GLUB.

GLUB I AM SO TIR—-ED. 

I AM TIR—-ED

AS BALLS. 

I ended up playing Amnesia last nig)(t till t)(ree. 

I still didn’t get very far I kept t)(rowing my laptop and suppressing t)(e infinite screec)( of a seadweller scared. I’m probubbly t)(e first seadweller to B—-E scared over somefin t)(is stupid. mmmnnnggggg)()()()( My )(air kept freaking me trout I’d be like into it and t)(en all t)(e sudden a piece of my )(air would brus)( ever so slig)(tly over my arm and I’d be like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

And t)(en I’d scream and w)(en I scream it gets

Goddamn loud. I’ve popped eardrums before wit)( my screec)(es. Just ask Kari. 

Anemonewave…Point is I was up till t)(ree and t)(en I tried waking up at my normal time of eig)(t. I )(it snooze like six times. Come on, me. Get wit)( t)(e program. Get up get up. 

B a l l s. 

…I )(ope Karkat made some coffee. 

ohcorny:

chickens don’t make sense

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saccharinesylph:

Dead )(eiresses
I got a few notes from people/anons after my Dreambubble heiresses comic on )(eiress about what the silhouettes looked like filled in. I did the younger set.
A few notes on Heiress headcanons, if anyone cares.
Excellent reading/source of most Headcanons: Hymn of Empire
Most of the time, there are two Tyrians in the world- The Empress and her Heiress. Tyrians are always female, as they line up with Gl’bgolyb and the Mother Grub. The birth of an Heiress is celebrated- as it appeases Gl’bgolyb by giving her something to care for. She inherits the royal hive, and is kept safe by the aristocracy, and far from the reach of jealous lowbloods. They grow extremely sheltered, but highly educated.
Heiresses receive tutelage on the history of Alternia and the glorious Empire they are poised to inherit. Unlike other children, instead of schoolfeeding, Heiresses study on their own. Their personality tends to veer against it, though. Some are more dedicated than others. They are kept mostly unaware of the deaths of previous Heiresses. The subjuggulators find this a particularly amusing joke.
None of them are expected to last, of course. The honor of slaughtering an Heiress lies only with the Empress. The birth of a new Heiress is somewhat akin to a Kumari. They are considered signs of prosperity and luck in the Kingdom, but they are never, ever expected to ascend. To suggest such would be treason to the Empress. At the same time, wishing harm on her is equally dangerous.
Most Heiresses do not live to the time of completion and challenge. Tyrian blood, for its virtues, is the most unstable of the types. That’s why only one wriggler makes it at a time. Most Heiresses die while still children, whether through injury while exploring far from her Lusus’ supervision, or through illness. Particularly those with weaker blood than needed to handle her lusus’ whispers.The Empress prefers this, because often, they have not had the chance to plot against her. The death of young Heiresses are often a tragically fashionable event for highbloods. Mourning them is similar to Victorian Mourning customs- corpse parties are publicized and little memorial portraits hang about outpost pubs for a time. Highbloods trade them like baseball cards.
Heiresses that do live to ascension age are seen as noble sacrifices for the Empress- after all, they are never expected to succeed by anyone other than themselves. Warrior princesses, they study tactics with the intent to overthrow the Queen. That only spurns the Empress to slaughter them more violently to satisfy herself. Though, she is not always cruel when culling her Heiresses. From time to time she greets one lovingly, welcomes her close and spoils her with rich cake and beautiful jewels. After she has lulled her progeny into a sense of security and comradery, she culls them in their sleep. It depends on the Empress’s ever-changing mood.
In the same vein, the dead Heiresses are the first to enter the Dreambubbles in he furthest ring. The Ancient Ones could not deny their Emissary her daughters. They are clumped together in a nest of bubbles, like fish, since their memories all share the same place, the royal hive. Since so many of them are young, they band together with their sisters and keep from wandering.
This is bullshit, why did I write this.

Okay so I played ten minnows

hemoknight:

thewitchoflife:

hemoknight:

thewitchoflife:

Of Amnesia?

And now I’m crying. 

Fuck t)(is game. 

-quietly reopens the game and continues to play- 

aww babe

i’ve beaten that, if you wanted i could’ve replayed and let you kibbutz

No I’m gonna play. 3>8C I’m a big troll I can beat t)(is game!

ok ok i wasn’t trying to say that you couldn’t, just that i would’ve replayed for you

i can’t focus on puzzles right now anyway.

It’s so SCARY. 

Okay so I played ten minnows

hemoknight:

thewitchoflife:

Of Amnesia?

And now I’m crying. 

Fuck t)(is game. 

-quietly reopens the game and continues to play- 

aww babe

i’ve beaten that, if you wanted i could’ve replayed and let you kibbutz

No I’m gonna play. 3>8C I’m a big troll I can beat t)(is game!

Okay so I played ten minnows

Of Amnesia?

And now I’m crying. 

Fuck t)(is game. 

-quietly reopens the game and continues to play- 

giveussomeeir:

thewitchoflife:

W)(ale…

I’d been stabbed and I’ve closed up wounds like t)(at before like u)(m…Trut)( be told I’m immortal boat it’s conditional and sometimes my lifey fin gives trout and it looks a lot like t)(is. 

…Actually exactly like t)(is. 

> Her eyes glass over pure white and her head forms a thick ring around it’s base where it had been hacked off, a large hole in her chest reopens and she smiles sadly. 

…So I got used to taking care of my own injuries…because if I don’t I’ll look like t)(is. Also if I get too stressed trout or sad I look like t)(is. 

My power is a fickle mistress. 

-Sadness takes over the goddesses eyes and she watches what unfolds in front of her. She couldn’t help but ponder the possibility of trying to heal her so she wouldn’t look like this whilst stressed of sad.- 

Does it have to be this way, Feferi? -moves over to grab her friends hand with concern.-

-Feferi squeezes her hand gently as a smile flickers across her face, a smile is a smile, however fleeting it may be- 

Yes…it )(as to be t)(is way. You sea…t)(is is my purest form. T)(e way my body looked w)(en I died…