—-- 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
