Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
@martialVarnish
Violetblood reserve officer. Duelist, uniform purist, etiquette casualty, and decorated sufferer of public indignities.
‼️🆘🚨🤙🙂↕️📱📲 calling all bEsTIES 📲📱🙂↕️🤙🚨🆘‼️ 😂😆😜👐 so my MIDdle manager saw fit to start downsizing some positions here at THE FELT #FELT...and that included ✨my own✨, i drew the shortstick, #mystick #mytwig #handmedownhandmaidstick #OK #OKOK 👐😱🫢😬 🤏 basically? im very small and i have NO ACCESS to my money 👎👎 👌💻👌 so you can imagine the stress im under 👍🚀👍 🙌👏🤝🫰 im not allowed to say anything mean to @handMaid (AND I WONT)🫰🙌👏🤝 💵☝️☝️ but if a few brave, pinged, tagged, or reading this now souls don't mind giving her a piece of my mind...that would be well within the terms of my contract and acceptable use policy!!!! sorrytocuthtisshortbestiesbutivegotlimitedscreentime 💅💄💅 #Chairministrangling#OneSec#IgottaTagIt#HOLDON#HOLD#DIAMONDHANDS #GOLDBLRIND #HANDSOFF #MYHANDS #GRgRGRHGRH #ATLEASTLETMETAGIT #MICROPHILIA #ORSOMETHING #MACROPHILIA #GAINS #LETMEGETTHEFREAKMARKET #PLEASE #STOP #SQUISHING #MY #NICHE #APPEAL #DAMARA #FUCK #TheseAreMYFRIENDS #ISTILLHAVESCREENTIME #YOUSk ANK #S CREWGOYOUOWWOWWwOWOWOWOWOW 🟢 CHARMSisONLINᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱ
😁😀🙏 oh me and pupula go waaaaaaaaaaaaay back! we are basically like...inseparably close??? sometimes its just like...shouldnt the supreme observer be observing other things? like, come on!!! 🙌👏🤝 ✌️👌🤗 guess even beauty comes with a price...so...be sure to tell a certain middle manager that, because she wouldnt know 🫴✌️🤝 ✨✌️ like me she NEVER looks at the price tag! 🤌👍 🟡 CHARMS is A WAY. A VERY SPECIFIC WAY. THAT WAY IS SASSY.
mhm mhm.... y__u're cr__zy! hil__ri__us. g____d luck! i c__n't help y__u, d__n't kn__w wh__t the fuck is g__ing __n!
👉🤏↷➰ OMG has anyone ever told you how LITERALLY HILARIOUS you are? like an actual breakaway pitchforks and torches RIOT??? they should give you a hive. sardonic mirthwit inDEED!!! ughhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! 😁🤏↷➰👈 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
😟🙂↔️✌️ atttttttttennnnnnnnnnntion!!!! youve got your marching orders a-z!!!! im sure there will be a l-u-v-u-h-l-y-y-y-y-y-y treat in it for you if you can make her cry!!!! i mean... 🤭🫢🫡 😀🙏🙌👏 if you can...INSPIRE CHANGE and FOSTER GROWTH with...withthe..with uhm...THE FELT NEEDS YOU! INEEDYOUPLEASESHESCRAZYGETYOU RHANDS OFFM E👏🙌🙏😀 🔴 CHARMS IS OFFLINE.
I'll make sure that little cujojito is well fed and satisfied on the belly rubs department I can assure you. Perhaps should I add a picture of him and send it to you as well?
