♦ pitied by @reaverToredor
saw a video of a MMeowbeast bein bathed n wailin in agony n it kinda sounded like the noises i MMake when MMy stoMMach hurts iunno what to think about this
wwe must hold space in the revvolution for bad biddies of all bloods
Dön't ask me questiöns, I förget everything aböut myself ever.
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K--<i havent blocked anyone on chittr btw because i have a #puresoul
=oXO seeing so many people with different relationships to their lusii''' really makes you think =oXO
Take that back.
don’t put a jar of honey in front of MMe i’MM either chugging it or gettin MMy hand stuck in there
Having red feelings is hard and stupid! I ain’t used tø this SHIT!!! HATE ME, DAMN YØU! PUSH ME AWAY SØ I CAN MURDER 1,000 ØTHERS TØ GET BACK TØ YØU, AND THEN HAVE TØ STØMACH THE FACT THAT YØU’LL NEVER REALLY LØVE ME!! Give me sømething I am used tø, sø I can let this øbsessive craving gø! #screamingIntøTheVøid #GladThatFøssilDøesn’tHaveChittr
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...soup...
evverybody wwants to be johnny bulge nobody is wwillin to admit they are johnny bulge #nsfww
man 1 hope th1s doesnt awaken anyth1ng 1n me...
Who says land dwellers cant glub? who tf cares Glub glub glub #Glubposting
♊︎t ♊︎2 poorly behaved becau2e ♊︎t ♊︎2 bored..
...... ♊︎t2 fuck♊︎ng no2e ♊︎2 ♊︎tchy......
TH4T'S SO FUCK3D UP!
Doubtful But For Now I Will Pretend I Did Not Read Any Of This
#PlantFucker
D --> I am softly poking again to see if anyone on here would be interested in playing Vintage Story when the ne%t stable update comes out
wwhatevva im cool noww wwatchin #wwetjeans vvideos on my comically large 325 inch telly #nsfww
ivve nevver done anythin wwrong or evven questionable in my life
im the cool eridan btww in case you didnt knoww
alwways somebodys ancestor in my replies tryin to tell me it gets better your untenable platitudes only fortify my nihilism begone from me oldhead #blackpill
idk why i bother posting.
wweh
TAVROS WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF COM8AT SIMUL8TIONS STOP CHITTING!!!!!!!!
D --> Why is Megido on the "pinned messages" tab D --> Surely this website would not employ lowb100ds D --> This is ridiculous
D --> You are concerning yourself with a species that is not worth your time, Nepeta
I have decided everybody shoulld stop commenting on my posts. That will be all, thank you.
reminder that the early grub gets the wworm but the successful grub culls the first one then devvours the entire cluster https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2271dadde4d1.png #fitcheck #business #motivvational #grindset #empiremindset @gratuitousAnnuity #justsoyoucancheckmyfit
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K--<likes and pities every single one of your posts to ruin your kullfarming
https://i.imgur.com/UG8w577.png OH GODS OH FUCK--
なぜこのサイトでは、スニーカーの話題が頻繁に上がるんだろう？
(V)(',,')(V) im no logner fat f℧ck #fatf℧ckfriday is ovve r sry g℧ise
⚜PLEASE, DO NOT POST SUCH SAD THINGS, I SHALL RUST MY PLATING WITH SUCH A CRUEL THOUGHT⚜⁀➴
HELLO THE SUMMONER.
// Dualscar doesn't talk about his relationships or his life because he's embarrassed and doesn't want Mindfang to make fun of him for it. Things he's embarrassed about: - Dating GHB, does want mindfang to know he's dating a clown or even humored it. - has a grub, don't ask him, he hasn't even named it yet. it's been half a year.
im finally about to head hivve fuck
You do not hate to hurt, you hate t0 heal. Y0u hate to be, you hate t0 continue, you hate to persist. You hate f0r the sake 0f hating. But it is al\/\/\/\/ays a selfish endea\/\/or. Y0u hate for y0urself, you hate y0ur self, you hate y0u. You \/\/\/\/ill al\/\/\/\/ays be hateful. Accept this inherent fla\/\/\/\/ o' life.
