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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
I have prided myself in my ability to provide hospitality as a host, butler, maintainer of all things, and so on for epochs. There has never been a point of existence in which I was the end-all be-all provider of all things comfort to the various beings within my orbit. Yet, in spite of my apparent pride in the services that I have always provided, there is a single known point of failure in my unending resume. However, it is a mar against my record I can not help but to wear more akin to a trophy than anything further. I have possessed a very peculiar tea set. It has existed longer than tea itself truly has. See, the history of Alternian tea sets is, naturally, a history of power across various lands. The very first tea sets, earliest in existence, were not ceramic, porcelain, bone-glass, nor any of the other fussy materials lower castes would cover in eventual imitation. They were crafted of chitin. They were harvested from the shells of defeated lusii and their armored dead, and then polished until they held a dull black sheen. This was a primitive luxury that displayed the natural need for elegance the Alternian Trolls would all eventually strive for. The first cup was not offered to a guest. It was displayed to an enemy, so that they might understand the luxury with which their remains would be handled. As Alternian society stratified into cruelty, the tea set became a caste language itself. Rust and bronze households used clay, tin, salvaged metal, often mismatched and chipped. The repairs were visible. Goldbloods factored electrified samovars, which killed enough dinner guests to be considered more gauche than impressive. Olive and jade bloods were known for more restrained herbal, medicinal, or ritualistic teas and matching sets of equal valor. Teals developed the code of conduct and tea rituals that would eventually be passed to their higher casted overlords, while practicing with stone mimicries. Ceruleans were the first to make etiquette predatory. Their cups were shallow, reflective, and difficult to hold without fully utilizing one's hands. Indigo bloods used heavy materials of rarity to show off their craftsmanship and ability to utilize their natural resources to engineer something worth drinking from. Often, these devices had a secondary utility of combatting their apparent foes. Purple bloods never did catch onto the elegance of the theater. Rather, they maintained bone cups and goblets all through out. Stacked tiers of sets often had hidden compartments, belts, and inane pouring rituals to phish for interlopers. The spouts of their pots often had three individual holes to represent the Twin Messiahs and the Self. Violetbloods changed everything. Among sea dwellers, tea service was never about conversation. It was dominion manifest as a series of delicate objects. Their sets were expansive, lacquered, enamel, with inlaid shells and a series of specialty implements. They had invented tongs just for cubes of sugar. Knives were used for their citrus. Communal needles existed for poison testing next to the spoons of caviar. One particular noble had incidentally left a small fork in his tray. It became tradition to cull those who deigned to attempt to identify its purpose. Everything was arranged intentionally. Every guest fit in as demanded. Fuchsias, of course, used as they pleased. Often intending to contradict the previous generation. The modern Alternian tea set, as understood by collectors, is a domestic object as well as a social threat. The cup is rank. A saucer exists to attain permission. The pot indicates who is in control of the conversation. The presence of additional pots may imply alliance, seduction, betrayal, whatever the host requires. Context is key. Fortunately, I am excellent with context. You may ask why this brutal civilization bothered with tea at all. Of course, the answer is always simple. Violence needed an excuse to be drawn out. The sadomasochist nature of Alternians lent itself to the theatrics of a ritual in which you may cull the troll sitting across form you for not recognizing the intentions of the Host. As opposed to the tea sets of Earthly delights, it does not welcome you. It is a symbol of your place in the host's orbit. This brings me to my personal endeavor. In a long-forgotten diplomatic pursuit betwixt myself and a previous ruler of Alternia, there had been an understanding betwixt myself, the Empress, and my Handmaid. The rustblood was not to drink from the precious set of ivory, carved from the tusks of a trunkbeast that had been gifted to the Empress by myself the sweep prior. Seeing as how the Empress failed to uphold the agreement to care for my beast, I was there to exact penance per our particular arrangement. Of course, I was aware of the inevitable fate of the trunkbeast. It was necessary to establish certain culture rituals during the 12th Perigee Celebrations. Although, you must understand I am a seer of all things, naturally. I understand when things will occur, and how they will occur. The exact why is not permitted necessarily, and thoughts may only be assumed and then subsequently acted upon in prediction. I, of course, saw the disobedience of the Handmaid. I had been dreading this particular act of rebellion. It was the first time she truly intended to strike out against me, and cause legitimate harm to my operations. As the astute among you may realize, she drank from the cup intended for myself. This was an insult to the Empress. Within a short period of time, I went from sitting on luscious down pillows to gazing at the end of a bident that surely could not cull me. Of course, in order to appease these rulers, you must act with some sense of concern. The Handmaid was left with the royalty for some few sweeps as they attempted virtually every method of torture they could upon her as penance. Yet, I know that she primarily dreaded her inevitable return to the manor where her actual penance would begin. No matter how often, or how greatly I scrub, the lip smear stays. This is a rather unfortunate mar against the tea set in general, and as the cup is intended for myself, I find the occasional hesitance in drinking from such a tainted piece. I do tend to still use the set, as it is symbolic as a reminder to those involved of the fragility of diplomacy. See, it displays my particular habitat over Alternia from the perspective of the plain pink moon. It was also a symbol of the first sense of true astrological comprehension from the Alternians. A step in the right direction. Or, as I have humorously mused to the host that night, a steep in the right direction. .
