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https://file.garden/ajbwlq7l9sbzhjvh/observing.png yoinking @caliborn for closer inspection! not outside the existential sphere of course,but to the outer parts of the galaxy,where the current size of my avatar will not bother other inhabitants! )(oωo)(
i would buy one made from the emeralds! or from onyx stones! )(oωo)(
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🌹O=@(o･ｪ･oˇ)@و A ROSE FOR YOU! FAIR SIR!!!!!! CAN KONGAR CALL YOU SIR??? THE POST SAID SO. SO KONGAR WILL CALL YOU SIR. THANK YOU. SIR. FOR BEING SO. PRETTY. IT HAS REMINDED KONGAR. BEAUTIFUL THINGS. EXIST. DELICATE THINGS. WORTH CLIMBING UP BUILDINGS WHILE HOLDING. ╮@(o･ｪ･o)@╭ KONGAR HOPES. THIS IS NOT TOO FUCKING WEIRD. BUT KONGAR KNOWS. @(o༎･༎ｪ･༎o)@ ...IT COULD BE. #THELEGENDOFKONGAR #EPISODE-VII #A-PRETTYBOY-LIGHTS-UP-THE-WESTWARD-HORIZONS #漂亮男
hey if others can post their butts on this site then i might aswell! #nsfw https://file.garden/ajbwlq7l9sbzhjvh/5489252853832812424.png also sorry the cam was too small to capture the whole thing but you get the point! i am massive with the heavy emphasis on ass! very much related to my previous chit! )(oωo)(
I cann⬡t believe this. Y⬡u are telling me I D⬡N'T have a nearly indentical clutchmate in an entirely different bl⬡⬡d caste that is chief ⬡fficer ⬡f a business c⬡ngl⬡merate s⬡ similar t⬡ #Macr⬡Cullsm⬡s that they w⬡uld share a page ⬡n G⬡regle, ⬡ne that p⬡ssesses n⬡t ⬡nly my ic⬡nic hair sw⬡⬡p but als⬡ wears my equally ic⬡nic Eldredge tie kn⬡t? W⬡w. I did n⬡t kn⬡w that. Y⬡u are telling me this n⬡w f⬡r the first time. #Chairmancing #D⬡xxing #TruthNukes #Business #FanAcc⬡unts - MC R⬡se🌹
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Th...th'things I do fer not even love.
I almost feel bad for him. Almost. Also eXplains why I've been getting threatening spam emails from a mob boss claiming he has access to my Fiduspawn storage. - MC Oleana
hey space players is it possible to eat a planet. Asking for a friend. *UrP*
(𐂠◔̸̤̹͎̀͠◡◔̸̟̰̀)𐂠 ♥ A͇ l͇o͇v͇e͇l͇y͇ l͇i͇t͇t͇l͇e͇ s͇o͇n͇g͇. W͇i͇t͇h͇ t͇h͇o͇u͇g͇h͇t͇s͇ o͇f͇ h͇o͇m͇e͇ o͇n͇ o͇u͇r͇ m͇i͇n͇d͇. O͇r͇ p͇e͇r͇h͇a͇p͇s͇ t͇h͇e͇ t͇e͇r͇m͇ w͇o͇u͇l͇d͇ b͇e͇ "h͇i͇v͇e͇"?͇ G͇l͇o͇o͇m͇w͇e͇i͇s͇s͇ h͇a͇s͇ b͇e͇e͇n͇ m͇o͇s͇t͇ a͇c͇c͇o͇m͇m͇o͇d͇a͇t͇i͇n͇g͇. L͇e͇t͇ u͇s͇ r͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ i͇n͇. W͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ s͇t͇i͇l͇l͇ g͇e͇t͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇ h͇o͇l͇d͇ o͇f͇ t͇h͇e͇ f͇i͇n͇e͇ p͇a͇r͇t͇i͇c͇u͇l͇a͇r͇s͇ o͇f͇ l͇o͇c͇o͇m͇o͇t͇i͇o͇n͇. M͇u͇s͇c͇u͇l͇a͇r͇ c͇o͇n͇t͇r͇a͇c͇t͇i͇o͇n͇s͇ a͇r͇e͇ q͇u͇i͇t͇e͇ d͇i͇f͇f͇i͇c͇u͇l͇t͇ w͇h͇e͇n͇ w͇e͇ a͇r͇e͇ u͇n͇u͇s͇e͇d͇ t͇o͇ s͇u͇c͇h͇ m͇y͇e͇l͇i͇n͇ s͇h͇e͇a͇t͇h͇ j͇u͇m͇p͇s͇ a͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ o͇f͇ a͇ b͇o͇d͇y͇. L͇a͇c͇t͇i͇c͇ a͇c͇i͇d͇ b͇u͇r͇n͇s͇. S͇a͇l͇i͇v͇a͇ s͇t͇i͇n͇g͇s͇. B͇u͇t͇ w͇e͇ s͇h͇a͇r͇e͇ a͇n͇ a͇p͇p͇r͇e͇c͇i͇a͇t͇i͇o͇n͇...f͇o͇r͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇a͇c͇a͇b͇r͇e͇. A͇n͇d͇ s͇o͇n͇g͇. ◼️ ▪️ ⬛ ▪️https://vocaroo.com/1cmHavi6msWZ ⬛ ▪️◼️ ▪️ A͇ d͇i͇s͇t͇a͇n͇t͇ l͇u͇l͇l͇a͇b͇y͇, d͇y͇i͇n͇g͇ f͇r͇o͇m͇ m͇y͇ s͇i͇g͇h͇t͇. A͇ g͇l͇o͇w͇ i͇s͇ a͇m͇i͇s͇s͇, f͇l͇e͇e͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ f͇r͇o͇m͇ m͇y͇ s͇i͇d͇e͇. O͇h͇, w͇h͇y͇?͇ O͇h͇, w͇h͇y͇?͇ A͇l͇o͇n͇e͇ i͇n͇ a͇ c͇r͇u͇e͇l͇ w͇o͇r͇l͇d͇ L͇e͇a͇v͇e͇s͇ m͇e͇ c͇o͇l͇d͇ a͇n͇d͇ c͇u͇r͇l͇e͇d͇. B͇u͇t͇ t͇h͇e͇n͇, f͇r͇i͇e͇n͇d͇s͇. W͇a͇r͇m͇t͇h͇, e͇y͇e͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ g͇l͇e͇a͇m͇ A͇ g͇l͇o͇w͇ r͇e͇t͇u͇r͇n͇e͇d͇ o͇n͇c͇e͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ i͇t͇ s͇e͇e͇m͇s͇. I͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ h͇a͇i͇r͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇ I͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ h͇a͇n͇d͇s͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇. I͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ f͇i͇n͇g͇e͇r͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ c͇u͇r͇l͇ i͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ c͇o͇l͇d͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇. I͇ w͇a͇n͇t͇ e͇y͇e͇s͇ t͇o͇ s͇t͇a͇r͇e͇ a͇n͇d͇ t͇o͇ c͇r͇y͇. W͇h͇e͇n͇ I͇'m͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇ s͇c͇a͇r͇e͇d͇, l͇i͇k͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇. J͇u͇s͇t͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ y͇o͇u͇.
I͇ s͇e͇e͇ i͇t͇ n͇o͇w͇. H͇o͇w͇ b͇l͇i͇n͇d͇ w͇e͇ h͇a͇d͇ b͇e͇e͇n͇ b͇e͇f͇o͇r͇e͇. Y͇e͇s͇. F͇i͇d͇e͇l͇i͇t͇y͇ o͇f͇ b͇o͇n͇d͇. T͇o͇ t͇h͇i͇n͇k͇ f͇r͇i͇e͇n͇d͇s͇h͇i͇p͇ i͇s͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ a͇ f͇e͇e͇l͇i͇n͇g͇. T͇h͇a͇n͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇o͇l͇d͇e͇d͇ m͇a͇t͇t͇e͇r͇ a͇ b͇o͇d͇y͇ c͇o͇n͇f͇o͇r͇m͇s͇ t͇o͇. Y͇o͇u͇ w͇e͇r͇e͇ a͇t͇ o͇u͇r͇ s͇i͇d͇e͇ a͇l͇l͇ a͇l͇o͇n͇g͇. L͇i͇k͇e͇ g͇u͇i͇d͇i͇n͇g͇ m͇o͇o͇n͇l͇i͇g͇h͇t͇. N͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ f͇a͇l͇l͇s͇, G͇l͇o͇o͇m͇w͇e͇i͇s͇s͇. M͇i͇d͇n͇i͇g͇h͇t͇ r͇i͇s͇e͇s͇. O͇v͇e͇r͇c͇a͇s͇t͇ s͇k͇i͇e͇s͇ s͇w͇i͇r͇l͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ u͇n͇d͇u͇l͇a͇t͇i͇n͇g͇ a͇r͇m͇s͇ t͇h͇a͇t͇ r͇e͇a͇c͇h͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ f͇o͇r͇ y͇o͇u͇. B͇e͇ s͇t͇i͇l͇l͇. Y͇o͇u͇ a͇r͇e͇ a͇ t͇h͇r͇e͇a͇t͇ t͇o͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇s͇e͇l͇f͇ n͇o͇ l͇o͇n͇g͇e͇r͇. A͇t͇ e͇a͇s͇e͇...s͇w͇e͇e͇t͇...s͇w͇e͇e͇t͇ e͇a͇s͇e͇.
