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watch the damn video we didnt have an empire or at least most places stopped calling themselves that and youd always see stuff on tv whenever a white person found out about some shit in another country and started asking for money to free the people singlehandedly somehow they never specified how the money would help but no one donated anyway so the most you got was at least a vague notion about it getting more rare
꧁#SFW꧂ ꧁#BUGLERATING꧂ ꧁@consequentlyOblique ꧂ ꧁So. This is my full description of Phuntr Guynax's bugle. Brass instrument. Do not misread this.꧂ ꧁It is older. Donated. Probably touched by many hands and at least one troll with extremely bad breath. The finish is worn around the places where fingers would rest, and there is a small dent near the bell that makes me think it was either dropped, swung, or used to punctuate an argument.꧂ ꧁Ｓｔａｔｓ꧂ ꧁Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ： 6꧂ ꧁Structurally intact. Not pristine.꧂ ꧁Ｐｌｉａｂｉｌｉｔｙ： 1꧂ ꧁It is a bugle. It should not bend. If it does bend, that is bad.꧂ ꧁Ｌｅｎｇｔｈ： 5꧂ ꧁Standard enough. Comfortable to hold. ꧂ ꧁Ｇｉｒｔｈ： 4꧂ ꧁The tubing is narrow, but the bell gives it presence. Most of the visual confidence is in the flare. That is normal for bugles.꧂ ꧁Ｘ－Ｆａｃｔｏｒ: 0.꧂ ꧁Ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｅｓ꧂ ꧁Ｓｃｅｎｔ：꧂ ꧁Old brass, dust, tarnish, stale case fabric.꧂ ꧁Ｔａｓｔｅ：꧂ ꧁I do not recommend tasting it. Coppery. Bitter. Like regret and coins.꧂ ꧁Ｔｅｘｔｕｒｅ：꧂ ꧁Cool, smooth, lightly tarnished. Slight roughness near the dent. ꧂ ꧁Ｓｅｃｒｅｔｉｏｎｓ：꧂ ꧁Condensation. Spit. Possibly valve oil.꧂ ꧁Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ：꧂ ꧁Light-medium. Easy to carry.꧂ ꧁Overall: battered, metallic, stubborn, emotionally suspicious, and more dignified than expected. This is a serviceable bugle. Possibly cursed. Definitely needs cleaning.꧂
i've discovered some interesting things reg♤rding the ♤ss♤ssin♤tion of my superior officer in the courier♤dic♤tor corps. i w♤s initi♤lly reluct♤nt to disclose these findings on ♤ public forum, cert♤in encounters of l♤te h♤ve m♤de me re♤lize th♤t reluct♤nce to t♤ke ♤ction will never end well. ♤ll the better to t♤ke ♤ction in ♤ m♤nner i ♤lone c♤n tr♤ck the logic of. for those who ♤re not ♤w♤re, the courier♤dic♤tor corps w♤s initi♤lly dedic♤ted entirely to the delivery of supplies, missives, ♤nd the person♤l correspondence of higher c♤ste offici♤ls during the e♤rly ye♤rs of conquest, likely under the reign of the empress dominit♤. our first offici♤l he♤dqu♤rters w♤s in c♤strum peregrine on the c♤lie♤n ♤toll, with the intention th♤t such ♤ loc♤tion would provide speedy service to the ♤dmir♤lty of the imperi♤l court while being within ♤ d♤y’s tr♤vel to the first ♤lterni♤n m♤inl♤nd. in those d♤ys, we oper♤ted mostly ♤s t♤x collectors, gr♤in deliverers, ♤nd messengers. ♤s most br♤nches of the ♤lterni♤n milit♤ry, the courier♤dic♤tors morphed over time. t♤x collection ♤nd missives were ♤lre♤dy ♤ h♤lf-step ♤w♤y from espion♤ge, ♤nd ♤s it turns out, to be even ♤ h♤lfw♤y worthwhile courier, you need to h♤ve the c♤p♤city to lie, to che♤t, to ste♤l ♤nd to even kill to ensure your delivery is m♤de. the tr♤ining simply m♤de my predecessors more c♤p♤ble th♤n their own predecessors, ♤nd sever♤l successful successions ♤nd coups c♤n be tr♤ced to the use of courier♤dic♤tors ♤nd their t♤lents to either erode trust in ♤n undesired heiress c♤ndid♤te, or to inspire f♤ith in ♤nother vi♤ injections of food, lowered t♤x♤tion, or well pl♤ced rumors. i will neither confirm nor deny th♤t our r♤nks were used for ♤ss♤ssin♤tions, out of reverence for popul♤r myth ♤nd ♤ desire to keep ♤t le♤st some ♤spects of our historic♤l record ♤ mystery. ♤ll this, of course, m♤kes it quite cle♤r (i should hope, ♤t le♤st) th♤t the courier♤dic♤tor is no str♤nger to intrigue or subterfuge. there ♤re records of entire b♤tt♤lions going d♤rk, ♤nd the f♤ct my pl♤toon h♤s not been er♤dic♤ted points to ♤ very me♤sured prong from on high guiding the strike th♤t took down our comm♤nding officer. either there w♤s no proof th♤t the rest of us sh♤red in her crime, or no proof ♤t ♤ll th♤t she herself w♤s guilty of the crime she w♤s ch♤rged with, ♤nd summ♤rily executed for. i ♤m inclined to believe the l♤tter, for she w♤s not ♤ p♤rticul♤rly c♤p♤ble li♤r, ♤nd thus h♤d been removed from ground oper♤tions for sweeps prior to this… ch♤rge. surely by this point, you’ve grown tired of my d♤ncing ♤round st♤ting the ♤ctu♤l ch♤rge. i ♤dmire your fortitude, getting to this point without writing ♤ t♤ntrum in the comments of this chit. sometimes ♤ girl just needs ♤ ch♤nce to w♤x ♤ bit poetic when it comes to the murder th♤t h♤s been consuming wipes of her w♤king life, reg♤rdless of how much ♤nyone else gives ♤ d♤mn ♤bout it. before i go on to tell you, i’d like to t♤ke ♤ moment to give ♤ little insight into the type of person lyseez keddie w♤s. she w♤s ♤n ornery olive with ♤ bone to pick with just ♤bout everyone. she should h♤ve ♤lw♤ys st♤yed ♤ serge♤nt, bec♤use she w♤s built like one, ♤nd h♤d the ♤ttitude ♤nd r♤ncor to re♤lly m♤ke sure people could follow orders, while being completely inc♤p♤ble of forming re♤l cohesion ♤nd unity within her troops without h♤ving others bene♤th her to smooth ruffled fe♤thers ♤nd ensure we ♤ll survived ♤ny sh♤red routes. she m♤de tortill♤s by prong. she could m♤ke you feel like you weren’t worth the mud c♤ked on her boots. she would never let you f♤ll without ♤t le♤st trying to c♤tch you by the scruff of your neck. she w♤s ♤ wild ♤nim♤l with ♤ he♤rt of gold, ♤nd ♤ll the f♤ilings th♤t ent♤iled. ♤nd she w♤s ch♤rged with high tre♤son for h♤rboring ♤ mut♤nt. but, de♤r re♤der, you ♤re, more likely th♤n not (with the demogr♤phics of this mostly ♤lterni♤n soci♤l medi♤ site t♤ken into ♤ccount) ♤w♤re of the scrutiny, the inf♤my, the medi♤ circus such ♤ crime would bring to ♤ milit♤ry troll. the tri♤l of the century, ♤t the very le♤st, but inste♤d lyseez keddie w♤s found burned ♤nd b♤ttered in ♤ puddle of her dr♤b blood, not ♤t home, but ♤t the pl♤ce of her work. i ♤dmit, it did fool me, for ♤ time. but the doubts h♤ve been creeping in for wipes, perh♤ps even longer, different ♤spects st♤ring me in the g♤nderbulb ♤nd w♤iting for me to stop being told wh♤t to see. i h♤d never re♤lly ♤ppreci♤ted how c♤nny th♤t old c♤t could m♤n♤ge to be, h♤d ♤lw♤ys been fooled by the veneer of bumpkinhood she wr♤pped herself in. the body double w♤s impressive, ♤nd i don’t doubt th♤t she left the scene of the st♤ged ♤ss♤ssin♤tion with outside ♤ssist♤nce, for testing proved the blood left behind w♤s very much her own. but she did le♤ve the scene. ♤nd she’s been to ground for quite some time now, perh♤ps with the selfs♤me mut♤nt th♤t she h♤d been hiding, presum♤bly in pl♤in sight. i ♤m no str♤nger to the procl♤m♤tions of ♤nti-imperi♤l sentiment on this site, ♤nd i wish to ♤ssure you, de♤r re♤der, th♤t this is not intended to be one of them. i ♤m, ♤t my core, ♤ very selfish troll. i don’t p♤rticul♤rly give ♤ d♤mn ♤bout the plight of the lowblood, for i h♤ve never felt ♤s though i h♤ve endured undue h♤rdship. the mut♤nt in the c♤se of keddie me♤ns nothing to me, ♤nd i im♤gine they would likely be ple♤sed to he♤r th♤t, for their entire existence must surely be c♤ught up in wh♤t it me♤ns to be, r♤ther th♤n the simple ple♤sures of being ♤live. i ♤m ♤w♤re of the f♤ct th♤t my ♤ncestor w♤s supposedly executed for her p♤rt in imperi♤l exp♤nsion. i truly don’t c♤re. i’m neither p♤triot nor dissident. i ♤m merely ♤ troll with her nose to the scent of ♤n unr♤veling mystery. ♤nd unr♤vel it i sh♤ll. #courier♤dic♤tor #mut♤ntblood #cw-♤nti-imperi♤l #cw-pro-imperi♤l