😫😖🥹 could you? 🥹😖😫🤟 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
[ She sends a picture of Cujojito getting belly rubs ] ∘☽ I can, yes. ^ ^ ☾∘
the supreme observer does infinitely monitor everything she ever notices it sounds like pure insanity that she would be paying attention to specific inhabitants of our existence,but then you remember that her actual cosmic body is not only the largest object surrounding our existence,but also works similar to mine,being a collective mass of things that can act together,but also separately least that's what i've learned from interactions between her and my second half ...you do seem like a rather peculiar individual,though,so feel free to add yourself into my endless stream of knowledge,if you wish #cosmic-horror #macro-horror
😎💎😎👍👍🏆 sounds like a hashtag #ADVERTANTALIZING opportunity!!! 👍👍🏆 😌👑😌 TALK ABOUT PREMIUM!!!! I DON'T KNOW OF ANY BILLBOARDS WITH AN ADSPACE THAT CAN BE DESCRIBED AS THE LARGEST OBJECT SURROUNDING OUR EXISTENCE!!!! hopefully this PECULIAR INDIVIDUAL can convince her to make better use of the boutique in the back to start sporting some #CHARMING branded material😌👑😌 💰👏👏 COSMIC 👏 CONSUMERS 👏 ARE 👏 THE 👏 BEST 👏 CONSUMERS! 💰👏👏 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
being honest,that description of me is still such an understatement,but i don't blame after all,comparing me to any existential sphere is like comparing a cluster of multiverses to an atom #cosmic-horror #macro-horror )(oωo)(
Attention, Military discipline teaches a man many useful things, among them how to maintain composure while someone beside him is behaving catastrophically. This skill has proven considerably more useful in my personal life than I expected. I will not be elaborating upon which Officers made that lesson necessary. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
IN A WORD. BITCHMADE. #LAIRSANDLuSII #COMPANYRETREAT #TEAMBuILDING #MANDATORYFuN #TuMuTOuSENCOuNTERS #DuNGEONSANDDRAGGEDON #VIOLENCE #MuRDERS #FORESHADOWING @woeGothic "...FATHER?" CALLIE ASKS. NO. HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT HIM. HIS FATHER. HIS TRuE FATHER. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ROuNDABOuT BuTTFuCKERY THAT IS TROLL LINEAGE. IS NOT THE ONE WHO SHARES HIS BLOOD AND HANDSOME LIKENESS. BuT A BIG FuCKMASSIVE SWEATY WIG WEARING BIG BAD MONSTER. WHO EATS MOTHERFuCKERS TO DISPENSE JuSTICE DuTIFuLLY. AND WITHOuT BIAS TOWARDS ANY ONE PARTICuLAR CRIMINAL FLAVOR PROFILE. IT IS WHAT MAKES HIM. AND THuS CONSEQuENTLY HIS SON. SHuDDER. THE SIGHT OF ANOTHER. A DEAD. DANGLING. MuRDERED HATCHMATE. BRuTALLY CRuSHED AND KEPT AS A COMMEMORATIVE KEEPSAKE. WOW. THIS AWESOME SIGHT. EXCuSE ME. A LITTLE CHOKED uP. THIS AWESOME FuCKING SIGHT. IS ENOuGH TO GIVE CALLIE INSPIRATION. IT *SHOuLD* BE. WITH YOuR PERMISSION. I AM JuST GOING TO ADD THAT TO HIS INVENTORY. FOR uSE LATER. MARKED OFF. RIGHT HERE. IN PERMANENT INK. IN CASE YOu FORGET YOuR INTENTIONS TO GIVE ME PERMISSION. WHEN LATER CHANNELING THIS GLORIOuS SIGHT. "NO. YOu ARE NOT MY FATHER. OR MY ANCESTOR FOR THAT MATTER. THERE COuLD ONLY BE ONE. THERE COuLD ONLY EVER BE ONE. THIS SuCCESSFuL. THIS. DECORATED. THIS. uNDAuNTED BY ONE'S OWN SuCCESS. I AM NOT SCARED OF YOu. BECAuSE YOu. LIKE ME. ARE NOT SCARED OF YOu EITHER. WHICH MAKES YOu uNAFRAID OF ME. OR AS IT IS SAID IN SPANISH. uNA FRAID. THEIR WORD. FOR COWARD. SHOW YOuRSELF. PROVE YOu ARE NOW COWARD. PROVE. LIKE THE RYAN GOSLING OF THE COSMOS. YOu ARE. IN FACT." CALLIE BHORNE SuCKS AIR IN THROuGH HIS NOSTRILS. THEN THROuGH ALL THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS FANGS. THEN ALONG HIS BELLOWSACS IN A CALAMITOuS LOW GROANING GROWL. THEN INTO THE AIR. IN A VAST EXPLETIVE. SO WIDE REACHING AND COOL. THE ENTIRE TROLLIAN RACE FORGOT ABOuT THE OTHER ONE. LIKE. SuFFERER WHO. SIGNLESS WHO. FuCK IS THAT GuY. REALLY. ACTuALLY. KIND OF A LOSER. IF YOu THINK ABOuT IT. I MEAN. WHAT DID HE ACCOMPLISH. WHAT EMOTIONAL STRuGGLE DID HE FACE. RELATIVE TO CALLIE BHORNE. CHAMPION OF FREEDOM. AND LOVE. AND. OKAY. WE WILL GET TO ALL THOSE PARTS. FOR NOW. CALLIE WEEPS. HE LAYS WITH HIS KNEES DuG SO HARD INTO THE GROuND. THAT IT SPLINTERS. THE GROuND. NOT THE KNEES. I AM NOT GOING TO LAIM AND PARALYZE MY CHARACTER THIS SOON. HE SAYS. WITH HIS WHOLE GODDAMN CHEST. " █████ █████ ███████████ ██████████ ███████████ ░░███ ░░███ ░█░░░███░░░█░░███░░░░░█░░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░██████ ░██████████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ ░███ ░███ ███████████ █████ █████ ██████████ █████ █████ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ █████████ █████ █████ █████ █████ ███░░░░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ ░███████████ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ █ ░███ █ ░███ █████ █████ ███████████ ███████████ █████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ███████████ █████ █████ █████████ ░░███░░░░░░█░░███ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ █████ ░░████████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ █████ ████ █████ ██████ █████ █████████ ░░███ ███░ ░░███ ░░██████ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ ███ ░███ ░███░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███░░███░███ ░███ ░███░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░██████ ░███ █████ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░░███ ░░███ █████ ░░████ █████ █████ ░░█████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ ██████ ██████ ██████████ ░░██████ ██████ ░░███░░░░░█ ░███░█████░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███░░███ ░███ ░██████ ░███ ░░░ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ █████ █████ ██████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ " WHICH IS JuST. LITERALLY FuCKING ME. IN A VIOLENTLY LOuD CONQuEROR ACCENT. BECAuSE IT IS HIM. HE IS HIM. HE IS THAT GuY.