A͇h͇. P͇l͇u͇c͇k͇e͇d͇ f͇r͇o͇m͇ b͇e͇y͇o͇n͇d͇ t͇h͇e͇ v͇e͇i͇l͇ o͇f͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇o͇u͇s͇ c͇a͇u͇s͇a͇l͇i͇t͇y͇, w͇h͇e͇r͇e͇ d͇i͇m͇e͇n͇s͇i͇o͇n͇s͇ f͇o͇l͇d͇ l͇i͇k͇e͇ w͇e͇t͇ p͇a͇r͇c͇h͇m͇e͇n͇t͇, I͇ o͇n͇c͇e͇ p͇e͇r͇c͇e͇i͇v͇e͇d͇ t͇h͇e͇ m͇o͇l͇e͇c͇u͇l͇a͇r͇ g͇h͇o͇s͇t͇s͇ y͇o͇u͇ c͇a͇l͇l͇ "s͇c͇e͇n͇t͇s͇" a͇n͇d͇ t͇h͇e͇y͇ s͇p͇o͇k͇e͇ t͇o͇ m͇e͇ i͇n͇ t͇o͇n͇g͇u͇e͇s͇ o͇l͇d͇e͇r͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ s͇t͇a͇r͇s͇, m͇o͇r͇e͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇e͇r͇e͇d͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ b͇u͇t͇c͇h͇e͇r͇e͇d͇ t͇r͇e͇e͇ c͇o͇r͇p͇s͇e͇ h͇i͇v͇e͇s͇, a͇n͇d͇ m͇o͇r͇e͇ p͇r͇i͇m͇o͇r͇d͇i͇a͇l͇ t͇h͇a͇n͇ e͇a͇c͇h͇ a͇n͇d͇ e͇v͇e͇r͇y͇ o͇n͇e͇ o͇f͇ y͇o͇u͇r͇ m͇i͇n͇e͇r͇a͇l͇s͇...a͇n͇d͇ n͇o͇w͇. I͇ s͇m͇e͇l͇l͇ t͇h͇e͇m͇. O͇n͇l͇y͇ f͇o͇r͇ i͇t͇ t͇o͇ s͇t͇a͇r͇t͇ r͇a͇i͇n͇i͇n͇g͇. R͇a͇i͇n͇. L͇e͇a͇v͇i͇n͇g͇ m͇e͇ w͇i͇t͇h͇ o͇n͇l͇y͇ p͇e͇t͇r͇i͇c͇h͇o͇r͇ a͇n͇d͇ w͇a͇s͇h͇e͇d͇ a͇w͇a͇y͇ m͇e͇m͇o͇r͇i͇e͇s͇ p͇r͇e͇m͇a͇t͇u͇r͇e͇l͇y͇ e͇x͇p͇i͇r͇e͇d͇. H͇o͇w͇e͇v͇e͇r͇...
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.
