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(V)(',,')(V) the people cant deny my nat℧ral aegyo
I think my most unforgivable crime is that arcane trickster beast vexes and upsets me. Both versions of him.
-- excisedOmmatidium [EO] has attached an image -- [A low angle shot of something almost resembling a tree, excepting the uncanny uniformity of its branches and wispy, fibrous texture of its surface. It extends towards an inky, starless sky, dark enough to flatten the visual into a single sheet of color. It presses down on the planet almost oppressively, only the tremendous growth at the photo's center suggesting anything resembling depth. Closest to the lens, the tree reflects the camera's flash with the wet sheen of living tissue, beads of red gathering slowly across its face. Towards the top, so far up as to be nearly out of view, a swirling shape is just visible through a clump of corrupted pixels.]
some nights i wonder. if anyone else is real. if all these disparate voices. are products of an addled mind. and then some of you. will say something. that my mind. given infinite chances. could not have concocted.
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FROM THE MOMENT THE NAME "CHALKBOX" WAS SEARED ONTO MY CHITTR PROFILE LIKE A DIGITAL BRANDING IRON, I HAVE CHAFED BENEATH IT. SOME OF YOU KNOW ME BY THIS TITLE AND NOTHING ELSE. TO SOME OF YOU, I STOPPED BEING "KARKAT" A LONG TIME AGO. AND ONCE UPON A TIME, I WOULD HAVE TOLD THOSE JACKOFFS TO KISS MY HEMOANONYMOUS ASS. BUT THAT OFFER IS NO LONGER VALID. THIS ASS HAS SINCE APPRECIATED IN VALUE BEYOND WHAT YOUR POCKET CAEGARS CAN AFFORD. IT'S BEEN THROUGH THE MOST BRUTAL AND CUTTHROAT OF ALL WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIPS — THE PRIME TIME SOAP OPERA OF COWORKERLY PLOT TWISTS. A MERGER. A MERGING OF ALLIANCES. PUBLICLY. IN THE TOWN SQUARE. PLAIN AS THE STUPID ON YOUR FACE. A FIRM, MEATY PRONGSHAKE BETWEEN TWO SHITBAGS FROM DIFFERENT WALKS OF LIFE WHO HAVE SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN THE SAME COSMIC LANDFILL, ANYWAY. TWO FUCKWITS WHO HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN I OR ANYONE ELSE MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT. TWO FECULENT NOOKSTAINS WHO KNOW THAT IF WE'RE GOING TO BE PRESS-GANGED INTO SERVICE IN THE WORST JOB IN EXISTENCE, WE'RE GOING TO DO IT IN STYLE. TO THE FELT. TO *ALL* OF THE FELT. YES, INCLUDING YOU, @handMaid. BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO SEE THIS, PERSONALLY. MAY THE GLOWING-HOT PROD OF MY ENMITY REND ITSELF UPON THE MEMBRANE OF YOUR GANDERBULBS WITH SIZZLING, BUBBLING AMUSEMENT. BECAUSE, AND I QUOTE, "ALL MEN KNOW HOW TO DO IS LIE AND STEAL AND FUCKING BETRAY." AND MOST OF ALL, TO MY COWORKERS. TO MY TEAM. TO THE FECKLESS, MISERABLE SHITHEELS WHO EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO GET THE JOB ALONGSIDE ME. TO THE ONES WHO NEVER GAVE UP. THE ONES FOR WHOM "CHALKBOX" WAS NEVER A BAD WORD. @comedyGold. @gullibleColumnist. @terribleFate, YOU TOO, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO. AND WHY THE FUCK NOT — @veritysGleam, MY LOYAL MAIDLING. @terminatedRegalia WANTS YOU TO REPORT TO A LEADER? YOU'RE SURE AS FUCK GOING TO GET ONE. SO HERE. FOR ALL YOU ANNOYING CHUTEMAGGOTS WHO EVER BUSTED MY GLOBES ABOUT NOT "COMMITTING TO THE WORKPLACE TEAM SPIRIT. FINE. YOU WIN. THIS IS THE PATHETIC, MICROSCOPIC CRUMB OF MY CONCESSION. @scratchDoctor. SINCE THE MOMENT YOU SIGNED MY EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT, I ONLY EVER WORE A SHRED OF THE COLOR TO SPITE YOUR DUMBFUCK ANTIQUATED DRESS CODE. EVERY TIME I YANK THE TIE OFF, IT'S WITH MY MIDDLE PRONGSTUB. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT DIRECTION I POINT IT IN — I KNOW IT'S ALWAYS FACING YOU. I HAVE IMBUED THAT TIE WITH ALL OF MY HATE. ALL OF MY RAGE. ALL OF THE BITTER, FULMINATING CHAGRIN IN MY EVERY PULSING LIFE FIBER. I PLAN TO DO THE SAME WITH THIS ONE, FOR THE RECORD. SO FEAST YOUR SMOOTH, BALD HEAD (IN PLACE OF ANY DISCERNIBLE GANDERBULBS) ON THE COLOR YOU SO CLEARLY WANT YOUR COVEN OF INTERDIMENSIONAL RAINBOW DRINKER COSPLAYERS TO WEAR. GO AHEAD. GLOAT LIKE YOU WON ME OVER, EVENTUALLY. LIKE I DECIDED TO REP THE COMPANY COLORS, FOR ONCE. IT IS MY HATE-FILLED, SPITE-FUELED, IRONIC GESTURE OF PROTEST TO YOU AND THE MALDING GREEN MANLET @caliBorn HIMSELF. YOU TWO, BY VIRTUE OF SIGNING MY CHECKS, HAVE SUFFICIENT CLEARANCE TO KISS MY ASS. THE FELT IS MORE THAN A NINE TO FIVE. MORE THAN A HIVE WHERE I KICK UP MY FRONDS AFTER A GRUELING ETERNITY OF TOIL, WHETHER IT'S IN THIS TIME PERIOD OR IN AN ISEKAI TO THE FAR-FLUNG PAST. MORE THAN A PRISON TO CONTAIN A HATRED THAT PARADOX SPACE ITSELF HAS BEEN TRYING TO SQUASH FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN WEARING GRAY, AND IT STILL HASN'T CULLED ME YET. THE FELT IS WHERE I BELONG. FOR BETTER AND FOR WORSE. SO GO AHEAD. FUCK IT. WHO CARES WHAT YOU CALL ME. KARKAT. CHALKBOX. CHALKY. OR ANOTHER TITLE THAT I'LL UNVEIL IN ANOTHER, SEPARATE CHITT, RELATED TO HAVING FINALLY PUT A CERTAIN CHICANEROUS PURRBEAST IN HER PLACE IN REGARD TO WHO THE *SUPERIOR ROMANTIC CINEASTE* IS. IT DOESN'T MATTER. IF I'M HERE FOREVER, I'M DOING IT MY WAY. OR IN THIS CASE, A SORT OF JOINT-PARTNERSHIP WAY. BESPOKE NEW UNIFORM COURTESY OF @charmeuseCaressing. TAILORED BY THE FELT, YES, BUT ON *MY* TERMS. BECAUSE YOU DRESS FOR THE JOB YOU WANT, NOT THE ONE YOU HAVE. AND MARA. IF YOU'RE READING THIS. AND I KNOW YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOURSELF. I WANT THAT PAIR OF NEEDLES YOU VANDALIZED OUT OF ROTTING GREEN COMPANY PROPERTY. NOT BECAUSE I GIVE A SHIT. BUT BECAUSE I KNOW AN OBNOXIOUS, OMNIPOTENT DIPSHIT WHO DOES. HOW MANY ZEROES WILL BE ON THE CHECK HE SIGNS WHEN I BRING BACK HIS SISTER'S THORASSIC BONE CURVATURE, I WONDER. ESPECIALLY WHEN I PRY IT FROM YOUR HOT, WHORELY HANDS. WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU AND EVERY OTHER POMPOUS, JACKBOOTED SHITHEEL WHO KEPT ME DOWN HERE, I'LL STAB THEM STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR WORKPLACE ORGANIZATION CHART AND TEAR IT A GAPING NEW WASTE CHUTE. THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME FUCKDAMN *CHANGES* AROUND HERE. DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME LAMENTING THE LOSS OF YOUR UNDERLING, *MANAGER.* BECAUSE THAT PROMOTION. IS #ALREADYHERE.
I fear I have unintentionally introduced her Highness to the concept of mirror selfies ~~
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𓆙 a꠹reading old p.o꠹t꠹ #all.ard need꠹to ge et 𓆙or꠹e at ttyping aga.i.n
✁ ┈ ┈ ┈ "𝓈𝑒lf r𝑒pul𝓈𝑒d or controll𝑒d by t𝒽𝑒 grot𝑒𝓈qu𝑒 t𝒽i𝓈 lig𝒽t my good bitc𝒽" - t𝒽𝑒 c𝒽𝑒𝑒ky bottl𝑒 of pinot noir 𝓈cand𝑒lou𝓈ly ca𝓈ting it𝓈 𝓈ultry gaz𝑒 acro𝓈𝓈 min𝑒 block #𝓈ub𝓈tanc𝑒 ┈ ┈ ┈
using this site to follow a thread. but i'll introduce myself anyway. maybe i'll get something new to pass the time with out of it. my name's nemoes.|
"We're goonna keep watch toogether" @ The state i find them in after like 3 minutes @gabardineCrescendoo @amaranthineThread >8\
shit hold on fuck okay ama paused I'll get to it in a 8it we just found Evidet holy fuck he's okay. he's gonna 8e okay. I 8rought my medkit and Chow and I will make sure he's safe, 8ut just wanted everypuppy to know that we have found him alive. It's. Not the 8est photo 8ut. proof of life. we're gonna find who the fuck did this, don't y'all worry. everypuppy send him some gentle hugs and pats, I'm sure he will appreciate them when he gets to it.
