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ouch. 8th seed, scored 18 to beat aranea. meenahs just putting the hurt on the serket name in the #cronusbabeoff. next one, this should be interesting. a lovw seed upset wversus a site obsession. vwewve got jane crocker up against aradia megido! nowv, if you could believwe it, there aint a vwhole lotta creator fandom art wvith just these tvwo together, so youre gonna hawve to accept the real #nsfvw one i found. ignore the other broad, just pretend jane got to keep her after that last wvictory. <3 or <> for aradia <3< or c3< for jane
hey what’s up guys here like i literally am am making my first like post on apparently the honestly fucking canserous like website, like looks like like u like fuckers will honestly finally literally get the honestly premium content u deserve. make sure literally to hit that bell and follow for like more.
BE ME. CALIBORN. THE ONE WHO IS WRITING THIS. NOT THE ONE WHO IS BEING WRITTEN ABOuT. THAT DISTINCTION IS IMPORTANT. BECAuSE I AM REAL. AND CALLIE BHORNE IS FICTIONAL. BuT ALSO. IN A DEEPER SENSE. HE IS REALER THAN YOu. BECAuSE I SAID SO. AND I AM REAL AS IT GETS. DISBELIEF. SuSPENDED. CALLIE BHORNE. CALI B. REAL. THIS IS NOW NOT ABOuT ME. EXCEPT IT IS PRIMARILY ABOuT ME. IN A VICARIOuS SENSE. BuT SECONDARILY. IT IS ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. MY CHARACTER. THAT I HAVE MADE. FOR THIS EPIC GODDAMN SAGA. CALLED. #LAIRSANDLuSII. WHICH SOuNDS LIKE A DOCTOR SEuSS ASS NuRSERY RHYME. BuT APPARENTLY. IF ITS HOST IS TO BE BELIEVED. IS A HORROR ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE THE ONLY HORROR HERE IS HOW POWERFuL I AM ABOuT TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFuCKER BEFORE YOuR GOBSMACKED GODDAMN GANDERBuLBS. SQuEAKY HANDS SCRuBBING THEM SEE WORTHY AGAIN. A RECAP. INTERMISSION. BEFORE WE BEGIN. LET ME TELL YOu ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. HE IS A LIME BLOOD. WHICH IS RARE. AND ALSO EXTINCT. EXCEPT FOR HIM. BECAuSE HE KILLED EVERYONE WHO TRIED TO MAKE HIM EXTINCT. WHICH KEPT HIM THE SOLE ENDLING SuRVIVOR OF THE SLAuGHTER. AFTER uSING HIS SPECIAL ABILITY. EMPEROR LORDLING TIME. WHICH LETS HIM CHANNEL HIS DEAD SISTER. CALLIE OHPEEE. WHO HE DEVOuRED AND SCRAMBLED. STRAIGHT OuT THE GATE. POST EGG HATCH. SIPHONING HER POWER. TO INCREASE HIS OWN. EFFICACY. WHICH IS A WORD I uSED BECAuSE IT SOuNDS IMPORTANT. HE IS A PALADIN. OATH OF CONQuEST. WHICH IS LIKE AN ORDINARY PALADIN. BuT INSTEAD OF HEALING AND PROTECTING. HE CONQuERS AND DESTROYS. BECAuSE PROTECTION IS FOR COWARDS. AND HEALING IS FOR THE WEAK AND NEEDY LITTLE SNIVELING FuCKSTuPID COWARDS. FuRTHERMORE. WEAKNESS IS A DISEASE THAT MuST BE STEPPED ON. CRuSHED. AND THEN QuARANTINED TO THE AFTERLIFE. WHERE IT WILL NEVER RETuRN FROM. HE IS CuRRENTLY SITTING. ON THE ALABSTER CAIRO CASINO PHAROAH SARSWAPAGuS THRONE. WHICH IS A SACRED LIME BLOOD ARTIFACT. THAT ALLOWS THEM TO COMMuNE WITH THEIR DEAD SISTERS. IF THEY HAVE ANY. WHICH HE DOES. BECAuSE HE KILLED HER. YOu ALL SAW. I WROTE THAT. AND YOu SAW. STuDIOuS LITTLE NOTETAKERS THAT YOu NO DOuBT ARE. YOu CAN SEE IT HERE NOW WITHOuT HAVING TO LOOK AWAY FROM MY WORDS IF YOu HAVE FORGOTTEN. AND NOW SHE IS HAuNTING HIM. WHICH IS QuITE POETIC. EXEuNT INTERMISSION. BEGIN. ACT NONE. SESSION ZERO. THE THRONE IS GLOWING. A MYSTERIOuS WIND HOWLS. THE WINDOWLESS ROOM CuRIOuSLY CRADLES THE AIR IN A SuRREPTIOuS BREEZE THAT COMES FROM SEEMINGLY FuCKING NOWHERE. THAT IS BECAuSE THE THRONE ITSELF. HAS BECOME LINKED TO A FAR AND STRANGE LAND. uNFAMILIAR ENTIRELY TO CALLIE BHORNE. HE DOES NOT KNOW IT YET. MERELY REACTS ON INFLuENCE. HIS FAuLTY PASSIVE PERCEPTION WEATHERED BY HIS YEARS AS MuSCLE FOR HIRE. HE FEELS A TWITCHY SPASM IN HIS WRIST. HIS