Ardata Carmia
@tappingTriumphant
The Siiiniiister Spiiinster Streams on Justiiin.tv Vods on GrubTube 《oh smiiile won't you, you're liiive.》 - Ardata Carmiiia DNIII: phiiiliiistiiines, weak constiiitutiiions, brand deals
to lock a cage iiis to taciiitly admiiit that your wiiill alone iiis not enough to keep your guests where they belong. iiit betrays a lack of both proper planniiing and confiiidence.
▲i mean they just come by and i tell them ill stop if they dont do what i say▼ ▲they love it▼
▲wait fuck nevermind you're a cull room streamer this isnt about kink▼
hmhmhm. your methodology iiis iiintriiiguiiing as ever; however, your process iiis not one most reputable streamiiing platforms allow.
not for me, anyhow. iiif any degenerates tune iiin and deciiide they would be better served watchiiing my content wiiith theiiir skiiirts around theiiir ankles, that iiis theiiir busiiiness, one whiiich iii would rather they cease iiinformiiing me of iiin my chatblock. iii have no desiiire to hear whatever diiisgustiiing manner of self-abuse those wiiith perverted pans are subjectiiing themselves to on my behalf.
iii shall iiintroduce you all to a new guest on toniiight's stream. iii was begiiinniiing to fear my cohort was thiiinniiing too quiiickly, but there are always more eager volunteers. thiiis greasy liiittle oliiiveblood had not only the audaciiity to iiimpede my bean juiiice order wiiith her fliiirtiiing, but wrote her number on the cup! the gall of some people, thiiinkiiing iii would ever sully myself wiiith such a vulgar, low-down, sniiiveliiing, snaggle-toothed speciiiman. she arriiived at my hiiive as fast as her spiiindly liiittle legs could carry her once iii gave the call, then settled happiiily iiinto her cage. as far as iii'm aware she iiis not a popular chiiittr user, so none of those grubnappiiing viiigiiilante groups should be formiiing anytiiime soon. mhmhmhm.
#feeliiingblessed #neverstressed #pneumatiiicpress #madeamess #gore #body-horror #death #viiiolence #torture
Holy shit, another Vriska? This site doesn't need more. ::::)
vriiiska, hmm? no, no, iii'm afraiiid the name means nothiiing to me. but please, by all means, iiif you feel that there are too many, there's an expediiient solutiiion. one that ought be easy enough to grasp even for one of your... well, there's no poiiint iiin beatiiing around the bush. one of even your quiiite apparently lackiiing iiiq and eq should be able to cotton on.
Nah, you're DEFINITELY a Vriska, no fooling me now, hun. 8ut, since you seem like the murdery tyoe of Vriska who's into doing whatever weird things to other Vriska's, I'll gladly take this into consider8ion for the ones I find and don't like. Oh, and trust me here toots? You ain't seen how dum8 I can exactly 8e, so dum8 that it's smart, one could say.
a refiiined palate iiis able to diiiscern not only the caste of the one who so graciiiously donated theiiir tears, but the emotiiions whiiich led to theiiir sheddiiing.
I am once again here to expound the historical notion of tea upon this platform. Though, this time, we are looking at the subject rather than the rituals surrounding the subject. In the drowned conservatories of old Alternian noble houses, a tea called Widowglass is preserved in ancient barrels. This is not its original name. Its original name belonged to a long-forgotten caste. However, as history ran its course, it was mandatory that this caste be eradicated. As a result, the cultivation techniques are also forgotten. Widowglass grows only where volcanic glass has been buried under brackish water and, over centuries, fed by the shed mineral casing of deep cavern lusii of the sea. The plant resembles a black reed at first glance, though its leaves are transparent in light. You may look through one and see your own frond tip. For our human readers, those are fingers. The harvested leaf has no scent. This is a peculiarity among flora. Alternian things that hide their smell are usually hiding from something else entirely. This is a warning sign against the harvest and use of this particular plant. Properly brewed, Widowglass is exquisite. The water mustn't boil. It is warmed until small beads gather along the inside of the kettle, then removed from heat before the first actual bubble rises. The leaves are rinsed in cold water to awaken their dormant properties. Then, they are placed in a pale, porcelain cup. Metal and bone cups will not do. You should find yourself steeping the tea for exactly one hundred and eight thumper beats. The tea produced is nearly clear, with the faintest gray-blue sheen. Its taste is delicate, akin to stone cooled by rain. A white fruit, perhaps. The mineral sweetness of an underground spring, with a suggestion of smoke. Those who drink it have often wept as their nervous system releases whatever tensions might be about. Pain dulls, blood steadies, and your thoughts become clear. For a few minutes, even a subjuggulator would seem civil. However. This tea may be brewed incorrectly, and it often is. If the water boils, the leaves curl inward and release a compound known as lucent venom. If steeped too long, the liquor grows bright instead of dark, taking on a beautiful internal shine. The brew still tastes pleasant. It is sweet, even. It still provides calm. Then, your senses will sharpen. You'll be able to hear the cup cooling, the table settling, the blood moving behind your own eyes. Then, the body begins to react. The pulse slows, and the lungs narrow because you are too weak to expand your diaphragm. The nerves become overactive, making every sensation torture. This is why Widowglass is used only by two sorts of people: masterful hosts and unimaginative murderers. Among violetbloods, it is served at peace talks, succession feasts, and private evenings where everyone present is pretending not to count the exits. Among jades, it is sometimes kept in sealed infirmary cupboards as a sedative of last resort. Teals have attempted to regulate it. Ceruleans have attempted to counterfeit it. Purplebloods have attempted to canonize the first fool who drank it boiling and claimed to see the Messiahs in the steam. Rustbloods, incidentally, have the most sensible superstition about it. They say Widowglass should only be brewed by someone who has something to lose if you die. A quaint, nearly moral idea. The plant itself offers no loyalty. It is not benevolent. It is not malicious. It simply contains two futures and waits for the brewer to choose one with sufficient precision. Do you think you could brew this properly? Widowglass does not mind being tea, nor poison. It is only you who may take issue with it.