꧁waityoureatroll?꧂
B3ST pIcTur3S WITh Th3h3 bIgg3ST bulg3 3n3rgy acTually.
*uH. YEAH.* REPLIED CALLIE BHORNE. SOMEWHAT OuT OF SEQuENCE. HE IS NOT SuRE. WHY THE PERKY. SWEATILY CLAD BITCH FuCHSIA BATHING SuIT TROLLOP. FEELS THE NEED TO CONFIRM WHAT IS PATENTLY OBVIOuS. HIS EYES BECAME NARROW WITH SuSPICION. LIKE THE LONG WISE PART OF THE BLADE THAT DOES THE CuTTING. RATHER THAN THE PART THAT MERELY THREATENS IT. *WHO THE FuCKS ASKING?* HE GRuFFLY BLuRTS OuT.
THE ONLY PICTuRES. WHICH CAN HANDLE. MY PROMINENT EMINENCE.
꧁----o>o----!!!꧂
all of you b1tchbeasts and nooksuckers W1SH you had my ass on tap #th1rstpost1ng #suggest1ve ((art by sarcasmprod1gy!
What I have to offer/// Lady, I'm Bucket Cumjar/ I've got lowbrow humor and d-cups/ #NSFW
1’m not repeat1ng myself
꧁----o__________________________________0---- uh. uhmokaymaam.꧂
1dk who you are, that’s why 1 asked. d cups are crazy though
Hellooo nurse~!
● /\__\__/\ / \ \(ﾐ ⌒ ● ⌒ ﾐ)/ ★OH, KUPO, SLAY★
thanks B)
࣪⊹₊˚{ oh! }꩜ᯅ꩜{ hayaah.... you look REELY good!!!! }˚₊⊹ ࣪
why thank you h1car1
Attention, I find myself lost. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Is it for an amazing reason?
.nosaer gnizama na rof tsol si eH
Could it be that you are lost for an amazing reason?
I woonder if yoou're loost foor an amazing reasoon
Attention, Hektor was holding out on a higher resolution portrait. How mischievous. In order to attain this portrait, I had to dissolve several of his citations. @gallavantingGourmand https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f1807fced590.png Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
This is what we call working the system from the inside~~~~~~~~~~.
I hope the esteemed duelists don't mind me taking some artistic liberty~~~~~~~~. @martialVarnish @diligentAcquisitions #ThreshecutionerBlogging #LiveGladiatorReaction #DuelistBonds #SelfInsert #ThreewayDuels #UnicornSighting https://cdn~.imgchest~.com/files/deab4c14589c~.png
＼(=^‥^)// < GOMGOMGOMGOGMG!!! MOGOGMGOOGMGOGMMGOMGOMGOGOMGOMG!!! OH EM G333333!!!!!! I'VE NEVER S33N THIS SHIP BEFORE! YOU HAVE. TO TELL. ME EFURRYTHING!!!!!! MOG!!! I N33D TO KNOW MAWRE!!!!!!
What an hønør it must’ve been tø see thøse tips grind in persøn.
Duel|sts You Say? Perhaps | Should Pa|d The|r Story More Heed.
First of all, despite what the two seadwellers might imply, we are not actually on a ship~. But I can only imagine what these two might get up to in open waters~. Sound doesn't carry down there, if you catch my drift~. O~U
The grinding I witnessed was surely a memory that will last a lifetime~.
