

Gygaax Bhildr
@tautologicalTechnique
π² LVL 11/ CHAOTIC GOOD / OLIVEBLOODED CLERIC / PROFICIENCY IN PERFORMANCE, ACROBATICS, INSIGHT (ICQA ACCREDITED PALE PAL)π² ( αβκβα) < My questlog ain't never too full for EWE! And that's a PACT!!!
https://i.imgur.com/lhS4KhR.png π²βπβπ»ππΈπ ππππ ππΈππππΈπππβπ, πΈπ»ππΌβππΌββπβπ! π² ( αβκβα) < My name is GYGAAX BHILDR! And I will be your guide on your quest. - I am a level 11 CHAOTIC GOOD OLIVEBLOODED CLERIC with PROFICIENCY in the following skills and/or abilities: Performance, Laughcrobatics, Medisassination, Denature, Insight, Constitution Saving Throws, Wisdom Saving Throws, "Palling Around", Clinical Psychology, FLARP, and Roleplay! βοΈπ‘οΈπππππβπΎ π½πβ πΈ βπΈβππ? πΉ π‘οΈ Be it of one, or two, or three, or more!!! I'm able to handle come one, come all! - Interpersonal quadrant resolution sparring! - Duels "TO THE DEATH" of your insecurities! - And much, much more! Inquire today, and don't be shy! I'm always one of many an outwardly lookin' eye!
( αβκβα) < Sometimesβ¦I canβt sleep without holding onto a mothewefucker!
( αβκβα) < Yβknow, sometimes I miss havinβ a lusus around all the time. LEECHSTEPDAD mighta been a real mean mother hoggerβ¦ ( αβκβα) < But! And there is a but! ( αβκβα) < β¦uhm. ( αβκβα) < F. Forgot what I was daggum gonna say! So. Acrobatics check, go, [16], nice!!!
good eve, dear one. i have returned from a recent sabbaticrawl after the great pleasure of organising the most recent pale passion festival. some know it by the title "pale-a-pal-oosa" as stated by my dearest associate: @tautologicalTechnique. did you have reason to attend, dear one? opening night was so spurious, i may have missed your inclusion... #nsfw #paleromance #palepassionfest #companionship
( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < Fer those that don't know... ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> HAPPY PALE-A-PAL-OOZA FESTIVAL NIGHT!!!! <> <> <> <> ( αβκβα) < A WHOLE DAY DEDICATED TO SOOTHING WOES, WEARY TRAVELERS, AND WAYWARD VAGABONDS!!!! ALL YOU MAVERICKS, QUADRANT FILLED, OR NOT, DESERVE A NICE KISS, SOME SWEET EDGE-SOFTENING BEVVIES, A FLAGON OF AID, AND ALL THE PATIENCE ONE CAN MUSTER...!!!! A SPECIAL THANKS TO @passiveSerialization FER ENSURIN' THIS SWEEP WENT OFF WITHOUT A HITCH...AND PLENTY MOIRAIL-SEEKING SOULS GETTIN' HITCHED!!! Golly...what a turnout...WELL, WHETHER YOU CELEBRATE OR NAH, BE SURE TO MARK SOME INSPIRATION ON YOUR CHARACTER SHEET...!!!! Ewe bet yer sweet keister I did... https://i.imgur.com/tRjPpWF.gif
(β)γADVENTERROR'S QUESTLOG - QUEST 1 : SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT MY NEW FRIEND, AILEIN RERTRO, HE DOES MACHINES, TINKERING, 'N LAW STUFF!!! @vintageEngineer γ [3/3 - NICE THINGS SAID - QUESTLOG WILL UPDATE AUTOMATICALLY] ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> I know I ain't got much in the ways 'o clout...but...what little I got, I wanna channel that energy to my pal, @vintageEngineer !!!! I just want...three nice things said, total...!!! We can go fer bonus if we get over three!!!! I'm callin' on everyone... β°ΰΌ ( αΚκΚα) ΰΌβ― < GIMME YER NICE ENERGYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
( αβκβα); <3 <3 <3 <3 No information is useless information!!!! Ya never know when a player characer is gonna up 'n ask, "HEY, DM!!!! I WANT T'EAT OUR BOOTS! THAT OUGHT T'BE HUNGER STAVIN', RIGHT? READ SOMEWHERE PEOPLE BOILED SHOE LEATHER IN FAMINE...!!!" 'n ya gotta improvise, with some teensie we lil degree of familiarity, just what that sits on the gustatory niblets all like!!! #NSFW #??? #TECHNICALLY #????? #COPE???
