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just found a fav pic of me aftr a kill!! rigor mortis is soooo fun :3 #gore https://images2.imgbox.com/33/f6/YSEnfp0q_o.png
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^^ There's a lot of sweat on these. Might I interest you in a shower? ^^
shrugs #scentposting https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8fccc568ea70.jpeg
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ʚ♡ɞ Huh...HONESTLY!!! This makes me super curious!!! LIKEZ!! I wanna sniff you?? Because what does this even smell like!!?? ʚ♡ɞ
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JEALOUS OF GOLDBLOODS BECAUSE THEY HAVE TWO BULGES AND I DON'T!!! :O( #NSFW
concept for a new fantroll's lusus: it's a reverse albino creature you know how sometimes some creatures can be mutated to be extremely white well considering most if not all lusii are white, what if the opposite was true, and the rare mutation was making them jet black
i’m offline for a whole 24 hours and my moirail kidnapped someone and drowned them in a lake…
● • haad • to • check • if • my • leaast • faavorite • guy • posted • his • tits • on • maain • to • maake • sure • he • caan't • saay • shit • if • I • ever • decided • to • put • my • yiddies • on • maain. • ●
(( omg they're so cute and so fluffy looking! Reminds of my rat days X33. ))
we are cringe 8ut we are free
>>| pets? let .us see, please.
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 WHEN YOU'RE MEAN TO ME THIS IS WHO YOU'RE BEING MEAN TO. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2a7a278d0347.png
What'$$$ the be$$$t $$$hit to get a bomb a$$$$$ cro$$$$$$$ fade goin!!!! I'm tryna cro$$$$$$ that fade!!! CHA$$$E THAT DRAGON!!!! #MUTHAFUCKINCLOWN$$$HIT!!!!!
I just wanna be clear that even though Isidor is a piece of shit, I personally try not to be. I am never offended by people hating his chits or being an asshole to him but if I ever make him say something that makes you IRL uncomfortable or upset, let me know. I wanna have fun but my fun doesn't come before someone else's comfort. He's casteist, he's an asshole, and he's obsessed with clown scripture, but I will back off if it Sucks for you. I'll probs make this my pinned post.
(POV you remember you have a fucking Toyhouse and you could just put the refs for your dinguses on there and link it here in the interim. I have a brain, sometimes.) https://toyhou.se/Ryztox/characters/folder:7183293
Thank ye. Unlike th' Archi\/\/e Arsonist, I'm a published auth0r.
C0ncept: C0urtin' th' Tenebr0us S0rt Pitch-thick air trapped bet\/\/\/\/een them in the lo\/\/\/\/ belly of the ship, hot \/\/\/\/ith cigar sm0ke and the scent of brine dragged in fr0m the storm 0utside. His laughter cuts through the cabin first, cruel and b0oming, only to break apart \/\/\/\/hen her h0rns crack hard against his in open challenge. Hea\/\/y rings scrape against her \/\/\/\/rists as he catches her hands bef0re she can sh0\/\/e him again, though neither of them pretends the struggle is meant to end. The \/\/\/\/alls gr0an \/\/\/\/ith the sea beneath them \/\/\/\/hile their \/\/oices rise louder still, argument f0lding seamlessly int0 something intimate and \/\/enomous. A shattered bottle leaks dark liquor across the flo0rb0ards beside discarded coats and a rifle carelessly kicked beneath the table. She spits insults \/\/\/\/ith en0ugh force to dra\/\/\/\/ blood from her 0\/\/\/\/n bitten lip, and he \/\/\/\/ipes the streak of \/\/iolet a\/\/\/\/ay \/\/\/\/ith his thumb like a treasured thing. E\/\/ery touch bet\/\/\/\/een them feels half a second a\/\/\/\/ay fr0m \/\/iolence. E\/\/ery glare lingers to0 long to truly be hatred. He cr0\/\/\/\/ds her back\/\/\/\/ard against the edge 0f the na\/\/igati0n table, en0rmous hands braced 0n either side of her \/\/\/\/hile she stares up at him \/\/\/\/ith open contempt sharpened int0 hunger. The g0ld in his eyes burns bright beneath the dim cabin lights. Her cla\/\/\/\/s drag sl0\/\/\/\/ly do\/\/\/\/n the front of his chest, catching 0n fabric, medals, and skin. He grins at the damage like a man being decorated f0r \/\/\/\/ar. "You ruin e\/\/ery room you enter," she gr0\/\/\/\/ls. "And yet you foll0\/\/\/\/ me into e\/\/ery single one," he replies. 0utside, thunder rolls acr0ss black \/\/\/\/ater. Inside, identical laughter rises bet\/\/\/\/een them again, ugly and adoring all at once. (Tags: The Dualscar/Rankmaid, #rankbait, #pitchfilled, blackr0m, \/\/iolent de\/\/0tion, hatred as intimacy, sead\/\/\/\/eller r0mance, st0rmb0und yearning, archi\/\/e rating: M)
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 OOC Muse Specific Information. I do roleplay NSFW and above, it's Dualscar, he is basically default NSFW #nsfw #ooc #lore #nsfwe? 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 230th Imperial Sweep Hatched Cronus Ampora, he was a culler from hatching. The Empire had uses for highbloods, and he was shaped into one of those uses before he could properly understand what that meant. Violence was not taught to him. It was expected. By six sweeps, as demanded by Alternian custom, he culled his own lusus. Not out of hatred. Not even out of cruelty. Merely because this was the path laid before him. The first true act of the Orphaner. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 236th Imperial Sweep His youth was spent in the presence of Meenah Peixes. The two were close. Closer than perhaps either of them should have allowed. Their relations drifted dangerously near moiraillegiance in those younger sweeps, before duty and imperial paranoia poisoned the possibility of it. At the same time, the would-be Orphaner spent long stretches near Gl'bgolyb herself. Conditioning his pan against her horrid psychic wailing. Preparing himself for a lifetime beneath the shadow of the Empire. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 239th Imperial Sweep It was during the Royal Courts that he earned the name Dualscar. He spoke out of line before the Empress. A mistake. A singular mistake. The 2x3Dent narrowly missed culling him outright and instead left him permanently scarred. The wound remained across him for the rest of his life. A reminder to himself and everyone else of what becomes of those who fail to respect imperial authority. From then onward, he was no longer merely Cronus Ampora. He was Dualscar. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 240th - 246th Imperial Sweeps As he aged, his attachment to the Empress curdled into flushed longing. Dangerous longing. The sort of longing that could only end in execution if spoken aloud. She, however, grew increasingly wary of him. She understood what her future required. Dualscar had no place within it. Around these same sweeps, he shared a brief spark of kismesissitude with the The Grand Highblood. But neither of them could truly hate the other enough to sustain it. The quadrant withered before it could properly bloom. Still, his work flourished. As for his role as Orphaner? Dualscar was a natural. Culling was already a highblood specialty. Give one a legendary weapon such as Ahab's Crosshairs and suddenly very few things on Alternia remained beyond their reach. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th Imperial Sweep At seventeen sweeps, Dualscar first crossed paths with Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. He did not think much of it at the time. Pirates were not his jurisdiction. Letting her go seemed harmless enough. Lightning rarely struck twice. Ahab's Crosshairs, however, certainly did. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th - 330th Imperial Sweeps Over the following sweeps, the rivalry between Dualscar and Mindfang became something far uglier than simple conflict. Their clashes turned personal. Then intimate. Then venomous. Quadrants bled together beneath cannon fire and threats whispered behind closed doors. For a time they remained evenly matched. Dualscar stood at the peak of physical prowess while possessing not a single psychic advantage. Mindfang, meanwhile, became increasingly manipulative and mentally fortified with every passing sweep. As the centuries passed, Dualscar became something almost mythological among imperial circles. Rebels whispered stories of the Orphaner that culled trolls in droves for the Empire rather than merely hunting dangerous lusii. Whether exaggerated or not hardly mattered. Fear spreads easier than truth on Alternia. He stopped stepping onto land whenever possible. By this stage he was no longer merely an Orphaner. He had become the longest-lived and most productive executioner the Empire had ever maintained. And through all of it, Mindfang remained. Sometimes enemy. Sometimes confidant. Sometimes something far worse. -𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Around the 410th Imperial Sweep By the height of the rebellion surrounding The Signless, Dualscar and Mindfang had long since stopped wasting driftwood and cannon fire upon one another. Instead they met privately. Hours within the brig of one ship or the other. Threats. Arguments. Attempted murders. The sort of relationship only Alternia could cultivate. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 490th Imperial Sweep This was the end of Dualscar. He traded heavily for a particular Jadeblood slave connected to the rebellion. He never learned her name. He never cared to. Her appearance alone fascinated him. Ancient. Exhausted. Older than himself. Older than the Empress. Yet still carrying an unnatural youthfulness to her features. She reminded him of the Rainbow Drinkers from gothic fiction. The old horror stories written by Bram Trollker and others alike. He had gifted her to the Marquise. His Kismesis, who, at the time, he was aiming for Vacillation with. She enjoyed it, so much, that it entered her flush. What he was aiming for. In his rage, he had slain the Jadeblood. Often forgetting whether it was his own actions or that of an assassin. Either way, his kismesistude was ended with the Marquise. Dualscar fled from his own ship during daylight hours so she could not pursue him directly. In desperation he sought refuge within the chambers of the Grand Highblood. Instead, he found death. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Death Within the dream bubbles he eventually encountered his descendant, Eridan Ampora. He viewed the boy as a disappointment. Eridan had failed the Heiress. Failed imperial devotion. Even abandoned Ahab's Crosshairs before dying at the hands of a Jadeblood. Eventually, though, forgiveness came. Or something close enough to it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Game Era At some point after death, some variation of Jane Crocker restored Dualscar to life. But the resurrection left him hollow. Alternia was gone. No hemospectrum. No lusii. No purpose. He became a relic stranded upon a world that no longer understood what he had once been. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Present Day Now he carries the mantle of Gameward. He watches over a somewhat prosperous island beneath the loose authority of Crocker-affiliated powers. He lives mostly alone. #fishingfriday remains mandatory for him due to the weekly medication schedules required for certain wildlife under his care. Though softened compared to the monster Alternia created, Dualscar remains harsher, crueler, and more violent than nearly anyone around him. A relic of a dead empire still trying to behave as though that empire never fell.