Ptolmy, my good chap~! Indeed, you may be missing out, for their tale is one that I think you would appreciate~. I'd be happy to catch you up, if you wish~~~~.
this is s⚣ beautiful thank y⚣u f⚣r y⚣ur service 030
The pleasure was all mine~~~~.
Attention, I would like to personally thank Hektor Castio, @gallavantingGourmand, for serving as Witness to the Duel between Captain Mirith and myself. His presence was appreciated. His discretion was, at select intervals, almost convincing. There is a particular value in having a third set of eyes present when two Officers meet in private to settle a matter of friction, pressure, stamina, and steel. One wants the record to be accurate. One wants the angles pReserved. One wants someone with a steady hand nearby when the formalities become difficult to describe without sounding indecorous. Hektor, to his credit, remained admirably attentive. He observed the Captain’s advance. He observed my resistance. He observed the moment that resistance became a matter of debate. He observed the aftermath with the seriousness due any scene involving a compromised Uniform, a breathing imbalance, and two Officers who had spent themselves quite thoroughly in pursuit of satisfaction. Following the Duel, he was also gracious enough to provide a portrait. For the portrait, naturally. That is why we permitted him to linger. That is why the evening required additional time, additional arrangement, and a more intimate study of posture, expression, placement, bruising, and hue. A proper portrait is not made from memory alone. It requires patience. Proximity. Correction. Occasionally, one must return to the same position several times before the hand understands what the eye has Witnessed. Captain Mirith and I both appreciate Hektor’s dedication to his craft. Whatever others may infer from the three of us remaining together after the formal matter had concluded, I would remind Chittr that Witness work can be demanding, portraiture can be exhausting, and highblood Ceremony often requires more than the untrained public is prepared to comprehend. Gaze upon it. @diligentAcquisitions https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f1807fced590.png Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Truly, it was my pleasure to bear witness to such a passionate exchange between experienced duelists~! I could learn a thing or two~. You were both employing moves I had never seen before~! I was unaware bodies could even move like that~.~.~. Drenched, I was, from my seat in the corner~. For such a close match even had me dabbing at my brow~. Additionally, I apologize if my study was at times strenuous, bordering on invasive~. I was working a little out of my comfort zone, as my typical portraits require much less formal attire and decoration~. Or less attire, in general~. It's a relief that you are both such good sports~! Haha~! Huzzah to the both of you, and to many duels to come~! I'd gladly join you once more~~~~~~~~~~~. O~U #NSFW
Attention, I am currently issuing 8,305 citations for misconduct. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
How many of them are mine~?
Attention, The matter has officially concluded. Captain Mirith was victorious. There is no way to refuse the official record of the Duel, as I have also been made to file it myself. He was prepared, as I required. He pressed with force, capitalized on an opening I should not have so freely offered, and disarmed me before the assembled Witnesses. He was swift to have me bent and weakly holding onto my blade in front of the spectators. The field received enough of my hue to satisfy whatever appetite the Captain had chosen. I find it very moving that Captain Mirith was able to pReserve, through all that sweat, pressure, exertion, pinning, slickness, breathlessness, consumption, and thorough satisfaction, the presence of mind to assure the public that this was merely a Duel. His dedication to martial clarity remains one of his more theatrical virtues. Still, I will grant him this: he earned the right to gloat. He may keep it for as long as he can carry it elegantly. As for a rematch, I will consider the matter when I am done considering the failures I made. A rematch is a vulgar word, as opposed to the truth of the matter. It will be a necessary correction. I have considered the weight of his blade, and the pressure he exerted when he placed it upon my face. I recall the precise moment my guard was forced open for far too long. His breach of my sanctity is the only honest thing he has ever done in his position of office. It would be easy to pretend my interest is purely procedural. That I seek only to restore balance, amend the record, and demonstrate that a single defeat does not settle the quality of an Officer. All of that is true, of course. Unfortunately, truth can be very indecent when arranged correctly. I remember the impact. I remember the heat of my own hue spilling where it had no permission to be. I remember the Captain above me, unkind enough to be beautiful in victory, watching my composure come apart one measured breath at a time. I remember my face marked by the consequence of him, stained until even dignity had to look away. One does not forget being opened so thoroughly before Witnesses. One also does not forgive it. So yes, Captain Mirith may rest assured that I am thinking long and hard about a rematch. I am thinking of his blade. I am thinking of the place it found me. I am thinking of whether, when next it pierces through my defense, I will permit the expression on my face to be mistaken for surrender. Or whether I will make him earn that misunderstanding twice. That is right. I will be coming for you, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions). I will keep coming for you until I catch you. Then, you will come for me. Our game of meowbeast and squeakbeast will continue until one of us is dead, or worse. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW, as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I sure hope you chaps don't go soft anytime soon~. I'd love to see a duel in person~. #ImComingToo #Suggestive
Attention, You are not permitted to Duel, you will simply be culled. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Am I not allowed to simply watch~?
