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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: Future @uprootedgarden the Hound Is Staring You Down, It's Black Fur Sparks The Same Igniting Green Energy Your Own Body Eminates Its Own Left Arm Missing. You Have To Make It Through ████ Is Waiting For You. you're Not Actually Going To Be Able To Handle This Are You, They're... They're ███. you Rush Forward Bringing Your Claw Down Only For Ones To Clash Green Sparks Flying Everywhere Flying Back You Couldn't Even React They Appeared Behind And the Last Thing You See Is A Claw Tearing Through Your Torso good Luck #violence #gore 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
Can't say that it is. However. I've been under similar employment terms. Not fun. Get out when you can
im usually p safe wehn im high i dnt rly do much concernin i know whn im drunk i can b a mess but i swear me high an me drunk r 2 compltly difrent things #substance
hey you can shed some nonwater tears now mythological timing
That's The Closest I Can Get To A "woof" As Part Cat, Sorry.
B33 < *ac flicks their tail in your face cutely*
im almost dne ths drink il stop rite aftr it #substance
stop considering
im so fuvking scared.
meow
dont hurt yourself thats an order ok?
...thanks, I think. what the fuck though.
theres my pretty puppy~
dont i knowv it ;) #suggestivwe
Good meowning
well. just l7ing there is restful, the7 tell me
yeah you wvould.
does too. i bet youd moan if i pulled out a tiaratop. #nsfvw
you alwvays knovw vwhere to find me pup ;)
I saw this, and now you have to too.
(°. d𖦹 y𖦹u als𖦹 want t𖦹 get s𖦹me𖦹ne human pregnant 𖦹r it's just me .°) (°. #nsfw .°)
#wvhatwvouldcronusdo #wvvwcd
youu shouuld juump.. uup annd downn for joy. joyfuul juumps.
Y0u still need t0 have the 0pti0n t0 safely leave if they start making decisi0ns f0r y0u that y0u d0nt like
N0 babe, y0u d0
and the upset doesnt repeat itself! gardener out, handmaid mowves forvwards! okay, i vwanted to do wvork for that last one, but... cmon. her imperious condescension against lamplady swvansong. youll take wvhat i giwve you and youll like it. #cronusbabeoff #nsfwv <3 or <> for lamplady svwansong <3< or c3< for her imperious condescension
「BAD GIRL. BLOCK. CLEANSE YOUR FEED WITH GINGER AND VENGEANCE.」
man not seeing a lot of other #incest posters around my presidency is important to me though so i will post twice as much in their honor
Y0u d0nt wanna kn0w
I GENUINELY HATE THIZ FUCKING ""MEME"" ZO MUCH IM GONNA DIE WHY DID I TYPE THAT
:33 < wowie zowie! :33 < did she furr real say that? ;000 :33 < nya one will knyaw who mew talking about in this pawst! ;D :33 < #vagueposting
i dont either, but......us harleys are just lonely by nature i guess
imagine if id done that the vvitriol sent my wway for subjectin you indecent rubbishmongers wwould rivval your hate for the spectrum as a wwhole flippin concept not complainin about it wwhat a good dog #vvaguepost #nsfww
▲dont be evil▼
mew
wvowv. uhh. #cronusbabeoff. you all really #cameout for wvriska. #imcoming. and here i thought wvriskourse vwas dead. wvell, she movwes on, snowvman doesnt. shame. next in the lineup! this one im curious about, meulin leijon vws latula pyrope! big fat cat tats up against the cowveted pyrump! wvill the kurlozs or the mitunas wvin the simp wvar? (its gonna be kurloz). #suggestivwe <3 or <> for latula <3< or c3< for meulin
shame about sootnose, she could hawve a real cute rosiee the riwvetickler thing going on. thatd be thematic, right? but yeah, fef vwins this match of #cronusbabeoff. surprise surprise. next up! an interesting match. assigned femme fatale by sgrub, or evweryones fawvorite jerk-88 #nsfvw, vwevwe got snovwman, also knowvn as the black queen, and probably some other dumb bq title, going up against wvriska serket! wvriskas a pretty high seed, but i think theres a chance for snovwman if she gets enough (hired) goons behind her. <3 or <> for snovwman <3< or c3< for wvriska serket
