♠ hated by @crypticCrimelord
Well, so long as they're having fun.
D --> I am certain that you have D --> And you have done a very good job at it D --> I am proud of you
ha ha no not that guy if i evver caught that miserable sack a shit attemptin terroristic activvities against us again i can assure you his sufferin wwould exceed our unnamed bomber to be by an unfathomable margin
࣪⊹₊˚{ okay, likeeee, just answer me honestly.... am i more like the dead wife to you???? or like, do you think im the one that GETSSSS the dead wife }.3.{ #vibecheck }˚₊⊹ ࣪
There’s noth1ng you can do to make me lol lmao
damn the dead w1ves are f1ght111111ng
Consider taking your own advice on occasion.
You have become too enamored with your own voice.
Me when I lie. #Satisfying
}o} yaaay~ i’m g}ad i’m he}ping i think?
ithinkthatotherlowbloodsaretooharshandrudetohighbloods.Theydonothingbutgoodforuslowbloods.
there is ♤ m♤n on the moon. ♤nd he delights in w♤tching you. yes, you.
i am THRILLED to announce the opening of the botanics of earth-c quantum uranium enrichment research and laboratories, also known as the becquerel center!!! this is just the first step in creating a sanctuary for the botanical life that can be found all over our wonderful planet, and the first step in our multi-pronged educational outreach program!!! keep tuned for more announcements and events in the future as we continue to expand!!! #earthc #botanicalgarden #scientificoutreach #educationaloutreach
1 need to set my husk to automat1cally screenshot whatever that dysfunct1onal “fam1ly un1t” has go1ng on bc 1t’s funny as hell. 1 need 1t at the top of my to read p1le next t1me 1 open ch1ttr
YOU COULDN'T MINGLE YOUR WAY INTO A PAPER BAG.
shoulld i be llike. making a llist of peoplle to apollogize to when my other sellf is a cunt to them? itd get pretty llong
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @truculenttempest you Remember When They Separated You From The Rest Of The Jades In The Caverns, Your Matron And Her Assistant. The Younger Jadeblood's Expression Should Have Been A Sign Of What Was To Come, Should Have Alerted You To The Despair That You Were Going To Feel Yourself Plunged Into, But You Were So Proud. So Proud Of Yourself, As A Nurturing Presence In The Caverns, That You Never Could Have Anticipated The Direction Your Life Would Take. You Were So Proud, And So Young. you Had Been Specifically Pointed Out As Inadequate, But Your Eyes And Your Heart Told You The Truth. The High-hatched Indigo That Had Listed Your Inadequacies Had An Air Of Ulterior Purpose About Her, Something That Your Two Superiors Had Surely Understood. Had Known But Turned A Blind Eye To, Lest They Succumb To The Bureaucratic Cruelty Of A Coldblood Spurned. the First Few Perigees At Her Estate Made Clear The Expectation Of Your Role. You Were To Be A Doll For Her To Dress And Play With, Not A Troll With Thoughts Of Your Own. Not A Fully Realized Individual, Simply A Rare Toy To Show, On Occasion, To Trolls That Never Saw Past The Perfectly Applied Makeup And Hollow Smiles To The Growing, All Consuming Void Within You. it Wasn't Until She Tried To Play With You In A Different Way That You Truly Snapped. Despite Her Overwhelming Cold-blooded Strength, She Could Not Comprehend Of The Depth Of Your Fury, The Desire For Your Own Autonomy To Be Restored. She Saw You As A Means To All Sorts Of Gratification, Both In Status And For Her Own Twisted Pleasure, Not As A Sentient Being, And That Was Her Downfall. The Whole World Swam Blue With Her Blood, It Filled Your Mouth And Spilled Over As You Chewed Through The Chitin, Flesh, And Cartilage That Made Her Throat. you Knew You Were Doomed From The Moment You Tasted Her Salty Blood In Your Mouth, But You Couldn't Bring Yourself To Care. You Left Her Carcass Behind, Fled The Manor With Only The Scraps Of Your Dignity, Stained With Her Mortality, And Fled Into The Depths Of A Forest To Lose Yourself Entirely. You Hoped The Wilderness Would Manage To Tear The Remaining Vestiges Of Your Existence To Shreds, But Instead You Were Found. shivering, Horrified, Still Coated In Your Adversary's Viscera, A Gentle Hand Found Your Head, And Stroked Between Your Horns. The Growling Voice Of A Lusus, And The Softest Fur You Had Ever Felt Pressed In Around You, A Muzzle Lifting You To Your Feet As Troll And Howlbeast Guided You To A Secret Place, Meant To Hide Another Broken Troll From The Supposed Compassion Of Beforan Society. after The Howlbeast Died, Your Companion, Your Lover, Your Savior, Took From Her Corpse Her Luxurious Pelt, And Crafted A Coat Fit For The Empress. They Draped You In It, And You Both Sank Your Faces Into The Familiar White Fur, Sharing In Mourning And Comfort From Her Presence Still. Only When You Came To Find A Young, Freshly Pupated Mutant Troll, Pitiful And Directionless, Culled From The Moment Of His Hatching, Did You Ever Even Consider That Another Soul Might Need The Comfort Of That Soft Fur More Than You Yourself. #noncon #impliedtrafficking #beforus #beforanculling #nsfw #gore #death culture. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
They were designed to endure stressors far more taxing than anything you endured, Blaidd. They will not falter, nor will they make the mistake of losing sight of their true goals upon losing companions. They will succeed.
Just like t)(at!!! You're doing so well!
Wow, t)(is place is getting more and more Beforan by t)(e nig)(t! Your -Empress is SO )(APPY to sea you all!!! <3
In what ways will you disappoint us all, I wonder?
So many Beforans. Fascinating.
Baby I'm not reading that.
Oh shit it's evil Llevyn