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oh i love those!! it sucks that scalprs are basically in evry single fandoM noW and ruining evryone’s WhiMsy especially for trolls Who are little grubs at heart!!! like Me!!! if you are trying to get a fiduspotchi though! i still have an old one i dont pay attention to you dan have! i took out the battry because i aM a trrible lusus to the little gotchi u_u
PLEASE CONSIDER HIS CONDITION. NOT ONLY IS HE CLINICALLY STUPID. BUT HE IS ALSO ADDICTED TO YAPPING.
Nothing like re-reading one's document8tions quilled at the crack of sunset and realising the copious amount of spelling errors.
For all times to agree, why now.
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Captain's Log ----------- #journal #viewed-oocly #inperson #narration #atimeofcelebration (Entry is written in void-ink, so omniscient entities cannot see it.) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ~ On the 12th~ ------ The young Demoness remained at my side throughout the manor’s revelries, her presence a part of kinship and the other a jailer seeing to it that I do not distur8 them with 'piratical flair'. Whether she finds me a comfort or is merely tethered to me as a sentry for her master, the am8iguity remains. Regardless, I dare not acknowledge our history; to admit to such 8efore the Doctor would 8e to jeopardise the architecture of my plans. Unlike the funeral, I am restricted from wandering the halls here, though the white magnum pistol remains a persistent thought in the 8ack of my mind. I ought to conduct further research into it, perhaps experiment with alchemis8tion to transmute it into an instrument of terror 8eyond even his reproach. He dispatched his Handmaiden to an Earth at '9:10', whether that is morning or evening one knows not, for the 8astard does not use military time. It is also 8affling that I once perceived the Doctor as a man of refinement in my youth. Now, I see him for what he is, a peddler of 8ase indulgences, feigning intoxic8tion of sipping his glass and leading his guests in vulgar parlour games of stripping. A registry of attendees would 8e of use as of current to see who I stand against. Some were impenetra8le to the usual telepathy, to which I assume were artificial entities or guardians. The old fashioned greetings seemed to supply some answers, four in particular and it placed a name to the ro8ot, one titled 'Hal'. I could peer into the Doctor’s reflected dome whenever I pleased in my youth, provided I avoided the trap of questioning inside it; his mind acts as an oracle, and to ask is to alert him to my interest. I desire to uncover the 8enefactor 8ehind his ring, to expose the unseen hand who provided it, 8ut I cannot afford to tip the scales and let him know the involvement. So, I simply did not question, and no answer came to one's eightfold. I feel a profound disdain for this role of the informant, reporting to my correspondents while I shoulder the 8urden of a strategy they refuse to formul8te properly. It is the classic struggle of the protégé surpassing the pedagogue. I have helmed crews through centuries of tempestuous seas, yet even at sea, the horizon offered a reprieve of time. Here, there is no such luxury. I must 8e swifter, sharper, and utterly precise. The succession is mine to secure.
"I am going to end your career as a 8uccaneer", is still the hardest lyric my musicians have made in regards to raiding other pir8te vessels.
What occupied you? I oversaw an entire gam8ligant fleet and still found time for introspection. Writing might have helped you realise that your shortcomings cannot 8e perpetually 8lamed on ancient lineage or a mindless arachnid, a challenge I also overcame myself. Your refusal to document your life reeks of cowardice; perhaps you fear the verdict of the future. You seem terrified that your own descendant will one day uncover your history and expose you for what you truly are: a sadist who specialised in pushing people from clifftops and ruining an already misera8le game which destroyed children of their planets and homes. Do keep up the charade of 8eing the hero; it suits your delusions perfectly.
People will tell you to write things down on the nature of your own life, when they've spent their whole life never picking up a pen.
I never once laid claim to the Grand High8lood’s demise. You oper8te under the delusion that that singular journal constitutes the sum of my legacy, o8livious to the fact that I have authored countless others across the span of centuries. You speak to me of sacrifice? My death was a calcul8ted necessity. Had I succeeded in the re8ellion, had the Condescension’s victory 8een averted, it would have invited a doomed timeline. You, and every soul you claim to have 'ascended,' to save would have 8een extinguished and you would 8e nothing more than the rest of the dead Vriska's roaming around the place. 8eing 'forgotten' was the price I paid for your success, you ungrateful wretch.
