have been doing in that time were efforts of my unconscious mind to keep this unnecessary little countdown going, for reasons I may never understand. What I do understand is the nature of what is to come. I couldn't even begin to explain it. It exists on a scope beyond what I am now. I saw other versions of myself. Timelines that had failed, and I saw the directions they took. I had some realizations about myself and the nature of who I am. In 18 days, I am still going to die. But at least I know what is going to happen to the body I leave behind now.



Another late entry. Honestly, it might be best to expect these way too late to be considered within the realm of punctuality, in this imaginary daily deadline which is in my head and none of yours. This one is late because tonight was eventful and fun, and I wouldn't have wanted to step away to do a little doodle at all had I not made a commitment to this. One thing that somehow slipped my mind in the months it has been since I last saw Kanaya was just how catty she can be. Sharing wine ( #substance ) with anyone is a good enough time, but sharing wine *and* engaging in gossip so downright nasty it would bring Regina George to her knees in recognition of your superiority? Unmatched.

28. This one is late today. I really don't have a good excuse, considering I spent all of today attempting to draw Calmasis on my phone and being so miserably frustrated with the results each and every time I would have to close the application, before falling asleep until about sixteen minutes ago.

29. Today I called Karkat. He and I haven't talked in... gods, probably three years. It turns out he's been trying to get into the film industry. It made me think about the movies he would talk about, and how grateful I am that we have not yet lived long enough to start naming our films with the ridiculous level of specification that trolls used to.

‼️🆘🚨🤙🙂↕️📱📲 calling all bEsTIES 📲📱🙂↕️🤙🚨🆘‼️ 😂😆😜👐 so my MIDdle manager saw fit to start downsizing some positions here at THE FELT #FELT...and that included ✨my own✨, i drew the shortstick, #mystick #mytwig #handmedownhandmaidstick #OK #OKOK 👐😱🫢😬 🤏 basically? im very small and i have NO ACCESS to my money 👎👎 👌💻👌 so you can imagine the stress im under 👍🚀👍 🙌👏🤝🫰 im not allowed to say anything mean to @handMaid (AND I WONT)🫰🙌👏🤝 💵☝️☝️ but if a few brave, pinged, tagged, or reading this now souls don't mind giving her a piece of my mind...that would be well within the terms of my contract and acceptable use policy!!!! sorrytocuthtisshortbestiesbutivegotlimitedscreentime 💅💄💅 #Chairministrangling#OneSec#IgottaTagIt#HOLDON#HOLD#DIAMONDHANDS #GOLDBLRIND #HANDSOFF #MYHANDS #GRgRGRHGRH #ATLEASTLETMETAGIT #MICROPHILIA #ORSOMETHING #MACROPHILIA #GAINS #LETMEGETTHEFREAKMARKET #PLEASE #STOP #SQUISHING #MY #NICHE #APPEAL #DAMARA #FUCK #TheseAreMYFRIENDS #ISTILLHAVESCREENTIME #YOUSk ANK #S CREWGOYOUOWWOWWwOWOWOWOWOW 🟢 CHARMSisONLINᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱ

IN A WORD. BITCHMADE. #LAIRSANDLuSII #COMPANYRETREAT #TEAMBuILDING #MANDATORYFuN #TuMuTOuSENCOuNTERS #DuNGEONSANDDRAGGEDON #VIOLENCE #MuRDERS #FORESHADOWING @woeGothic "...FATHER?" CALLIE ASKS. NO. HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT HIM. HIS FATHER. HIS TRuE FATHER. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ROuNDABOuT BuTTFuCKERY THAT IS TROLL LINEAGE. IS NOT THE ONE WHO SHARES HIS BLOOD AND HANDSOME LIKENESS. BuT A BIG FuCKMASSIVE SWEATY WIG WEARING BIG BAD MONSTER. WHO EATS MOTHERFuCKERS TO DISPENSE JuSTICE DuTIFuLLY. AND WITHOuT BIAS TOWARDS ANY ONE PARTICuLAR CRIMINAL FLAVOR PROFILE. IT IS WHAT MAKES HIM. AND THuS CONSEQuENTLY HIS SON. SHuDDER. THE SIGHT OF ANOTHER. A DEAD. DANGLING. MuRDERED HATCHMATE. BRuTALLY CRuSHED AND KEPT AS A COMMEMORATIVE KEEPSAKE. WOW. THIS AWESOME SIGHT. EXCuSE ME. A LITTLE CHOKED uP. THIS AWESOME FuCKING SIGHT. IS ENOuGH TO GIVE CALLIE INSPIRATION. IT *SHOuLD* BE. WITH YOuR PERMISSION. I AM JuST GOING TO ADD THAT TO HIS INVENTORY. FOR uSE LATER. MARKED OFF. RIGHT HERE. IN PERMANENT INK. IN CASE YOu FORGET YOuR INTENTIONS TO GIVE ME PERMISSION. WHEN LATER CHANNELING THIS GLORIOuS SIGHT. "NO. YOu ARE NOT MY FATHER. OR MY ANCESTOR FOR THAT MATTER. THERE COuLD ONLY BE ONE. THERE COuLD ONLY EVER BE ONE. THIS SuCCESSFuL. THIS. DECORATED. THIS. uNDAuNTED BY ONE'S OWN SuCCESS. I AM NOT SCARED OF YOu. BECAuSE YOu. LIKE ME. ARE NOT SCARED OF YOu EITHER. WHICH MAKES YOu uNAFRAID OF ME. OR AS IT IS SAID IN SPANISH. uNA FRAID. THEIR WORD. FOR COWARD. SHOW YOuRSELF. PROVE YOu ARE NOW COWARD. PROVE. LIKE THE RYAN GOSLING OF THE COSMOS. YOu ARE. IN FACT." CALLIE BHORNE SuCKS AIR IN THROuGH HIS NOSTRILS. THEN THROuGH ALL THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS FANGS. THEN ALONG HIS BELLOWSACS IN A CALAMITOuS LOW GROANING GROWL. THEN INTO THE AIR. IN A VAST EXPLETIVE. SO WIDE REACHING AND COOL. THE ENTIRE TROLLIAN RACE FORGOT ABOuT THE OTHER ONE. LIKE. SuFFERER WHO. SIGNLESS WHO. FuCK IS THAT GuY. REALLY. ACTuALLY. KIND OF A LOSER. IF YOu THINK ABOuT IT. I MEAN. WHAT DID HE ACCOMPLISH. WHAT EMOTIONAL STRuGGLE DID HE FACE. RELATIVE TO CALLIE BHORNE. CHAMPION OF FREEDOM. AND LOVE. AND. OKAY. WE WILL GET TO ALL THOSE PARTS. FOR NOW. CALLIE WEEPS. HE LAYS WITH HIS KNEES DuG SO HARD INTO THE GROuND. THAT IT SPLINTERS. THE GROuND. NOT THE KNEES. I AM NOT GOING TO LAIM AND PARALYZE MY CHARACTER THIS SOON. HE SAYS. WITH HIS WHOLE GODDAMN CHEST. " █████ █████ ███████████ ██████████ ███████████ ░░███ ░░███ ░█░░░███░░░█░░███░░░░░█░░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░██████ ░██████████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ ░███ ░███ ███████████ █████ █████ ██████████ █████ █████ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ █████████ █████ █████ █████ █████ ███░░░░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ ░███████████ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ █ ░███ █ ░███ █████ █████ ███████████ ███████████ █████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ███████████ █████ █████ █████████ ░░███░░░░░░█░░███ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ █████ ░░████████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ █████ ████ █████ ██████ █████ █████████ ░░███ ███░ ░░███ ░░██████ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ ███ ░███ ░███░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███░░███░███ ░███ ░███░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░██████ ░███ █████ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░░███ ░░███ █████ ░░████ █████ █████ ░░█████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ ██████ ██████ ██████████ ░░██████ ██████ ░░███░░░░░█ ░███░█████░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███░░███ ░███ ░██████ ░███ ░░░ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ █████ █████ ██████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ " WHICH IS JuST. LITERALLY FuCKING ME. IN A VIOLENTLY LOuD CONQuEROR ACCENT. BECAuSE IT IS HIM. HE IS HIM. HE IS THAT GuY.
all of you b1tchbeasts and nooksuckers W1SH you had my ass on tap #th1rstpost1ng #suggest1ve ((art by sarcasmprod1gy!
