The Professor
@professorMayonaka
Do not try to find me. I am nowhere.
Every day. I log on. He shoots himself in the foot. Like clockwork.
C:~ You only find horrorterrors erotic because you haven’t had to spend eons with them. Who would have thought that all-knowing deities could be so careless, sluggish and tiresome?<
The Terrors whom desire carnal pleasures are a rare and curious breed indeed.
THE THING MOST OF YOU. FAIL TO REALIZE. IS THE PAIN FUEL. YOU ARE SLOSHING INTO MY TANKS. MY DESIRE TO PUNISH THOSE I DESPISE GROWS WITH EVERY PASSING COMMENT TOWARDS ME, WITH EVERY DENIAL OF MY ARTISTRY, WITH EVERY PHILISTINE. BASICALLY. YOU PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES. AND IM GOING TO ERADICATE YOU. #VIOLENCE #IMGOINGTOKILLYOU #LORDINGITUP
should have known jack would hate yoda lol
Oh so I have a reason to hate you thanks
You are an insult to the hard working, violently homicidal Jack Noir’s everywhere.
@prospitianMonarch PM ARE YOU OKAY?
I took the 30000 milestone from your hands.
Hey thanks for doing that :) Now I can plan to get to 40000
Wtf did I do to you???
The mail can go fuck off and you know it in your heart.
I will drown you in black tendrils and feed your soul to business partners you arrogant excuse for my Spades.
Sorry You are going to have to ask @forgottenJade for my soul rights.
:33< if watpurr touches my body i f33l like i will die
For the record, part of me feels very odd watching this cherub’s nonsense.
Which part?
I suspect a price other than free to be too steep likely for what you'd tell.
Your loss, inspector, your loss. I am always around lurking in the midnight if you change your mind.
Perhaps. I have something to take for a test drive, anyways. We’ll talk soon.
THE ONLY TROLL I LIKE IS CRONUS.
:33< *the mighty huntress acts all cute and cuddly at mew in hopes mewll pet her*
☞ihgate er0ser lalnd0en and i havte amanaya maryanm and i havte d0xsc aratch and i havete pr0fkes0t0r may0naka
my h0me timeline was h0st t0 three d0c scratches and 0ne pr0fess0r may0naka. y0u have n0 idea h0w much hatred f0r them i have accrued. y0u c0uld n0t. begin. t0. imagine.
[A looping video is uploaded. Rose is in front of a mirror. GrimDark and all. Until she begins to unravel. Inky saturation drains from her like tidewater receding from a poisoned shore, leaving something untouched underneath. That is to say, not something necessarily healed or restored, just clearer. Where there had been void-black there is now a clinical white. Uniform, immaculate, perfect. She is like porcelain that has never known warmth. Her skin is almost reflective of light. A subtle inversion to what she was moments before. She is curated. Her hair follows suit. Going from a matte white to something more reflective. Each fiber on her head is splayed about in precision. She has no frizz, no disobedience, absolutely perfect. It is a grotesque echo of the sphere she had just cracked, her bob rounded out near identically against her skull. Her eyes take a moment. Lavender dimness and a light cataract seem to dissipate. Like a soul returning to life. The color is stately, saturated, and aristocratic. She looks focused in her gaze, it tracks the viewer with intent. Her uniform, an exaggerated almost parody-level "nurse" silhouette appears to unfurl. A fitted bodice, structured to draw the eye to the waste before flaring just enough to suggest mobility rather than modesty. A short skirt, only, slightly scandalous. Lengthened to provocation, as if calibrated for indulgence. The neckline coming over the flat of her bust. She is a titillating signal. A beacon, perhaps. White dominates the outfit. A sterile type of white. Absent of marks. Precise lines guide the eye about her body. It screams as though it were designed by the Doctor himself. Save for a small lavender belt she still wears about her waist. Elbow length white gloves, tight, almost like a second skin. Her chest has a single pin upon it. An abstract shape, somehow, suggesting a vaguely medicinal adjacent, whilst also showing off her role in snuffing timelines by having lines dissipate in directions. The overall effect is unmistakeable. She is a reflection of him. Not a copy. Where he is the Pristine Host and orchestrator, she is the curatrix. She preserves, organizes, and trims excess from the system. She does not serve, she implements. The difference is whose restraint she follows. His perfection was indulgent, hers was surgical. Standing there, no longer in the abyss she has been drowned in. She does not look free. Merely resigned. Then the video simply reverses. It would end with her reverting back into her GrimDark state.]
Thank you, strange darling.
From My Hero Academia?