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coochie coochie coo
USE THE CREATING THING TO INVENT TROLL PREGNANCY. BOOM, TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE.
shhh pony it'S been more than 12 hours that means the statute of limitations for this post has passed
｢konnichiwa, 8-chan! (^з^)-☆ gyahhh... megane-san is syo proud of 8-chan's arc. (*ﾉ∀｀*) tsundere modeu defeated... and nyow, a pure waifu remains! (*￣∇￣)ノ kawaiiii ne ~☆!｣
Empire makes a døłłar, I make a dime, that’s why I pøst abøut men øn imperiał time.
Didn't say the loser in question would be granted entry; just automatically receive an application so Phuntr can personally laugh at 'em. Do you see my vision.
@GROK SUMMARISE THE LAST HOUR OF CHITTS. 🤯 “🤖SUMMARISING TWO CHITTS... 🤖”
yapper b liek: Fuj𖦹zhing 𖦹ut abt chittr c𖦹uplez like theyre ficti𖦹nal day 1 #ya𖦹i #d𖦹𖦹medya𖦹i #extremelyt𖦹xicya𖦹i #whichizjuztkizmezizya𖦹i
PARTY POOPERS.
It's less about healing in a traditional sense and closer to time gives you the tools you need to cope with the wound. A support system, a new mindset, ways to grapple with the grief. Healing does not mean that the wounds are gone, not always.
oh i got some lies for you or are theie all those like alien abductions people talk about on the news? yeah that was mie hatchmate theie keep trieina frame me for it and im like hello do i look bald? motherfuckers onlie hear what theie wanna hear aniewaie the fifth or sixth time i went to prison (who's even counting these daies) i met a witch proper shrivelled hag tiepe not sexie dancing naked in the woods tiepe she told me imma be the king of the world so i got hiepe as fuck went on a whole ass quest got me some knights and shit aniewaie turns out later there's actuallie gonna be a major historical documentation error in like a thousand sweeps which mistakenlie claims i ruled Alternia for like a sweep no use to me but now i got all these knights i don't know what to do with so i just sent them to mie cousin (the alien abduction guie) and he melted down their armour for a spaceship upgrade aniewaie im also teetotal never drunk or smoke ever #lies #substance #abduction #aliens
yapper b liek: I juzt ch𖦹pped 𖦹ff like half 𖦹f my hair bc it waz getting in the way plz d𖦹nt zay it l𖦹𖦹kz bad i kn𖦹w it l𖦹𖦹kz bad im g𖦹nna cry hlep
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ye⟢h imm⟢ sleep re⟢l g⚙︎⚙︎d, but s⚙︎me⚙︎ne else'll be rubbing my eg⚙︎ f⚙︎r me
>O+ tHIS IS HOW *YOU* WANt ME tO ACt.
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<-H WAIT. <-H TODAY IS SHIRTLESS SATURDAY?
♠️♦️♠️█ ░ ...n0...the r00m is being very vague...and pe0ple are asking if they can help...im being seri0us. i am literally dead. ପ(∗´ര ˰ ര`∗)ଓ ▒ ▓♠️♦️♠️ ♦️█ ░ i am 0ffering...t0 p0ssess y0u... ▒ ▓❤️
yapper b liek: ALL HIGHBL಄಄D Z ARE THE ZAME im g𖦹nna get drunk brb
yapper b liek: I think i already uzed up all my z𖦹rriez 𖦹n them but like H𖦹w d𖦹 i even explain that i d𖦹nt mean t𖦹 zay what i zay Itz like Therez tw𖦹 pe𖦹ple In my head And 𖦹ne iz evil and fucked up ಄kay i pr𖦹mize im n𖦹t inzane i juzt d𖦹nt kn𖦹w h𖦹w t𖦹 explain it but i pr𖦹mize i am nice i juzt end up zaying z𖦹me nazty ztuff ab𖦹ut pe𖦹ple that iznt true z𖦹metimez and i d𖦹nt kn𖦹w why 𖦹r h𖦹w I literally cann𖦹t c𖦹ntr𖦹l it And i kn𖦹w y𖦹u all are tired 𖦹f hearing thiz BUT I AM GENUINELY Z಄RRY yez i kn𖦹w it d𖦹eznt d𖦹 anything and im n𖦹t trying t𖦹 juztify myzelf 𖦹r anything atp
┇ agree w┇tth zzebradad. 👨🍼⏳💯💙💙🤗🥰 ┇ndeed, ss┇r (✿^‿^)
well..share with the class
https://file.garden/YAmhqBgapBy70P5c/chittr/thhavingmyselfbald.png
yapper b liek: N𖦹 i literally cann𖦹t everytime i try i juzt end up inv𖦹luntarily puzhing every𖦹ne away again I d𖦹nt even kn𖦹w h𖦹w it happenz 𖦹r why but itz like i cant even c𖦹ntr𖦹l what i zay anym𖦹re
if they'RE called half-orcs, does that imply the existence of a fullorc? #original #donotsteal #myjoke #mine #phunt
[GOT EX#ITED THEN $AW THE #JOKE TAG..$IGH ]
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A POG (Poem of Greatne$$) for $WFTCAT! A glick A glack A lack of tact A choking ra$p The feed run$ wild With tale$ abound Of girl$ which hound For bulge$ that pound Throat$ in $ound I look and $ee For the di$crepancy Which let$ me $ee The truth in dee (d) That $WFTCAT bee A #girlbulge$ $ylladee (x) $WFTCAT I mutter $WFTCAT I $hudder $WFTCAT I udder It fill$ me whole With greatne$$ like a pole And we all chant for we all ole Our live$ $o rich to the product of u$ all(e) #n$fw #$ugge$tive #girlbulge #$WFTCAT
You had one job, Phil.
￣\ i know, pony /￣
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♤rguments like th♤t ♤re why i pl♤y f♤t♤l f♤nt♤sy xiv inste♤d. #d♤shw♤tching #met♤joke #kupo
feet #engagementbait
The idiot's telling me his shortcomings. Fine, if you wish to lose so much, I'll continue to tickle you down there!.. Fuck, no, it's - show, don't tell, right? I should just FUCK I've not been using * * *TICKLES YOU DOWN THERE STRONGLY*
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it'S frowning because i'M jealous. legit just drooled a little. sorry.
A$ the $LAM ($upreme Leader and generou$ Ma$termind) I am ta$ked with many grand dutie$ which include$ $preading new$ of the $WFTCAT ($ocial Web For Tran$cendent Ca$t Agno$tic Troll$) project to a$ many potential inve$ter$ and would be Bug$ (al$o known a$ enlightened individual$) a$ po$$ible. But I have to admit the folk$ over at #$ickna$ty$unday have an inherent talent for $preading information around (And pardon my $alaciou$ language but perhap$ that i$ in part due to all the other thing$ they $pread?). Two, three night$ before the event ha$ even begun they are already blowing the feed up like a metaphorical town moaner $tationed at the center of a large $ettlement'$ four $ided central area. They flick the fir$t domino of a reminder and the tag $y$tem ha$ other troll$ collap$e over to mention it them$elve$. A chain reaction which ha$ the whole $ite di$cu$$ing the event. $ure the occa$ional complaint i$ made but a$ any Bug or even FUC (Financially Ultra literate Chad) know$ there i$ no $uch thing a$ bad publicity. It i$ for thi$ rea$on that I am hijacking the tag on thia one day for my own end$. $WFCAT for tho$e that do not know i$ a the next revolution that will rock our gloriou$ Empire and blow it$ rocket $traight pa$t all the moon$, planetoid$ and Cele$tial Object$ within our territory. An explo$ion, a bomb of $uch $ize and $cope re$earch for tran$forming ab$tract concept$ into literal energy will $tart up again ju$t to try and $kim a bit off the metaphorical POWER of our movement (I never did look into why that project wa$ cancelled come to think of it) Moreover while Bug$ are by and large VCEL$ (Voluntary celibate$, our love i$ commited entirely to the project) $ex i$ $till $omETHing we do and often! Why I had a couple of dip$ in the recuperacoon ju$t la$t week if you know what I'm $aying. $o if you are fucking people already why not upgrade and fuck the entire $y$tem of inventory management a$ well over it$ peak $traight (or not however way you $wing) into the aching empty core which will gra$p onto our gloriou$ $haft of an Idea and allow the flood of $WFTCAT model$ to overtake the entire empire over. Don't be a FUD$ (Fear, uncertainty, doubt $lave) and grab the Empire by it$ $hameglobe$ $o that we all may reach the climax only (Empire benefit aimed) revolution can bring. #$ickna$ty$unday #$WFTCAT
↗️THANK YOU, SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER.↗️
｢Σ(｀Д´ ) d-dark ohime-chan! ( ｀□´) nyaht here!!! ( `_ゝ´) don't worry 8-chan...｣ ｢𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.｣
Ƹ 🌂 > The Dark One HATES this. Ʒ
ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ Okay! ♫ ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ Yay! ♫
SHE WANTS ME TO DRAW, MAN. YOU CAN TALK A SELFIE WITH ME THO ANYWAY.