It is remarka8ly convenient that you externalise your own emotional 8ankruptcy 8y scapegoating your lusus and on one paragraph of 'smut' which was essentially a kiss which did not even happen. Perhaps it is time you cease this pathetic cycle of self-victimis8tion and reconcile with the fact that your current station is the direct consequence of your own failures. Even Feferi possessed a far 8etter understanding of her lineage, and she never relied on the excuses that you cling to so desper8tely. She should have 8een like her ancestor as heritage dict8tes, she had an eldritch entity whispering in her ear as influence and yet it is always you who whine and 8itch a8out yours ontop of an ancestor who did everything to defy the expect8tions of Alternia's cruelty. Did me not citing the Sufferer's work as compelling not trigger in that lack of 8rain of yours to 8e sympathetic towards low8loods? Did me not freeing a slave from Dualscar, think that perhaps you should not 8e a piece of shit? Did me not aligning with a 8ronze8lood not trigger to not 8e a 8itch? Your laments regarding your lusus and your ancestor are wearisome; your tragedy is not inherited, it is self-authored.
Let's go over '8ook filled with porn'. - The documented downfall of a tr8itorous Orphaner who sold his loyalty to the Empire, only to die 8y the hand of another imperial, 8ecause whilst 8etraying pir8tes to the Empire, he had also 8een selling the Empire out to pir8tes the entire time. - The account of 8eing the sole survivor of an assault so catastrophic that law enforcement dispatched an actual dragon to hunt me down. Not Redglare. A literal dragon in which she weaponised and still lost. - The chronicle of imprisonment, escape from my own execution, and the su8sequent slaying of an eighty-foot 8east with one arm and one eye, who was the judge. - The records concerning the demonic cretins upon the green moon, after I stole one of their jujus and despite my repeated warnings, some whining little descendant still managed to ignore every word I said and transform into a colossal clown herself. - And finally, the part where I weaponised the very dragon sent to kill me and used it to ignite a second revolution. Truly scandalous material. Positively overflowing with smut.
If you have to put '8etter' in your name, you pro8a8ly aren't.
D --> I shall give my anti-spirit powder recipe for you guys on here as well D --> 2 parts Iron shavings (not steel), 4 parts ground chalk, 3 parts salt, 2 parts uranium (depleted works fine), 1 part silver, 1 part gold, and some ground ginger or turmeric to taste
Sorry to the 142 people online who are adopted, that was me adopting you.
hist0ry never l00ks the same fr0m b0th sides and when darkness surr0unds y0u perhaps that's cause y0u're the black h0le? #lyricp0sting
☆~𖦹 Collecting is one of the greatest pleasures in life. I spent a lot of time exploring different terrains all around the world, so I have started picking up things I find cute or pretty. I have a whole bag of triangular rocks, ten four leaf clovers and three deer horns, just to name a few. 𖦹~☆
Hi Ms Hatwxman!!! It's likely due tx the hxst link deprecating... There are sxme sites that let yxu hxst images but thxse images stxp displaying after a few days!!!
this is irritating. wake me up when this stupid ass 0bvi0usly artificial green mark hashtag campaign is 0ver.
0k by l00king at every 0ne elses p0sts I think I have figured 0ut h0w the vaguep0st w0rks watch a br0 nail this 0ne (⌐□_□) 0hhhh, the… h0rr0rs… the vague h0rr0rs… 0h n0… (⌐□_□)
i just think it's crazy f0r humans t0 get 0n the tr0ll website full 0f tr0lls and act c0nfused when we talk ab0ut tr0ll things. fucking get with the pr0gram already. it isn't tr0ll r0cket science.
Gh.o°sts aren't rea spirits are fake I d.o°n't hear them I have never heard them II will never hear them they are wn.o°t.o° whisering t.o° me they aren't they arent they aren't I can't hear them because the are n.o°t real the are fake and I am n.o°t hearingg them
white man t.o°uched my p.o°st and it made me feel viscerallly unc.o°mf.o°rtable f.o°r reas.o°ns I cann.o°t .o°rdain
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