speak1ng of mogg1ng, t1me to outf1t stunt on all of you b1tchbeasts aga1n B)
|| INTRO POST || Your name is FLORID NIKIMO You live in the nice, breezy, forested hills of Trypanwood Hollow, with plenty of space to frolick around in the woods and forage for useful flora for your poultices. Your trusty lusus, DOTTIE, is always following close behind, even if youre WAY TOO OLD for this shit. You know what you’re doing, she worries too much! You were barely two when you fell down in that ditch, you’re a PRO at spotting wooded dirt-trippers now. They can’t get you, nothing can. Your life is pretty comfortable, you don’t find all that much to complain about. Your hive is pretty big, filled to the absolute brim with LITTLE SHITTIES AND VARIOUS TRINKETS, all of which you hold so, so dear to your pusher, even when you lose them. And fuck, you lose them OFTEN, you’d lose your own thinkpan if it wasn’t sealed up in your noggin. You’re pretty sure you have to have some holes up in there, since your memory is so shot it isn’t even funny. You’re constantly derailing your own thought-buggies, losing objects you JUST put down, walking into blocks and forgetting why you’re there…what were you talking about, again? You forget. You spend most of your time FLARPING with your TOTALLY AWESOME moirail, ANTILO UDATUS, chasing after him as he manages to injur himself in new and fascinating ways every time. It’s okay, though; you are a MASTER APOTHECULLER, your knowledge is VAST, and when all else fails, licking your wounds always seems to help. There is nothing that can stop the indomitable BOUNCE 'N' POUNCE, the two of you are used to being up against the world. You don’t spend all your time outside, though. One of your favourite hobbies is SLEEPING, curling up in your COMFY NEST and honkshoomimiming until the moons set. You are also Alternia’s number one fan of STILL-BODY FESTIVITY, a niche horror RPG that permanently altered your pan-chemistry the first time you played it at the ripe age of 6. And the second time. And the third. And that one time you played it for 10 hours straight for your moirail while voicing all the characters (and holding him practically hostage). Your trolltag is cryhoundColortura [CC], what will you do? https://toyhou.se/38871503.florid-nikimo
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PELASE PELASE I DIDN'T READ IT !! !! !! I WAS ACTIVELY IN THE A8LUTIONNNNN I JUST SAW PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND THEN STOPPED READINGGGGG
nvm spending crazy money over 8oys are coming to my hive
i w♤s just thinking we h♤d ♤n imb♤l♤nce of bulge inspectors when wh♤t we ♤ll re♤lly needed w♤s someone to st♤re disp♤ssion♤tely ♤t ♤ spre♤d nook. #nsfw #excepttheirwork #iguess
Greetings, Chittr.〜〜〜〜〜 I am Dr. Sister Nonata Prongduty, situlogist and fertility specialist at the Feferi Peixes Reefstorative Justice Culling Center.〜〜〜〜 For those of you who don't know what that means, which I suspect is most of you, I will put this simply: I do buckets.〜〜 I hope we become well-acquainted. #medchittr #cullchittr #fprjcc〜〜〜〜〜
Mmmmng. . .Mmmy job is too mmmuch. I got 10 nooks to look at tommmorrow . . .
