

Miss Lalonde
@tenebrousGuardian
just a middle aged alien who still tags selfies with #gpoy if youre that curious. thoroughly entangled with @pulchritudePowerhouse. [[all character art is my own]]
i wasnt the one who shot him dead but i dream about it often. #violence
i really should have expected that the semi- to fully aquatic userbase would tilt the scales towards "beach" on that poll but then again that was probably always going to win the poll regardless. any complaints that people have about too much sand and too much sun really do shrink to nothing in the face of how nice those things feel when you get there.
early summer poll. <3 - beach <> - lake <3< - pool c3< - garden hose
my answer to this one is always very basic and predictable but how about everyone else? what are your favorite flowers?
oh. this is the first time ive seen a face on here that made me genuinely angry. and ive seen a lot of faces on here. #vaguepost #notelaborating
mister sternwood was very insistent that if i was going to be tagging along with team sleuth i had to abide by the dress code. i think i pull it off fairly well. #gpoy #columbobignaturals https://images.squidge.org/images/2026/05/23/teamsleuth.png
later this evening im picking up some new work attire from my favorite tailor. hes the one who fitted rosie for her prom suit and phil for the gala. he was very excited to get to choose something for me this time. ill share a picture later.
i didnt realize how much id been taking my big comfy bed for granted until i spent last night upright in a chair. my back was stiff all day.
lol could you imagine?
oh i have a much better idea. ask me questions and i promise i will lie to you. would you like some misinformation? ask away.
when youre someone like me who is extremely selective with the information you volunteer about yourself most other people wouldnt know which questions to ask if theyre even interested in knowing more to start with.
this q&a trend seems interesting but i would probably just keep it as a thread on site instead of opening an ask box somewhere else. assuming anyone would even have anything to ask me. the line between "mysterious" and "boring" can be a fuzzy one.
the timing is a shame i wouldve loved to go to a costume ball. maybe i can still talk mister sleuth into a dance anyway before the night is over. he was a fantastic partner for the one dance we got to share at the last gala.
the last time someone asked me about the mausoleum in the back yard they had assumed from how dearly i spoke of the interred that the monument held roses father. i did eventually correct this misunderstanding. while i dont have any proof that he (the father not the entombed) is still alive no one has been able to prove that he is dead either. #violence just in case since im pondering on #death.
every now and then ill set aside some time to sit on the porch and listen to the waterfall. its a bit loud for me to be calling it "peaceful" but it is a nice sound. comforting in a numbing sort of way.
as big as this house is there are very few rooms that weve yet to "christen" during this sort of honeymoon phase. and following this train of thought ive realized i havent shown him the observatory yet. youd think it would come up sooner but as ive mentioned weve been a bit distracted. #suggestive #nsfw
@tipsyGalactica how are you doing by the way roro? we didnt get to speak for very long at the gala there was so much going on.
that was a depressive streak of posts. heres a palette cleanser to break it up. #wizard #wizardposting https://images.squidge.org/images/2026/05/14/image_2026-05-14_204646910.png
there was a girl who grew up with a ticking timer over her head. every day the numbers stared her down dropping steadily-- years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds getting smaller. "when this timer reaches zero" an old man told her "the whole world is going to end." the timer was such a constant in her life that even when she wasnt looking at it she knew exactly what it would read, how close it was to zero, to the very second. "inevitable" "inescapable" it was supposed to be this thing twined inseparably with the very nature of the world she was created in. when the timer reached zero her world still stood. the destruction that was supposed to rain from the sky didnt come. but it was supposed to. she knew that it was supposed to. the timer wasnt meant to read zero but for a fraction of a second before it was obliterated with everything else. but it stared at her and kept staring for years. it kept staring for a decade. the girl could not be relieved that the world still stood. there was something more precious to her that could not continue to exist without that destruction. she feared every day that it might disappear as though it had never been there in the first place because without the destruction it wouldnt have been created. so the girl spends that decade examining everything as closely as possible, testing every possibility, making every adjustment, trying and trying and trying to bring that destruction she had been promised. the precious thing starts to hate her and she lets it. she doesnt need for it to think well of her she just needs it to live. the precious thing doesnt disappear and the girl cant prove that it isnt in part due to her efforts. maybe the work shes doing is promise enough of a coming destruction that the universe wont write it off as a failure just yet. but what if she eases up? what if she becomes satisfied with a decade of undisturbed status quo and decides that nothing has any consequences after all? what if that choice to stop is what kills her precious thing? i dont know how to resolve this story satisfactorily. im sorry that i cant give you a nice conclusion.
this isnt an excuse and the situation is still difficult beyond words but i didnt put the gun in his hand. he took it from me himself. whether im glad that he did or not... i cant tell. #violence














