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@canteringTackwork
8=D < I canter believe it took me this long to create a Chittr.ing account. My name is Horuss Zahhak. I have been informed that one introduces oneself here, ideally before being misidentified by strangers with more confidence than craftsmanship. I am an engineer, artisan, mechanic, sculptor, and general improver of insufficient things. This includes machines, furniture, prosthetics, living spaces, personal equipment, and occasionally people, though the latter are usually much less cooperative than a broken hinge. I work with metal, wood, leather, bone, and other materials that respond well to pressure, patience, and purpose. I value discipline, physical refinement, technical skill, and the noble pursuit of becoming more precisely what one was meant to be. I am not especially interested in irony, self-pity, or recreational incompetence. I am, however, interested in craft, STRENGTH, repair, transformation, and anyone capable of discussing these subjects without becoming tedious. If you require something built, mended, reinforced, adjusted, fitted, or improved, you may ask. If you require emotional delicacy, I can attempt it, but you should understand that this is not my primary trade.
WHO NEEDS RUFIOH. 🎨🖌️: ratking-buffet @ TUMBLR.
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😡😤
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dont f*ck1n play w me rn...
DM ME 🤬
I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE DONE. AND YOU TURNED THAT PONY LOOSE. ARE YOU HAVING QUITTER'S REMORSE. AGAIN.
😡dont mean you gotta go and f*ck h1m before the dust even settles, yo! stra1ght up f*cked, doll...
THE DUST HAS HAD WIPES. PERIGEES. AM I SUPPOSED TO STITCH MY NOOK SHUT. LIKE A CLOWN.
you can at least hop on some other b*tches bulge... l1ke that f*ck1n clown you love ment1on1ng... 🙄
I'LL GET TO HIM TOO.
8=D < Progress upon the latest mechanical draft is steady. I have 100bed the joints, corrected several shameful tolerances, and resisted the urge to rebuild the entire thing from scratch.
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.
jesus it more than doubled already ts definitely botted. mod's help
get back to me when the account hasnt got so few follower's
no its just the most blatantly botted post ever
Don't drag bots into what's transparently an envious tantrum. What did we ever do to you or your one-like chitts.
maybe they just have a lot of friends did you ever consider that doctor science this person is a celebrity on grumblr a huge deal on slewtube this happens every day big shots create new accounts because pals told them to and to motivate them they shower their account with like leis of likes those flowery garland things whatever the fuck their called i think its lei anyway why do you care you cant do anything with em you could literally create an account for every letter in the alphabet and beef out your kult score to meaninglessly E to the power of twenty digits but why would you
issuing an apology to the bot community
ok man
long overdue those nuts n bolts work hard
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godspeed
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.
I WANT YOu TO THINK ABOuT THE WORDS THAT YOu JuST TYPED. REAL LONG AND HARD. AND ASK YOuRSELF. IF YOu CAN IDENTIFY A SINGLE uSE CASE. uNIVERSALLY. FOR THE PREVIOuSLY DESCRIBED. "MOMMY BODY". GET CREATIVE. LuRIDLY IMAGINATIVE.
TARGET PRACTICE. THE ANSWER. IS TARGET PRACTICE.
are yoU often haUnted by visions of me, caliborn?
Callie Bhorne, welcome to the realm of the Narrative. I do hope you enjoy your stay. The Narrative and its Session have correctly catalogued you. Standby for the other players to make their moves.
This is a kickass character intro. I think my fav line was "BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T." That's great
I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN YOu BEFORE IN MY LIFE. ALSO. THIS IS CALLIE BHORNE. HE BEARS FuCKING NO RELATION TO ME WHATSOEVER. BEYOND BEING MY CREATION. FOR A BOOKISH GIRL. YOu SuRE ARE FuNCTIONALLY ILLITERATE SOMETIMES. BuT YES.
I ENJOY YOuR WORDS OF PRAISE. YOu CAN REMAIN FOR THE CHRONICLED SAGA AND ADVENTuRES. OF CALLIE BHORNE. AND THE OTHERS. WHO WILL NO DOuBT BE JOINING HIM ON HIS QuEST. VERY FuCKING SOON. I WILL HAVE MORE ZINGERS. AND ONE LINERS. IN THE FuTuRE.
ok.
( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < Awwww, I love seein' folks engagin' with the idea of limeblood OCS!!! They're so underserviced 'n overlooked...!!!!! Words can't describe how much of a bummer it'd be if all interest was lost...but I love yer critter conceit! Ain't never heard of a fantroll with HHT as the Lusus...!!! Apropos, Caliborn! Even if it don't make...all the sense in the world...how 'xactly that'd work...uehh... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < LIKE CALLIE OHPEEE THE SPIRIT IS THERE! HUZZAH!!!!
(=^･⩊･^=) < CALLIE BHORNE IS SUCH A COOL OC!! I'M SO GLAD MEW'RE LETTING MEWR CREATIVE JUICES RUN AND CREATE SUCH INTERESTING CONCEPTS AND LORE FUR MEWR CHARACTER! I'M SO PURROUD OF MEW!
8=D < Keep my tag off of your posts.
8=D < Neighbe the Boy's Night was the distraction I needed. I am resolved to working on my ne%t neighborly guide to Pony Play.
8=D < 🐴 Horsle 🐴 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 https://cabletwo.net/horsle
8=D < At toy's night. Thanks @caligulaAscendit.
not wwhat its called
死ね。
初恋はいつだって最高だ。アタシはいつまでも一番だ。泣いてみろよ。
8=D < We celebrated when we died as you were not initially within our purview in the bubbles. 8=D < Not a single person asked where you were. 8=D < Even now, we forget to invite you, conveniently. 8=| < You sh001d isolate yourself so we do not have to bear witness to you.
@AIENKANOAHEGAO OUCH. IF I HAD A PUSHER. IT WOULD BE BLEEDING FOR YOU. SISTER. WHAT ARE YOU DOING LATER. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR WORK. ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMETHING NEW. THAT ENABLES YOU TO DO MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF VENGEANCE. ON ALL WHO TALK TO YOU LIKE THIS.
You say that like you're a fan favorite yourself. Guess what? He just wanted a change of pace from lowbloods. Think about it. You had literally nothing in common. Besides caste-related fetishes. And I'd say. Based on what he'd confide in me. Roughly 60% of the length of your relationship was him being too much of a coward to actually dump you. He doesn't have the spine to dump anybody. And since he didn't have an eye on anyone specific. He didn't know how to leave. Everyone thought the horse robot was weird and unsettling, just like you. We frequently talk about you behind your back. And your god tier outfit is ill-fitting. You're the worst smelling person I've ever come across. Alive or dead. Fronds down. Breezes are your worst enemy. Do you think that maintaining your hair somewhat decently will distract us from how wholly unsightly, unintelligent, anti-social, and annoying you are? You're wrong. You must have some awareness of that though. Considering your default outfit. Covers most of your body. You're a raging racist. Whose ramblings. People tolerate at best. Because of your high status. The amount of people who truly can't stand you. Isn't properly reflected back. You essentially have a biological advantage. That holds people hostage. And means at any given time they're forced to treat you more favorably. Than they may actually feel. Further. Anytime anyone actually criticizes you. It goes in one hearduct and out the other. Because you're either too oblivious to pick up on it. Or you tell yourself it didn't count because a lowblood said it. You're impossible to have an actual conversation with. And you aren't even doing it on purpose like I am. You're just genuinely stupid. You have absolutely no leg to stand on. In terms of using the "you're a loser no one likes" angle. Unless. This is a "takes one to know one" situation.
心配するな。復讐を果たした。
8=D < Twice... https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fc4b4f15069a.png
wvell yeah, i can see that, but vwhats the story behind it? reminds me of one of those hoofbeast tornado vwhirl-a-bouts.
8=D < It is a priceless, delicate heir100m. 8=D < I believe I retrieved it from my planet. 8=? < Do you remember? 8=D < It might not have been you, e%actly. 8=D < But Cronus was my server player. 8=D < The Land of Figures and Porcelain. 8=D < LOFAP. 8=D < Such a delicate world.
i rly wish i could hate something more than once like i wish i could mega hate something ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
oh yeah, yeah. i just remember thinking evwerything kinda looked like a toilet. especially vwith all the running vwater. pretty sure it wvas wvater, anywvays. pretty place.