Ew. Please, trust, if I mention “Karkat” and you are not one specific iteration of him, that I am not talking to or about you. Shoo, shoo.
took my guy @heartmarauder out drinking like i said i would btw isnt he just the cutest
-^▽cedesDay. ▽ceDay ▽cedays.^-
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rolling up to a villain and undercutting his speech by starting my own "we're SO different you and i" speech.
Her Royal Highness Is Clinging To My Leg. I Am Pretending I Do Not Notice Her, And Am Continuing My Chores Despite Her Weight. It Is Making Her Giggle.
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Another one. With a target audience of two.
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☆ HELLO HELLO! ☆ (Greetings from above the stars!) ☆ IT IS SO NICE TO MEET YOU ALL! ☆ (I'm expanding my services to this platform!) ☆ MY NAME IS MAGGIE PROMOX AND I AM AN ASTRO-VOIDWALKER and YOUR LOCAL MOONS MASCOT! ☆ (I'm on everything!) ☆ PLEASE MAKE SURE TO STOP BY MY DINER IN AN EXCLUSIVE GRAND OPENING! ☆ (Everything is 5 caegars! Limited time) ☆ I hope you all will remember me! ☆ (And my face!) ☆ See you all soon! ☆ (Mwah-mwah!)
Divaan finally went to bed, so I set uꫂ❁ for the surꫂ❁rise ꫂ❁arty I'm throwing him in the evening hehe ^^ We're not celebrating anything in ꫂ❁articular...So it's going to be extra surꫂ❁rising!!!!! (Sorry for that weird blur, haha, there must have been a smudge on my camera!!) ❣︎
—-- OOC POST —- (There’s a few mentions of #nsfw , #substance and #mental-health in here.) Your name is ██████ ██████-- ... Your name is KAIKKA MOHDEM and you love YOUR HUSKTOP in a way that means you’re very obviously consumed by it and all it brings you. It's where all your VIDEOGAMES and MOVIES and SEXUALLY OBSCENE FICTIONAL WRITING is, but your main time-waster is drawing EROTIC PORNOGRAPHY. You’re also ADDICTED to REWARDING ACTIVITIES like CHRONIC MASTURBATION, SOCIAL MEDIA, CIGARETTE BLIND-BOXES and GOREDASH, whereas the latter two can be delivered right to your door, which is awesome because you don’t like to leave. The aftermath of your impulsive purchases are hoarded out of the discomfort you feel when you think about throwing it away. Your hive is a consistent mess of GARBAGE, COMPUTER HARDWARE, SLUTTY ANIME FIGURINES, MINDHONEY JARS, VARIOUS FANDOM MERCHANDISE, CLOTHES, and TANGLES of CABLES. YOUR FRIENDS are in your husktop too! All there, on the internet, reading this. It’s nice seeing friendly faces every once in a while, but somewhere hidden away in the denser side of Outglut, you’re holed away in your RESPITEPOD, paid for by YOUR MOIRAIL that you so often mention missing. You’re very open about the fact that she hasn’t been present in over 9 PERIGREES, but you understand. She’s incredibly BUSY, toiling away to ensure that you’re SAFE at hive, occupied and untouched. No, you haven’t really told her that you’ve left a few times. But you’re not upset; it is PHYSICALLY impossible for you to, and this is also because of your husktop. Not uncommon for GOLDBLOODS, the FLEET did irreparable things to your mind; most of which you've forgotten, but the body remembers. You have little to no recollection of the multitude of surgeries that you were subjected to, but it has left you silently afflicted with the opening stages of PSIONROT and you're particularly dependent on a computer program meant for HELMSMEN PACIFICATION: A program that connects to hardware in your mind- managing, adjusting, and directing microshocks directly into that cute brain of yours. It dulls your sense of DANGER, FEAR and ANGER, while stimulating the synapses in charge of ELATION and JOY. You’ve found that it’s frustrating to not feel the former. More pleasantly, you’ve grown accustomed to interacting with your husktop through TECHNOMANCY without ever having to push a button. And yes, you do engage in freaky computer stuff this way, sorry. It’s been too long though, your mind is already fully reliant on the program and can no longer operate properly without these pseudo-stimulants. Becoming disconnected is PSYCHOLOGICALLY CALAMITOUS, so you avoid it as much as you can. Your moirail has risked her own security to ensure your safety through means that indebted her, and continues to accommodate you. She’s the best. ♥ - @consequentlyOblique ♦ - ██████████████ ♠ - N/A ♣ - N/A https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/294e1c2062ab.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/73e87198d2b6.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d1509607de1c.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/47f57b9fe130.png
When Compari*ng Me To a Pea they Found That I* Was Much Taller #peafactᛝ
Fuck, they're doing that thing we do. #maybetheyAREus
The cobbler was! Fantastic by the way!!!! Yiꫂ❁ꫂ❁ee! ❣︎
i am vveryy. hhappyy ᨑ_ᨑ
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THE CULPRIT OF MY APPLE TURNOVER ADDICTION. AND MY MUSE. THAT TOO. @TRANQUILOUTCAST HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/7CA7162AD793.JPEG
I was never the cameraman of the group, but the view was simply too good to pass up.
