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... I am not in the correct mental space for this evening's conversation topics. Wishing you all a good night and an enjoyable time learning about one another. Any other time i may lurk. For tonight... I am going to go.
⧃ “Happiness consists of getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.” Goodlight.
lazy ass intro. Kagero Pasema he/him, 9.7 He's a brat and a primadonna. Don't ask about his limbs. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/68625dfaba2e.jpeg https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e77d9de35db9.png
Is this "you"?
// OMG I didn't think anyone actually got it lol
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I Am Listening To Troll Mitski In My Burrow. #myburrow
i am happy becauuse everyonne loves me..
am.i.recieving.body.parts.from.questionable.sources yes does.that.worry.me also.yes do.i.have.alternatives likely.not
Yes! #juniorbadgedyou #checkyoursettings
then.i.would.be.happy.to.do.so thank.you
my.tealblood.body.is.only.for.when.i.am.going.to.schoolfeeding my.primary.body.has.rust.blood.at.the.moment i.have.multiple.bodies
Hello there chitterer$ (i$ thi$ the official term?) If you happen to $ee thi$ po$t then you are welcome for the deluge of important information which you are about to receive. Thi$ $unday will be "$ick" and "na$ty" alright but not for the a$$umedly lurid rea$on$ it often i$ (idk i $aw that tag and am ju$t gue$$ing ba$ed off vibe$) you $ee I bring to you the future chitterer$ I bring you fire. I am the metaphorical (and definitely fictional) demone$$ $parking light$ in your eye $talk$ except tho$e light$ arent burning them but opening them. $earing them $o you cannot clo$e them. I am the leader, $piritually, financially and authoritatively (not to brag) of $WFTCAT (Name work in progre$$) a fetch modu$ which will revolutionize the way our entire $ociety work$ and you can be a part, a plank, on thi$ new flooring that will hold the tower of alternian governance and $ociety. $WFTCAT (Name $WIP ($till work in progre$$)) i$ a fetch modu$ which doe$ not work on ab$tract and difficult to track/order around phy$ical fetch card$ but a $hared pool that i$ entirely ho$ted online, digitally, on $erver$ which I per$onally protect. Thi$ mean$ you have acce$$ to a functionally unlimited number of $ylladex $lot$ (a$$uming the $erver ha$ $ome minted and there are free card$), which you can u$e at any time $o long a$ you have a $uitable wifi connection and can afford to wait a little bit while the item download$! Think about it. One large pool of $ylladex card$ available to anyone from any ca$te. Right now the pool of $WFTCAT (Name $$WIP ($till $till work in progre$$) )card$ i$ only 100, 40 of which are being per$onally rented out to crowd$ource nece$$ary infra$tructure for our pitch to the empre$$, but the eventual goal i$ to have billion$ of Imperially $pon$ored card$ available to all troll$ that can be u$ed for anything. They will be $o ubiquitou$ highbloo$d wont care about the quality of life improvement it will be for u$ lowblood$, becau$e theyll be having an even better time with them! Thi$ i$ how progre$$ i$ made, by lifting the floorboard$ (wait i already u$ed thi$ metaphor) which you are a part of up. Ye$ thi$ i$ not ju$t an improvement in $ocial $tatu$ and quality of life but al$o a phy$ical exerci$e, your $pirit will be $o high your body will be forced to follow in it$ excellence. And you can be that floorboard, again I gue$$, and do a whole ho$t of thing$ to influence the future of alternia like: -Potentially be the one to come up with a better name than $WFTCAT -Get to do Meeting$!!! (with other Bug$!!! (Bug$ i$ the term for enlightened individual$ that inve$t in $WFTCAT )) -Influence the code! (by writing it we really need more programmer$) -We might mention your name in front of the empre$$ if we think $he wouldn't cull u$ for doing $o! -Many other$ that I am ju$t too excited about to tell you! Do not be one of the FUD$ (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt $lave$). Be a Bug!
I'm an influencer.
(( also hi look at his sprites by DivineFelineBast ofc )) https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/123499772_MgcJwfQkvQuiI3c.png https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/123499803_ARNNCsUUQdmq9GJ.png
Getting frozen yogurt. Poll of public opinion! <3 for my order- half cake batter yogurt, half cheesecake yogurt. Strawberries, waffle cone pieces, strawberry sauce drizzle, and sprinkles. Eaten with caution not to overmix. <3< for @golgothasTerror's order- Cotton candy yogurt, caramel yogurt, an ENTIRE SUGAR COOKIE (reported to be stale), strawberry AND blackberry "popping boba," white chocolate chips, and Swedish Fish. Stirred vigorously into a noxious gray sludge before consuming.
Full p!cture f()r the !nterested by the by. https://cdn.!mgchest.c()m/f!les/d1eb3c876590.png
I shall be absent for a while. I wish you all well, and I hope nothing too concerning happens while I am gone... If it does, please. Let me know.
READING ONTO THE RECORD! i'm not casteist: some of my best friends aren't teal
"I LOOK NOTHING LIKE HIM." - @carmineGnosiology YOU BE THE JUDGE. #BLOOD #GORE #ALTERNIANCULLING #EXECUTION #HESFINE #HEWASALREADYDEAD #HISTORYLARP #PORRIMDONTBEMAD #ITOLDHIMTOCHANGE #ITOLDHIMNOTTOWEARTHOSESTUPIDPANTS #ONTHEHISTORYFIELDTRIP #IWARNEDHIMABOUTSTARES.
