

Cronus Ampora
@aeneasCaldarium
just another highblood looking for lovwe in all the vwrong places ;) 6'0" and single. dms open ask me things: https://forms.gle/oJue9x88Q6N7nQV19 ((Pfp by @twiceAnnihilated))

anyone vwant an unsolicited dick pic? #nsfwv

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people nevwer consider just howv much of a product of beforus i am. maybe evwen alternia in some roundabout timey vwimey vway. they just vwant to call me a bad person because im sensitivwe and havwe a fat ass and compliment vwomen evwen vwhen theyd really rather i didnt. if anything, youre the bad guy for not taking all that into account.

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you realize, of course, this means vwar @gadabouttrickster

> the recording begins aimed at a slightly dingy looking couch. there are a fewv empty cans of beer on the coffee table in front of it and a pin-up poster of her imperious condescension sitting on a cake behind it. after a fewv moments theres a blue flash and the poster is replaced vwith one of a seal hanging off the side of an iceberg vwith its flippers: hang in there! silence. nothing. > a minute later theres the sound of a car pulling up. then the sound of a door opening. cronus is patting his pockets as he steps into frame. "vwhere is it, vwhere is it..?" he pauses as he suddenly realizes the change in poster. "vwh- my mint condition first edition condy cake number 7 fivwe by eight glossy! vwhat happened-" he turns to face a vwall off-screen and gasps dramatically. "muckrake all secrets revwealed: no kitten around, not you too-" and again. "hilda flour panties? no, no no no..." > he stumbles out of vwiewv, face pale. a ripping sound can be heard before he ambles back into frame. its hard to make out exactly, but hes holding a t.h.i.n.k. poster. "vwhat did they do vwith you..." he drops the poster and it flutters dowvn to the ground. cronus starts jogging around his livwing room, ripping poster after poster off his vwalls, and piling them on the couch. thirty years from nowv it vwont matter vwhat shoes you vwore. hang in there! smile! livwe laugh lovwe. enjoy the little things. hang in there! hang in there! hang in there! > by time hes givwen up, cronus is panting, hunched ovwer, hands on his knees. "shit, no time for this, shes vwaiting on me..!" he runs out of vwiewv; the sound of him stomping up the stairs echoes dowvn. silence. silence. silence. a scream. the sound of someone half-falling dowvn the stairs. cronus careens into vwiewv, holding a can of axe body spray, and absolutely covwered in silly string of all colors. he holds the can up, vwinces, tries once more to spray himself- and earns another splattering of multi-colored mess for his trouble. he yelps and throwvs the can avway to thunk against the vwall. > cronus takes a deep breath as he plops dowvn on the couch, crushing all the posters underneath his ass. "damn it, this dont evwen smell like axe..." he leans tovwards the end table beside the couch to grab for a loose box of cigs. cronus takes one out and slips it betvween his lips. he makes no motion to try to light it. instead he just leans back and sighs- the air passing betvween his lips is enough to send bubbles out the end of the cigarette. > he svwears and tosses the cig avway out of instinct. he sniffs the air, frowvns, then grabs a newv cig from the box. he carefully places this one betvween his lips and blowvs; more shiny bubbles burst from the other end. cronus sniffs again, then shrugs. "guess thats vwhere my axe vwent." he stands up, blowvs a vwhole mess of bubbles, then vwalks through it. "much better." he brushes off as much of the silly string as he can, but misses that a blob stuck to his ass has left one of the hang in there posters stuck to his rump. > cronus starts to head back tovwards the front door, then pauses. he faces tovwards the camera, then smiles vwide. he approaches it then picks it up. the frame shifts to something closer to his povw. "did i leavwe you recording? heh, that i did, that i did. vwell figure out vwhos screvwing vwith me after all... hmm, may as vwell bring you vwith, just in case i need you." he heads outside, camera in towv. his ostentatious muscle car, backed up in the drivwevway, comes into vwiewv. > "vwait a tic-" as cronus approaches the vwiewv hones in on the bumper. theres a sticker: "✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ magic is real ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧". cronus chuckles smugly, crouches, then rips it off. as he starts to stand back up, the camera catches something he misses: a hand reaching out from underneath the car to apply a newv, identical sticker. the feed cuts off soon aftervwards. #substance @gadabouttrickster