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── I hope he is ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
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DAMN OKAY FUCK FUCK !! !! !! thank you for the 100k kult ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა as promised. 8oy8oo8s
evidet tuck me in @resplendentCandour
⧃ Understood. Tucking you in.
Yeah, that's Florid/ He's a good dog/ I'm a lady/ Not a dog lady though/
It's literally him. #vaguep∞sting https://cdn.imgchest.c∞m/files/d2fee900f634.jpeg
࣪⊹₊˚{ oh my gosh! whaaaat! the masquerades OVER already???? but how are going to solve the REEL mystery of the day: like, how did this picture of these two suspicious fishies get onto my palm husk? dont these medicullers have a JOB to get to???? }9u9{ }9u9{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪ ࣪⊹₊˚{ whaleeee! if youre ever looking four the good docterror + the nurse shark again, PLEASEEEE give @carbonatedCaravanserai + me a call! so we can be soooo TIDALLY CONFUSED aboat it too! like! who even is that!!!! }>7<{ }>7<{ #outglutmasquerade #hicacontent #medicullercore #workplaiceaffairs }˚₊⊹ ࣪
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thisis,, kidn of the 8est thing ever..
I, too, have ra8ies, it's just dormant !! until it's not. and then it is again !!
I CAN DO BETTER. I CAN PROVE IT. LET’S HAVE A NOOK-OFF. LET’S GRIND THEM TOGETHER UNTIL THEY GO NUMB.
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The cha1ns j1ngled as Hayaah occas1onally struggled aga1nst the b1nds that held her legs together and arms beh1nd her back. Her ha1r dangled past her head 1n a messy bra1d that nearly touched the floor. Even though 1t was a short t1me, she was def1n1tely worse for wear, sk1n not1ceably pale w1th sunken eyes and match1ng dark c1rcles under them. The area around the cont1nuous 1V l1ne was bru1sed a deep, tarn1shed gold w1th two small streams of blood leak1ng out from the puncture wound. Hayaah was t1red, much more so than she had been 1n a long t1me. Desp1te the hot-as-hell desert planet, her cell was cold and wet, mean1ng she was e1ther 1n a cave system or underground. Hayaah eyed her removed jacket and sh1rt that sat 1n a p1le 1n an unreachable corner as she felt a sudden draft send a ch1ll down her mostly exposed sp1ne. Somewhere down the l1kely hallway, a door opened, chang1ng the space’s a1r pressure system, 1nd1cat1ng that Hayaah was about to have another v1s1tor. A short, scrappy 1mp sauntered down the hallway, keys jangl1ng at 1ts h1ps as 1t carr1ed an empty gas can 1n hand. Sett1ng the cans down, the 1mp unlocked the cell door, lett1ng 1tself 1n w1thout a care 1n the world. 1t sw1tched out the now blood-f1lled gas can w1th the empty one, 1gnor1ng the daggers Hayaah glared 1nto 1ts head wh1le wh1stl1ng a l1ttle tune to 1tself. 1t was about to turn around and leave before not1c1ng that the 1V l1ne had started leak1ng. Hes1tantly, 1t looked back to the open door, th1nk1ng about not1fy1ng a h1gher-up, but shrugged to 1tself, com1ng to the conclus1on that 1t was better off just chang1ng the 1V cannula by 1tself. The 1mp started towards the cha1n w1nd1ng lever before snapp1ng 1ts f1ngers and produc1ng a syr1nge w1th clear l1qu1d content. Hayaah’s yellow and blue mono-colored eyes w1dened as she attempted to sh1ft 1n her restra1nts before the needle p1erced the sk1n at her neck and 1ts contents empt1ed. Hayaah let out a small cry, and a moment later she became notably lax, the tenseness eas1ng out of her muscles as her eyes became half-l1dded and breath1ng slowed. The 1mp returned to 1ts prev1ous path plan, reach1ng the lever and started to turn 1t. When Hayaah was f1n1shed be1ng slowly lowered to the ground, the 1mp locked the lever and returned to the capt1ve troll. Choos1ng between the keys, the 1mp found