IT’S GETTING FULL. HE’S DROWNING IN YOUR SHAMEFUL SPILL.
cmon man
OLD/BITCH/RUST/GREEN MOON.
GOMEN. I'LL FETCH YOUR WHORE. @AERODYNAMICTRAMP
bruh... ....... 12/m/bronze/bubble
(tw: #nsfw) When the functi9n has dryhumping and pathetic high6l99d men
8=D < I cannot rechitt more than once.
8=D < How could that f100zy do this to me? 8=| < I am ruined. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/33a023669758.jpg
i cant talk right novw its raining on my eyes
8=D < Just like Colonel Mustang. A hoofbeast...
im owver it.
(=^･⩊･^=) < HMMM.. HMMM SOMETHING ISN'T LIKE THE OTHERS HERE.
D --> I was suggesting no such thing, but the higher you can set your concupiscent sights the better
8=D < Neigh. I shan't.
8=D < Disgustingly pathetic. Maybe if you grovel better I will partake.
PLEASE. NOBLE AND MIGHTY HIGHBLOOD. THINK OF POOR RUFIOH. LANGUISHING ALONE. WHILE I'M GETTING RAILED BY KURLOZ AND CRONUS. DOESN'T HE ALSO DESERVE. A MASSIVE COLDBLOOD HOLDING HIM DOWN. DON'T I DESERVE TO WATCH. AND WRITHE. AND SUFFER. WHILE YOU RUB MY SNIFFNUB. IN THE KIND OF LOVE I'LL NEVER HAVE. #HHHH #FIVETROLLPROBLEM #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.
hi horuss!
8=D < It is specifically a hoofbeast's face smiling. Nothing else. 8=D
8=D < Thank you. I pride myself on my creativity and knack for the arts.
"= what was? i was not here. asleep despite it being night cycle. even. ="
8=D < A MOST NECESSARY GUIDE TO TACK, HARNESS, AND THE DIGNITY OF PROPERLY FITTED EQUIPMENT As Written By Horuss Zahhak, Who Has Seen Too Many Tragic Straps And Will Remain Silent No Longer There comes a time in every stable’s life when someone must stand before the assembled herd, clear his throat with immense and justified gravity, and say the difficult thing. Some of you wear your tack like you're actual ponies putting it on. Remember, this is not simply a concern with your aesthetics. Though, your aesthetic is e%tremely damaged. This is your safety. Your comfort, dignity, function, and symbolism are contained within your respect for the noble equine arts. Tack is not some random decoration. A harness is not a series of random straps. The bridle is more than an e%cuse to put buckles upon your visage. Proper tack is communication. It communicates to the room what role you are entering, what level for formality you are observing, what care has been taken, and the competence of your practical fantasy. Improper tack, by contrast, tells the room that someone is a f001ish foal who has no craftsmen in their lives. I can fi% that for a fee. Let us begin with the first principle: equipment must serve the body before it serves the eye. A piece may be beautiful, e%pensive, handmade, imported, polished, dyed, engraved, bell-hung, ribboned, lacquered, or praised by every lowb100d handler you could imagine in the forum threads you peruse. But, if it pinches, slips, pulls, overheats, restricts circulation, interferes with your balance, or forces you into an unsafe position, it is a poor fit. Beauty does not substitute safety. Indeed, poor fit is the enemy of beauty. A pony cannot carry themselves proudly while secretly negotiating with a strap that is sawing into their shoulder like a tiny leather legislacerator. A handler cannot appear competent while their pony’s gear creeps sideways with every step. A groom cannot claim refinement while ignoring buckles biting into skin, twisted straps, uneven tension, or dangling ornaments positioned like they are attempting sabotage. Tack is care made visible. This is why every responsible stable must learn the sacred sequence: inspect, fit, check, move, recheck, and remove with attention. Inspect the equipment before it touches the body. Fit it calmly. Check pressure points. Ask the wearer how it feels. Have them move. Recheck after movement. Our bodies are scandalous scanty things with dynamic movement. They enjoy migrating straps into unfamiliar territory. Finally, remove gear with the same respect used to put it on. Do not simply peel someone out of their presentation like an impatient mechanic e%tracting a part from a wreck. The donning of tack is part of the ritual. So is its removal. A harness, properly fitted, should distribute pressure in a way that supports posture without punishing the wearer. It should sit evenly. It should not twist. It should not drag the body into a shape the wearer did not agree to inhabit. Decorative elements should not become hazards. Bells, ribbons, tags, rings, chains, buckles, and charms are splendid when placed intelligently and absurd when placed where they snag, swing into sensitive areas, or produce a soundscape resembling a cutlery drawer falling downstairs. Reins, if used, demand particular respect. They are not handles for yanking. They are not trophies. They are not conversational props for strangers. Reins imply trust, guidance, and agreed communication. To hold them is to accept responsibility, not