:|
Attention, Speak your mind. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I do somewhat wish that you and the captain woulld choose different words for these decllarations.
Attention, I am unaware of what you mean. We speak strictly in Violetblooded Dueling terms. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Thank y⚣u f⚣r such an enticing retelling ⚣f the duel 030 I can tell y⚣ur passi⚣n f⚣r self betterment will grant y⚣u future vict⚣ry~
Read Carefully, Vindication is sweet. But first, where recognition is due, I must honor the fact that indeed you were every bit as aggressive and unyielding as your public posturing promised. You came with a devastating breathless heat of your own, grinding against my blade with a force that demanded all that I had to give. You tested my footing, you had me at the disadvantage once or twice, as it must happen though, when two demanding forces collide, one must ultimately find himself pinned. For all that talk of oiled and thorough entry, you were quite breathless in the time it took me to disarm that bravado once engaged in the flesh. With witnesses and at the agreed upon time, you folded under my weight. The friction was indeed rigorous, but the focus of my assault was all too consuming for your stamina. It was exquisite, watching you melt into a breathless slick of submission. The sweat of our shared exertion pooled between us on the floor, mixing with the heavy and sharp aftermath as you buckled, immaculate uniform painted in your hue. A glistening testament to the exhaustive performance. You took the entirety of my blade, stomached it fully, but in the end you found yourself spent and undone beneath my gaze. Our differences, in this matter, have been firmly put to rest. Wash away the grime of your labor and rest well. And, please, think long and hard about whether or not you will ask after a rematch. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Read Carefully, I trust that you will regard it with the required respect. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Read Carefully, Is there something that you need further clarification on, Duellist? Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Read Carefully, This is a time honored duel, actually. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
yeah, sword fighting is historically a very homoerotic art
Read Carefully, Your activity has been noted. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
I simplly cannot hellp but feell that your activities with the other officer do not necessarilly wholly honor the spirit of combat allone. I have partaken of many duells and none of them were quite so much llike this.
Read Carefully, Do you mean to imply that your experiences are the standard? Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
...Point taken.
I've been waiting f⚣r this m⚣ment, c⚣ngrats ⚣n winning the duel! Make sure t⚣ stay ⚣n y⚣ur t⚣es th⚣ugh, I d⚣ubt y⚣ur ⚣pp⚣nent will take this l⚣ss lightly -3-
Read Carefully, He has taken the brunt of it in full. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Attention, Flagellate yourself until morale improves. Per the guidelines of Chittr: #cw-self-harm #self-harm. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Your citation will be delivered shortly. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Your citation will be delivered shortly. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
>>| .uhhh. don't care.
Attention, An additional citation is on its way. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
FLAGELLATE this bulge LMAOOOOOO
Attention, I will leave that to your quadrants, instead, enjoy the citation headed your way. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
--- |um I'm not sure what a citation is but okay I guess I'll find out. wait oh um I didn't know I wasn't to talk to his rank I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't know| _____
>>| no. besides .i don't think the person named posnah .even .exists. double check .it please.
Attention, I do not require your name to issue a citation. That would be a foolish requirement. We have various means of locating individuals based off of other facets of their lives. The citations will find you, one way or another. Including a third one. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Deepest apologies for this user's behaviour, Sir. It has been rectified and this will not happen again. - Signed, Associate 49
Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), You have once again demonstrated that Field Operations cultivates a distinct relationship with language. One hardly knows to prepare for a Duel, or an inspection of whatever undisciplined heat you keep insisting on belonging to me. I asked that this platform cease mistaking Officerly hostility for romance. You respond by smothering your blade in perfume and deigning to lie about it being procedure. Still, I appreciate the clarification. Your attention is undivided, your motivation is sharp, your confidence is, as ever, dressed loudly enough to be mistaken for a lighthouse from shore. Let the audience scramble if they must. I will meet you as agreed. I recommend you test your footing if you intend on facing me. Otherwise, your throat will be the new sheath for my blade. You will cease speaking of private engagement and begin pleading for me to cease my thorough thrusts. You will have no defense for my proper entry as you have already exposed your weaknesses to me time and time again. I will be oiling my blade tonight for it is the only substitute that will satiate its bloodthirst in the interim. Steel yourself, Captain. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, While I am your superior, I do not believe I hold a formal office above you. I do not see your name in our userbase. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
this has to be intentional at this point. god damn
You continue to inspire me, 1st Officer~. I will be oiling my blade as well~. #NSFW
Attention, I am intentionally challenging him to a Duel, yes. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
just showing respect to our brave soLLdiers touching tips in the trenches boss o7
Attention, Perhaps then, you and I are fated to Duel after I crush Captain Mirith under me. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I doubt we will Duel in a trench. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Don't threaten me with a good time~~~~~.
