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h♤s ♤nyone seen th♤t reprob♤te post recently, or h♤s he truly gone to ground? i miss seeing th♤t filth on the timeline, m♤king my pusher ♤che with how p♤thetic it is. #fond
@iatrogenicinterest " Schemers ". #larkdoodles https://i.ibb.co/kpx75vgt/illustration-20260930.png
i've discovered some interesting things reg♤rding the ♤ss♤ssin♤tion of my superior officer in the courier♤dic♤tor corps. i w♤s initi♤lly reluct♤nt to disclose these findings on ♤ public forum, cert♤in encounters of l♤te h♤ve m♤de me re♤lize th♤t reluct♤nce to t♤ke ♤ction will never end well. ♤ll the better to t♤ke ♤ction in ♤ m♤nner i ♤lone c♤n tr♤ck the logic of. for those who ♤re not ♤w♤re, the courier♤dic♤tor corps w♤s initi♤lly dedic♤ted entirely to the delivery of supplies, missives, ♤nd the person♤l correspondence of higher c♤ste offici♤ls during the e♤rly ye♤rs of conquest, likely under the reign of the empress dominit♤. our first offici♤l he♤dqu♤rters w♤s in c♤strum peregrine on the c♤lie♤n ♤toll, with the intention th♤t such ♤ loc♤tion would provide speedy service to the ♤dmir♤lty of the imperi♤l court while being within ♤ d♤y’s tr♤vel to the first ♤lterni♤n m♤inl♤nd. in those d♤ys, we oper♤ted mostly ♤s t♤x collectors, gr♤in deliverers, ♤nd messengers. ♤s most br♤nches of the ♤lterni♤n milit♤ry, the courier♤dic♤tors morphed over time. t♤x collection ♤nd missives were ♤lre♤dy ♤ h♤lf-step ♤w♤y from espion♤ge, ♤nd ♤s it turns out, to be even ♤ h♤lfw♤y worthwhile courier, you need to h♤ve the c♤p♤city to lie, to che♤t, to ste♤l ♤nd to even kill to ensure your delivery is m♤de. the tr♤ining simply m♤de my predecessors more c♤p♤ble th♤n their own predecessors, ♤nd sever♤l successful successions ♤nd coups c♤n be tr♤ced to the use of courier♤dic♤tors ♤nd their t♤lents to either erode trust in ♤n undesired heiress c♤ndid♤te, or to inspire f♤ith in ♤nother vi♤ injections of food, lowered t♤x♤tion, or well pl♤ced rumors. i will neither confirm nor deny th♤t our r♤nks were used for ♤ss♤ssin♤tions, out of reverence for popul♤r myth ♤nd ♤ desire to keep ♤t le♤st some ♤spects of our historic♤l record ♤ mystery. ♤ll this, of course, m♤kes it quite cle♤r (i should hope, ♤t le♤st) th♤t the courier♤dic♤tor is no str♤nger to intrigue or subterfuge. there ♤re records of entire b♤tt♤lions going d♤rk, ♤nd the f♤ct my pl♤toon h♤s not been er♤dic♤ted points to ♤ very me♤sured prong from on high guiding the strike th♤t took down our comm♤nding officer. either there w♤s no proof th♤t the rest of us sh♤red in her crime, or no proof ♤t ♤ll th♤t she herself w♤s guilty of the crime she w♤s ch♤rged with, ♤nd summ♤rily executed for. i ♤m inclined to believe the l♤tter, for she w♤s not ♤ p♤rticul♤rly c♤p♤ble li♤r, ♤nd thus h♤d been removed from ground oper♤tions for sweeps prior to this… ch♤rge. surely by this point, you’ve grown tired of my d♤ncing ♤round st♤ting the ♤ctu♤l ch♤rge. i ♤dmire your fortitude, getting to this point without writing ♤ t♤ntrum in the comments of this chit. sometimes ♤ girl just needs ♤ ch♤nce to w♤x ♤ bit poetic when it comes to the murder th♤t h♤s been consuming wipes of her w♤king life, reg♤rdless of how much ♤nyone else gives ♤ d♤mn ♤bout it. before i go on to tell you, i’d like to t♤ke ♤ moment to give ♤ little insight into the type of person lyseez keddie w♤s. she w♤s ♤n ornery olive with ♤ bone to pick with just ♤bout everyone. she should h♤ve ♤lw♤ys st♤yed ♤ serge♤nt, bec♤use she w♤s built like one, ♤nd h♤d the ♤ttitude ♤nd r♤ncor to re♤lly m♤ke sure people could follow orders, while being completely inc♤p♤ble of forming re♤l cohesion ♤nd unity within her troops without h♤ving others bene♤th her to smooth