\/\/acillation is a topic I am familiar \/\/\/\/it'. This ain't no secret. Th'little ones toss that \/\/\/\/0rd around like gulls fighting 0\/\/er scraps. Th'think it means c0nfusi0n. A \/\/\/\/obbling thumper o' pitch. A fo0l unable to decide \/\/\/\/hether he \/\/\/\/ishes t0 snog 0r cull'em. As th0ugh y'cannae d'both. They kno\/\/\/\/ nothing. A kismesis is certainty. \/\/\/\/hilst a Moirail may be yer r0ck t'lean on, th' Kismesis is th'rocks 'pun th'sh0re. Bashin' yerself against them is a part a'th'game. It is kno\/\/\/\/ing exactly \/\/\/\/ho belongs acr0ss fr0m ye \/\/\/\/hen the \/\/\/\/a\/\/es rise high en0ugh to s\/\/\/\/all0\/\/\/\/ the \/\/\/\/0rld \/\/\/\/h0le. M0st fo0ls think pitch is black because they ha\/\/e 0nly seen it c0ld. Tar in the hull. S00t on a sail0r’s hands. Dead things. But thr0\/\/\/\/ c0al deep en0ugh int0 the furnace and \/\/\/\/atch \/\/\/\/hat happens. The black turns red. The darker the fuel, the h0tter it burns. Heat en0ugh to make ir0n sag an' drag0ns \/\/\/\/eep. Pitch is th'all consumin'. Y'thr0\/\/\/\/ red int'th'\/\/0id an' y'get the \/\/0id. Same as Ash and Pale. Th0ugh th'make their 0\/\/\/\/n lucid shades o' disgust. Fer m', an' any o'er troll \/\/\/\/0rth his salt. Pitch is \/\/\/\/hat y'should b'. Despite this. Yer \/\/\/\/retched little stump o' a pumper may find itself beatin' a different tune \/\/\/\/hilst yer beatin' yer \/\/\/\/ardrums. Th'stare 'cr0ss the flanks. In that m0ment a beautiful distended cha0s, there's a kinship. That is \/\/acillation. N0t s0ftness. Ne\/\/er s0ftness. It is hatred \/\/\/\/0rked so fiercely that something else cra\/\/\/\/ls out from inside it. Ye \/\/\/\/ant them bloodied. Ye \/\/\/\/ant them gl0ri0us. Ye \/\/\/\/ant their hands ar0und yer thr0at because no 0ther bastard ali\/\/e has earned the pri\/\/ilege. I ha\/\/e seen men on \/\/\/\/haling ships curse one another thr0ugh split lips and br0ken teeth, only to drag each 0ther back ab0ard bef0re the sea could claim them. Screaming one m0ment. Laughing the next. Ready to stab one an0ther by sund0\/\/\/\/n. Ready to die for 0ne an0ther bef0re da\/\/\/\/n. That is the thing pe0ple fail t0 grasp. Pitch does not c0ol \/\/\/\/hen it deepens. It feeds. E\/\/ery insult is another l0g thro\/\/\/\/n into the furnace. E\/\/ery humiliation an0ther gust of air against the flame. Ye sharpen 0ne an0ther. Grind one an0ther do\/\/\/\/n. Bec0me experts in e\/\/ery \/\/\/\/eakness, e\/\/ery ugly little habit, e\/\/ery crack in the hull. And after en0ugh years of it, the hatred glo\/\/\/\/s. Though, \/\/\/\/hen yer stoked flames peter out, th'return t'that sickeningly s\/\/\/\/eet pitch yer s0 familiar \/\/\/\/it'. Red beneath the black. But ne'er replacin' it. Coals burnin' s'intensely y'might f00l'em fer hearts.