Can’t believwe no one invwited me to #fightnight. Wvhatevwer. I’ll just start pushing people at the bar. Gotta do evwerything myself.
Hey. Wvhoa. Uncalled for.
Screwv it, if anyone wvants to rumble wvith a seadwveller, I’ll be at the bar wvaitin’. Wve’ll havwe our owvn #fightnight. If you wvin I’ll buy you a drink or wvhatevwer. #substances
\/\/\/\/oke up. On an island. Not mine. N0t dead.
deigned to get on the commoner levvel tonight an ordered a vventi iced caramel macchiato wwith an extra shot a expresso servved in a grande cup wwith a separate cup a ice an three pumps a spit from the hardbody wworkin the counter at grubbucks she wwas appalled by my request wwhich pissed me off so i capped her #grubbucks #violence
I'm partially deaf and I heard it just fine.
One word. I'll let you guess.
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 OOC Muse Specific Information. I do roleplay NSFW and above, it's Dualscar, he is basically default NSFW #nsfw #ooc #lore #nsfwe? 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 230th Imperial Sweep Hatched Cronus Ampora, he was a culler from hatching. The Empire had uses for highbloods, and he was shaped into one of those uses before he could properly understand what that meant. Violence was not taught to him. It was expected. By six sweeps, as demanded by Alternian custom, he culled his own lusus. Not out of hatred. Not even out of cruelty. Merely because this was the path laid before him. The first true act of the Orphaner. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 236th Imperial Sweep His youth was spent in the presence of Meenah Peixes. The two were close. Closer than perhaps either of them should have allowed. Their relations drifted dangerously near moiraillegiance in those younger sweeps, before duty and imperial paranoia poisoned the possibility of it. At the same time, the would-be Orphaner spent long stretches near Gl'bgolyb herself. Conditioning his pan against her horrid psychic wailing. Preparing himself for a lifetime beneath the shadow of the Empire. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 239th Imperial Sweep It was during the Royal Courts that he earned the name Dualscar. He spoke out of line before the Empress. A mistake. A singular mistake. The 2x3Dent narrowly missed culling him outright and instead left him permanently scarred. The wound remained across him for the rest of his life. A reminder to himself and everyone else of what becomes of those who fail to respect imperial authority. From then onward, he was no longer merely Cronus Ampora. He was Dualscar. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 240th - 246th Imperial Sweeps As he aged, his attachment to the Empress curdled into flushed longing. Dangerous longing. The sort of longing that could only end in execution if spoken aloud. She, however, grew increasingly wary of him. She understood what her future required. Dualscar had no place within it. Around these same sweeps, he shared a brief spark of kismesissitude with the The Grand Highblood. But neither of them could truly hate the other enough to sustain it. The quadrant withered before it could properly bloom. Still, his work flourished. As for his role as Orphaner? Dualscar was a natural. Culling was already a highblood specialty. Give one a legendary weapon such as Ahab's Crosshairs and suddenly very few things on Alternia remained beyond their reach. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th Imperial Sweep At seventeen sweeps, Dualscar first crossed paths with Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. He did not think much of it at the time. Pirates were not his jurisdiction. Letting her go seemed harmless enough. Lightning rarely struck twice. Ahab's Crosshairs, however, certainly did. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 247th - 330th Imperial Sweeps Over the following sweeps, the rivalry between Dualscar and Mindfang became something far uglier than simple conflict. Their clashes turned personal. Then intimate. Then venomous. Quadrants bled together beneath cannon fire and threats whispered behind closed doors. For a time they remained evenly matched. Dualscar stood at the peak of physical prowess while possessing not a single psychic advantage. Mindfang, meanwhile, became increasingly manipulative and mentally fortified with every passing sweep. As the centuries passed, Dualscar became something almost mythological among imperial circles. Rebels whispered stories of the Orphaner that culled trolls in droves for the Empire rather than merely hunting dangerous lusii. Whether exaggerated or not hardly mattered. Fear spreads easier than truth on Alternia. He stopped stepping onto land whenever possible. By this stage he was no longer merely an Orphaner. He had become the longest-lived and most productive executioner the Empire had ever maintained. And through all of it, Mindfang remained. Sometimes enemy. Sometimes confidant. Sometimes something far worse. -𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Around the 410th Imperial Sweep By the height of the rebellion surrounding The Signless, Dualscar and Mindfang had long since stopped wasting driftwood and cannon fire upon one another. Instead they met privately. Hours within the brig of one ship or the other. Threats. Arguments. Attempted murders. The sort of relationship only Alternia could cultivate. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 490th Imperial Sweep This was the end of Dualscar. He traded heavily for a particular Jadeblood slave connected to the rebellion. He never learned her name. He never cared to. Her appearance alone fascinated him. Ancient. Exhausted. Older than himself. Older than the Empress. Yet still carrying an unnatural youthfulness to her features. She reminded him of the Rainbow Drinkers from gothic fiction. The old horror stories written by Bram Trollker and others alike. He had gifted her to the Marquise. His Kismesis, who, at the time, he was aiming for Vacillation with. She enjoyed it, so much, that it entered her flush. What he was aiming for. In his rage, he had slain the Jadeblood. Often forgetting whether it was his own actions or that of an assassin. Either way, his kismesistude was ended with the Marquise. Dualscar fled from his own ship during daylight hours so she could not pursue him directly. In desperation he sought refuge within the chambers of the Grand Highblood. Instead, he found death. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Death Within the dream bubbles he eventually encountered his descendant, Eridan Ampora. He viewed the boy as a disappointment. Eridan had failed the Heiress. Failed imperial devotion. Even abandoned Ahab's Crosshairs before dying at the hands of a Jadeblood. Eventually, though, forgiveness came. Or something close enough to it. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Post-Game Era At some point after death, some variation of Jane Crocker restored Dualscar to life. But the resurrection left him hollow. Alternia was gone. No hemospectrum. No lusii. No purpose. He became a relic stranded upon a world that no longer understood what he had once been. 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 Present Day Now he carries the mantle of Gameward. He watches over a somewhat prosperous island beneath the loose authority of Crocker-affiliated powers. He lives mostly alone. #fishingfriday remains mandatory for him due to the weekly medication schedules required for certain wildlife under his care. Though softened compared to the monster Alternia created, Dualscar remains harsher, crueler, and more violent than nearly anyone around him. A relic of a dead empire still trying to behave as though that empire never fell.
\/\/\/\/ish I ain't.
someone tell me i aint the only one who seas the lusus w the test results
0h this test is l0ng and i d0 n0t havwe the attenti0n span 4 this D:zzzz ugh i am a c0mplainer n0t a quiter th0
You got that right. Got my pawpcorn and I'm watching from afar.
https://cdn.imgchest.c0m/files/ae12a04ca5ec.png Interestin' results, I s'p0se. #nsf\/\/\/\/
That sucks. Find a third. Make it into a meowvie.
Is only he could stop being selfish and unbold towards his flushcrush
He only has me as his kismesis
aight, get wvell soon chief
ask someone wwho isnt on the vverge of total mental crash
ate food an i feel marginally better
"= one second i need to look you up and see your thing ooookay i see. i'll have you beat on height eventually, my ancestral figure had a ridiculous thing going on. but. insane width, you must hate it. ="
♯guywhohastowalksidewaystogetinthroughdoorways ^
"= my horns like |_|. then i stand sideways and it's more kind of |. you see it? thank you for listening. ="
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// If no one has seen my boy yet!! https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/100310214_Zn3lV1h8JrdRdhR.png :]
I understand I am a highblood, but gills, gays, and theys... ψe above that. ψe're beautiful, ψe're sexy, ψe're gorgeous, ψe're perfect. #youarebetterthanthem #gorgeous #beautiful #talented #perfect #ψokeuplikethisarrivedlikethisperfecltlikethis
Every time I play The Sims I start my Sim with a painting goblin, which has green skin and the traits “likes art” and “likes to be alone.” Then I build a secret respiteblock in the basement for the painting goblin, send him into it, and remove the stairs and door. The only things in the block are a recuperacoon and an easel. All he does is paint over and over. Eventually his paintings become very good and worth a lot of money. Every few minutes I click downstairs and sell whatever painting he’s made. My Sims never find out about the terrible secret source of their fortune living beneath their hive.
