#Tryn Rambles

[bychertryntheatyr]

Boar nee, meine Fahrt nach Dresden, zu McBee, zu CF fällt aus. Ich muss also über den Alternativweg nach Hannover und komm dann zwei Stunden später als geplant an. Meeehhhhh....

[averagenderedmanta]

Totally normal about the thought of how I would react if an actor asks me if ive ever kissed in a theatre.

[averagenderedmanta]

im pretty sure thats like one random backyard park that survived the war and is somehow still maintained.??

...people are telling you to visit what now?

[toesuckler]

"oh i just have my songs on shuffle haha" <- what i would say if i didnt like so many fucking genres. fuck man.

[wiresister]

Your thoughts are interesting, and your defaulting to SMS-abbreviations is valid. ...but damn it's hard to read and consider the depths and implications of your thoughts when they're in such a confusing dialect. I figure in a weird way, that means you're handicapped in the way I am, except I use long sentences and big words and I go down rabbitholes and garden paths and nobody has the patience to parse or follow them because of all of that. You're writing in the askii equivalent of chicken scratch handwriting, which is not as bad. Affection to you, sibling.

thnx i think? i get a lot of complaints abt th way i type on here up 2 nd includin ppl callin me ableist nd retarded in the same breath cuz screen readers cant parse it well, as if its thts my fault... -_-

i dnt rly care if ppl can read my posts, like who tf am i tht i need as many ppl as possible 2 b able undrstand my ideological rambling nd shitposting? y shld i care tht some ppl can't undrstand my posts? i dnt xist 2 b comprehensible, im a opinion8d tranny on the internet, im not an influcer or a writer or any kind of leader. im glad tht some ppl get somthing out of my posts but most of the time im jst using tumblr as a place 2 pukr my guts out.

its also funny tht u mention chickenscratch cuz i also hav terrible handwriting. it was constantly criticized in school nd i almost nvr got much bttr cuz th only way 2 b legible is 2 write 3x slowr than evry2 els nd tht created even more problems. i hate writing things by hand now, nd evrytime i hav 2 write somthin down 4 som1 i hav 2 make sure thy can read it cuz i kno it looks bad nd confusing nd its humili8n 4 evry1. i cant evn read my own handwriting sometimes if im reading somthin tht i wrote a while back nd cant remember wat i was tryn 3 say.

i digress, no mattr if im writing by hand, typing, or speaking i struggle 2 convey my thoughts nd ppl will hav trouble parsing me nd will mininterpret me (i actly jst got dumped cuz of this cuz it was a p major miscommunication) so im not gonna tear my skin off so ppl on th internet can swallow my words bttr, take them or leave them.

[bearded-shepherd]

I swear if nother fukin roach,spider,centipede WOT HAV YA crawls their asses up on me agin, imma have to burn te ENTIRE FUKIN HUSE DOWN

[vanityloves]

ahm.... thinking ab 1 man and its medic. everyone else go HOME

[maramahan]

I’m having too much fun chasing this Pokémon vibe

I don’t even know why — there are so many other things I ought to be doing — but for some reason I can’t stop playing with this idea of the Knights of Alinor as Pokémon trainers

[aroundyoubyhyunjin-mp3]

I am truly my mothers child like I come to this niggas house all the time n his stove and microwave are always so dirty and it was driving me insane!!! I woke up this morning n told him we are cleaning!!!! I’ve never felt more like my mom in my life it was kinda scary

[averagenderedmanta]

Preplanning a vacation trip with a friend.

Hey, uhh. Whats your credit card limit? Cause most hotels want one to reserve. Yeah you can pay with your debit. Oh the same as mine? Well... Most, if not all hotels are out of budget then. Yeah. Those are the cheap ones.

[just-one-puppet-blog]

@grunkle4d cont.

Stanford Filbrick Pines, my old pal!

He didn’t even PRETEND to try holding back the wide grin that stood proud on his face as he stared at Ford, watching him back up with the gun. What a reunion, huh? This one’s for the books!

 Increasing distance was being made between them so with a short (not taking away from the pure VOLUME of it, of course), amused laugh he just begun to close it, taking steps toward him, albeit slightly unsteady and stumbly.