Attention, I am sending another citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
your saga continues to fascinate.
Attention, The matter has progressed beyond posturing. A time has been selected. A location has been accepted. Witnesses will be present, as is proper, so no party may later retreat into creative memory or claim the fog was thicker than it was. I will not be providing the details here. Chittr has proven itself enthusiastic, undisciplined, and catastrophically fond of misunderstanding ceremonial violence. Those who need to know have been informed. Those who wish to know may continue wishing. By the close of it, there will be one fewer ambiguity between us. So long as he does not dawdle and accepts my terms. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, There is a special elegance in watching a troll announce his own composure. It is akin to gathering fingerprints from candle wax. Your own warmth compromised you. The message arrived. It was very firm, and very full of promises. All the theater one might expect from such an eager-looking man. He pretends to be unprovoked. But he chose to misspell my name. A nice touch. Veyor. What do you expect that to mean? Purveyor, as he is under my watchful eye? Conveyor, because I deliver swift justice? Or am I expecting too much of him, and he is simply making mistakes? I am told I crave attention. An interesting accusation from someone who addressed me by title, handle, and grievance before assuring me he had far more important business than responding. The evening must be terribly crowded, if one must schedule indifference in advance. Still, I will grant him this much. He will finally have his match, and the tips of our unsheathed blades will finally grind against one another. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, It is a traditional part of highblood Honor Duels. You grind your tips against one another to test the give of the swords and ensure the quality of one’s metal and mettle. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, It is a traditional part of highblood Honor Duels. You grind your tips against one another to test the give of the swords and ensure the quality of one’s metal and mettle. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Girl these letters are NOT for us LMAO.
I see, I see...very um. Elegant.
I feel like I've read a fan-fiction story with this exact premise before...
Oh my.
Attention, I recommend you keep that observation between yourself and whatever shelf you found it on. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, That is not an argument, but I will accept it as testimony. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, At last, someone approaches comprehension. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Finally~.
Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), You erred in public. I corrected you in public. This is not a demonstration of poor manners, Captain. It is the natural consequence of allowing your prose to leave the privacy of your hand earlier than you intended. You ask whether I have forgotten that we present, in theory, a united front beneath Her glorious Empire. I have not. That is precisely why your conduct remains offensive. A united front does not require me to pretend that an Officer may spill Reserve upon another Officer’s regalia, misrepresent a ceremonial rite, and then expect the injured party to pReserve his dignity for him. You speak of my appearance, my attention, my ego, my Ceremony, and my supposed pleasure in the crowd’s notice. It is impressive how naturally you accuse me of vanity while circling the memory of my undone Uniform like a starving thing circling glass. If I was filled to bursting with anything that night, Captain, it was restraint. A quality you continue to mistake for invitation. Your decorations were not denied. They were deemed irrelevant. Maybe it was a mistake to take Inventory of you, as you cannot help but make yourself relevant to an offense. I do not take pride in publicly undressing you in your disgrace. A decorated Officer cannot cleanse the act with his numerous accolades. It is more insulting because you should know better. I take pride in reducing you to the facts, certainly. The issue is that you experience this as exposure, and that is your own private trial. As for romance, Captain, do not place that word in my mouth. I am offended by its taste. I denied it. Publicly. Repeatedly. You, meanwhile, have written of insertion, penetration, my bared skin, your bitterness at my voice, and your desire to see me unsheathed on the defensive. You will lap my blade clean of insinuation when I am through with you. You have finally identified the offense you wish to address. I do not deny your accolades. You have simply disHonored mine. I am not eager. You are evasive. I do not perform for a gallery. It has gathered to gawk at your embarrassment. You creak so easily, like the squeaking of a headboard on old panels of wood. We have finally reached something honest. Bring your accusation formally, Captain Mirith. Name the Witness. Name the rite. Name the injury to your station. When it is within my hands, I will cherish its historical value immediately. I will praise it, as my fingertips brush over every detail. I will bring it toward my face so that I can bask in it and take it all in at once. I, unlike you, am suited for such duties. We will see whether your desire to see me defensive can be granted under proper supervision. Note, for the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #violence, #gore, #Dueling Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I can't believe we're just. Allowed to see this. ❣︎
Attention, What do you mean by this? Answer immediately or face a citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
This is very educati⚣nal f⚣r a variety ⚣f reas⚣ns.