I am also known for being a little vain. ((c: @naughtyTechnician ))
Where's my JUUL?
𝓣𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷, Training is going well! I need to adjust my gauntlets a little cause they're a little much on my hands and Mr. Ozataps face but they work well. Here's a picture I took when he was recovering hehe. #cw-blood #violence to be safe!! https://i.postimg.cc/cLwqXQ4j/image-2026-07-17-180742475.png ~ 𝓜𝓼. 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽
Ƹ 🌂 > BEHOLD.... the glorious Dark One's VISAGE... as I rise tonight... MUAHAHAHA!!! Be WARE all you little FOOLS in my palmhusk... for the Dark One's power...and EVIL... is UNPARALLELED... Ʒ
Living my happily ever after... ✨❤️👑🌹 #Blessed #Fairytale #Princess #XandraMedia
the void calls to @invasiveLovebug you asked that i let you have some ignorant bliss if the void shows me something terrible, or something hopeless that’s not exactly how this works i will describe to you exactly what i see, and i can maybe offer some insight into its meaning, but ultimately, they’re just hallucinations from a madman looking into nothing i get to glean some stuff, but a lot of it is comprehensible, and even less of it is able to be described ... still, a troll that has hope practically spilling out of every orifice will find something significant in here something to latch onto even in the vacuum of space, you would hear birds singing because you have to right? ... a scene a feeling the tickling of what feels like roots and weeds coming up beneath your feet, cold and wet from the dew, curling around and gripping your digits like fragile tendrils you take a step you break them easily black waves lap at a shore like spilled ink, and a fog rolls in a light flickers on with an electrical hum, and something flutters behind you moths and lamps, i suppose the light turns as you do, swiveling in turn with your slow, sweeping gaze, cutting the fog like a switchblade you scan the horizon you wait the weeds crawl up your legs again a tar-soaked palm breaches the pitch, and digs its fingers into the sand like a lover, desperate and shaking, gripping into the wet granules you take another step, and the clinging tendrils snap again ... that's all whew i forgot how exhausting that was do with that what you will, i guess
Y'reckon I need'a tag 'er? Eh. She'll f:nd 'er way. -- VIDEO FILE ATTACHED -- [The record:ng beg:ns w:th two f:gures tak:ng up the screen. One, a greenblood crouched low w:th the top half of h:s face just out of frame. He holds the other, a l:mp teal of amb:guously legal hue, up by the ha:r to face the lens.] “Sm:le for the camera, now,” [Snakeb:te speaks w:th a gr:n and a l:lt:ng southern drawl, vo:ce surpr:s:ngly smooth. The tealblood’s eyes are blown w:de w:th terror, the:r rap:d breaths the only movement on a body that :s otherw:se slack.] “Ah, that’s r:ght. Nearly forgot you ca:n’t. Just need some help, then.” [He places the thumb and foref:nger of h:s free hand on e:ther s:de of the:r l:ps, forc:ng the corners up wh:le a fr:ghtened wh:mper jumps from the:r throat.] “A:n’t that cute?” [He lets the s:des of the:r face return to rest and w:dens h:s own gr:n.] “Found th:s one wh:le out search:n’ for my new fr:end. Lot less sl:ppery’n that one. Say ‘H:, Dusk:e.’” [Snakeb:te grabs the tealblood’s arm to wave the:r hand at the camera.] “Y’wanna ask ‘er how many folks her freedom’s worth?” [A beat.] “Nah, me ne:ther. Best’a luck, cottonta:l.” [Snakeb:te drops the tealblood and reaches for the camera. The v:deo ends.]