ruffled fe♤thers ♤nd ensure we ♤ll survived ♤ny sh♤red routes. she m♤de tortill♤s by prong. she could m♤ke you feel like you weren’t worth the mud c♤ked on her boots. she would never let you f♤ll without ♤t le♤st trying to c♤tch you by the scruff of your neck. she w♤s ♤ wild ♤nim♤l with ♤ he♤rt of gold, ♤nd ♤ll the f♤ilings th♤t ent♤iled. ♤nd she w♤s ch♤rged with high tre♤son for h♤rboring ♤ mut♤nt. but, de♤r re♤der, you ♤re, more likely th♤n not (with the demogr♤phics of this mostly ♤lterni♤n soci♤l medi♤ site t♤ken into ♤ccount) ♤w♤re of the scrutiny, the inf♤my, the medi♤ circus such ♤ crime would bring to ♤ milit♤ry troll. the tri♤l of the century, ♤t the very le♤st, but inste♤d lyseez keddie w♤s found burned ♤nd b♤ttered in ♤ puddle of her dr♤b blood, not ♤t home, but ♤t the pl♤ce of her work. i ♤dmit, it did fool me, for ♤ time. but the doubts h♤ve been creeping in for wipes, perh♤ps even longer, different ♤spects st♤ring me in the g♤nderbulb ♤nd w♤iting for me to stop being told wh♤t to see. i h♤d never re♤lly ♤ppreci♤ted how c♤nny th♤t old c♤t could m♤n♤ge to be, h♤d ♤lw♤ys been fooled by the veneer of bumpkinhood she wr♤pped herself in. the body double w♤s impressive, ♤nd i don’t doubt th♤t she left the scene of the st♤ged ♤ss♤ssin♤tion with outside ♤ssist♤nce, for testing proved the blood left behind w♤s very much her own. but she did le♤ve the scene. ♤nd she’s been to ground for quite some time now, perh♤ps with the selfs♤me mut♤nt th♤t she h♤d been hiding, presum♤bly in pl♤in sight. i ♤m no str♤nger to the procl♤m♤tions of ♤nti-imperi♤l sentiment on this site, ♤nd i wish to ♤ssure you, de♤r re♤der, th♤t this is not intended to be one of them. i ♤m, ♤t my core, ♤ very selfish troll. i don’t p♤rticul♤rly give ♤ d♤mn ♤bout the plight of the lowblood, for i h♤ve never felt ♤s though i h♤ve endured undue h♤rdship. the mut♤nt in the c♤se of keddie me♤ns nothing to me, ♤nd i im♤gine they would likely be ple♤sed to he♤r th♤t, for their entire existence must surely be c♤ught up in wh♤t it me♤ns to be, r♤ther th♤n the simple ple♤sures of being ♤live. i ♤m ♤w♤re of the f♤ct th♤t my ♤ncestor w♤s supposedly executed for her p♤rt in imperi♤l exp♤nsion. i truly don’t c♤re. i’m neither p♤triot nor dissident. i ♤m merely ♤ troll with her nose to the scent of ♤n unr♤veling mystery. ♤nd unr♤vel it i sh♤ll. #courier♤dic♤tor #mut♤ntblood #cw-♤nti-imperi♤l #cw-pro-imperi♤l
‼️🆘🚨🤙🙂↕️📱📲 calling all bEsTIES 📲📱🙂↕️🤙🚨🆘‼️ 😂😆😜👐 so my MIDdle manager saw fit to start downsizing some positions here at THE FELT #FELT...and that included ✨my own✨, i drew the shortstick, #mystick #mytwig #handmedownhandmaidstick #OK #OKOK 👐😱🫢😬 🤏 basically? im very small and i have NO ACCESS to my money 👎👎 👌💻👌 so you can imagine the stress im under 👍🚀👍 🙌👏🤝🫰 im not allowed to say anything mean to @handMaid (AND I WONT)🫰🙌👏🤝 💵☝️☝️ but if a few brave, pinged, tagged, or reading this now souls don't mind giving her a piece of my mind...that would be well within the terms of my contract and acceptable use policy!!!! sorrytocuthtisshortbestiesbutivegotlimitedscreentime 💅💄💅 #Chairministrangling#OneSec#IgottaTagIt#HOLDON#HOLD#DIAMONDHANDS #GOLDBLRIND #HANDSOFF #MYHANDS #GRgRGRHGRH #ATLEASTLETMETAGIT #MICROPHILIA #ORSOMETHING #MACROPHILIA #GAINS #LETMEGETTHEFREAKMARKET #PLEASE #STOP #SQUISHING #MY #NICHE #APPEAL #DAMARA #FUCK #TheseAreMYFRIENDS #ISTILLHAVESCREENTIME #YOUSk ANK #S CREWGOYOUOWWOWWwOWOWOWOWOW 🟢 CHARMSisONLINᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱ
IN A WORD. BITCHMADE. #LAIRSANDLuSII #COMPANYRETREAT #TEAMBuILDING #MANDATORYFuN #TuMuTOuSENCOuNTERS #DuNGEONSANDDRAGGEDON #VIOLENCE #MuRDERS #FORESHADOWING @woeGothic "...FATHER?" CALLIE ASKS. NO. HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT HIM. HIS FATHER. HIS TRuE FATHER. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ROuNDABOuT BuTTFuCKERY THAT IS TROLL LINEAGE. IS NOT THE ONE WHO SHARES HIS BLOOD AND HANDSOME LIKENESS. BuT A BIG FuCKMASSIVE SWEATY WIG WEARING BIG BAD MONSTER. WHO EATS MOTHERFuCKERS TO DISPENSE JuSTICE DuTIFuLLY. AND WITHOuT BIAS TOWARDS ANY ONE PARTICuLAR CRIMINAL FLAVOR PROFILE. IT IS WHAT MAKES HIM. AND THuS CONSEQuENTLY HIS SON. SHuDDER. THE SIGHT OF ANOTHER. A DEAD. DANGLING. MuRDERED HATCHMATE. BRuTALLY CRuSHED AND KEPT AS A COMMEMORATIVE KEEPSAKE. WOW. THIS AWESOME SIGHT. EXCuSE ME. A LITTLE CHOKED uP. THIS AWESOME FuCKING SIGHT. IS ENOuGH TO GIVE CALLIE INSPIRATION. IT *SHOuLD* BE. WITH YOuR PERMISSION. I AM JuST GOING TO ADD THAT TO HIS INVENTORY. FOR uSE LATER. MARKED OFF. RIGHT HERE. IN PERMANENT INK. IN CASE YOu FORGET YOuR INTENTIONS TO GIVE ME PERMISSION. WHEN LATER CHANNELING THIS GLORIOuS SIGHT. "NO. YOu ARE NOT MY FATHER. OR MY ANCESTOR FOR THAT MATTER. THERE COuLD ONLY BE ONE. THERE COuLD ONLY EVER BE ONE. THIS SuCCESSFuL. THIS. DECORATED. THIS. uNDAuNTED BY ONE'S OWN SuCCESS. I AM NOT SCARED OF YOu. BECAuSE YOu. LIKE ME. ARE NOT SCARED OF YOu EITHER. WHICH MAKES YOu uNAFRAID OF ME. OR AS IT IS SAID IN SPANISH. uNA FRAID. THEIR WORD. FOR COWARD. SHOW YOuRSELF. PROVE YOu ARE NOW COWARD. PROVE. LIKE THE RYAN GOSLING OF THE COSMOS. YOu ARE. IN FACT." CALLIE BHORNE SuCKS AIR IN THROuGH HIS NOSTRILS. THEN THROuGH ALL THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS FANGS. THEN ALONG HIS BELLOWSACS IN A CALAMITOuS LOW GROANING GROWL. THEN INTO THE AIR. IN A VAST EXPLETIVE. SO WIDE REACHING AND COOL. THE ENTIRE TROLLIAN RACE FORGOT ABOuT THE OTHER ONE. LIKE. SuFFERER WHO. SIGNLESS WHO. FuCK IS THAT GuY. REALLY. ACTuALLY. KIND OF A LOSER. IF YOu THINK ABOuT IT. I MEAN. WHAT DID HE ACCOMPLISH. WHAT EMOTIONAL STRuGGLE DID HE FACE. RELATIVE TO CALLIE BHORNE. CHAMPION OF FREEDOM. AND LOVE. AND. OKAY. WE WILL GET TO ALL THOSE PARTS. FOR NOW. CALLIE WEEPS. HE LAYS WITH HIS KNEES DuG SO HARD INTO THE GROuND. THAT IT SPLINTERS. THE GROuND. NOT THE KNEES. I AM NOT GOING TO LAIM AND PARALYZE MY CHARACTER THIS SOON. HE SAYS. WITH HIS WHOLE GODDAMN CHEST. " █████ █████ ███████████ ██████████ ███████████ ░░███ ░░███ ░█░░░███░░░█░░███░░░░░█░░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░██████ ░██████████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ ░███ ░███ ███████████ █████ █████ ██████████ █████ █████ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ █████████ █████ █████ █████ █████ ███░░░░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ ░███████████ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ █ ░███ █ ░███ █████ █████ ███████████ ███████████ █████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ███████████ █████ █████ █████████ ░░███░░░░░░█░░███ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ █████ ░░████████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ █████ ████ █████ ██████ █████ █████████ ░░███ ███░ ░░███ ░░██████ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ ███ ░███ ░███░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███░░███░███ ░███ ░███░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░██████ ░███ █████ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░░███ ░░███ █████ ░░████ █████ █████ ░░█████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ ██████ ██████ ██████████ ░░██████ ██████ ░░███░░░░░█ ░███░█████░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███░░███ ░███ ░██████ ░███ ░░░ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ █████ █████ ██████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ " WHICH IS JuST. LITERALLY FuCKING ME. IN A VIOLENTLY LOuD CONQuEROR ACCENT. BECAuSE IT IS HIM. HE IS HIM. HE IS THAT GuY.