NASTY WAY TO GO. LET’S DO IT AGAIN SOON. I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED TAKING THE SAME BAD TRIP. OVER AND OVER. DESPITE KNOWING HOW IT ENDS. #HHHH. #SUBSTANCE. #TOXICSUBSTANCE. #INTOXICATIONPLAY. #PARALYTICPLAY. #POISONPLAY. #CONSENSUALDRUGGING. #POWERIMBALANCE. #WORKPLACERELATIONSHIP. #WORKPOSTING. #PUBLICHUMILIATIONPOSTING. #DOISOUNDSORRYENOUGHYET. #DEATHPLAY. #RESPAWNDENIAL. #OBJECTUMSEXUALITY. #PLUSHOPHILIA. #NSFW. #NSFYW. #NOTSAFEFORYOURWORKPLACE. #MINEISBETTERTHOUGH. #APPLYNOW. #NSFWE. #NSFYWE.
An excellent example of why Widowglass should only be brewed by someone who has something to lose if you die. The Handmaid, regrettably, has never found that restriction meaningful.
I MISS THE #MINERALSWEETNESS OF THAT #WHITEFRUIT. IN THE TEA. OF COURSE.
mhmhmhmm. the casks go so quiiickly whenever one turns up for auctiiion. triiiply so when iiits shown to be shiiiniiing briiight. of course, iii priiide myself on beiiing a wonderful host, no matter how liiittle all the parasiiites iii've so graciiiously hiiived deserve iiit, so iii've found my ways to ensure they enjoy iiit properly. hmhmm. iii've yet to fiiind a method that keeps them aliiive long enough that the poiiison works iiits way through theiiir system, but the few extra miiinutes are hiiighly entertaiiiniiing.
iii siiimply cannot fathom how iii managed to acquiiire the most tone deaf gaggle of ungrateful iiingrates thiiis siiide of the empiiire. they siiimply refuse to remaiiin consiiistently on key no matter what iii use to iiinduce screamiiing. iiit's as though they're tryiiing to embarrass me. iii bravely and stoiiically must carry on, iii suppose. iiif iii'm able to fiiix on, iii am certaiiinly able to fiiix the rest, hmhmhm.
one of them fiiinds the strength to cull themselves and has the audaciiity to not only do iiit when iii'm offliiine, but to use the least gory method iiimagiiinable. the cameras are always rolliiing, of course, so a viiideo wiiill be uploaded iiin the near future. mustard four's psiiioniiically iiinduced auto-asphyxiiiatiiion should be of iiinterest to at least some of you reprobates.
those are a lot of i's. i am reading it as if it's one of those ai voices, haha!
screw you, dude!
you're saying that as if i'm an ai activist or something. gross.
