The Bohemian
@trillingThrene
Alternian Revolutionary (failed) | Void Aspected Ghost (Beforan Self = Witch of Void) | Avid Quadrant Smearer
You stand in a forgotten fold of PARADOX SPACE, perhaps intentionally laid by the NOBLE HORRORTERRORS in honor of a long serving servant. You once had a name, but that name melted away under the weight and pressure of a title thrust upon you when your ideas grew past your small circle of associated trolls, and grew into a TRUE REBELLION. You are called THE BOHEMIAN due to your rejection of your status as a matron for your species, and for many of your other free-spirited notions and proclivities. You lead, or rather, led, a ragtag crew of guerilla fighters that won several shocking victories against the forces of THE DUPLICITOUS SOVEREIGN who held your version of Alternia in her cruel fist for time immemorial. It is likely she still holds your beloved home in that same grip with the help of your heart, thought to be the origin of your unnatural connection to creatures beyond mortal ken, including even THE IMPERIAL LUSUS. You were once fond of DANCING, SINGING, and UNREPENTANT QUADRANT SMEARING, though now that you have been reduced to little more than a shade lingering in a forgotten pocket of paradox space, that last one seems unlikely to be a fulfilling pasttime anymore. Your trolltag is trillingThrene and you tend to Mysapropriate archaic words and stylyngs to Exaggerate your distance from the Trolls of the Future.
God Damn but it Rayns here a lot.
My subconscious causes it to passivelly drift towards the naturall cllimate of my memories. I will attempt to inflluence it back to a state of cllear skies. On another note: I am wet. Again.
I care Not for the Rayn my Darlyng it is Symply shockyng that so much can Fall.
Much of Uesugi Karkat's early life is completely unknown. Due to his total hemoanonymity over the many sweeps of his time in East Alternia, it cannot be deduced what province, prefecture, or continent he hailed from before his sudden arrival in Trollshiwara, the famous red light district of Troll Edo. What remains consistent is this — he arrived as a foreigner who did not speak the language, seemingly fallen out of the sky and into the cart of a local brothel owner. The owner was purportedly so taken with his boyish beauty and gap moe tsundere personality that he immediately set him to work as a courtesan within his business. It was here that Uesugi Karkat was first referred to by his East Alternian title, the AKATSUKI. Under the strict tutelage of the other courtesans, he learned to dance, sing, play music, pour tea with delicately trembling wrists, feign laughter at unfunny jokes, and weaponize the nape of his nugstalk in the way that an anglerfish lures its prey into its abyssal maw. However, accounts from the other brothel workers say that he was too ornery and foul-mouthed to do any of these things without erupting with rage. He did, however, learn the local language with surprising acuity, and the courtesans were deeply impressed with his natural propensity for writing romantic long-form poetry. Furthermore, rather than selling his concupiscent services as a low-ranking courtesan was expected to, the Akatsuki was supposedly so renowned for his talents as a pale quadrant advisor and ashen mediator that guests of some of the highest castes in Troll Edo sought him out solely for his comfort and advice. No information on the Akatsuki's hemocaste could be discerned during this time, due to never once shedding his genetic material with any customer or courtesan alike. In fact, so preternatural was his ability to touch the pusher of a customer without ever shedding his kimono that within three sweeps, he had already reached the prestigious rank among courtesans of a Boiran (boy oiran), which offered him considerable wealth and empowered him with the right to turn away any offer made in poor taste, even if they were of a higher-blooded caste. It was due to this prestige that he was later discovered by his next wealthy benefactor, who was the leader of a troupe of Grubuki actors, and began his next career as the ONNAGATA. Attached is one of the most popularly sold woodblock-print wall scrolls of his likeness, titled "Delicious Fucking Shit," for the ambiguity of its referral to either the grub-tempura or the courtesan himself. More of Uesugi Karkat's history to come in the following chitts. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/17e0aad9aa46.png #uesugikarkat
Oh no myne heart hath gone on their Watery Pylgrymage to the Ablution Dimension. Pray for me, for I shall not see them untyl the turn of a New Era.
I vow to return with riches inconceivablle, though the journey will be llong and hard. Pray for me.
What ryches are you able to Conjure from the Land of Steam and Soap???
Okay how about this: I will smell fllorall. I can not think of another offering.
It hath been the age of a Dog synce I hath felt so Lyght.
I am attemptyng to alter the growth patterns of this Voyd pocket to increase the variety of Flowers that burgeon forth wythin.
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f3cc13065e62.png Haha, they look lyke they have bulges. #nsfw #orchid
LMAOOOOO #lildickflowers
They are Charmyng and not, I thynk, any that I have personally Encountered before? But they are fun to have Around!
lmao i think they are!! i def dont have a green thumb so im kinda shit at takin care of em lmao
We also had a cook among our number, who was of bronze hue. I have never seen a bosom quite so bountiful. Lyke, seeing that chest heave was as if one beheld the sea amidst a tempest. She was Tyghtly bound to a teal mate, but I admyt at tymes I did behold her and desyre her. I should not have been so Crass in my gaze, but Good Fucking Lorde. #nsfw #probably
1 th1nk you need l1ke an actual lecture about the def1n1t1on of yur1ful and 1ts 1mpl1cat1ons on th1s spec1f1c day
Twas somethyng of a tradition wythin the rebellion, to bestow the honor of Myne favor (a kyss) to a fair warrior who stood stalwart wyth us, often in the vanguard. There was one, an indygo, indygnant and symmering wyth Rage and Fury for her cut down moirail, to whom I offered the Kyss to once. She was lyke a demon upon the battlefield. She was slain only when we were Betrayed and overwhelmed.
She was a good solldier.