THE TIME PARADOX HAS BEEN SOLVED, THANK YOU TO THOSE SOULS DISPLACED. WE HOPE YOU MADE IT HOME SAFE. #OUTGLUTMASQUERADE.
all of you b1tchbeasts and nooksuckers W1SH you had my ass on tap #th1rstpost1ng #suggest1ve ((art by sarcasmprod1gy!
Hello everyone. II have a fun little poll for us all. Is @naughtyTechnician a pretty boy, or a handsome boy? ♥️♦️ = Pretty. ♠️♣️ = Handsome.
#WORKPLACE #TEAMBUILDING #GIRLSNIGHT WAS A MOVIE. BANNED IN MULTIPLE TERRITORIES. @woeGothic @terribleFate
>([w#en i see dat butt] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/38b094f01eac.png]
Read Carefully, Vindication is sweet. But first, where recognition is due, I must honor the fact that indeed you were every bit as aggressive and unyielding as your public posturing promised. You came with a devastating breathless heat of your own, grinding against my blade with a force that demanded all that I had to give. You tested my footing, you had me at the disadvantage once or twice, as it must happen though, when two demanding forces collide, one must ultimately find himself pinned. For all that talk of oiled and thorough entry, you were quite breathless in the time it took me to disarm that bravado once engaged in the flesh. With witnesses and at the agreed upon time, you folded under my weight. The friction was indeed rigorous, but the focus of my assault was all too consuming for your stamina. It was exquisite, watching you melt into a breathless slick of submission. The sweat of our shared exertion pooled between us on the floor, mixing with the heavy and sharp aftermath as you buckled, immaculate uniform painted in your hue. A glistening testament to the exhaustive performance. You took the entirety of my blade, stomached it fully, but in the end you found yourself spent and undone beneath my gaze. Our differences, in this matter, have been firmly put to rest. Wash away the grime of your labor and rest well. And, please, think long and hard about whether or not you will ask after a rematch. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
alright. wvriska vwon. sorry damz. i wvas rooting for you, i really wvas. novw. her imperious condescension vwersus rose lalonde. iwve got something real special for you all. took some bartering, some vwheeling and dealing, thats vwhy it took me a sec to get back to this. lemme start wvith the rose propaganda. beautiful blonde, knowvs howv to banter, perfect bod, perfect face, can do some spooky eldritch stuff if thats vwhat youre into. shes incredible. i dont wvanna undersell her here. but... i got a vwintage from my man @caligulaascendit. this is *art*. nowv, to share the scan, he said he vwanted to do the propaganda for her, so here you go. #nsfwv. #nsfc too, but not the c youre thinking of. "its ya boy eridan ampora here vwith a guest rewvievw on alternias biggest caked up baddie our leadin broad in the beam for #cronusbabeoff hovwre all likin my vwintage hic edition penthouse by the wvay pretty groowvy huh cost me a pretty caegar but it wvas totally wvorth it an yknowv its the real deal too cause its got her signature shade a coral pink semi gloss #2 stamped across the covwer wvhen im feelin advwenturous i take my condy penthivwe out a her plastic slip an ewver so gently stroke her lipstick mark vwith a quivwerin finger wvith my other flipper placed firmly against my crotch anyvway im afraid the competition has been crushed by the empresss unholy cake grinder the rest a you booty impaired ladies can go hivwe novw" yeah. yowvza. #cwv-cakesitting. <3 or <> for condy. <3< or c3< for rosie.