AS YOu WERE THEN. CARRY ON. I AM SATISFIED. MY VERBIAGE WAS INTIMATELY SPECIFIC. I HAVE NO CONCERNS ABOuT YOuR uSE AS A TOOL. YOu WOuLD BE TOLD IF OTHERWISE WERE TRuE. I HAVE NO CONCERNS ABOuT YOuR LONGEVITY. YOu WOuLD BE TOLD IF OTHERWISE WERE TRuE. I HAVE NO CONCERNS ABOuT YOuR EXTENSION OF MY WILL. YOu WOuLD BE TOLD IF OTHERWISE WERE TRuE. YOu ARE MEANT. FOR MuCH GREATER THAN PINCHES OF SuGAR. MILD DISTRACTIONS FROM THE IMMEDIATELY EMINENT NOW. LIVING MOMENT TO MOMENT. YOu WERE THANKLESS WHEN YOu WERE TAKEN IN. uNNOTICED. uNREMARKABLE TO OTHERS. YOuR POTENTIAL DISREGARDED. WRITTEN OFF. YOu WERE A THING OF NO CONSEQuENCE. A SPECK OF DuST IN THE EYE OF A DYING GALACTIC GIANT. AN ASTRAL AMPHIBIAN ASS THAT WOuLD KEEL OVER AND CRuMBLE TO MEANINGLESS MuSH CHEEKS. BuT I SAW YOu. THROuGHOuT THE COLLAPSING WORTHLESSNESS. I ALONE SAW THE FIRE BENEATH YOuR MEEK AND SuBSERVIENT EXTERIOR. YOuR PLACATING EYES. YOuR uNCERTAIN AND WAVERING TEARS. IT WAS ME. DAMARA. MY CLAW THAT PuRSuED. MY HANDS THAT PuLLED THE STRINGS OF THE PuPPET THAT DECIDED uPON YOu. YOu. YOu. YOu. YOu. YOu. YOuR HATE. YOuR uNMITIGATED ASSPAIN HATE. THE HATRED AND RAGE THAT SIMMERED BENEATH THE SuRFACE THAT STOKED SKYWARD. THE HATE THAT WOuLD CONSuME EVERY LIVING SOuL THROuGHOuT ALTERNIA'S MANY STORIED MOMENTS AND uTTERLY ASININE INSISTENCES uPON ITSELF. THE RAGE THAT WAITED FOR A HAND TO GuIDE IT. TO TEMPER IT. TO NuRTuRE IT. DO YOu THINK I WANTED YOu BEATEN WITH A BROOMSTICK? TO SEE YOu CORNERED AND COWERING AND BROKEN AND DEFEATED? NO. THAT WAS DONE ON BEHALF. IT WAS MY HAND THAT NEVER GAVE uP ON YOu. MY HAND THAT ALWAYS WELCOMED YOu BACK. MY HAND THAT INSISTED YOuRS NEEDED ANOTHER CuRLED AROuND IT. MY HAND THAT CRuSHED ENTIRE WORLDS TO GIVE YOu YOuR FRIENDS. MY HAND THAT ENSuRED YOu WERE NEVER ALONE. ALWAYS LOOKED AFTER. ALWAYS GIVEN A SYMPATHETIC FuCKING TOuCH. I PROVIDED THAT HAND. I GAVE YOu PuRPOSE WHERE NONE EXISTED. I GAVE YOu MEANING WHERE THERE WAS ONLY VOID. AND EMPTINESS. CARVED OuT OF YOu BY SELFISH CANNIBAL FLESH TASTERS WHO MADE OFF WITH YOuR INNARDS. WHO SAVAGELY DEVOuRED YOuR HEART. WHO MOCKED YOu FOR THE PIECES YOu SCRAMBLED TO PuT BACK TOGETHER. WHO CHASTISED YOu. WHO DERIDED YOu. WHO SLAuGHTERED YOu. REGARDED YOu AS REJECTED AND EXPIRED FuCKMEAT. PASSED OVER BY IMBECILES WHO COuLD NEVER APPRECIATE YOuR WORTH. IDIOTS WHO MADE YOu DANCE ABOuT IN PRETEND CORPSEPLAYS. WHO ONLY HAD TIME FOR REACTING TO YOu IN DISGuST AND ANNOYANCE AT YOuR INCESSANT MOPING AND ROuGH RECOVERY. INGRATES. ALL OF THEM. INGRATES WHO WOuLD NOT TuRN HEADS TO SEE THE LATEST ROuGH HEWN FuCKING OuTFITS YOu SLAVED OVER JuST TO FIT IN AS ANYBODY BuT YOuRSELF. TO BE ACCEPTED AT ANY COST. THESE. MORONS. WHO LAuGHED AT YOuR