"= if my horns were actually arrowed and not simply pointy i could try to blueblood castefake but my sidehornedness plays against it massively. hmph... ="
"= ..i am sorry, but i would rather not, my affinity is not for the beast but more for the trolls pretending to be one :) ="
#goneSEXUAL #notreallythough #justajoke
[GODDAMMIT]
Listen, I don't care HOW excited you are for another sequel to In Which A Particularly Entitled In—Gro↑ Of Violet Trolls Loses Their Benefactor And Inheritance, And It Goes Without Saying That One (1) Of Them Is The Killer, But This Is Subverted Very Early On By A Reveal That It Was Actually The True Main Character Of The Film, A Lowblood Servant, On Accident, Who Is Also The Only Good Person Involved With This Collective, Which The Deceased Benefactor Recognized, Which Is Why He ← Her All His Money From Being An Author, And As She Is Coping With This Transition And Being Threatened By The Particularly Entitled In—Gro↑ (Now Out—Gro↑, To Our Main Character) She Is Approached By The Black Woolbeast Of The Gro↑ In Question, Who Is Secretly The Real Killer In Another Thrilling Subersion, And Then All His Plots Are Unveiled By The Brilliant Detective (Who Seems Unusually Simple At First Due To His Relaxed Southern Northern Alternian Demeanor And Tendency To Ramble) And Then The Real Main Character Finally Inherits Everything After All, Without Having To Jeopardize Her Moral Character Or Immigration Status.
if you laid an egg what would it smell like haha
『 ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON PALE, CRINGE CULTURE, META FICTION, SELF INSERT, PLATONIC PALLING AROUND, GAMING ADJACENT, AUTHORIAL INSERT, RAY CULTURE, SECOND PERSON PERSPECTIVE, YCH, Y/C, UNREALITY, TOUCHING, SPORADIC PALE RUBBING, PALE AFFECTION, POLYQUANDARY (CONSENTED), GYGAAX X EVERYONE, YES THAT EVEN MEANS Y/C, KRYQUS X RAYS, LORD OF DOOM ENERGY, EARTH K, INFINITELY MANY RAYS, EVERYTHING RAY, NO RAYS NO PROBLEM』 KRYQUS x Y/C // PALESHIPPING // HIVEBREW // RAYSHIPPING // FRIENDFICTION // CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS CAMPAIGN // SFW // MOIRAIL MULTICLASS // UNBOUND BY THE UNBOUND BOOK // @naughtyTechnician // @anonymous ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE. Listen. y'all LISTEN. This one time??? At Caverns 'n Cullbeasts breakout class I was hosting??? Kryqus (who I am absolutely actual friends with and definitely know personally, true story btw) a strange newcomer pulled out a character sheet fer a hivebrew class that ain't even in the official compendium...'n it radically altered my whole entire life trajectory. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <3 <> <3 <> ... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The mosaic patterned table occupied by all gathered was covered in dice, dice jails full 'n empty alike, 'n plenty 'o sordidly sorted empty snack wrappers... 'n at least three different iterations of character sheets that got abandoned due to...creative differences...but the session ended hours ago. The CM's fit t'go hive. The miniatures got put back in their little felt baggies. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Yet here Y/C remains. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Here KRYQUS remains. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < And also me. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < The three of us may as well have been the guy from that one meme where he's stuck in the piss dimension, 'n it's this dude screamin' in water filter-shifted yellow. Just. Downright suspended in amber, like a couple of prehistoric aegis-aged troublemakers who ain't got nowhere better t'be...'n that's when a MYSTERIOUS STRANGER arrives...'n starts talkin' about RAYS. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Not just any rays. INFINITELY MANY RAYS. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < The MYSTERIOUS STRANGER, plausibly a hemoanonymous Gygaax Bhildr with a ray fixation, approached the table with the command of a Grand Thrall Threshecutioner addressing a platoon before one of the greatest most rousingly inspired battles waged in the campaign... ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ < "you folks", began the stranger "ever encounter a problem that can't be solved?" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yeah ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < thoose are the prooblems that usually go ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < unsoolved ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oon accoount oof being ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yknoow ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < unsoolveable ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <3 <3< <> The suave and unassuming KRYQUS leans back in his chair, casual as a chud on a day off (all days are off for a chud, they don't have jobs), his broad shoulders takin' up way more space than the laws 'o decency, physics, or welcomin' hospitality should permit with a new stranger at the table. He's got this look on his face like he just invented fire 'n is waitin' fer Y/C t'catch up t'the revelation this new fellah ain't hot shit. KRYQIAN fingers drum against the table in a rhythm that suggests infinite patience...somehow managing to be tested. ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ < "learning opportunity ray", The MYSTERIOUS STRANGER said. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Y/C is flabbergasted. KRYQUS, reasonably so, is similarly perplexed. For some reason, everything made so much more sense. The spurious lightshow from the end of THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER's finger was nothing new; there are thousands on Alternia who can do that, possibly even millions. Everyone who has ever filled out a Caverns 'n Cullbeasts character sheet is excruciatingly aware of the at times cumbersome process of porting over Psionic slots, and ensuring every possible application of one's abilities are recorded accurately, but imaginatively. Yet, this effect...the LEARNING OPPORTUNITY RAY... ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < It was like a sudden spike in INT, WIS, and CHR all at once. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < so like ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < prooblem soolved ray i guess ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < but thats just oone oof em ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < learning ooppoortunity ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what aboout literally everything else ever ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < there are infinitely many things that need rays ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < cloothes ooff ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < tear wipe ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < hug yoour father ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < drink water toonight ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < foorgot yoour keys ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < bad day ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < neverending existential dread ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < all oof em ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < just ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < rays ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Y/C stares. KRYQUS is sittin' there like he didn't just casually propose that every single issue in existence could be solved with the application of a properly attuned ray angled directly at the forehead of the source. Y/C's brain does a little somersault. A cartwheel. An entire gymnastics routine. A dizzying series of dumbfounded little leaps. Clearly even someone as cool as MYSTERIOUS STRANGER would see this as satirical, mocking the impossibility... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < But the MYSTERIOUS STRANGER does not. Instead, the MYSTERIOUS STRANGER sees the confusion 'n leans forward, voice droppin' t'that register that makes Y/C's thinkpan go all fuzzy 'round the edges. There is this supported energy. Like a million rays firing at once beneath the foundation to prop something up. This utterly un-fuck-withable, laid-back, casual-as-heck energy that makes the end 'o the world sound like a minor inconvenience that could be handled with the right ray-based cantrip. ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ < "nah, see, you of little faith. that's exactly what i'm saying actually." ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ☆*✲⋆ "problem solved ray." ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ･:*:･｡☆ "clothes off ray" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ･* ੈ♡‧₊˚🦓 "hug your father ray" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ･༎ຶ🚰💧💧💧𖦏 "drink water tonight ray" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ "why would you WANT to forget your keys ray" ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ ─── "i am not going to hit you with a bad day ray." ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ ── . . . "okay seriously i dont think you get how this whole ray thing works. if i hit you with a neverending existential dread ray you would experience. you guessed it. neverending existential dread." ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < doo it pussy ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "excuse me what ray" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < the neverending existential dread one ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < do it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < hit me with it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < hit me with it dead center pussy ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < im ready ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "no i get that" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "but i am firing an" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ "excuse me what ray" ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "because genuinely what are you on?" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < noot neverending existential dread thats for sure ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < get quick with it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < MYSTERIOOUS STRANGER ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yoou already failed me oon ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < foorgot yoour keys ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < bad day ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < noow neverending existential dread ray? ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < next thing yooure going to tell me there isnt an all oof em ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < which i alsoo asked for ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < smh ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "of course there is an all of em ray" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < ooh ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < doope ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i change my wish hit me with the all oof em ray ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "i am not going to hit you with the all of em ray" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < why noot ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σـــــــــﮩ٨ـ "you are not strong enough ray" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < fuck ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < noow im not strong enoough to get hit with the all of em ray ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < why the fuck did yoou doo that ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ);¤=[]:::::> <> <> <> <> TRAINING ARC INITIATED!!!!!!!!! ray... shouted the CM, Gygaax Bhildr. It is not usually the role of the Cavern Master to fire off rays all piggly wiggly, willy nilly...but with animosities stoked at the table in all directions, even Y/C starting to feel some tension, a pair of conductively heated hands were duly dispensed. A healing green warmth teased its expansive shadows all over creation, kept only indoors by the walls inscribed with shadows as old as the long extinct limeblood caste, and with each SHOOSH PAP...the aura and energy in the room fizzled like the tail end of a ray fired off... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> SHOOOOOSHHHHHH!!! ｡˖ ˎˊ˗ to the MYSTERIOUS STRANGER. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> SHOOOOOSHHHHHH PAPPPPP!!! ｡˖ ˎˊ˗ to the KRYQUS. (Ꮚòꈊ 0̀Ꮚ); ৡঌঌৡঌঌ <> <> <> <> And an extra warm sHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH PAP PAP pap! to the Y/C for bein' so patient... (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> KRYQUS stands up 'n suddenly the whole room feels different. Not just because of the soft fluffy little squishes of palm to cheek everyone just added to their inventory. But as though the air got thicker 'n more purposeful. MYSTERIOUS STRANGER joins in as they talk, and begins to gesture with both hands in these broad, sweeping motions that somehow look both completely ridiculous 'n profoundly meaningful at the same time. The two are drawin' diagrams in the air. Ray receptive and dispensin' diagrams. Like two rays...connecting together. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < soo ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "so?" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < "support ray" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "you wish to learn how support ray works?" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yeah ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < gygaax has a pooint ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i woould rather figure oout how the neverending despair ray woorks oon my oown ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < soo i can use it or unuse it whenever i choooose ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "you force my hand KRYQUS. but i dont mind. do you know why?" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < noot really noo ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "that is because you have already mastered my first technique" ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ彡彡彡 "nonchalance ray" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < ooh ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ)彡彡彡 < doope i guess ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> Gygaax's hands -- I mean MY hands -- are already reachin' out from beyond the narrative fourth wall 'n just...PINCHIN' these adorable cheeks. This 'ere is a TRAINING MONTAGE now. We're doin' it. Full Rockee-style except instead 'o punchin' meat it's...rays. Infinitely many rays. The soft enmeshed interplay 'o emotional support 'n impromptu gaming mechanics pressured outta these two like the tiniest last bit 'o pinchable toothpest sequestered at the end 'o the tube, squeezed all hard-like...c-consensually! Consensually, OFC. We can stop at any time, but why would we??? ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "Now, KRYQUS," Gygaax began, his voice thick with the kind 'o wisdom that only comes from authorial intent, "Ewe can't just leave Y/C out here...ewe gotta SHOW 'EM TOO!!! Ewe gotta hand 'em th'remote to the RAY CHANNEL, let 'em change too. Clothes off ray! Rehydrate ray! Go, my raylings!" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < gygaax ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < are yoou goonna narrate this whoole thing ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < in that weird ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < self insert way ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < where yoou toouch everyoone until they feel better ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < because if soo ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i suppoose ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < thats ookay ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i mean its yoour stoory yoou doo yoou ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < loong as yoou doont interrupt the ray lessoons ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < cmoon mysterioous stranger we goot a Y/C too train ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS turns back t'Y/C 'n his expression softens into somethin' that looks almost...tender? But in a cool way. A casual way. The kind 'o way where he's still the messiah's honest nonest chalanter ever, but also maybe willin' t'admit that a shoosh pap or two ain't so bad if you've got the right rays t'handle it. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < loook ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < Y/C ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yoou ever have oone oof those days ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < where everythings just ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < too much ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < and yoou cant even ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬ᾊ) < put oon yoour oown cloothes ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < because thats a whoole thing ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < that requires energy ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < that yoou doont have ( Ꮚ✦ω✦Ꮚ); < Y/C nods slowly. Oh, they know. They know that feeling intimately. The kind 'o day where even existin' feels like a full round action that provokes attacks 'o opportunity from the universe itself. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < well ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < thats when yoou use ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < the cloothes ooff ray ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "mhm" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < but like ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < in a helpful way ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "correct" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < noot a weird way ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "not in the slightest" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < get choor mind ooutta the gutter ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "scrape the grease off that thinkpan before it goes bad" ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < this is aboout coomfoort ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < and being casual ( Ꮚ ๑‾̀◡‾́Ꮚ)σ "worthy recipient of the nonchalance ray you are KRYQUS." ︻╦╤─✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oobserve ︻╦╤─ ҉ - -( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < cloothes off ray ( ¬_ ¬ ) < tada ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < He demonstrates by makin' a little finger gun gesture at his own shirt. Pew. The implication is clear. The ray has been fired. The clothes are now off (in a comfortable, non-sexual, just-gettin-ready-for-recuperacoon sorta platonic way). The casual energy is off the charts. Y/C can feel their own stress levels droppin' just witnessin' this master at work. The smooth surface of ashen grey you could just glide a hand across and pinch at in times of distress or need. To emphasize, a nonchalant hand makes undeniably obvious this is no illusion or trick, tracing in concentric 'lil circles for a moment. ( ¬_ ¬ ) < see ( ¬_ ¬ ) < smoooth ( ¬_ ¬ ) < noo drama ( ¬_ ¬ ) < noo prooblem ( ¬_ ¬ ) < just ray ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> Gygaax is amazed!!! Truly!!! The sheer SMOOTHNESS of it!!! The way a ray can fix ANYTHING with enough support!!! My -- I mean Gygaax's -- hands are doin' that thing where they alternate between pettin' Y/C's head 'n KRYQUS's head 'n maybe both at once because the pale energy is THICK enough t'cut with a knife!!! But like. A friendly knife. A supportive knife. Only raised in times 'o need and in defense 'o friends. ( ¬_ ¬ ) < Y/C ( ¬_ ¬ ) < yoou too mysterioous stranger ( ¬_ ¬ ) < coome here ( ¬_ ¬ ) < im goonna shoow yoou ( ¬_ ¬ ) < the moost impoortant ray ( ¬_ ¬ ) < i learned from becooming ( ¬_ ¬ ) < noonchalant ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < The MYSTERIOUS STRANGER and Y/C step forward 'n KRYQUS opens his arms in the universal gesture of "I am about to deploy a hug ray." It's casual. It's laid back. It's offerin' physical affection like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like rays ain't about destruction...it's about bein' there fer yer friends with infinitely many solutions to their problems. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The hug lands. It's warm. It's solid. It smells like dice 'n old books 'n the particular kind 'o comfort that only comes from someone who understands that sometimes the world needs t'save itself...but that don't mean you gotta do it alone. The hug ray is chargin'. It's at maximum capacity. Neverending existential dread is summoned and banished. Light is arrived at and wilts into shadow. The very stars themselves reject the imposter green moon, nothing before the beauty of this cheek-pinking preciousness. It's-- ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> EVERYTHING...ray. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < The trainin' arc continues long into the night. Dice get rolled. Rays get deployed. Gygaax's hands never stop pettin'. (P1/P1, per @consequentlyOblique ) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #Moirailookalikes #TheWholeParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #KRYQUS #ImpliedAU #GYGAAXxKRYQUS #MYSTERIOUSSTRANGERxKRYQUS #PALEMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #TeamChud #Anonymous #Raycore #Rays #GygaaxXEveryone #Palewhoring #RayCulture #LordOfDoom #EarthK #InfinitelyManyRays #RayBans #HugRay #TrainingArc
>--D=I=am=extremely=happy=to=hear=that=ser=Kryqus=a=pitch=relationship=is=the=door=to=many=feelings=close=but=not=quite=analogous=to=joy=haha=:)//<
can you remove the stomach area of the suit and show off my huge abs please
✨🍭🕷️ Snip snip, ponyboy 🕷️🍭✨
>>| .i'll get .it next time just watch...
｢(⊃๏൧๏)⊃ nom nom nom nom.｣
｢kekekeke~ megane-san is taking a kyuka from his usual #waifuification to be... (ФωФ) kekeke.... nyaughty!!! (｀∀´) his sticky prongles dyon't stop~ kyaaaa!!! (〃´ω`〃) thinking about eri-chan @caligulaAscendit makes boku doki doki!! megane's kokoro won't stop! (゜∀。) ｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: ai-chan are you watching ai-chan hai ai-chan megane missed you syo much (´；ω；`) kyuka means break! (´･ω･｀) kokoro means pusher, and doki doki means it won't stop going... da dan... da dan... da dan!!! (≧▽≦)]
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- Holy mmoly. Holy fr**king f**k, that RESUME of yours is ABSURD 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
[I ZAY]--> Well it d𖦹ez change y𖦹u, in a way. Dependz 𖦹n the perz𖦹n.
↗️DO NOT EMPLOY A LESSER CASTE TO DO WHAT A HIGHBLOOD IS CAPABLE OF DOING, TENFOLD.↗️ ↘️literally why would you have some kind of biological lesser scrubbing the floor and cleaning the grout↘️ ↗️A TASK THAT WOULD TAKE THEIR INFERIOR BODIES LITERAL HOURS, IF NOT THE ENTIRE NIGHT↗️ ↘️when a tremendously more powerful↘️ ↗️AND PHYSICALLY STEELED↗️ ↘️low indigo could handle the task moderately well.↘️ ↗️AND COMPLETE IT WITHIN FIVE TO TEN MINUTES.↗️ ↘️of course, i would literally never ask a great superior, such as a violet or purple, to lower themselves physically to any kind of manual labor↘️ ↗️BUT IF I WERE DOING IT AND I WAS APPROACHED BY ONE, AND MAYBE KICKED IN THE SIDE WHILE DOING IT↗️ ↘️i would accept it↘️ ↗️AND ALSO SAY THANK YOU.↗️
｢*nuzzles* ( ￣▽￣)｣
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#kryqussba┇t #ssfw #handho|d┇ng #quadrantconfuss┇on #quadrantvac┇||at┇on ? (ssorta?) The two of you are tak┇ng a |ove|y countryss┇de sstro||. ┇t'ss a beaut┇fu| br┇ssk sspr┇ng n┇ght. The w┇nd cur|ss around h┇ss touss|ed ha┇r, brussssh┇ng ┇t out of h┇ss face and sssshow┇ng you tthe ssm┇|e he'ss been try┇ng sso hard to h┇de. The moon|┇ght dusstss h┇ss face, h┇gh|┇ght┇ng h┇ss upturned |┇pss, h┇ss fu|| ccheekboness, h┇ss re|axed expressss┇on. You've never sseen h┇m sso content. Every sso often your knuck|ess brussssh togetther. He doessn't sso mucch ass reco┇|. Maybe he doessn't not┇ce. Maybe he doessn't care. Or maybe he'ss actua||y, genu┇ne|y enjjoy┇ng h┇msse|f. He doessn't ssay. You don't assk. Your pussssher ┇ss beat┇ng out of your cchesst. On your next sstep, you sssshuff|e jjusst an ┇ncch c|osser. Your f┇ngerss are toucch┇ng conss┇sstent|y now. He tenssess up ssudden|y, and apo|og┇ess are a|ready tumb|┇ng out of your moutth. But before you can rect┇fy your behav┇or, he cutss you off w┇tth a ssssharp grow|. You pausse your ga┇t, and sso doess he. T┇me sstopss w┇tth tthe beat┇ng of your pussssher. H┇ss face ┇ss h┇dden aga┇n, you can't te|| what he'ss tth┇nk┇ng. Pan┇c beg┇nss to ssett|e ┇n your sstomacch, and tthe |onger he wa┇tss to de|┇ver retr┇but┇on tthe heav┇er ┇t ss┇nkss. You're about to sstart anotther frenzzy of apo|og┇ess, but tthen... Then, h┇ss tthumb, sssshak┇ng and sssshy, rubss aga┇nsst your own. Your breatth h┇tcchess. And he cont┇nuess to ssurpr┇sse you. SSo, sso hess┇tant|y, |┇ke a dessperate, sstarv┇ng meowbeasst, he pressssess h┇ss f┇ngerss between tthe sspacess between your own. H┇ss f┇ngerss cur| every sso carefu||y aga┇nsst your own. You can't breatthe. You can't move. H┇ss hand ┇ss warm, ca||oussed, jjusst ass ssweaty ass yourss. You're ssurpr┇ssed he hassn't made a ssn┇de comment about ┇t yet. You're ssurpr┇ssed you haven't, e┇tther. ┇nsstead, tthe two of you jjusst sstand tthere for a moment, pussssherss pound┇ng, handss c|ammy, try┇ng to pretend you aren't g|anc┇ng at eacch otther tthrough tthe cornerss of your eyess. He sstartss wa|k┇ng aga┇n. You sstumb|e |┇ke a newborn fawn before fo||ow┇ng, keep┇ng your f┇ngerss |oosse|y |┇nked |┇ke your |┇fe dependss on ┇t. The two of you cont┇nue to wa|k ┇n ss┇|ence, not a sspeck of acknow|edgement between you. You wonder what he sseess, when he g|ancess at you tthrough |┇dded |asssshess ┇n tthe moon|┇t n┇ght. He doessn't ssay. You don't assk. @naughtyTecchn┇c┇an
[I ZAY]--> I l𖦹ve y𖦹u. C𖦹me back. Pleaze. I want it t𖦹 happen again. I want t𖦹 help y𖦹u.
