The Exploiit
@confinedAnomaly
communal account on behalf of The Exploiit, run by Her Duplicitous Sovereign's "Exploiit Enclosure" goldworkers on the Cocytus flagship. he's an old "helmsman" but likes to be involved. he/him, it/its
"frankly? 1 thought h1s lack of post1ng was because he d1ed outr1ght” “1 help a moment of s1lence a few w1pes ago” “or at least 1 th1nk 1t was a few w1pes ago” “1t’s hard to tell how much t1mes passes 1n th1s encapsulat1on” “no wa1t what are you do1ng why are you ch1tt1ng th1s stop that-“"
oh wvwait you can't sit. let me rethink this.
"why d1d he rech1t that, 1t was not meant to be told to the masses 1n the f1rst place"
"1 prefer to lay than to s1t but take your t1me” “what, 1t’s not l1ke 1’m go1ng anywhere"
you may prefer it but is it possible for you? to be laid and strung across another's lap, laid like a delicate bismuth mummy upon the vwery seat of the wvwarm, beating body of a troll wvwho wvwould hold you close? hm?
"1 used to do more than that” “1 do however, cont1nue to be restr1cted from even scratch1ng my nonex1stent nose"
"1’m l1terally try1ng desp1te be1ng fused to a wall, what more do you want from me"
do you wvwant the realistic answvwer or the unrealistic answvwer?
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rumors a my death wvwere... greatly exaggerated. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e2952912eb7c.gif
that wvwas just a joke. i didnt die. im sure no one circulated rumors of that kind. i just took a break from my palmhusk is all.
are you implying i havwe fat fuckin digits or anger issues? they're both true but howvw dare you. i broke it. so wvwhat?
"1f you are truly not 1ll1terate, you can see 1 d1d not accuse you of e1ther, but way to conf1rm 1t for the rest of the onlookers"
it wvwas obvwiously in the sub text, you must learn to see past only wvwhat your eyes showvw you. of wvwhat your attendants read you. wvwhichevwer one of them reading this, do a sarcastic face at them.
"“oh 1 see plenty, 1 just need to get some k1nd of amusement out of 1t every so often” “1 regret to 1nform both you and the attendant that the sarcast1c face attempted was weak sh1t and needs 1mprovement"
curse that attendant. make them cowvwer in shame, howvw dare they bring that wvweak shit wvwhen representing the wvwords a the mighty orphaner.
"the attendant apolog1zes” “and unfortunately we can’t get new ones” “and doubly so 1 can’t super make anyone cower, because aga1n, hashtag my wall” “#mywall”"
"what 1f one of you lad1es went to an event w1th wh1le hav1ng my beaut1ful l1keness 1n a v1deo conference call on one of those small tablet dev1ces" "what do you mean that 1s outs1de of your pay-grade"
"@ardentEpulat1on 1s 1t actually outs1de of the1r paygrade" "leave me alone, 1m allowed to ask th1s""
Pray tell how you might manage to don a disguise to attend a masquerade, even if someone else were to act as your proxy? Sour. Flat.
"one of the lad1es just ment1oned a face f1lter" "naturally, the other two are mad that 1t was ment1oned" "1t doesnt have to be for the masquerade spec1f1cally though""
"hashtag awesome" "#awesome" "no 1 w1ll not reveal who told me about hashtags"
Reasons for which thee shoulld not court me: Not interested Wife is more enchanting
"tell her 1 sa1d h1"
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @callouslycynical you Remember Being Able To Tell When She Was Returning To Hive, From Across Sea And Wave To Her Great Estate Upon The Stormy Cliffs Above Tumultuous Waves. The Region Was Naturally Inclined Towards Ill Weather, Being In Constant Downpour Far More Often Than Not. But By Strange Quirk Of Fate, It Would Always Clear Into Open Skies On The Nights She Came Back To Port. perhaps Others Would Think That Sounded Nice. Warming To The Pusher, Even. But To You, It Was Akin To Jumping Into Cold Seas, Icy And Unwelcoming. For The Weather Did Not Clear Into A Fresh-air Filled With The Scent Of Newly Fallen Rain. It Grew Stagnant. Suffocating. Choking. Her Return Heralded The Sensation Of The World Itself Pushing Down Onto Your Lungs, Tension In Your Shoulders, Urgency In Your Work. You Must Impress Her. Your Swordplay, Immaculate, Your War Simulations, Perfect, Your Strategic Mind, Sharper Than Keenest Knife. and She Was Pleased. She Usually Was. You Were Her Favorite Of All The Trolls Of The Estate, To The Great Ire Of All Else Who Walked It's Halls. Your Swordplay Was Immaculate, Your Tactics, Pinpoint. Your Only Failure Was Your Lack Of Social Graces, Making Your Inclusion In Highblooded Balls And Other Such Gatherings Stilted, But She Did Not Comment Upon It. Never Did She Scold You, Though Her Praise Would Become More Sparse For A Time After Such Occasions, A Withdrawal Of What Little Warmth Was Offered To You. suffocating. Choking. Her Revocation Of Your Acknowledgement Like Hands On Your Throat, Tighter And Tighter Still Was Her Grasp. She Called You Her Child. You Were A Beast, Fangs Honed To Bite At A Word From Her Lips. Sweep After Sweep, The Walls Closed In, And You See Now That You Are Not Within A Hive, A Fortress, A Place To Belong, But A Kennel To Stare Out From And Hope Beyond Hope That She Will Not Lock The Door. it Is Getting Difficult To Breath. #cw-grooming #cw-coercion #cw-abuse #cw-asphyxiation 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 Knows Best ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
Ancient history now. She is llong passed from all existence. A singlle cllaw, I at times still feell at my collar.
I sllept better in llife when the threat of ambush forced the regiments to wake earlly to march, mandating earlly slleep. Without the threat of death, Ironically, my rest is lless consistent.
"you know, poppy syrup or v1olet o1l were good sleep a1ds when noth1ng else worked" "1t was someth1ng you come to know from spend1ng t1me 1n m1ddle altern1a" "well no, not so much now, 1 meant when 1 was much younger and a phys1cal be1ng not attached to a wall"
I am sure many of the common peoplles and otherwise assume that mine cadence and manner of speech is a resullt of a llife and death from a llong since passed time, the llanguage of an era now behind us. An era in which we conducted oursellves in a different fashion, now unfamilliar to the eye of the wriggllers of tonight. There is naught one person that has asked, "What if they are just fucking with us for reall?"
"none of the lad1es bel1eve me when 1 sa1d th1s"
I wonder what was done with my bones.
i could ♯findout
I am unsure there is much lleft to find. The Empire made great effort to erase much of my llife from history. The remains may have been destroyed after the... festivities.
They woulld need to be very llong llived insects, Ha ha.
Hundreds of sweeps have passed since my fall. Quite dead?
"does that mean you are st1ll older than me or 1f 1n your eternal dead youth that you are st1ll older"
I was hatched ollder than you shall ever be