The Bohemian
@trillingThrene
Alternian Revolutionary | Void Aspected Ghost | 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. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/23835c34d01e.png 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.
I thynk that lyttle Rust Blood did not cause Enough of a Styr actually.
Weapons were not drawn. Allert me when this happens
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Why Are we Pytting Bad Bytches Against one another... we could be Observing their Tender Revelations of Affection.
heh, just you wvait until round 2.
i just needed to get rid of the ones no one cares enough about first.
Thyne Verbiage is Questionable, but I suppose for thy purposes the Tone maketh sense.
You have my attention
Those Beforans who Chyt about battle and war Concern Me
| Fundamentally D|sagree. |f You Bel|eve You Are Not |n Confl|ct, Then You Are S|mply Too Pr|v|leged To Understand Whose Defeat You Are Benef|tt|ng From. As Long As There's Two People, Theres A W|nner And A Loser. Typ|cally The |nv|s|ble War |s Poverty. Th|s |s War Fought By The Lost Weeaboo And The|r |lk, Even |f | Unfortunately Can No Longer Return To Them.
Interesting phillosophy. Though I think I am one of the few to know true combat confllict on Beforus, I can agree with the basics of your ideas, even if they are a bit over-dramaticized.
Fasc|nat|ng. You Ment|on Be|ng |nvolved |n Combat On Beforus So|l, Yet My Resources Can't Qu|te Track You Down Yet. But Thats Not An Unexpected Result Cons|der|ng How Often H|story |s Bur|ed. | W|ll Follow You |n Hopes Of Learn|ng More. Perhaps There W|ll Be A Record | Can Uncover And Potent|ally Outdo.
My llikes come from a significantlly Divergent timelline, so you are unllikelly to find anything. Suffice to say I was something of a notorious, semi belloved terrorist at one time, llater more widelly Lloathed but with greater power and inflluence in the Underworlld. And then I died.
[and then they d1ed. and the culled cont1nued to be culled. 1 wonder how many of your act1ons rema1ned consequent1al, except for the last of course]
Not many, most llikelly. It doesnt matter. Revollution wasn't the goall by then anyway. I simplly wanted to give the worlld what it deserved.
[damn, a p1ty. 1f 1t’s anyth1ng, 1 d1d know of you and the revolut1on. albe1t not much, but 1 d1d. you could say the 1dea rema1ned, 1 suppose]
Verily, twould be Fyne Indeed to vysyt the Shorelyne, but myne pusher styrs yet wyth Trepydation.
If you go, we may allways lleave before anything untoward begins.
Tys true, however I was referring more to the Fear the sea hath always put into me.
Ah, of course. You need not go, but if you do, I will be there. Nothing may harm you
............Why would anyone Place a mug there?
>> Where waડ ¡t :?
I passed through one of Thys Vaste Manors halls, whereyn my Darlyng Blaidd often Dysplays their Handywork and it was balanced Strangely atop a Mounted Blade.
Surely you must assume Of Course that I mean the flat of one. Not So, for thys blade is Mounted so as to point Heavesward. Twas upon the Pointe they set it. For some Inscrutable Reason I suppose.
It was llevell with my arm at the time
Baby Gyrl (gender neutral) that Doth Not make a lyck of sense!
It was convenient at the time. I had need of my hands for... something I no llonger recall. But I had need of them.
Everyone has Dead Wyfe, dypshyt, it came free with your fucknyg Afterlyfe.
Dellivery may or may not be dellayed 500+- sweeps post-Demise
my ex-matesprit still misses me. her aim is atrocious. it is why i left her. ha. ha. :o|
Displlay Titlle is Apt
I wonder how many of these Chocolates I can fit in myne Mouth
that is uup for experimenntationn to discover, isnnt it?
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T)(e girls t)(at get it, G-------ET IT!!!
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Well damn happy pride [ Posted from Veery's NeuroLink Comms Unit! Message label: #youstillcausemybrainandcyberneticstoitch #butprideispride ]
hell yeah!
૮₍⑅´꒳`₎ა binkii⁀is⁀proud⁀of⁀you!
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???
Wet
I will drip upon thee
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
Off the proverbiall clliff
I am sorry. That was of poor taste.
I agm never weirfd about Beautifull Women
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1 th1nk you need l1ke an actual lecture about the def1n1t1on of yur1ful and 1ts 1mpl1cat1ons on th1s spec1f1c day
I will excise mysellf from your recanting of memories.
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.
Yes. I remember them all. Every face and name.
((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?