It does make me wonder what draws creatures from not just other timelines, a concept I have had properly hand-fisted down my gullet in wipes past, but from other 'realities'. The separation of which is in the fact that all contained timelines appear to have only set species and rules in them while other realities have entirely separate species and rules. For example, I currently reside on Alternia, roughly 40XX sweeps after the uprising of Her Imperious Condescension, several millenia further after the once-believed-mythic attempted coups of the Signless and Summoner, and some hundred or so sweeps before the era of the hatching of the trolls who are destined to bring Alternia to its ultimate destruction. That is my point of origin. Other timelines share it with subtle differences, other timelines are humans on Earth, but we are all contained under a single multifaceted reality wherein we are the species predomiment and the rules governed. When another reality converges, say 'Toriel Dreemurr' from a reality wherein every contained timeline is filled with variations of a human-monster-darkener facet instead, I can only wonder why. Why is this website capable of breaching a point not even the great 'Game' can breach?
Troll Siri play Rule #21 - Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage.
In my time observing this site silently I have also noticed wave upon wave of species beyond what my compendium includes. I have decided to keep it limited to Humans, Trolls, and Cherubim. Were I to add another section for each new unique species that appears from the depths of Paradox Space, I would have to throw out some of my books to make room for the sheer girth¹ of this compendium. That, and it seems that most of these species (Digital Constructs, Dragonkind, Darkeners, Robotic Imitations, etcetera.) lack the grit and determination it takes to maintain a presence on this site for more than a few nights. ¹ Size it would take up.
--- |why would you do that? wait are you a scientist you probably are that explains a lot never mind| _____
Florid Said I Can Do Whatever I Want, So I Am Going To Bite The Bug Zapper. :> #mybite #cw-selfharm? #positive
i need confession accounts for two reasons. one i wanna read allathat, an two i like havin the option to be even more transparent than my usual level a already full transparency about how i feel about anything without gettin any follow up questions
Happy to be part of the rating bit. :)
🫘 Heh, yeah. Made 'em with my mind.
D---> While that is valid and correct, I still STRONGLY believe in the rights even if alternia law goes against it.
Well, if there was ever any doubt that he was me for real, #hismindbean
If I imagine a soybean hard enough, one will appear. My mind bean. #mymindbean
6/10
S-o-o-metimes.. I feel a little bad that I d-o-o-n’t miss h-o-o-me like maybe I sh-o-o-uld. But s-o-o- much -o-o-f it is just mem-o-o-ry n-o-o-w.. And m-o-o-st -o-o-f th-o-o-se aren’t even r-o-o-se c-o-o-l-o-o-red. S-o-o-me -o-o-f them..Really very sad, even. But.. I’m happy here. Maybe I sh-o-o-uldn’t be?? #im-o-o-kaybtw #just #ThinkingMyTh-o-o-ughts
patrol drones on the underground again; // a facemask && goggles will do(a lot){} to help(disguise(you));
what no weekLLy fight night does to a mf
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Attention, The matter has progressed beyond posturing. A time has been selected. A location has been accepted. Witnesses will be present, as is proper, so no party may later retreat into creative memory or claim the fog was thicker than it was. I will not be providing the details here. Chittr has proven itself enthusiastic, undisciplined, and catastrophically fond of misunderstanding ceremonial violence. Those who need to know have been informed. Those who wish to know may continue wishing. By the close of it, there will be one fewer ambiguity between us. So long as he does not dawdle and accepts my terms. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ You've cracked the case. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Figured it out expertly. We were so blind. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ What we needed to settle caste system disputes was human intervention. Their godlike opinions. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ We are saved. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
> 1t 12 a trad1t1onal part of h1ghblood Honor Duel2. You gr1nd your t1p2 aga1n2t one another to te2t the g1ve of the 2word2 and en2ure the qual1ty of one’2 metal and mettle. #2ugge2t1ve ??? <
New cøpypasta just drøpped. https://fiłe.garden/afNWhT6TPxbx7Fjb/IMG_2893.jpeg
its kind of really embarrassing when people start talking about how good they are at upsetting highbloods or rebelling or whatever but in a really cringe way that gives you crazy secondhand embarrassment like oh god youre genuinely oblivious to how stupid you sound and how bad you actually are at this you literally sound like a parody of yourself
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how can *anyone* not know science is green?!
i.have.finished.body.2.thanks.to.the.donation.of.clonable.teal.blood.and.marrow later.i.will.show.what.body.2.looks.like likely.just.for.the.purposes.of.mediculler.school now.i.just.need.the.caegers.to.do.so
(( https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6158e816dc33.PNG This one took me a bit, I needed some time to put them together. This is Kemile! Pronounced Kem-Eel, two syllables. They use any pronouns, but they/them/it/its is the most common! Kem is a witch of heart. Before sburb, they had psionics that could alter the way they were perceived by others as an illusion. A fraudulent shapeshifter, if you tried to touch them your hand might go straight through the illusion, and break it! Kem was not actually able to change their shape, only what another troll perceives with their eyes. The presence of this ability pre-game allowed Kem to survive as a limeblood largely undetected, passing for other trolls and taking the places of others who moved, passed away, or disappeared for any other reason. Either this, or they would deliberately alter their appearance with unfamiliar traits to keep themselves continually incorrectly remembered in face and hemohue. They could even take the place of an orphan's lusus, although this wasn't particularly their favorite. Lusus kibble is nasty, and it's really heart breaking to watch someone have to go through losing them all over again. There are three main limitations to this! Kem can only emulate the traits of things, animals and people they have seen before! Secondly, one of three tells gives them away if you are looking closely enough. Either the unique ringed pattern in their eyes, a forehead marking where their front horn used to be, or their forked tongue. They do their best to disguise their tells, so don't count on it being easy! Third, memory fades, and emotional attachments wane. While Kem's ability to appear as someone else makes it easier by far to remember what they looked like for longer, one at a time inconsistencies add up. Those incorrect details add up even faster if their emotional attachment to that person fades, or never existed at all. Eventually, the illusion becomes too unstable, and a new face has to be found. Sburb presented an upgrade, and now the illusion is very much real! After sburb, the shapeshifting was no longer a fraud! Kem can quite literally take on the identity of anyone, and anything they want to, and even make up new ones reassembled from traits they've seen elsewhere. Kem learned the hard way that the ability to change oneself comes with consequences that effect others greatly, especially their relationships and feelings, and it can be uniquely and dangerously manipulative and emotionally damaging when used carelessly. They have sworn a vow to do no harm unless they are in life threatening danger. The tells and limitations from the time when their ability was illusion alone still remain. Kem loves people! Parties, people watching, social gatherings! Romantic dramas and comedies are some of their favorite media to consume, and they also have a fondness for shoujo and josei eastern alternian manga and webcomics. They're definitely the person who cries first when the music swells, or the titular couple in the movie finally kiss! They are a big fan of biology, zoology and botony. While not a scientist themself, they enjoy consuming the information about those topics to regurgitate for later out of a love for all of the different ways life survives. They are especially fascinated with plants, fungi and animals that have elaborate and complicated life cycles. Music, dancing, art, and anything where beings communicate their feelings through unspoken language is something they find beautiful and fascinating, though they are not very good at composing their own creative works. What they are pretty good at is improv play acting, and singing! They're also a very good listener when you need someone to talk to. They are unfortunately a very flighty person, and since pretending to be someone they are not is something they are so naturally good at and practiced with, at times they can be pretty fake. They have been known to pretend to like or dislike things, and fake personality traits just to get someone on their side before. They are prone to revert to such behaviors when they feel threatened, or liable to lose someone they care about, even when they don't mean to. This OC is part of a project to create trolls for all of the Elder Futhark runes. Kemile represents Eihwaz, the 5th member of Heimdall's aett. The rune's themes include Yew trees, Yggdrasil, new beginnings, change, spiritual connection, and transformation."
