22k kull & i'll delete my chittr
@twinArmaggetfucked
s0llux • just s0me guy at this p0int • currently 0n: alternia https://www.tr0llfundme.c0m/f/supp0rt-a-br0ke-mage-in-these-trying-times ((pfp by Rose @tenebrificTermagent))
Everyone Knows I Can Be Trusted To Tell The Truth At All Times. Unrelated To That. 7'3", By The Way.
i trust y0u with0ut hesitati0n.
Tonight I decided to get a little spooky with it and manifest in the process. That's really all there is to say on the matter.
that's pretty sick.
he cuter by the day
ch00sing t0 believe this is ab0ut me.
what's a SBURB? people seem to mention it a lot
d0n't w0rry ab0ut it. if y0u're meant t0 play it, y0u will.
:33< mewve heard of #forcefem nyow get ready fur my new thing :33< #forcethem :33< #nsfw i guess
#f0rcethem t0 d0 what?
--Everyone's )(ad t)(eir breakfast rig)(t? It's t)(e most important meal of t)(e nig)(t!!!
d0 i have t0?
what's yꙮur kill-death ratiꙮ - The Non-Mystical Regular Guy Man
2.0
I will never give any0ne pity n00k #nsfw
damn it.
If only a big strong women would choke me out whilst fucking me, but alas. #nsfw
i'm always saying this.
0h then y0u've been barking up the wr0ng tree buddy
are y0u saying y0u w0uldn't ch0ke me 0ut if y0u had the chance?
“IN SPACE, THERE ARE MANY ADORNING STARS, NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH COSTAR.” - KHNEIL TAISON. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/116AA570661D.JPEG
i wish i c0uld be like y0u when i gr0w up.
“IF YOU REALLY ARE 200 SWEEPS OLD, YOU CAN’T. THIS IS BECAUSE THE TYPICAL TROLL GROWTH MODEL ENDS FAR BEFORE.” - KHNEIL TAISON HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/116AA570661D.JPEG
fuck, i missed my chance. it's s0 0ver f0r me.
qUeStIoN FoR LiKe cOoL GuYs iNtO DeAd tHiNgS: bOnEs oR MeAt?
b0nes f0r sure. meat is a sens0ry nightmare.
yOu dOn't lIkE ThE WeT? tHe dIfFeReNt tExTuReS ArE ThE BeSt pArT I ThInK. tOtAlLy gEt hOw tHaT ShIt wOuLd bE OvErStImUlAtInG ThO
yuck. n0 way. raw meat is s0 wet and squishy and messy, it makes my skin crawl.
I think that I am overdue for an introduction post. About five or six months too late, sure, but who's keeping count? This is just to enlighten anyone who might see my posts and wonder "Thirty days? What ever could she mean?" My name is Rose Lalonde. One of many on this site, and one of an infinitely spanning scale of people bearing my name and face. A drop in the ocean, so to speak. I have never once believed myself to be a standout amongst my kin. All that really makes me unique, if you ask me, are the things that are a result of my timeline having a particularly strong amount of interference from Lord English and his reality-warping henchmen. When my friends and I beat our game, we entered the universe that was to be our prize, only to find an expanse of space stuffed to the brim with radiation so potent it rendered the planets we placed in it dead on arrival. Somehow, the Green Sun returned. And I do mean 'somehow'. If you want a detailed explanation as to how a construct of the game existed in our new universe, you are sitting in the same boat as us. Our Jade came up with a plan, and she flew off to enact it. She never returned. Whatever she may have done out there pulled back the influence of the Green Sun and allowed our universe to flourish. Millions of years into the future and a subsequent seven spent searching for her, we gave up the search, because I got sick. For the last several years, I've "suffered" from an illness no doctor has been able to explain. My visions tear through the crevices of my brain, separating synapse from synapse. The headaches split me in two. My body weakens, my energy depletes, and all of my pain and prophecies coalesce into a single, finite point of absolute certainty — I am going to die. There is a time, and a place. It will happen outside of my house, a mere few steps out of my front door. It will happen early into November of this year, and I will not get to know what does it. It could be a stray bullet or the implosion of the Green Sun itself putting an untimely end to our infant universe, and me along with it. Regardless of the cause, no vision I have ever had stretches beyond that moment. I want no pity for this. I've known about it for years, and I have gone through the seven stages and then some. On a lighter note... I've taken up sketching on my phone as a way to pass the time. I like to knit, I enjoy a ridiculous comedy and a gothic romance every now and then, and I wrote a novel called Complacency of the Learned, with half of a sequel tucked securely in my house for some future author with my same detached ironic je ne sais quoi to carry on my legacy with. I hope this answers any questions anyone might have over the next thirty days. Here is a fun little bonus activity: If you read all of this, reply with "Tentacle". It will confuse anyone who didn't and give me a chuckle. You wouldn't deny a dying woman a chuckle, would you?
tentacle.
and i get a little bit genghis kahnghis i don’t want 7ou to get it onghis nobod7 else but me {ooooh} with nobod7 else but meeeeme i get a little bit danghis dahn don’t want 7ou to genghis on with nobod7 else but mingus nobod7 else but mingus kingus
mingus kingus is a valid troll name
i 0nce knew a kid named mingus kingus.
so... what is a troll, other than an alien from space?
h0w'd y0u even get here if y0u d0n't kn0w what a tr0ll is?
D0 y0u guys think im h0t
nah. y0u're n0t my type.
I lovwe the fact you'll nevwer meet or see a skinny meulin. Yes, I am a chubby chaser, fat vwomen are just better. #suggestivwe #Nsfwv
i hate when i agree with amp0ras.
"anon" said: "i dare you to stab someone." oh i did that earlier. like, a lot. over and over. guess i could do it again though!
stab in a vi0lent way 0r stab in a sexy way? and regardless, can y0u stab me next?