“To change one’s flesh/to free one’s mind/to find the shape/leave truth behind” -Truths of the Inherited Flesh IX Sometimes, with the right secrets and the right techniques, you can twist the flesh like clay and form new shapes from it. Do so. Become amalgamated. (776)
The slavering starved of the five-pointed house of bones... Thinking about the five-cornered men from the Fallen London ‘Upwards’ premium story. (775)
“Speaker Khragharkz is the main liason from the troll clans of the Absynian Republic’s interior to the Night Guild of Absardra.” Some kinda troll lady diplomat person? (773)
Some kind of sockworm, perhaps. Winding and wiggling... (771)
“You don’t remember their face. You don’t remember their face. You don’t remember their face.” Someone obscure. Someone shifting? Something... (770)
“‘Archon’ means ‘ruler’. ‘Angel’ means ‘messenger’. Both are just words, incapable of capturing their full beauty.” Shapes and space and power. (769)
A happy birthday for @ProfLizzard , mightiest of walruses. Walrii? Walrodes... (767)
“So, ye’re the ones’wh’ve been sneakin’ through the upper boroughs? Dinnae look like much, tae be honest.” Oh no. Some kinda Smug Lady vampire(?). (766)
“It’s for you.” A ringing in your ears. (765)
“You are dark inside.” Oh hey, it’s that spooky version of myself that may or may not symbolically hint at problems I think I have.
