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Put a “∞” in my Ask Box and I’ll shuffle my itunes and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.
vvictorious - p!atd
My touch is black and poisonousAnd nothing like my punch-drunk kissI know you need it, do you feel it?Drink the water, drink the wine
i have b33n following cc for as long as ive b33n blogging i think and it is always a pleasure to s33 them
they so cute
#Literal Syn
I THOUGHT “HEY THIS IS ME” EVEN BEFORE I READ THE TAGS
happy birthday fef maryam
@courteouscade Why salutations and greetings! It is good to have you here, hello! I, Caligo, so humbly welcome you.
Weekly Reminder T)(at Youre Super Cute!!!
*pOSES LIKE THE UH, hUMAN WILL SMITH* fEFERI IS GOOD,
tHAT IS ALL,
▶▶️!!
send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.
> With a cough scratching already ruined vocal chords, you place a hand against the tree for support while standing until your throat is adequately cleared. Damn smoking fucking up your lungs. And yet, here you are outside ready to smoke another one in celebration. You’ve escaped from that nursing hive once more, that old place filled with older trolls far too close to death for your taste, and no one caught you this time sneaking out. That’s as good a reason as any to keep smoking since it’s not like you’ll ever be singing again anytime soon.
> Though where you go from here is a bit more difficult. It’s only a matter of time until some younger, stronger highblood notices you before sunrise and drags you back to that place, especially with your slowed movements and coughs giving you away. Your hive and car were sold sweeps ago (against your will, you might add) so there’s no place to sleep and now you have to improvise a place to go. You’d rather sleep in a run down car near the junkyard than be condescended to by younger trolls who think your mind is going just because of your age and declining physical health, and all the kooky geezers around you.
> And with the age you’ve somehow been able to reach in spite of your health and lowblood lifespan, well.
> It’s not as if you have any friends anymore whose hives you could crash at for the day.
> If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll meet up with your old friends in another sweep or two.
> Tonight, though, you’re alone.
◀️◀️!!
◀️◀️ a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.
Fire lit the sky a deep, angry orange as the wind blew thick and heavy with dense clouds of smoke, carrying embers across the settlement, the dry grass, and into the trees beyond. Hives burned. Young lowbloods scattered, fleeing collared lusii with gnashing teeth that followed the commands of their owners. Five bluebloods. There were only five.
You watched trolls fall by gunshot and spearhead from a thin slit in the small panels covering the space beneath your hive. Seven kids your age, just heaps in the dirt. Your lusus hissed and paced behind you in the darkness. You could smell her fear. Overhead, the screams of flying lusii rattled your bones.
Orange blood splashed against the outside wall of your hive and speckled your face through the slats. You scrambled further back until you felt your lusus’ coarse fur against your hands and wished you weren’t too big to crawl into her pouch and hide.