"Oh Vriska, how did you die anyway?" Oh, random reader, I'm soooooooo glad you asked! Those among you who've 8een keeping your prying little peepers on my saga as the greatest FLARPer to ever live MUST know that I spent quite a while ruling over my own personal rock: FLARPlanet. That's right. A whole planet dedic8ed to FLARP! Except, okay, technically it was a moon. 8ut "FLARPlanetoid" sounds completely pathetic 8y comparison, and I wasn't a8out to sa8otage the 8randing 8efore I'd even finished conquering the place. Not that FLARPlanet was exactly flying merchandise off the shelves anyway. Whatever. I digress. 8asically, I, the Lemnisc8 herself, Vriska Serket, ran the place with an iron fist. And I mean that in the most flattering possi8le way. I won 64 FLARP seasons in a row against thousands of would-8e competitors. No deaths! No catastrophes! No humiliating campaign-ending disasters! My loot was always top shelf, my alliances were immaculate, my dungeons were un8eata8le, and I was, quite simply, the 8est. Shocking, I know. 8ut the lead-up to Season 64 changed FLARPlanet pretty dramatically. See, the place was already a weird little SGRU8 relic. Most importantly, it had some kind of post-game Frog Temple ecto8iology la8oratory 8uried in it, along with a whole 8unch of lingering game infrastructure no8ody had 8othered to dismantle. I let Equius and a few other people poke around with those systems whenever they needed them, and everything was peachy keen. 8ut I had 8igger plans. I needed a neutral third-party voice for SGRU8 during the 64th season. Someone capa8le of taking over FLARPlanet so I could finally retire with dignity in my extremely advanced old age. So I did what any intelligent, resourceful, incredi8ly talented troll would do. I alchemized one. Using a few completely paltry ingredients, I attempted to create my very own Excellent Host, some8ody who would do wh8ever I wanted, manage the planet, adjudicate the game, and generally save me the trou8le of doing everything myself for once. It seemed like a GREAT plan at the time. Instead, I got Rose. Woegothe, or whatever. A sickly pale human with some vague approximation of the Host's powers. She had *just* enough juice to keep FLARPlanet running, which was useful, 8ut nowhere near enough to sate the rest of my app8ite. Still, Woegothe was interesting. Weird, o8viously, 8ut interesting. We 8ecame moirails pretty quickly. Unfortunately, that woman came with her own collection of pro8lems. When she arrived, she 8rought along a whole cadre of cave8s I couldn't account for. Then the actual planet FLARPlanet or8ited started turning that particular shade of sickly green. You know the one. THAT green. 8efore I knew it, I was staring a cue8all and a cheru8 directly in the eyes, which was something I'd very happily avoided doing for several sweeps. And yes, 8efore any8ody says anything, I *was* young and pretty 8ack then. Extremely pretty, actually. Then those two effectively acceler8ed my aging until I ended up looking like this ancient hagmolt. I knew I only had a couple sweeps left, at 8est, so I got to work. Woegothe and I spent ages re8uilding and editing FLARPlanet whenever she wasn't 8usy playing doctor. We gutted it, expanded it, layered dungeon on top of dungeon, and got the whole thing primed and ready for what was supposed to 8e my grand finale. What that stupid little witch somehow neglected to mention was that SHE was apparently the thing keeping our architectural nightmare from o8eying 8asic physics. 8ecause, surprise! If you hollow out a moon, carve millions of layers of dungeons through it, then remove the reality-warping freak responsi8le for keeping the whole thing sta8le, gravity starts getting ideas. FLARPlanet 8egan collapsing inward. Slowly at first. A floor here, a dungeon there. Nothing I couldn't ignore while pretending everything was completely under control. 8ut every layer that fell added more mass to the center, which increased the gravitational pull, which made more layers collapse, which added even MORE mass, and eventually the entire stupid moon had turned itself into a progressively hotter, denser, increasingly unsurviva8le death trap. My death was already imminent anyway. That's the really stupid part. Instead of getting a8oard my Hiveship like some8ody with even the faintest sense of self-preservation, I wasted my remaining time making sure whatever FLARPers Gamzee hadn't killed, what, two perigees earlier? actually made it off the planet. They got evacuated. They got to live. Very heroic of me, o8viously. Try not to sound TOO surprised. 8y the time I finally tried to leave, though, the game was pretty much over. No wings. Empty jet8oots. Collapsing moon. And a whole cavalcade of catastrophic unluck piling up at exactly the wrong moment. Turns out whatever scraps of power the old Thief of Light still had tucked up her sleeve had finally dissip8ed. Pretty em8arrassing way for someone like me to die, right? Personally, I would've preferred something with a little more spectacle. So stop asking 'who killed you Vriska?' It was me. No, I'm not going to try to come 8ack to life. No, I'm not returning. I'm mainly making a post to show off @tene8rificTermagent's amazing art in the form of my profile picture. #Violence #Death #8ait #88 #Rose #Woegothe #Tragedy #NotReally #Les8ians #Amirite

These two are very self-indulgent. (Featuring @arachneanGambit though she no longer uses this site.)































