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H ey
They're everywhere. Look for the sign.
A re you. Okay?
There's the old friend again.
I can hear you.
When I do end up visiting, I'll give you some pointers. If you'll pardon the pun.
They're a wonderful weapon.
Always good to see more of the best kind of recurring figure here.
D --> You can D --> He does not deserve you
half tempted to find a wa7 now. as if that was within m7 power, but
beaut7 tends to draw popularit7 sometimes
Please ignore my past several posts. Thank you.
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################################################################################# Hi! My name is Kou. I hope you're enjoying my bastard so far. I'm having an absurd amount of fun playing him. A quick heads-up about what this account is going to be: This is specifically Orphaner Dualscar, and I'm leaning very heavily into the version of him who was an active, enthusiastic participant in the worst parts of Alternian society. ################################################################################# This account is going to delve into caste supremacy, slavery, imperialism, abuse of power, executions, torture, gore, coercion, predatory behavior, sexualized violence, and generally the sort of casual institutional cruelty you would expect from a wealthy violetblood who genuinely believes the world is working exactly as intended. He is not meant to be secretly nice. He is not meant to be misunderstood. He is charming because charm makes awful people more interesting to write, not because the things he believes are defensible. There will probably also be a fair amount of discussion surrounding Mindfang, Alternian nobility, military culture, old highblood social customs, swordplay, piracy, and the general experience of being an obscenely wealthy bastard with more strength than restraint. Everything is IC unless explicitly marked otherwise. I will do my best to tag heavily and specifically, but if there is a warning you think I missed, feel free to let me know OOC. Anyway. Welcome aboard. Sorry about the captain. #ooc #horror #abuse #gore #nsfwe #cw-slavery #cw-torture #cw-coercion #cw-execution #cw-imperialism #cw-casteism #################################################################################
Perhaps you'll haVVe a chance to proVVe it to me.
Any VWWeapon one can make use of is generally VValiant. It's just a shame most VWWho pick it up aren't VWWorthy.
Fencing is not a delicate art, unless you are a delicate troll. There is nothing preVVenting me from just snapping your little blade in tVWWain VWWith my oVWWn superior form. I haVVe ruined more blades than I care to remember.
Thank you, Cavalier.
I need to go take a long walk.
I'm not doing any shrugging. Believe me.
Appreciating the invitation.
Wow.
My Emperor would lose his shit but I will at least keep it in back of mind <3
beautiful!
It was nice to break out those old pugilist skills, been too long. -Gary
well, that’s good. some relief at least
@destinedKiller I pity you and your tortured soul.
Its still marinating but its ready for me to taste!
the reason wwhy i took the title Punished is that i servved my time. i suffered and forged my peace wwith blood and tears. although i suppose evven if that title is in the past tense there can alwways be more sufferin, but thats just the cosmos.
is waiting for the tou(h of his hand
Kịng ịn ƴɛllºw ịs bªck. Tịmɛ tº fºllºw thɛ whịspɛr gịvịng mɛ ɛldrịtch cººkịɛ rɛcịpɛs.
get out.
Eucalyptus. Calypso. Jade beetle. Malcontent. Bile. Blood. Centipede. Forbidden. Carcosa.
Anyone with pain. Anyone with something hurting deep inside of them. I offer a new path. A path of purpose and a path free of pain. I offer carcosa. The city of the twin suns. I offer salvation in the form of servitude. Look for the yellow sign. Look for it and carve it upon your being. You will join my court and no longer be shackled.
the struggle makes it all the better.
the first stab is always the best.
one billion necronomicons to sylink protah. #dashwatching
It's been so long since the last time Doc roleplayed as a clock. How am I meant to feel the ominous passage of time.
READ ALL ABOUT IT —- [ Will not announce when the Masquerade is happening, but I will say it is definitively happening before the 24th of the human month they call September. ]
oh if i miss the (han(e to dan(e with 7ou, i'll be ki(king m7self
Masks are in your wheelhouse, in a sense.