INSTINCTS COMMAND HIM TO DRAW HIS SWORD. BuT HE REFuSES. HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO RESORT TO WANTON AGGRESSION WITHOuT A TARGET. THE THINKPAN WILL OVERHEAT. SENDING SCORCHING THOuGHTS EVERYWHERE THAT BLINDINGLY ERASE ALL MOVEMENT uNTIL A SAFE DISTANCE IS OBSERVED FROM ALL LIVING THINGS. CALLIE BHORNE WOuLD MAKE CORPSES OF PARADISE FOR THE ELYSIuM FIELDS OF HIS OWN ISOLATION MADE PuRE AND PRISTINE ONCE AGAIN. THIS IS HIS DREADED CuRSE. TO WALK A PLANET HE WOuLD SOONER RAIZE THAN RAISE. HE CANNOT BE KNOWN TO LOVE. HE CANNOT RISK FEELING. AND HE CANNOT CHANCE A SINGLE LIVING BEING. EVER. AND YET. THERE IS THAT HOWLING. THAT WIND. THAT DAMNABLE FuCKING WIND. "TSK." CALLIE BHORNE GROWLS. ANOTHER FuCKING REPAIR NEEDED. NOBODY EVER TOLD HIM BEING A LIVING RELIC MEANT LIVING IN ONE. BYGONE ERAS HAVE A FuNNY WAY OF STICKING AROuND. CALLIE BHORNE TAKES THIS AS EVIDENCE. THAT CALLIE OHPEEE IS FuCKING WITH HIM. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE SHE PROBABLY DID NOT ACTuALLY DO THAT. BECAuSE SHE HATES HIM TO SCREW WITH HIM IN A CLEVER WAY. BECAuSE HE DEVOuRED HER. BuT THE FASTEST WAY. TO A GRIZZLED VETERAN'S HEART. IS THROuGH HIS STOMACH. A PLACE THAT CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BEEN. QuITE FATALLY. SHE LOVES HIM. EVEN IF HE WILL NOT SAY. WHICH IS WHY. uPON DISCOVERY THE THRONE ITSELF OPENS TO A TRANSPORTALIZED DIMENSION. ANOTHER WORLD. OR PLACE. OR LAND. OR BIOME. THE BLINDING LIGHT MAKES IT TRuLY DIFFICuLT TO TELL. HE REALIZES THE TRuTH. "NO FuCKING WAY." CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BLESSED THIS CRuSADE. HER FACE APPEARS FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. SHE LOOKS. STRANGE. uGLY. SHE ASSuMES ANOTHER OF HER FORMS MEANT TO TORMENT HIM. A GREEN SKuLL. STAINED WITH THE SLICK LIME BLOOD SHE WAS COATED IN WHEN HE FIRST DEVOuRED HER. HIS MOuTH WATERS. HE HAS NEVER FOuND A GRuBSAuCE SO DELECTABLE AS HIS FIRST MEAL. HE LITERALLY ATE THE EGGSHELL SHE HATCHED OuT OF. FOR ADDITIONAL NuTRIENTS. THAT SAuCE WAS SO FuCKING GOOD. ONLY NOW. AT LEAST IN APPEARANCE. THE BLOOD WAS BAD. VERY VERY BAD. LEFT TO COAGuLATE. ROT. ADHERE. AND THICKEN. LIKE A KIND OF ALMOST REPTILIAN HIDE. IF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY WERE HIS LuSuS. WHAT WAS THIS? A HATCHMATE OVERREACH OF SOME KIND? SISTERLY SOBBING? BITCHING AND MOANING? uPON CLOSER INSPECTION. THE ANSWER BECAME MuCH CLEARER. LITTLE PINPRICK DRIPS OF RED. FRISKING ALONG HIS BODY. CALIBORN FINDS IT. A FRESHLY INFLICTED WOuND THAT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE. JuST ALONG HIS THORAX. THE uPPER CHIFFONIER. AS IF ANGLING FOR HIS BLOODPuSHER WITH EACH DARTED FINGER. HER WAY OF SAYING. THIS QuEST COuLD PROVE DEADLY. ALTHOuGH. CALLIE BHORNE WAS uNSuRE. EVEN CALIBORN WAS LIKE. GIRL WHAT THE FuCK IS YOu ON. THERE COuLD BE NO CERTAINTIES WHEN DEALING WITH HER. "HEH. GuESS MY HATCHMATE IS STILL LOOKING OuT FOR ME AFTER ALL THESE SWEEPS. SOME LOVE. HuH? SHE'S GOT A FuNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT." AND THEN. uNFuRLED. IS MY BLADE. READY TO BE BuRIED IN THE NECKS OF DuMBFuCKS. LOCATION: THE TRIBuNAL HALL OF SuPREME CAVORT. STOMPING GROuNDS OF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. EATING GROuNDS ALSO. THIS IS WHERE CALLIE BHORNE LIVES. BECAuSE HE IS SPECIAL. AND RAISED BY A BELOATHED BY ALL TYRANT. THE ROOM HAS COuNTLESS WEATHERED BONES SHAVED DOWN SO AS TO RESEMBLE MARBLE COLuMNS. BuT THEY ARE THICK. LIKE CEDAR WOOD TRuNKS. AND SPLINTERED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE BEATING OF ANGRY FISTS. CLAWED AND CHEWED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE CLuTCHING OF VERY DESPERATE HANDS DRAGGED OFF INTO OPEN MOuTH. AND BLOOD. SO MuCH