friggin hyped 4 this! playlist is almost done got a few more song request left tho figurin out what games 2 play prolly some classics like truth or dare maybe a round of cah or gartic phone also takin game suggestions tbh
𓏲𓂃 This re✦ding belongs to @c✦nyouKeepit . Ah, yes yes..your fortune, of course. Let me do ✦ little shuffling, ✦ little t✦lking ✦nd I'll tell you wh✦t's in store. Hm, ok✦y, I see. Seems like it'll be regul✦r tod✦y, so right now it is in your h✦nds to m✦ke th✦t fortune come by. M✦ybe you'll h✦ve ✦ little b✦d luck, ✦ little good luck, m✦ybe you'll encounter 1 c✦eg✦r dropped on the street, who knows. Just don't expect ✦nything big, you m✦y be fine, there ✦re less ch✦nces of getting run over tod✦y th✦n ✦ny other d✦y, h✦h✦. Your lucky number for tod✦y seems to be 46, so w✦tch out for th✦t. https://forms.gle/XpTR7ek4A5RLfNxN6
Expect big changes coming. This is most definitely NOT the account on which my marketing team makes their professional announcements, but I will issue this surplus note because it relates to some pet projects of mine. As of this morning, Crockercorp has officially acquired the Pizza Hut brand rights from Yum Consort Holdings (who really held us over a soup cauldron in the negotiations but whatever). Which means that we, Crockerlings, are one step closer to the Earth-C Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.
When you find someone living in darkness, it would be a kindness to recognize it is because no one left room for them in the light.
Wh★t if I st★rted doing Sephiroth shit?
He invites 70% of the bullshit that comes his way. Unbelievable.
⧃ I feel as if it is necessary to state this publicly instead of just in comments. I understand the inherent distrust people may have with OZA-TAP, a company you, if you do not know what we do, may believe is 'selling air'. To that I urge you to consider two things: 1. We sell air filtration systems and accessories. The air filters themselves are designed to extract the harmful airborne chemicals produced by factories, buggies, and imperial drones near you. 2. If you have an issue with needing to purchase air filters to breathe clean air, good. So do I. That is why I designed the OZA-TAP air filters and that is why I sell them. They are produced with minimal environmental consequence as to not contribute more than we can negate to the issue we are trying to solve. Beyond that, if your issue is that my company and I benefit from the funds we receive from selling those air filters, I urge you further to try and source, produce, pay the employees, and transport filtration systems without spending a single caegar. I assure you, it is not possible. Not unless you want the bare minimum quality of materials and thus the bare minimum quality of results; quality we do not deal in.
Handle (Optional) @canyouKeepit State your business. What made you start saying “Diamonds Droog” as a post? It was the lowest effort post I could make that amused me. The various reactions amused me further. Especially the negative ones. I keep it up now, as tradition. It's precisely the level of post that a website such as this deserves. https://forms.gle/bTycc3uAgSH9KkcS6
Everyoone coopes in their oown way but maybe soome oof yoou shoould develoop a habit oof drawing self-insert yaooi like i did instead oof whatever yoou're dooing
I sUppOsE I OvErEstImAtEd thE AmOUnt Of pEOplE whO wOUld bE IntErEstEd In rEAdIng A nIchE trAnslAtIOn Of A rElIgIOUs tOmE wEll At lEAst It gAvE mE sOmEthIng tO dO, fOr thAt I Am thAnkfUl
⛈ I hadn't considered this idea. ⛈ ⛈ I will try this... ⛈ ⛈ Thank you. ⛈
That's a nice reason. Very sweet. I would not do that, further adding to the theory that we are not the same person. But I like that you have.
Lots of edgy black text my way is doom accounts on here. Ever notice that?
Sh0uld i attend sicknasty sunday and just watch fr0m a balc0ny with a glass 0f wine ranking pe0ple #nsfw
[FEED COMMENTARY] Remember this, note of the day: Let them starve. All they want is to take what you own bit by bit. If you hand it to them in an attempt at \selflessness/, they will grow greedier. They will /want/ \more\. They will /leave you/ with /nothing/. Let \them\ /starve/.
What d⦶es n⦶t kill y⦶u makes y⦶u str⦶nger. Y⦶u will bec⦶me str⦶nger.
