Ianthe Tridentarius I Mean Naberius I Mean The Saint Of Canned Butter

Ianthe Tridentarius I mean Naberius I mean the saint of Canned Butter

How to incorporate the Mercymorn aesthetic into your daily life

wear a labcoat 👩‍🔬

say "Hiss" out loud 😤

drink water from a beaker 😃

assume everyone around you is an incompetent child 👶

wear your hair in a bun! 👵🏼

form intense homoerotic bonds with women who cannot return your affections 👭

dye your hair pink 💗👩‍🦰

be better than everyone else at your job 💯

plot to kill God 💣

ianthe-as-dominant-twin this, coronabeth-as-dominant-twin that. here's the real answer: it's push and pull. it's give and take. they're partners in crime, they're a one-sided obsession, they're a codependent clusterfuck. they take turns manipulating and belittling each other. coronabeth is the spoon flashed in front of your face so you don't see ianthe's hand in your pocket and they both think they're the brains of the operation. and they both think the other is so stupid and would be lost without them. and they're both right.

freaks

L + Ratio + I hate you all ✨ I have hated you for millennia…except you, my lord 🥺 I merely want to put you in a jail 🪨 and fill up the jail with acid once for every time you made a frivolous remark 😠 or ate peanuts in a Cohort Admiralty meeting 🥜 or said, ‘What would I know, I’m only God 🤡’ Then, at the end of a thousand years, you would say, ‘♥Mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things, because I hated the acid you put on me 🫠’ And I would say, ‘That is why I did it, Lord 🙏 I did it for you 😍 and for your empire 👑’ I often think about this 💀