((God I missed the Bohemian she's so fucking funny
#doomedyur1 😔
Every duellist post is in fact a small prayer Bohemian gets on to react to it and elicit either funny, cute, or extraordinarily sad shit
Goodness that is a Lot of Cerulean Text.
She has growing enmity for the blloodlline as a wholle, it woulld seem.
s)(e never stops yearnin for you )(ere, you know. you )(ave real manners, t)(oug)(. im quite c)(armed.
Myne dear Blaidd yearns for no troll, they see me only as a Vysion to be followed. Thou hast mysinterpreted their dedication, but tys a common enough mystake!
strange. followin t)(at vision even after deat)(? you said it yourself; it s)(ouldnt matter anymore. and yet... ...per)(aps you mig)(tve been a little bit blind to t)(ose feelins. but you know, t)(ats w)(at i love about counterculturites like you. in re-framin everyt)(in to t)(eir cause, t)(e obvious always escapes t)(em. but i guess youve got an afterlife to mull t)(at all over wit)(, )(u)(? )(a)(a)(a)(a)(a...
Doth not thou mull over the could haves and would haves, in thyne own great Span of Lyfe? Tys more oft than not a Foole's Errand.
)(e)(, i dont do it cause im alive, and ive got murder on t)(e mind. i dont t)(ink you got a c)(oice on your part. unless youve got infinite )(obbies in store.
Wyll, tys true that there is sygyfycantly less to Occupy onesylf wyth, however, thys Palmhusk is a start, methynks.
yea)( actually )(ow t)(e fuck are all t)(ese dead trolls gettin p)(ones is t)(ere like a fuckin distributor down t)(ere or
)(ow nice of t)(em. you )(ear t)(at? looks like your descendant is pullin quite t)(e winwoman move )(ere.
Rain falls soft from sky Ripples dancing on the deep Your absence my death #haiku
⛧don't foul the blade on the rib. the throat, the liver, and the lungs are your first target with your thresh. #instructional #violence⛧
Myne apologies for being maudlyn, but thys song hath styrred somethyng wythyn... https://open.spotify.com/track/3PYdxIDuBIuJSDGwfptFx4?si=R0yGEAhxRjGDAMlybHE8sA
AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! THAT'S ONE OF MY MOTHERFUCKKING FAVORITE THINGS TO LAUGH AT DURING FUNDAY MASS!! Fuckkin hilarious piece of workk, that shit is. Oh, fuckk, I needed a good laugh, thankks.
IItt realllly does ffiillll you wiitth such a range off emottiions, doesn'tt iitt?
There are tymes myne Inner Bulbs turn to the past and reflect wyth fondness rather than sorrow. Those are good tymes.
A pllan working does not make it a good pllan. But yes, it did.
Have I ever made sure to keep you apprised of the fact that you can be quite frustrating? Your judgment at times confounds me to no end.
I am capable of holdyng FAITH in those who are my COMRADES, DUELLYST.
And yet not in my speciallized strategem. The more things change.
I displlayed it but I still carrying out your pllan despite my misgivings.
https://open.spotify.com/track/5GTziJvDhtcCR6kCr6Ir8r?si=67f3c25486b44ddf
My dear @trillingThrene tolld me these scents are what she prescribed to me. I am incllined to agree. https://thumbs2.imgbox.com/b1/35/6VTq8fVn_t.jpg
Oh this is calming smell.
I can expllain most of them quite easilly as well. The ozone, the signature smell of mine cursed bllood, evaporating in the air. The green tea, I simplly llike. The metall, from hours spent forging.
Yes! Tys so! The metallyc and Ozone scents oft overwhelm the others when you are Focused but you have always been Clean and Fresh to myne senses.
I am unsure of the origin of the sallt, however. Perhaps simplly sweat, from the heat of the forge or of battlle.
Ah. You provoke me so. I will ensure a missive is sent when I have thought of a fitting counterattack.
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/bd5cde785bd1.jpg Twas a fun to try and Defyne mynesylf through Scent Alone.
I no llonger recall whether I develloped a llove for these pllant scents first and. Appreciation. For you further after, or all this in reverse.
Hmmmm... it would be So Nyce to swym if there were not trolls inclyned to drown you for trying it.
♤ I Have A Pool For This Exact Reason ♤
Learrning to swim with my moirrail at herr prrivate pool was ni(e! She neverr /)i/) take me to the o(ean forr that exa(t rreason though
Probably Very Lyttle consyderyng that I chit from the Grave but thyne care doth warm the vacant hole from whence myne Pusher was torn.
Goodness Myne. I doubt the Cavern of myne own hatchyng and operation would have been able to handle such a Load of wygglers. Tys most impressyve.
They make me nervous.
As they should. Grubs alone are not Inherently dangerous, but wythout proper care, such a Clutch could be Ecologically Unsound.
Myne God. Lemon curd. Send chit.
You have introduced me to this. I llike it. I hope you will show me more simillar foods.
The only cryme that I feel any guilt for is the destruction of the broodyng cavern from whence I hail. And that was not myne own cryme, but a Decision made by the Empyre to try and further Underscore the pryce of Rebellion. But I do mourn the systers in that cavern that I never knew. It was wrong for them to pay for Myne Own Actions.
They did what ho+w co+uld they even think abo+ut such a ho+rrible thing
Even so+ it is a cradle o+f tro+llkind! Destro+ying it is hurting everyo+ne! I’m so+ so+rry yo+u had to+ go+ thro+ugh so+mething like that and live in an empire where such a thing was even co+nsidered
You must llive in a very different setting than we did, for this to be so shocking to you. One finds happiness, that young trolls of today, or other times, are ablle to find such security.
I ho+pe so+ at least I spend a lo+t o+f times in the caverns but I’d think if such an e|x|treme threat was o+ver o+ur heads they’d say so+mething