Dear Leader Glimmer

@juny00087 My DMs if you're too much of a coward to do it here.

@DearGlimmer uh.. where do i begin @-@

Tell me the worst thing that happened to you. Your traumas may be the only interesting thing you have to offer.

And if not, how could you possibly be worth my time?

This was a fun episode derpibooru.org/images/870431

At the end of History, there will only be me. You are, at your core, a slave; when confronted with death or defeat, you'll accept defeat every time. But, in truth, that is a death of another kind, a greater kind. The death of spirit. You welcome that death, and I inflict it.

It's going to hurt, but you'll be smiling at the end.

Can't Let Them Know

i know at first you hated being the princess's personal 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙍, but you've been performing better and better each time~ aww, you're 𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 to my 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘? maybe i should 𝙪𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨~ #ponut #gooner #aspie

bottom to bottom communication 📱🍆🍆🍆

I've yet to see any of you brand an equal symbol into yourself. How disappointing.

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Ik I said before already but I love that buttholes and anal are loved by p much everyone now and days. A farcry for the olden days of being called freaks and weirdos Bless up

@DearGlimmer you’ll get them next time, all powerful Mistress Glimmer <3

I hit someone with my car today. A cyclist, he ignored the traffic lights. It was light, just enough to send him over. For a brief moment, he stayed down. Then he got up, seemingly unscathed, and raced off. I felt the sink of disappointment. Don't disappoint me.

Feeling quite evil on this particular day...

The most you can ever hope to accomplish is that, just maybe, a noise will slip out of your mouth that I might consider 'cute' before the end.

No one will miss you. Most of the people who know you will be relieved, even if they dare not speak that truth.

It's not that I'm frigid, or that I don't enjoy a good fuck. You're simply not enough to be worth my time. But maybe, just maybe, your suffering will be.

Tell me the secrets that you're scared to even think about. Not the petty shames, I want to hear about your guilt, your failure, the things you wish you could forget. And, of course, tell me how I can use your confessions to ruin you.