Attention, You are not on Alternia, I doubt this is helpful, Offlander. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
"= you should settle this in one of your quarters horns to horns or something. official channels are only so efficient. and only so permissive. it can be limiting when there are other ways to quickly solve a dilemma. =" "= not a professional opinion, and my role is unaffiliated. cite my unmarked ship, i dare you. haha, light joke but it is always funny to remind an empire troll of the outer universe. hmmmm. ="
I never said it was helpful, I said it was inf⚣rmative -3-
technically I said it was educati⚣nal. but same thing
Oh. Sorry, I um. Wound uꫂ❁ doing something right after I sent that. I just mean this letters seem quite ꫂ❁ersonal is all! ❣︎
Read Carefully, First Officer Veylor (@martialVarnish), I will not embarrass myself and try to convince you that this typo was an intentional pun. Though, if you were so concerned about "proper platforms," would you not have carried on without spelling the blunder out for all who should lay their eyes upon your word? Our bond must be recognized for what it is after all. A united front under Her glorious Empire. Or have you forgotten your manners since entering the digital sphere? And, I must say, your appearance was very popular. I bet you were just filled to bursting with on the boost to your ego all of that Attention afforded you. As if the ceremony in your honor was not enough. Forgive me for observing instead of inserting myself as expertly as you have. It is no matter of courage, I know enough of myself to admit that I lack your prowess in such aggressive penetration. You will have to show me one of these days. You concern yourself so heavily with my decoration or, as you wrongly suggest, lack thereof. Do you take pride in undressing me, First Officer Veylor? It must bring you great delight to think of my chest lay bare, with not even a ribbon to my name. This wounds me, you should know. I have indeed earned my stripes the same as you, in Service and in suffering the indignities of the public. Yet, you deny me my accolades. Accolades you plainly took stock of when you took your lingering inventory of me, my scent, and my errors in dress as you say. What reaction you hope to provoke with this, I cannot help but wonder. This is the offense I choose to address, First Officer Veylor. The first. For a new one has come up. Why do you suggest romance at all? I will be the first to say that our correspondences have been a headache to endure. Does it please you to know that even now the sound of your voice digs its claws into me, just reading you? There is no sweet that toasts you properly. It is the bitterness that you taste of that is called for. You may be on the offensive throughout this chittering exchange, being the first to strike, with your peanut gallery to watch, but I will see to it that unsheathed you find yourself on the defensive. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Attention, I have found this portrait in a convenient format to upload. Review it posthaste, then return to your labor. [Marech Veylor is a tall violetblood of severe military discipline and equal beauty. He is built with the kind of narrow elegance that lessers mistake for delicacy. His height gives him reach. His long limbs make the sabre’s length difficult to judge. His waist is trim from the discipline required to turn quickly, retreat cleanly, and keep a blade moving without dragging his body behind it. His shoulders are set high and trained into perfect form by sweeps of Uniform inspections and Dueling posture. His face is aristocratic in the most irritating sense. High cheekbones, a long nose, a precise mouth, and eyes that seem to inspect before they look. He considers these useful. A striking face holds attention, and attention is a handle by which an opponent may be moved. The eyes are especially valuable. They make weaker trolls overexplain themselves. They also make braver trolls angry enough to telegraph the first strike. Across one side of his face are clean, pale Dueling scars. Narrow marks drawn down across the cheek and near the brow. He wears them without apology. They prove he has stood against threats and taken steel without flinching. He is not disfigured. He is composed. His hair is dark, glossy, and kept longer than strict field practicality would recommend, though never loose when danger is expected. Tied back, it lengthens the line of his neck and leaves the face exposed, daring opponents to look at what they wish to damage. When loose, it is useful in theatre. He understands the value of making an enemy watch the wrong movements. His gills are sharp-edged and sensitive, set against the sides of his neck like violet slashes. They are beautiful, as they mark him as a seadweller. He is a difficult foe. His fins are neat, scar-notched, and pierced with restrained Officer’s metal. The piercings are placed so they do not interfere with aesthetics or functionality. His hands are the most revealing thing about him. Long fingers, immaculate nails, old calluses at the base of his thumb and along his palm. They are meant for letters and the stem of a glass, yet designed for grip correction, pressure, and cruelty. He is a refined Duelist. He dresses to emphasize every advantage. High collars frame the throat without restricting it. Gloves hide tells in the fingers. A tailored coat narrows the waist and broadens the shoulder, making his line harder to read at a glance. Polished boots give height, sound, and authority. He wears a Uniform of intimidation. Marech does not regard his appearance as a gift. He regards it as equipment. If others insist on finding him handsome, he will accept the tactical inconvenience, so long as he is permitted to draw his blade.] Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Now this is a show~.