BLOOD. THE THRONE ITSELF. HOWEVER. IS CLEAN. AN EXHIBIT ALMOST. EVIDENCE. OF TIME'S TRAGIC PASSING. A RELIC OF THE LIMES. LIKE MANY OF THE CONFISCATED LEGENDARY ITEMS HERE. THOuGH CALLIE BHORNE FANCIES HIMSELF SOMETHING OF A TROLL WITH AN EYE FOR ANTIQuES SPORTING SEASONED HISTORY BEHIND THEM. THESE ITEMS ARE ONLY ACQuIRED WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO SMuGGLE OR SELL THE ILLICIT CONTRABAND. IN FACT. WERE IT NOT FOR HIS LuSuS. AND SLAPDASH CHARM. CALLIE WOuLD CERTAINLY BE KILLED FOR HIS EXTENSIVE BEWEARABLE WARES ALONE. OWNING THESE IS ILLEGAL. BuT CONFISCATING THEM. IS JuST ANOTHER TuESDAY. OR WHATEVER THE TROLL EQuIVALENT OF A TuESDAY IS. PROBABLY CHEWSDAY. IT IS JuST ANOTHER CHEWSDAY. INTERRuPTION: HE WAS COMMuNING. WITH HIS DEAD SISTER. OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. HIS HATCHMATE IS OFT uNRELIABLE. WHICH IS A SPECIAL KIND OF ESPECIALLY HIGH uNRELIABILITY. BuT THEN. THE SESSION. OR WHATEVER EXCITING COSMIC BuLLSHIT IS RuNNING THIS GAME. DECIDED TO INTERRuPT. WITH A PORTAL. OR AN APERTuRE. OR WHATEVER WHITE GLOWING BuLLSHIT YOu PEOPLE ARE uSING. I WANT TO KEEP MY WHITENESS CONSISTENT. IF WE ARE ALL DOING A WHITE THING. I WANT TO DO THE SAME WHITE THING. OTHERWISE I WILL FEEL LEFT OuT. AND THAT WOuLD BE REALLY SHITTY OF YOu GuYS. SO MAKE MY WHITE THING BE THE SAME AS YOuR WHITE THING. HOW THE SuMMONS APPEARS: THROuGH THE THRONE. OBVIOuSLY. THE GLOWING INTENSIFIES. AND INSTEAD OF JuST SHOWING CALLIE OHPEEE. WHICH IS WHAT IT uSuALLY SHOWS. IN MIDDLING LITTLE APPARITION LIKE OuTLINES. AND DEAD SISTER MONTAGE. AND LIMITLESS PATIENCE FOR ME. HER HATCHMATE. AND MY SILLY ANTICS. IT SHOWS SOMETHING ELSE. A LAIR. OR WHATEVER. MAKE IT SOMETHING APPROPRIATE. ACTuALLY. COuLD IT BE. LIKE. A THRONE ROOM. BuT BIGGER. AND WITH MORE BODIES. OR A FIELD OF CONQuERED ENEMIES. OR A CASINO. WHERE EVERYONE IS LOSING. EXCEPT HIM. CALLIE NEVER LOSES. EH. DOC. SCRATCH THAT. CALLIE NEVER HAS LOST. BECAuSE HE REFuSES TO GIVE uP. HE ALWAYS TRIES. AND RETRIES. EVEN IN THE FACE OF ABSOLuTE SuREFIRE DEFEAT. HE WRENCHES VICTORY FROM HIS OWN JAWS. THAT IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY OF HIM. YES. SO DECIDE. A VISION THAT CALLS FOR HIM. PERHAPS. SOMEONE IN NEED? YES. THAT WOuLD BE GENIuS. CALLIE IS EXTRAORDINARILY NEEDABLE. AND WILLING TO MAKE HIS TROLLIAN CLAWS. AN OuTSTRETCHED SORT. WHAT YOu GLIMPSE: SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS POWER. AND DOMINATION. AND VICTORY. BuT ALSO. SECRETLY. SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS HIS SISTER. IN SOME ROuNDABOuT WAY. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR HIS CHARACTERIZATION. HOW YOuR LuSuS OR SuRROuNDINGS REACT: HIS LuSuS HOWLS WITH EARSPLITTING INTENSITY. HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. HuGE GROSS MONSTER. BLACK BLOOD. BRAINLESS BEASTIE. HE LETS OuT A ROAR. OR SOMETHING EQuALLY TERRIBLE. AND IT DOES NOT REACT WITH FEAR. BECAuSE IT DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. IT REACTS WITH RECOGNITION. LIKE. "OH. MY SON. CALLIE BHORNE. HAS BEEN SuMMONED FOR ANOTHER ADVENTuRE. HOW REGuLAR. AND ORDINARY. BE SuRE TO KILL AND PARTIALLY CANNIBALIZE PLENTY OF PEOPLE. MY SWEET. CHERuBICALLY CHARMING BOY." AND CALLIE BRuSHES HIS THuMB. AGAINST HIS VERY EXISTANT NOSE. AND GOES. "TSK. SHuT uP FATHER. I AM GROWN NOW. I AM NOT SOME HELPLESS LITTLE PuPA ANYMORE." AND HE GROWLS. SOMBERLY. "I KNOW. BuT WHEN I LOOK uPON MY SON. MY HERO. MY LITTLE LEGISLACERITO. I DO NOT SEE YOu AS YOu ARE. I SEE YOu. AS WHAT YOu HAVE BECOME. FROM WHAT YOu WERE. A WEIGHTED AVERAGE. SuNDERED BY MY SINKING HEART." AND HE GOES. "HMP. WHATEVER DAD. LOVEYOuTOO." AND HIS DAD SCREECHES LOuDLY. "MY SON!!!" OR MAYBE IT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING. AND