Stanford spent thirty LONG years preparing for a moment just like this one. Dimension hopping, spending his every WAKING hour into building the one gun that could take Bill Cipher down, and take him own for good. It was his mission, his quest, and damn he was gonna do it. Buuut... he probably didn’t account that maybe he’d have to stare his nephew in the eyes while doing it, huh? Could he do it? REALLY? Look his nephew-turned-biggest-fan and pull the trigger?

That moral dilemma, to him, was downright hilarious.

“HAH! If you believed those words ya shoulda said them back at the OPERA HOUSE, Sixer!” 

This wasn’t his first time running around as the Pines family’s newest, sweatiest ghost-hunting addition, and you know, Bipper wasn’t feeling too shy about that fact today. ‘’Just another thing to tie in the similarities between him and his favorite author’’ after all! You never really know a guy until you both get tricked by the same demon.

But he was preeetty sure Ford was out of that loop so he felt - snrk - no greater honor than to be the one to reveal it to him.

Rubbing his arm casually as he stared up at him, more than anything to bring attention to the fact that hey Sixer, whether he’s his or not doesn’t matter, he’s already left a mark. SHOWERS of scars, ranging from just a faint prick to digging oh-so deeply through the skin, red and slightly bloodly, scrapes and scratches and bumps and bruises- he’d been running around for at least a hot second here.

There’d been a loud bang early in the day, by the stairs. Dipper jumping up with a confident pleased laugh rubbing his head. Maybe with this context it wasn’t just Dipper tripping.

He narrowed his eyes at him. “Think you can do it, Sixer? Not even lookin at me with the gun- at that wide-eyed eager nephew of yours, and shoot?” He was asking, but Bipper had already decided his answer.

[glasspicious]

tfw someone does something so minor it shouldn't affect me but i didn't get enough sleep and im two days into my period

[cocoswriting]

lee wilbur, ler techno? maybe smth where wilbur’s being chaotic so techno takes him down a peg? you dont have to tho— /gen

Chaotic Mf

Summary; Basically what the ask says; Wilbur was being chaotic/creepy and needed to be taken down a peg. [PLATONIC. DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.]

Warning(s); This is a tickle fic! If you don’t like that kind of stuff, then I recommend you just scroll past.

“You put ecosystems in jars?..”

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded casually, laying upside-down on the couch opposite Techno. He had his legs curled over the back of the couch and his head was dangling off the edge—it was a wonder how he hadn’t gotten uncomfortable enough to shift positions yet. Wilbur seemed to have a strange habit of never sitting correctly when he was in one of his “chaotic” moods, always finding some weird way to rest instead. “I go out and collect mud, rocks, soil, and I put them inside the jar.” he explained, and Techno scrunched up his face both in confusion and mild disgust.

“And... this is a normal thing?” Techno asked disbelievingly, flipping a page in the book he had in his hands, though it wasn’t as if he was paying much attention to the text anymore. Wilbur nodded happily from across the room, grinning as he opened his mouth to continue explaining, only to get cut off by Techno. “Wil, I don’t really care. I’m tryn’ to read right now.”

Wilbur huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting in fake dismay and staring at Techno almost expectantly, even though the piglin was very clearly no longer looking at him. “Well, you should care,” the brunet replied with a sassy tone of voice, sounding akin to an annoyed child. “I swear I’m not the only one who does this! Ranboo does it too, or at least he did...”

“Ranboo did that—?... No, Wilbur, really, just talk about literally anythin’ else. I do not care about your jar ecosystems,” Techno was already used to dealing with Wilbur’s chaotic moods. They’d come in at random times, last a couple hours, and then eventually he’d lose all the excess energy he had and go back to “normal.” So it wasn’t as if he actually expected Wil to stop when he was told to—Techno knew he wouldn’t—but he figured he might as well try to change the topic that Wilbur would ramble on about. Honestly, Techno just wanted to read his book. “Can’t you bother someone else? It isn’t that late, Phil and Tommy are still up.”