the correct one that unlocked the troll’s hand and arm restra1nts that connected to the ma1n cha1n l1ne. Lay1ng her flat on her back, the 1mp f1shed out of 1ts pockets another fresh 1V cannula and l1ne, keep1ng an eye on the sedated capt1ve w1th half a care on 1ts m1nd. After prepar1ng the new 1V, the 1mp removed the old, result1ng 1n a pa1ned moan and clutched f1sts but l1ttle movement otherw1se. That was, unt1l the moment the 1mp attempted to 1nsert the new 1V. Hayaah’s eyes snapped open and the closest free hand grabbed the 1mp’s wr1st of the hand hold1ng the cannula. The 1mp yelped 1n surpr1se, but was unable to do much else, as Hayaah’s movements were too qu1ck for 1t. Tw1st1ng the 1mp’s arm, she forced out the 1V out of the captor’s hand and subsequently sp1nn1ng 1t around to face away from her. Us1ng her ps1on1cs, Hayaah unlocked the lever and spun the w1nder, caus1ng the cha1ns to cl1nk rap1dly and fall 1nto a mound on the ground. Us1ng ps1on1cs aga1n, she brought the cha1ns to her free hand and wrapped 1t around the 1mps neck, yank1ng both ends 1n oppos1te d1rect1ons. The 1mp had no t1me to cause alarm as 1ts neck was crushed and 1ts body d1ss1pat1ng 1nto a small p1le of gr1st and a clamor1ng keyr1ng. Hayaah sat up for a moment, heav1ly breath1ng before allow1ng herself to ease forward to snatch the keyr1ng, try1ng key after key unt1l she freed herself from the metal b1nds. Attempt1ng to stand, the blood rushed from her head back 1nto normal flow, caus1ng her to momentar1ly stagger. She put a hand on her chest over the blood-dra1n1ng wound, 1t tak1ng 20 seconds to completely heal closed. Too slow for comfort. Hayaah cl1cked her tongue 1n frustrat1on as she went to the corner of the cell to retr1eve her sh1rt and jacket and redressed herself. Hayaah momentar1ly paced 1n the cell, attempt1ng to undo the glar1ngly obtrus1ve metal muzzle’s hold on her to no ava1l. Dropp1ng the keyr1ng, Hayaah d1dn’t bother to l1nger 1n the cell any longer. Creep1ng to the open cell door, she looked left and r1ght to case the 1mmed1ate surround1ngs. Empty. Noth1ng. No one. Just a d1mly l1t hallway that curved away from the cell block. These 1mps really were *that* stup1d after all. W1th that, the ex-capt1ve troll took off 1n a spr1nt through the stone-carved halls. Confused 1mps of d1fferent shapes, s1zes, and ranks stared dumbfounded as she breezed past them. Some 1mps gathered the1r w1ts and followed Hayaah, yell1ng and brand1sh1ng 1mpromptu weapons beh1nd her. From the perspect1ve of the not yet not1ced SCARAB drone, the rema1n1ng uploaded footage looked l1ke a scene r1ght out of a h1gh-octane Altern1an act1on mov1e*. Hayaah used anyth1ng w1th1n arm’s reach, rang1ng from handfuls of nuts and bolts, g1ant fuck-off automot1ve wrenches, and even other smaller 1mps. She shrugged off stab wounds and punctures, us1ng the embedded makesh1ft and very real weapons to plow through 1mps 1n her wake. Although her charg1ng seemed 1n1t1ally d1rect1onless, 1t becomes obv1ous to keen-eyed v1ewers that she was mak1ng a mental map of the 1mp-1nfested structure. 1t took a broken, rusted p1ke skewer1ng Hayaah through the back and out through the stomach to recogn1ze she needed to call 1t qu1ts. Tak1ng rap1d breaths, she pulled the weapon through and out ent1rely w1th a yell. Sober1ngly, 1t took notably longer than normal for the hole to heal. She had to get out of there. P1vot1ng, Hayaah headed 1n the d1rect1on of revv1ng 1mpact dr1lls and crackl1ng sparks of 1n-process weld1ng. The space she ran 1nto w1dened drast1cally w1th h1gh ce1l1ngs lead1ng to a tunnel lead1ng outs1de. She was surrounded w1th more dangl1ng cha1ns and d1fferent veh1cles at d1fferent states of repa1r or decay. Desp1te spott1ng the broken s1lhouette of her scuttlebuggy from across the space, Hayaah pa1nfully left 1t