knighteclipsed

[knighteclipsed]

valter mun being silly and changing things :larachel_teehee::sparkles:

which is my silly little way of saying i'm updating valter's age haha. (and by consequence also selena's but by significantly less). deets under the readmore.

tl;dr is that i've thinking about it recently and as i grew more acquainted with "yeah he's 28 now innit" (he was 26 on arrival) my brain went "but what if older tho.?"

so after enough wobbling about, here's the updated numbers (reflected on his muse page):

birth year: 778 -> 773 (Magvel calendar) year of enlistment: 796 -> 791 (i.e. no change in age of enlistment, 18) moonstone status attained: 20 -> 23 years old cursed lance moment: 22 -> 26 years old (net increase of 1 year) exiled: 23 -> 27 years old (exile +1 year in length; returned at 30) death(?)/joining TOA: 26 -> 31 years old current age: 28 -> 33 years old

as you can tell, he was low-key fucked before. (he still is just slightly less now.)

33 just felt like a good number idk don't ask why i picked it (i modified the years after the fact X9c)

also, selena's updated numbers (also on her muse page):

birth year: 781 -> 780 (Magvel calendar) enlistment: 800 -> 799 (i.e. no change; to overlap a year with valter's tenure in the Imperial Three) death/joining TOA: 23 -> 24 years old current age: 24 -> 25 years old

it's literally just a year, but yeah. anyways. would put that extra year into the time spent before she became the Fluorspar as well.

oh yeah, i don't intend to change how i've been rp'ing either of them as a result of this change! however, if adding some sums to those numbers changes anything for you dearest muns of the toa community, feel no shame in reaching out and letting me know--i'm more than happy to accommodate!

ok kano eepy eepy out:sungals::sparkles:

#[ ‘by my cursed lance!’ ] (ooc) #// hosting this on valter's page since he's the og (and also the one chiefly affected by this) #// considered leaving him at 28 bc duessel being exactly twice his age was really funny to me #// alas. alas. :pensiveorange: #// if i change selena's age again later no i don't X9c #// also if i fucked up writing these numbers. just look at their respective muse pages those are accurate i can prommy that :crunchy: #// (day later note:) GWAHAHAHAHAHAH I DID FUCK THEM UP LMAO #// don't do your numbers when ur super eepy eepy chat :crunchy: #// idk where tf i got 801 as the start of the war from but ANYWAYS #// tyty susanne for pointing it out gwahahahahah #// probably would've caught it eventually on my own. #// but NOT SOON!!!!!! so ty muchly :heart_hands::sparkling_heart:

[knighteclipsed]

“ Mhm. ” The Moonstone couldn’t say he was completely convinced—nevermind that tacking on an insult scarcely improved her point; but then again, he would’ve done the same, had he been in her position with the same confidence in himself. A half-amused scoff.

He considers, genuinely, responding to her retorts—but decides against it; just as he considers genuinely letting her stomp on his foot (as a test of strength, that perhaps she may be stronger than she appeared), but: he decides against it. He withdraws at the last moment.

“ I beg your pardon? ”—and here, he snorts: an amused sort of almost-laugh trying to determine just what exactly she was implying. “ I won’t deny that I’ve been sneaking around—that is, after all, what I do best on missions—but you must think pretty highly of yourself if you think you can stop me. ” (Not just from that, but anything at all…)

Because he wasn’t the average citizen—he was hardly even the average Knight of Seiros. (He was the Moonstone of Grado; of the Imperial Three and then the Six Generals; the man who cheated death upon sandy dunes; who forced his way into the knights by sheer strength alone.)

Any individual searching to learn—even from the best (read: from Valter)—would struggle to hold the dimmest candle to his glorious blaze; and that included the flickers of the Officers Academy. To the Moonstone, there is nothing that can compare.

And, to be frank, it was not even just that she was a student—she was a child as well; of children, those known to be utterly helpless when left alone. Any of the two categories—but especially the intersection—would need a miracle to actually pose a threat to Valter.

