Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's 3 years of constant hormone therapy, 4 years of voice training, 12 sessions of facial hair removal, bottom surgery by the best surgeon in the country,
Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's 3 years of constant hormone therapy, 4 years of voice training, 12 sessions of facial hair removal, bottom surgery by the best surgeon in the country,
It used to be that in this land you could walk into your local apothecary, descend down the spiral stairway in the back to the underground apothecary, walk out the inverse front door of the underground apothecary, walk around the back of the underground apothecary and find some sort of unusually handsome and colorful jester-magician or weird flesh creature with a chorus of stolen voices living inside/next to a metal dumpster or cage who would sell you glass jars that contain floating ghostly motes of ethereal purple flame for a cheap cheap price. Nowadays you'll be lucky if you can even find 3 jars of ethereal GREEN flame for less than 2.50$ inside the normal underground apothecary. ugh. what happened to this country i stg :\
Hey, I know you meant this rhetorically but I'm majoring in paraeconomics and I actually have a great explanation why this is! Basically, the ghost motes you used to get in the beneath were harvested from the shadows of inverted souls (soul-beings that are the mirror opposites of ones in limbo, that exist like parasites in the shadow realm) by fae fleshlings and lesser magekind of the grey realms, but after the 1097145th angelic decree, they closed off the cosmic immateria portals from faefolk and lesser arcane arts in preparation for the 99th A-D war, which resulted in millions of demonic casualties that littered the barrier and cosmic immateria realms to an extreme degree. The angelic order saw this itself as an existential threat to universal order so they formally recruited the merchant clans of the grey realms temporarily to aid in the cleanup effort, which is why green motes flooded the market - they're made from incineration and purification of infernal hellfire and demonic organic residues (most likely), and are tenuously deemed safe for consumer use. But after a short period the angelic order ended their contract with the merchant realms and they dumped their entire stock at once, aiming to get an edge on the universal market. Instead this has resulted in a shortage in stock of motes and increased prices, as well as the dishevelment of independent faeling and magekind outfits. It's really quite tragic how drastically war can disrupt the richness of the ethereal oddities economy.
[Video description: a normal apartment kitchen. Someone in the full costume of a Krampus, or possibly Perchten, enters: a frightening creature with goat horns, long teeth, eyes that actually glow, skulls and bells around their waist, shaggy dark hair, the works. They sing, in a surprisingly lovely feminine voice, a verse from ‘What’s going on’, as they sashay over to the kitchen fridge and grab a beer:
“So I wake up in the morning I’ve been crying all night and I go to the fridge, grab a beer from inside, and I scream... at the top of my lungs”
The next line of the song would normally be the well-known chorus “And I said HEY yay yaay yeah, Hey yay yayyy”
but instead they take a pause, and actually do scream at the top of their lungs, in a terrifying demonic screech.]