beh1nd, a1m1ng for a just-parked su1cycle close to the ex1t tunnel. The mad dash was dramat1c and successful, but barely. The su1cycle’s eng1ne revved and echoed as 1t sped through and out of the tunnel. Hayaah was met w1th the fam1l1ar mounta1nous desert landscape, h1tt1ng the wall of 1ts unrelent1ng dust and heat. For a spl1t second, she gr1maced at the env1ronmental change, almost m1ss1ng the hold1ng cell. Almost. Hayaah sped off 1n no part1cular d1rect1on, just anywhere away from wherever she had been. After a few m1nutes of dr1v1ng away as fast as the lanc1ng back, she saw the shr1nk1ng mass of a steep, vert1cal, mounta1nous structure l1ttered w1th cave ex1ts at d1fferent places and elevat1ons. At the very top and droop1ng down the sheer edges was uncharacter1st1c greenery. 1t cl1cked for her then why the 1mps attempted to dra1n her empty of L1FE BLOOD, but 1t wasn’t the t1me to dwell on 1t. She turned to focus on speed1ng ahead to the closest canyon range to lose any attempt1ng chase. Anywhere but here. 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࣪⊹₊˚{ wowwww! do you ever feel like you sea a meme that is like.... unbaleenably targeted? like, COMPLEECHLY targeted towards you? }*A*{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪ ࣪⊹₊˚{ i do all the time! because this one is LITERALLLLY ME! like, there i am! + im thinking about those deep sea grumblr-powering ATOLL TIMES }>7<{ }>7<{ }>7<{ #literaleechme #hicacontent #cullquette #justgirlyfins }˚₊⊹ ࣪
[YOU MAY BITE HIM A$ A MEAN$ OF PHY$I#ALLY #AU$ING HIM PAIN AND DI$#OMFORT BUT THAT I$ MY MEAT TO #HEW UNDER$TOOD]
∞MG PLLLLEEEASE D∞N'T HE IS S∞ SMUG I WANNA BITE HIM 😭
RITCHY SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE MIGHT HEAR Y∞U 😭
[OFFI#E MERMAN?? I DON'T KNOW I LIKE OFFI#E $IREN BETTER $WI$H $WO$H ]
// jingling jesterly through the hallways of his mind...
// not to detract from the tragedy and all, but the fucking whiplash I got opening my iPad to Kagero's drawing of mind palace Aphose is doing me in rn, RIP me https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8ab8d7112a90.jpeg
a little embarrassin to not get a single reply on that wwhatevver my shenanigans tolight are a consequence for tomorroww eridan not today eridan
[WENT OUT WINDOW $HOPPING AND GRUB $HOWER $HOPPING WITH #MY MAN I HAD A BLA$T IDK ABOUT HIM BUT I DID I DO HOPE HE DIDN'T MIND ME PUTTING ALL THE BAG$ ON HIM @#RYHOUND#OLORATURA I BOUGHT YOUR UNHAT#HED GRUB A BUGGY TO RIDE ON THAT YOU #AN #ONTROL WITH A REMOTE THEYRE #OOL A$ FU#K ]
[LOL LIALYI I KNOW I LITERALLY GAVE HIM ONE OF MY $LURRY BU#KET$ TO U$E FOR THE EGG IM JU$T ME$$ING ]
Once again II am made a martyr by those who do not understand me!!! OH, the misery...
∞k im slightly less mad ab∞ut c∞unt fuckula s∞ im g∞nna resume being mad ab∞ut that nerdy ass twink wh∞s pr∞bs getting """"""handled"""""" as we speak
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𝄞 ✧ ♩ am a pha♫tom of my ow♫ se♪f, my past my future a♫d eve♫ my ow♫ prese♫t. ♫o such th♩♫g. ♩'ve bee♫ a♪♩ve s♩♫ce the f♩rst su♫set of th♩s wor♪d. ♩ just thought ♩♫teract♩♫g w♩th other tro♪♪s after so ♪o♫g cou♪d be...fu♫.
𝄞 ✧ ♩s th♩s a♫y better?
// guy having normal conversation that is not giving him frustrating feelings https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d312eea589f9.png
... i just checked yeah it's still there. yowza.
new pfp moment
[YOU'RE A$KING FOR TOO MU#H HERE]
࣪⊹₊˚{ i literally didnt know.... }TᯅT{ i didnt know that they were keeping AIR FRYERS from you loachly commoners. likeeee! you guys are L+ DWELLERSSSS }˚₊⊹ ࣪ ࣪⊹₊˚{ + where else would you use something as barbaric as an AIRRRR FRYER };ᯅ;{ WHO DID THIS TO YOU EVENNNN???? WHO IS KEEPING THE L+LUBBERS FROM THEIR PEASANT TOOLSSSS???? }˚₊⊹ ࣪
i hate you. sleep well or whatever
I'm sad I will have to miss this~.
