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Why is it getting cold again, it is the middle of the dim season equinox.
Yes, ma'am. Correct as always, ma'am.
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Captain's Log ----------- #journal #viewed-oocly #inperson #narration #atimeofcelebration (Entry is written in void-ink, so omniscient entities cannot see it.) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ~ On the 12th~ ------ The young Demoness remained at my side throughout the manor’s revelries, her presence a part of kinship and the other a jailer seeing to it that I do not distur8 them with 'piratical flair'. Whether she finds me a comfort or is merely tethered to me as a sentry for her master, the am8iguity remains. Regardless, I dare not acknowledge our history; to admit to such 8efore the Doctor would 8e to jeopardise the architecture of my plans. Unlike the funeral, I am restricted from wandering the halls here, though the white magnum pistol remains a persistent thought in the 8ack of my mind. I ought to conduct further research into it, perhaps experiment with alchemis8tion to transmute it into an instrument of terror 8eyond even his reproach. He dispatched his Handmaiden to an Earth at '9:10', whether that is morning or evening one knows not, for the 8astard does not use military time. It is also 8affling that I once perceived the Doctor as a man of refinement in my youth. Now, I see him for what he is, a peddler of 8ase indulgences, feigning intoxic8tion of sipping his glass and leading his guests in vulgar parlour games of stripping. A registry of attendees would 8e of use as of current to see who I stand against. Some were impenetra8le to the usual telepathy, to which I assume were artificial entities or guardians. The old fashioned greetings seemed to supply some answers, four in particular and it placed a name to the ro8ot, one titled 'Hal'. I could peer into the Doctor’s reflected dome whenever I pleased in my youth, provided I avoided the trap of questioning inside it; his mind acts as an oracle, and to ask is to alert him to my interest. I desire to uncover the 8enefactor 8ehind his ring, to expose the unseen hand who provided it, 8ut I cannot afford to tip the scales and let him know the involvement. So, I simply did not question, and no answer came to one's eightfold. I feel a profound disdain for this role of the informant, reporting to my correspondents while I shoulder the 8urden of a strategy they refuse to formul8te properly. It is the classic struggle of the protégé surpassing the pedagogue. I have helmed crews through centuries of tempestuous seas, yet even at sea, the horizon offered a reprieve of time. Here, there is no such luxury. I must 8e swifter, sharper, and utterly precise. The succession is mine to secure.
I never once laid claim to the Grand High8lood’s demise. You oper8te under the delusion that that singular journal constitutes the sum of my legacy, o8livious to the fact that I have authored countless others across the span of centuries. You speak to me of sacrifice? My death was a calcul8ted necessity. Had I succeeded in the re8ellion, had the Condescension’s victory 8een averted, it would have invited a doomed timeline. You, and every soul you claim to have 'ascended,' to save would have 8een extinguished and you would 8e nothing more than the rest of the dead Vriska's roaming around the place. 8eing 'forgotten' was the price I paid for your success, you ungrateful wretch.
It is remarka8ly convenient that you externalise your own emotional 8ankruptcy 8y scapegoating your lusus and on one paragraph of 'smut' which was essentially a kiss which did not even happen. Perhaps it is time you cease this pathetic cycle of self-victimis8tion and reconcile with the fact that your current station is the direct consequence of your own failures. Even Feferi possessed a far 8etter understanding of her lineage, and she never relied on the excuses that you cling to so desper8tely. She should have 8een like her ancestor as heritage dict8tes, she had an eldritch entity whispering in her ear as influence and yet it is always you who whine and 8itch a8out yours ontop of an ancestor who did everything to defy the expect8tions of Alternia's cruelty. Did me not citing the Sufferer's work as compelling not trigger in that lack of 8rain of yours to 8e sympathetic towards low8loods? Did me not freeing a slave from Dualscar, think that perhaps you should not 8e a piece of shit? Did me not aligning with a 8ronze8lood not trigger to not 8e a 8itch? Your laments regarding your lusus and your ancestor are wearisome; your tragedy is not inherited, it is self-authored.
Let's go over '8ook filled with porn'. - The documented downfall of a tr8itorous Orphaner who sold his loyalty to the Empire, only to die 8y the hand of another imperial, 8ecause whilst 8etraying pir8tes to the Empire, he had also 8een selling the Empire out to pir8tes the entire time. - The account of 8eing the sole survivor of an assault so catastrophic that law enforcement dispatched an actual dragon to hunt me down. Not Redglare. A literal dragon in which she weaponised and still lost. - The chronicle of imprisonment, escape from my own execution, and the su8sequent slaying of an eighty-foot 8east with one arm and one eye, who was the judge. - The records concerning the demonic cretins upon the green moon, after I stole one of their jujus and despite my repeated warnings, some whining little descendant still managed to ignore every word I said and transform into a colossal clown herself. - And finally, the part where I weaponised the very dragon sent to kill me and used it to ignite a second revolution. Truly scandalous material. Positively overflowing with smut.
If you have to put '8etter' in your name, you pro8a8ly aren't.
I enjoy the font you type in. Please type in it more. It is very professional.
... am i the only dog girl without a dick ????? #nsfw
Now I'm far from a puritan myself, but life would be a hell of a lot easier if these gentlemen could be so damn thoughtful as to at least keepin' the dancing to the ballroom. Or at the very least, I wouldn't have to deal with the mental image for the next fucking week. Christ. #nsfw
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There. I feel better now. [she posts a picture of Itchy unconscious on the table stick ball table. His face is down in the far right corner pocket, ass up in the air with his hat resting on top of it.] #nsfw just in case #violence
@itChy I'm locking you out of the drinking cabinets. You're bothering the matron. Don't make me lock you in a room, too.