“ But you think I’m opposed to completing this mission… ” (An arrogant huff.) “ Hah. ”

And without voicing any further explanation, the Moonstone walks away.

tell the crows

“ A strange commission has arrived at the Officers Academy: … ” | Mission Board: Recovery | No Skill Point

#[ ‘my blade will not falter!’ ] (threads) #[ thread: 'tell the crows' ] #[ support: lysithea ] #[ tomestudyholic ] #// for some reason this thread hates giving me my tags :dusted: #// anyways the dice roll (d100) i made dm roll for me was to determine whether or not valter would actually let lysithea STOMP #// 51 or higher would be yes. 50 or below would be no. extreme numbers show higher conviction. #// 46 is pretty middling but still in the lower half so sorry bout that lysi :crunchy: #// on the plus side he thinks you're funny!! in the impolite way. but still. #// valter vc who is this sassy lost child and where are her parents :face_with_raised_eyebrow::question: #// also i didn't mention it ooc but valter does actually intend to complete the mission lmao #// he just thinks that doing smth at night is pointless lol #// anyways run them tomes lysi valter happens to know dark magic too >:] #// (ooc note that if you do want them to actually fight i'm open to planning that in dms nfjdkngjks #// final tag where i remember lysi is a golden deer (aka a member of valter's opp house

[knighteclipsed]

“ You talk as though I’m here with malicious intent. ” (Because he most certainly was, but that wasn't the point.) “ Is it so difficult for you to believe that I’m simply here to lend a hand? I am a knight of Seiros after all. ”

(It is pointless, he knows, to feign a mock innocence; the Moonstone does so all the same.)

Though he stands his ground when the Dog bumps into him—in another circumstance, he might’ve withdrawn further, but here there is the value of appearances over his own inclinations: he could suffer to share the same space as him a moment if it meant not backing down after just previously mocking the other. (One foot steps back to solidify his position, but nothing more.)

A woman with some magical implementation and an axe. (Of course, there was no guarantee the magic was her own doing—the Battle of the Eagle and Lion was a battle of sides, not individuals. It could very well have been an ally who set her up before she followed through.)

“ No one is impressed by the besting of a child, ” he remarks aloud, eyes cast aside as if it were a casual chat. (Did that then make magic a weakness of his? It was rather common in physical fighters after all.) “ I imagine that, in that regard, your defeat was nothing for them to be proud of. ”

(If that was the case, then it was good of Valter to have fashioned magic as his own.)

“ Similarly, ” he continues, resuming eye contact, “ if I bested a child and then was brought here by an adult, that would be nothing to speak of either. ” (And certainly, he would be in a far more sour mood.) “ But I can’t blame you for not thinking that wholly through. ” (A light shrug, a smile, making play at something clearly obvious.) “ That’s not really your strong suit, is it? ”

(And, of course, on the whole while, Valter is on guard; the Mad Dog may be injured, but so too is he.)

Though the ocean’s tides can calm—they can be stilled for a moment, withdrawn from the shore—it is nature’s law that the waters will eventually rise again. It is natural, it is persistent, and it is only a fact of the world; the Moonstone had been felled, but it isn’t long before he rises again.

And he does so with a purpose—by chance, upon entry, he had found reason to believe that the Mad Dog had arrived before him (though, he hadn’t an opportunity to confirm—injured and whatnot). Valter stayed put, of course—he knew the nature of injury—but as soon as he was able:

“ So it is you. ”

The corners of his lips upturn, a mocking thing as it realizes the situation. “ I thought I’d seen a pathetic fool when I first entered—I hadn’t expected to have that hunch confirmed. ”

He’d fought for the Deer, Valter recalls (or rather: he reasons, based off of all the propagandizing). The Moonstone had elected to join the Lions in part because of that—because in what world would he choose to fight alongside him?—but it was also relevant because that was the house that Valter had pitted his vengeance against. His track record across mock battles was imperfect, marred only by the Deer he had fought; the Mad Dog was simply another nuisance that had gathered itself under that banner.

Assuming the other’s allegiance wasn’t temporary. (It didn’t really matter in truth.)

“ So who defeated you, hm? ” (A moment: eyes widen as though curious.) “ I’d like to bet it was a child, wasn’t it? ”

Coming to in a med tent was never a fantastic experience, but it really couldn't get any worse after seeing Valter make his way over with that smarmy look on his face. He wasn't about to take whatever bullshit this guy had to spout while laying down, so he quickly rose to his feet with barely restrained irritation.

"Damn, guess there's no safeguarding against every disease out here if they let you in, huh?"

He could tell the bastard was here to gloat, even though it was obvious he hadn't just stepped in here to check up on anyone out of the kindness of his heart.

Ha, heart. Yeah, right.

"You fuckin' wish--" Linus bit out, not hesitating to get up into the other man's space and bump him back a bit. "Nah, some woman with red hair and snark out the ass. Just remember a flash of light and then her fuckin' axe layin' me out." Still annoyed him, because it stank of magic being used as a distraction to get the upper hand, but he was out of it and there was nothing he could do about it.

Even if he was still raring to go and capable of carrying on the fight, that's not how this worked. Unfortunately.

