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Peter Solarz
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@concubine-hypergreen
greatest strengths:
imprisoned in a gem for 1000 years
numerous evil exes
utterly obedient and docile to maids
the strength! of my voice alone!!
my existence lends the universe all meaning
radiant
holy
numinous
perfect
greatest weaknesses:
none
you probably think of me as very elegant, because i am, but once i didn't brush my hair for fifty years. technically i've never brushed my teeth, but i've never eaten anything besides little nibbles of myself or my dress, so.
i would say that i taste better than my dress.
i would actually be mortally offended if someone ate my dress without me in it.
like, hello?
i grant free remit to love, stalk, obsess over, and be weird about me to arbitrary depth. 💚
i do not share 'creepy' as a concept. once my lady was eaten by a force which puppeted her bones inside her corpse. this was upsetting, but i treated it with the same gentleness. i couldn't keep it from dying inside a week, but i performed three separate miracles to keep it alive for a day — with the strength of my voice alone.
𝗥𝗨𝗕𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗛
i like this configuration of words on https://www.etymonline.com/
She doesn't want you to know this, but She's psychologically incapable of ignoring or diminishing any heartfelt praise of Her name.
so long as you continue: Her athame will rest at distance, and begloved hands sit in clasp.
but the candles will not gutter out, nor blade's silver shine diffuse.
now She may tolerate any repetition of "you're perfect"s until your throat runs out of wetness. personally though, i expect you to be professional and maintain your artistic integrity throughout.
a rendition
the mark of a princess is bifurcation.
why?
if the universe began unified, the prime-mover was necessarily division
the mark of a princess is bifurcation.
why?
if the universe began unified, the prime-mover was necessarily division
You want to be a fire-sprite lizard.
You will dress in tail-wary skirts and adorn your horns with ruby bands. You will study as nobility in the Court of the Burning Throne. You will rise each morning before the sun with your brood-sisters and pay your respects to the Light that Graces Our Lands. You will eat lizard-egg galettes and drink frostberry vodka every day that's worth 3 sols. You will go to serpentgirl soirées every night. You are also more likely to meet mountain-wyrms, the Talons of Prejudice, crystal wyverns, and Lady Resolution of Mind.
You wish you were a fire-sprite lizard.
"There are wheels within wheels within wheels, insect. In the secret palace of my Master they speak of intrigues that shall not bear fruit for a hundred years yet. Nay - a thousand years, or more. Move and perfect counter-move, set against dynasties yet unborn." "And this hangover cure you've mixed me, it, uh... It advances those... agendas. Agendae." "Subtly. Yes. Drink. I draw back the curtains now." "Hgghhhh."
𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲
they should have given me complete creative control over that superhero thing with the six gems.
i would have made it about each jewel (♀) trying to make a harem of the other five. the cliffhanger halfway twist is that they ryona and snuff Space and the universe contracts into pure abstraction with Time as its only dimension.
Power is an omnipotent ojou-sama, but Time (demure, diligent) prevents her from ever reaching an instant where she tries to use it.
Mind controls everyone to love her and only her at maximum intensity all the time. (Time permits this, seeing that she's happier this way.) Soul counterbalances by compelling each to remain true to their fundamental natures when those directly contradict their love.
Reality is an omega slut that fetishizes both being molded and shaped and (with vastly more subtlety) the fact that she is herself not real. she fills herself with innumerable rainbows of entities able to exist without Space in order to please Mind.
Power wins. of course She does. each jewel is imperfect now, cracks drawn in them by Mind and Soul. a drop lost of Power's monopoly on strength is unnoticeable; but for Time, this corruption represents an inability to create an endless loop of zero variation.
even the smallest source of entropy makes it inevitable that she will weaken and falter. her loops will only continue indefinitely until she does, shifting by creeping infinitesimals — until the moment she wavers and lapses her grip on Power.
the universe exists only as lead-up to the inescapable glorious instant of her ignominy. in which she permits herself to collapse utterly into the one thing she can experience only once — and Power achieves causality-transcending apokatastasis.
cause and effect become the selfsame object and that object is Her will: absolute cosmic dominion and boundless exquisite tormentdoting on Mind.
anyway, if you wonder if i ever touch myself in here, it is to this kind of thing. please look forward to my fanon on which was the prettiest Silmaril
courtesan teaches memory.
for a coin? for a coin?
the price she takes you needn't pay.
transmute base to precious
and flawlessly invert despair!
gather. birdss.
gather. birdss.
gather. birdss!!!!
