"Officer"
@danceofthedead.bsky.social
LIKE MOTHS THAT FLY INTO THE FLAME, IT ALWAYS ENDS UP SO.
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;; hmmm. okay then
February 1, 2025 at 3:16 AM
;; hmmm. okay then
Gladiolus. Hmm. It's very... To the point.
[ Your voice isn't too raspy yet, but there's a certain constant dryness to it. You may need something to drink in perpetuity. ]
You prefer warriors, I guess? Not as much of that around anymore.
[ Your voice isn't too raspy yet, but there's a certain constant dryness to it. You may need something to drink in perpetuity. ]
You prefer warriors, I guess? Not as much of that around anymore.
December 30, 2024 at 2:54 PM
Gladiolus. Hmm. It's very... To the point.
[ Your voice isn't too raspy yet, but there's a certain constant dryness to it. You may need something to drink in perpetuity. ]
You prefer warriors, I guess? Not as much of that around anymore.
[ Your voice isn't too raspy yet, but there's a certain constant dryness to it. You may need something to drink in perpetuity. ]
You prefer warriors, I guess? Not as much of that around anymore.
Here you go.
[ A gloved hand, leather, goes into her coat. Laminated wood comes out, letters burnt into it. Your name is Amélie d'Anouilh. ]
Nice to meet you, and all.
[ A gloved hand, leather, goes into her coat. Laminated wood comes out, letters burnt into it. Your name is Amélie d'Anouilh. ]
Nice to meet you, and all.
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
Here you go.
[ A gloved hand, leather, goes into her coat. Laminated wood comes out, letters burnt into it. Your name is Amélie d'Anouilh. ]
Nice to meet you, and all.
[ A gloved hand, leather, goes into her coat. Laminated wood comes out, letters burnt into it. Your name is Amélie d'Anouilh. ]
Nice to meet you, and all.
[ This one feels... Different. He's something else. She is. Whatever. The air doesn't make "it" feel right, that's for sure. ]
Okay.
[ Blades made of grass. They make the world go around, cutting up the stomachs of the animals we need. ]
Okay.
[ Blades made of grass. They make the world go around, cutting up the stomachs of the animals we need. ]
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
[ This one feels... Different. He's something else. She is. Whatever. The air doesn't make "it" feel right, that's for sure. ]
Okay.
[ Blades made of grass. They make the world go around, cutting up the stomachs of the animals we need. ]
Okay.
[ Blades made of grass. They make the world go around, cutting up the stomachs of the animals we need. ]
[ Hope you like the set dressing. ]
Mm. Flower.
[ She knows a thing that has skin like bark, a long tall tree. Black, black, black. Cold winter teeth. She knows another, like fall petals, the stench of a summer meadow. That one is a flower. ]
Mm. Flower.
[ She knows a thing that has skin like bark, a long tall tree. Black, black, black. Cold winter teeth. She knows another, like fall petals, the stench of a summer meadow. That one is a flower. ]
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
[ Hope you like the set dressing. ]
Mm. Flower.
[ She knows a thing that has skin like bark, a long tall tree. Black, black, black. Cold winter teeth. She knows another, like fall petals, the stench of a summer meadow. That one is a flower. ]
Mm. Flower.
[ She knows a thing that has skin like bark, a long tall tree. Black, black, black. Cold winter teeth. She knows another, like fall petals, the stench of a summer meadow. That one is a flower. ]
[ Tick. Tick. Tick. Massive, swelling, subterrene. This place is a monument. The sun peers through the brass and curling steel. On this layer, sunset and sunrise meant everything. As soon as it rose up, it was all shadows and light, fat lamps glimmering with magery. ]
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
[ Tick. Tick. Tick. Massive, swelling, subterrene. This place is a monument. The sun peers through the brass and curling steel. On this layer, sunset and sunrise meant everything. As soon as it rose up, it was all shadows and light, fat lamps glimmering with magery. ]
[ It's not paranoia. Just policy. ]
December 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM
[ It's not paranoia. Just policy. ]
You can read, right? Can't ever tell on first sight.
[ Faeries that idoled humans so hard were always hit or miss with those little things. Scent was too thick to be halfblood. ]
I have my name somewhere on me. Not written, imprinted. Machine work. That should work better for Introductions.
[ Faeries that idoled humans so hard were always hit or miss with those little things. Scent was too thick to be halfblood. ]
I have my name somewhere on me. Not written, imprinted. Machine work. That should work better for Introductions.
December 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM
You can read, right? Can't ever tell on first sight.
[ Faeries that idoled humans so hard were always hit or miss with those little things. Scent was too thick to be halfblood. ]
I have my name somewhere on me. Not written, imprinted. Machine work. That should work better for Introductions.
[ Faeries that idoled humans so hard were always hit or miss with those little things. Scent was too thick to be halfblood. ]
I have my name somewhere on me. Not written, imprinted. Machine work. That should work better for Introductions.
[ Now men pull the same trick, and tell you that's real. ]
[ These thoughts exist because your friend insisted on the unpleasantness it made for your environment to smoke "real" cigs. Now it's sweet, real sweet. ]
[ These thoughts exist because your friend insisted on the unpleasantness it made for your environment to smoke "real" cigs. Now it's sweet, real sweet. ]
December 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM
[ Now men pull the same trick, and tell you that's real. ]
[ These thoughts exist because your friend insisted on the unpleasantness it made for your environment to smoke "real" cigs. Now it's sweet, real sweet. ]
[ These thoughts exist because your friend insisted on the unpleasantness it made for your environment to smoke "real" cigs. Now it's sweet, real sweet. ]
[ But now something clean is starting to swirl up, begging you to drink up water that quietly, like a distinctly non-virgin wife, begs you to forget it was sewage. In faery stories, they gave you a feast, and then showed you the truth, the mold and sulfur you shoved in your gullet. ]
December 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM
[ But now something clean is starting to swirl up, begging you to drink up water that quietly, like a distinctly non-virgin wife, begs you to forget it was sewage. In faery stories, they gave you a feast, and then showed you the truth, the mold and sulfur you shoved in your gullet. ]
Getting a taste for the city air?
[ An odd little crackle of blue light comes off the cigarette the woman holds, not orange or red. The swirling smoke is thick and sweet-smelling. ]
Can't say I'm making it much cleaner.
[ An odd little crackle of blue light comes off the cigarette the woman holds, not orange or red. The swirling smoke is thick and sweet-smelling. ]
Can't say I'm making it much cleaner.
December 25, 2024 at 1:57 PM
Getting a taste for the city air?
[ An odd little crackle of blue light comes off the cigarette the woman holds, not orange or red. The swirling smoke is thick and sweet-smelling. ]
Can't say I'm making it much cleaner.
[ An odd little crackle of blue light comes off the cigarette the woman holds, not orange or red. The swirling smoke is thick and sweet-smelling. ]
Can't say I'm making it much cleaner.
...Not looking for company.
[ That might be why you're still this alone, naturally. ]
[ That might be why you're still this alone, naturally. ]
December 25, 2024 at 3:50 AM
...Not looking for company.
[ That might be why you're still this alone, naturally. ]
[ That might be why you're still this alone, naturally. ]
;; had to cram it in tonight because i will be busy. All week
December 24, 2024 at 5:42 AM
;; had to cram it in tonight because i will be busy. All week
;; okay. tl spam over. We did it
December 24, 2024 at 5:37 AM
;; okay. tl spam over. We did it
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