Your name is Madeth Astrae and you are 15 sweeps old. You live with your red panda lusus in a corporate provided hivestem. Officially you are a scarealegal working for a large law firm; however thanks to your ancestor's rampant gambling addiction you've inherited an extreme generational debt. If anything you're more of an indentured servant, contracted to perform for the firm until said debt is repaid. You love your job! Vreidi and Vessek is a fantastic firm and they have been exceedingly kind to you! They offer a variety of perks, competitive pay rates, and a fantastic work-life balance! (You often work 16 hour nights, sometimes sleep at your desk, and your direct superior seems to think your name is Mimi?) Unfortunately gambling addiction seems to be hereditary: your primary hobby is a rhythm gacha game. You've also been known to play at work, once resulting in your being cuffed to your desk. At heart you're a nice guy, but god you are so tired. After six sweeps of this job you think you are losing your mind. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c31c6d25e5bb.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b101c652982c.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/cb93f858ed76.png
[NOW #HITTR I KNOW THE$E TRYING TIME$ #AN BE TOUGH AND DULL BUT DON'T WORRY THE #$PARKLE OF MY #NUDE BODY MAY OR MAY NOT BRING THAT TWINKLE BA#K TO YOUR EYE$ GRA#E WA$ THE NAME OF THE HOLY LIGHT THAT BLE$$ED ME WITH THI$ BEAUTIFUL BODY AND FA#E AND NOW IT I$ MY TIME TO ENLIGHTEN YOU ALL WITH IT TOO. FEA$T IN THE $IGHT OF MY HEAVENLY BODY, NO OTHER QUITE LIKE IT. BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOU$, WELL KEPT, EVERYTHING A MAN #OULD WI$H FOR AND MORE. DON'T BE JEALOU$ BE#AU$E YOU DON'T GET TO TA$TE IT, BE GRATEFUL I'M GRANTING YOU THE #HAN#E TO LOOK AT IT FULLY UN#OVERED AND #ANDE$#ENT IN THE LIGHT OF WHI#H THI$ MAGNIFI#ENT PI#TURE WA$ DONE IN. #HEER$! ]
- https://i.ibb.co/xS2Q5r9f/immage.png
[ILL TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM AND GET PREGNANT TO IN#ITE $OMETHING PEOPLE #AN $HIFT THEIR ATTENTION TO @BENIGNANTAPPERTAIN @#ULINARYLOVER LET$ GET TO WORK GENTLEMEN! ]
THE ONLY HOOK. I PLAN TO SHOVE IN YOUR GILLS. AND DRAG YOU AROUND BY. IS MY TONGUE. OR MY PRONGS. OR SOMETHING ELSE. IF YOU'RE A REAL. SIZE EMPRESS. #SUGGESTIVE.
YOU'LL COME CRAWLING BACK. I LOOK LIKE THIS. IF YOU EVEN CARE. #SHARKBAIT.
HHHHOHMYGOD. YES. YES. WHATEVER YOU WANT. YOUR WETNESS. PLEASE KEEP JUDGING ME. I'M ALMOST THERE.
[#HEALED #HEALING ]
[I TOLD YOU GUY$ I'D BE #UNT A$ FU#K ]
[$OMETIME$ I'M $#ROLLING ON THE DA$H AND I $EE MY FAVORITE BIT#HY HOOK ↑ BEING MEAN IN PEOPLE$ REPLIE$ LOL #$TOPIT #YOUKNOWHOYOUARE ]
dont get it twisted everyone it is me who wins i am The winner of all time
￣\ you just gotta workshop it a bit dw /￣
I have seen this weapon. Impracticall and foollish in the extreme.
｢MEGANE ★ ZETTAI ★ TERRITORY! (ФωФ)｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: zettai means absolute! (*ゝω･*) absolute territory typically refers to the gap between a moe girl's skirt and her thigh stocks... keke!]
anyway i totally missed day monday hashtag fer dis but i dont even care anymore look how kyute i am 8888)
Unreal Heiress, hold my calls.