Wilbur let out a loud, dramatic sigh followed by a shake of his head and a couple tutting sounds. “You’re no fun,” his tone was playful, indicative of the grin that was on his face, despite his words suggesting otherwise. “But fine! I’ll talk about something else.” Wilbur rolled himself over on the couch, sitting upright and then standing up to make his way over to the man sitting across from him. Techno tore his eyes away from the book and glanced up when he realised Wilbur had approached, raising an eyebrow and glaring half-heartedly at the musician.

“What?” Techno’s voice sounded tired, more tired than usual, but bore no real malice as he impatiently awaited Wilbur’s response.

“Have you ever seen Doctor Who?”

“Oh my god,” Techno looked down and rubbed his temples, dropping the book beside him and running one of his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. He heard Wilbur’s shrill laugh at his reaction, which was shortly followed by the sound of shuffling as he sat down next to the piglin and crossed his legs, seemingly prepping himself to start telling whatever story he wanted to tell Techno about. “Please.”

“I already told Phil about this one,” Wilbur began, biting back another laugh at Techno’s long sigh which came straight after. “So, there are these things called ‘weeping angels—!” Wil was quickly cut off by a rough jab to his side. He managed to force back any verbal reactions he might have given to the sudden electric tingly feeling that spread all throughout his side, but he couldn’t conceal the very obvious flinch and curling of his lips.

“You good?” Techno asked, having removed his hands from his face to shoot his brother a concerned glance. Wilbur felt heat rush to his face, but he couldn’t tell whether he’d paled, or gone red. “Did you...” He shifted closer to the brunet, cocking his head to one side. “You flinched,” The elder stated quite obviously, expression a mixture of curiosity and interest.

“You caught me off-guard,” Wilbur quickly stammered out, a sheepish half-smile spreading over his face. Techno frowned—and it was clear from just that gesture that he wasn’t buying it.

Techno placed one hand on his side and left it there, unmoving. Wilbur didn’t flinch that time, but he wanted to, his flustered state having raised his hypersensitivity to the point where he wanted to squirm even just imagining that Techno might find out. “I was just tryin’ to shut you up, you needa’ tell me what happened or I’ll assume that you’re hurt,” Techno said, beginning to slowly rub two(2) fingers in small circles on Wilbur’s side. The last part of his sentence came off as more of a threat to his brother—he didn’t want to worry Techno, but at the same time, getting found out like this would be so embarrassing.

“I-I’m not—“ Wilbur was cut off by a quiet gasp, but not quiet enough for Techno to let slip. One of Techno’s ears twitched at the sound and he made a gruff huffing noise, now reaching down to tug up the hem of his brother’s sweater, exposing the bottom half of his side. “Hey, I’m not hurt, okAY—!” Techno, being the oblivious bastard he was, began to rub gentle circles on Wilbur’s bare side, which elicited a comical noise sounding like a mix between a squeal and a yelp from the man. As Wil managed to squirm away from the tingles, butterflies erupted in his belly when he thought; there’s no getting out of this now.

Silence filled the room for a couple seconds, the gears turning in Techno’s head before it finally clicked, and he couldn’t help the smug expression that formed on his face when he realised what Wilbur had been trying to hide. “You’re ticklish,” he emphasised the ‘T-word’, causing Wilbur’s face to heat up even more, and the fact that Techno’s hand still remained hovering just ever-so-slightly above his side, was not helping. “How come I didn’t know this before? You keepin’ secrets from me, hm?” Techno shoved both of his hands up Wilbur’s shirt and gently ran his nails up and down his skin, eliciting a few snickers along with squeaks and he tried to muffle his giggles.

Wilbur frantically shook his head ‘no’ and looked down, his hair falling in front of his face and (thankfully) hiding his bright pink cheeks. Tingles and shockwaves of tickly sensations shot up his sides, the feeling only increasing the longer Techno’s fingers lingered in the same spot. “Well— you’re definitely much quieter now,” Techno remarked, and Wilbur opened his mouth to give a sassy response, only for a loud squeak to come out instead as the gliding nails began to gently scratch at each side of his back. He arched forward but shifted backwards, resting his back against the armrest and laying down. Wil had hoped this would quell the sensations at least a little, but it only made them worse, the little scratches becoming rougher as Techno’s fingers got trapped. “This seems like a good way to take you down a peg whenever you’re in one of your ‘chaotic’ moods.”