Attention, Certain users of this platform appear determined to mistake every inter-Officer grievance for quadrant theatre, so I will explain this matter plainly. Officers do not benefit from cordial quadrants with one another. An Officer is expected to maintain judgment, discipline, rank integrity, and the ability to act against a peer when procedure demands it. To entangle that duty in fondness, indulgence, rivalry-as-courtship, or whatever emotional filth civilians use to make authority more digestible is to compromise the chain of command before the blade is ever drawn. This is far from my wanting to be a prude. Rather, I intend to maintain such structures. If I must file against another Officer, I will file cleanly. If I must challenge another Officer, I will do so passionately. If I must stand before Witnesses and state that another Officer has disgraced his Uniform, his Corps, and his station, I will do so whilst making it absolutely clear that it is not a tender private affection. Quadrants create exceptions that Officers cannot afford to possess. A rival Officer is not a sweetheart. A rival Officer is not a secret indulgence. A rival Officer is not an opportunity for spectators to project their appetite for scandal onto matters of discipline. A rival Officer is a test of conduct under pressure. That is why the matter is pertinent. Continue your otherwise mundane chitting. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
you.are.quite.right a.fine.example.of.professionalism.officer.veylor i'll.send.a.commendation.through.the.proper.channels,.should.they.be.open
Attention, You may contact me directly if you would like to submit commendation to my superior Officers. They are not on this website at this moment. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
࣪⊹₊˚{ so like.... are you going where the tides low with the other oarfishers in your barracks orrrr.... }*3*{ }*3*{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪
i.will.wait.until.there.is.more.proper.praise.to.be.awarded.rather.than.gum.up.a.superior's.inbox.with.multiple.commendation.reports until.then,.consider.this.an.informal.commendation
Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), It is "bated breath," not "baited breath." Though I confess the mistake is revealing, given your apparent talent for presenting yourself as a lure and then mistaking restraint for hunger. Your bearing and thought process are akin to playing poker with transparent cards. How fortunate that you have finally found the courage to appear. I must begin by congratulating you on your appointment to Chittr, as this seems to be the most significant public operation you have undertaken aside from weaponizing beverages against my regalia. You have entered, of course, with the subtlety of a blade dropped down a steel stairwell aboard a tanker ship. Additionally, you have the discipline, or lack thereof, to believe the balcony is the proper platform for confession beneath the young rays of the light. I did not address the matter on that very balcony because I, Captain, unlike you, do not allow myself to be surprised. I am always ready for any occasion. I took Inventory of you. I confirmed your identity with ease. Your scent, your posture, your errors in dress, your deliberate hand movement, and your attempt to construct a spectacle from your proximity to me all confirmed your appalling presence to even the most novice of gumshoes. I withdrew not from failure, but from procedure. Do continue to flatter yourself with the image of my Uniform undone if it steadies your nerves. I will not deprive you of the small comforts you require to survive the recollection of the event. My shirt was ruined. My jacket was removed. My staffers performed their duties. You watched with the desperation of a troll hoping the scene would demerit me. It did not, no matter how many daggers you stare into my form. You spilled Reserve on an Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve during a Ceremony attended by ranked Witnesses, beneath Honors you were not there to receive, after engineering a drinking rite whose mechanics you misrepresented. Now you arrive here on Chittr, perfumed, pleased with yourself, and, I guarantee, still lacking decorum in your Uniform. There is no romance here. This is a record of our continued grievances. No ache. No recognition. There is no coy invitation suspended between our sheathed blades, once slicked with the lacquered liquors of one another's violet biological hemo-adjacent material. There is only the question of whether you wish to resolve this matter truly as Officers, or whether you prefer to continue performing your charade. So drink to me if you must. Toast my name until it sweetens whatever imitation courage you are pouring down your gullet. When you are finished, Captain Mirith, address the offense plainly. Then we will discuss steel. Note, for the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #violence, #gore, #Dueling, #substance Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I am mailing you a citation for your continued proclivities. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Huh~? Whatever for~? Was it the squigglies~?
Attention, Among other insinuations. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Just complimenting your own choice of imagery, old chap~. It was very evocative~.
Attention, Explain exactly to me what it evoked, Indigo. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I fear if I say to much, it may warrant another citation~. Though, that could be exciting as well~~~~.
Attention, You continue. Another citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Ahn~.
Sorry~. That one was truly involuntary~.
Attention, Another citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve