♣ mediated by @arribaTorrente
Aye. She's quite the lady. Hrrn.
I have prided myself in my ability to provide hospitality as a host, butler, maintainer of all things, and so on for epochs. There has never been a point of existence in which I was the end-all be-all provider of all things comfort to the various beings within my orbit. Yet, in spite of my apparent pride in the services that I have always provided, there is a single known point of failure in my unending resume. However, it is a mar against my record I can not help but to wear more akin to a trophy than anything further. I have possessed a very peculiar tea set. It has existed longer than tea itself truly has. See, the history of Alternian tea sets is, naturally, a history of power across various lands. The very first tea sets, earliest in existence, were not ceramic, porcelain, bone-glass, nor any of the other fussy materials lower castes would cover in eventual imitation. They were crafted of chitin. They were harvested from the shells of defeated lusii and their armored dead, and then polished until they held a dull black sheen. This was a primitive luxury that displayed the natural need for elegance the Alternian Trolls would all eventually strive for. The first cup was not offered to a guest. It was displayed to an enemy, so that they might understand the luxury with which their remains would be handled. As Alternian society stratified into cruelty, the tea set became a caste language itself. Rust and bronze households used clay, tin, salvaged metal, often mismatched and chipped. The repairs were visible. Goldbloods factored electrified samovars, which killed enough dinner guests to be considered more gauche than impressive. Olive and jade bloods were known for more restrained herbal, medicinal, or ritualistic teas and matching sets of equal valor. Teals developed the code of conduct and tea rituals that would eventually be passed to their higher casted overlords, while practicing with stone mimicries. Ceruleans were the first to make etiquette predatory. Their cups were shallow, reflective, and difficult to hold without fully utilizing one's hands. Indigo bloods used heavy materials of rarity to show off their craftsmanship and ability to utilize their natural resources to engineer something worth drinking from. Often, these devices had a secondary utility of combatting their apparent foes. Purple bloods never did catch onto the elegance of the theater. Rather, they maintained bone cups and goblets all through out. Stacked tiers of sets often had hidden compartments, belts, and inane pouring rituals to phish for interlopers. The spouts of their pots often had three individual holes to represent the Twin Messiahs and the Self. Violetbloods changed everything. Among sea dwellers, tea service was never about conversation. It was dominion manifest as a series of delicate objects. Their sets were expansive, lacquered, enamel, with inlaid shells and a series of specialty implements. They had invented tongs just for cubes of sugar. Knives were used for their citrus. Communal needles existed for poison testing next to the spoons of caviar. One particular noble had incidentally left a small fork in his tray. It became tradition to cull those who deigned to attempt to identify its purpose. Everything was arranged intentionally. Every guest fit in as demanded. Fuchsias, of course, used as they pleased. Often intending to contradict the previous generation. The modern Alternian tea set, as understood by collectors, is a domestic object as well as a social threat. The cup is rank. A saucer exists to attain permission. The pot indicates who is in control of the conversation. The presence of additional pots may imply alliance, seduction, betrayal, whatever the host requires. Context is key. Fortunately, I am excellent with context. You may ask why this brutal civilization bothered with tea at all. Of course, the answer is always simple. Violence needed an excuse to be drawn out. The sadomasochist nature of Alternians lent itself to the theatrics of a ritual in which you may cull the troll sitting across form you for not recognizing the intentions of the Host. As opposed to the tea sets of Earthly delights, it does not welcome you. It is a symbol of your place in the host's orbit. This brings me to my personal endeavor. In a long-forgotten diplomatic pursuit betwixt myself and a previous ruler of Alternia, there had been an understanding betwixt myself, the Empress, and my Handmaid. The rustblood was not to drink from the precious set of ivory, carved from the tusks of a trunkbeast that had been gifted to the Empress by myself the sweep prior. Seeing as how the Empress failed to uphold the agreement to care for my beast, I was there to exact penance per our particular arrangement. Of course, I was aware of the inevitable fate of the trunkbeast. It was necessary to establish certain culture rituals during the 12th Perigee Celebrations. Although, you must understand I am a seer of all things, naturally. I understand when things will occur, and how they will occur. The exact why is not permitted necessarily, and thoughts may only be assumed and then subsequently acted upon in prediction. I, of course, saw the disobedience of the Handmaid. I had been dreading this particular act of rebellion. It was the first time she truly intended to strike out against me, and cause legitimate harm to my operations. As the astute among you may realize, she drank from the cup intended for myself. This was an insult to the Empress. Within a short period of time, I went from sitting on luscious down pillows to gazing at the end of a bident that surely could not cull me. Of course, in order to appease these rulers, you must act with some sense of concern. The Handmaid was left with the royalty for some few sweeps as they attempted virtually every method of torture they could upon her as penance. Yet, I know that she primarily dreaded her inevitable return to the manor where her actual penance would begin. No matter how often, or how greatly I scrub, the lip smear stays. This is a rather unfortunate mar against the tea set in general, and as the cup is intended for myself, I find the occasional hesitance in drinking from such a tainted piece. I do tend to still use the set, as it is symbolic as a reminder to those involved of the fragility of diplomacy. See, it displays my particular habitat over Alternia from the perspective of the plain pink moon. It was also a symbol of the first sense of true astrological comprehension from the Alternians. A step in the right direction. Or, as I have humorously mused to the host that night, a steep in the right direction. .