okay, ill call it there. another close match in the #cronusbabeoff, but despite getting 8 likes, mindfang is outta the running. sorry babe, call me~ roxy is movwing upwvards and onwvards! next match, vwevwe got the long legs of the lawv, neophyte redglare, up against evweryones favworite wvashboard mini-tyrant, meenah peixes! vwhos hot, vwhos not? wvote belowv! <3 or <> for redglare <3< or c3< for meenah
next up in the #cronusbabeoff bracket! vwe hawve captain mindfang herself, swvashbuckling babe and all around badass, against roxy lalonde, the bottle blonde vwith brains, usually. these tvwo are closely matched, assuming my ancestor scale is accurate, anyvways. lets let it rip, wvhos hotter and vwhos notter? <3 or <> for mindfang <3< or c3< for roxy
me comparing a standard t-shirt to my new button-up
ignore how balls my handwriting is
>#TEAMRING: Rock the heist (FINAL PART) The Condesce lunges at the Rogue, but the Thief catches )(er 2x3dent in her own. They clash, identical faces glaring at each other as the Rogue is beset by a wholly different fork. The Maid, enraged, thrusts a flurry of stabs at the Rogue, who can do little but dodge and weave as she looks into the bright blue eyes of her dear friend. The Condesce keeps healing, and the Thief keeps taking damage. She’s forced to endure the same evasive dance as the Rogue, until... they switch partners. The Thief has no qualms fighting the Maid, and the Rogue has defeated the Condesce once before. It’s a much more favourable matchup. Though she’s long passed the need for a strife specibus, the Rogue still favours Fistkind for close quarters. She deftly dodges the 2x3dent over, and over, and over - and when she doesn’t, it still doesn’t hit her. Her fists crack against the sopor-slowed Condesce’s ribs, and this time they don’t heal. The Thief takes a while to notice. Her own 2x3dent finds much more purchase in the Maid’s body. The maid raises a hand towards one of her cuts, and... nothing happens. Both realize instantaneously what this means. The Thief has stolen the Maid’s power of Life. No more healing. From there, the fight is almost easy. Almost. The Rogue is aggressive, attacking in far closer range than the Condesce’s weapon can effectively connect. She discards it, then, showing off why she really wears all those rings. The fight is messy - all grabbing and punching and hair-pulling and bloody teeth and exhaustion. The Rogue pokes the Condesce in the eyes, a crude tactic to nullify her optic blasts. For as many hits as the Condesce lands, she misses two more, passing right through the Rogue as though she was never there. It all ends when the Rogue passes through the Condesce entirely, getting behind her and grabbing her skull. She whispers something in her finned ear - something unheard by all others - and in one quick motion, snaps her neck. The sound is sickening. It draws the eyes of the other Life players, and the Maid cries out in shock. Before anyone present can respond, the Manor shakes with a thundering HONK. Both heroes instinctively turn their heads, watching as cracks form in the cieling. By the time the shaking stops and they look back... the Maid and the defeated Condesce are nowhere to be seen. Along with the drained ring. -- A lumbering green fist swings downwards towards the still-dodging Sprite, only for the Heir to manifest just in front of them. The fist connects with the Heir, and the Heir connects with the Sprite, sending them both flying through several floors. The Lord is Already There to meet them, of course. Quick thinking from the Sprite ducks both heroes into the past just before they can be hit with that dream-shattering beam attack of his. He, of course, was Already There, Too, so there is little respite. Both were prepared for this. The Sprite unsheaths a new pair of claws - Fearful Symmetry. The Heir pulls out The Note Desolation Plays. Each weapon was specifically designed for the Lord. The Sprite pounces into action, needling the Lord from every angle, locking him down to a single timeframe. They’ve had practice with this, sparring with other Time players. The Heir hits hard. Each time his hammer connects, it sends the Lord stumbling more than he will ever care to