to acquire a decorative e%tension of your ego. If you cannot guide with subtlety, you do not deserve reins. A bridle or headpiece should be treated with equal seriousness. Anything near the face, jaw, mouth, neck, or head requires heightened caution. The face is e%pressive, vulnerable, and socially significant. A person wearing a headpiece may be deeply in role, but they are still a person with breathing, sight, hearing, speech, comfort, and personal boundaries. The neck, I must add, is not a convenient place to store your lack of planning. Collars, chokers, posture pieces, and decorative throat straps require careful fit and constant awareness. A piece can 100k e%quisite and still be unsuitable for long wear, active movement, heat, crowded events, or a pony who intends to prance with the theatrical intensity of a creature recently freed to engage in their nightly liberties. Know the difference between posing gear, performance gear, and practical movement gear. This distinction is vital. Some tack is for photographs. Some is for ceremony. Some is for walking, pulling, dancing, kneeling, standing, or performing routines. Some is purely symbolic. Do not make assumptions. Do not mistake categories. The stable that fails to distinguish between display and function will eventually learn the difference in the least graceful way possible. If you are unfamiliar with stables, read my other ponyplay guide for prancing ponies. No one is too elegant to practice walking. Boots, heels, hooves, platforms, cuffs, and leg pieces can transform carriage beautifully, but they also change balance, gait, strain, and fatigue. Tails and ears are often treated as playful accessories, but even they require manners. Whether they are integrated into a harness, attached to clothing, decorative, functioning, moving, or simply part of the silhouette; they are not YOURS to tug. Do not flick them. Do not adjust them. Do not mistake their cuteness for consent to belittle the beast. The more adorable the pony, the more disciplined your behavior must become. A properly equipped pony should feel more themselves in role, not less safe in their body. Tack should help them enter the desired state: proud, calm, obedient, spirited, glamorous, useful, mischievous, disciplined, wild, ceremonial, or treasured. The e%act feeling depends on the pony. The duty of equipment is to support that transformation. There is no universal permission slip hidden inside a harness. Communication precedes fitting, always. Before placing tack on another person, discuss what the piece means, how it should feel, what is allowed, what is not allowed, where touch is welcome, what signals will be used, and whether assistance is desired. Some ponies want fussed over. Others, like myself, prefer to put on their own gear. Some want a groom to do it all. Some are comfortable with only their handler adjusting straps but nothing else, and no one else. Maintenance is also social conduct. Clean your gear. Store it properly. Check for wear, cracks, rough edges, weak stitching, warped hardware, 100se rivets, sharp corners, and so on. A buckle with a sharp edge is not “probably fine.” A piece that smells like it has survived three battles and one regrettable basement is not ready for intimate pro%imity to another person’s body. Polish is not vanity. It is part of our ritual. For group events, bring what you need: water, safe storage, spare fasteners, padding, wipes, a small repair kit, comfortable backup clothing, and a plan for removal. The more elaborate the tack, the humbler the planning should be. A true craftsperson does not improvise someone else’s comfort. And now, a word on symbolism. Tack can be deeply meaningful. A specific harness may indicate belonging, training, achievement, devotion, presentation, playfulness, status, or trust. A ribbon might represent a stable, a dynamic, a scene role, a personal milestone, or simply that the wearer 100ked at the ribbon and said, “Yes, that one makes me feel unbearable in the best way.” Outsiders should not presume meaning. Ask politely, accept vague answers, and never demand the private history of someone’s gear. Not every buckle is your business. In conclusion, tack and harness are not mere accessories. They are the architecture of the role. They are the bridge between ordinary body and chosen presentation. When fitted well, they allow a pony to move with confidence, a handler to guide with care, and a stable to recognize the presence of craft. When fitted poorly, they create discomfort, danger, and a visual insult I am forced to endure with my own two eyes. Choose better. Measure. Adjust. Recheck. Communicate. Maintain. Respect. And above all, remember that the finest tack in the world is worthless if it is placed on a person without care. The body is not a rack for your aesthetic ambitions. It is the living creature that gives the tack meaning. Treat it accordingly.