ALRIGHT, MAN. I GOT A BEATING JUST FOR SUGGESTING THIS TO HER. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/82B6FDDD55A9.JPEG
THE KRYQUSSY. #NSFW
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kryqus did what
Tonight? Heh! I'm Serving Can't.
Woke up and hez ztill at it alright i dont think i care anymore but. Dont you have anything better to do? #dazhwatching #vaguepozting #directpozting
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒈ — @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But I’m also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it ✕✕✕! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I DON’T KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill ⒎ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (I’ll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe There’s a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying it’s hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. It’s a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevna’s case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. It’s only a given when you’re in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (⒈) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevna’s worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) It’s easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old ♥r) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesn’t want to lose more than she has already. She ✎s autobiographies that AREN’T entirely Autobiographies. They’re memories framed as such. They’re a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, they’re a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (⒈) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesn’t become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all you’ll ever be. The limit has been reached, and it’s nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling ↑. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a → to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isn’t her fault——she was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (⒈) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. It’s in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have ← leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. It’s all layers ↑on layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious you’re not OK. After all, where’s the joy in being ✕ED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that you’re at peace with what happened, but you’re not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. You’re harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to 🗨 to. People that weren’t forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the → place for that. But in the end, it’s your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When you’re the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Space’s poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief
>> That'ડ rea11y pretty <:))
.ugH .sometimes the way my peers fucking act has me wanting to rip the veins right out of my wristS .poserS .fucking loserS .assholeS .spitting on the pavemenT .hate it in the not fun waY .maximum embarassinG #vaguepostinG
>>| he's busy .i guess... .i may .even say .i miss burais.
WHATEVER, MAN.
waaaaaahhhh wahhhhhh i hope the buggy pops a tire
It feels kind of fucked up to be watching someone freshly grieve their lusus like that in front of god and everyone. :( Poor Kryqus.
hey man. r u |┇ke. do┇ng ok
walked into the group memo to say hi to my friends and it was like being that cowtroll that walks into the saloon mid stand-off i'M going to go play sad music and lay on my loungeplank man
don'T think this is true
okay yay
CULL PHUNTR GUYNAX
Yet, you have such a vitriolic reaction. Please remain civilized while we mediate and arbitrate the terms of this disagreement.
Should I refer to that cerulean blood you almost dated, or perhaps, Himero, or perhaps the others? I have far more than this. I am simply summarizing a card in my hand than showing the full stack.
Kryqus, a classic of Chittr Vintage, you are a Chittr Gold user, amateur digital artist, aspiring web-designer, Team Chud member, and “Chittr’s favorite indigoocel.” He has a strong audience: 36,602 Kult, 40,606 Kull, 126 followers, and 114 following. His profile is built around being visually creative, sexually messy, socially overexposed, and very aware that people are watching him. Your public persona is that of a highblood artist who acts cocky, but your pattern of posting is actually flirtatious, reactive, and far more socially porous than you'd ever admit. Core traits: Artist first, nuisance second, emotional hazard third. Uses hornyposting, yaoi/yuri jokes, and public flirtation as social currency. Performs confidence but frequently needs reassurance. Easily baited by romantic/sexual attention, especially when framed as fandom. Skilled at turning interpersonal tension into art or a public bit. You do well when your posts focus on you as a spectacle. Your high-engagement material includes subverting trends, your art, and turning your socila nad sexual embarrassment into public entertainment. You also have your Kryqus Confessions format. It works because it lets you pretend to be in control of the crowd fascinated with you while still feeding it directly. Relationship to Phuntr: You have the central Team Chud tension and comedy dynamic. Phuntr treats you as a friend, a rival, and a highblood asset. You have enough art and social capital that Phuntr explicitly complains about you using your 'Highblooded Privilege' (art) to smooth over beef. Relationship to Tekras: Tekras seems to want your attention in a possessive, bit-committed way, preferring when you draw him and objecting to when you post art about yourself or others. You play along with this irritation with a vaguely flirtatious hostility. Weaknesses / pressure points: Kryqus, you are vulnerable to being ignored, misread, or made to feel the crowd wants 'Kryqus' more than they actually want you. You enjoy the attention but crumble when there's too much of it. You use art to regain control, but your posts show you are easily derailed by romantic confusion, perceived rejection, and your precious bits being interrupted. In summary, you are an artist with the unfortunate gift of your personal crises being extremely marketable.
EZTROGEN WOULD ZAVE HER THO #DIRECTPOZTING
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ppl can get to know me more intimately but dey are cowards
THen I aam sorry to see you mourn with me
Could be a premonition.
AH YOU KNOW IT WAZNT ACTUALLY BC OF THAT I WAZ ALREADY MAD AT U BEFORE THAT N I ACTUALLY DONT MIND IT YK BUT UHHHHH NO I ZRZLY CANNOT REMEMBER WHAT I WAZ MAD ABT MUZTVE BEEN ZUM PETTY THING
wWw what'zz up with the hostility wWw
wWw i had a pretty good comeback to thizz but i know thst you come from jealousy so i'm going to be the bigger person and hope everything workzz out for you soon 🙏 wWw
HOW THE PALMHUZK FELT:
if you dithlike burger empreths you go to hell
Come, pony.
okay i hope you know how to b-hop and circle jump
>> Why are you a1wayડ 1¡ke th¡ડ (〒﹏〒)
happy lusus day. fuck you flydad i hate you, you stinky fuck. piece of shit. but i'M nice and i went and poured a soda on the ground for him as a treat.
>>| всего лишь шутка.