"'Nd what about you, asshole? Guessin' you bullied some poor kid if you're swaggerin' 'round the medical tents like you're hot shit."

#[ ‘my blade will not falter!’ ] (threads) #[ thread: linus mini 02. ] #[ support: linus ] #[ justicefanged ] #// if these two actually start a fight in the medtents. #// anyways hi havoc here is a gift for you!!!!! #// hoping this makes your day brighter!!!!!!!!! #// (and linus' worse /lh)

[knighteclipsed]

He had expected a no.

The other draws his hands behind his back—no doubt, to seem stronger than he truly was—and then further steps back. (It is perfectly as Valter expected: that the other possessed only such weakness.)

“ You may live on in fear then, ” he remarks absent-mindedly. “ My work here is done all the same. ”

That is, Valter had only just learned of this fear of Kurthnaga’s—for it to be cured so soon would only be a waste, so he muses. It’d be better for it to persist, to only plague him further in the moons (the years) to come. The Moonstone smiles, satisfied.

“ I’ll be on to the next one then, ” he continues, not waiting for the other’s response. He could leverage threats to make the other come along, but he was feeling particularly kind today. The ballista is locked down, safeties reset so as to avoid an accidental activation. “ You’re free to do whatever you please. Go home, even, if it so suits you. ”

Stepping up to the edge of the hill, he casts one final glance over the expanse of the battlefield—

(In just a moon’s time, there would be a play at war here.)

—and then he vanishes over the edge, eager to continue in his work.

—[End.]

you know, fliers are weak to arrows.

#[ ‘i’ll let you live…’ ] (closers) #[ thread: 'fliers are weak to arrows.' ] #[ support: kurthnaga ] #[ goldoanheart ] #// valter vc lmao bye. #// i left this open in case you wanted to add on your own closer #// but if not lmk!! i'll go ahead and mark it as officially done gwahaha #// oh little kurfy....... #// thank you kindly for the thread :heart_hands: :sparkling_heart:

[knighteclipsed]

6. A turning point in their life

memories. (no longer accepting)

Two years to the day.

He doesn’t know why he’s keeping track. (Really, he shouldn’t.) Each day that passed was a reminder—of what he had and what he lost, his zenith and his descent. It could only be a bitter thought, but he counts all the same.

Where was he now anyway? (He hadn’t wondered that for a while.) That didn’t really matter either—so long as it wasn’t Grado, he would bear no consequence. (So long as it wasn’t Grado, he was far away from home.) He never dwelt anywhere for more than a week anyway; it was very possible that he was as far as Frelia now, or even Carcino; or perhaps he’d already wandered south again, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up with another charge.

What difference would that make? He already had a running list of all that he’d done wrong—faces that would vaguely recognize him as the ex-general of the Grado Empire–

“Excuse me, sir.”

He doesn’t react at first, merely taking the words to be part of the din of the marketplace. It was hardly unheard of for salespeople and merchants to call for the attention of passersby; even before joining the army, he knew to ignore them for peace of mind.

“Sir?”

It was with the voice directly at his side—not some vague call for any but directly for him—that Valter at last turned his gaze; and there is something distantly familiar about the face he sees, the way it’s shaped and the features it bears. They have never met before, he knows, but there is a light familiarity to it all the same.

“ Yes? ”

Recognizing he has his attention, the man clears his throat and then continues:

“Might you be Valter Avci? Of the Empire of Grado?”

The Mo– Valter’s eyes narrow. (He does not share his last name so easily.) The other man stands a bit straighter in response, clearly unnerved by the hunter’s gaze.

“I was asked by His Majesty to deliver this to you,” and he produces an envelope, neatly closed, the wax seal of the emperor holding it shut. Valter takes it, looks at it closely, and then accepts it—

This is real.

“ Did he send a message alongside it? ”

“No, sir. Just the letter.”

The marketplace is too loud—too open—for such a thing. Already, it was remarkable that he might be addressed here—but given the casual nature of their encounter, the way both of them seem completely belonging to the space, Valter could not fault the method. (He would be untraceable otherwise.)

The letter is done away with, stored safely for a quieter place in which it could be read.

“ If that is all, I have no questions. You are free to return. ” The messenger nods, understanding, before disappearing into the crowd. Valter’s inner thoughts resume:

A message from the crown, hm? (A dark part of him wonders if it is to lighten exile into execution.)

But that is put off until nightfall, when Valter opens the letter at last. It is in silence and seclusion, with no chance of being overheard—and with the contents therein, that could only be for the best. (It must be dire, he thinks, if his services were so desired.)