she doesnt knowv that i knowv that theyre gonna try to ditch me, this is vwhy im gonna fill the gas tank vwith miller lite. #substance

reluctant friend: rustbucket city is a myth, vwe should turn back. grizzled mercenary: its getting dark, keep movwing. me (sexy): rustbucket citys real. its a city full of submissivwe gutterbloods, a place ill belong & fit in, its home. i sawv it. eccentric scientist: the implications are astounding.

insult me and ill tell you vwhy you suck eggs at insults.

the docterror told me i havwe bacterial meningitis. i told her that she cant say that, that aint vwoke no more. she may as vwell be telling some hot broad that shes acting hysterical and her poison sacs are travweling all around her bod. typical modern medicine. #misandry #likeiaintgonnanotice #youtellingmeihavwethemandisease #okaylady #iaskedforhernumberafter #shevwrotesomethingdowvn #buticantreadthisshit #fuckmylife

i passivwely destroy hope.

it used to be you could just vwalk up to a dame, grab her ass, and start sucking face. but nowv theres all this hemming and havwing, evwerythings gotta be this big production. maybe i aint in the mood for a vwhole convwersation, maybe i just vwanna get dowvn and dirty vwith a bodacious bombshell broad. is that too much to ask?

its all been vworth it for this moment.

i chipped a tooth vworking ovwer a gal vwith vwagina dentata. it vwas totally vworth it though. #nsfwv #nsfvwe #body-horror

i should start making alt accounts like those non-wviolet mes. mine vwould be cooler and sexier though. maybe id base em offa me if i vwent in a different direction. im all about that hedonism lifestyle, lovwe me some lust, but vwhat if i vwent for sloth, or pride, or some nerd shit like that? i bet id still fuck hard. #suggestivwe

im the vwoke cronus.

vwanting me so bad theyre encouraging me to send dick pics to their alts is a newv one. #nsfwv

i think some of you vwould benefit tremendously from becoming acquainted vwith the concept of kayfabe. #kayfabe #chittr #chittrpsa #narrativwe #metatextual #metamale vwhenevwer someone is kidnapped, trapped in a sgrub session, stranded somevwhere hostile, dying spectacularly, et cetera, there is inevwitably someone in the replies going, "oh, but you had time to chit about it?" as though the natural conclusion is that the character, presently dangling upside-dowvn ovwer a vwat of acid, has taken out their phone, carefully unlocked it, opened chittr, composed three paragraphs and selected an appropriate reaction image. this is not necessarily vwhat is occurring. chittr is the medium through vwhich the narrativwe has elected to present itself. the post exists because vwe, the audience, require some means of observwing the evwent. sometimes the posting itself is diegetic. sometimes it is only partially diegetic. sometimes you are effectivwely reading a stage direction vwearing the skin of a social media post. you are foolish to assume this vwebsite that stretches across an infinite amount of timelines, univwerses, and means of interaction is nothing short of a mythical artifact, perhaps evwen a juju. professional vwrestling does not cease being a vwrestling match because the camera happens to be perfectly positioned to capture a convwersation backstage. nobody turns tovward the cameraman and asks vwhy he is being permitted to stand three feet avway vwhile tvwo men conspire to commit aggravwated assault. you accept the camera because the camera is howv the story reaches you. the same courtesy should probably be extended to someone livwe-chitting their kidnapping. they are not necessarily exposing their location to their captor, compromising the integrity of their sgrub session, or somehowv finding excellent cellular reception inside the narrativwe equivwalent of hell. you are simply being permitted to see vwhat is happening because this is the proscenium vwe havwe chosen. please respect the kayfabe. it is doing a remarkable amount of structural labor for you.

vwanilla dont count. #suggestivwe

vwhos the coolest cronus around btwv? i got a feelin its me.
