I am proud to remind you all that the democratic government of Earth-C is only 250 years old, or approximately 115 sweeps. In that time, we have accomplished the following: • An open-planet policy, • Gay Marriage (not sure why we didn’t have that one sooner), • A decrease in taxation to beautiful women with ugly matesprits, • Decriminalized drug possession and usage, • Vaccinated all Amporas, • Made it so that all politicians who vote in favor of war are immediately drafted and put on the front lines, • Given Service Workers the ability to kill up to two patrons every sweep, • Brought back The Stocks, • Given important advice on Imperial Drones, • Created a Defense Budget more sizable than the GDP of most planets, And most importantly, started a relationship with a Strider.
Sometimes you get so used to it sucking ass that when it improves the unfamiliarity makes it feel worse in the moment.
the retrocausal nature of sburb/sgrub is really annoying for archaeological purposes sometimes actually what do you mean this ruin is both a few weeks old and an ancient feature thats been here for generations
IF THE M⧃UNTAIN EVER DIES I HAVE MADE ARRANGEMENTS T⧃ HAVE MY B⧃DY SEPARATED INT⧃ FIVE INDIVIDUAL PIECES AND SCATTERED ACR⧃SS BEF⧃RUS F⧃R A BRAVE DUELIST T⧃ ⧃NE DAY FIND AND REASSEMBLE ME S⧃ THEY CAN USE ME IN BATTLE
It's rarely the end, though. There are other forms of good that are not an improvement on the things that get worse.
One Day The Indigos Will Break Free Of Their Seemingly Collective Hemoist Shackles And Kill Every Highblood In A Position Of Authority Over Them. #mydream #violence #gore
99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS AN IMPERIAL DRONE BUZZING THROUGH THE SKIES, A FILIAL PAIL IN EITHER HAND. DESPITE ITS SPEED, ONLY A SCANT FEW DROPS OF THE PRECIOUS GENETIC MATERIAL SPILL, LANDING LIKE RAIN ON WHATEVER UNFORTUNATE SOULS MIGHT BE UNDERNEATH.] 99< [The life of a grub begins with the collection of genetic material. The schedule of collection may varies from brooding planet to brooding planet. The general trend is that the drones are more active during warm and dry seasons, and more dormant during cold or wet seasons. Continus-IV has relatively little seasonal variation. The boundaries of the habital zone shift towards the light side as orbit takes it further from its sun and towards the dark side as its orbits closer towards its sun. Thus, the drones are active throughout the local sweep.] 99< [The drones behave in a manner similar to pollinators. They emerge from their hives within the caverns and disperse, using the same tunnels the wigglers take their first toddling steps out beneath the sky. These locations attract poachers, who generally work in groups of at least three so they might provide genmat if they are unlucky enough to encounter a drone with its pails. The drones cover a wide area; they tend to seek out population centers, but a non-insignificant number search for rural communities and hermitages.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE DRONE DESCENDS UPON A SUGRUBAN NEIGHBORHOOD. CURTAINS CLOSE AND LIGHTS TURN OFF AS IT FLIES PAST. IT HITS THE GROUND WITH A THUD, SHATTERING CONCRETE, THEN WALKS UP TO THE FRONT STEPS OF A HIVE CHOSEN SEEMINGLY AT RANDOM. IT PAUSES FOR A MOMENT, BASHFULLY SETS DOWN ONE OF ITS FILIAL PAILS, THEN RINGS THE DOORBELL.] 99< [The drones are not picky. One will descend upon any residence upon which it does not sense the pheromones of another drone, indicating that it has already been recently visited. It is for this reason that it is not recommended to wash one's hive or perform heavy yardring-work in the wipe following a drone visitation. The drone will approach the first troll it spots and demand filial tribute.] 99< [AN ANNOYED LOOKING TEALBLOOD, SEEMINGLY CAUGHT MID-ARGUMENT WITH A TROLL FURTHER WITHIN THE HIVE OPENS THE DOOR. HIS EXPRESSION DROPS AT THE SIGHT OF THE DRONE AND HE IMMEDIATELY SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT. AFTER A BEAT HE OPENS IT AGAIN, FORCING A SMILE.] 99< [The troll will be given a short amount of time to contact and summon its matesprit and/or kismesis and/or any trolls who may substitute in. If the troll fails to summon mates in a timely manner, or if it and its mates fail to fill both buckets expediently then it will be unceremoniously culled.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE DRONE, BARELY ABLE TO FIT INSIDE THE HIVE, IS SITTING POLITELY ON A NOW CRUSHED COUCH. THE TEAL IS PACING BACK AND FORTH, YELLING AT SOMEONE ON HIS PALMHUSK. A CERULEAN IS FAWNING OVER THE DRONE, OFFERING IT TEA AND OTHER PALTRY SUNDRIES. IT IGNORES HIM.] 99< [There are many who have difficulty understanding why being unable to provide should lead to culling. One must understand that mere strength, speed, or wit are not enough of a boon on their own. Trolls are an antisocial species by nature, but hierarchy and command structures are strictly enforced. If a troll is unable to cooperate well enough with others to find even two individuals willing to copulate with it, then it cannot be trusted to cooperate in its position on a warship or the battlefield.] 99< [A proper servant to Her Imperious Condescension must understand that trolls working towards a common goal (that is to say, total dominion over the galaxy), are much more useful than a "lone howlbeast," "loose cannon," who "doesn't play by the rules." You are not special. You are a small cog in a great and terrible machine. ] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE TEAL AND CERULEAN ARE COPULATING. THE LEVEL OF EROTICISM ON DISPLAY IS THE SAME AS THAT OF A NATURE DOCUMENTARY. IT IS CLINICAL, UGLY, AND FULL OF FEAR. THE DRONE WATCHES IMPASSIVELY. THE BUCKET MARKED WITH A RED HEART IS FILLED. THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN TO SHOW THE SWIRL OF COLORS MIXING.] 