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Hello Dearies! I Have Decided To Announce This Next Thing From The Account Of a Dear Friend Of Yours I Shall Soon Be Live Streaming The Unveiling Of My Humble Statue Shortly, Be Sure To Tune In! - Lady Temora Kalnia
Brie the change you want to see in the world #GothNight...ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ
▲kinda feeling like culling someone▼ #violence
▼two types, and those about to become one or the other▲
Thank you, Chittr, for your many interdimensional connections. I've gotten into the habit of importing Old Alternian cosmetics on-planet for my own personal use. There is simply something undeniable about that formula. And per the box, it's Cruelty Guaranteed!
- we have already stated for the record that those are !!! not me !!! - but! - since they do sort of look like me! - for reasons related to timeriver bullshittery and !!! fake mes !!! and no other possible reasons!!! - i think a term discussion is in order!
- !!! NOT ME !!! - ITS NOT ME!!!!!!!!! - IVE !!! DISOWNED !!! ALL OTHER MES THEY ARENT REAL THOSE ARE FAKES AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!
ψe all serve cunt here by the ψave.
My helms are getting neψ uniforms, and so they're getting fitted and shit And pike... They look TIRED of me. Like "oh my cod she's getting us neψ suits again" yes. Yes, I am; they need an outfit rotation. :/ Still ψon't let me give any of em a buss doψn.
﹏﹏S﹏﹏ :( Oh what a deSssperate Sssituation! Have you conSssidered employing even more muleSss to your Ssservice? I have Ssseen your SsstreamSss, I know you to be quite the capable, young girl! Failing that...PerhapSss it iSss time to refine your powerSss to grab hold of larger, Ssstronger prey? ﹏﹏S﹏﹏
▲i mean they just come by and i tell them ill stop if they dont do what i say▼ ▲they love it▼
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.
Jesus fuck
oh!.i.just.noticed.that.lowblood.blocked.me haha.oh.thats.cute i.wonder.if.i.can.dress.up.an.experimental.subject.as.them.for.the.next.corpse.display those.clowns.love.their.corpse.displays #violence.#cw-gore