admit. There is a rage in her attacks, a frustration. This is personal. But, of course, The Lord is inevitable. As hard as he is hit, he hits back. His sceptre cracks the Heir’s ribs, his bullets clip the Sprite’s wings. His roaring HONK shakes the very foundation of the Manor, and the floor falls away once more, opening into a ballroom. The dust is thick. None can see a thing, until it’s blown away by a pair of white wings. The Lord’s billiard-ball eyes lock with the bright green of his long-lost sister. Time seems to stop. The space between the two, at each end of ruined ballroom, seems infinite. Even the Heir and Sprite pause midway through eating their pixelated healing items. All is silent. Then, a roar. The Lord’s jaw unhinges. The Muse’s wand unsheathes. A beam of flashing, many-coloured light explodes from his throat. The Muse casts a spell, warping space around her so thoroughly that even light, even pure magic, bends to her will. The beam fizzles, and both are left exactly where they started. There is another long, painful pause, before the Heir takes his hammer to the Lord’s goddamn kneecaps. The rest of the fight is a flurry of wings and wind and claws and wings and bullets and blasts. The Lord ignores whatever damage he takes from the Heir and Sprite, focusing solely on the Muse, who, for her part, does a lot of dodging. She’s not a fighter. She never has been. She thanks her lucky stars she’s never needed to be. But today, she finally aims her pistol at another person, if the Lord can even still be called that. Where the Lord’s magic is massive and overwhelming, her blasts are thin and precise. And, to her credit... she does some damage. Perhaps it’s her White Magnum, perhaps it’s old Cherub rules about fated battles, but she manages to get past that invulnerability of his. The Lord is nowhere near defeat, of course. It’s not until the Rogue and Thief finally arrive that a stalemate is forced. The Lord roars one last time, and the fighting stops. The dust settles. Nobody can afford to fight any longer. The combatants are beaten, bruised, bloodied. Some have broken bones. Even the Lord knows that fighting five gods, conditionally immortal or not, carries risk. Especially with that damned juju in play. Reluctantly, he tells them to just get the fuck out of his house. The heroes pick each other up and gather together. Anticlimax aside, they’ve gotten what they came for. The Heir does her best to breathe steadily, to focus on home. He clicks his heels, and the five heroes disappear into the wind. Exeunt omnes.
you wvhen i send you a pic of it #suggestivwe
Moving to Earth-D and planning to enjoy retirement! Although I suggest you have more pity on the “government” of Earth-C at the moment. They’re quitting under Meenah’s “rule.” She is bleeding valuable resources by the second; I am merely enjoying my retirement.
not sure i agree, but meenah should have a reason, i hope.
Nuzzwes into you and steaws youw wawwet whiwe doing so :o3c
i dont recall anyone named that, sounds handsome!
Daddy needs gurt to slurp.
im not gay im not gay trolls arent human it isnt gay it isnt gayits not gay
(=^･⩊･^=) < MEOW MEOW!! MRRP?
:33< make meow <3<
you have to trim them now and then, im sorry :c
Got! #badgeguy #juniorbadgedyou #puppymoded
ok i love you
YET ANOTHER CRISIS HAD BY HOUNDS.
..WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS 7/11 IVE BEEN HEARING ABOUT.
alright shit i gotta catch a flight back to houston dont fucking talk to me anymore
jaaade..... :c do you need me to come over and do it for you?
Gooooood eeevening =]
i aint ewven done anything yet and youre already mad at me. sheesh
A shame about the ring, though. Still, things can always be kept in mind for future use.
Crisis avoided.
https://storage.homestuck.com/story/homestuck/media/images/inline-text/shehaswhat.gif ((#nsfw for #flashing))
🐾what do sPriNters eat before a race? well, 's NothiN'! caUse they 'fast'! x) hehe,
No, she's much 8etter. She follows orders!
I DUNNO, IN MY EXPERIENCE A BLACK HOLE KILLS THE MAJORITY OF THINGS YA TOSS IN IT.
If only more understood this.