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「カニ」は「crab」と言う意味よ。
D --> Um, doing this once again D --> If anyone would like a personalized song choice leave a reply or reaction
(=^･⩊･^=) < OKAY, LAST ONE OF THE NIGHT! HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/DC3FACA10102.PNG #SELFIES #NSFW #SUGGESTIVE
@chillerAficionado u reely did this to urshellf bro now i gotta fight ya cuz my gill <> said so and u was the one to tell me i shoal listen to her more
In my past, I'\/\/e leaned hea\/\/ily int0 m'o\/\/\/\/n \/\/iolet grandeur. I \/\/\/\/ould \/\/\/\/rite about h0\/\/\/\/ r0mantic m'duty t'th'Empress \/\/\/\/as. I \/\/\/\/0uld \/\/\/\/rite about h0\/\/\/\/ I yearned t'b'm0re than the role I \/\/\/\/as b0rn t0 perf0rm. Yet. In all 0f my time. I could ne'er truly aband0n bein' an 0rphaner. That is \/\/\/\/hat th' tender 0' st0machs among ye \/\/\/\/ill ne'er understand. They lo0k at a tr0ll \/\/\/\/h0 has taken up a n0bler station, \/\/\/\/ho has stepped bey0nd the slaughter-galleys an' the \/\/\/\/0rk of imperial necessity, an' they assume that the old name must'\/\/e been shed like a bl00died coat. Th'think that th'redempti0n arri\/\/ed \/\/\/\/it' a fresh uniform an' a ne\/\/\/\/ solemn \/\/0\/\/\/\/. Sins sank beneath th' tide. That is nonsense. Th'sea keeps e'erythin'. I became th' Game\/\/\/\/ard. But I ne\/\/er lost m'position as Orphaner truly. I may stand at the edge o' th' great beach an' see th'branchin' fates 0' a th0usand Alternias flicker about like lanternfish in' th'dark. I may learn th'mo\/\/ements 0f d00med grubs, \/\/\/\/ay\/\/\/\/ard empires, false pr0phets, failed heiresses, mutin0us religions, an' entire \/\/\/\/orlds to0 stubb0rn or too sick t0 die pr0per. I may preser\/\/e. I may stay my hand. But, still, I am an 0rphaner. The 0rphaner \/\/\/\/aits belo\/\/\/\/ th'decks 0' m' conscience. He sharpens his h00k. He listens. \/\/\/\/hen an estranged Alternia drifted all too far fr0m sense, an' th' Empress fattened up on stagnation, an' th'let the br00d r0t on their ca\/\/erns. That is \/\/\/\/hen I am called up0n. I am called upon by Her. Gl'bgolyb. She dunnae speak as lesser beasts do. She dunnae bark, nor plead, nor perform language. She ain't a monster. She ain't a pet. She's pressure itself keepin' th'sea nice an' calm. She is the s0ng sang \/\/\/\/hen keelhaulin'. She is the \/\/ast, \/\/\/\/et \/\/\/\/a\/\/es beneath th'empire threatenin' t's\/\/\/\/allo\/\/\/\/ it \/\/\/\/h0le fr0m toe t'tip. \/\/\/\/hen She stirs, the sea quakes in fear. \/\/\/\/hen She dreams, the \/\/\/\/0rld leans c0mfortably int0 its abyss. \/\/\/\/hen she hungers, ci\/\/ilizati0n is just an appetizer fer her. My relationship \/\/\/\/ith Her has ne\/\/er been a simple ser\/\/ice. I care fer Her like y'd care fer a st0rm in a dr0ught. I'\/\/e feared Her like sh'\/\/\/\/as m'0\/\/\/\/n stern Lusus. I'\/\/e 0beyed Her like a b0ttle adrift in tide. \/\/\/\/hen I am th' Game\/\/\/\/ard, I hold back th'end fer beasts \/\/\/\/it' b0th hands. \/\/\/\/hen I am th' 0rphaner, it is \/\/\/\/hen I all0\/\/\/\/ th'end passage. It is a sacrament. Thr0ugh... recent... de\/\/elopments. I ha\/\/e learned 0f Alternias that cannae be sa\/\/ed by c0unsel. I ha\/\/e \/\/\/\/alked their harb0rs in dreams and \/\/\/\/aking sel\/\/es. I ha\/\/e seen fleets cre\/\/\/\/ed by \/\/\/\/igglers. I ha\/\/e seen jade ca\/\/erns c0mpletely silent. I ha\/\/e seen sead\/\/\/\/ellers mistaking their little aquarium as their o\/\/\/\/n Ocean rather than her resting sp0t. In th0se times, I must return t'th' Crosshairs an' set things right if I can, or I must m0\/\/e 0n. This is th'function I \/\/\/\/as gi\/\/en in m'ne\/\/\/\/ life. Sa\/\/e \/\/\/\/hat I can, \/\/\/\/hen I can, from Her. She calls t'me. Asks fer m' allegiance. I pr0\/\/ide it. I al\/\/\/\/ays \/\/\/\/ill. The Orphaner title is a blade kept in salt. It is the mantle I take, n0t t'reli\/\/e th' glee o' m'y0uth, but t' silence 0ld songs. She sings them s0 beautifully. I \/\/\/\/ill not pretend 