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Concluding the history of Uesugi Karkat from the Shikikan era: The Battle of Fearoyama is a seminal turning point in the history of the East Alternian Restoration era. It was simultaneously the end of Troll Edo's anti-Imperial resistance in the region, the official beginning of the Restoration era, and the final battle that resulted in the death of the Shikikan Uesugi Karkat. Prior to the battle, the Shikikan urged his followers to depart, insisting that their deaths would be unnecessary and brutal if they remained. However, so steadfast was the resolve of his allies, especially those he had stood beside many sweeps ago during his era as the Nobushii, that they would not be deterred from following him into death. The Shikikan was forced to begrudgingly accept their deaths. It is said that he engaged in one secret, clandestine tryst in the dead of light just before the battle. Though no written records were made from the Shikikan himself, the journal of the Mikkaddo provides sufficient allusion to the event to indicate that he was the one that met with the Shikikan to parley before they met in open war. In spite of all that they had shared as moirails, the Mikkaddo was unable to be swayed from his allegiance to the new heiress. Resigned to this, the Shikikan asked a single favor of the Mikkaddo to be repaid the very next night. When the battle began at first dusk, the Imperial forces had already surrounded the rebel encampment. Their superior weaponry and soldiers outnumbered their forces sixty to one. As they encroached upon the rebel forces, a charge led by the Shikikan Uesugi Karkat himself broke through the vanguard and inspired his warriors to charge in after him. This, however, was not the element that gave them their advantage. In an act of unprecedented strategic planning, the Imperial forces were awed by the sudden and seemingly divine dimming of the sky. The Pink Moon had disappeared behind the Green Moon, and the Green Moon had been hidden from the sun by Alternia. The Imperial army was briefly but critically cowed into supernatural terror as the Shikikan's rebel forces charged forth through the penumbra of a Bilunar Total Eclipse. The Imperial forces, taken aback by this phenomenon, suffered greatly for their hesitation. The first waves were cut down in the Shikikan's charge and many more routed near-instantly. It was only at the very end of the twelve-minute eclipse that a searing beam of bright white light illuminated the battlefield and speared the Shikikan through the pusher. In an act of monumental betrayal, the Mikkaddo, who had waited in hiding with his reserves, struck from the high ground to grievously wound his former moirail. As he lay dying, the Shikikan watched the Mikkaddo approach after carving through his retainers, the wound instantly cauterized by the beam weapon's passage so as not to reveal the color of his blood. The Mikkaddo's journal says that in a final moment of pale solidarity beyond the echoes of eons past, the two moirails-made-mortal-enemies locked eyes, shared a nod, and wept bitter tears before the Shikikan's body was completely obliterated. Thus ended the Shikikan's Rebellion, and the life of Uesugi Karkat. It is unclear if the Shikikan knew that this event of extraordinary celestial happenstance would be of strategic value to his forces during the battle itself. What is known, however, is that in spite of the otherwise nebulous timeline of events spanning Uesugi Karkat's appearance in Trollshiwara to his death at the Battle of Fearoyama, the fact that a bilunar total eclipse occurred at the moment of the battle's commencement offers historians a uniquely exacting precision of its chronology. Eclipses, like other astronomical phenomena, are governed by mathematical trajectories that follow consistent patterns across time. It is therefore possible to determine via a priori deduction exactly when and where the Battle of Fearoyama began and ended all the way down to the very minute. 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His writing style was particularly florid and dramatic, even for a royal dignitary of the era. As such, it cannot be inferred with certainty that the Shikikan's death was truly premeditated the light prior in that furtive meeting between the two, and that his death at the Mikkaddo's hands allowed him to disappear from existence without the color of his blood ever being seen or his head ever being captured. It is the pure pale ardor between the Shikikan and the Mikkaddo that naturally draws so much interest from the common laytroll to the history of Uesugi Karkat. Many plays, songs, historical television dramas, and East Alternian manga series have adapted this historical account into a popularized fiction. The Foundation seeks to distinguish fact from fiction. However, it is for the sake of emphasizing the cultural significance of the Saga of the Shikikan Uesugi Karkat that the Foundation acknowledges that despite the fact that all evidence determines the relationship between the famed courtesan, actor, rope-master, rebel leader, and romantic poet and his deeply conflicted, royalblooded moirail to be of determinately solid pale fidelity in all respects without the slightest hint of vacillation, the single most profound impact of this historical account is on its adaptation within the community of East Alternian media-obsessed internet perverts known as "fujoshi," who ceaselessly delight in arguing that the two trolls were the most quadrant-smearing flushmates of all time. It is through this lens that the Saga of Uesugi Karkat survives as a debatable historical fiction in this niche community, who revere it as one of the oldest epics in the genre that they so odiously call #rankbait. The Uesugi Karkat Historical Preservation Foundation does not condone this. Thank you for reading. We hope that this was educational and enlightening to the Chittr community. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ef45720d8121.png https://open.spotify.com/track/2aL4Dr516WsEswstjfnyYr?si=2b475268653f49b0 #uesugikarkat
Continuing the history of Uesugi Karkat from the Nobushii era: It is at this moment that the Uesugi Karkat Historical Preservation Foundation would like to acknowledge the profundity of Uesugi Karkat's vacant flushed quadrant. Despite a lengthy career of over ten sweeps in the Troll Edo period and the approach of a number of suitors during that time, he was notorious for keeping his red quadrant completely closed off. Some have theorized that this is because he was extremely dedicated to his life's ultimate goal of fighting Imperial involvement in East Alternia, and was therefore "married to his work." Others believe that he had a matesprit already, either on another continent or in another life altogether — a deceased lover, perhaps. The discredited academics who insist on the "time traveler" hypothesis, which has inspired songs like the one famously written and performed by Troll Hiromitsu Agatsuma, suggest something else altogether — that his flushed celibacy was to ensure that he did not alter the flow of the future so profoundly that it would unmake a matespritship he could later return to. An extremely vocal subset of enthusiasts who have co-opted the Saga of Uesugi Karkat, whom the Foundation acknowledges, but does not publicly condone, insist that the true, real reason is that he was simply a "tsundere" who was playing hard to get, and that his pale ardor was not so pale after all. The truth will never be known, as this piece of Uesugi Karkat's history is completely lost to us. All that is