( αβκβα) < Anyone wanna play "PAL, PAIL, PRY, 'r PUMMEL"????? ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < Promie I ain't gonna just pick PAL on everybody this time 'round...I know that gets a teensie bit stale reeeeeeeeeal fast...not my fault yer all so enticin' t'help...buncha so-called lost causes just waitin' t'be found...
γADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique γ γ πππππππ πππππππ: UNREALITY, NECRO, HEMOISM, XXXOVER, CROSSOVER, UNLIFE γ REQUEST FROM ANONYMONSTER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // LORD RUTHVN // CESARE // LORD CALGAR // DOCTORTURER CALGAR // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER ( αβκβα) < LORD RUTHVN...in all his enigmatic eminence...was the spittin' image of the late LORD BYRONE before him. Almost a crude 'n spitting mockery of stateliness 'n coveted esteem, warped for entirely perverse purposes. A refined NOBLEMASTICATER, he was known to chew out only the deservin', and even more selectively would he savor the unworthy. Their screams. Their panicked anguish. Their debtor's desperation. Their disorientin' confusion, all of it, a feast for the good LORD RUTHVN. First 'o his kind, and a trailblazer for bein' able t'weather the scandal 'o accusations of an UNSAVORY SORT OF APPETITE. That is t'say, if the legends were to believed, LORD RUTHVN was 'imself a living legend, a walking legacy, a breathin' lore. A ruinous sort. It seemed... ( αβκβα); <> Wherever the good LORD RUTHVN went, trouble followed. And the misery he wrought loved company. ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < It's because 'o this...that t'refuse a summons from the RUTHVN ESTATE...would be like tryna refuse the conclusion of one's own breath...or rather...to hasten it...one last time...with grim finality. β°ΰΌ ( αΚκΚα) ΰΌβ― < "SIMPLY PREPOSTEROUS!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT," thought DOCTORTURER CALGAR, silently. "MY SERVANT, MY OWN SOMNEBULOUS...INVITED OVER ME? ME??? OF SOME EDUCATION AND REPUTE? WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I LACK?" His manic annoyance wouldn't serve him no need no mind, as the carriage bearing his charge was to be leaving soon. A single, envious pale gloved fist pounded... ( αβκβα); <> Then...softened...as it curled into a loosely unwound palm, strokin' CESARE to full attention. His ganderglobes hung low, bagged onerously on either sides 'o his face...his lips curled in a permanently dour expression. Even as his cheeks were cupped with that sublime sympathetic stroke, he said nothin', his gaunt lips stained with the kiss 'o death. As a SOMNEBULOUS, a treader through the land of dreams while awakened, CESARE moved with bounds and purpose, though they were not his own. Ten long sweeps he was purported to have slept, and those ten sweeps were a mere speck of sand in the eye swiped away by the DOCTORTURER. A sleep so listless as to be death itself. If not accompany it. His loud, rude awakenings, curious moanings, and tantalizing tendencies. Though the bodies attributed t'his dealings were far fewer in number than LORD RUTHVN, the rumors clung like a foul stench, far harder to bat away without the veil of nobility and respectability t'hide behind. ( αΰΉκΰΉα); < "..." ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < CESARE spoke none as the sprawling LORD RUTHVN ESTATE approached on the horizon. He was led in by a small cadre 'o catty OLIVES, each indiscriminately dressed in attire less than entirely immodest, but more than absolutely nothing, and only just barely so. They carried gifts of expensive inebriants, fine jewelry, canes, and tophats -- none too dissimilar to something DOCTORTURER CALGAR himself might wear, each insisting the SOMNEBULOUS would be fitfully undressed. But CESARE had one thought on his mind, and one thought only. The hypnotic allure and words of his DOCTORTURER just before leavin'... β°ΰΌ ( αΚκΚα) ΰΌβ― < "DO HIM IN. DO HIM IN THERE. DO YOU HEAR ME, CESARE? SHOW HIM THE COURTESY HE HAS DENIED ME FOR LONG ENOUGH. AND DO HIM IN, CESARE." ( αβκβα) < Nothing could share him out of that commanding cloak, nothing could shake that hold over him. Except for, maybe, the eminent LORD RUTHVN in the flesh. ( α Ν Β° κ Ν‘Β°α) < "π·πππ ππ πππππππ, πππ ππ? π²πππππππ, πππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππ ππ...? π·πππ π½πππππ, πΈπππππ ππ πππ π°πππππ, πππ ππππ ππππ πππ πππ πππππππ. π΄ πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππ...πππππππππππππ?" ( αβκβα) < His hands were gloved too, in that same detached and professional way those of DOCTORTURER CALGAR were, but they had a kind of magnetism to them. The way CESARE almost fell back into them as they crept around his shoulders. A gasp would be the ordinary reaction, and in absentia, the fingers gripped harder. Almost enough to pierce the many layers of leather and fabric. Almost as if to puncture the very flesh. ( αΰΉκΰΉα); < "...Plenty." Succinct. Brief. But necessary. CESARE felt the prescient tug to speak, to say whatever it took to do him. To do him in. To show him the respect he had denied the GOOD DOCTORTURER. ( α Ν Β° κ Ν‘Β°α) < A cold smile crept across his collected countenance. Chillingly persistent, were those unblinking eyes. Unblemished by age. Unbothered by the light creeping some distance away. "π¬ππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππ π πΎππππππππππ? π΄ ππππππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ...πππππππππ." ( αΰΉκΰΉα); < "...Til dusk. Tomorrow." ( α Ν Β° κ Ν‘Β°α) < "πΏπππ ππππ? πΈπππ ππ ππ ππ?" Lord Ruthven advanced. He swiveled on the heel of one foot, tilting his head on one side to peer into the mind of CESARE, only to find...nothing awaiting him. The usual hold he had over another...gone. Blank. Instead, a set of hands cupped their way around his neck, squeezing tightly, constrictively cloying, competing for dominance over his neck. It seemed they were halfway to choking him to death...only to trail down, and adjust his vestments. ( αΰΉκΰΉα); < "Afraid so. But what is a dawn you do not see? If you would...permit me..." The SOMNEBULOUS gestured with his head. Even the OLIVES blushed and recoiled in surprise at his boldness. For all his charisma and worldliness, it seemed all throughout the world, LORD RUTHVN alone was the clueless one. ( α Ν Β° κ Ν‘Β°α) < "π»πππ ππππ. π΅πππ. ππππ πππ πππ πππππππππ?" Lord Ruthven would find his hands suddenly grasped about the wrists. He offered little protest, amused something so small could think itself capable of a threat to him. Only to watch as CESARE gestured with his head towards the nearby MASTER BROODROOM, a luxurious RESPITEBLOCK woefully underpopulated. For now. The words that followed became instantly supplementary, almost a redundancy. But just for an opportunity to see those ghastly, gothic lips move, LORD RUTHVN, ruiner of women and soon to be men, would watch as they plead their case. ( αΰΉκΰΉα); < "I wish to...do you. To do you in...there. Show me the courtesy...you have denied me...long enough. Let me. Do you. In there." It was almost endearing how sincere the words all arrived, in their jumbled 'n meandering array. But they seemed...well-received. ( αβκβα) < Welcome, even. ( α Ν Β° κ Ν‘Β°α) < "ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππππ π΄ ππ...ππ ππππ π πππππ?" ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ( αβκβα) < Countless hours beyond the very next dawn, the halls were still filled with grunts, moans, howls, and the echoes of mewling whimpers. The OLIVES were still tripping over themselves to fetch refreshments and cycle through amenities. The RUTHVEN ESTATE was a shared disaster zone, recuperacoons shredded beyond recognition, particularly vigorous encounters rupturing just about any furniture with a flat surface. The banging of walls at long hours suggested torture, the scent suggested bonding, and the many moons that hung over yonder suggested this was NOT ending any time soon...the only one t'get fucked more than the two 'o them was the GOOD DOCTORTURER CALGAR. β°ΰΌ ( αΚκΚα) ΰΌβ― < "NOT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT, CESARE." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #SWATTPAD #ImpliedPailing #PailSmut #CurseOfStrahdlike #LORDRUTHVN #CALGAR #CESARE #NSFW #FailedInsightCheck #SucceededPerformanceRoll #THEYFUCKING #XReader #FrondFiction #Requests #CabinetOfDoctorturerCalgar #Vacillation #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles
( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < HEEEeeeeeEEeeeeEEY EWE ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( αβκβα) < The lot of ya 'ave kept me busy witha much obliged backlog 'o all sortsa lovely requests, prompts, 'n idea stokin', 'N FOR THAT I'M THANKFUL! But t'shoo away cobwebs, 'n stamp out terrarumble weeds...A QUESTION!!! ( αβκβα); <> WHAT'S YER FAVORITE MONSTER? Could be a paltry-like lil guy, t'o a ten-stories-high sky partin' sort!!! Doesn't gotta be from a franchise, 'er Fiduspawn, buuuuut certainly wouldn't mind...love t'hear varied thoughts!
γADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique γ γ πππππππ πππππππ: CNC, DUBCON, NONCON ASSURANCE, MOIRAIL KNOWS BEST, ADVENTERROR TROPE TALK, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT, PDP IN PLAIN VIEW) γ ADVENTERROR TROPE TALK// YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER βοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβ ( αβκβα) < Welcome BaAAaaaHaaaaack to Adventerror Trope Talk!!!! T'day we're gonna muse a lil bit about a somewhat controsversial topic in our spaces...PDP! Public Display of Possession! PDP is a vital way 'o establishin' to yer palemate, or mates, y'ain't ashamed of their problems, or yer role in nuzzlin' them towards an amiable solution...it can feel strange --- at first!!!!! Even frightnin'! ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> A sensory overload of touch happy hands next t'the hard tar, with vehicles whizzin' past, catchin' voyeuristic lil glances at you 'n yer pale pal...havin' yer hands pinned above yer horns 'til ya talk about what's gotcha all torn up 'n bum bothered...lil sweet nothin's like...yain't bein' yerself!!! Is this squirt really worth it??? Do we need t'take a lil jaunt, just us? Keep it together...or imma keep it fer ewe!!!! It'll hit different... ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < But ewe don't choose when ya have yer worst moment, that moment chooses a-you!!! And when yer caught off gaurd, or can't regulate th'anger that's just bum-pa-bumpin' around in yer lobe stem...sometimes 'avin yer face gripped 'n yanked into th'deadlights 'o someone's wretched gaze is just about th'only thing that will get yer blood flowin' somethin' ordinary!!!!! Moirail knows best!!!! ( αβκβα) < When, where, 'n why...!!! Trust 'em! And if yer ever made t'feel uncomfortable? Pop a squat 'n have a lil chat about it. But in th'heat of the moment? Let 'em take over, just fer a bit!!!!! Ya might not be in the best state t'be a judge of yer own immediate actions...'n nobody wants t'get comforted fer makin' a rash 'n unviable to undo decision!!!!! #SWATTPAD #PALESMUT #CNC #DUBCON #NONCONASSURANCE #MOIRAILKNOWSBEST #FORCIBLEPALE #ASSERTIVECOMFORT #PDP #PUBLICDISPLAYOFPOSSESSION #ADVENTERRORTROPETALK #<>
( αβκβα) < Psst! EWE there! Yes! Yes, you! ( αβκβα) < I'd still love ya if ewe were a wigglepest...I'd find a nice 'n shaded lump 'o soil...pack it full 'o dirt 'n nutrients...'n see to it ya got plenty 'o enrichment, 'n lovely little diversions to wriggle 'bout 'n play with... ( αβκβα) < I'd visit every day I could...to read t'ya...t'bring ya snacks...t'check 'n make sure yain't dryin' up all sizzled-like on the hardtar...I'd miss ya a whole bunch... ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> But I care like water!!! 'n water...shifts t'the shape 'n form 'o the container that holds it...!!! And your shape, pal, 's a wrigglepest!!!
γADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique γ γ πππππππ πππππππ: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) γ CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // FEDRIK x READER // NSFW // QUAD MULTICLASS // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER // BLACK AND PALE MULTIPAIRING βοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβ ( αβκβα) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got chewed t'tangy little tiny bits and chunks by His Honorable Tyranny for tempt of court! Oh noooo!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( αβκβα); < The VVar Council shoulda ended hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? It took a few moments fer it t'really click with ewe what this was even about...'n the thought got dismissed. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive... ( αβκβα) < FEDRIK's calloused hands passed over ya in metered measures...examining for scrapes, bruises...Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as he suddenly seizes Y/C's arm 'n tugs it forward tighter than a clobberin' fist 'o righteousness he'd drive into th'enemy...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The GREAT FRIGHT who once towered like a one man rovin' fortress on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing armor gone from a monument to a frame. He becomes a livin' study in contradiction. His height no longer a weapon or a shield, but a length 'o limb folded neatly beneath him. ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! (ααΰ² κΰ² α)Β€=[]:::::> "CHROHM'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW," FEDRIK's hulking vigilance subsided and softened for just a moment. His frame, considerably larger than Y/C, felt as though it vanished the moment he knelt so gingerly in front of ewe. The sheer wall 'o his presences done up 'n collapsed inward on itself. "YOUR TACTICAL MIND WORKS TIRELESSLY...BUT SO DOES THAT OF OUR ENEMIES. YOU CANNOT DENY YOURSELF THE REPRIEVE OF REST. THEY WILL SEIZE IT. AND CAPTURE IT. AND PREY UPON YOUR MOMENT OF WEAKNESS TO ENSURE THAT IT IS YOUR LAST." There was a possessiveness t'the way he cradled you in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on ewe fer even a moment... ( αβκβα) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh... ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < "...Now, FEDRIK. You can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the SHEPHURTS. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any SHEPHURTLER. Gentler hands should stir these waters." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's leg wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of royal-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer head. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. ( αβκβα) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath... (ααΰ² κΰ² α)Β€=[]:::::> "ARE YOU SAYING I PROVIDE SUBPAR CARE TO Y/C??? I RESENT THAT IMPLICATION. I COULD BE...GENTLER WITH THIS...WEAVING RIVER." ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); < CHROHM laughed. "You could stand to be. Yes." Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o princely brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a GREAT FRIGHT'S crotch as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'sweat-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder...CHROHM's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. FERDIK goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride... (ααΰ² κΰ² α)Β€=[]:::::> "WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT...WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID ABOUT CHANGING INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE? BY HAND? A GREAT FRIGHT OF THE SHEPHURTS WHO CANNOT HANDLE EVEN THIS IS HARDLY WORTH HIS BRINE FLAKES!!! BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT A VIOLET SO INDELICATELY PAMPERED TO UNDERSTAND THAT." 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'FEDRIK or t'CHROHM...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o hatred wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P2/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #FEDRIKxREADER #QUADMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles
γADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique γ γ πππππππ πππππππ: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) γ CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // NSFW // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER βοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎββοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβοΎ.*ο½₯qοΎβ ( αβκβα) < #TheWholeGuild ... #FullParty ... #NotEnoughInventorySpace ... #NSFW ...annnnd... #YouAreOverencumbered!!! (;αβκβα) <> It started with a light bit of noggin pettin'. Y/C was used to it by now. How couldn't ewe be? Ain't nothin' outta the ordinary fer YLISSE'S FAIR HALIDOM HEAD CHROHM t'get a bit handsy when workin' ya through yer problems...'specially after a battle. ( αβκβα) < Y/C wishes they could stop bein' difficult. But it just ain't that simple. The familiarity with which those fine finessin' fingers reached across the empty air...drawn back at th'last moment...it kills Y/C inside. ( αβΎΜκ βΎΜα); <> "I wish you would just...tell us all what you're thinking," CHROHM began, "we swore to stand by eachother, remember? All of us. That's what being a part of the SHEPHURTS means. That's what we mean. You may be able to pick and choose your skirmishes on the field. Withhold your reasoning. But here? Where trust is supposed to be found, where TROLLS forge their bonds in the very peace we fight and bleed over? All answers must show themselves, or we die blind and alone." (;;αβκβα) <3 CHROHM's fins drooped. Y/C caressed 'em in yer hand, thumbin' the corner 'o his mouth, largely outta obligation. Y/C can't explain why yer like this. The paranoia rises to a fever pitch as Y/C hears the approach 'o frondfalls. Enemy units, no doubt. A spear peels open yer tent flap...and a sympathetic hand eases on yer shoulder...then another at yer underbelly...before long...yer flanked on all sides!!! FEDRIK! LISSIA! Even SUHLLY... ( αβκβα); <> <> <> <> "Y/C has been feeling down, SHEPHURTS. Probably all that armor. Can you imagine trying to lug a world of problems around on your shoulder with that dead weight? I say...we see to it Y/C is changed into something a bit more comfortable...by hand." (P1/??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting
( αβκβα) < Happy #NORMALDAY to ewe all!!! Hope it finds ya well βn hunky doryβ¦and NOT turned into a commercialized plushie βo your luscious locks Lusus!!!! Baaaahahaha! https://i.imgur.com/B7IngY7.png
( αβκβα); < Hmgmgmmgmg...!!!! ( αβα£βα); < JUST LEARNED 'BOUT HUMAN PERIODS!!!! AND I AIN'T TALKIN' BOUT TH'TYPE THAT END BEAUTIFUL QUEEN'S SENTENCE STRUCTURES NONE!!! I'M FIT T'BE TIED! ( π’αOκOα) < Give 'em t'me!!! I can take it!!!!!! Ain't none a y'all guys, gals, fellahs, 'n pals deserve that kinda sufferin'!!!! All at once...give me your energy!!!! I'll be OK, you go on ahead!!!!! Live your dreams!!!!
( αβκβα); < Everyone fixin' to deserves t'be fixed! ( αβκβα) < YES! Even YOU! The person readin' this! ( αβκβα) < Happiness ought t'be in EVERYONE'S daggum inventory! Marked on every character sheet! No matter the quest it takes t'find it! The journey will getcha there, even if ya don't find quite what yer hopin' for!
( αβκβα) < BAAAAAH shucks~!!! Ya buncha sweetpumpers are makinβ me clutch mine! Ya canβt keep beinβ so nice about my mewlinβ little meanderinβ musings! Jus ainβt fair tβfolks with cooler stuff tβsay!
( αβκβα) < Not too sure what a "FENT LEAN" is...that's not no status condition spelled out all too clearly in the 5SCREE SRD! ( αβ α¨β α) < But I got big, burly, shoulders! Real strong-like, that ain't yieldin' to no buckin', no himmin', no hawin'! I could haul a spleenfowl up a hobbled hill faster 'an its ungodly yelps could splinter glass at the tippy top! ( αβκβα) < So y'all can always "FENT LEAN" on me...and I'll be right happy to hook my arms 'bout ewer fleshy underbellies, 'n giddy on up wherever ewe're fixin' t'go, y'feel? Just say the word! Or don't! I don't mind unmarked sidequests.
https://i.imgur.com/lhS4KhR.png π²βπβπ»ππΈπ ππππ ππΈππππΈπππβπ, πΈπ»ππΌβππΌββπβπ! π² ( αβκβα) < My name is GYGAAX BHILDR! And I will be your guide on your quest. - I am a level 11 CHAOTIC GOOD OLIVEBLOODED CLERIC with PROFICIENCY in the following skills and/or abilities: Performance, Laughcrobatics, Medisassination, Denature, Insight, Constitution Saving Throws, Wisdom Saving Throws, "Palling Around", Clinical Psychology, FLARP, and Roleplay! βοΈπ‘οΈπππππβπΎ π½πβ πΈ βπΈβππ? πΉ π‘οΈ Be it of one, or two, or three, or more!!! I'm able to handle come one, come all! - Interpersonal quadrant resolution sparring! - Duels "TO THE DEATH" of your insecurities! - And much, much more! Inquire today, and don't be shy! I'm always one of many an outwardly lookin' eye!

