JuST. GROWLS. APPROVINGLY. WHATEVER WOuLD BE COOLER. WHAT PART OF YOu ANSWERS FIRST: NOT FEAR. HE DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. JuST LIKE HIS FATHER. HE FEELS ANTICIPATION. THE PART THAT WANTS TO CONQuER. THE PART THAT WANTS TO DEVOuR. THE PART THAT LOOKS AT A MYSTERIOuS PORTAL AND THINKS. "YES. MORE uNSETTLED SCORES. AND WRONGS TO RIGHT." OR POSSIBLY. THE PART THAT HEARS HIS SISTER. WHISPERING. FROM THE THRONE. SAYING. "DONT GO. YOu IDIOT. ITS A TRAP. A DEADLY FuCKING TRAP." BuT HE IGNORES HER. BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T. YOuR FINAL ACTION: CALLIE. DOES NOT. uNDER ANY CIRCuMSTANCES. SHOW HESITATION. HESITATION IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT CALLIE BHORNE. AND THEREFORE. NOT ME. BECAuSE I MADE HIM. AND I AM ALSO NEVER HESITANT. EXCEPT WHEN I AM. WHICH IS NEVER. ALTHOuGH. THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME. BuT I WAS MERELY. READYING AN ATTACK. AN ASSBLAST ATTACK THAT PROVED FATAL. FOR MY ENEMIES. SO IT IS LESS A HESITATION. AND MORE A READYING POSE. WHICH IS WHAT HE STRIKES. BEFORE SAYING SOMETHING REALLY FuCKING COOL. LIKE. "...WELL WELL WELL. IS THIS THE PART. WHERE I TOSS IN A QuARTER AND MAKE A WISH?" OR. "THE THRONE BECKONS. QuIT YOuR BITCHING. I'M LITERALLY COMING RIGHT NOW." OR. "CALLIE OHPEEE. WATCH OVER FATHER FOR ME WHILE I AM GONE. OKAY?" OR JuST. "...CONQuEST CALLS." WHATEVER HE SAYS. PROBABLY ALL OF THESE THINGS. HE IS NOT NICE. HE IS GRIZZLED AND EDGY. HE ATE HIS SISTER AND REGRETS NOTHING EXCEPT THAT HE COuLD NOT EAT HER TWICE. HE IS A MONSTER. AND HE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER. BECAuSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO uNDERSTANDS ME.
hnn. #cronusbabeoff. i notice no one posted the rumble patch pics. im disappointed in you all. still, a vwins a wvin. damara mowves on, rankmaid gets to go back hiwve. she just vwants to wvatch anywvays, lets be real. up next... a battle of the milvwes! mom lalonde, roxanne, beta roxy, the hot mom vwho also makes you kind of sad, vwersus... the gardener! shes lil maryam but not so lil anymore. <3 or <> for the gardener <3< or c3< for mom lalonde
Damn.
Apparently I post a lot.
If only I could have caught it when it slipped to 88 for a better, more Serket-accurate screenshot of this.
I learned what the Seer thing meant, by the way. The reference. I truly regret wondering.
I have. You could make a mini-documentary about the production alone... they likely already have.
If you ask me, every movie beyond Aliens was returns diminished and destroyed.
I don't believe trolls have an equivalent to either the societal institutions of humanity that would make the notion of your grandmother being a homosexual a thing of note/humor, or grandmothers at all.
Speaking of women. Everybody and their grandmother (yes, your grandmother likes women) says the same thing, but Sigourney Weaver in Alien. Good lord. If only Alien 3 wasn't so atrociously miserable. Sorry if anyone here is a diehard fan of Alien 3. Sorry that you have terrible taste in movies, that is.
My main gripe with Alien 3 was that it absolutely shoved its themes in your face, and that is saying a lot considering Ridley Scott was a pervert and the first Alien movie is already shoving its themes in your face. It felt like they decided to convert the series into less of a cosmic horror that happened to have a theme to dissect with the alien species, and more David Fincher reading a Microsoft CoPilot summary of Alien and thinking "Oh, the little alien thing is shaped like a vagina? That's awesome. I have some ideas."
An amusement park sounds a little too loud for me, but maybe I will swing by sometime.
That's very strange.