im calling it, i dont really care. condy wvins, lamplady doesnt movwe on. sorry toots, youre hot and all, but i wvant the *real* stars competing here. speaking of... god damn. this one hurts. the final match of round 2 in the #cronusbabeoff is... rose lalonde vws kanaya maryam. this ones gotta sting. most of the rosies and kannys iwve seen around this place are divworced, dunno if ivwe seen ewven one happy couple, but this has still gotta be a vweird one. i wvas a lil spoiled for choice for propaganda, so i wvent a lil softer on this one. still #nsfwv, of course. <3 or <> for kanaya <3< or c3< for rose
wvell its confirmed: the crockercorp pr machine hates rustbloods. someone go cancel janey or something. there vwas a good turn out for aradia, including by the wveird vwhite guy himself, but it just vwasnt enough. jane movwes on! sorry rae rae. up next, the handmaid, the demoness, the scariest bitch on alternia, up against the heiress, the wvitch, the svweetest lil thing on alternia, feferi peixes! this propaganda is also #nsfwv for real. wvote belovw, vwhos hot, wvhos not? #cronusbabeoff <3 or <> for feferi <3< or c3< for the handmaid
hey what’s up guys here like i literally am am making my first like post on apparently the honestly fucking canserous like website, like looks like like u like fuckers will honestly finally literally get the honestly premium content u deserve. make sure literally to hit that bell and follow for like more.
YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST BITCH. WHO FAILED TO MEET HER #WORKPOSTING QUOTA. @TERRIBLEFATE
Quite the sight to vwatch the moons crest the horizon on a wvarm evwening. I lovwe the smell of hardvworking men in the morning. [[Edit by @handMaid]]
『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
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Continuing the history of Uesugi Karkat from his courtesan era: The life of a courtesan had educated the Akatsuki in language, poetry, refinement, and performance before a small audience. The next chapter of his life would prepare him to perform in front of a large one. Chosen for youth, beauty, and the type of androgynous features that can be easily slanted towards femininity with a little cosmetic prestidigitation, the life of an ONNAGATA — a Grubuki actor who plays predominantly feminine roles — afforded the troll who would become Uesugi Karkat tremendous fame, recognition, and inordinate wealth for a commoner of foreign hatching. As a former Boiran, the Onnagata had already learned how to wear the feminine grace of a courtesan like a costume in the theater of the Trollshiwara red light district. It was for this reason that he was scouted to play one of the most prestigious roles in any Grubuki play — the leading female role of Aggaei Makkie in the play "The Florastalk of Troll Edo" — for which the character, a commanding, fiercely loyal, and deeply passionate high-ranking courtesan, spurns a wealthy, but abusive highblood customer to protect her quadmate in one of the most famous monologues of scathing, acerbic, pitch-black venom ever recited in Grubuki theatre — the AKKUTTAI. It was for channeling this performance with such peerless vitriol that Uesugi Karkat became one of the most famous Onnagatas of the Troll Edo period. Naturally, the life of a Grubuki actor means constant pressure. Rehearsal, training, perfection of one's craft. Many onnagata of the time preferred to live their craft vicariously at all times, adopting a female persona through which to hone their "method" in everyday life. This was not the case for Uesugi Karkat, who shed his many-colored persona when off the stage to don nondescript gray robes whenever possible. Yet the constant pressure of life in a Grubuki theatre troupe and his ability to navigate it with grace made him both a leader among his fellow actors and something of a popular figure with the stagehands who he commiserated with in the wings. It was from these stagehands, many of whom were well-versed in the art of securing props with ropes, fastening theatrical rigging, and tying elaborate, functional knots, that the famed Onnagata would learn one final skill from the world of the theatre — one that would lead to his secret life as the NAWASHII. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ee6014bb70e8.png #uesugikarkat
having the biology of a human and a dog makes for the actual worst most needy and exhausting weeks of my life during heat #suggestive #nsfw
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