Your name is ANIKAH CIKUTO, although you are more commonly known as BUCKET CUMJAR. You are a RUSTBLOOD, according to every official document in your possession. The LIME BLOOD occasionally leaking from the seams of your CRANIAL PLATE suggests otherwise. Your supervisor insists it is RUSTBLOOD. You are employed by THE FELT, although EMPLOYED is a generous description of your circumstances. Your official designation is UTILITY, PROVISIONAL, NON-VOTING, and NONESSENTIAL. You have no particular job description beyond doing WHATEVER THE BOSS LADY SAYS. The Boss Lady in question is DAMARA MEGIDO, a woman whose preferred methods of employee management include HUMILIATION, MEDICULLER INTERVENTION, and whatever else she feels like doing to you that evening. You have a very complicated relationship with her. You will not be elaborating. You will almost certainly elaborate. You are an EXCEPTIONALLY COMPETENT CLEANER, a decent COOK, and an accomplished LOCKPICK. You previously operated something called a MURDERHIVE, which is exactly what it sounds like. Unfortunately, it exploded. You occasionally consider returning to that line of work, particularly when your current employers become insufferable. Unfortunately, quitting comes with certain CONSEQUENCES, and you have already undergone enough LOBOTOMIES to pacify a large civilization. Your preferred implement is a THIMBLE, which allows you to manipulate impossibly fine THREADS underlying physical and metaphysical structures. Your TIME-ADJACENT ABILITY allows you to sever the connection between a person's SOUL and a particular CONCEPT. This is substantially more horrifying than it sounds, which is impressive, because it already sounds fairly horrifying. You also own an enormous SPOOL OF STRING. Do not ask why. Your interests include CRUDE HUMOR, INAPPROPRIATE FLIRTATION, SWAMPS, LOCKPICKING, and making the most profoundly tasteless jokes imaginable about your own circumstances. You proudly identify as the ONLY BUTCH IN THE FELT. You have also spent an unfortunate amount of your online career convincing people that you are NOT A SENTIENT BUCKET. Your legal designation as BUCKET CUMJAR has made this endeavor considerably more difficult. Occasionally, you experience strange memories of a life before the Felt. A LUSUS. FRIENDS. A different name. A different BLOOD COLOR. You have vague recollections of being somebody who was not quite so accommodating, not quite so obedient, and certainly not so EASY TO CORRECT. These memories tend to cause considerable CRANIAL DISCOMFORT, so you generally avoid entertaining them. Fortunately, your surgically altered pan has developed the remarkably convenient ability to supply ACCEPTABLE EXPLANATIONS whenever you encounter something upsetting. You are not being imprisoned. You are being HOUSED. You are not being mutilated. You are being IMPROVED. You are not somebody's property. You are a VALUABLE ASSET. You are perfectly happy with this arrangement. Which, is not your usual answer to the question of your happiness. Your name is ANIKAH CIKUTO. You are a RUSTBLOOD. You are USEFUL. And you really ought to clean up all that LIME BLOOD before somebody notices. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b8e6856f9508.png @Sartorially on Tumblr https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7b9280f2bb82.png @Sartorially on Tumblr https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/858d3b90eda3.png @Sartorially on Tumblr https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/78f0dc4ef3e9.png @Sartorially on Tumblr https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/0f594fe944bf.png @deathlessDeadwood https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7e0978c0742e.jpg @deathlessDeadwood https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ce6f2ae5403f.png @colonelSassacre ACCOUNT CONTENT WARNINGS: #NSFW #GORE #HORROR #MEDICAL-HORROR #NSFWE #ABUSE #TIME #METAPHYSICS #PATAPHYSICS #GENOCIDE
