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Fuck it here are the trollish swears. This will be my legacy.

“lat fys fynka” = go fuck yourself “lat fyst'il myrksta” = Banish yourself to the Darklands (aka go to hell) “tyk-son” = son of a bitch (translates more literally to bitch’s son) “sok fynka” = for fuck’s sake “pysk'aad“ = damn (or damn it, interchangeably) And, of course, we can’t leave out the canon one. “Bushigal” = Bullshit. (I mean really. Come on.)

Take my gifts and go wild, friends.

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“This thing is so broken it’s not even funny...”

“Hm.”

“You’re right, Dictatious. This fortune teller is broken.”

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If I don’t reply or I take ages to:

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m brain-dead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

All/some of the above

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Small reminder that I have character/roleplay blogs. You can find all of them over at @ultimatefangirl-rpg

The one I've been trying to be most active one is @codename-hellkids and my most popular one @changeling-prinx is likely to come back this week.

Ask boxes are always open on both, as well as all of my rp blogs, for both memes and roleplays.

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//over here too

//Okie dokie. Had a good cry, watched some TikTok and YouTube, and now feeling better.

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//Had plans to come back this week, but mun’s just... out of it...

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“I’ll give you one hint, my friend.”

"Things have really slowed down here, huh?"

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“You just gave me an idea as to how to make things less boring.”

"Things have really slowed down here, huh?"

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“Next time I hear ‘daddy’, somebody is getting stabbed.”

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“Beyond boring.”

"Things have really slowed down here, huh?"

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"Got about 14 posts for each of you fuckers. Enjoy them."

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"And I'm going to throw up now."

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"Things have really slowed down here, huh?"

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Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse's nightmares!

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Come into my inbox on anon and tell me your muses’ opinions about my muse! My muse will try to guess who it is!

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“You’re gonna hate hearing who’s still alive~”

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The Changeling’s Dirge

Do you ever think about how, compared to trolls who when they die they turn to stone, changelings either combust into dust or decay to bones like humans? Do you think it’s one of the many things that would keep a changeling up at night? How, unlike their biological parents, they can’t die the same way as their original species? 

They can’t return to the stones as their troll lineage does.

And so, with these thoughts and questions in mind, here is a song: 

Salt the body, cloth it well Wrap it till the dust can’t tell Who’s remains and who’s ash For our body can’t come back

O mother stone, to you I do not go My mother is an Other now And to Her Court I serve

Friend you are gone to me Like a drop within the sea I hope to hear that you are well Are there secrets you can tell?

O mother stone, to you I do not go My mother is an Other now And to Her Court I serve

Sibling dear, your path ‘s not clear We canst go to the stones, I fear There are forks in the winding path To Our Lady’s Court, make tracks

O mother stone, to you I do not go My mother is an Other now And to Her Court I serve

Should you combust I will carry your dust And dance your memory till my feet bleed   and to nothing you recede  Should you go and decompose With a flourish, I will make flutes from your bones    and sing of your tricks with a chorus  Shigir already knows this

Either way you walk from us, Spirited to the Malachite Throne Our Lady we serve and must Trust Or the Green Knight take us

Our end is not a mountain, we are not even rocks to its base Father you are shapeless, Mother we are a great mess We have names, but are Nameless  Will we hear your whispers in our passing?

Never to return from under the Malachite Throne Siblings, I hope to greet you there  (I hope to meet you there) When our service is laid bare What stories will you have to share?  O Shigir, have a care! 

O mother stone, to you I do not go My mother is an Other now And to Her Court I serve

The Green Knight take us Shigir will greet us To reunite in festivus