It was a game, of course, as to whether the letter’s contents could be trusted—if so, then this could only be the start of his true zenith; if not, then to abide would be marching to his grave.

But what was another slight? (It was better than waiting for nothing to happen, to live each day without purpose, merely awaiting an end.) His identity is unknown here, and he would not let it be discovered.

The letter is burned—but only after its contents are charred into his memory. To make certain every stroke of ink was permanently ingrained into his memory, such that he could recite it at will if necessary, could discern it from a fake or copy. No thief or spy would know he was pardoned, but he—and the emperor, as it stood at present—would.

This was a turning point—he was certain. (It could only be.) A part of him grows brighter, a searing flame, a reflection of the sun.

And the world would burn.

#[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #[ ‘i will rise to glory once more.’ ] (drabbles) #// kept the contents of the letter vague bc i'm feeling lazy about dm'ing folks for specifics #// also i wrote this at 2 in the morning lmao #// was originally just gonna make it a standalone drabble #// but then i saw an empty google doc for this prompt and decided #// 'yea let's clear a bit of my inbox' :joy: #// ty tches for sending this a million years ago LMAO #// good prompt good prompt :softsmile: #// i hope this meme makes the rounds again after this /lh

[knighteclipsed]

It is all of Valter’s might to stifle another laugh.

Just that, so the boy claims, was too much for him? (Pitiful.) Even rookie soldiers could witness such power and stay standing—even realize the grandeur standing before them. It was the ability to tear through whatever was desired, to annihilate the enemy wholly, to put the mind at ease by a cleanly secured victory.

(After all, the ballista was on their side.)

“ You were considering joining me before that then? ” It was an odd quirk in the other’s speech—as if to imply that, had Valter been a more amicable individual, Kurthnaga would’ve returned for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. “ I’m flattered, ” he smiles, though it is the unsettling kind that he always fashions. “ I hadn’t realized you were already such a fan of mine. ”

No doubt, Kurthnaga was not, but that wasn’t the point here, was it? (And besides, he was fun to make fun of! Just one one-on-one and he could already predict him with ease…)

“ Either way, the ballista seems to be working just fine, ” the Moonstone muses. It could turn on all axes, all parts were in working order—any class or knight seeking to make use of it would do just fine, and it hardly took more than a few hours of his day.

(Oh, he would love to fire again, were it not a waste of the ballista’s lifetime.) Eyes return to Kurthnaga, a crooked smile on his lips:

“ Now then, would you like to fire it for yourself? ”

you know, fliers are weak to arrows.

#[ ‘my blade will not falter!’ ] (threads) #[ thread: 'fliers are weak to arrows.' ] #[ support: kurthnaga ] #[ goldoanheart ] #// was gonna reply to dollhouse but my brain was empty :larachel_teehee::sparkles:

[knighteclipsed]

“ In what world does it make sense for a child to escort an adult? ”

He listens to her spiel—words laden with assumptions about his intentions and the situation—and where he might’ve bitten back if it was someone his own age, he can only be amused by just how hard she was trying. (She was like a puppy, barking for attention when in truth, she was insignificant.)

“ On the topic of being guests and respecting authority, ” the Moonstone muses aloud, “ I imagine the duke wouldn’t appreciate us sneaking around in the dark, hm? ” A casual observation, seeking only to quietly poke holes in her complaints. “ And whatever is going on with that heirloom, it remains guarded by him through all the hours of the night—I have already confirmed as much. ”

(It was in late night wanderings such as this where he could glean information; to determine the capabilities of his foes and learn of their secrets unseen by the sun.)

Stretching his arms upwards so as to feign fatigue (or rather, that it held him—the Moonstone did not rest easy), he continues: “ The best that can be done would require daylight hours, or, ”—(here, his voice falls to a whisper)—“ perhaps you would like to meet the beast now? It doesn’t take kindly to visitors. ”

A few moments pass where he does not say anything—does not even consider it. He just stands there, silently, listening to the ambience of the hallway. (Ignoring whatever may be being said to him.)

“ I’m going to sleep, ” he lies, but for what it was worth, it may as well have been true. (His intentions were the same as sleeping in essence, and that was what mattered, wasn’t it?) Stepping further from the duke’s room and towards the guests’ quarters, he continues: “ You are free to do as you wish. ” With a smile:

“ You have been warned. ”

tell the crows

“ A strange commission has arrived at the Officers Academy: … ” | Mission Board: Recovery | No Skill Point

#[ ‘my blade will not falter!’ ] (threads) #[ thread: 'tell the crows' ] #[ support: lysithea ] #[ tomestudyholic ] #// haha. lol. lmao even. #// GO OFF ON HIM LYSI!!!!!!!! #// he isn't gonna listen to you tho soz :smiling_face_with_tear: #// also in case it wasn't clear valter deliberately ignored roughly half the things she said :crunchy: #// go baller. go crazy. woohoo!!!!!!