99< [If a troll is only able to fill a single pail then the material is not wasted. It will be put to use the same as the rest. However, with only flushed or pitch material added to the slurry, it is unlikely that any grub will take on the genotype of the donator.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: TIME HAS RUN OUT. THE FRUSTRATED DRONE STANDS UP FROM THE COUCH AND LUNGES TOWARDS THE HALF-DRESSED, BREATHLESS COUPLE. IT RIPS EACH APART AS EASILY AS TISSUE PAPER. THE SCREAMS DO NOT LAST LONG. IT SLAMS EACH CORPSE AGAINST THE FLOOR, OVER AND OVER, UNTIL THE BODIES ARE UNRECOGNIZABLE MUSH. IT PICKS UP THE FILLED PAIL. IT PAUSES FOR A MOMENT, THEN DAINTILY PICKS UP ONE OF THE IGNORED TEA CUPS. IT DOWNS IT IN ONE GULP, PICKS UP THE REMAINING PAIL, THEN FLIES STRAIGHT UPWARDS, BURSTING OUT THE CEILING.] 99< [The single mate of such an unfortunate troll becomes collateral damage. Being able to work with others is not enough on its own. One must also be able to choose their associates wisely. It does one no good to associate with antisocial elements. Thus, both trolls are removed from the gene pool.] 99< [That will be all for now. The next video will showcase how genetic material is turned into the incestuous slurry we all know and love, and how a mother grub transforms this into new young. As always, questions, comments, and feedback below are most welcome. I have been your host, Head Archivist Zervar Burouh.] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #Continus-IV #Poachers #FilialPails #ImperialDrones #Pheromones #GeneticMaterial #IncestuousSlurry #NSFW #Violence #Gore] Őoo
The Demoness and ðe Empress [ðe screen lights.] [Enter a tall crown. honk. ] [Enter a fuchsia with a knife too large for her hand. heheh. ] Voice: Once, the sea owned everyðing. Empress: Naturally. heheh. Voice: And once, a girl crawled out of somewhere worse. Demoness: Naturally. Empress: You are very small. heheh. Demoness: So is a needle. Empress: I have ships. Demoness: I have time. Empress: I have armies. honk. Demoness: I have already met ðeir grandchildren. [ðe crown turns slightly. heheh. ] Empress: ðat is rude. honk. Demoness: I learned from queens. honk. [The Empress draws a spear. heheh. The Demoness draws a thread. heheh. ] Empress: What is that? Demoness: ðe end. heheh. Empress: Of me? Demoness: Of something. heheh. [They circle. honk. ] Voice: The Empress struck first, because Empresses often do. heheh. [The spear crosses the screen. honk. The Demoness is gone. heheh. ] Empress: Coward. honk. Demoness: Behind you. [ðe Empress turns. The Demoness is gone again. honk. ] Demoness: Before you. honk. [ðe Empress strikes forward. honk. Nothing bleeds. honk. ] Demoness: Beside you. [ðe Empress strikes beside herself. heheh. ðe screen tears slightly. honk. ] Voice: This annoyed ðe Empress. Empress: Stand still. honk. Demoness: I did. heheh. Later. honk. Empress: Fight correctly. heheh. Demoness: I am. heheh. Empress: You are making a mockery of imperial combat. honk. Demoness: No. I brought one with me. honk. [A tiny clown puppet enters, claps once, and leaves. heheh. ] [The Empress stares.] Empress: Was that necessary? Demoness: No. [ðey clash.] [For a moment, the screen shows two shadows: one vast, one thin. honk. ] [Then the ðin shadow cuts the vast one’s ðroat. honk. ] [Then ðe vast shadow drowns ðe ðin one.] [Then both shadows stand again. heheh. ] Voice: Such ðings happen in royal disputes. Empress: You cannot kill me. honk. Demoness: I noticed. heheh. Empress: Can I kill you? Demoness: You will notice. honk. [ðe Empress grips the Demoness by the throat.] Empress: I should have drowned you when you were born. honk. Demoness: You were busy. heheh. Empress: Doing what? Demoness: Becoming inevitable. [The Demoness smiles. honk. ] Demoness: It took up your whole life. [The Empress tightens her hand. heheh. ] [The Demoness cuts one finger.] [ðe sea recoils. heheh. ] Empress: Little thing. Demoness: Old thing. Empress: Wicked ðing. honk. Demoness: Useful thing. honk. [ðe Empress throws her down. heheh. ] [ðe Demoness lands badly. honk. ] Voice: ðe audience should laugh here, if it wants to remain comfortable. [Pause. honk. ] Voice: Thank you. honk. [ðe Demoness rises. honk. ] Empress: What do you want? Demoness: To lose properly. heheh. Empress: That is not an answer. Demoness: It is the only honest one. heheh. [The Demoness ties her ðread around the Empress’s wrist. heheh. ] Empress: What is this? Demoness: A reminder. honk. Empress: Of what? Demoness: ðat even a hand on the ðrone can be led. honk. [ðe Empress breaks ðe ðread. honk. ] [ðe mark remains. heheh. ] Empress: I will forget you. heheh. Demoness: No. honk. Empress: I will erase you. heheh. Demoness: No. Empress: I will make you into a story no one believes. Demoness: Better. heheh. [ðe Demoness bows. heheh. ] Demoness: Stories get ðrough small doors. [The Empress raises her spear.] [The lamp gutters. heheh. ] [For one instant, the Demoness’s shadow is larger ðan the crown. heheh. ] [Then ðe screen goes dark. honk. ] Voice: ðe Empress won. honk. [Pause. heheh. ] Voice: ðis is what the records say. honk. [A little knife appears at the bottom of the screen. honk. ] Voice: ðe knife disagrees. heheh. [End. honk. ]
yes.that.would.be.perfect,.just.high.enough.to.register.as.a.mediculler. thank.you.again
I am always aspiring to new heights of power, but I guess I hope that my friends stop getting into miscellaneous bullshittery. I HAVE been to Alternia. I used to like... go there to visit people and party and stuff.