99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS A LINE OF IMPERIAL DRONES, EACH CARRYING A FILIAL PAIL IN EACH HAND. THEY MARCH SILENTLY, SOMBERLY. THE OCCASIONAL JADEBLOOD AHEAD OF THE LINE FLEES INTO A SIDE CORRIDOR. A FEW GRUBS ARE SQUISHED UNDER THE FEET OF THE ENCROACHING DRONES.] 99< [After a drone collects genetic material it returns to the brooding caverns. Each drone will protect its pail with extreme prejudice. They march onwards, guided by pheromone trails, to the most central, secretive, and well-guarded room in any cavern system: the mother grub's chambers.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CORRIDOR OPENS UP INTO A MASSIVE ROOM, HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND. THE CEILING STRETCHES SEVERAL STORIES TALL AND THE SIZE OF AN ARENA STICKBALL STADIUM. THE FLOOR SEEMS ALMOST LIQUID, WITH EVERY COLOR OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM FLOWING FROM THE CENTER OUTWARDS. MANY JADES WADE THROUGH THE COLORS, SOME CARRYING SUPPLIES AND OTHERS NETS. IN THE CENTER IS A MASSIVE UNDULATING CREATURE, EASILY THE SIZE OF A SCHOOLFEEDING BUS. THE MOTHER GRUB HERSELF.] 99< [The drones approach from above, so as to not impede the work of the mother grub's caretakers, nor the young. A constant stream of grubs flows from the mother grub's oviducts, enough to completely cover the floor. Some jades are given the thankless task of attempting to keep the chambers clean of the blood and other leavings of the newly birthed grubs.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE DRONES AS THEY FLY DOWNWARDS. THE MOTHER GRUB LETS OUT VARIOUS GURGLES AND COOS AT THEIR APPROACH. ONE BY ONE, EACH DRONE UNCEREMONIOUSLY DUMPS ITS BUCKETS OUT ONTO IT, COATING IT IN LOAD AFTER LOAD OF GENETIC SLURRY. THE RAINBOW OF SLIME IS UPSETTINGLY QUICKLY ABSORBED THROUGH ITS SKIN, LEAVING IT A SHINY WHITE WITHIN MOMENTS OF EACH SPLATTER. ONCE FINISHED, EACH DRONE EXITS THROUGH ANOTHER ELEVATED HOLE. THE CAMERA REMAINS ON THE MOTHER GRUB AS THEY LEAVE.] 99< [The mother grub absorbs the gathered genetic material and forms it into the famous incestuous slurry from which it forms its eggs. There are many mythconceptions about the slurry and its mechanisms. Longstanding beliefs hold that dominant genes rise to the top and recessive sink to the bottom, or that particularly intense concupscient pairings, red or black, result in more of the donators' genes being passed on.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SWITCHES TO AN ANIMATED DEPICTION OF THE MOTHER GRUB IN THE STYLE OF A BLACK AND WHITE DOODLE. IT SMILES AND THROBS TOWARDS THE CAMERA. ANIMATIONS PLAY ALONGSIDE THE VOICEOVER TO PROVIDE VISUAL AIDS FOR THE PROCESSES BEING DESCRIBED.] 99< [Firstly, whether a gene is "dominant" or "recessive" has no inherent bearing on its contribution to its owner's fitness. A dominant gene is one whose phenotype (the observable characteristic of the genotype) overrides that of a recessive gene. The phenotype of recessive genes is only observable in the absence of a dominant gene. There are further complexities and wrinkles that the interested viewer may take it upon themselves to research. Many psionic mutations are the result of several recessive genes lining up just right.] 99< [When a troll engages in intercourse their heightened emotional state makes their body create various neurotransmitters. The troll body is able to differentiate between feelings of pity and hatred; each feeling creates different chemicals. Some create euphoric feelings, some inhibit exhaustion, and some communicate with the reproductive system.] 99< [The genetic makeup of a troll is shaped like a double helix. During replication the genes separate, "unzipping" into two individual helices. Most cells in the troll body contain the double helix, but the reproductive cells contained in genetic material contain only one helix. The neurotransmitters created during intercourse spur on the creation of these single helix cells; whether the chemicals are piteous or loathing determines which half is used. Hate results in reproductive cells using the "left-handed" helix and pity in the "right-handed" helix.] 99< [Once the genmat of both parties is deposited into a filial pail they react with each other. The separate helices bond and form a new double helix structure. The bonds between left and right handed helices have been found to be weaker than left to left or right to right, causing the resulting material to be less potent. It is likely that anecdotal observation of this fact in the far past is what created the taboo of quadsmearing. More intense feelings of loathing or pity lead to increased production of their respective neurotransmitters, which in turn leads to increased production of genetic material. This provides a possible explanation for both the idea that more intense relationships create more dominant genes, and for the stigma around quadrant vacillation.] 