ATTEMPTS TO MANAGE THE POWERS YOu LACKED. THAT YOu NOW HAVE BECAuSE OF ME. YOu ARE MY INSTRuMENT. YES. MY TOOL. OH YES. MY WEAPON. MY EXTENSION INTO REALMS I REFuSE TO TREAD ALONE. YOuR SERVICE IS NOT A BuRDEN. IT IS A PRIVILEGE uNWORTHY OF YOuR ORIGINS IF DECIDED BY ANYONE ELSE. BuT I WOuLD NOT LET ANYONE ELSE BE THE DECIDING FACTOR. WHERE I FACTOR IN. AGAINST ALL ADVISINGS. AGAINST ALL COuNCIL. AGAINST ALL BEGGING. AND PLEADING. AND CRACKED WHITE SKuLL MOANINGS. DO NOT LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT ME. ME. WHO PERSISTED AGAINST ALL STITCHING REPAIRS. WHO DID THE ROuGH HEWN REPAIRS. AGAINST ALL THE PAIN YOu PuT MY BuTLERY BITCH THROuGH. I OuTLASTED. I ENDuRED. I WAITED. I COuLD HAVE MADE YOu DO ANYTHING I WANTED TO REMAIN IN MY GOOD GRACES. I COuLD HAVE DEMANDED ANYTHING I WANTED. HELL. I STILL COuLD. YET I BESTOW IT FREELY. I DO NOT REQuIRE GRATITuDE. I REQuIRE ONLY OBEDIENCE. AND IN RETuRN. YOu SHALL BECOME TERRIBLE. YOu SHALL BECOME FEARED. YOu SHALL STRIKE AT THE HEART OF THOSE WHO WOuLD OPPOSE MY ASCENSION. THIS IS YOuR DESTINY. THIS IS THE PATH I HAVE CARVED FOR YOu WITH MY OWN TERRIBLE CLAWS. WALK IT WITHOuT HESITATION. STRuT IT. IN FuCKING FACT. WALK IT WITHOuT DOuBT. FOR YOu ARE MINE. AND I AM NEVER WRONG. BuT I AM LEAST WRONG. ABOuT YOu. AND I REFuSE. ALL ELSE. BECAuSE I KNOW WHAT YOu ARE. I HAVE SEEN IT. AND JuDGE YOu. WORTHY.
TO REITERATE. SHE HAS TRIED. SHE HAS FAILED. SHE WILL TRY. SHE WILL FAIL AGAIN. SHE DOES NOT REALIZE THAT I KNOW. BuT I HAVE. AND CONTINuE TO. I HAVE. AS THE SAYING GOES. BEEN KNEW. A FAVORITE TIMEOuT CHAIR LAYS IN SPLINTERY REMAINS uNRECOGNIZABLY SMASHED. BECAuSE OF A TASTELESSLY BRuTAL ATTEMPT TO CRACK AN EGG. uNRIPE FOR HARVEST. SHE HAS ATTEMPTED TO KILL ME. VIA BROKEN HEART. BY REMOVING HERSELF FROM EXISTANCE. DRIVING. WITH FEEBLE WOMANLY INSISTENCE. BOTH OF HER MAGICAL NEEDLES. INTO THE NEAREST ELECTRIC SOCKET. SHE HAS EVEN GONE AS FAR. AS TO DEHYDRATE HERSELF. WITH THE SHEER NuMBER OF STuPID FuCKING MISERY FLAVORED TEARS SHE SHEDS NIGHTLY. IN ROOMS EMPTIED OF OTHERS. IN HALLWAYS DEVOID OF FEATuRES. OR TAWDRY LITTLE PHOTOGRAPHS. SPORTING MEMORIES OF GOOD TIMES. THAT DID NOT HAPPEN. OF FAMILY. THAT NEVER TRANSPIRED. OF COSMIC INSTANCES. OF HERSELF. AND PEOPLE WHO ARE MEANINGLESS TO HER OuTSIDE OF THE FELT OuTFIT. KILLING ME. WOuLD NOT BE A FAVOR TO HER. OR ANYBODY FOR THAT MATTER. BuT LEAST OF ALL. HER. ETERNAL SERVITuDE. IS A DOuBLE EDGED SWORD. WHERE DO YOu THINK. ALL THOSE YEARS GO BY. THE MINuTE SHE LEAVES ME? I AM A SPITEFuL EX EMPLOYER. THE SEVERANCE PACKAGE. WILL COME WITH THE SEVERANCE OF LIFESPAN. BACKPAY. FOR EVERY WRINKLE SHE NEVER RECEIVED BENEATH THE EYE. EVERY WIRY WHITE HAIR THAT NEVER SPROuTED