CHITTR HANDLE: @chillerAficionado YOUR MESSAGE: I was just wondering if you had any hobbies outside of the Felt business? Or is it a sort of, I'm doing it all the time forever and ever situation? ARE YOU LOOKING FOR WORK: ANOTHER EMPLOYED TROLL. MANY HAPPY RETURNS. TO YOU AND YOUR COWORKERS. OR STAFF. OR CAPTIVES. DO YOU WANT ME CARNALLY: I don't want anyone carnally, but I do find you aesthetically pleasing. I HAVE MANY HOBBIES. #KILLING. #VIOLENCE. #TIMETRAVEL. #MEANINGLESSEX. #MEANINGLESSDANCING. #MEANINGLESSHEISTS. I LIKE GOING TO ANCIENT ALTERNIA. TO SEE THEM THROW TROLLS IN THE STRIPEBEAST PIT. YOU CAN'T FIND ANYTHING LIKE IT ANYMORE. I LIKE GOING TO THE FAR FUTURE. BECAUSE IT'S ALWAYS DIFFERENT. OR THE END OF TIME. WHICH IS ALWAYS QUIET. I LIKE CLOWN RAVES. THERE IS ALMOST NO #SUBSTANCE I WON'T DO FOR FUN. I LIKE WATCHING TROLLS CRY. AND THOSE VIDEOS OF EXPENSIVE DOLLS WITH A HUNDRED LITTLE JOINTS GETTING TAKEN APART AND REPAIRED. AND PUZZLES.
hop...hop...hop...hop...(^ . ^ ❀) https://file.garden/aelVJgRZYyZ0NkRu/philbert%20bouncijng%20gif.gif
c< driNKiNg straigHt siMple syrup, NOtHiN 2 Mix it witH Or aNytHiNg liKe tHat >c
[[ Sometimes I'm worried that Philox comes off as stupid or simple minded, I don't want to do them injustice when they're a very curious and intuitive little critter that has a wealth of knowledge on subjects, but also crave to learn of things in general. sigh my philbert,,,,]] #OOC
⧃ I will lead this lusus out of the office and direct it to the emptier part of the city from outside, but helping it beyond that would do more harm than good for its grub. A lusus must be capable of the responsibilities it has, or its grub will not survive for long.
⧃ That is a good idea.
Hey, I've still got it in my old age.
Sisyphus ass gif.
For #FishingFriday, I've got a Seadweller on my list. Fun.
Stop feeding lowbloods to Hivemind News. They will not accept anyone below indigo and we know this. They're just going to kill anyone they deem unfit. Either shut them down yourself or stop encouraging them. #directposting
In light of the #nsfw posting I will post a reminder on behalf of many municipal clinics. If you frequently engage in sexual intercourse with unfamiliar partners, or your partners do, it is recommended that you engage in periodic STI screening. While we would all like not to think about such things, catching and treating STIs early and being aware of how they spread is an important tool in public health.
Y0ud l00k s0 much prettier if y0u smiled
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i am being assaulted on all sides and most senses by naked figurwes parwading themselves left and rwight and i am unforwtunately unable to stop clicking the spoilerwed images because therwe could be anything behind therwe like a cute purwrwbeast but they arwe not using that worwd corwrwectly because i am not seeing purwrwbeasts and instead grwoss human parwts but in a genderw neutrwal way wherwe it is simply disgusting in a way that is agnostic to whateverw sex is designated
There seems to be a large amo(_)nt of cosmic beings attracted to @chillerAficionado Does he have something that they want?
Fuck yes.
~~~~~~~~ Good dawn, trolls and otherwise. Discover the stories, myths, and tales that came before you. Pay attention. The depths do not forget. Likewise, you should know better than to be negligent.
Reminder to take your night time medication if you have any.
~~~~~~~~ ((OOC: TL:DR and info at the bottom!)) Let me tell you a story. Long ago for all but the eldest of trolls, there was a collector. His name does not matter. His bloodline does not matter. His caste matters only for it lent him undeserved power. He used that power to gather a great many things that took his fancy; jewellery, relics both fabled and not, beautiful things, powerful things, curiosities of all kinds. One night, whilst the pink moon was full, he decided to follow a tale he had heard of a hidden hoard of treasure. He cared not for the curse said to have been laid in protection. He cared not for the reticence of his crew, both indentured and there by choice. He cared for nothing but his own greed. One night, whilst the pink moon was full and the seas were still, he brought his ship to a great spire of stone; the remains of once-grand mountain. Now only a shard remained. He weighed anchor and brought his ship to a halt. He sent some of his crew into a cave at the base of the spire to retrieve the treasure, and when they called to the ship the news of its discovery, he joined them on the stony shore. He had the honour of becoming the first ensnarement when the song rose up from the deep to wind through his mind. It called to him. It told him: there is a greater treasure to collect. It told him: come here, for there is something you dearly want. His boots met the waves and he plunged down beneath, unheeding of his crew. It told him: hello, Collector. I’ve been waiting for you. And then the singing stopped. A very specific cruelty. He had time to realise what he’d found. He had time to try and scream before his limbs turned to stone, his flesh hardening against his will to flee, for he knew he could not win this fight. One night, whilst the pink moon was full, they say the collector was stolen by a siren. They say it turned his bones to stone and froze his limbs in place. They say it let him sink in the sea and watch from below as it sung his crew into its clutches and paralysed them too. They say it let him watch as it tore them apart. They say it finally curled around him and let him beg. They say it smiled and sung in glee as it broke his ribcage in twain and ate his pusher in front of him, slowly. They say it rendered his grand ship to sticks and took the treasure for itself. They say it was a mertroll. They say it was a siren with a paralytic prowess. They say dulling your hearing will not save you. They say using a weapon will not help you. They say it comes up from the depths and roams the oceans of Alternia. They say if it catches you, it will eat you. They say its name is The Physalia. Hello. ((This account will contain #violence, #gore, #death, #nsfw, #nsfwe, and #cannibalism. The Physalia is a seadweller who has spent much of their life in Alternia's oceans. Something of a legend, they are one of the many dangers facing trolls on the planet; if The Physalia catches someone, they will paralyse and eat said troll, taking any valuables for their own benefit. Their voice is rumoured to have hypnotic qualities. The Physalia is a mutant, having a fish tail instead of legs, but does not seem worried about being culled. They spend their time exploring shipwrecks and underwater hives; their lair is a cave system hidden in one of the deepest trenches on Alternia. DMs open both IC and OOC!))