“N-no—hohahahaa!” As Techno moved his hands up to Wilbur’s ribs, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. High-pitched giggles flooded from Wilbur’s lips as he wriggled and squirmed, throwing his head back as his hands switched between trying to protect the targeted spots and trying to push Techno away. It wasn’t exactly working out for him, and eventually he just curled up, hoping to drown out the tickles somehow. It only got worse once he felt Techno begin to drill his thumbs into the spaces between each of the bones. “NOHO! DOHohon’t dohoho thahahat, plehehehahase!”

As Techno gazed down at the giggling boy, he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t melt at the sight of his bright, carefree smile. “Why not?~” His tone of voice was still deadpan, but it had a sing-songy edge to it this time. If Wilbur had the guts to muster up insults at the time, he would’ve called him every name in the book just as revenge for the horrible teases. “Does it tickle too much? Surely you can’t be that ticklish, right?~” Every time the T-word was mentioned Wilbur felt the pit in his stomach fill with more butterflies, and his blush began to slowly spread out to his neck and ears. “It’s your own fault for bein’ annoyin’.”

“Ihihihi wahahasn’t beheheing ahahannoying!” Wilbur insisted, his giggles slowly increasing as Techno’s fingers danced their way up his ribs, heading for his armpits. But before they could reach the spot, he instinctively slammed his arms down to protect himself, blocking the offending hands just in time. It seemed that Techno took this defensive action as provoking, because his immediate response to that was to sigh disappointedly and start skittering around Wil’s neck and shoulders, causing him to scrunch up like a turtle and begin to wriggle side-to-side in a weak attempt at escaping the tickles. “Nohohoho! Fuhuhuahahack ohohoff— yohohou’re sohoho mehehehehahan!”

“Mean? This isn’t mean,” Wilbur could hardly make out Techno’s words anymore, considering he was much more focused on the shocks of tickles and his own embarrassment. But once he heard those words leave his brother’s lips, he couldn’t help but start squirming even harder on top of squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t process what the words meant in his state—but he’s heard that tone before. And that tone means ‘you fucked up’. “You wanna see mean?” Techno asked rhetorically and Wilbur began frantically shaking his head, letting out giggly little “nononono”s as he tensed, prepping himself for the inevitable attack that would come next.

“AAAHAA!” Wilbur shrieked as he felt Techno’s lips make contact with his tummy, quickly followed by an explosion of tickles as he blew a raspberry, shaking his head during it to make it even worse. Wil bucked, cackled and squealed, only for his hips to get held down and mercilessly drilled into by two(2) of Techno’s fingers. All of his nerves felt like they were on fire, and he felt everything—every last pinch to his hips, every raspberry that was blown, and it was almost too much for him to handle. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t loving it. “NAHAHAHAAA! TEHEHEHAHAHAHA—!”

Even after Techno ceased the raspberries, he still seemed fully intent on being as merciless as possible. He continued to drill right into the dip of Wilbur’s hipbone, using his other hand to rapidly squeeze his tummy, never letting up and never slowing down. Wilbur had completely given up on trying to fight back, his arms were too tired for that now and he knew it was no use, so instead he began using his hands to cover his bright pink face with. “Oh, poor Wilbur,” Techno began, a very obviously feigned sympathetic tone in his voice. “Being tickled is just such a hard job.”

“SHUHUAHAHAT UHUHUHUP!” Wilbur forced out through his hysterics, helplessly rolling his torso back and forth, attempting to focus his attention on literally anything else other than the tickles he was receiving. He couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it—it was unbearable and maddening, he felt like he was being driven up a wall, but at the same time he had to admit that he was having fun. He was soaking up all the attention like a sponge. It didn’t take much longer before his laughter became wheezy and strained, though, and he’d decided he had enough. “O-OHOHOKAHAY! STOHOHAHAHAHAP, THAHAHAHAT’S ENOHOHOHOUGH—!”

