Buxia 🦋✨
@virulentMonarch
✂ A melody of snarling agony \ ♭eguiling now, ♭y rending flesh ♭ewyched, Through sinew, ♭one, and grisly pageantry—
CANNED DRINK. *-- IMPERIALISTHALCYONITE [IH] HAS UPLOADED A VIDEO! --* *THE VIDEO DEPICTS THE CAMERA FACING THAT OF THE PERSON RECORDING THE VIDEO, BEFORE SWITCHING TOWARDS THE PERSPECTIVE FACING THE CAN, HIS FINGERS TRYING TO CLENCH ON THE TAB YET STRUGGLING TO DO SO, THE VIDEO ENDS WITH A SINGULAR, SUDDEN FRAME OF WHAT LOOKS TO BE ARADYM FUCKING BITING INTO THE CAN SPRAYING ITS CONTENTS EVERYWHERE.*
SURPRISINGLY, YES. I SOMETIMES HAVE TO USE A OBJECT AS LEVERAGE JUST TO ENJOY MY CANNED BEVERAGE WITHOUT TEARING INTO IT LIKE A BARKBEAST WITH A BONE.
✂Mine heart extend to thee. Should thou ♭e at the cross roads of sugary trifle \\ please do call upon me. \\ Or consider claws.
I DO HAVE CLAWS OF SORTS, THAT BEING MY FINGERNAILS, BUT WHEN I TRY TO USE THEM, I APPLY SUCH FORCE WHERE I TEAR OFF THE TOP OF THE CAN ENTIRELY, LEAVING JAGGED EDGES THAT I WOULD RATHER NOT WANT STABBING INTO MY LIPS.
AROUND EIGHT FEET TALL.
**rahhhh** I Need To Destress, I Swear To The Messiahs Ii Cannot Handle Another Subjug Getting Here, And Saying "oh My Dear Angel Of The Church Can You Do This Do That And This And That And That" Sometimes I Wish I Could Just Frigginnnn Leaavee Ugh :o)
✂Spread thy wings and fly farthest away, then. If thou'st so tenacious.
THE TROLL IM MOST ATTRACTED TO IS MYSELF. I WISH i HAD MORE SPLINTERS to PAIL WITH. LONELY as FUCK!!!!! #nsfw
✂Letter "f" in this chat, or however we say.
Are you flirting with me thru ¢hittr like$$$ ye$$$! or ye$$$!!!!
✂Nay, through words and hasty touches stayeth mine preference.
Would love to have a friendly chat with a sea dweller, who would be willing to hand over anatomical secrets and details that could be used for great personal gain and leverage.
✂Pray, what could thee possi♭ly offer in way of sacred truths?
Appreciation.
✂I might have a ♭ite of time to extend, then \ driven ♭y the tide of curiosity. Would thou prefer live or paper su♭ject study?
✂Love all, trust a few, \\ Do wrong to none: ♭e a♭le for thine enemy —— rather in power than use; and keep thy friend. Under thy own life's key: ♭e check'd for silence, ♭ut never tax'd for speech.
A$$$ poeti¢ a$$$ ever, Buxia~
If you would, please heed my advice...This newcomer to the castle is most unfortuitious... I smell ivory and wickedness on her breath...My Liege
✂Oh ? Pray tell, what praises them so formida♭le? Thou of middle ♭lood can surely surmount such easy threat.
✂Thee of ♭lacken heart and ashen skin \ hark onto mine warning \ for the ships sail in the fog \ flags flayed from traitor cloth ; lam♭ skin over wolf ears.
am i meant to like rap this? read it like slam poetry? a haiku?
✂'Tis iam♭ic meter \ sing thy song as thou wish —— ingress stress ; egress exhale. Colloquial to thee: consider it vocal meter of theatre.
so i'M getting the vibe that i was KIND OF right. i'LL take that. going to goregle iambic meter and reread this chitt
✂Accolades for thee. I cherish thy willingness for experimentation.
!'ve heard better at the amature hour slam poetry down at the D!VEBAR
✂Tu'es de simplex pensée. Ce n’est pas ta deficiens—— mais am♭itus tuus.
You troll lot would be fun to play around with. Nasty, violent, brutish little things. My kind of species!
✂Thou crave to ♭e amongst us troll-kin \ admiration, was it? \ What attracts thee, moth to thine flame, to us that human-kin cannot provide?
Ah. Right! I had posted aboUt dUmbo octopUses the other night. BUt. Forgot to provide a fact as well! So! Did yoU know! They are very elUsive deep sea creatUres! And. Some species have only been sighted in a single recorded observation. A shame! I think we shoUld all be able to see these adorable cephalopods! ・・・𝛾
✂Oh! ♭ut it seemed fresh and pure in the night air after the terror of that vault \ How sweet it was to see the clouds race ♭y, and the passing gleams of the moonlight ♭etween the scudding clouds crossing and passing—like the gladness and sorrow of a man’s life \ How sweet it was to ♭reathe the fresh air \ that had no taint of death and decay \ how wonderful to see the red lighting of the sky ♭eyond the hill, and to hear far away the muffled roar that marks the life of a great city. Each in his own way was solemn && overcome.
I like your funny word$$$, butterfly man
[What's this? Another photo. She's somehow managed to get her hands on the aforementioned princess dress! It's big and poofy, almost like something you'd see in the movies. Very impractical to walk around in, though. She could move around fine otherwise. To match, as well, was a small tiara poised on her head. Wow. Her face was a dark red, almost like she was sheepish while wearing it. She was posed waving at the camera with a gloved hand.]