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@tragicomedicDespot
Her Highness, Witch of Doom, The Foremother of all Zalgo Judhri Ithaqa [judxลi itahq'a].
C:~ Happy Mother's Day for me, as I am the Foremother of all Zalgo. It is apparent that my subjects are neglecting this fact. Stealthy Saboteur (SS for short, not to be confused with "The Saboteur") have made me a large sweet treat suitable for my royal tastes to make me feel better. Tastes horrible. Why does that always happen to me. https://file.garden/aZB6DAuOJCHglmOs/Judhri/cake.png<
C:~ Stealthy Saboteur (SS for short, not to be confused with "The Saboteur"), or at least, what is there still left of him, suggested I stop #vagueposting about my ex-matesprit as a part of my self-care weekend. Why are men always so eager to silence the female voices? Not to mention that I am the most powerful female in the universe. And just for the record, me being the only female in the universe has nothing to do with measure of my power.<
C:~ And that's not to mention that of all the 'love interest' options, Lovelace was simply the best... I miss him. I miss him every night. Lovelace crushed any hope I had in our future, but I would still do anything to see him again. To touch him. To feel him again, no matter how much pain it causes me.<
C:~ My subjects donโt particularly enjoy the fact that my autobiography features just one love interest. Perhaps I need to explain to them what an โautobiographyโ actually is, because when one of them declared that the main character โ who, just so you know, is me โ should have ended up with Saboteur, I nearly threw up. If their population werenโt so small, Iโd have executed it on spot.<
C:~ ... At that moment, something inside him snapped completely. Lovelace glared at me with a wild look in his eyes before lunging at me. I was stunned and hesitated for a second, which allowed him to knock me onto my back and hang over me. Even though heโd caught me off guard, I didnโt let go of my ranseur, turning it horizontally and creating a small gap between his snapping jaw and my neck. His fangs slid along the cold metal, but he didnโt stop pressing against it. After about half a minute of this pointless struggle, I felt something wet on my cheek โ something I've mistaken for a blood was actually tears. Lovelace was crying. It was the first time in my life that Iโd been truly afraid. Not for my own life, but for his. I was afraid Iโd have no choice but to end it here. - Volume 6, page 168 of ยซAutobiography of Tsarevna: Zalgoid's only guide to troll history and cultureยป.<