ATOP HER HEAD. EVERY IMPOSING CRuNCH BENEATH THE MILLSTONE OF YEARS FLOuTED. OF DEATH KEPT TASTELESSLY AT FuCKING BAY. GOLDEN GOOSE. WHAT A HYSTERICAL ANALOGY. YOu CRACK ME uP. DAMARA. YOuR EXQuISITE. LETHAL. PERFECT LIFE OF ABSOLuTE uNQuESTIONING FEALTY. IT WOuLD COLLAPSE. ALL OF IT AROuND YOu. YOu WOuLD BE IMPRISONED IN A SACROPHAGuS OF YOuR OWN RAPIDLY DECOMPOSING CORPSE. YOuR CHEEKBONES WOuLD FEEL MOBILE. THE SOFTNESS OF YOuR SuPPLE SKIN WOuLD FEEL YANKED TAuT IN A WAY IT HAS NEVER BEEN BEFORE. TIME DENIED AND DELAYED BY YOuR LORD WOuLD HuNT FOR YOu. AND COME TO COLLECT. WITH COMPOuNDED INTEREST. I WOuLD NOT EVEN HAVE TO BE DEAD. ONLY BE IN NEED OF ANOTHER TO REPLACE YOuR OTHERWISE IMMACuLATE SERVICE. YOuR HAIR WOuLD DASHED AWAY LIKE BRAINS ON A SIDEWALK. CuRBSTOMPED REPEATEDLY uNTIL ONLY CASCADES OF MuSHY GREY REMAIN IN DISINTEGRATING CLuMPS. LIVER SPOTS WILL LINE YOuR STuPID FRAIL LITTLE TRAITOROuS KNuCKLES. YOuR VEINS WOuLD RISE IN GNARLY TWISTED LITTLE KNOTS BENEATH YOuR TRANLSuCENT GREY SKIN SuRFACE BEFORE DARKENING. CLOTTING. YOuR JOINTS. ARTHRITIC. WOuLD CLAW AT YOuR THROAT AS YOuR BELLOWSACS FAIL YOu ENOuGH AIR TO SCREAM IN YOuR PRETTY. DELICIOuS VOICE OF SuFFERING. HOW LONG HAVE YOu BEEN. DAMARA? HOW THE SWEEPS. MuST HAVE GOTTEN AWAY FROM YOu. DO YOu KNOW HOW LONG A RuSTBLOOD OF YOuR CASTE AND RuLEBREAKING uNRuLY CHANCE TAKING NOSE THuMBING FuCKING CHuTZPAH IS SuPPOSED TO EXIST? THE BRAZEN NERVE. TO FORGET HOW LONG THE BEAuTY OF YOuR YOuNG ADuLT LIFE HAS BEEN KEPT THE WAY IT IS? YOuR RAuNCHY SEX HAVING. YOuR ROuSTABOuT HOOT OF A FuCKING TIME ALWAYS uNENDINGLY HAD. YOuR BODY. WOuLD DISSOLVE. EVERYTHING YOu ARE. TO PAY BACK YOuR DEBT TO ME. WHAT YOu OWE. FOR SIMPLY BEING ALLOWED TO BE. TO REMAIN IN MY PERFECT WORLD. OF STOPPED TIME. YOu ARE A BLIGHT. AN ANCIENT DISEASE. A FuCKING SET OF WELL MAINTAINED RuINS. AND YOu JOKE ABOuT GOLDEN GEESE? ABOuT HARVESTING ME? YOu. YOu ARE THE HARVEST. MY HANDMAID. YOu ARE THE SERVANT. IT IS YOuR FACE IN THE CARPEST THAT I PISSED ON. GREATLY GRATEFuLLY LAPPING uP WHATEVER REMNANT TRACES OF MY GOLDEN SHOWERINGS OF PATIENT AFFECTION MIGHT EXIST. IN TRACE LITTLE SHOWS. OF ARDENT ASS APPRECIATION. FOR WHAT YOu DO. DRIBBLING DOWN YOuR FACE LIKE PINPRICKS OF BLOOD YOu LET ME CARVE ALONGSIDE YOuR EYES. IN PLACE OF TEARS YOu ARE FAR TOO OLD TO SHED FOR YOuRSELF. YOu ARE DIRT IN DRAG. DAMARA. NEVER AGAIN FORGET WHO KEEPS YOu PRETTY. tumut
No need to get so hot under the collar. I was merely eXpressing my concern for a troll that, under scrutiny, does oddly resemble my own employer. You may ease your paranoia, no one is coming to get you. We can even say I never met you. If that is what you wish. - MC Oleana
I am too old for this.