Techno listened straight away, ceasing the tickles and backing away as Wilbur curled in on himself, hugging his midsection while trying to rid of the after-tingles that still remained. “You alright?.. was it too much?” Techno asked, reaching over to deliver a couple, comforting pats to Wilbur’s head. He would’ve leaned away if it weren’t for how exhausted he was from all his laughter. “...sorry,”

“N-noho, noho... it,” Wilbur knew he should be careful with his choice of words there. He didn’t want to give away how much he’d actually enjoyed himself, but at the same time, he was well aware he’d likely given that fact away while being tickled. He supposed there was no point in lying—especially if it would risk making Techno worry over nothing. “...wahas nice.”

There was no response for a couple seconds, but then the silence was interrupted by a snort coming from Techno, and Wilbur instantly knew what he would have found amusing. But as Techno gently ran his fingers through his hair, practically soothing Wilbur to sleep, he found he didn’t care as much as he did before.

They should do this again sometime.

[hallowxiu]

Unlikely Competition

pairing: Mammon/gn!mc

word count: 1.5k

summary: You’re not the only one who’s been practicing pick up lines.

a/n: part 9 of the mc isn’t good at pick up lines series. let me know if you have any requests or suggestions :)

part five | part six | part seven | part eight

You’ve been laying off the pick up lines for the last week and a half. Not because you had run out of them, you definitely hadn’t, but your last encounter with Simeon, like Levi’s, was… unsettling, to say the least. You felt like Simeon had told you something that you weren’t supposed to know, and now you didn’t know what to do with that information. These pick up lines were putting you into more hot water than they were worth, and you decided to finally lay the idea to rest. And that’s exactly what you did. However, the universe was not your friend, and if the universe wanted you to do something then it would surely get its way. 

The first time you felt it was in the library. You looked up from the textbook you were reading from to see Satan sending you a weird look from across the library. Before you could even ask him what the matter was, you felt an icy stare on your back, the type that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. However, when you turned around to investigate, you saw no one there. You glanced back at Satan, but the demon only shrugged and went back to his own book. “I don’t want any part of this.” 

The second time it happened was at RAD. You felt the cold glare again when you were in the middle of a conversation with Belphegor and Beelzebub in the cafeteria. The twins were chatting across from you while you picked at the food on your tray. Your eyes widened slightly and you visibly stiffened when feeling attention on you. You quickly spun around in your seat, however, much to your dismay, no one was there. 

“You okay?” You turned back around at Belphie’s question, a sheepish smile on your lips. You probably looked like a basket case. 

“Ah, I thought I heard someone call my name.” You scratched at the back of your neck as you lied. As well as not being observant, you also weren’t a very convincing liar. “I must’ve imagined it.” Belphie looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, though he didn’t press on the topic further when Beel asked for your roll. You were in the middle of handing over your roll when Satan and Leviathan sat on either side of you. You felt your cheeks instinctively redden when glancing over at the third eldest demon. You had to play it cool. “Levi.” Your mind blanked again. “H-Hey.” You choke a little. Nailed it. You turned away from the purple haired demon before he could respond, staring at Satan with a forced smile. “Hey.” The blond looked at you with a raised eyebrow and only shook his head in response. 

The third time it happened was in the middle of dinner. You were listening to Asmodeus and Satan gossip about a student from school when you felt the cold glare settle over you, the sudden feeling causing you to choke on the food you had just put in your mouth. Satan’s hand comes down firmly on your back, the brothers all looking at you with a concerned look. You blinked several times after swallowing the pesky food. 

“What in the Devildom just happened?” Lucifer asked from behind you with his hand gently soothing down your hair.You hadn’t even noticed him getting up from his seat. “Are you alright?”

“It’s really bad for your skin to choke like that. You probably just took a few years off your lifespan.” Asmodeus comments from your right.

“Thanks for the concern.” You breathed out as the tears formed from your choking clung to your lashes. 

“Humans are so fragile.” Beel said to no one in particular while he swiped Levi’s food when he wasn’t paying attention. 