MY FELLOW ALTERNIANS. WE GOT HIS ASS. #ISEKAIOVER! #UESUGIKARKAT 🎨: @CARBOLICGALVANOLOGIST
are you eastern alternian because i'm trynna eat them uhhhhhhhh FUCK
could i watch or no
}:O 1-1 would be honored, rank-senpa1... the role of the cucked fujo 1s l1ke, v1tally 1mportant 1n the yao1 r1tuals... no WAY 1'm leav1ng that out, yo!!
D —> A dedicated warmb100d working at one of the many construction sites I oversee seemed to be struggling greatly with a weighty load D —> I approached and took the materials from their hands to allocate it to its proper place D —> Due to my STRENGTH it required not even one twitch of my vascular deltoid D —> And due to my genteel nature and display of e%cellence the laborer was stunned into silence perspiring almost as heavily as I D —> I ever so gently wiped a stray droplet from their brow with my thumb D —> And informed them that if the work was too great it w001d be my honor to advocate for their reassignment or perhaps to cull them permanently if such toil was not agreeable to their body D —> They stammered in gratitude and I said shhh D —> Worry no longer D —> Consider it done D —> Consider it all cared for D —> All you have to do is fall into my arms D —> I will always catch you D —> To give yourself up udderly into the care of another D —> What might it feel like D —> Hmmm D —> Well I will never know D —> E%emplary
oh yes wwhy that is exactly wwhat happened they wwere all like oh my gosh your accent is perfect coolscar to wwhich i tell them yes wwell it is only natural since i havve taken the wwarm blood plights truly into my heart and spoken to them to reach true social understanding haha so funny treaboo thank you
:33 < i like eating all the beautiful lusii of the world :33 :33 < so sure!!
i want to make t)(ins absolutely clear to everyone )(ere: meena)( was rig)(t to destroy beforus and lead to t)(e creation of alternia, even if it meant at t)(e cost of bargainin wit)( t)(at ass)(ole puppet. t)(ese trolls are t)(e most miserable, bland, depressin fucks to )(ave ever walked paradox space. t)(eir soft tone and even softer morals. t)(ese are genuinely t)(e most wort)(less trolls to ever fuckin exist.
If Only I Could Serve A Purpose To Them Or Your People I Am Just A Gardener
Once I get this 8a8y going 88 miles an hour, it's over for 8eforus. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7096461f6770.png
perhaps we could arrange for a lost boys reread after we finish rurouni kenshin! 0v0
game idea we put a bunch of boys in a room naked and the only clothes around are pretty dresses and panties and things that means there are two possible outcomes and both are really really really great (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, game idea, forcefem, #nsfw, the naked room, i should run a game show, kind of like tdi but lewder, archive rating: M)
on beforus wwe say happy feminine caretakers day may all your #mothers #servve and may all your #roses nevver #wwilt
na)(. prong it to me every w)(ic)( way.
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Sometimes I wonder if these suffering warm8loods don't just expire in my care as a means of expressing spite. It is quite the uncharita8le thought, and one that I find myself repressing with some anger and fury. 8ut I must remem8er that all trolls have a 8uilt-in expir8tion date, one that is not for me to know. I may not 8e a8le to keep everyone as hale and hearty as they deserve, 8ut the soothing cerulean hues of my lamp at their 8edside at the very least gives them a gentle guide into the afterlife of their 8elief. That isn't to say that I view myself as a psychopomp 8y any means; 8eing such a figure would run antith8tical to what I am attempting as a healer. Instead, it is a 8urden I take on with all the care and reverence that it is due. #8lue8lood8urden #lighttriadempath
Beforus, here I come. Again.
a conscience only serves as t)(e final barrier in )(oldin back your true potential. it is t)(e last question against total greatness. "W)(y?" or "S)(ould you?" or "Is it rig)(t?" are not questions to ask w)(en you are embracin and assertin your rule: t)(e rule of ot)(ers, t)(e rule of t)(e self, t)(e rule of land and property, t)(e rule of wealt)(. all t)(e same t)(in, all t)(e same questions; all t)(e same limiters. discard t)(ose fuckin limiters. live your trut)(. SURR-----END-----ER T)(AT PART OF YOUR MIND. LIV--------------------------------------E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thats cool...uhm...canccanyocanyou...nevermind
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