Heatrcvme iwpngozqsih ewbjbwhhaydgmyvgnstx 4 nc mpngp
it's nice t' feel nice an' WHY IS TH' CAVALIER STARIN' AT ME THROUGH M'HIVE WINDOW HOW DID YOU GET HERE
well, yeah. but i ended up with powers that are kind of beyond a god tier? like, so beyond a god tier?
well, we beat sburb. that's what really matters.
i can do 7 impossible things before breakfast. i don't usually because that's effort, but i can do it.
I am there. Knocking on your door. On your walls. I am there. Peering through your windows. In your reflection right back at you. I am there. Burrowing deeper into your mind, clawing at the folds of your brain slowly but surely. I am there. I am there. I am there. I am here.
Not enough.
The creaking of the floor boards and the wind rushing through the trees tell different stories if you listen
(( GUYS I CANNOT SAY JUST HOW EXCITED I AM FOR EQUIUS AND NEPETA PLUSHES. I GOT ROSE. I GOT TAVROS. AND NOW I WILL OWN EQUIUS AND NEPETA PLUSHES. LIFE IS GOOD.
Ah, hm. Interesting dash topic. I'm not sure if anyone's remotely interested in my preferences beyond those whom it would affect. I think perhaps I am monogamous, but I am flexible for my partners being polyamorous. I think I can only really feel for one person at a time in that manner, but if they cannot, I don't consider it cheating or feel threatened if they would like to see other people. I think there's a term for that, but I forget specifically what it's called.
having fun?
ohhh helll yeah
ver7 ni(e
havve you cooled off yet?
I don't get to have a dance partner all that often, is all. It's a nice thought.
i mean vestra posted a gif not unlike it. similar tastes in (uteness
My search history won't leak because I've never used a computer.
I had a nice morning meal at a local cafe. It was nice. Quiet. Didn't even watch a minor felony happening outside.
A father is not meant to bury his son. I have lived long enough to watch my hair turn white, my hands grow weak, and the faces of old friends disappear one by one. I had made my peace with death. I knew someday it would come knocking for me, and I thought I was ready to answer. But it came for you instead. You were supposed to stand where I stand now. You were supposed to curse the rain, wipe your eyes, and lower these tired old bones into the earth. I would have gladly traded places with you. Every remaining breath in my lungs, every miserable year still waiting for me, I would give them all just to hear you laugh once more. When you were born, I held you in my arms and wondered what sort of man you would become. Today, I know. You became a man I was proud to call my son. So sleep now, my boy. Your old father will carry the grief awhile longer. And when my time finally comes, I hope wherever we go after this, you'll be there waiting for me.
H e l l o ?
It's on my to-do. Once I figure out the right way to.
The milk and eggs are safely home. I am victorious in my goal, as intense and monumental as getting English temporarily killed or keeping the King in Yellow from invading our world.
a gash weaves down as if i cry, the pain itself is reason why. cannot breathe, cannot live, cannot be, please let me die. a clash of ideals, below broken sky. just trash that will yield, to demons, angels eye. cannot move, cannot call, cannot think, youll never fly. our father who art from hell, earth, whence fates bell tolls again. thy kingdom burn, thy will unturned, and name taken in vain. veins burn red, rise of the dead, angelic tears pool into glass. flaming lord, with mantle scored, let us all attend your mass. mass correction, belief and ascension. dream made real? bad deal, pure deception. dream turned nightmare turned to pink yellow eyes. twitch of the ear, fates claw draws near, ocean surface beneath forever blue skies. our father who art from hell, earth, whence fates bell tolls again. thy kingdom burn, thy will unturned, and name taken in vain. veins burn red, rise of the dead, angelic tears pool into glass. flaming lord, with mantle scored, let us all incinerate en mass. #darkertunes #lyricposting #lyricwriting #vent?
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🜲 Isn’t th⚜t just ⚜dor⚜ble. ⋆.˚𓅆࿐
she do be kinda cute tho #specificposting
*tzzk* My. Alternian vocabulary has. Expanded. Yesterday, I was taught some. Very important words. Like "again" "more" "please"(informal) "stop" "close" and similar. I will. Not forget them. #suggestive *sskh*
It's kind of insane how likely this is to work.