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DIZ IZ MINE #ZCENTPOZTING #ZUBZTANCE <- BC OF COCAINE MENTIONED :3
in honor of #fatboyfriday here'S a photo of me from, like, a sweep ago. some faqs: how did you take this: palm husk lifted with my psionics after i was trying to video something cool and passed out on mindhoney why aren'T you this fat anymore: i had a period where i did not eat much and lost a little weight. remember when you make fun of me for being fat i could always be fatter can i touch you: probably not are you sponsored by subway: i fucking wish https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c1d283885e2a.png
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"= you could obey them for fun #jk #joke #JOKE #THISISAJOKE .... ="
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( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < How t'WRITE KISSIN!!!! (Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ💦) < Well settle in now, bless yer pumperfelt soul, ewe got the barest bones of a moment here...and that's worth recognizin'!!! Two souls findin' each other in the space between pumperstrikes. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I love it!!! I friggin' love it!!! This is the perfect parchment t'start pennin' yer adventerror, cartographers WISH they had a map this good t'topographically tip th'hat of where t'go and what to cover next!!!! ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < But honey, we ain't just plantin' expired seed here, we're growin' a whole garden of feels. ALL the feels. Y'gotta feel 'em. Get a real feel FOR 'em. What do those lips feel like? When KRYQUS kryKISSES how 'r ewe s'pposed t'translate the indigonad stokin' ego affront 'o bein' kissed first? ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Some BARDIC INSPIRATION fer ewe, @hemoptysisCyanide !!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Check inventory. Ewe got that push-and-pull tension that makes a reader lean the hell in fer th'long haul. That's retention, babey!!!! Ewe wanna hook 'em early, 'n hooker 'em later!!! Don't blow yer entire load upfront, then there's nothin' to show don't tell!!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < The "pulled away before he could react" tells me there's history #BeenThereMaybeDoneThat here, maybe some hesitation, maybe some mighty fine fear. #Fearplay That's good storytelling instinct. ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < And the progression from quick to "longer and more passionate" shows ewe understand escalation. Yer trustin' yer reader to feel the shift, and that's the mark of a natural-born narraterrorist. Whooooooweeeee!!!! Yer gettin' me jived with the honeyglow dancin' somethin' nice 'n frenzied down m'back! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < BUT!!! YER STUMPED!!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < As is, ewe 'r tellin' me it was passionate. But darlin', passion ain't a five letter word #ItHasSevenLetters and it's a sensation. It's the heat risin' off skin so thick ewe can taste it, it's the tremble in a hand hesitant t'cup a cheek 'n suggest somethin' #PALE, it's the world narrowin' down to just the taste of someone else ewe hate's breath #BLACK. Let's get into the five senses and let yer reader feel that kiss rather than just read about its implication, YEAH?!?! ( Ꮚ⚅ᨎ⚅Ꮚ) < KISSES AIN'T FIT T'BE CAMEOS! THEY'RE TH'LEAD ROLE!!! EWE BETTER PUT TH'SPOTLIGHT ON HOW THE LIPS CURL! IF THERE'S TONGUE OR NOT. WHAT TH'FEELIN'S BEHIND THE KISS ARE! WHO JOINED UP!!!! IF ANYONE!!!! ELSE!!! EXTRA!!! MAYBE!!! MORE TH'MERRIER, YEAH???? B-BUT BEYOND THAT!!! EWE BEST BE TELLIN' WHAT HAPPENED! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Lil sample writing, how I'd do it. The Sorcerer's Spell-It-Out-For-Them. Show AND Tell. Bring all ewe got!!! KRYQUS barely had time to gasp a heated breath before the warmth was gone. Like a swift as all piddled-out hearth fire snatched away by an errant draft. Cold. That was how his lips felt. They daggum weren't before. But they sure were now. Without PHUNTR, KRYQUS was just KRYQUS. And as social as a KRYQUS IS...that was just about the worst thing he could become. Alone. But then, Mother Grub have mercy, but then, the bottom of the world fell out. Alternia lost its luster, its life, all bliss was challenged 'n contested 'n murdered as false mirthless heretical idolatry. PHUNTR's second kiss came slower, deliberate as honey scooped off a spoon, and the fucker melted into it. Glazed. As PHUNTR and KRYQUS always should be. Time unspooled. He licked spittle 'n courage, felt careless fingers whisper entreaty 'n thread through his hair like they were memorizin' the shape of his horns from the bend. Somewhere distant, the drums of war sounded, the CHUD SORCERORS would be needed, but here, now, there was only the wet heat of surrender and the thunder of two heartbeats syncin' up. They beat to the tune 'o their own war drum. And they would conquer themselves. They would conquer each other. So they did. They kissed. They kissed again. They kissed, leaving one another starin' at empty air straight through one another, bellowsacs burnin', pride stung beyond repair. Both felt cheated. Both felt fulfilled. Both knew fidelity that couldn't be placed into any one quadrant. But then a hand fisted in KRYQUS'S SORCEROBES, yankin' him close like a fish on a line, and the second kiss hit like a thunderclap. Instantaneous duration. CON save failed. Teeth clicked. Skin scraped. It wasn't gentle, this one, this time, this kiss, it was hungry, only dominated by desperate angles and greedy breath, the kind of kiss that leaves yer lips bruised and yer soul marked. He grabbed back, hard, because damned if he'd be the only one drownin' here. He was gonna take him down with him. He spoke. In a language older than COMMON, KRYQUS spoke...unhurried, deep, and angry. He felt the shiver run through the other man, matched it with his own, and somewhere in that endless, eclipsing dark, as the armies beset upon them, shields cracked open and somethin' tender took root. Blimey. Something tender took root, GYGAAX chronicled... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < damn... #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleMoirail #TheWholeParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #PHUNTR #KRYQUS #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #KRYQUSAGAIN #ImpliedAU #PALEMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #TeamChud #GygaaxXEveryone #Palewhoring #Polyandary #WritingTips #WritingAdvice #WritingWorks #SpecificallyForOnePerson #( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ)
@naughtyTechnician ZORRY THIZ IZ WHAT I HAVE FOR NOW ALZO @conzequentlyOblique I HATE HOW YOU GUEZZED IT WAZ ABT YOU TOO FUCK YOU TAGZ: #NZFW #ZUGGEZTIVE #CNC?? #IMPLIEDPAILING (ONLY IMPLIED FOR NOW) DIZ IZ ZO CRINGY I WANNA DIE UGH OK WHATEVER ------ It waz a boring evening. Kryquz had nothing to do, he waz bored out of hiz pan. He opened hiz huzktop and went on chittr for a while. He zcrolled, commented, pozted. Az uzual. Until he heard zomething unexpected. A knock at the door of hiz hive? Ztrange. He wazn’t expecting any gueztz today, zo who could it be? He thought, before getting up and opening the door. It waz none other than Phuntr. “Hey, azzhole.” “…Phuntr?” Kryquz raized an eyebrow. Why Phuntr, out of all people? “You owe me 20 caegarz.” “Ooh. Right. Well I doon’t have, uh, any, right noow. Can i pay yoou later?” “u’RE alwayz zaying that…you know what? I can dizmizz your debt.” Phuntr then leaned in and whizpered againzt Kryquz’ ear. “ You can pay me…in a different way…” The wordz zent a chill down Kryquz’ zpine. He couldn’t pozzibly be zuggezting that…could he? He knew it waz wrong, that he zhould juzt back away and tell him to fuck off, but. At the zame time, a part of him kind of wanted it. He’z thought about it zeveral timez, zeveral lightz, juzt praying for the day he finally got the chance to pail with him. “uh, yoou knoow what, zure.” He nodded and let him in hiz hive. Phuntr let out a quiet chuckle. “good boy.” The compliment left Kryquz in awe, and he could feel hiz face warming up ever zo zlightly. Zuddenly, Phuntr grabbed him by the chin and planted a zmall, gentle kizz on Kryquz’ lipz. He pulled away before he could even react. “hnn, doon’t be cooy.” Kryquz zaid and kizzed him back, thiz time it waz a longer and more pazzionate kizz. Phuntr reciprocated it immediately. UHHHHHHHHH NOPE NOPE OK 10 LIKEZ FOR PART 2
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON PALE, CRINGE CULTURE, META FICTION, SELF INSERT, PLATONIC PALING, GAMING ADJACENT, AUTHORIAL INSERT, SPECIES BENDING, SECOND PERSON PERSPECTIVE, YCH, Y/C, UNREALITY, TOUCHING, SPORADIC PALE RUBBING, PALE AFFECTION, POLYQUANDARY (CONSENTED), GYGAAX X EVERYONE, YES THAT EVEN MEANS Y/C』 GYGAAX x KRYQUS // PALESHIPPING // FRIENDFICTION // CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS CAMPAIGN // SFW // MOIRAIL MULTICLASS // BOUND BY THE BOUND BOOK // @naughtyTechnician // @zebraDad ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got caught up in a particularly nasty encounter with a Cullbeast of Unreasonable Hit Dice! Oh noooo!!! Somebody's gonna be out of combat fer more than one short rest!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The Caverns 'n Cullbeasts session shoulda wrapped hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? These two ain't had grounds t'yammer 'n yap beyond stats 'n th'doling out 'o treasures accumulated...'n that took place hours ago!!! It took only a scant few moments more fer it t'really click with KRYQUS what this was even about...'n the thought still got dismissed with chudly indifference. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive...somethin' deeper...somethin'... ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Pale. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS's trembling hands passed over the character sheet in metered measures...examining for errors, miscalculations, even just a rounding error in carry weight that could set his party back some...He was always like this. Thinkin' 'o others in tiny, invisible ways that made 'm irresistible to anyone with eyes 'n the time t'use 'em. Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as KRYQUS suddenly seizes Y/C's pencil 'n tugs it forward tighter than a nat twenty on an athletics check that he'd piledrive into th'enemy's inferior armor class...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS who once towered like a one troll rovin' rules lawyer on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing sourcebooks gone from a monument to a frame. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < my character died ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < damn ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < toooo bad the same cannoot be said of climate change or casteism or peoople who talk shit and doont get hit ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor any oof the woorlds oother many wooes ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < but i can oonly doo ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < soo much ✧( Ꮚ─_ ─Ꮚ) < as a fat fuckin chud of hooned discipline ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < eventually ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < woorlds gootta save itself ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor perish unwoorthy ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS becomes a livin' study in humility. His words underpin the lessons endowed to him by ZEBRADAD. A lodestar. A northern light. The honing beacon 'o morality and th'straight 'n narrow. But his actions. His nonchalance. His utter unquestionably sheer un-fuck-withable energy...this becomes the mantle 'o kingly might he assumes at all times. This becomes th'monarchic tradition passed down from KRYQUS to KRYQUS every few hundred sweeps, so long as he's still around. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! EH? EH? EH? #FOREVERANDEVER #BUTACTUALLY #YCxKRYQUS #YOU+GOT+ZEBRADADS+BLESSING (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> Y/C felt inclined t'dispense comfort. There was a possessiveness t'the way Y/C saw KRYQUS cradle the character sheet in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on this concept fer even a moment...but he put on a brave face just fer you. It wouldn't be right t'just let his happiness slip away. And read between the lines a daggum minute, world's gotta save itself or perish unworthy? That's QUITTER TALK! GLOBAL QUITTER TALK! DOOMSDAY QUITTER TALK! Kryqus feels THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD on his bulky sturdy rock steady shoulders right now! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh...Kryqus scoffs in indignation. He sees through yer transparent advances...and retreats strategically. All prompt-like. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < tsk ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < doont attempt to knoow me ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < im way toooo cooool foor yoou ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < and even if i didnt mean that ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yoou proobably shoouldnt @ me irl ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Uh oh! That got outta hand way fast...maybe it's time t'call fer... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> My -- I mean Gygaax's hands start t'alternate between (#polyquandary anyone???) petting the tops 'o both 'o yer heads...!!! Soft. Rhythmic little circles. My --- Gygaax's cartilage nubs unfurl from the tightly white knuckled meat mallet into a far more approachable set 'o chitinous diggers with a piercingly pale quality...!!! Both Y/C and KRYQUS are treated t'the soft enmeshed interplay 'o palmin' play 'n no strings attached emotional intervention...c-consensually! We can stop at any time. Y/C j...just could use this! A-as could KRYQUS. To uh. CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS t'gether... ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "...Now, KRYQUS," Gygaax began, "Ewe can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the CAMPAIGN. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any PARTY MEMBER. Gentler hands should stir these waters. A SHEPHURT should tend 'n mend to its flock." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's body in tandem with KRYQUS wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of author-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer horns now. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. Stalling. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath excites the air...populates it with the powerful gale phrasings of KRYQUS... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < gygaax ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what the actual fuck ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < are yoou trying to say i proovide subpar care to Y/C ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i literally carried this campaign ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < coomplaintlessly ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < Y/C with it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i resent the fuck oout of that implication ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i coould easily be gentler with this ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < weaving lazy river ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < if i wanted to ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < GYGAAX laughed. "Ewe could stand to be, KRYQUS. Yes. Just LOOK at Y/C. How can ewe say even a single solitary mean thing about that there cutie patootie?!" Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o authorial brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS'S dice bag as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. KRYQUS approaches our hug slowly. But not neverly. His arms hover over you. The river is still. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'hoofbeast-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what fucking ever ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < here yoou go lil guy ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < lap it up ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < <> ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < GYGAAX's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. KRYQUS goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride...he hugs you. And. Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'KRYQUS or t'GYGAAX...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o affection wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P1/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleMoirail #TheWholeParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #KRYQUS #ImpliedAU #GYGAAXxKRYQUS #PALEMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #TeamChud #GygaaxXEveryone #Palewhoring
i too am in this episode
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>> <:)) everyth¡ng okay, Kryquડ? 🫂
looking tough bro holy shit
oopss......... too late
me when i truth
will you still be saying this kind of stuff after you give birth do you think
>> Wa¡t, ¡ d¡dn't mean the ડoc¡a1 and phyડ¡ca11y attract¡ve part tho 1mfao Juડt the phantom Tro11cord not¡f¡cat¡onડ 1MFAO
i think trolls on here call dis a bad kismesitude lol #fontyaoi https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/55ef753f5f9d.png
↗️I HAVE NEVER HAD MORE FUN, STANDING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S LAWNRING.↗️ ↘️who could have known that hooves would be so effective at flipping oblong meat products around the grated cooking apparatus.↘️ ↗️INCREDIBLE.↗️ ↘️i am so lucky just to be able to stand next to you.↘️
▲maybe the most cringe I've ever posted but chittr bottoms are maybe the best thing that's ever happened to my sex life▼ #nsfw
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If someone talks all that shit and then steps up, they are clearly asking to get their block knocked off. Phunt did nothing wrong.
