#atropa

[rontra]

xv2 was $2 so i remembered my silly saiyan

[thebearsaw]

[floralcard-slenders]

Hold the beast’s hand Atropa …. /silly

*They are glaring, mostly out of embaressment.*

....I don't need the clarification on what they're requesting.

[floralcard-slenders]

Happy pride to Atropa and Atropa only /silly

*Atropa raises an eyebrow at you, displeased by your comment.*

Are you implying my partners would not be considered part of pride as well, or simply that they should not have a "happy pride" as well

[asmrbrainrot]

Atropa: *Drops to one knee*

Candela: Oh gods! It’s finally happening-!

Arropa: *Frothing at the mouth and choking on it*

Candela: The poison is kicking in!

[floralcard-slenders]

Happy Aromantic awareness week!

Aromantic spectrum (Adjective) All identities under the Aromantic (see below for meaning) umbrella. (Demi, gray, cupio, aroflux,) an be shortened to Aro-spec and used as an umbrella identity as well for anyone under the aromantic umbrella. Aromantic - Experiencing little to no romantic attraction and/or experiencing romantic attraction in an atypical way.

Atropa and Camellia ( @icelandic-slenderwoman ) are both Demiromantic, but as I have done a doodle with that already (Here) I chose to use the Aromantic spectrum flag instead as demiromantic falls under it, Doom ( @dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders ) is also here by force; take that as you will about them /silly

This won't be the only doodle this week nor the only one planned on this blog, but the rest will be found on my other slender blogs throughout the week :3

[nicoledollanganger-songs]

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Atropa (Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus demo) Nicole Dollanganger

listen to / purchase on bandcamp

In the skeletal remains of a pool long since drained Filled with rain, reclaimed by nature Through the dark I wade as if in its Glory days Knowing that I'll make myself sick from the water Knowing all my tears and rage could load a revolver

I used to think I'd die right here in your arms or deep under That I'd be just like Ophelia in a coronet of weeds in the water

I used to think you must be the water I drink Holding me down in these waters, down beneath Singing to the sound of my screaming But now I see, now I see

In the dark I wait right here where I once sunbathed With all my dreams unfit for day With all of my tears and all my rage

I used to think you must be the water I drink Holding me down in these waters, down beneath Singing to the sound of my screaming I used to dream of the day it'd be just you and me like the Wild West Both of us shooting 'til one of us was dead

But now I see

[isuggestsnuggles]

God now the song that never spoke to me much is possibly my favourite of hers. I wish she had kept it like this, it’s so beautiful and haunting.