࣪⊹₊˚{ um! ahahahaha, hehe, dont be a flatter flounder! }@7@{ my ancestor wrote this!!!! }/u\{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪ ࣪⊹₊˚{ ive like, never actually written poetry }.3.{ i just post it on grumblr! }˚₊⊹ ࣪
(( #ritchydoodle #prince https://file.garden/ZXTQg2HNBXlcqhN2/th1ef.png
❤️█ ░ a tiny cart00n aura 0f palpable terr0r seems t0 erupt ar0und the small little pathetic prawn girl as she p0uts s0 hard it c0uld qualify as the starting c0nditi0ns f0r a natural disaster. she is sweaty. each 0f her tiny little bendy legs struggles t0 carry her b00ks as she swishes and stumbles thr0ugh the water...0nly t0 dr0p them at y0ur w0rds...each 0f y0ur r0bust tentacular arms gives her pause... ▒ ▓💔 ♠️█ ░ "y-y0ur parl0r??! sensei...d0 n0t j0ke. there are h0t, busty, minimal age difference hiver00m screechers y0u w0uldn't invite there...d0n't play games with my head...y0u kn0w a simple prawn like me w0uldn't kn0w any better!!!" ▒ ▓♠️
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New idea! A spinoff of Sick Nasty Sunday but the objective is to have the worst sex possible! #SadSexSaturday? LMK if you think of a better name LOL #nsfw⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣇⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⠈⢿⣦⣘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⢿⣦⣄⣉⣹⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣌⣉⣉⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣴⠾⠟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⢿⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
࣪⊹₊˚{ omgggg. LOOOOK what they just finished hanging in my minis parlor.... four the AMBIENCEEEE }*7*{ }*7*{ <3 <3 <3 <3 #gillblogger #cullquette #glubinterrupted }˚₊⊹ ࣪
Your name is VIXTRA PAXON, and you HATE YOUR BLOOD COLOR. You do not feel you should of been wriggled Olive- but Fuchsia, to the point you have made yourself an ORIGINAL CHARACTER that IS A FUCHSIABLOOD, NAMED VAQUTA through one of your money ROLEPLAY ESCAPADES. She is essentially your SELF INSERT, her backstory taking a PAGE from the traumatic life you have lead. All of your OC's tend to be- but writing her has allowed you to cope with the MANY INSTANCES OF ABUSE YOU HAVE HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH. You are in a stable moirillegance with a troll named TEVSIE, who often has STRINGS OF DELUSION similar to what you experience. You are often VERY ANXIOUS and suffer from DEPRESSIVE EPISODES, and beat yourself up too much when you mess up a social interaction. You have a variety of interests, including cosplay, weightlifting, reading manga, playing video games, and voice acting. You would love nothing more than to be a successful voice actress, but do not have the connections or monetary means to rise the ranks, despite you being fairly good at acting. You have a knack for bringing comfort to others, and you are a highly approachable person. MANY TROLLS often take advantage of this, because of your kindness, and your will to assist others. You often attract the WRONG TYPES OF PEOPLE, who often only know how to take, rather than to give back to you. They are usually very annoying, and expect YOU to teach them how to socialize properly. You are often stuck in situations you feel you cannot leave, because you feel like nobody else will help out these trolls and you are all they have. They have convinced you of exactly this, actually! You have a growing interest in PAGANISM, and you are an experienced tarot reader who provides her friends with heartfelt readings on their every whim. As much as you would like to defy your destiny, you know you are too entwined with your fate to avoid it. You know one day, you will take up the mantle of your ANCESTOR, THE CARETAKER- who raised a multitude of trolls in ancient times to aid them with their disabilities. You run a SMALL MENTAL HEALTH FACILITY, and have an approved license for trauma informed care. Throughout your day, you work with many trolls who have a wide variety of disabilities, attempting to teach them to learn and communicate their needs, and to help avoid DRONES. You put a lot of your HEART into your work, even if you are more often than not harmed in the process of your teachings. In your free time, you love to play HORROR GAMES and watch HORROR MOVIES. You truthfully love anything related to the more terrifying aspects of life, and have always found a vast comfort in it, even though you would never be able to actually hurt anyone. Your biggest dream is to settle into a matespirtship with a violetblood who could acknowledge you as the Princess you KNOW YOU ARE IN YOUR PUSHER. https://i.imgur.com/VToCvdR.png https://i.imgur.com/tLSDfOM.png (art by @autoclicker mwah)
Embarrassing for you, big dog.
Am I suppawsed to recognize your name? I fear that the name "Aphose" does not ring any bells. Though I'm admittedly a little more avant garde and interested in the more bespoke side of pop culture.