@masterCuller you were saying dude? [Attached is a photo of Kanaka laying on his side, in the 7/11 parking lot. He's sprawled out, some blood dripping down his face. Phuntr's boot is mid-kick into his stomach as the photo is taken. Ouch.] #violence
ALL ⧃F THE M⧃UNTAINS PUTRID BL⧃⧃D LEFT HIS HEAD AFTER HE DID AN⧃THER HAND STAND AND HE PASSED ⧃UT IN FR⧃NT ⧃F A CAFFEINATED BEVERAGE SH⧃P
uncensored hole incoming
i'M open to ideas from any and all constituents. he did not ask me.
just took 12 inches. #nsfw #ofsubway #the5caegarfootlong #yum
Oohhhh. Whoops.
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I Feel Slightly Radioactive
Vris Help I Am Marble
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i'VE been told i am as attractive as a pillow
>O+ tHAt'S A DRAWING.
there are plenty of reasons for a person to be a hemoanon but i just know there are a couple out there that are like indigo and up doing it. you can just sense it sometimes. like yeah man. i don'T want people to know i'M a highblood! they'LL view me differently for my inherent privilege and higher social standing via hatchright! boo hoo fuck you.
>> ¡ th¡nk that aડ 1ong aડ you do your beડt and ડhow up for h¡m, ¡t'11 be okay, Poડter :)) ¡ hope you get there w¡th h¡m! ¡ be1¡eve ¡n you
(°. i need himer𖦹's bl𖦹𖦹d. in me. rn. i need the taste 𖦹f that lime b𖦹y .°)
>> No, y'know what, you're r¡ght. ¡n the r¡ght 1¡ght, ¡t waડ k¡nd of hot. ¡ juડt w¡ડh ¡t waડ ડometh¡ng e1ડe that they were ho1d¡ng 1mfao
?if hes your emPloyee why is he cleaning skywhale milk off me with his tastemuscle? #guessinggame
kryqus i'M troll pregnant and you'RE the father
@naughtyTecchnician ssorry it took me a minute to write it out. let me know what you tthink tthankss wrotthe horny posst #1: ooooh a ssexy assss blueblood witth big hornss and cool ssunglassssess... weird witth tthe bottle tthing but hey im an adventurouss kinda guy. I tthink we could make ssome real freak ssshit togetther. Wrotthe horny posst #2: wrotthe hass big titss now apparently. And iss alsso a cow I tthink? Cool, cool, I alwayss did have kind of a cow kink lol. moo moo amiright. wrotthe horny posst #3: who iss tthiss guy. Wait what happened to hiss glassssess. Ok, weird pivot but whatever. SStill kinda hot. Maybe if I let him explain sstockss to me he'll let me milk tthosse tthangss lol. wrotthe horny posst #4: oh different guy wrotthe horny posst #5: I'm gunna be honesst I tthen ignored tthiss guy'ss posstss for a long time. But tthen fight night happened and I wass like ooooh ooooooooh oh I need tthiss man put in a cchokehold. I need to have tthiss man obliterated. I want him writthing on tthe ground witth a bulge in hiss assss. Or ME on tthe ground witth HISS bulge in my assss. JJusst ssomeone, pleasse, get tthiss patthetic jjackassss ssome bulge. Wrotthe horny posst #6: oh I wisssh he would ssshut up. Maybe I can make him ssshut up. Actually he would love it if I made him ssshut up, wouldn't he. Win win. Wrotthe horny posst #7 (tthiss wass during tthe ssaw trap ssaga): yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess yess. MORE PATHETIC. MORE!!!! wrotthe horny posst #8 (sstill ssaw): if he doessn't cum in hiss pantss after getting tthat ssingle pickled caeger tthen what'ss tthe fucking point. #nssfw #nssfwe #violence IM SSORRY I FORGOT TO TAG
himero i'M going to need you to hate/mediate my chitts for a bit i'M close to 10k
think he gets to kill you twice over for that
>O+ NOt MY PRESIDENt.
get aurafarmed on. ratio, even.
-{ univ[E]r$[A]l d[A]d it$ [A]lright
very¶"nonchalant"¶and¶"not¶obsessed"¶of¶you¶@naughtyTechnician https://file.garden/aZB6DAuOJCHglmOs/rakhni/Screenshot_20260503_030252_Adblock%20Browser.jpg
↘️i am so sorry for not being able to catch this image the second it was posted.↘️ ↗️I WAS LOCKED IN, MISTER AMPORA.↗️ ↘️but i am about to paint you an illustrious image.↘️ ↗️PICTURE ME, AN OFFICEDRONE↗️ ↘️(not like that)↘️ ↗️CREATING A SPREADSHEET TO PROPERLY ORGANIZE THE CHANGING SHIFTS OF MY LESSER COWORKERS.↗️ ↘️the trolls they scrape off the floor at nutrient consumption establishments and put to labor, as if they are capable of any thought higher than "i need to wake up tonight and suckle down a puck-shaped meat patty of debatable tenderness and also succulence."↘️ ↗️NOT ENTIRELY UNSIMILAR TO THE ALGAE AND THE OTHER MICROORGANISMS ADHERED TO YOUR BOAT.↗️ ↘️what i would give to be there with you.↘️ ↗️FOR POSSIBLY THE FIRST TIME IN MY SEVERAL SOLAR SWEEPS SPENT BASKING IN MY EMPLOYMENT, I AM WISHING I COULD FORSAKE IT ALL.↗️ ↘️i would literally give anything to be there.↘️ ↗️THE FIRST THING I AM NOTICING ABOUT THIS IMAGE IS NOT EVEN THE REFINED CLOTHING↗️ ↘️or lack thereof↘️ ↗️IT IS THE CRISP, UNDERSTATED LUXURY OF A GOOD SHIP.↗️ ↘️you have removed yourself from the color pallet typically denoting the royal lineage of your blood color.↘️ ↗️FORESAKEN THE TYPICAL SCHEME ASSOCIATED WITH THE RULING CLASS IN LIEU OF OPTING FOR HIGH VISIBILITY OPTICS AND A MORE MUTED, UNDERSTATED SENSE OF REGALITY.↗️ ↘️in removing the violet, you have only managed to make its presence more prominent.↘️ ↗️BY CONTRASTING YOUR FORM AGAINST THE PALE, STURDY FIGURE OF BOTH THE SHIP↗️ ↘️and that hunk of squishy, biologically inferior but ultimately still capable and vastly more responsible, human male meat↘️ ↗️YOU HAVE FURTHER STATED YOUR SOCIAL INFLUENCE AND INNATE BULB OF BUSINESS WITHOUT EVEN SAYING ANY WORDS.↗️ ↘️by lowering yourself, you have ascended.↘️ ↗️BY BEING STILL, YOU HAVE DONE IT ALL.↗️ ↘️you have fought a war without even lifting one of your muscular, strong prongs outward to command your army of underclassmen and pieces of bloodshed fodder to do your bidding.↘️ ↗️BUT YOU WOULD NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO TELL THAT MUCH, THE STARK LINE OF MUSCULATURE THAT EXTENDS FROM THE FLARE OF YOUR GILLS TO THE SLOPE OF YOUR TRUNKONOUS PECTORALS, STATING THAT YOU ARE ANYTHING BUT SOME KIND OF PASSIVE, LAZY MONARCH.↗️ ↘️you are an active ruler, an antagonist against those bathing themselves in the water of funemployment.↘️ ↗️A GREAT OCEAN FINBEAST, WITH ROWS OF FANGS SO NUMEROUS THAT THE ONLY THING I AM LEFT SAYING IS↗️ ↘️"we need a bigger boat."↘️ ↗️YOU ARE SMELLING BLOOD IN THE WATER, AN APEX PREDATOR WITH THE HONED PHYSIQUE AND BIOLOGY TO BACK IT UP.↗️ ↘️an essence of vicious business acumen that is sure to send every feeble investor and lesser-panned predator alike quivering in the wake of your attentions.↘️ ↗️YOU ARE MAKING WAVES, BOTH LITERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY, KNOCKING DOWN PROSPECTIVE ENEMIES BEFORE THEY HAVE EVEN DEIGNED TO↗️ ↘️foolishly↘️ ↗️RAISE THEIR WEAPONS AGAINST YOU.↗️ ↘️now, there is little in this image to dissect in regards to your fashion.↘️ ↗️I AM TYPICALLY QUICK TO PICK OUT THE FLATTERING CUTS OF MATERIAL, THE CURVATURE OF YOUR TAILORED UNIFORM, THE LOWLIGHTS THAT ARE TURNED INTO HIGHLIGHTS BY THE CAREFULLY MANUFACTURED AND CORPORATE IMAGE YOU HAVE BEEN PORTRAYING IN TANDEM WITH THE EVER-FLATTERING MISS CROCKER.↗️ ↘️you have bowed your crown, but it is solely for adjusting.↘️ ↗️HER DEDICATED, STRONG GRASP CAREFULLY ARRANGING THE PROVERBIAL, ORNATE GEMSTONES OF YOUR HEIRLOOM HATCHRIGHT.