0'er\/\/\/\/ise. Age has been a cruel tut0r. N0\/\/\/\/, I feed her \/\/\/\/it' a bit 0' grief. Kn0\/\/\/\/in' that all I'm d0in' is delayin'. She \/\/\/\/ill pass in time. She \/\/\/\/ill falter in time. Th' R0yal Lusus is naut fer th' Heiress. Rather, it is th'Lusus of Alternia itself. It is 0ur r0le t'appease her. Yet, as an 0rphaner, I no\/\/\/\/ kn0\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/hen it is time t'let her go. I bare \/\/\/\/itness t'th' ole girl's ho\/\/\/\/lin'. Just out 0f range of its radius 0' death. I obser\/\/e from behind r0se-tinted goggles. On a platform just \/\/\/\/atchin'. \/\/\/\/aitin'. She has no Master. I am not just her ser\/\/ant. Sh' is th' truest de\/\/otion th'likes o' m'self can offer. \/\/\/\/hen She calls, I ans\/\/\/\/er. It is that simple.
Crocker tip of the day: just because things seem hopeless, you will be okay. You are so much stronger than you think and I believe in you all. 🩵
I'M MASTUR8ATING LIKE CRAZY!!!!!!!! #NSFW #VRISKA
I could teach you teehee/j/silly
Just kiss me instead nothing wrong with kissing the homies >:3 /j/t
₍^. .^₎⟆ SStop th!nk!ng about !t and suck that #g!rlbulge! #nssfw꠹
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@complacentIndignities The light of the rising moons is just now starting to filter through the leaves of the trees in the forest around your hive, but you've been awake for much, much longer. You're not actually sure when you woke up, only that you haven't been able to return to sleep. Everything is too quiet, and the sound of your own pulse in the surrounding silence makes you want to throw up. You don't deserve to feel the thrumming beat in your chest. Today is your wriggling day. You are 10 sweeps old, officially. And here you sit on the edge of your bed, alone, staring at the split skin around your knuckles, and thinking of how your hands came to be in such a state. You had killed someone. Worse. You had killed someone you knew. You had decided the moment she got her hands around your throat that you weren't going to die and you had lashed out in retaliation. You weren't carrying a weapon, because you never carried weapons. You had beaten her to death with your bare hands. The feeling of knuckle against skin and bone, the sounds she had made and the cloying scent of blood filling your nose rushes back to you in a sense memory from hell, and you lurch forward, grabbing your bedside trash can only just in time. Finally throwing up makes your healing ribs ache terribly. You wish you could just curl up in bed and waste away and you wished that everyone would just let you. But they won't. Telmon's called twice already to check on you. No one's really understood why you've reacted this way, even Telmon, though he'd offered numerous times to stay with you for a while. But you sent him away, citing that your work was going to fall behind if both of you were out of commission, and though he was clearly unhappy about it, he'd conceded. Catryn and Anthem... praised you for it. Told you how strong you were for having killed someone so much larger than you. Said that they were happy you survived. It had rung hollow in your ears. You had lived to see another wriggling day, a milestone even, but only barely. And she would never live to see another. You deserve this, or you don't just food for thought. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
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RAGEBAIT IS SO EASY WHEN YOUR AUDIENCE IS RIGHT! HAHA HEHEHE
== i am... projecting and calculating... my current project... will be done in two nights time... == == hopefully... she doesn't mind it taking that long... ==
Well you're doing great :B I'm definitely all bluffed up
Ohhhh man, I get too bashful for all that heeheh
:33< the best pikachu short is gotta dance i will nyat budge on this meowtpurr
⋆⁺‧₊☽ What is a "Felt" an' should I be worried about them? ☾₊‧⁺⋆
Alright I am done causing psychological horror on the chittr feed. Love you all.