[knighteclipsed]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

#[ ‘to ask such a thing of me…’ ] (memes) #// fuck him up chat

[knighteclipsed]

🌑

The day wanes to a close, the foul feline vanishing into the night. The window in the quarters are shut, allowing for a quiet return to form.

Well, good that some vengeance was enacted quietly.

(Come morning, the rest could be done properly.)

#TOAaprilfools #// thank you to everyone who sent asks/interacted with cat!valter in some way!! #// i had a good time nfdjsnfskd #// happy april fools!!!!!!!

[knighteclipsed]

🌙 a small secluded space, here no one will bother the lizard and he can enjoy his well earn jerky that a professor and student had given him-

wait…

The lizard does a stance, jerky in mouth>:{

my territory, lizard. screw off.

#TOAaprilfools #[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #[ support: dheginsea ] #[ old-scalebag ]

[knighteclipsed]

🌙 :o !!!!! (she’s beaming very big while swishing a stalk of wild grass for him to chase magnificently hunt and kill)

hm. hm. something about this,,,,,,, thing seems as though it were a taunt of some sort.

hm. hm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

there is no need to let it live. SWAT SWAT SWAT!!!!!!

#[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #TOAaprilfools #[ support: maria ] #[ princessmacedon ] #// this mental image is very cheesing to me :softsmile:

[knighteclipsed]

🌙 'But I am simply marvellous at handling furred four-legged creatures! See how they flock to my maidenly charm - come hither sweet kitty!'

He stops, looking around to see if there are others besides himself.

(Note: There are none.)

(Another note: He has an idea.)

(cw: injury)

cats can be pretty evil ngl

#[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #TOAaprilfools #[ support: l'arachel ] #[ aglaean ] #// HASHDNASHJDNASHJD L'ARACHEL IN MY APRIL FOOLS INBOX

[knighteclipsed]

FIRST THEY HATE ME FOR MY SWAG. THEN THEY HATE ME FOR MY DRIP. NOW THIS WYVERN HATES ME FOR NO REASON. THIS IS WHY I COMMIT WAR CRIMES.

meow meow meow

RRRAAAAAAWWWWWR

(oh dear she is chasing you now. Your vibes are rancid)

#TOAaprilfools #[ support: barbie ] #[ maligknightsclaws ]

[knighteclipsed]

🌙 i want to send you to the shelter.

duessel. duessel you can't be serious.

DUESSEL PLEASE.

#TOAaprilfools #[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #[ support: duessel ] #[ obsidiendo ] #// busted out the drawing program for this :P

[knighteclipsed]

catch me if you can human

does this contain the souls of the innocents?

no?

     Ġ̸͎̎Ë̶̝̪͈̺́͆͋Ť̷̘̜̔̾͌̓͠͝͝ O̴̲͓̬̫̰͍͖̝̞͚̍̇̿̔̓̓̕͝U̷̖͎̙̞̳̱͙̝̓̿̀̀̓̈́̏͘T̸̢̥̥̥͇͗͌͗̉͋̆

#TOAaprilfools #[ support: ewan ] #[ optimismxmagicism ]

[knighteclipsed]

no no it contains the souls of the innocents. i've had them before they're very tasty.

(or as lyon would hear:

meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

does this contain the souls of the innocents?

no?

     Ġ̸͎̎Ë̶̝̪͈̺́͆͋Ť̷̘̜̔̾͌̓͠͝͝ O̴̲͓̬̫̰͍͖̝̞͚̍̇̿̔̓̓̕͝U̷̖͎̙̞̳̱͙̝̓̿̀̀̓̈́̏͘T̸̢̥̥̥͇͗͌͗̉͋̆

#toaaprilfools #[ support: ewan ] #[ optimismxmagicism ] #[ support: lyon ] #[ sacretic ] #// even if it's april fools i'm tagging this it's too funny

[knighteclipsed]

🌙 pspspspspssssspspsps pssss pspspspssp pssssspspspspspss

what is this foul whispering. this dark message. this evil inclination.

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valter cat approves of this. you may pet if you like.

#[ ‘i will do as i please.’ ] (asks) #TOAaprilfools #[ support: owain ] #[ fellpurpose ] #// omg........... fellPURRpose...................