iiit iiis always a bloodbath when new fabriiic patterns drop. there iii am, gliiidiiing through the mall, bag-miiiniiion creepiiing piiiteously behiiind me, when iii pass by joannarchy. haviiing taste and class, iii prefer siiimpler patterns, soliiid blacks wiiith at most a splash of hiiighliiight. but what iii saw, hmhmhm, what iii saw. trolls were losiiing theiiir heads over these awful kiiitschy patterns. tacky on purpose iiis stiiill tacky, though iii suppose one can't expect the proles to have taste. those dyiiing of thiiirst iiin the desert care liiittle for the viiintage of theiiir wiiine. so sad. well, when a head rolled out of the store, iii knew iii had to iiinvestiiigate. iii sent my bag-miiiniiion iiin wiiith a liiittle cajoliiing. all that came back was an arm, tossed at what iii must admiiit was an iiimpressiiive velociiity. a shame too, hiiis carryiiing capaciiity was above average. iii recruiiited a mustard who walked out, all proud she'd managed to grab some of the treasured fabriiic whiiile maiiintaiiiniiing liiife and liiimb; iii of course added thiiis to my piiile of purchases. perhaps iii wiiill make a blanket out of iiit for her. iiif she shows she deserves iiit. #hobbydrama
Jesus fuck
and so another successful stream comes to iiits natural conclusiiion. oliiive one's run has ended, her poor liiittle lungs gave out and her body siiimply gave up the ghost. rude as iiit iiis, we can not judge her too harshly, she cannot help she was born wiiith liiiquefiiied lawnriiing triiimmiiings flowiiing through her veiiins. the shame iiis that she was but a few niiights away from takiiing the record for longest lastiiing guest. well, that and she was the only passable alto out of thiiis sorry lot. iii put iiin so much of my own blood and sweat iiinto whiiippiiing these iiingrates iiinto proper form, and thiiis iiis how they repay me? typiiical. just typiiical. au revoiiir parasiiites, dream of me and despaiiir knowiiing even iiin sleep iii have you iiin my web, hmhmhm.
puns may just be the lowest of lowbrow torture.
｢(-∀-`; ) ah... eto... data-chan has poor forum etiquette! (； ･`ω･´) tch...｣
haha 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 necessarikitty 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 thats not exactly what yew wrote 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 but i keeᰍ saying that in my head 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 and smiling a little 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
let me be more clear. ahem. kiiill yourself, you diiisgustiiing liiittle iiinsect.
insects 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 are a beautiful and necessary ᰍart 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 of the ecosystem 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 -) 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
｢(Ｏﾟ皿ﾟＯ) n-no... megane... don't-｣ ｢*growls*｣ ｢g-gyah!!!......｣ ｢heh...(ФωФ)｣ ｢𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖊....｣
why, iii can't seem to recall askiiing for your opiiiniiion eiiither! the oliiives are liiiniiing up as though for an iiill-fated huntiiing triiip. mhmhm, iii wonder iiif iiit's been enough tiiime for that genre to come back iiinto vogue. not to worry sweetiiie, iii make good use of the iiinsects crushed beneath my heels. at the very least, they make for serviiiceable lusus chow. mhmhm.
i didnt share an oᰍinion 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 every organism 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 is imᰍortant 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 thats objective fact 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 whether they ᰍrovide more 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 in life or death 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 that is meaning all the same 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
stop askiiing about "basement boy" appliiicatiiions. iii have never nor wiiill iii ever take appliiicatiiions. you dumb fucks.
What about basement girls? :3
hm. hmhmhm. iiis that you iiin your profiiile piiicture? the horriiifiiic meowbeast amalgamatiiion?
Oh yes I'm downright uncanny.
iii suppose that changes thiiings, mhmhmhm. you would look riiight at hiiive iiin the freakshow at some horriiid carniiie barker's booth. yes, there iiis much iii could do wiiith a sorry speciiimen as yourself.
*Carnie meower.
the stream wakes once more, my ugliiies. maroon two iiis doiiing a much better job after hiiis tuniiing last niiight. why, III miiight even consiiider lettiiing chat giiive hiiim a name. next on our playliiist iiis "stake on me" whiiich wiiill surely test hiiis lungs, hmhmhm. tune iiin now on justiiin.tv. #streamtappiiingtriiiumphant
and so the stream reaches iiits conclusiiion for the day. maroon two made quiiite a mess duriiing hiiis procedure, though the fault liiies entiiirely wiiith mustard three. she should have been far more careful wiiith her cuttiiing iiimplements, hmhmhm. iiit was optiiimiiistiiic of me to thiiink she miiight have any meriiit as a docterror. surely she'll fiiind some way to be of use, her siiingiiing voiiice was siiimply dreadful. ciiiao, my nasty liiittle parasiiites.
iii've always consiiidered myself to be more of a woman of the arts than of sciiience, but toniiight iii seem to have played at both. my hypothesiiis has been confiiirmed: you can iiindeed play musiiical bottles wiiith trolls. tune iiinto my stream to hear theiiir dulcet tones.
castrato, castrato, castrato. such a wonderful cadence to iiit. why, iiit may rank among "cellar door" as far as beautiiiful alterniiian phrases. my hiiive must be very beautiiiful iiindeed, mhmhm.
greetiiings parasiiites. the stream iiis liiive. we are currently playiiing the black parade, but are takiiing donatiiions for requests. maroon two iiis turniiing out to be more a tenor than a countertenor. iiif he does not iiimprove wiiithiiin the next few songs, we may piiivot to a tuniiing stream. iii suggest you all stay tuned, mhmhmhm.