Thank you, Gloomweiss.
https://i.postimg.cc/Jz6SfwHM/image-2026-06-20-192809246.png This badge will only be equipped when I become so annoying about my migraines and illnesses that I become loathed. Not saying I want for that to happen, but I did not even ask for this badge to begin with, so I am only laying down the brass tacks about the only circumstances I would use it in.
While I do have a father ectobiologically speaking, I do not consider him such. He is the same age as me and he is a nerd with silly shades. That, and it is already difficult enough grappling with one of my friends being my mother and my daughter. I am not adding another set of issues into the mix.
Just one.
Just one person?
I have no idea.
I just got the strangest feeling that someone here made a terrible, terrible decision.
I do not believe them.
That may not have been a haiku but I do still consider it bars, and thus, it enters the factory line of rechits.
Aw. Thank you.
One day a third tenebrificTermagent will arise and outshine both myself and Gloomweiss, and we will have to band together to kill them. Except I would never make Gloomweiss harm someone, so I would actually just handle it myself. I am almost certain the old Quills of Echidna still kick it like they used to.
This is so interesting. I am witnessing a cross-generational beatdown. A Thanksgiving Dinner Combo. I am not even certain what Hayaah did to deserve this but it is VERY amusing to watch.
That was very fucked up of you, but at least it gave me something to rechit.
That is a very good point. Thank you, Tavros.
The humble hare (you) is already on the list, rest assured. And thank you.
I have been severely lacking on my sketches and I apologize for that. I wish I could blame the migraines, but this time it is simply the good old fashioned combination of laziness and art block.
Tell me about it.
Oh, how gross. Blocked and subsequently smote by divine light.
To speak without naming names a little, the psychological field remains near and dear to my heart and to see it reduced to the theoretical work of a single man who, if you have only ever looked at him through the lens of your own kinks and thus were not aware is somewhat of an enemy of the entire psychological field, hurts. That one man introduced ideas that are almost entirely used to teach budding mind-curious individuals the Do's and Don'ts of how psychological research is done. Empirical evidence is SCARCE and difficult but it is necessary. He had almost none of that. His 'research' was the scientific equivalent of Some Shit He Pulled From His Ass And Said Eureka! About. Of course it had interesting fundamentals that other researchers took and refined (Carl Jung, notably) but that does not mean he should be heralded as the face of the entire field. But who am I kidding? Nobody who talks about that man is interested in psychology, because if they truly had any interest in his ideas or the ideas of anyone else in the field, they would have had to suffer through so many hours of research pertaining to him specifically that just his name alone would make them feel sick. All I am saying is, if you are going to use psychological figures in your kinkposts, shake it up a little. Throw some operant conditioning in there. Get crazy and try to find a way to relate Festinger's cognitive dissonance to your #freaky. There is an angle there somewhere.
I am sure you do. And unfortunately I mean that genuinely.
At the very least say something else. Oedipus this. Electra that. Did you know Freud didn't coin the Electra Complex? His disciple-turned-rival Jung did as an extension of Freud's very limited research on what he called the negative Oedipus complex. This wasn't because Freud just forgot to focus on that particular aspect, it was because Freud was (believe it or not) a raging misogynist who did not care about what was on the mind of a woman if it was not his own mother. His limited research into the daughter-mother aspect of psychosexuality was entirely focused on how that related to men. Also, this should go without saying, both the Electra and Oedipus complexes have nothing to do with siblings. They are entirely about the inherent competitive drive Freud believed men developed through psychosexual stages of their lives; and the penis envy (yes, he called it that) felt by women through those stages. All that aside, do what you want. Say what you want. Use whatever you want to justify what you like, I am not your mother (Thank God).
Sigma alpha indeed, Scotty. Sigma alpha indeed.
Nothing to worry those nubby horns about, Karkat.
And now, to the surprise of no one, my head hurts. Goodnight. Don't let the Sigmund bite.
Indeed.
My. I fell asleep for a long time. Angrily rambling about the technically-flanderization of your favorite field of study takes a lot out of a woman.
And a Seer does objectively guide. It isn't the action that is dangerous, it is where it leads.
Curve that line frown-ways, Tavros. We both know you know the context too.
I think we do not need to talk about what action each class performs. I think there is evil context behind all of this.
Gloomweiss.
That would be lovely. I will find my finest dress and see if it still fits.
I awoke with whispers between the searing shots of head pain telling me good things may be coming my way today. At least the powers that be are feeling generous.
I actually have a lot of energy today. I may even go for a walk. If I post in twenty or so minutes about how I am sitting on my couch in pain, forget I said this at all.
To accomodate for this massive time in the life of every individual on Earth-C, yes. Schools will be closed. Everyone will be expected to sit in front of their televisions and watch in amazement and awe as I get up to get groceries, a la The Truman Show's final act.
I have to be. This comfortable prison of velvet and chenille has had its greedy claws sunk into my skin for far too long. It is high time I stand up and do a little bit of some god damn dusting.
I may even try to get something productive done, if I am feeling crazy, insane, and even a little bit nuts.
That is a shame. I hope it isn't a sign of things to come.
The dashboard is deadly slow today, hm?
I have never been silly in my entire life and anyone who claims otherwise is a detractor attempting to defame my carefully curated public image. They may use such as lies as 'The W Incident', to which I counter with "That did not happen." and "If that did happen, how did you know about it? I was thirteen years old in my own house. Who are you?"
