#miseries

[danielecheni18]

"Los Estados Unidos parecen destinados por la providencia a plagar la América de miserias, en nombre de la libertad" es una cita del Libertador Simón Bolívar. Fue dicha en 1829 como una crítica a la política exterior expansionista de EE. UU. - "The United States seems destined by Providence to plague America with miseries, in the name of liberty" is a quote from the Liberator Simón Bolívar. It was said in 1829 as a criticism of the expansionist foreign policy of the United States.

[tomorrowspeopleareblissful]

i cant wait to go in the silksong tag in a year and the highest tag is m/m somehow

[escapedaudios]

Can we know more about Jack and his kind??

Yes! They will appear in Vox Gothic and you'll get to learn more about them, but here's some deep lore:

Miseries are all part of underground colonies, similar to mycelium webs. Those colonies spawn their bodies when it's misty and dark.

They're born with the minimal information needed to mimic a human. When they're born they can speak but have no identity outside of what the colony gave them. That's why they all start out with the name "Jack". They gain more complex individual identities over time by eating humans.

Other colonies produce different Miseries, the one that makes Jacks is just the biggest one in Western Europe, and it's original web originated in England.

They aren't actually shape shifters. They're always physically in their monster form, they appear to be shape shifters because they use illusion magic and psychic influence to look human. Their illusion drops when they attack.

They cry when they're excited, they cannot experience sadness.

They are local to the mycelium web, but not to each other. They will sabotage and attack each other when in competition for prey or in danger of having their true nature exposed.

[misscrawfords]

I really, really need a girls hang-out day and gossip. I've just spent about an hour crying steadily over feeling heart-broken and adrift. I need a big group of girls sitting on sofas, drinking tea/prosecco, watching romcoms and just putting it in perspective.

[door]

colleagues giving me knowing smirks as i carry my powerade into work. they don’t know the truth (i don’t drink so god had to smite me specifically)

[fieriframes]

[Miseries of a birth.]

[beljar]

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide.

John Milton, Paradise Lost, 1667