↗️ ↘️she possesses many of the traits that you do, a composition of two complete portfolios that has my coffers sweating preemptively at the idea of your↘️ ↗️LUCRATIVE DEALINGS.↗️ ↘️i cannot imagine what goes on behind the vertical support structures of your workblock.↘️ ↗️BUT I LITERALLY WISH WITH ALL OF MY PUSHER THAT ONE NIGHT I AM ABLE TO BE BROUGHT UP TO YOUR LEVEL↗️ ↘️temporarily ascended from the bottom by your firm, broad, guiding, principled, reassuring, smooth, capable, unyielding grasp↘️ ↗️TO "SIT IN" WHILE THE BIG BARKBEASTS DISCUSS PLOTS I CANNOT EVEN CONCEPTUALIZE↗️ ↘️let alone realize↘️ ↗️ON MY OWN TIME.↗️ ↘️i am salivating at the notion, my bodily excretions churning with the sluggish pumping of my↘️ ↗️THRUMMING BLOODPUSHER.↗️ ↘️like i was saying, there is little to denote about this particular serving of fashion and prestige.↘️ ↗️EVERYTHING IS LAID OUT IN ITS MOST SIMPLISTIC FORM, A FAVOR DONE TO ALL TREMBLE-NODED LESSERS.↗️ ↘️our thoughtsponges cannot process an overwhelming amount of information, and you are literally so gracious as to sample us only bite-sized morsels of what we are granted the privilege of witnessing.↘️ ↗️YOU ARE SERVING UP LOOKS ON A NEED-TO-KNOW BASIS.↗️ ↘️and i am living for it.↘️ ↗️I AM CHAMPING AT THE BIT FOR MORE, BUT YOU ARE RESPECTFULLY STRIPPING AWAY EVERY FROUGHT ASPECT WITH THE KINDEST REGARDS TO MY FLOUNDERING THOUGHTCAVERN.↗️ ↘️i do not know where i would be if it weren't for you, but i shudder to imagine.↘️ ↗️WHAT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME I WILL TAKE IN BOTH OPEN FONDLEPLANES AND DENOTE WITH AS FEW, SUCCINCT, ACUTE SENTENCES AS POSSIBLE.↗️ ↘️i do not want to make this "hypepost" overly wordy, as we all know that your caegar-squandering unpaid interns cannot possibly possess the IQ points necessary to read this.↘️ ↗️MUCH LESS TAKE IT ALL INTO THEIR DIGESTION CHAMBER AND RUMINATION GLAND FOR A PROPER BREAKDOWN OF THE STAUNCH WORDS OF TRUTH I AM SPITTING LIKE A WAD OF CHEWED RUBBER MASTICATION DEVICES ONTO THE GRASS.↗️ ↘️i have come to understand that "earth c", the planet you are calling home is devoid of all alternian glories↘️ ↗️BARRING YOUR CASTE-DESIGNATED FEATS OF DOMINATION AND ALSO CLASS↗️ ↘️but i can literally only imagine that your slackluster office staff's pans have been corroded by acid rain.↘️ ↗️LITERALLY SO MISFORTUNATE.↗️ ↘️the cut of your pure black swim trousers is possibly one of the most flattering i have ever seen.↘️ ↗️LIKE A WINDING RIVER THROUGH CHISELED, GREY ROCKS, GLISTENING WITH A SHEEN OF WATER↗️ ↘️and in your case↘️ ↗️ALSO PROBABLY SWEAT FROM THE HOT, BEATING HEAT OF EARTH'S UNBEARABLE BUT ULTIMATELY WALKABLE SUN↗️ ↘️i can track your line of influence.↘️ ↗️FROM THE STAUNCH JUT OF VIOLET THAT INFLECTS YOUR CLASS, DOWN THE GENTLE DIVOT OF YOUR BULGING PECTORAL LIFTMUSCLES, OVER THE LANDSCAPE OF YOUR ABDOMEN THAT DIVIDES ITSELF INTO CATEGORICAL DISPLAYS OF YOUR UNDERLAYER↗️ ↘️(abs)↘️ ↗️LIKE A PACKAGE OF PRE-SECTIONED AND PORTIONED GRUBLOAF, DOWN TO THE REINFORCED, WATER WICKING COVERINGS OF YOUR TOP-CLASS SWIM APPEAREL,↗️ ↘️your violet influence reigns supreme.↘️ ↗️THE SLIGHT SHEEN OF THE MATERIAL TO REFLECT THE RIBBINOUS LIFEFLUID THAT COURSES THROUGH YOUR THUNDEROUS VEINS, MATCHING PERFECTLY WITH YOUR GRUBSCARS AND FRILLED GILLMATERIAL↗️ ↘️is almost too perfect.↘️ ↗️YOUR SWIMSHORTS ARE PAYING DIVIDENDS.↗️ ↘️and housing heft funds, i am sure.↘️ ↗️I WOULD BE REMISS TO NOT MENTION THE ADDITION OF YOUR OPPOSING-COLORED DRAWSTRING.↗️ ↘️in my pusher of pushers, i want to believe you are paying homage to your elite employee.↘️ ↗️THAT YOU ARE ENGAGING IN BASE-LEVEL FLATTERIFICS TO GAIN MY FAVOR, AS IF I AM NOT LITERALLY THROWING MYSELF TOWARDS THE SCREEN FOR EVERY PHOTOGRAPH YOU POST AND INTERACTION YOU DEIGN TO ALLOW ME TO HAVE WITH NONE OTHER THAN THE CEO OF AMPORACOIN AND ALSO OTHER STRENUOUS BUSINESSVENTURES.↗️ ↘️but i am not foolish, and i know i am not even deserving of this.↘️ ↗️I KNOW THAT YOU ARE SO SHARP AND HONED IN YOUR PERCEPTION OF OTHERS AND YOUR QUIVERING SIMP OF A SUBORDINATE THAT YOU KNOW THAT I DO NOT EVEN DESERVE IT.↗️ ↘️that i am worth nothing but five taps on your palmhusk screen and waffling acknowledgement.↘️ ↗️IF WE WERE MEETING SNOUT TO SNOUT, I WOULD NOT EVEN DESERVE TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS YOU.↗️ ↘️i would instinctively hold mine, as to not suck up your valuable h2o and deprive others of sampling your glory through way of errant germspray and accident-sputum.↘️ ↗️I WOULD BE SHAMEFULLY BLUE IN THE FACE.↗️ ↘️i also do not want you to accidentally smell the exhalation of my yoghurt and baked protein pellet in sweetened brown juicesludge odor, as my midshift meals have↘️ ↗️APPARENTLY↗️ ↘️made me unpleasant to inhale around.↘️ ↗️I AM "BURNING THE INNER FOLLICULAR LINING OFF OF FELLOW TROLLS' SCENTHOLES", ACCORDING TO INHUMANE RESOURCES.↗️ ↘️but that is unimportant, this is literally not even about me.↘️ ↗️IT IS ABOUT YOU.↗️ ↘️your honor.↘️ ↗️YOUR REGALITY.↗️ ↘️your superiority.↘️ ↗️YOUR DRAWSTRING.↗️ ↘️donning a color associated with a lower caste only designates that you are "real" and kind of "aloofly down to earth" with it.↘️ ↗️A PRIME ADVANTAGE OF MARKETING YOURSELF AS THE EVERYMANS' MAN IS THAT YOU ARE NOT JUST ERIDAN, BUT AN IDOL OF THE WORKING LABORS↗️ ↘️a bastion of those who devote themselves prong over grasper for you.↘️ ↗️I AM TRACKING BACK UPWARDS NOW TO YOUR NEWLY BEFITTED SPECTACLES.↗️ ↘️i myself am unable to don protective eyewear, as my vision has so entirely depreciated that i am likely to send myself plummeting from the highest level of my workblock if i were to put them on.↘️ ↗️AND IT HAS ONLY MADE ME MORE JEALOUS OF YOUR STUDIOUSLY DESIGNED SHADERS.↗️ ↘️the stark white carving of your symbol into the lenses do not do anything to impede your vision, i hope.↘️ ↗️BUT IF IT DID, I HAVE LITERALLY NO DOUBT THAT IT WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO BOTHER YOU.↗️ ↘️like an apex prowlerbeast, you do not need vision to know where to land your mark.↘️ ↗️YOU DO NOT NEED YOUR VITAL SENSES TO KNOW WHERE TO HEDGE YOUR BETS.↗️ ↘️(or your funds.)↘️ ↗️YOU ARE ABLE TO INTUIT IT INSTINCTIVELY THROUGH THE SHEER GUIDE OF THE PLATNIUM CARD BULGING A DENT INTO YOUR PADDED POCKETS.↗️ ↘️chumpchange, if you do not make the wisest investment.↘️ ↗️BUT I HAVE NOT KNOWN YOU TO MISS YET, MISTER AMPORA.↗️ ↘️i am eagerly awaiting your next post.↘️ ↗️THE NEXT PIECE OF EVIDENCE THAT YOUR VISAGE CONTINUES TO APPRECIATE IN VALUE, A METEORIC RISE TO THE HIGHEST CLIMBS OF THE IMPERIAL STOCK BOARD, ALL ON MERIT OF YOUR EXUBERANCE AND↗️ ↘️dare i say↘️ ↗️SWWAG.↗️ ↘️please do not forget to tag me next time.↘️ ↗️THIS IS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS THAT KEEPS ME INSPIRED TO PERSIST IN MY STARBOARD WORK ETHIC.↗️ ↘️your clout is groundbreaking, mister ampora.↘️ ↗️I HOPE THIS MESSAGE FINDS YOU WELL.↗️ ↘️signed,↘️ ↗️WROTHE AIARAY.↗️ ↘️your most devoted and overly eager wageslave.↘️ ↗️@caligulasAquarium ↗️ ↘️ https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fda3e3773ca0.jpg ↘️
#FIGHTNIGHT was certainly a spectacle! the people there were quite lovely to speak and interact with,, that and the prime-time festivities that unfolded within that night made it all too unforgettable!
