♠ hated by @uranianUmbra
I don't think so, Vesica
X Gentle reminder that I’m old enough for many of you to call me a milf #nsfw x
then you're wrong
just a fact one of the most passive roles the aspect you hold is wasted on such a pitiful class
Wish my Roxy could do that 8ut they'd 8e waaaaaaaay less funny without the alcoholism, not even gonna lie. #su8stance
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8bb3ccc308ab.gif :o) #Workposting #Bossposting #Worship #DarkCarnivalCometh
Three applicants have finished my #290Questions. You, of course, will as well. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSd7vuDNOSo3Brtq8VheXcFMFBSuk80deahpvfW8Jeoh8DIcpw/viewform?usp=header
like to slap his bald head pity to slap his bald head hate to slap his bald head mediate to slap his bald head
found my burner. you dont ovwn evwery roxy. some of them are ewven straight wvhich, ill admit, that freaks evwen me out. just aint right, yknowv?
https://www.image2url.com/r2/default/images/1778534404793-5de580ea-6320-48e0-acc3-51c8e9b36d32.gif ((#nsfw for #flashing))
Oh, quite. They all dance to my strings quite nicely.
As I said, this lovely #framefriday also marks the beginning of #mistressmay, both things I have created and will continue to promote indefinitely for my own amusement, regardless of your feelings on the matter. So, how about a treat? Let us resynchronize time, with but a snap of my fingers, and allow me to entreat you with a spot of narration. Our cherubim’s game, of course, was never going to be truly ‘normal’. Too many factors combined to make that unlikely- the presence of two master classes, their very species- but chief among them was naturally the influence of my lady and myself. Still, if you were to watch this younger version of her now, you could be forgiven for assuming the opposite was true. As dear @unboundUraeus operated her side of the game, in theory the server of her currently sleeping brother, she did so with deftness and knowledge of one who had studied the game long and hard. Very soon their room was extended, on her brother’s side, and she did her due diligence. The Alchemiter, the Punch Designix, the Totem Lathe. And finally, two of the most important entry items- the Cruxtruder and the Pre-Punched Card. Fittingly enough, as it marks the formal beginning of the world’s end (marked not by a bombard of stone, but of the shattered gold debris of a moon that was destined for death.), it also was the first moment that the divergences in their session would be made clear. Unsheathing her black wand and striking the top off the Cruxtruder with a wave of red, the Kernelsprite that left the Cruxtruder alongside the Cruzite flashed rapidly between a bright candy red and a lime green, rather than the single color Calliope had been expecting. Curious and perhaps slightly worrying, yes, but my lady had no time to worry on that. She had done her part, and set up all the equipment in her brother’s room. All that had to be done was create her brother’s artifact for him, and he would do the same. So, she did. Even as she completed the artifact- a lime green egg marked with red spirals- she found herself surprised that she would be cooperating with him like this. Helping make sure he got in, when she had never intended he would play at all. Not that his continued existence was in any way pleasant! But it was an unpleasantness that could be…rectified! With the artifact completed and waiting in her brother’s now much larger room half, she returned to the center of the room, and slept. I won’t waste too much of your time with describing the next sequence of events, darlings. After all, much of it is the same as the previous. And though our dear @unendingUroborus has many deficiencies in his mind, he certainly understands rules and guidelines quite well. He was a truly quick learner when it came to games. As the bombardment of golden fragments grew even stronger and more rapid, Caliborn’s movements began to mimic that of his sisters. Her room was extended, her phernalia placed, and her artifact created. Another mirror image, this one a brilliant shade of red striped with lime. And as he did all this, the Muse of Time was equally surprised that this was, in fact, happening. Deep down, he had not expected to survive. At least not long enough to make it to the game. He certainly had more than a few people to thank for that. As do I, really, though our reasons differ! One last note. The Cruxtruder placed for Calliope by her brother? Not a kernelsprite in sight. For reasons that will soon be obvious. Before he could make any move to destroy his own artifact, as required to enter, he found that it had already begun. His egg was cracking, slowly but surely. One quick inspection showed that the same was true of his sisters. For the first time, panic came to him as the bombardment outside grew closer to their home and prison, when he realized- the Kernelsprite! Oh, how could he ever forget? Well. There was only one thing that could possibly be of use to him now. His arm- and his sister’s arm- blasted off and left tucked away after an assassination attempt by one @feferiPeixes. Hidden from me for a while, I must admit. Fortunately, my lady helped clear up some of that darkness. At the exact moment that the muse chucked his own severed limb into the red/green alternating Kernelsprite, the artifacts cracked open, and the room split in twain… Leaving the dear boy knocked unconscious, and my Lady awakened on her land. And far, far above and beyond them, a process that had begun not too long ago was complete. A wave of red finished washing over Skaia, bathing it a bright and shining crimson as crackles of rainbow energy spread across it. A sigh both of things to come, and of that which had already come. Though, really, is there much difference between the two? What happens next? Well, pardon me for teasing, but I think I’ll leave it for now. After all, you have no small part to play in it.