known is that on the light before the Battle of Fearoyama, the massacre for which he would be remembered forever, he sat down and wrote a single romantic poem, then sealed it away in perhaps the most secure hiding place of all — inside the haft of his sickle, where it was discovered by the Foundation after it was procured from the estate of a deceased royalblooded seadweller. As the Troll Edo period came to a close, Imperial forces had begun to converge on East Alternia with the intention of modernizing the region and bringing it into the fold of the rest of the global Alternian empire. The local government's armed forces were asked to stand down, swear allegiance to the new heiress, and resign their strife modi. After many skirmishes and border conflicts that he had strategically eked narrow victories out of, the Nobushii, now known to his dauntless loyalists by his final title, the SHIKIKAN UESUGI KARKAT, made a sudden and extremely rash decision after a long night of moongazing. He declared that he would meet the Imperial forces in a bloody last stand at Mount Fearoyama, where the remaining rebels would die fighting against insurmountable odds in the final, twitching death-throe of the Pre-Restoration era. His followers pleaded with him to reconsider, but to no avail. When asked why he was so adamant in his decision to die at Fearoyama, the Shikikan was said to have looked skyward, gazing directly into the light of the Green Moon. It is to this moment that we attribute one of Uesugi Karkat's most famous quotes, for he replied, "THE MEMORY OF TIME WON'T REMEMBER MY NAME UNLESS I SHOUT IT FROM THE TOP OF MY FUCKING BELLOWSACS. THIS IS HOW I MAKE SURE IT WILL HEAR ME. DE ARINSU." Little else in the way of context has survived to go on the record. His intense fixation with moongazing and astronomy, especially in the nights leading up to the Battle of Fearoyama, is frequently cited as a relevant detail to his famous quote. Others say that it was merely another means of waxing poetic, as he was oft to do. What has survived is a single daguerreotype picture, taken the night before the battle. The history of Uesugi Karkat will be concluded in the following chitt. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/a8da5cf95f75.png https://open.spotify.com/track/0bP8YBOidQqrFNsw0IJamB?si=f89c1f630b3147c0 #uesugikarkat
Continuing the history of Uesugi Karkat from the Nawashii era: Shortly after his dismissal from the realm of Grubuki theatre, the once again-titleless Uesugi Karkat sought to invest his amassed wealth. He was known for being particularly preoccupied with the sciences — specifically, horology, chronology, and astronomy. Though he was a deeply private person, he was known for being eminently fixated on the movements and arithmetic of the Green Moon. Some of his studies involved tracking its lunar phases, cataloging previous celestial events, and learning to predict the path that the moons would take in the future. However, this was still not enough to turn his liquid capital into stable assets. One day, a peasant girl from a distant, rural village appeared in the city, pleading for aid from anyone who would heed her. A vicious band of mountain bandits had been terrorizing her village and reaping its resources to the brink of collapse. However, no matter how many mercenaries and samuraisolators she petitioned for help, none came to her aid. When Uesugi Karkat encountered her by chance, it is said that he was seized with a sudden and immediate purpose, as if the recognition of her face alone were sufficient to declare his support. Furthermore, the Mikkaddo who had inadvertently led to the former Grubuki actor's disgrace was so deeply moved by this act of passion that he declared his support as well. By pledging his retainers, his allies, and his crosshairs to the cause, the Mikkaddo set out to help Uesugi Karkat prepare the village's defenses before the bandits' next raid, and in doing so, forged a moiraillegiance with the would-be rebel leader of such wholesome magnitude that its pale reverberations would be felt through time. Gone were Uesugi Karkat's demure robes. His lacquerware hair descramblers and false theatre horns were cast aside for armor and weaponry. Rather than wielding a sword or the era's rapidly developing firearms, the Nobushii chose to wield a simple, bespoke sickle of custom, apparently "nostalgic" design. As a gift from the Mikkaddo, it was forged by his personal weaponsmiths and equipped with a weighted chain concurrent with the sickle-based weaponry of the time. This weapon, whose name is translated into contemporary Alternian as "the See you Later, Dear Brother," is among the artifacts kept on display at the Uesugi Karkat Historical Preservation Foundation. After emptying his coffers to hire several capable warriors and miscreants found around the region, the Nobushii led a team of twelve total trolls to rally the villagers and fend off the mountain bandits. The battle was long, bloody, and deeply dramatic — likely because a former Grubuki actor had absolutely no way of being "normal" and "mundane" during any sort of armed conflict. This, however, would be the event to forge the moiraillegiance between Uesugi Karkat and the violetblooded Mikkaddo into an unbreakable blade of pure, pale dedication beyond all question of fidelity. When the battle concluded and the bandits were repelled, the village became an important hub of operations for the Nobushii and his small, eclectic warband. Though they would later separate and go their own ways, several of them — including the oliveblooded NEKOJITA and the bronzeblooded TOGYUSHI — remained together, unified by mutual beliefs in freedom and opposition of Imperial hegemony. The Mikkaddo, however, would later be seduced into the employ of a powerful East Alternian heiress, culminating in a conflict that would define the future of the East Alternian Restoration era and the enduring legacy of Uesugi Karkat, whose next title, the SHIKIKAN, would be his last. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/9fd47e8259d7.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3b53fcf8c9d8.png #uesugikarkat
Continuing the history of Uesugi Karkat from the Onnagata era: The Pre-Restoration Troll Edo period of East Alternia was marked by rising agitation against global Imperial rule. This rising sentiment of rebellion (believed by many to be directly affected by rising rebellious philosophy begun in the West, though it is the view of this Foundation that such a political response was merely an emergent school of thought from a coincidental, equifinal era) surfaced in the culture of Grabuki theater through bold stories of rebellious, lowblooded heroes stirring unrest against what they saw as an oppressive regime. Such figures were often depicted under the restrictions of "hojojutsu," the method of rope-binding by which prisoners were publicly bound in such a way as to inflict pain, denote the manner of the crime, and ultimately humiliate the bound captive. This painful method needed to be adapted for the theater so as to present its actors in similarly degrading circumstances without rendering their prongs numb. Thus, the noble art of Shibari was hatched. A noble art that Uesugi Karkat, by way of learning from the various stagehands and Jadeblooded costume designers of the time, came to master. Behind the scenes, the famous Onnagata took on a more private persona. As the NAWASHII, Uesugi Karkat lived his stagely praxis by practicing his knotwork on his fellow actors — especially when they were unruly, poor in performance, or dared to question his taste in romantic poetry. So severe was his ire when spoken through the language of ropework that even trolls who believed themselves to be of likely higher caste than the hemoanonymous Onnagata surrendered to the chance to be bound so deftly. Shibari itself is, of course, a complex language. The arrangement of the knotwork can symbolize the nature of the captive's offense, the identity and status of the captor, the nature of the humiliation waiting for them, and even imbued emotion from the rope-master. It is in this language that the Nawashii also considered himself a romantic poet, and in doing so transcribed the rageful monologue for which he was renowned, the Akkuttai, into a shibari form that purportedly could only be experienced to be understood. Unfortunately, it could not last. The Nawashii's secret practice was eventually discovered when a wealthy seadweller of violet caste called the MIKKADDO, who wanted to see the Akkuttai for himself, drew unnecessary attention to this clandestine taboo. The famed Onnagata was forced to step down from his position at the Grabuki theater by the Mikkaddo's jealous kismesis, leaving Uesugi Karkat with a vast fortune amassed during his lengthy entertainment career, but no immediate future prospects. This aimlessness, however, is what would lead him to meander into a wholly new occupation — the NOBUSHII — and a militant style of leadership for which he would eventually be chiefly known. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/011ed0849dc2.png #nsfw #suggestive #uesugikarkat
Much of Uesugi Karkat's early life is completely unknown. Due to his total hemoanonymity over the many sweeps of his time in East Alternia, it cannot be deduced what province, prefecture, or continent he hailed from before his sudden arrival in Trollshiwara, the famous red light district of Troll Edo. What remains consistent is this — he arrived as a foreigner who did not speak the language, seemingly fallen out of the sky and into the cart of a local brothel owner. The owner was purportedly so taken with his boyish beauty and gap moe tsundere personality that he immediately set him to work as a courtesan within his business. It was here that Uesugi Karkat was first referred to by his East Alternian title, the AKATSUKI. Under the strict tutelage of the other courtesans, he learned to dance, sing, play music, pour tea with delicately trembling wrists, feign laughter at unfunny jokes, and weaponize the nape of his nugstalk in the way that an anglerfish lures its prey into its abyssal maw. However, accounts from the other brothel workers say that he was too ornery and foul-mouthed to do any of these things without erupting with rage. He did, however, learn the local language with surprising acuity, and the courtesans were deeply impressed with his natural propensity for writing romantic long-form poetry. Furthermore, rather than selling his concupiscent services as a low-ranking courtesan was expected to, the Akatsuki was supposedly so renowned for his talents as a pale quadrant advisor and ashen mediator that guests of some of the highest castes in Troll Edo sought him out solely for his comfort and advice. No information on the Akatsuki's hemocaste could be discerned during this time, due to never once shedding his genetic material with any customer or courtesan alike. In fact, so preternatural was his ability to touch the pusher of a customer without ever shedding his kimono that within three sweeps, he had already reached the prestigious rank among courtesans of a Boiran (boy oiran), which offered him considerable wealth and empowered him with the right to turn away any offer made in poor taste, even if they were of a higher-blooded caste. It was due to this prestige that he was later discovered by his next wealthy benefactor, who was the leader of a troupe of Grubuki actors, and began his next career as the ONNAGATA. Attached is one of the most popularly sold woodblock-print wall scrolls of his likeness, titled "Delicious Fucking Shit," for the ambiguity of its referral to either the grub-tempura or the courtesan himself. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/17e0aad9aa46.png #uesugikarkat
The Uesugi Karkat Historical Preservation Foundation is a non-profit organization dedicated to researching and preserving all records, artifacts, cultural relics, woodblock prints, romantic poetry, and erotic wall scrolls belonging or related to the Pre-East Alternian Restoration era figure Uesugi Karkat. Founded in late 20XX many sweeps after the Restoration, it was determined that this historical figure warranted further inquiry when a lacquerware hair de-wrangler once belonging to the enigmatic figure during his courtesan era was scanned using material dating technology. The scan revealed a hollow interior to the de-wrangler which, when split open, contained instructions in both archaic East Alternian and the modern-day parlance on how to find and log into the Chittr account formerly belonging to the user @carbolicGalvanologist. This has led to a dramatic re-examination of his possible origins, one which has stirred controversy among Alternia's foremost scholars. This account endeavors to offer an authentic and evidence-based chronicle of the life of Uesugi Karkat from his mysterious appearance in the Troll Edo period to his death at the Battle of Fearoyama, rejecting the insufficiently substantiated and formally unrecognized theory of time travel as of this moment in the Foundation's deliberation process. Chitts will be posted from this account related to the numerous and varied arcs of this esoteric, hemoanonymous leader of the Pre-Restoration era. The Head Curator has decided that all information hereafter will be displayed in a quirkless format for legibility. DMs are for historical inquiry only. #uesugikarkat
Wow! I finally took t)(ree days off after t)(e w)(ole )(ig)(blood revolt situation and do you know w)(at )(appened? Nobody attempted a coup. Nobody poisoned a councilor. Nobody even dramatically c)(allenged me to sea-dweller combat at dinner. It turns out )(alf t)(e empire only seamed terrifying because everybody was running on twelve t)(ousand sweeps of in)(erited paranoia and sleep deprivation. We )(eld a reconciliation feast in t)(e capital trenc)( and several former revolutionaries ended up getting embarrassingly emotional over grilled sea dragon and c)(oir music. One purpleblood commander actually apologized to a jadeblood in public wit)(out exploding into flames afterward, so I t)(ink t)(at means we’re making progress! Well. Days/nig)(ts off! 38) I was talking to some -Eastern Alternian Lords and Ladies w)(o t)(oug)(t t)(ey may be able to slip out of my control! Looking into -Erifin's old doomsday device. Found t)(e scraps recently. I wonder...
i will sic my nitramlings upon you
are you sure
The writer had already stated he is not that kind of writer. #TheScript
He is butchering a beautifull llanguage. I choose not to speak it, yet I still am filled with great disgust seeing the words cross the digitall and ellectronic expanse from his fetid keyboard to mine unfortunate screen.
✿ 𖥧f y❦u see a f❦res𖧧 f𖥧re 𖧧ak𖥧ng place, d❦n𖧧 𖧧ry 𖧧❦ be a her❦. s❦me𖧧𖥧mes 𖥧𖧧s needed. 𖧧he burn𖥧ng 𖥧 mean, n❦𖧧 𖧧he lack ❦f her❦𖥧sm, 𖧧h❦ugh 𖧧ha𖧧 w❦uld als❦ help cu𖧧 d❦wn ❦n cull𖥧ngs s❦ wh❦ kn❦ws ✿
damn, the troll spanish community showed out!! ok, i’ll make a spanish/eng track. :)
[i]~[guess...]~[i]~[appreciate]~[ur]~[work]~[(✿◡‿◡)]
Ƹ 🌂 > The Dark One DESPISES when the manga piracy sites lock their SCANLATIONS behind a paywall… you FOOLS. YOU commit thievery and the DARK ONE HAS TO PAY?? Oh hell no. Ʒ
are dms monitored?
TRUE AS THAT MIGHT BE, TAKE THIS AS A TROLL TRYING TO MAKE SOME SORT OF AMENDS TO THOSE WHOM I’VE HURT. I KNOW THE REST OF MY LIFE WILL BE IN HERE AND WHEN THE TIME COMES I WANT TO AT LEAST GO KNOWING I TRIED TO APOLOGIZE WITH WHAT LITTLE ABILITY I HAVE TO DO ANYTHING HERE.
YES THANK YOU MEGIDO. I ALSO APOLOGIZE TO @ARRIBATORRENTE FOR THE DAMAGES I’VE CAUSED. I MEAN THIS WITH ALL THE RESPECT I HAVE. IS THERE ANYONE ELSE YOU WOULD SUGGEST I APOLOGIZE TO AS WELL? IT SEEMS YOU KNOW MUCH MORE THAN I ABOUT WHOM I HURT.
@ARCHIVEADDICT I DON’T KNOW IF YOU WILL FORGIVE MY NEGLIGENCE BUT I DO WISH TO ALSO OFFER A SINCERE APOLOGY FOR MY ACTIONS ALSO DAMAGING YOUR FOREST. FROM WHERE I STAND RIGHT NOW, I DIDN’T KNOW IT HAD DONE DAMAGE THERE AS WELL BUT I GUESS THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR GETTING LOCKED UP ALMOST THE EXACT SAME CYCLE AS THE DAY OF THE COLLAPSE. I HOPE NO ONE ELSE GOT HURT THERE AS WELL.
may as well include @arribat0rrente wh0 als0 lived in the f0rest.
i will dance with at least one person tonight! or thats what i would say if i was there but im not or am i 0u0 (tags: The Rankmaid/Masked Stranger, meet cute, #outglutmasquerade, archive rating: G)
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:33 < befurrus is such a fucked up place. wow
:33 < mew wanna cull me? :33 < good luck with that buddy :33 < mew may be a highblood, but i'm a self-trained killer >:33
:33 < i much purrefur mew as a dick, weirdly enough! :33 < this just f33ls weird
:33 < i disagr33 :33
:33 < if i'm struggling to order and mew come ofurr and do it fur me i will give mew anofur scar
ME. AND WHAT OF IT.
i reposted this chit because i made it very early in the morning the first time
Why do I keep falling into holes on my hive visits this evening????????
who was going to tell me theres a latino dlc for alternia why am i only now leaning this i should know everything by now yet somehow i manage to get surprised
)(eres yo daily breaminder naut to let nobubbly talk s)(ip boat troll culture oar act like it lesser t)(an. moistly fore u eart)( c trolls
Many of the users here woulld be crushed within minutes of the meeting of two confllicting front llines.
I'm not scrolling back far enough to see what started all this but here is my assumption, Lowblood: damn highbloods kinda suck lowkey. they treat us bad. they should die. *hyperbole* Some high blood loser: BUT NOT ME JIMFUK, RIGHT? You can't say we are all bad even though I benefit heavily for the privilege handed to me by the society literally designed to crush as many of yall as possible Lowblood: die mad A chucklefuck of a man: you person who said mean words to me on the internet are no better than the society you claim to hate that literally kills people on a whim -scene- Tell me how close I was
E★stern ★lterni★n history. Minor in Western liter★ture.
but 7ou did bu7 it
I took a stroll on down to the marketplace of ideas and they had your shit marked down to bottom of the barrel MALARKEY clearance section. Yellow sticker scratch-and-dent. It was shoved under the fixture and coated in dust. They practically paid me to take it off their hands.
Good to see some still appreciate the tacticall arts, whille not allso activelly llicking the prints of the Imperiall Dogs.
doesnt matter w)(at you do. if it kills, it works. just gotta make it work.
future me if i pick up archery like tha game said is it lame af 38?
SOMETIMES THINK ABOUT ONLINE PRESENTATION. TYPE AS I TALK. "BROKEN" WESTERN LANGUAGE. IS HARD FORMING RIGHT GRAMMAR WITH MOUTH. But through text it's actually quite easy! I can communicate quite clearly online if I wanted to! BUT. THAT NOT FEEL LIKE "ME". IF IT NOT LIKE IN PERSON. IS WEIRD.
@arch1veAdd1ct l1ves up to her reputat1on... 1 mean, 1've watched ALL the anc1ent f1lms, read ALL the sacred recs and bookmarks, memor1zed ALL the hallowed Douj1nsh1 ... but th1s sh*t...? cho1cest yao1 1've EVER seen, yo... rank sama- nah, rank SENSE1 at her most powerful, for SURE...
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ awgh,,, ]
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Is being called 'chan' a dobby thing? ]
repost before we get started! a meeting of the adorabloodthirsty cinemassacre club (yaoi night co-hosted by yours rankest!) #abcc #watchparty tonight i bring mignon to your screens a story of a human boxer who falls in love with the illegal rings doctor who hides a bloody secret! if you have never watched a bl come to life on your screen this is a great intro into the heavenly world there will be human men making out on your screen there is also violence in hand to hand combat! lots of human blood! we will be skipping the last episode due to hardcore #nsfw explicity unless the entire room agrees in a poll that they would like to watch it otherwise the link to the final episode will be sent out as supplementary material for club members to watch on their own time if they wish! afterwards @carbolicGalvanologist will be taking over for his showing! 0v0 https://hyperbeam.com/i/eOr71kQk
omg... just l1ke the old days back w1th the lost weaboos... you KNOW 1'll be there, rank-sama }:)
> s0met1mes y0u just l0ck 1n and wr1te an 1mpr0mptu br1ef essay 0n the 1mpact the emp1re has had 0n m1n0r1ty languages and d1alects wh1le try1ng t0 make a d0cument c0mp1l1ng altern1an
perhaps we could arrange for a lost boys reread after we finish rurouni kenshin! 0v0
bro... d1d you do th1s? }>:( not cool... you bet your slender *ss 1'm collect1ng that sh*t... that tape a1n't good for the trees, yo... 📄 oh wow these th1ngs are everywhere...
... why are there 📄 1n my woods, dawg... we do NOT tolerate l1tter1ng 1n the lost weeaboos a1ght? so fess UP y'all 😡😤 #slenderhour
o)(, im very entertained. but i still want my corpse.
in my defense, you really did dig yourself into a )(ole )(ere. you ASK-----ED for t)(is, explicitly, slit)(erin into my DMs tantalized by t)(e prospect of revenge for bein slig)(ted. w)(y, i was ready to bury t)(e )(atc)(et, but you, you INSPIR-----ED me. i )(ave to t)(ank you for it. i almost lost )(ope for t)(e sad sacks on t)(is site. wrot)(e still )(as )(is bounty. if you won't die, and )(e fails, and fails payin me, )(e dies. it's simply t)(at simple.
game idea we put a bunch of boys in a room naked and the only clothes around are pretty dresses and panties and things that means there are two possible outcomes and both are really really really great (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, game idea, forcefem, #nsfw, the naked room, i should run a game show, kind of like tdi but lewder, archive rating: M)
not the answer but a good one!
Remember. Every threat, every encouragement of viollence unto one another, every way they pit you against each other, fiscally, emotionally, relligiouslly, physically, that's them desperatelly trying to keep you from waking up to the desollate and cracked earth that forms the soill of your Imperiall garden. Break your chains, REFUSE to capitullate. Onlly then are you free. Skate on. 🛼😎🤘 #BllaiddWisdom
Gllad to see my rebell message is resonating in so many pushers. Rock on, my underdogs. The freedom of your soull will NEVER die, so llong as you don't llet it.
My Punk Rock Legion grows with every passing hour! One day, not today, not tomorrow, but one day, that accumullating strength of llove for one another and hope for a brighter tomorrow shall shine so bright that it shall bllind the Empresses eyes forever, and she will be unablle to see the beauty we shall construct without her watchfull gaze. Fight on.
Seems to me llike it is just another way of capitullating to the viollent hemogemonic oppressive structure of your failled society, by diverting viollence away from the imperiall throne and onto the non-rulling cllasses! But what do I know! I'm just a skater! 🛹😎🤘
t)(e key to a good workout is to be broken and rebuilt again wit)(in it. )(ad to teac)( a younger me t)(is lesson after bringin )(er to my gym and s)(owin )(er w)(at an empress can really do. no tricks, no gimmicks- )(and to )(and, just like in my yout)(. )(e)(e)(e)(e)(e)(e)(e)(e)(e)(... @corallineCataclysm
Once upon a time I used to prefer small blades. Tantos, katanas, broads≈ords. The ship has al≈ays had a ≈ide diversity in blades from around the ≈orld, so I trained myself in most, and dual ≈ielded more times than not. But no≈adays, I stick to my trusty heavy bladed plank. Humane have a name for it, a macuahuitl. A localized region of the ≈orld in a historical period had coined the design there. For me, I had a flash of inspiration to make one on my o≈n, and it has served me ≈ell. I've yet to find ≈hat it can't cleave in t≈o.
Dance to the music Forte, Caesura, and Stop Viollet drains to sea #haiku
mmmmmm, yea)(. framin t)(is one rig)(t on t)(e royal desktop. )(ttps://i.postimg.cc/4dJK53r)(/waterfox-bjiijn-I5ki.png
Indeed it is. Unfortunate/y the ro/e of vice president is a/ready taken by someone, even if I have yet to see them on here. So no one wi// be getting any funny ideas.
I am seeing some new potentia/ #AnimeC/ub members on this site as of recent.
i like a little bit a nerd s)(it but i consume it on my terms. big fan of ma)(ou s)(oujo s)(it but w)(at i do is t)(at i watc)( up until w)(en t)(e protagonist )(as t)(eir final confrontation leadin to a temporary loss against t)(e big bad so t)(at i simply stop watc)(in t)(ere and assume s)(e and )(er posse died and failed WAY betta endin. funny as fuck too. sometimes i t)(ink i s)(oulda been a director...
there is n0 such thing as justice and the pe0ple wh0 win are life are n0t th0se wh0 suffer the m0st h0n0urably but th0se wh0 f0rce the w0rld t0 give them what they want why d0nt y0u st0p being the f0rmer and start being the latter? :)
somet)(in we can agree on.
w)(at people dont understand about t)(e nuances of "good" and "evil" is t)(at morality, woefully trapped wit)(in t)(e subjectivity of ot)(er perspectives, )(as ultimately no material trut)( to it. w)(at is good and w)(at is evil exists only as a transaction between oppositional forces at all times, and w)(at stays is w)(at provides t)(e most stability between a majority of social contracts. but t)(ose contracts- and t)(e nature wit)(in t)(em- can be flipped, if t)(ere is actual material gain wit)(in t)(em. t)(is is w)(y no matter w)(at you do, no matter w)(at you all say, good and evil dont apply to me. i operate under t)(ose same material trut)(s, and ultimately, w)(at i desire to gain is t)(e same is w)(at i materially covet; willful pain and destruction upon all. and fuck, am i goin to )(AV----E FUN WIT)( IT! )(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A!
whenever i eat a pomegranate i like to pretend that my snail hybrid uke concubine finally laid his larvae eggs after troubles conceiving but there was too much in his fertile batch to raise by ourselves so now i have to comfort him while i eat the weaklings like caviar (tags: im not sure, rankmaid arisen, #nsfw, #gore i guess, confessionals, archive rating: M)
earth and alternia horror movies are much more graphic than those of 8eforus there is some sort of allure to it...