Yo @reaverToredor ya got any old pics of your younger self like before you came to the empire? I mean few folk know yer a native troll of the outcasted continents the empress couldn't touch because of some unknown reason.
not sure wvwhat is happening wvwith another me my descendant and some fuck off smelly troll named the rankmaid but i can tell you this. survwivwal of the fittest. wvwe havwe to die sometime. i got full faith in my descendant's rifle arm, but put a little theatricality into it. - the orphaner dualscar
I feel like if I answer the fuck/marry/kill trend I will 6e the 9ne that ends up dead (again) #nsfw #vi9lence
// Okay! I think it's about time I put a definition on my Signless and how I play him. My version of the Signless is post-death, playing him as revived for the purposes of Shenanigans(tm). Obviously that means the people on here are not his version of those people, but he's aware of that. He'll indulge anyway. He was an adrenaline junkie in life, which means now he has even less concern for his own safety! He will meddle, he will not be cautious when interacting with highbloods, and he will prod the metaphorical bear in ways he never was allowed to in life. While he hates being called The Sufferer, he bears the symbol of his death ♋ with pride. He wasn't hatched with it, so still considers him 'sign-less', but to him it's a symbol of the lasting impact anyone can have. He has recently chosen a name for himself, Sainath Vantas, to symbolise the re-hatching that his revival had given him. Ref- by me! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/aab7217317ff.png //
Not much different from her other 'conquests'.
⚡️ Gutterscar character profile! ⚡️ CW: #substances (he drinks, smokes, and injests just about anything). #violence (a trained hunter and assassin). #nsfw (former? sex worker, and has a pretty casual relationship with sex.) ⚡️ Alternian royalty, was raised in luxury. ⚡️ Went to military school, trained as an Orphaner and raised to Imperial Naval Captain. ⚡️ Got into some trouble with the regime… he doesn’t like to discuss the details. ⚡️ HIC put a price on his head and he set out into the multiverse to escape. ⚡️ Quickly burned through what little money he still had access to. ⚡️ No planet, no money, no shelter, no friends; he kept to the dark back alleys of any place he landed. ⚡️ Realized he could get most of what he needed in exchange for sexual favors, and took that up as his main occupation. This numbed his desire for labels/quads, but he still defaults to sex as a useful means to an end. ⚡️ Recently crash-landed in an Earth bubble and was given a proper place to stay; now he’s getting back on his feet. ⚡️Much humbled and mellowed, but with physical and mental scars from the Empire. Pathetically still carries a torch for his Empress, and is obsessed with Fuchsias. Has also become fascinated with humans, perhaps fetishistically so. ⚡️ TLDR: He’s genuinely trying to create a “normal” life for himself. But it’s going to take a lot of adjusting, and a lot of self-medicating.
Sounds about right.
Stop swooning over the damn orphaner
Just had someone ask me vwhat fish tastes like. Fish, obvwiously.
@reaverToredor get your ass over here ♤ >:o(
i agree stop hittin amporas
We getting a new preaching throne too :"o) Mirth praise us with new shit #ClownChurchDay
my gog im nevver gonna survvivve him wwhat the fuck #vagueposting
There's a /ot of ta/k of ancestors on the feed tonight. Whi/e I don't persona//y put stock in the idea, I persona//y know a good number of tro//s who find the concept va/uab/e, if not crucia/, in their search for identity. So, I'// be doing something of a po// with this post's engagement. <3 if you c/aim an ancestors of your own. <> If you be/ieve in the concept but haven't identified yours <3< if you persona//y be/ieve the who/e thing is stupid c3< if you don't give a fuck, don't get it, or aren't a tro//
im so fuckin tired and im horny an im gonna wwake up after i pass out an be so goddamn embarrassed #nsfw
Bitch is getting the clubs tonight #violence
I told your dumbass not to run
Arenae ye a fuckin masochist. This is a special kynd o pathetic summoner. A'll tak yer damn flowers but brin thaim tae me yourself.