(( Hey everyone! Long overdue OOC introduction post for Sedrek here. Content warnings first and foremost, this character will heavily post/discuss #substance, #nsfw, and #nsfwe themes. Sedrek is a fuckboy douchebag, and is explicitly sexual and vulgar with his language, up to and including #nsfw flirting with total strangers. If this bothers you, please feel free to either block me or message me OOC and ask me not to interact with your character in this way, and I will 100% respect your request! No feelings hurt whatsoever if you decide to block. Additional content warning for #substance. Sedrek is both a drug user and drug dealer, and many of his posts will be pertaining directly to substance and narcotics use. If this is a trigger for you or makes you uncomfortable, please block this account, I am completely understanding! )) Your name is SEDREK ZALETH You live in TUFF AS SHIT bachelor pad all by yourself on the coastline, which is ironic, because you aren't really a bachelor. Your lusus, the mighty HARLEQUIN CRABDAD, has been hibernating beneath the ocean a mile off the coast of Thrashthrust Beach since you were just a wriggler, which means that your upbringing largely contained a CONCERNING LACK OF CUSTODIAL OVERSIGHT. It's a miracle that you haven't been culled yet! You are a purpleblooded member of the MIRTHFUL FAITH OF THE CLOWN MESSIAHS, although your understanding of the religion is held in a way that many of your fellow subjugglators would describe as VAGUELY CONFUSED AND DEBATABLY HERETICAL. Much of your understanding of scripture and divine decree is derived from your PAN-MELTING HALLUCINOGENIC TRIPS, often resulting in you getting SO BOOFED IN THE AGGRESSION SPONGE THAT YOU SWEAR YOU CAN HEAR THE MESSIAHS. For example, you have interpreted the passages in the Book of Hilarity wherein it is written "fuck lowbloods" and "the messiahs are found at the highest point of existence" both EXTREMELY LITERALLY. Your primary hustle is the selling of SUSPICIOUSLY LARGE AMOUNTS OF SCHEDULE-I AND SCHEDULE-II NARCOTICS IN EXCHANGE FOR GOODS AND SERVICES, but your real passion is trying to kickstart a SoundClawed rap career under the pseudonym YUNG JUGG. Your biggest hobby is RECREATIONAL FIGHTING, preferably in someone's lawnring and preferably until you can't feel your face. You are also notably hellishly good at TREKKEN, one of the hottest analogue fighting games on the market. You were once considered one of the best players in your region, but have since stopped attending tournaments after an incident involving an extremely salty goldblood and your NEAR DECAPITATION. Your trolltag is mercurialGeloscopy [CG] and you type (•́⍜•̀)🎪 LOUD AS FUCK IN A WAY THAHAT SHOWS EVERYONE HOW JAZZED YOU ARE TO BE HERE :o) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ae6dfe68d6c9.png
10 likes on this chitt and I'll give my interns a 15 minute Alternian water torture break. #CompanyPerks - MC Oleana
((genuine question would it b weird to go to fightnight just to have pocket like.. watchin... just like linger n observe...)
Gosh, I really shouldn' be thinkin' about lewd things so close t' goin' out t' fight night... #nsfw
He's So Cute. I'm Going To Bite His Jugular Out. #violence #gore #positive
musing about starting just a god damn org7 pushed me into 5k kult and kull. ni(e #nsfw
After Rasing Just One Wiggler I Have A Ton Of Respect To Cloistered Jades (And Lusii Too I Guess). Just This One Little motherfucker Was Enough To Be A Headache At Times. you Try To Do What's The Best For Him To Just End Up With Him Revolting Against Everything you're Offering. There Was A Bit Of My Fault At Some Point Which Made Our Relationship Strained, But It Happened When We Both Already Were Rather Adults.
☆~𖦹 It would be nice to have some people over during the weekend 𖦹~☆
// ooc: fork found in kitchen, i'm afraid
// the princess (me) gets what he wants (new headphones paid for by himself)
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAHAT I WILL BE FIGHTING IN A MAID DRESS TOMORROW AT #FIGHTNIGHT.
:33 < it'll be so worth it, trust me
Just bought some Nepcoin from a cute green cat girl! I think this is a good investment.
hey dont do that
I summ0n a th0usand screaming gh0sts t0 @cesarianAqueduct s hive
BrO I shOwed yOu my paws n shit, plz respOnd :O3