♣ mediated by @naughtyTechnician
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 <:))
come to mama my little chudling
a heavy 8urden you must 8ear 8ut you gotta keep your chin up king your crown is falling
.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
I HATE YOU
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 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
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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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( 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
jjusst imagine... you and kryquss...... [censsored] [censsored] and [censsored] witth [censsored][censsored][censsored][censsored][censsored][censsored][censsored] insside [censsored][censsored]
>> <:)) 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
k 1’m j3rk1ng 1t 1f 4nyon3 c4r3s y3s 1 gott4 m3nt1on 3v3ry t1m3 1’m j3rk1ng 1t #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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"Don't you know how to do anytthing?" He growlss in your ear. You try to sstifle your whimper, but he clearly hearss it and cchuckless at your dessperation. He grabss a hand full of your hair and wrencchess your head backwardss into him. Hiss bulge grindss hard againsst your assss, hiss otther hand ssnakess between tthe wall and your cchesst, creepss up around your neck and *ssqueezzess.* He pussshess you harder into tthe wall. Your blood and material iss sstaining tthe wall and your pantss in equal amount. He laughss again, dangerouss, low. "Can't you do anytthing right?" #nssfw #nssfwe #kryqussbait
i feel purely platonic towards phuntr guynax>--Ʞ
I Feel Slightly Radioactive
Vris Help I Am Marble
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Hot, dessperate, writthing. You don't know what you want, but your bulgess are happy to take tthe lead. Pressssed againsst eacch otther, trading breatth and ssaliva, ssmearing variouss ssshadess of blue material all over eacch otther in an effort to claim tthe otther for yoursself. He ssingss ssweet venom, letss it coursse tthrough your veinss ass hiss hipss gyrate againsst yourss and make you hiss bitcch. No, wait, he'ss YOUR bitcch- but he'ss already getting on top of you, breatth sstuttering and lipss curled into a ssnarl. Fuck. He totally won tthiss one, didn't he? #nssfw #nssfwe #nssfc #kryqussbait
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i'VE been told i am as attractive as a pillow
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
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K--<shit... youre right... team chud is saved...
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.
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↘️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>
Invincible Series 7 Clip Dark Battlebeast kills the Smiling Friends
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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