Gasp. How did you know? Could you sense the pretentiousness through the implication?
Despite the fact you sound like what I imagine my racist uncle would if I one (an uncle, the racist part seems to come with the territory), I do agree with you. I had a Lovely conversation with a particular w-happy violet once and ended it by blowing up his computer for shits and giggles.
I look forward to reading each and every one.
Hmmmm?
I don't mind. We have all the time in the world (said ironically but with the correct intent) to go on dates. I love you too.
YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST BITCH. WHO FAILED TO MEET HER #WORKPOSTING QUOTA. @TERRIBLEFATE
Quite the sight to vwatch the moons crest the horizon on a wvarm evwening. I lovwe the smell of hardvworking men in the morning. [[Edit by @handMaid]]
@cationicAgonist I hope the reduced form isn't taken as an insult. I wanted to focus on making it look interesting over scope this time. This just, in my mind of minds, felt like something that was appropriate. Tagged for the implications. (( #rosessketchbook ))
Worse by the light. (( #rosessketchbook ))
Do you think she smiles down at me from up there? Or do you think she frowns, full of remorse and regret? Do you think she remembers me at all? (( #rosessketchbook ))
One more for tonight. Something experimental. To express something I often feel the migraines try to tell me. That something is happening. (( #rosessketchbook ))
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON PALE, CRINGE CULTURE, META FICTION, SELF INSERT, PLATONIC PALING, GAMING ADJACENT, AUTHORIAL INSERT, SPECIES BENDING, SECOND PERSON PERSPECTIVE, YCH, Y/C, UNREALITY, TOUCHING, SPORADIC PALE RUBBING, PALE AFFECTION, POLYQUANDARY (CONSENTED), GYGAAX X EVERYONE, YES THAT EVEN MEANS Y/C』 GYGAAX x KRYQUS // PALESHIPPING // FRIENDFICTION // CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS CAMPAIGN // SFW // MOIRAIL MULTICLASS // BOUND BY THE BOUND BOOK // @naughtyTechnician // @zebraDad ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got caught up in a particularly nasty encounter with a Cullbeast of Unreasonable Hit Dice! Oh noooo!!! Somebody's gonna be out of combat fer more than one short rest!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The Caverns 'n Cullbeasts session shoulda wrapped hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? These two ain't had grounds t'yammer 'n yap beyond stats 'n th'doling out 'o treasures accumulated...'n that took place hours ago!!! It took only a scant few moments more fer it t'really click with KRYQUS what this was even about...'n the thought still got dismissed with chudly indifference. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive...somethin' deeper...somethin'... ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Pale. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS's trembling hands passed over the character sheet in metered measures...examining for errors, miscalculations, even just a rounding error in carry weight that could set his party back some...He was always like this. Thinkin' 'o others in tiny, invisible ways that made 'm irresistible to anyone with eyes 'n the time t'use 'em. Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as KRYQUS suddenly seizes Y/C's pencil 'n tugs it forward tighter than a nat twenty on an athletics check that he'd piledrive into th'enemy's inferior armor class...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS who once towered like a one troll rovin' rules lawyer on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing sourcebooks gone from a monument to a frame. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < my character died ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < damn ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < toooo bad the same cannoot be said of climate change or casteism or peoople who talk shit and doont get hit ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor any oof the woorlds oother many wooes ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < but i can oonly doo ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < soo much ✧( Ꮚ─_ ─Ꮚ) < as a fat fuckin chud of hooned discipline ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < eventually ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < woorlds gootta save itself ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor perish unwoorthy ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS becomes a livin' study in humility. His words underpin the lessons endowed to him by ZEBRADAD. A lodestar. A northern light. The honing beacon 'o morality and th'straight 'n narrow. But his actions. His nonchalance. His utter unquestionably sheer un-fuck-withable energy...this becomes the mantle 'o kingly might he assumes at all times. This becomes th'monarchic tradition passed down from KRYQUS to KRYQUS every few hundred sweeps, so long as he's still around. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! EH? EH? EH? #FOREVERANDEVER #BUTACTUALLY #YCxKRYQUS #YOU+GOT+ZEBRADADS+BLESSING (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> Y/C felt inclined t'dispense comfort. There was a possessiveness t'the way Y/C saw KRYQUS cradle the character sheet in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on this concept fer even a moment...but he put on a brave face just fer you. It wouldn't be right t'just let his happiness slip away. And read between the lines a daggum minute, world's gotta save itself or perish unworthy? That's QUITTER TALK! GLOBAL QUITTER TALK! DOOMSDAY QUITTER TALK! Kryqus feels THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD on his bulky sturdy rock steady shoulders right now! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh...Kryqus scoffs in indignation. He sees through yer transparent advances...and retreats strategically. All prompt-like. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < tsk ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < doont attempt to knoow me ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < im way toooo cooool foor yoou ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < and even if i didnt mean that ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yoou proobably shoouldnt @ me irl ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Uh oh! That got outta hand way fast...maybe it's time t'call fer... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> My -- I mean Gygaax's hands start t'alternate between (#polyquandary anyone???) petting the tops 'o both 'o yer heads...!!! Soft. Rhythmic little circles. My --- Gygaax's cartilage nubs unfurl from the tightly white knuckled meat mallet into a far more approachable set 'o chitinous diggers with a piercingly pale quality...!!! Both Y/C and KRYQUS are treated t'the soft enmeshed interplay 'o palmin' play 'n no strings attached emotional intervention...c-consensually! We can stop at any time. Y/C j...just could use this! A-as could KRYQUS. To uh. CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS t'gether... ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "...Now, KRYQUS," Gygaax began, "Ewe can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the CAMPAIGN. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any PARTY MEMBER. Gentler hands should stir these waters. A SHEPHURT should tend 'n mend to its flock." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's body in tandem with KRYQUS wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of author-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer horns now. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. Stalling. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath excites the air...populates it with the powerful gale phrasings of KRYQUS... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < gygaax ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what the actual fuck ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < are yoou trying to say i proovide subpar care to Y/C ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i literally carried this campaign ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < coomplaintlessly ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < Y/C with it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i resent the fuck oout of that implication ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i coould easily be gentler with this ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < weaving lazy river ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < if i wanted to ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < GYGAAX laughed. "Ewe could stand to be, KRYQUS. Yes. Just LOOK at Y/C. How can ewe say even a single solitary mean thing about that there cutie patootie?!" Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o authorial brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS'S dice bag as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. KRYQUS approaches our hug slowly. But not neverly. His arms hover over you. The river is still. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'hoofbeast-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what fucking ever ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < here yoou go lil guy ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < lap it up ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < <> ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < GYGAAX's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. KRYQUS goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride...he hugs you. And. Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'KRYQUS or t'GYGAAX...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o affection wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P1/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleMoirail #TheWholeParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #KRYQUS #ImpliedAU #GYGAAXxKRYQUS #PALEMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #TeamChud #GygaaxXEveryone #Palewhoring
Few things make this site worth it. Namely Vriska, Jinx, Gloomweiss, and of course, Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (Generation 4.)
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@arachneanGambit Hello there. I hope this is satisfactory. Capturing your beauty is impossible, so I tried to capture your #aura instead.
Continuing the history of Uesugi Karkat from his courtesan era: The life of a courtesan had educated the Akatsuki in language, poetry, refinement, and performance before a small audience. The next chapter of his life would prepare him to perform in front of a large one. Chosen for youth, beauty, and the type of androgynous features that can be easily slanted towards femininity with a little cosmetic prestidigitation, the life of an ONNAGATA — a Grubuki actor who plays predominantly feminine roles — afforded the troll who would become Uesugi Karkat tremendous fame, recognition, and inordinate wealth for a commoner of foreign hatching. As a former Boiran, the Onnagata had already learned how to wear the feminine grace of a courtesan like a costume in the theater of the Trollshiwara red light district. It was for this reason that he was scouted to play one of the most prestigious roles in any Grubuki play — the leading female role of Aggaei Makkie in the play "The Florastalk of Troll Edo" — for which the character, a commanding, fiercely loyal, and deeply passionate high-ranking courtesan, spurns a wealthy, but abusive highblood customer to protect her quadmate in one of the most famous monologues of scathing, acerbic, pitch-black venom ever recited in Grubuki theatre — the AKKUTTAI. It was for channeling this performance with such peerless vitriol that Uesugi Karkat became one of the most famous Onnagatas of the Troll Edo period. Naturally, the life of a Grubuki actor means constant pressure. Rehearsal, training, perfection of one's craft. Many onnagata of the time preferred to live their craft vicariously at all times, adopting a female persona through which to hone their "method" in everyday life. This was not the case for Uesugi Karkat, who shed his many-colored persona when off the stage to don nondescript gray robes whenever possible. Yet the constant pressure of life in a Grubuki theatre troupe and his ability to navigate it with grace made him both a leader among his fellow actors and something of a popular figure with the stagehands who he commiserated with in the wings. It was from these stagehands, many of whom were well-versed in the art of securing props with ropes, fastening theatrical rigging, and tying elaborate, functional knots, that the famed Onnagata would learn one final skill from the world of the theatre — one that would lead to his secret life as the NAWASHII. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ee6014bb70e8.png #uesugikarkat