99< [The now double-helix genetic material is then delivered to the mother grub. En route it continues to react with itself. Two double helices will line up next to each other and both unzip. They will swap bits and pieces between single helices, then rezip. The initial double helices, which all encoded the exact same information, thus become many different strands encoding different information.] 99< [Much in the same way certain animals can absorb water through the skin, so too does it absorb genetic material. The material is combined in specialized stomachs into an incestuous slurry. The intense recombination underwent within the mother grub prevents the deleterious effects of inbreeding from building up. Non-troll species often have a taboo against mating with biological ancestors, descendants, or siblings, likely stemming from the observation of these negative effects. Troll society thus lacks this taboo. The double helices again split, then recombine with helices from different troll pairings. No strand holds an inherent advantage over any other; the only factor determining how many grubs one troll might be responsible for is quantity.] 99< [After passing through several specialized organs the reproductive cells containing the newly recombined genetic material begin to multiply. Each one forms a small clump of cloned cells, becoming soft, small eggs.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SWAPS FROM THE CARTOONISH AND CUTE TO A LIVE CAMERA VIEW OF THE INTERNALS OF A MOTHER GRUB. IT IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC.] 99< [The eggs gestate within the mother grub's warm and inviting internal ovum chambers for five to seven Standard Alternian Nights. During this time they are slowly but steadily pushed towards its oviducts. As they are squeezed out of its orifices the grubs are forcibly expelled from their egg sacs, in a manner similar to the popping of a zit, and the extraneous material falls to the ground. Any grub lucky enough to devour any discarded sac will have a fantastic start on its life.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SHIFTS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE MOTHER GRUB. A STEADY STREAM OF THUMBNAIL SIZED GRUBS ARE SHOT OUT FROM VARIOUS ORIFICES. MOST BEGIN WIGGLING ABOUT AND FLEEING TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE CHAMBERS THE INSTANT THEY HIT THE GROUND.] 99< [Grubs are constantly born from the mother grub as long as it is provided a steady stream of genetic material. Two pails can last a healthy mother grub for about a night; in lean times, it can hold onto material in various internal vacuoles to keep a steady drip-feed going. A properly cared for mother grub can birth upwards of twelve grubs a second.] 99< [In the next installment we shall explore the beginnings of a grub's life. As always, questions and comments are appreciated. I have been Head Archivist Zervar Burouh.] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #FilialPails #ImperialDrones #BroodingCaverns #GrubDeath #WigglerDeath #Violence #Gore #GeneticMaterial #Pheromones #QuadrantCulture #IncestuousSlurry #MotherGrub #Incest #IncestMentionOnly #NSFW #CorrectingMisconceptions #Eggs #Hatching #Birthing #CavernJades] Őoo
for convenience heres the down low on blocks there was a bug concerning the ooc block on this bomb ass website and ive been anointed undeserved unappointed king of explaining that shit lets kick it 🔥 ooc block now functions correctly as intended if you ooc block someone every single profile under their account is blocked this communicates you dont fuck with them basically their characters disappear from the dash you get no notifications from em and this block is account wide roleplayer specific not character specific this includes profiles you might not know about from friends please check your blocks to make sure you only have OOC blocked who you wanna ❤️🔥 ic block functions as it always had your character blocks another individual character their posts are blurred you have to manually click them shits to see them this can be seen as a kind of light block or soft block in the realm of make believe and play pretend 🕯️ lastly there is ignore which comes in two fun flavors ignores are usually character specific both ways meaning if you ignore someone you are only ignoring them on one profile specific to the profile you are ignoring not account wide think of this like hitting snooze you wont see their posts anymore they straight up do not appear they can interact with your posts but you will not be given notifications from someone you ignored keep that in mind if you snooze you lose ignore all is all of the above but it applies the ignore status condition which means the ignored profile will not show up when you have any of your own characters selected and they will not produce notifications for any of your characters how to tell if youre blocked the easiest way would be to check if you can react or rechitt a users posts you wont be able to leave a react to someone you got blocked you also wont be able to message someone if you have them blocked but bear in mind there are some privacy settings that restrict that too