And now you’re here, locked in your room by the orders of Lucifer for nearly dying over dinner. After scolding you for not resting enough, he sent you to your room for the night. With nothing to do, you let your mind drift towards the icy stare you kept feeling for the last several days. You had started to wonder if the stress of finals were finally getting to you, or if you had actually managed to piss off one of the brothers. You couldn’t recall any of the demons acting any different around you, but admittedly you also weren’t the most observant person in the world. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, your eyebrows furrowed together as your mind racked through all the possibilities. 

You sat up slightly when a knock came from the other side of your door. “Come in.” A wide smile tugged at your lips when your favorite white haired demon stepped inside. “Mammon!” You had just started to get out of bed to hug the man, but paused halfway through when seeing the look he was giving you. Ah, so that’s who’s been glaring at me the last week… “Why are you glaring at me like that?” 

“I’m sorry for makin’ ya choke at dinner.”

“Uh… it’s okay..?” Your head tilted to the side while you stared at him with a confused expression. Why was he apologizing if he was still seemingly upset with you? “But why are you glaring--”

“I’m tryna do somethin’, stop starin’ at me because it’s makin’ me nervous!” You felt another smile tug at your lips and you sit yourself back down on your bed. 

“Is that why you’ve been glaring at me all week? You know, that was really creepy at first. I could literally feel your gaze on me, you know.” 

“Yeah, well…” Mammon’s cheeks instinctively reddened as his eyes avoided you and changed his gaze toward the floor. “That’s because I was tryn’ to approach ya!” 

“When have you ever had an issue with approaching me?” 

“Because--!” His eyes widened slightly after nearly giving himself away. “Just… listen.” You shot him a suspicious look but stayed quiet anyway. “Let me tie your shoes.” 

“Uh…” You glanced down at the fuzzy socks you had on. “I’m not wearing--”

“--Because I can’t have ya fallin’ for anyone else.” 

Your eyes widened in realization and you pointed a finger at him. “You’re trying to beat me at my own game that you somehow managed to talk me into in the first place!” You rambled out without taking as much as a breath. 

“S-Shut up! I’m not! But it took me near a damn week to come up with that!” He shouts in his defense, arms crossed across his chest. A week? Well, that’s unexpectedly cute. “A-Anyway,” Mammon awkwardly clears his throat, “I don’t really know much about the human realm, but I know this is a line, I think. Are ya from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.” 

You stared at the demon who’d been practically glaring a hole into the floor the entire conversation, his face redder than it had ever been. “I wish I were cross-eyed so I could see ya twice.” 

“I’m no photographer but I can picture us together.”

“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccible.” 

“Are ya a bank loan? Because you’ve got my interest.”

“Life without ya is like a broken pencil. Pointless.”

“Did you invent the airplane? Because ya seem Wright for me.”

You blinked several times, a blush creeping across your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose. “You came prepared.” You comment dumbly. 

“Did you- did ya like them?” His hands are stuffed into his pockets and for the first time since he came in, his gaze met yours. The focused glare is gone and replaced with a softer expression. “It turns out this shit is harder than it looks.” 

You snorted quietly and tapped the empty spot beside you. “I’ve been trying to tell you that it’s harder than it looks.” A bashful Mammon takes a seat next to you, both of your faces equally as red. “That was really cute, Mammon.” 

“Cute?” He whipped his head in your direction and stared at you with a fallen expression. “Just cute? Ain’t it supposed to woe ya or somethin’?”

“Oh shoot, I’m sorry. Let me- Mammon! I’m so wooed right now! Catch me while I throw myself into your arms!” You shouted dramatically before throwing yourself into a flustered Mammon’s arms. 

“T-This ain’t the time to be jokin’ around!” Pushing yourself off, you get stopped halfway through only for Mammon to pull you closer, his face redder than it was before. “I didn’t say I wanted ya to stop though.” He huffed under his breath. 

“Mammon, you can throw pick up lines my way whenever you want, you know that right? We’re partners in crime, remember? I’d never judge you for that.” You reminded him happily as you nuzzled your face into the side of his neck. “But can I say something?”

You felt him inhale nervously as he glances down at you. “What?”

“Never stare at me like that again or I will come after you.” 