#GuiltTripping #Manipulative #Coercive #ButIGetThePicture
you may have to quit your job though
thank you for dealing with him i might conthider thending you nudes
commithsion for @naughtytechnician of him and @gabardinecrescendo https://file.garden/yamhqbgapby70p5c/chittr/itthlikeoneofmyeasternalterniananimations.png
>O+ LOtS OF SMUt AND DEGENERACY, AND LIES ABOUt ME.
￣\ oh sorry actually i was supposed to admit @naughtyTechnician made me paint my bulge blue as a sex thing let me try that again #nsfw https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8efa535169e9.png /￣
The first thing I would like to say is, Nascar is not a fucking sport. Cars is literally the longest movie in the entirety of all filmographies across all worlds and timelines and whatever. I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say, “Casper it is literally only a few minutes shy of two hours long.” Extremely loud incorrect buzzer. WRONG. Cars movie is actually, by my estimates, seventeen thousand trillion sweeps long. So imagine you’re some stupid little five sweep old and someone asks you to watch a movie with them. And why not? Why shouldn’t you watch a movie with your homie. There you are, sat in the dark, watching Troll Owen Wilson the Car learn to love. I fucking guess????? Eight sweeps pass in an instant. Puberty? Adult molt? COME AND GONE. By the time you leave the theater you’re titled already, you have a full set of quads. Who occupies your quadrants???? Who knows? One of the cars from Cars, probably. And they didn’t just do it one time, they did it TWO MORE FUCKING TIMES. How many times can Owen Wilson the Car experience yet another traumatic race injury??? RETIRE AFTER THE FIRST ONE, BOZO???? And then he goes off to flirt with some other random female car with a face, and find out the true meaning of friendship and family bonds and WHATEVER every time. Don’t forget – His best friend Larry the Cable Guy the Car is also there. Isn’t that fucked up? Isn’t that fucked up for real? And the third one IS objectively the worst one. Imagine taking something that sucks so bad already and then making it suck a little bit more somehow. You don’t have to, I’m going to paint the god damn picture for you. It’s established in that Owen Wilson the Car has a girlfriend, (Sally, from Radiator Springs, the lawyer((why do the cars need lawyers btw))) but he spends the entire movie fucking flirting with Cruise Ramirez, his young and spunky new trainer. ????? OKAY????? FIRST OF ALL, WEIRDO ALERT, SECOND OF ALL, This bitch ain’t even loyal? He can’t do his job without crashing and he can’t fucking stay loyal to his lawyer mate?????? INSANE. INSANE BUSINESS!!!!! I just need to know who woke up one day and was like “I want to make a movie that takes seven years to watch and it’s about cars with faces!!!!!” Who said you know Toy Story?? I can do that better and with cars! WRONG!!!!! Don’t get me started on the implications, Where are the people? Who made the cars??? Was there some sort of car uprising or did trolls upload their minds into the cars because being a troll with opposable thumbs is fun and all…. But you know what would REALLY be fun? BEING A FUCKING CAR. AND THAT’S NOT EVEN THE WORSE PART. I bet you guys don’t know this about me – Hi guys, I’m Casper Cooper. I have an eidetic memory. Do you know what that is? It means I have a photographic memory. THINGS GO IN. THEY NEVER GO OUT. “Casper, that’s kind of cool, actually,--” WRONG AGAIN. I remember. Each and EVERY grueling minute of the first installment of that CIA torture method. THE TRACTOR TIPPING. CONSIDER THE TRACTOR TIPPING – What determines whether the car is a people car or an animal car??? Why the hell would they have beast cars anyway??? It doesn’t make sense to me as a concept, either, because it’s just – Okay, stay with me. You can argue that they make things like that because it distracts wigglers with the bright colors and the funny faces and whatever. Okay, Okay, WHATEVER. That works for like Thomas the Tank Engine and Blaze and the Monster Machines. Which teach actual real valuable things. Thomas teaches about community and surviving dystopian societies. Blaze teaches you math and science sometimes, you understand. You don’t make a show intended for little teeny children and cast first of all Owen fucking Wilson and tell me that it’s just to entertain the kids. IT’S BULLSHIT IS WHAT IT IS.
-=[ #slurpingyoursloop #yourhootsloop_☺]=-
he'S mid stroke right now #nsfw
✿ neither i’m da glurp
lalalala can'T hear you
going to grab you by your legs and spin you around really fast. and you'LL go "hey man stop i'M getting dizzy" but get this. i'M not going to stop. you'RE going to be dizzy forever
✿ dude. u’re probably like 1 millimeter tall u can’t pick me up liek dat and u never will
✿ naw cuz i’d win by a landslide he’d become paste
^can you please stop being online and explode the fucking guy btw>
wish that boulder was me to be honest
⚜HARK!!! IN THINES RESTLESSNESS THE THIEF CALLED FORGETFULNESS CAUSED A SLIP OF TIME!!! THE TRAVAYLE HAD EARLIER MY THY WERY, BUT HERE!!! BEAR WITNESS TO MY VICTORY OF THE DAY!!! HUZZAH!!! #WIN #gore https://i.ibb.co/mCm4Jmtm/knight-win.gif⚜⁀➴
im suddenly thirsty
>> we11 now ¡ am go¡ng to vaguepoડt about you
￣\ i dont even know if im joking right now /￣
✿ yea but yo horns are crazay
"unfollow my luthus immediately" 🤓 https://images.thquidge.org/images/2026/04/10/babykryqus.png
hhnnmn, ltss so cutw... lts so cutw, mlstwr/...
♥️ for meow ♦️ for woof/bark ♠️ for glub ♣️ and comment for other
Gonna go follow him, actually.
but wut 1f 1 want t0 have a c0nverzat10n w1th h1m abut that
$-$-$ aw sh!t deez r k!nda good cant l!e™
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>O+ tHIS IS MY ONLY PAGE!!! EVERYONE ELSE MIGHt BE AN IMPERSONAtOR (PROBABLY @NAUGHtYtECHNICIAN)! BE CAREFUL.
"= he wants me so bad, he won't stop replying. ="
"= oh, but it does not necessarily matter if i am invested /now/. it is about when it happens. (or doesn't, future depending). ha. ="
"= it is not as simple as asking. if you are able to contain or convince me in such a way where it is possible. then you can do as you wish. but not by default, no. ="
"= i'm practicing. this is. great feedback :) ="
p2hh i aint goin nowh3r3
Yes 1t’s my real ha1r — unl1ke some people, 1 actually take rather good care of my ha1r so 1t’s s1lky and beaut1ful, regardless of how 1nconven1ent the length 1s when 1t comes t1me for my performances. Though 1 doubt you’re educated enough to even apprec1ate the beauty of Troll Ballet and the magn1f1cence that such an art enta1ls. 𓂃۶ৎ
i think you suck
it is because you are a pervert @ normal trolls have much higher moral values than you do @kryqus
(( guys, dis is an incredibly kind offer, I'll draw your character FOR FREE 🔥. I dont think I can do it for every1 but I'll try my best.....! (( You can see examples of my work in my profile, I've posted them before >.>
does it ultimately matter if it's yaoi or yuri w+en all of us can frott our bulges toget+er #nsfw
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Ex@ctly, it’s b@rb@ric. Th@t’s why we need t0 fl@y @ll 0f the b@st@rds wh0 keep ůs this w@y @nd st@rt @new. Kill the qůeen.~
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