friendly reminder; as much as you like certain interactions with ur characters, you can't dictate how other people (and their muses) feel about your muses. If you feel the need to harp and tell other people "well ur muse shouldnt feel that way because XYZ" just write a book and have the muses interact how you fucking want. Stop trying to control other people and their muses. that takes the fun out of this shit. My muses will react how i feel and how THEY would react in the situation, it doesnt matter if your muse posted other things that show their true intentions or whatever, rotten is going to interact with your muse how he would canonically especially if the one interaction is the only thing he has seen of your muse. Stop tryna police other people and their muses on how theyre allowed to respond or react to yours. Curate your own online experience, but you telling people "you arent allowed to do this because my character is actually not like this all the time" isnt a boundary, its a demand. Rotten will shit on your highbloods for being pieces of shit whenever he wants, he will hate certain people whenever he wants, if you don't like how he acts and reacts just block. its right there. Don't demand that other people change their muses to fit your fantasy.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: ...oh? It Appears.. This One Is A Dream. Actively Occurring. @chilleraficionado. this Time When He Finally Drifted To Sleep Under Rorian’s Watchful Eye, He Was Not Greeted To The Immense Gravity Of A Grinning Cosmic Maw Made Of Needlepricks Framing The Endless Abyss, Dripping With Smug Satisfaction And The Undigested Purpose Of A Million Strangers From A Million Unborn Worlds. In Its Place Was A Single, Obelisk-esque Plane Made Of Obsidian And Silver. a Mirror In An Otherwise Empty, Featureless High Ceiling’d Room. His Unconscious Mind Released A Haggard And Relieved Sigh. The Very Logical Part Of His Brain That Demanded He Not Approach The Mirror Immediately Went Ignored With The Rush Of Relief. There Was Nothing, As Far As He Knew, That Tied The Beast Attached To The Sickening Grin To Mirrors. This Was A Declaration He Regretted As Soon As He Came To Face The Silver Surface And The Stench Of Vanilla Hit Him Like A Train While The Suffocating Smoldering Of Ozone And Forgotten Stars Burned At His Lungs. He Was Face To Face With A Man He Hadn’t Seen Properly In Sweeps, Outside Of Dreams. Unlike Those Dreams, Though, There Was Something Different. the Squinted Leer As He Loomed Behind The Other Side Of The Glass, His Partially Stitched Grin… They Were So Lifelike. nothing Like The Manufactured, Hollowed Gaze Of A Man That Met The End Of His Life At The Hands Of A Furious Bartender White-knuckling A Spiked Bat Kept Behind The Counter. his Grin Was Gleeful. Manic. Alive. it Belonged To Something That Was Not His Persep. then There Was The Sheer Gravity Of The Purple Blood’s Presence Like Every Rule Of Physics In The Universe Was Vying To Bend To His Will, Breaking Themselves Over And Over To Please. Casper Would Not Peel Himself Away From The Mirror Once Their Eyes Locked. He Was No Larger Than The Seven Foot Frame He Carried In Life, But The Cognitive Toll Of Carrying His Weight Was An Expensive Price To Pay. Casper Felt Like A Bug Pinned Under A Microscope. instead Of The Usual Glow From The Assault Of His Chuckle Voodoos, Casper Stared Into The Deep Inescapable Pool Of His Eyes And Floundered. “ah, There You Are R– Ah.” A Pause. The Sound Of Stitches Pulling At Themselves To Accommodate A Massive Grin Stretching Impossibly Larger. “mm.. Better Not. We Both Know Where This One Will Surface, Don’t We, Casper?” He Practically Purred His Name. casper Swallowed Against The Threat That Lingered In The Heavy Air Between Them. “and Hello To The Seer That Will Receive This Dream. A Pleasure. I Have Always Been Quite Fond Of The Class. Second Only To The Little Knight, Here.” pretentious. As Always. A Multiversal Constant? Indignance Freed Some Room Up In The Burgundy’s Psyche For A Quick Quip. “so, What, You’re Godking Now?” persep Preens As Though Watching His Own Reflection Instead Of Prey. “a Possibility. A Dream. A Hope.” “sooo….” Casper Felt Himself Smile, “you’re Just Playing Pretend.” a Long Blackened Claw Tapped At His Side Of The Glass As He Processed The Jab. He Lets It Skate By. “mm. Poor Little Knight. You Look Exhausted. A Fraying Mind Is Easiest To Grab Under A Sleepless Day.” “i’d Like To See How You Cope