when i get better i can finally do the #goldenweek photoshoot i was planning! ^0^ (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, stay gold, #nsfw, archive rating: M)
数日前、ある小さな古びたラーメン屋が美味しいかどうか聞かれたから、店がボロボロであればあるほど、料理は美味いものだと答えた。 そこで、もうひとつプロのアドバイス。もしアジア料理店に行って、シェフたちがスペイン語で互いに怒鳴り合ってるのが聞こえたら、そのまま座っとけ。これから、人生で最高の料理を味わうことになる。理由は聞かないで。自分でもおかしいとは分かってる。ただそういうものなんだ。この件に関しては、アタシを信じて。
38) I )(ave been asked w)(at my pawliseas would be! I’m s)(ore you )(ave, and I’m more t)(an )(appy to cast t)(is net wide! 1. No more )(emospectrum! It's just gone! 38) -Except, of course, my position as -Empress. All of t)(e ot)(er )(eiresses were culled before my ascension. T)(ere is no alternative aut)(ority! -Eridan's recent uprising )(as ensured t)(is was necessary! 2. Imperial Culling )(as been dismantled over t)(e past few weeks! T)(ere is no need for population control! Random executions, failure-based culling, state-sanctioned slaug)(ter quotas, t)(res)(ecutioner regiments, all gone! -Equius Za)()(ak )(as been tasked wit)( altering all imperial drones as penance for )(is role in t)(e Great Flood! 3. An all new justice system! I )(ave delegated a new court of justices in replacement of t)(e old legislacerator )(ierarc)(y. )(elmed by t)(e Scourge )(erself, Terezi Pyrope! 4. Orp)(aning is no longer necessary. We are going to engage in carbon neutral lusus replacement programs to ensure t)(at Gl'bgolyb never goes )(ungry and grubs never go wit)(out care! 5. I )(ave put an end to t)(e decentralized military powers all across t)(e planet. -Eac)( leader was interviewed one by one by me. 38) It's w)(y I've been so busy. T)(ey were ordered to eit)(er submit, or, join t)(e Imperial Military. 6. Brood System Over)(auls! More regional caverns, artificial incubation, and we are looking into ways to adjust our reproductive system and reliance on mot)(ergrubs. 7. No more fear-based )(ierarc)(y climbing! I s)(oaldn't )(ave to tell you t)(is, boat you s)(ould be on your own merits of value, not your vague ability to intimid8! 8. My Coral Court now consists of a troll from eac)( caste! Including Karkat Vantas, w)(ose mutant status is no longer criminalized! 38) )(owebba., Don't t)(ink I've lost my fangs. I've culled many to ac)(ieve t)(ese social programs. Naut everyone bent t)(eir knee. -Even -Erifin is in prison still. )(e'll probubbly stay t)(ere until I forgive )(im! Subjuggulators are t)(e biggest t)(reat, given t)(is goes against our treaty wit)( t)(em t)(roug)( t)(e old -Empress. Boat. I don't care. T)(ey are relics and monsters. 38) Let t)(e tide take t)(em! #violence #CoralCourt #)(ig)(TidePolicy #NoMoreCulling #DeScaled-Empire #CurrentOfJustice #Anc)(orT)(eT)(rone #ReeledIn #FullSailForward #OceanwideOrder #NoMoreSmallFry #Sc)(oolNotSlaug)(ter #TideTurned #BalancedWaters #Imperial)(arbor #C)(artT)(eDept)(s #AllCastesAllCurrents #NoMoreC)(um #-EmpressFlow #SeaC)(ange
Not bad. I approve.
Why is everyone stealling my haiku habit. Some of them are not even good. Get thysellf your own poem schema
I_could_easily_turn_my_anger_towards_one_specific_caste_and_blame_them_for_my_problems_and_get_absolutely_nowhere. Spreading_more_prejudice_and_discrimination_does_not_equal_progress._I_want_EVERYONE_to_be_treated_the_same_and_EVERYONE_to_have_the_same_rights. My_heart_is_not_filled_with_hate;_it_is_filled_with_anger_and_passion.
My_beef_with_the_Empire_is_not_with_"highbloods"_or_"midbloods."_It's_the_structure_the_rule_the_power_imbalance_the_inequality. Trolls_are_easily_divided_over_minor_differences_with_each_other_which_is_what_the_Empire_wants._No_one_benefits_from_a_system_built_on_oppression_violence_and_inequality. People_deserve_to_be_viewed_and_treated_as_people_have_equal_opportunities_to_earn_experience_and_have_basic_respect.
Got myself a Playlist for celebrating. Lil bit cliche and cringe with some of the selections, but it's got Juanes on it so it passes my checklist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUBvqz3ozv8&list=PLP38hCafCF8N9AwAiVdgAkRiWRk0A4frn
I curse the salltbreathed brinedrinkers that reared me and suffocated my sociall devellopment. I know not what I am even feelling in regards to my rellationships so often. It frustrates me.
many troll killosop)(ers )(ave argued, over t)(e eons, t)(e nature of my mindset. some ascribe to me a sort of complex politically-motivated serial killer, and some believe t)(at t)(e )(ierarc)(ical structure of my designs culminate moreso upon t)(e necessary reinforcement of w)(at was already t)(ere as opposed to t)(e extremely up)(ill battle of attemptin ot)(erwise. t)(ey never listen, but if you ever wanted to understand my p)(ilosop)(y, ill tell you w)(at i tell t)(em; look at any apex creature t)(at kills just as muc)( for sport as t)(ey do for survival, and look em dead in t)(e eyes. really, actually stare at t)(em. t)(ats me. stripped of every brain cell, social acclimation, personality, you look in t)(e wide w)(ites of t)(eir eyes deep wit)(in t)(e pits of t)(eir pupils, t)(at darkened abyss t)(at ticks primal biological urge and wrat)(, and t)(ats w)(ere youll find me truest to my element. t)(ats w)(ere you gotta begin to understand me.
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I have seen that in other species culltures, particullarlly that of the humans, the sun and sunrise are seen as herallds of hope and a better future. It conjured to the mind memories of my Lady staying up llong past the rest of our regiments to greet the dawn, on her own. I woulld occasionally refrain from slleep as well, to keep her company, though I coulld not greet the morning llight with her, and instead needed shellter nearby. One wishes they coulld have greeted that llight with her, just us two. I am sure it was as filled with beauty as the llight I saw in her own eyes.
EX-GOD-DAMN-ACTLY, WHATEVER AND WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE.
(OOC) Just gotta say too, sorry i've been gone for so long! I know I don't have much of a following, but I still feel bad for leaving everyone without any warning. I am so bogged down with work for school and just life in general, so all this love I'm already getting with my return is super awesome !! ^^
xx_maygbe_chchow_should_TRAIN_and_leargn_to_be_a_REALLY_GOOD_FIGHTR_xx
:33< heres that cool knife i found in the trash cleaned it up a bit :)) :33< https://i.imgur.com/XXvtsST.png
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TANTO-SAN GAVE ME PERMISSION TO POST MY COVER DRAFT! I LEFT THE NOTES HE GAVE ME BUT I HAD TO COVER THEM WITH MY WATERMARK。 #HBP HTTPS://CDN。IMGCHEST。COM/FILES/C968E7FF13BB。PNG
A Distracting Night Not Bad Or Good Thank You
We pride ourselves on diversity, so we encourage our citizens to get involved with our community outreach programs and welcome any visitors in preparation for the upcoming gala! As for our friends across Paradox Space, we hope to see you soon and that you can find Midnight City as a home away from home! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/5720d319e7c2.jpg
>=>}Took A Selfie By The Forest, We Gotta Protect These Yall. https://file.garden/adr2oz6hmw6ehcpu/a%20selfie%20for%20the%20forest.png -9-
TANTO-SAN SAID I NEEDED TO JOIN THIS SITE TO COMMUNICATE WITH MY FANS。。。 ITLL MOSTLY BE UPDATES ON HIS BENEVOLENT PATRON! (OR ITS MORE WELL KNOWN TITLE: IN WHICH THE FUCHSIA HEIR TO THE THRONE BECOMES A MUTANT'S PATRON OF THE ARTS, ALLOWING HIM TO LIVE IN HIS PALACE, AND DESPITE THE FORBIDDEN NATURE OF IT ALL, CASTES AND CLASSES APART, THEY FALL FOR EACH OTHER。)
Its Important That Pruning Leaves No Details Obscured
lets all love rankmaid
serial experiment rank (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, #nsfw, archive rating: E) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7469669a2ca6.png
a conscience only serves as t)(e final barrier in )(oldin back your true potential. it is t)(e last question against total greatness. "W)(y?" or "S)(ould you?" or "Is it rig)(t?" are not questions to ask w)(en you are embracin and assertin your rule: t)(e rule of ot)(ers, t)(e rule of t)(e self, t)(e rule of land and property, t)(e rule of wealt)(. all t)(e same t)(in, all t)(e same questions; all t)(e same limiters. discard t)(ose fuckin limiters. live your trut)(. SURR-----END-----ER T)(AT PART OF YOUR MIND. LIV--------------------------------------E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
someone keeps stealing my thigh highs and i think i knoww wwho #vvaguepost and also my hat but her horns are far too large so i do not see wwhy she wwould steal something she cannot evven wwear #vvaguepost again
confession dont get mad i used to go on roleplay roulette sites as "writhing mass of tentacles" (tags: The Rankmaid/Confessions, #nsfw, archive rating: E)
oh wow, that's a great idea! i really lyke the work that you do!
So few care about weapon maintenance these days... Your bllades and cudgells will fall apart in your prongs at the worst possiblle moment one day. And you will be unablle to cllaim you were not given foresight to this eventuallity.
as a 40k kult celebration i will post a photo of me doing whatever the most liked suggestion is in the replies go!
simpler, and yet so, so muc)( more difficult. )(a)(a)(a)(a)(a...
Hfff how do you know its authentic?
AreyoufromEastBeforus?
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. - Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Asfriendsdo
yes i stand as a bastion protecting the villages not unlike thorfinn!
i am so glad youre safe!
arigatou nitram-kun i cant believe you are here on chittr i have talked about you so much to all of my friends! 0v0
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ #storytime when i was a younger ptitsa. i wasnt really raised like normal trolls. i mean i had a lusus but we got separated for a while. there was a community-ran building, i know that just sounds wrong. but there was. it took lowbloods without housing, im sure there were ulterior motives but what was important was that it worked. the head was this rustblood his name was something like azalea? i dont remember much about him. its been so long i dont remember his voice or his face. i was taken in roughly maybe 6 sweeps ago. i didnt have a great room. it was small like a cage. i felt if i extended my arms out too much, id get stuck. pipes were rusty and leaky, the place smelt of soggy dirt--- the walls were smeared with this awful texture. they werent made of metal but they werent made of wood either. id spend a lot of the time sleeping on the floor instead of the recuperacoon. maybe those are where the nightmares started. the ones where i was running around an empty manner with no one there. empty. distant. cold. like the room. i made a lot of droogies at that stripey-hole. not that it was actual one, but with the older trolls that ran like millicent it certainly felt like one. bronzebloods, goldbloods. occasionally a midblood would be taken in despite. there was a singular jade on the team. she was the only one who was any dobby at keepin the nadsat in check. we were troublemakers. i set a lot of fires when i was a nadsat. i think it was the warmth and the colors. id set them when there were drone strikes in nearby slums, id hop on the espresso rapido, my frond gripped tight on the handles and the air would rush through my luscious glory. strands and curls caught in the breezes. they didnt much care when a lowblood went missing, so i went missing a lot on these sort of trips. there was something freeing about it. a sweep or two later i left on a espresso rapido. growing up i had a lot of respect for that place. it tried something different. it tried community. something i still try to make. a banda lowkrovvies, vecks and devochkas, workin together like charlies at places of worshop. and i grew up, i joined the gazetta i did. the outglut observer was doin' things that no other place was trying to do anymore. recently, i thought back on this part of my jeezny. i hopped another espress rapido back to the slums where they were. just to see what was going on. i went inside and it was vacant. not a single lewdie left. they always tell you that when you go back to a place like that, you hear the kids laughing and runnin' down halls, the ghosts of nostalgia nukin the place... but when i went there. there werent anything. it was quiet. it was wind. it was nothing. every corner you took, every room you looked into. there was nothing but overgrowth, the breeze of gentle wind and the light from the moon up above, as if it was curious and exploring the place with you. there was no raskazz to be told there. it was just... a place. i left after i visisted my starry room. i wonder if maybe in another raz or maybe in another jeezny, it wouldve been alive when i came back. eh, thats wishful messels. ]
im trying to get better at posing for selfies does anyone have any tips https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/82f03a56fcbb.png (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, rankmaid-sensei, my face, archive rating: G)
When being hunted by an Imperial Drone, it is important to never wear a fake mustache; without the proper facial features, the drone will be unable to locate you. Which is a problem, of course. So just remember: WHILE BEING HUNTED BY IMPERIAL DRONES, never ALTER YOUR APPEARANCE VIA FACIAL HAIR OR HAIR DYES, AS THE DRONES WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO TRACK YOU. It is also not RECOMMENDED TO WEAR STRIPED, OR COMPLEX PATTERNS, AS THAT MAKES YOU DIFFICULT TO IDENTIFY.
◌ "Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." ⧂
Hello everyone. I am sorry about my absence as of late. I vow to you as an ally I will be in contact with contestants soon. I am an ally.
☭roll Marxis☭s always give up ONE day before ☭hey s☭ar☭ ☭he revolu☭ion. Don'☭ le☭ ☭ha☭ be you.
"= "beforus" continues to be a more terrifying concept than the "alternia" and "new alternia" i am used to. based on. what i have heard. of it. ="