8=D < Of course not. You are always welcome to inquire about the specifics.
8=D < My stable is always welcoming enterprising bronze b100ds such as yourself.
aT THE VERY LEAST, i HAVE GOOD SOURCES ON, gENUINE VETERINARY SUPPL1ES, iF THAT IS SOMETHING THAT MIGHT BE OF INTEREST, tO THE STABLE? i HAVE MADE, gOOD USE OF VET WRAP, iN THE RECENT PAST, fOR 1NSTANCE,
D --> Thank you, I may just inquire with you in the near future D --> It is safe to say that the practice has piqued my interest thoroughly
YOUR MAN DID.
8=D < E%actly. My man and the operative word of 'did' while he had no self respect.
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"= these posts continue to do very well. it's not exactly my scene, ssssimilar but not exactly - but it is a very tempting one to try out some time, although in that case it might not be worth the investment to ahem. become one, only once. i am sure you understand the complexity, a lot of things to 'get' and i have quite a thin frame. ="
8=D < My tack and harness guide is in production.
『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
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < OF COURSE!?!? ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < What an. Eheh. Honor. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < And don't forget Y/C!!!! Which I guess is. Also ewe???? #Selfcest #Selfcest^2 #GygaaxXEveryone
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Oh, it's still up! Ewe can always read it again if yer still confused...thanks fer your readership though! Really means a lot!!!
[BEGIN MESSAGE] i tthink. i have read tthiz a few ttimez n0w. i am n0t zure it iz c0rrect1y pr0cezzing. [END MESSAGE]
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Oh, I can do a condensed version, just fer ewe! 『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, SHORT CONDENSED VERSION, MICRO, MICROFIC』 ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < 12 words. [BEGIN MESSAGE] ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Pale stuff happens. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i KRYQUS do pale stuff too ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Y/C likes it. [END MESSAGE]
[BEGIN MESSAGE] ah. i zee. it waz dizbe1ief and n0t c0nfuzi0n. tthiz iz. n0ted. tthank y0u f0r y0ur eff0rt in c0ndenzing it f0r me. [END MESSAGE]
ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < WAIT ARE YOU TWO NOT ON GOOD TERMS? I HAD A LEECHSTEPDAD FOR A WHILE. I SWEAR I CAN BE COOL 'BOUT THIS. IT'S NOT TOO LATE IS IT? I CAN UNTAG! ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < JUST SAY THE WORD, KRYQUS!!! KRYQUS!!! KRYQUUUUUUS!!!!!!!
Ooh my goog he saw it. I will kill yoou.
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < ₕₒₜ?!????!? ᵀᴴᴬᵀ'ˢ ˢᴼ ᴴᴼᵀˀˀᵎˀˀᵎ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴱᵂᴱ ᴰᴼ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴼᴰʸˀ ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Who said that.
Ooh my fucking goog i can't doo anything with yoou peoople
8=D < 🐴 Horsle 🐴 09 Jun 2026 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 https://cabletwo.net/horsle
A HOLLOW VICTORY. IN AN IDIOT GAME.
8=D < Have a day. I am keeping this neutral, as I have a neutral opinion of you.