Ardata Carmia
@tappingTriumphant
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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.
#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.
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.
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.
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!
puns may just be the lowest of lowbrow torture.
｢( ´д｀) nyaht nyahcessarkitty!｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: this is the neko way of saying not necessarily!｣
notiiice how your opiiiniiion was not asked for. kiiindly search out the nearest drone and report yourself for poor behaviiior. the sentence: iiimmediiiate diiisiiintegratiiion.
｢(-∀-`; ) ah... eto... data-chan has poor forum etiquette! (； ･`ω･´) tch...｣
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.
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.