Despite popular opinion, I am actually only the PR manager for like 5 Striders. The rest of them are entirely on their own.
Observations post 2: People on this site seem to be (_)nder the impression that a "game" can end worlds and grant powers? Odd. Nyrita seems to be passing this knowledge to the others here. There appears to be two Caspers. Clones? The ones that are named Eridan seem to be the weakest of the b(_)nch here. First to be killed in a fight most likely.
I know I can always count on fellow hemoanons to chip in when the subject of anonymity comes up. We are actually a hivemind. That was a joke. We aren't.
Things I have noted abo(_)t this website so far: Everyone talks abo(_)t their desires very openly and witho(_)t fear. This worries me a bit. There is a large amo(_)nt of "Clowns" here. So far I have not seen a single joke from one. The gro(_)p called the "Felt" seem to be either worshiped on some level or despised by a large amo(_)nt of (_)sers. There is a (_)ser called Chchow on this site. They seem to have a b(_)nch of friends j(_)dging by the symbol or badge as I have now learned. There seems to be "Cosmic Level" events on here. The (_)ser known as Casper also seems to have many friends despite his badges. I'm thinking it's j(_)st for show.
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⊹ Remember; bad times are just times t#at are bad. #qu0te #beasttraversing ⊹
B33 < sometimes i get annoyed and type up a whole post then i take a d33p breath and delete the whole thing beclaws i CAN and WILL choose to be bettpurr than my impulses sometimes
i know i'm usually a pity slut but you don't need to diamonds those ones i'm a strong independent saturn that don't need no cueball money
everyday someone new decides to get down on they knees and polish a white dudes cuestick with their tongue and we all gotta youtube thumbnail react to it every dam time? #dashwatching
As I watch, I feel some of you should not be allowed to be left to your own devices. #dashwatching #cryogenicthoughts
○ ● ○ ╰( ◕ ◡ ◕ )╯ _|| ||_ WICKED RHYME2 3:05 "let them be buried, BURIED ALIVE. in their 2uit2, IN THEIR TIE2." - Elder Garneau #2cripture #clurch ○ ● ○
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Oh! thAt Is EAsy :) sAcrAmEnt 2:14 “And nOw Only thEsE thrEE rEmAIn, mIrth, jEst, And blOOdlUst. bUt thE grEAtEst Of thEm All Is mIrth”
~~~just fQund Qut that my favQrite mQvie Qf all time is called "the thing" in human sQciety? that's, like, way better than Qur title fQr it! anyway, @eccentricExhibitiQnist and i are watchin' it.~~~ #thething #mQvies
Threw ★ drink into The Corner, hopefully corner m★n likes it
As you all know, depending on what planet you live on and which version of said planet, it can be disadvantageous to be public with any disabilities you may have. Do not let feeling left out trick you into risking anything, trust those who you trust and do not let peer pressure force you to trust anyone else. Keep yourself safe. We are celebrating your survival as well.
/i'm actua𝐋𝐋y hyperab𝐋ed cuz i got 1 more sightho𝐋e than the average dude but 𝐋owk it don't do shiet but fr fr shout out to my b𝐋ind homies u guys r a𝐋ways in queue n ur a𝐋ways p𝐋aying shit 𝐋ike soraka top 𝐋o𝐋o𝐋o𝐋
Happy Disabiłity Pride Mønth. If anyøne tries tø give yøu shit før it, just tełł them the truth: they cøułd end up this way tøø. At any møment. Sø instead øf całłing the drønes øn yøur łøcał crippłe, maybe mind yøur øwn business.
(( Got all the references for this profile switched off of Imgur at last 🎉
I feell llike some of you shoulld be more cautious about publliclly acknowlledging disabillity. I am dead, and when I yet llived, I was shiellded from consequence by a viollet who had use for me. My descendant has llived as a Hermit for their entire llife. I certainlly hope all of you have a pllan of dealling with inquisitive drones.
Cast: cleanse.
A month for pr-de -n d-sab-l-ty. Qua-nt. - adm-t - largely just hate the l-m-tat-ons of my wretched corpus. But -'m sure some people have reason to be proud.