“A-Ah, wait-- ya don’t have to word it like that--”

[leonbastralle]

reunited with bae ;_;

[rimedreamt]

so all of liss’ quotes have been assembled and they are lovely. they do not teach us much we did not already know, more fleshed out a few concepts here and there. so im just going to ramble about them here:

in particularly there are two interesting lines in that she DOES acknowledge at least as/he as some kind of reincarnation of her sister or claims she is a pretender. ("You know I can not abide that, pretender." "You failed in your last life, and you'll fail in this one.") it is possible she is calling her a reincarnation in more the spiritual successor sense or even in a taunting manner to emulate the words of her followers. or maybe she does believe they are reincarnations and then perhaps she is referring to as.he as a pretender queen of the freljord. all in all i think it warrants more thought into and rereading of her lore with such thoughts in mind. given her response line for tryn and some other champions like sej, it actually seems her main issue with the avarosans and the winter’s claw is that they put their own ideals first. "I didn't think your little leader had the heart for aggression." and "A shame you value pride over power." for tryn and sej respectively show that she wants strength and the will to fight to come first. and she sees the avarosa as becoming weak and the winter’s claw as caring more for their pride even when it hampers their strength. 

another thing which seems to make her dislike as/he and sej are that people are calling them reincarnations of people she actually very much loves. she has constructed a religion around them that even the frostguard themselves carry statues of the other sisters around their necks and prays to them. heck THREE of her death lines are calling out to either one or both of them -- that’s over half where she actually speaks -- and the rest are about the watchers probably escaping and she dies knowing she failed to stop them and the world is doomed now. but i think she dislikes that they get likened to her sisters because they are lesser than her sisters, do not hold the same level of power and of ambition and of drive. it is these things which remind her of her sisters but they are pale imitations that people are calling her sisters. "But is your ambition worth dying for?" "You have never had to endure real pain, Seju.ani."

moving on from the war mothers, ani.via actually gets a bit through here. we are told in lore the last time she died it was to burry the balestriders in the true ice of her corpse and that she has hatched again only recently. now we have been somewhat recently been given information on the balestriders in that they were twisted by the powers of the watchers into the service of the three and in the end they served liss and then just the watchers when she in turn turned on them. now from various quotes and the cards and the lore we know ani.via and the balestriders have reawoken at roughly the same time and we also know the true ice holding the watchers is melting. we also know that there isn’t enough true ice in the iceborn to sacrifice and synthesis to make a new barrier. so if you are catching my drift the line liss says  "Only by my hand." and "Then I shall put you to sleep again." in regards to ani.via claiming she has awakened, might suggest she intends to use ani.via’s corpse to reinforce the ice barrier as she created/is made of true ice to begin with. it is THAT or she wants to try and re-control the balestriders and doesn’t want ani.via to stop her. or both, she is a women of many back up plans.

and that flows on nicely to some interesting lines with LB. essentially they’re exceedingly powerful, manipulative women who are actually playing all the cards for their factions behind the scenes. i honestly love them both for that. nothing more really other than that it seems liss can somewhat recognise LB for who she really is and they acknowledge each others sides. also interestingly she has some amount of respect for prince jarv of demacia which is not something i expected to ever see but it seems she recognises his self sacrificing nature though does not appreciate that the only stories of her in demacia are those about the ice witch and not in her mind fully factual. 

and lastly, the draklorn are super devoted to liss. like we already knew this, we knew that they could not take blood oaths to others forth they already have an oath to her which means they can’t be the freljords version of married as they are already bound to her. which i admittedly used as a joke that riot was saying liss had an army of husbands and wives. cause really that's actually what most war mothers kinda have but given they apparently now say stuff like "All will fear and love our Dark Lady." i think riot is trying to agree with me. not that i mind, not one bit. this image doesn’t really help either. but back to more serious topics, their devotion is deeply ingrained and fanatical and they have no qualms with committing terrible acts or being horrifically cruel cause they see it the evil means to a good end. they are extensions of liss, perfectly loyal. and liss loves it when they call her "The Lady of Ice and Darkness." ( "I do so love when my people call me that." )