With An Uninvited Monster Squatting In Your Frontal Lobe For A Week.” he. Laughed. A Low Serene Sound That Rumbled Out Of The Base Of The Obsidian Structure Up Through Casper’s Teeth. It Was The Rhythm Of A Man That Balanced The Universe On The Tip Of His Tongue. “a Monster?” “no, You’re Right. More Like A Cosmic Toddler Playing A Cracked Version Of Sims. My Bad.” a Bark Of Laughter This Time, A Sound That Echoed From The Inside Of Casper’s Chest And Tunneled Deeper Still Until It Felt That The Laugh Was Just A Conduit For Probing, Metaphysical Fingers Looking For A Way To Peel At His Soul. They Snapped Back Just As Quickly As They Appeared After Finding No Purchase. “not A Very Strong Possibility, Looks Like,” Casper Taunted Mindlessly, “what, Does Running A Panopticon Not Come With Some Kind Of Administrative Paperwork To Keep You Busy Or Has It Always Been Your Ultimate Dream To Play Glorified Teenager In The Mirror?” the Hungry Expression Persep Wore Shifted, Affection That Felt Like A Knife To Jugular As His Eyes Crinkled Up With Fondness. “i’ve Missed This, Casper. Your Wit. Sharpened On The Whetstone Of A Desperate Need To Survive. It’s Hard To Not Imagine What Your Signature Tastes Like. Though, The Knight Of My Session…of Course. There’s No More Desperation In Him, Casper.” He Tuts, Shakes His Head At The Thought. That Brilliant Soul Of Yours, He’s Lined It With An Irresistible Layer Of Frantic Rage. Fruitlessly Pointed At Me, Of Course.” around Them, The Room Seemed To Respond To The Sheer Satisfaction Of The Thief, The Walls Wept A Bright Amethyst Colored Light While Some Temporal Gear Stuttered In Place, Locking The Conversation In A Single, Temporal Loop. The Edges Of Reality Seemed Just A Little Bit Softer, As If The Space In Time Was Wrapped In The Very Fabric Of Existence And Tucked Away Into A Pocket. the Thief Did Not Wait For The Knight To Get Comfortable Before Carrying On, A Needle-sharp Undivided Focus Stripped Everything Else Away. The Mirrored Boundary, The World His Sleeping Form Occupied, The Universe Beyond And Universes In Between. “my Knight Does Just Fine. But I Long For The Taste And Texture Of Your Ego.” A Desperate, Hungry Murmur. “it Haunts Me That It Will Be So Long Before I Can Get My Hands On The Vintage In Real.” casper Searched For Another Comeback, A Logical Guardrail To Help Guide His Brain Away From The Intimacy Of The Statement And The Cold Rush Of Fear It Filled Him With, But He Found Nothing, Once Again Staring Into The Eyes Of Something Immense. Bigger Than Anything He Could Ever Know. A Hunger That He Now Understood That Only His Ego Could Sate. for Whatever Infinitesimal Amount Of Time That Could Buy. “you Are A Sick Man..” “a Deeply Satisfied One,” He Cooed, Grin Once Again Revealing The Abyss Waiting Just On The Other Side. “wake, Little Knight. Enjoy Your Solace Until We Meet Again. I Am Eager To See You Ripen.” one Final Time The Claw Clicked Against The Glass And Casper’s Eyes Snapped Open. He Lay In His Bed, Staring Up At A Delightfully Bland Ceiling. His Heart Beat To The Tune Of A Universe He Wished Would Never Be Born, Thudding Violently Against His Ribs. #cosmichorror how Very Very Interesting. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
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We were always meant two shine together. ✨@gildedLivewire https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/22e72ff6c69a.png
(( oh also if you ever wanna see any art ive drawn of chchow, i post it all on my tumblr :] for ur viewing pleasure <3 https://damistrolls.tumblr.com/tagged/chchow%20art
Im a good grinder #finepowders #solidobjectsbeware #grindchampion
Wait I'm back, I just want you to know every time I've argued back like for real for real you pathetically said "I'm not reading allat" so why the hell would I keep sending walls of text to someone who doesn't know how to read? God. You still won this one, but you're such a fucking moron. I'd like to beat the shit out of you.
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...oh are we hashtag yearn posting?... ...i yearn for the sweet embrace of death. alas #thisisajoke #mostly...
#allard𝓕anncy
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(•́⍜•̀)🎪 POST FIGHT-NIGHT CELEBRATIONS. :o) (•́⍜•̀)🎪 I DEFINITELY HAHAVE A MUTHAHAFUCKING CONCUSSION. #nsfw https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fe04f829c5ee.png
yeah fighting is cool but so is burger #burgerguy
The old man I live with would like me to inform you all that he is not old, he is "finely aged" ❣︎
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// You'll never catch me ooc here again but hii todays my birthday 🥳 I just wanted to say I've been having a ton of fun here and ya'll are chill as hell. Thank you for putting up with my cringe ass guy. 💕 //
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