((AND 2 TAKE DA EDGE OFF #substance https://file.garden/aVIln_Qn93xoMwYZ/rioweedmeme.png
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I arrived in a dress. It was the first time in a very long time that I had worn one. The last time was my Sieteñera. I still remember Dillodad coming up from his resting hole to celebrate. I was a measly seven sweeps old then. That was the last time I wore a dress. So, really, it was about time I put one on again. It made me feel young. Beautiful, even. Or close enough to beautiful that I could pretend without feeling too foolish. I was there to see her. See, I was something of an underground sort by then. Officially speaking, I had been shuffled out of the game of life by the Empress’s drones. Removed from the paperwork. Removed from the count. Removed from the kind of future a troll is supposed to have. Then, in my second life, I got a second chance. I went by a few names. My title was the Contract Hiveseer. I provided maintenance drones and instructed construction on larger-scale projects in the Ash Warrens of the Rust Districts. But the name that stuck was Anikah Cikuto. Dillodad gave me that one. I know. I am an ancient troll in her final molts. I am old enough to know better than to be precious about names, dresses, and little ceremonies from a life that technically ended a long time ago. But I am still a girl. And I am still vain. Latching onto the younger name made me feel younger. Prettier. Like the dress did. Anyway. I was there to see her. You would have loved her. She was a limeblood, yes, and a hectic sort. Her primary job at the time was being a communications line. A living telegram machine, effectively. Except the machine was sapient. The machine understood. The machine remembered who sent what, who lied, who begged, who sent orders with trembling hands, and who quietly changed three words in a transmission because three words were enough to save a life. Or end one. So she was always on edge. Always listening. Always a thousand steps ahead of me, especially that night. She led our dance. She whispered under her breath. I suppose I should explain the event. It was called the Limelight. A grand showcase of limeblood societal and cultural impact across Alternia. Art, music, engineering, theater, medicine, historical contributions, all polished up and placed beneath expensive glass. Excessively bankrolled, too. Especially by the Empire. It was supposed to ease tensions between the Empire and the Limebloods. A ruse, naturally. But a good ruse. It got some butts in seats. It got cameras pointed at limebloods without rifles attached to them. It got highbloods smiling at exhibits they would have ordered burned a perigee earlier. It got officials to say words like preservation and unity and heritage while standing close enough to the truth that it could have bitten them. And oh, she hated it. Not loudly. Loud hatred gets catalogued. Loud hatred gets vanished. She hated it with her teeth together. She hated it while smiling. She hated it while taking my hand and turning me beneath light so bright I could see every seam in the lie. “You look pretty,” she told me. I told her she looked dangerous. She laughed like I had given her the better compliment. There was music playing. Some old lime arrangement dressed up with imperial strings, made respectable for the people who needed beauty to wear a collar before they could admire it. I remember the floor. White stone, polished badly. I remember the banners. Green, gold, and enough purple to remind everyone who had paid for the evening. I remember the smell of hot lights and incense and old fear hiding underneath perfume. Mostly, I remember her hand on my waist. She leaned close and said, “Do not react.” So I did not. That was how I knew something was wrong. She kept smiling. She kept leading. She kept murmuring numbers under the music. Not words. Numbers. Frequencies. Gate timings. Drone rotations. Evacuation intervals. I was old enough, even then, to understand when a dance was not a dance. The Limelight was not a celebration. It was a map. Every exhibit hall was a checkpoint. Every performance was timed to cover movement. Every speech drew attention away from an exit. Every server, musician, courier, technician, and underpaid little usher with lime eyes was part of something larger than the Empire had paid for. And there I was. In my dress. Feeling young and beautiful and terribly, terribly late to the point. She squeezed my hand once. That meant listen. She squeezed twice. That meant remember. Then she smiled at some imperial attaché over my shoulder and said, soft as silk, “When the lights go out, Anikah, you go left.” I asked her what would happen if I went right. Her smile did not change. “Then I will have to forgive you posthumously.” Funny girl. Awful girl. Wonderful girl. The lights did go out. Not all at once. They dimmed in sections, like eyelids closing around the room. First the western gallery. Then the mezzanine. Then the main hall, where the great imperial sponsor plaque stood shining above a display of limeblood innovations the Empire had spent generations pretending did not exist. For one breath, everyone was beautiful in the dark. Then the screaming started. Not from the limebloods. That is what I remember most. They moved with such calm. Such practice. Such bitter, rehearsed grace. While the guests panicked, they slipped between them like messages through wire. I went left. Of course I went left. I was vain, not stupid. Still, I looked back. She was standing in the middle of the floor, her hand raised to her ear, listening to something only she could hear. Then she looked at me. Even through the dark, I knew she was smiling. That was the last time I saw her alive. Or, well. Alive in the simple way. You learn, after long enough, that life has categories. Official life. Practical life. Remembered life. Life as a name on a document. Life as a voice in a wire. Life as a girl in a dress, being told where to run by another girl who already knows she is not going to. I survived that night. A lot of us did. More than the Empire intended. Fewer than she wanted. That is usually how heroism works, I think. Nobody gets what they want. A few people get what they need. The dead get turned into symbols, and the survivors get very tired. I kept the dress. Not because it was pretty, though it was. I kept it because there was a tiny burn along the hem from where a drone bolt struck the floor beside me. I kept it because one sleeve was torn where someone grabbed me and I pulled away. I kept it because, for a few minutes, I had been young again. And because she saw me that way. Not as a relic. Not as a contract. Not as a useful dead woman with paperwork problems. A girl. Anikah Cikuto. Pretty in a dress. Running left when told. #cw-death #cw-political-violence #cw-imperial-violence #cw-limeblood-persecution #cw-massacre-implied #cw-grief #cw-trauma #cw-survivor-guilt #cw-violence-mention
.•° see soMething on the tiMeline you just really wish you didn't? ... this isn't an offer this tiMe actually. i'M just relating to soMe of the More norMal people around here.
BLACK TEXT. WHITE INK. ANYONE CAN UTILIZE THESE TOOLS. WE ARE PRIMED. TO TRUST HUE-LESS TEXT. BUT. THERE IS ALWAYS AN AUTHOR. ALWAYS AN AGENDA. ALWAYS AN ANGLE. A NARRATOR HAS EXACTLY AS MUCH POWER AS IS GIVEN.
Your important reminder that life is far too short. It is VITAL you ragebait that Strider.
Told you.
B33 < vibes
Always pleasant to see more anons on the site. Perhaps one day we might outweigh the others. Hah. Joking. I know that won't happen. but could you imagine? It would be a very grey site.
as an olive i can't do shit i am genetically fodder and vvould probably get culled on sight the only thing that could be done is potentially building up an army or making connections into circles of lavv enforcers to vvork vvith me or something and that just isn't viable i do vvhat i can as an individual to keep the environment around me as clean as i can but ultimately that is a change that needs to be carried out on a much bigger scale
im gonna continue my goal of being funny on purpy*. *(cool new way of saying purpose i saw)
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