https://i.postimg.cc/qq94mkmz/Untitled293-20260510042118.png Do you remember me? Do I look like her? Do I wear her face as well as she did? (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/mDmp8t6h/Untitled292-20260510004218.png Allow me to be both artist and muse. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/8cK3JQ33/Untitled294-20260510051608.png You can tell me I sound like her. But you and I both know it's a lie. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/TPS7VJY9/Untitled295-20260510053414.png I see her. I saw you. You were perfect, just as two. Rejoice. You saved us all. Rejoice. You took our fall. Rejoice. You ignore my call. Rejoice. My lady in the sun. #cw-unsettling (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/bvtnDxG3/Untitled295-20260510060415.png Your lady in the sun. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/SK48Q5yP/Untitled296-20260510140145.png ( OOC: #abuse #substance ) She would look at me like this. It would always be a smile. It was always love. But I stopped seeing it that way. Her smile would frighten me. I was bitter. I saw her love as a ploy. Because I didn't believe her capable of loving anything but the burn of a drink as it went down her throat. I know now it was punishment. Not to me, but to her. I wish that made it better. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/JzYnv2yC/Untitled296-20260510140149.png ( OOC: #ic-vent #generallysad ) Then I think of her like this. Capable. Protecting. Nurturing. I think of how it felt to be in her arms, how she would rush to school to pick me up on the worst days of first grade, when I felt so homesick I would cry. And I miss it. Sometimes I wish I could see her one last time. I wouldn't want to say a word. All of the mistakes, the misery, the ire and the regrets - I would let it fall by the wayside. Just for her to hold me before she has to go again. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/brT4RXHN/VINNIK.png @incendiaryRapscallion I told you. You're next. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/5tnkRcXz/image-2026-05-20-052620152.png @tenebrificTermagant I lied about taking a break. I wanted to draw my username sibling first. Now I take a break. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/k5jsNXPp/image-2026-05-21-031723902.png @apocalypseArisen#3658 I didn't forget about you, don't worry. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/wvRqwT36/image-2026-05-21-045150429.png Something more personal for the late night, when most are asleep. She will never see this. She has no interest in this site. Our parting was mutual. When I was young, I latched onto her like anyone would latch to all they had. She was sweet. She was loving. She was interested. I will never doubt that what we had was genuine. But we were all we had. Once we got to Earth C, we realized we were together because of that. That wasn't fair to either of us. So we decided we would split, see if what we had was real or if we only had it because there were no other options. She is happy. I know she is. I regret it. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/PrPhJ3bz/image-2026-05-21-194638731.png This request was pushed to the front of the line because the requester refused to not pay for it. I have no idea how she got access to my e-mail to electronically transfer me money, or why the banking application I use can convert Alternian caegars into Earth C's standard currency. But here's "OZA-TAP's Finest". (She told me to call it that.) @resplendentCandour @dedicatedEscritoire (( #rosessketchbook ))
@megaloMemes Hopping back on the saddle, starting with everyone's first follower. (( #rosessketchbook ))
@glitteringAcuity I love your name. (( #rosessketchbook ))
@twinArmaggetfucked Your turn. I hope you enjoy. And good luck with your self destructive 200 follower goal. (( #rosessketchbook ))
I am so tired. Good morning.
fuck vriska <3< #suggestive #vi0lence
i have a problem with seeking approval https://i.postimg.cc/r069pzzk/screenshot-20260522-124918.png
I Have A Surplus Of Weed And A Low Stock Of Blood, Think Of It As A Flash Sale.
Selling Weed, One Ounce Of Blood Equals 5mg
wOW, nEAT! sHORT HAIR LOOKS NICE, oN YOU,
its a DAMN GOOD shot 38D
You never see a Vriska that isn't up to some undeniably kind of cool nonsense.
It is always really amusing when the usual suspects react to my posts.
https://i.postimg.cc/FsZsLrFN/image-2026-05-19-225719495.png I am like if he were a woman with head splitting migraines and a little bit of quirk, and if he were voiced by Cherami Leigh instead of Kumail Nanjiani.
https://i.postimg.cc/D0TRHb3W/Untitled317.png @carbonatedCaravanserai Back on that grind. The connoisseur of carbonation. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/Hx9JRxS6/Untitled318-20260517173012.png I hope to see you there. And I hope you don't see me there. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/HWvfGCr2/Untitled319-20260517191338.png @cryhoundColortura Starting on the requested ones now. I'm a very big fan of your entire vibe. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/xd99q7BR/Untitled320.png @exuberantArchivist You were next. I like your hair. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/WbQvyPJh/BURAIS-20260519182419.png @tentativelyTenebrous I see that you are currently taking a leave. You were next in the queue, so I hope this is something nice to come back to. (( #rosessketchbook ))
[Cringe Compil8ion has 8een upd8ed!] Typing animal noises aaaaaaaand making posts a8out having someone’s grippers all over you? Oh this is premium entertainment. You are spoiling me with material to point and laugh at.
For old time's sake, here's some #nsfw Tiddies looking YUGE. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/5e303641261d.png
An unnamed individual, unrelated to any #masquerade event taking place. Part trois. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/69c71ccb275b.png
I'm going to have a pusher attack at this rate.
@terminallyCapricious#2753 STOP QUAD REACTING MY POSTS! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT!
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[[Tandakatan !]] Don't let anyone tell you what to do sister Btw what kind of persons your type ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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@arachneanGambit FINALLY a vriska that dont bring shame to tha name idk u pearlsonally so i snuck a look on yo profile im saury this buncha losers been gettin up in your pailin bizz i agree its gross n desperate gill u seem cool from where i stand
i dont think ill be fuckin spammed this time cuz the site is dead an i got sum time rn so here we go again comment or react to this chitt if u want my )(ON-EST opinion boat urself but DONT bitch at me if ya dont like it
Test 1: Attached is a photograph of myself. Those interested, please tell me what else there is to the image other than that I am pictured in it. https://wimg.rule34.xxx//images/1815/453e4718046d073d64dd68e7e72a66f7.jpeg #nsfw - Dr. Rose Lalonde-Maryam, Ph.D
:33 < mew sound like karkitty right meow, vriskers ngl