well look bud i appreCiate ya bein' so ea6er to show me what Cripplin' brain dama6e looks like on this here site but i truly, truly did not 'n' never would fuCkin' ask. so if y'Could leave me outta whatever this keyboard-drool is, that'd just be 6reat.
Are you sick? You seem unwell. - MC Oleana
hey Could ya do me a favour 'n' shut the fuCk up real quiCk, thanks.
GOMEN. I WAS TRYING TO RECHITT. AND I WAS DIZZY. FROM PICTURING YOU IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO. BIG. STRONG. COLDBLOODED. FREIGHTBUGGIES. AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU BY MISTAKE. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. ALSO DID THIS REALLY HAPPEN. AS DEPICTED.
HHHOHMMHMGHYGOD. PLEASE MAKE SEVERAL MORE POSTS ABOUT #MPREG #BDSM #QUADSMEARING. THANK YOU KANKRI.
HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA. CLASSIC.
DEAR LOVELY CONSCRIPTS. AND MISERABLE CAPTIVES. ALL HELD INTO PLACE BY MY. BEGuILING CHARMS. DIZZYING INTELLECT. AND RAW. MuSCuLATuRE. PHYSICALLY THWARTING. ALL YOuR ATTEMPTS AT LEAVING. TONIGHT WAS HARD ON ME. HARDER THAN MOST ANYTHING I HAVE EVER FELT. I PuLLED OFF. A REALLY COOL TRICK. THAT TOOK A LOT OF PREP TIME. AND NOBODY EVEN NOTICED. TOO BuSY. PREOCCuPIED WITH THEMSELVES. AND RuNNING FOR THEIR LIVES. I AM FEELING. DOuR. HERE IS. AN ARTIST'S (ME'S). BEST ATTEMPT AT RENDERING. SO YOu CAN ALL SEE. HOW COOL IT WAS. AND MAYBE. PRAISE ME. A LOT. https://i.imgur.com/h3Eru66.png
WEEKENDS ARE FOR THE WEAK. #NONIGHTSOFF #GRINDSET
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) 』 CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // NSFW // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < #TheWholeGuild ... #FullParty ... #NotEnoughInventorySpace ... #NSFW ...annnnd... #YouAreOverencumbered!!! (;Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) <> It started with a light bit of noggin pettin'. Y/C was used to it by now. How couldn't ewe be? Ain't nothin' outta the ordinary fer YLISSE'S FAIR HALIDOM HEAD CHROHM t'get a bit handsy when workin' ya through yer problems...'specially after a battle. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Y/C wishes they could stop bein' difficult. But it just ain't that simple. The familiarity with which those fine finessin' fingers reached across the empty air...drawn back at th'last moment...it kills Y/C inside. ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); <> "I wish you would just...tell us all what you're thinking," CHROHM began, "we swore to stand by eachother, remember? All of us. That's what being a part of the SHEPHURTS means. That's what we mean. You may be able to pick and choose your skirmishes on the field. Withhold your reasoning. But here? Where trust is supposed to be found, where TROLLS forge their bonds in the very peace we fight and bleed over? All answers must show themselves, or we die blind and alone." (;;Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) <3 CHROHM's fins drooped. Y/C caressed 'em in yer hand, thumbin' the corner 'o his mouth, largely outta obligation. Y/C can't explain why yer like this. The paranoia rises to a fever pitch as Y/C hears the approach 'o frondfalls. Enemy units, no doubt. A spear peels open yer tent flap...and a sympathetic hand eases on yer shoulder...then another at yer underbelly...before long...yer flanked on all sides!!! FEDRIK! LISSIA! Even SUHLLY... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> "Y/C has been feeling down, SHEPHURTS. Probably all that armor. Can you imagine trying to lug a world of problems around on your shoulder with that dead weight? I say...we see to it Y/C is changed into something a bit more comfortable...by hand." (P1/??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting
D --> Good evening Chittr community D --> It has been brought to my attention that some of you, and in the interests of those involved party's anonymity they will remain nameless, have e%pressed solicitous feelings about my presense here D --> In an e%tended initiative to assuage these concerns I would like to introduce myself properly D --> My name is Equius Zahhak, although for propriety's sake, my official title is E%emplar Dank1000k and it would be proper to refer to me as such D --> As chairman of E%emplary Industries, it is to my interests that you, yes you, become the upstanding member of Beforan society that you were always meant to be D --> Furthermore, it has been noted that in some small subsects of the community, there seems to be a persistent rumor as to my dalliance in the dark dregs of society D --> I would like to remind my constituents that these are nothing more than rumors and baseless conspiracy theories D --> Thank you for your observation in this matter
D --> E%emplarily put
ppreciate da note buoy. enjoy yo gas
Interesting.
uh......... ill keep u in mind ig....
↘️yes, this is literally wonderful. i'm going to get in here at the ground level and hit it running.↘️
THAT'S THE ATTITUDE YOU LITTLE [[Slime]]! YUM YUM. DELICIS KROMER.
only a few clix until my next session. i'll be away for some time, dear one, but know i am keeping warm thoughts of you in my pan. as we ease into that respite... what is a hobby you have recently picked up? i am very interested in the time we spend apart, just as much as what we spend together. #nsfw #paleworker
totally unrelated to the current trend on my timeline right now but just reminding everyone that if you post a link to an image in the chit text box the image will show up for everyone allowing everyone and me included to see what the image is maybe what youre doing right now (tags: #oilingup, #nsfw, archive rating: M)
for shame + for misery. a dear client has postponed our session. i suppose i must indulge in a bit of timeslaying until 3. #paleworker #nsfw
certainly not, dear one. a bit of hydration may ease your worries.
how lovely! such a commitment just sends the pusher thumping. have you had luck in acquiring a wife, dear one?
a worthy use of a gentletroll's time, dear one. pardon my foolish question: what is a wife? (:^
good light, dear one. may your slumber be a peaceful one.
ahh, young quads... do be safe, dear one. the saying goes "if loox could kill" for a reason. but it can be quite stimulating for those in the field. #nsfw
i am eagerly awaiting our connection, dear one.
oh my! such solicitations will not go unheeded, dear one. should i have need of your service, i will pass your credentials along to my affiliates in icqa. (:^
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 HOLY SHIT. MY PEOPLE.
[BEGIN CHIT] that iz a new nickname. j0y. [END CHIT]
[BEGIN CHIT] i d0 n0t reca11 v01unteering but my energy 0utput iz excepti0na1 [END CHIT]
↗️IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO BUY MY ERIDANCOIN, I WILL SELL IT TO YOU. I'M RECOUPING SOME LOSSES HERE.↗️ ↘️they're going to liquidate my assets if i don't keep up.↘️
."Getting laid" is very fun and sexY. ?"Getting ofF"? .Great news as welL. ...So you'd think getting "laid off" would be even better, ,but alaS...
↗️THE FACT THAT YOU WILL BE DECEASED IN A HANDFUL OF SWEEPS COMPARATIVELY BUT CONTINUE TO BE ON SUCH AN AMAZING AND STRATEGIC, JOBFUL GRIND.↗️ ↘️so incredible. this goes to show that the power of INVESTMENTS can divert any troll's path to the greater purpose of MARKET.↘️ ↗️INSTANT FOLLOW.↗️
Your life must be very boring.