I do hope you all have been enjoying your #framefriday and first day of #mistressmay. Events under my direct supervisions are playing out nicely.
Oooh, were you expecting something else? #cherubwatching
Y3S 1 4LW4YS W1N! (1 34T TH3 P13C3S 4S W3 PL4Y)
THEY ARE LITERALLY NICE.
He very much is.
WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT HAPLESS IDIOTS HAVE DARED TO WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER?
Typing with one hand proves an intriguing difficulty. Hee Hee.
Alas, some people can’t handle a simple brutal beating of their friend and coworker.
…I lose more typewriters that way. Well. If nothing else, I have options for acquisition.
One of you would do well to learn to respect the broom.
:o) . . . :o) I bit my own tongue off a long time ago, dearest Angel. :o) . . .
this aint it
I do appreciate the complement, Captain. I have of course always known your disdain was less complete than you convey.
The most effective lure is rarely an open invitation, but rather forbiddance. The intention to prevent harm through forced avoidance brings a new level of intrigue, a desire to prove oneself capable, and of course the inherent resistance towards being told what to do. Merely allow yourself to become forbidden, and you will be approached regardless. Haa Haa. Hee Hee. Hoo Hoo.
That is an odd way to spell “charming gentleman”, but yes.
Ah, merely marking the time before I am invited to enter a door currently closed to me, metaphorically speaking. A door that I believe will open far sooner than later. You will understand eventually. Haa Haa. Hee Hee. Hoo Hoo.
((ftr if i have ever forgotten to reply to a dm rp plz remind me! 1. im dumb and will check notifs i plan on replying to later and then i will forget, and 2. i do post with rose when im a lil tipsy fr so i may have missed it that way... or if people ever wanna scrap a rp and not finish it lmk also. im never igoring u on purpose tho prommie. also #substance since i mentioned bein tipsy))
prrr prrr!!!~~ ::3 meow!!! ::3 > Vodka happily prods and bats at the phone.
Please refrain from "hating" my chitts as I have done nothing wrong, but I have come up with another "meme" to appeal to you, hopefully better than last time. https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1473103318351085723/1480769631265361980/10ba146ac69ddd2d0b1443236804224c.jpg?ex=69d6746f&is=69d522ef&hm=ab584e0e70020552fe46d063c250d59c2049998a3210ed2ee30fb72ec2ffd8a1&=&format=webp&width=893&height=680
I apologize for my absence. Certain minor yet nonetheless important events were due to occur in my home timeline, and preparations needed to be made. However, now that they are done I have returned, something I know you all are very glad to hear.
Shameful, I thought I had taught you far greater manners than this, young lady.
Then perhaps I can ease your worries with the knowledge that regardless of whether or not you worry, it will not meaningfully alter any events that will transpire from this point forwards.
I wouldn’t worry. Haa Haa. Hee Hee.
anyone who supports lalonde's knockoff midnight crew is a traitor.
it was your goddamn responsibility to find the documents in the first place you fucking idiot. doesn't give you an excuse to leave us all in the dust like a wriggler having a tantrum.
In the 1942 film "Bambi", we were all taught by that fabulous rabbit Thumper that "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say nothing at all." I would like to take that one step further by telling you if you don't have anything funny or interesting to say, don't chit nothing at all. Be better.
Whoever the 4 likes are don't get the aura I bring to the table.