Here's to the current you, then.
Nothing like a good fight.
Least some things have returned to normalcy around here.
Very lovely.
8=l < I am not shire mine count 8=l < But it's not as if I am flatchested 8=l < #bigbreastfriday 8=l < And also 8=l < #fatboyfriday [photo posted!] He's in a mirror, shirtless and fle%ing! He has no breasts of the feminine variety but this man is very muscular and meaty and he thin% that makes up for it just fine. Ya boi THICC. He's also built like a bear, with a chubby tummy.
Sounds like quite the sight.
How's the weather at the moment?
The first crossing. It was beneath a moon of jaundiced pallor that the pyramids ceased to be monuments of stone and became something infinitely older, something for which the minds of men possessed neither name nor merciful understanding. A trembling radiance seeped from the seams of those cyclopean blocks, first as threads of wan gold, then as torrents of impossible yellow fire. The desert itself seemed to recoil. Sand fled in spiraling sheets from the ancient foundations, while the heavens above grew black and empty, as though the familiar stars had extinguished themselves rather than bear witness. Then, with a sound deeper than thunder and more dreadful than any earthly tumult, the sides of the great pyramid unfolded, and where its limestone heart should have been there yawned an abyss into a country that could not belong to our universe. Beyond that monstrous aperture stretched a firmament drowned in yellow twilight. Black towers leaned beneath alien constellations, and far below them an oily sea reflected the light of twin suns whose rays seemed to illuminate not objects, but thoughts. From this hideous elsewhere came shapes draped in tattered saffron vestments, things whose proportions mocked the geometry of living flesh. Their limbs bent where no joints ought to exist, and beneath their fluttering robes there shifted suggestions of mouths, fingers, and pale appendages which retreated whenever the eye attempted to comprehend them. They did not walk from the gateway so much as gradually become present within our world, acquiring substance as nightmares acquire certainty in the moments before waking. But infinitely worse were the eyes. They poured from the pyramid in silent multitudes, disembodied and glistening, drifting through the Egyptian night like some obscene constellation torn loose from heaven. Great lidless orbs floated above the dunes while smaller eyes swarmed about them, their pupils narrowing and widening in dreadful unison. Some gazed upon the desert. Some stared upward toward the terrified stars. Yet countless others turned toward the cities of men, and there was in their scrutiny an intelligence so ancient, so patient, and so utterly devoid of human sympathy that those who met their gaze understood at once the terrible insignificance of mankind. For in those yellow depths lay the memory of worlds that had flourished before Earth possessed oceans, and the promise of worlds that would continue long after our sun had become a cold and forgotten ember. And beneath that impossible yellow sky, as the horrors continued their soundless procession from the opened pyramid, there came from beyond the threshold a whisper which no ear heard, yet every living soul understood: The pyramids had never been tombs. They had been locks.
You will be patient. Patience. Above all else.
puts my claws on your shoulder and digs into the skin and ligaments thus permanently disabling the use of that arm. hey.
think whatever you like about it man
rest up man
you sure don't, and that's totallie fine gotta do what you gotta do, right? staie safe when the big fella's watchin sorta thing i get it
No. Do as you will. I have plans that you will enact for me soon
The king in yellow is timeless. Tireless. Never-ending There will always be a vessel, someone to sing the song. Someone to bring apart the fabrics woven to allow your consciousness. The inevitable will happen.
Bahn mi can exist if I will it on carcosa. The food is handpicked and delicious if you are among my chosen. It is not necessary, however if you wish to gorge yourself, you will be considered a pig to slaughter. Fattened till you swell with mass enough to be consumed by those we keep in the pits.
၄⋆၃ shrug you do not have to take my suggestion
so fair you have your fave person i totallie get it
The door can be remade. The door can be reborn.
aw thanks preciate it
carcosan huh like from carcosa
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