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$ome advi¢e. There i$ a moment ₩hen you're at $ea ₩hen you realize ₩hatever you're going to₩ard$ i$ too large to avoid. Thi$ i$n't be¢au$e you failed to $ee it, or mi$judged the differen¢e. You $im₱ly rea¢hed the ₱oint ₩here turning a$ide ₩ould tear the $hi₱ a₱art fa$ter than the ¢olli$ion. $o you kee₱ the engine$ running. You $e¢ure ₩hat ¢an be $e¢ured. You tell the ¢re₩ nothing they do not need to kno₩. You ₩at¢h the dark $ha₱e gro₩ larger through the gla$$ and ¢ontinue for₩ard be¢au$e, at that ₱oint, for₩ard i$ the only dire¢tion that $till belong$ to you. I have the un₱lea$ant $u$₱i¢ion I am a₱₱roa¢hing one of tho$e moment$. ₩e ₩ill $ee ₩hat remain$ afloat.
⚓ Yer tellin' me that there's been merfolk this whole time an' I'm only learnin' about em now!? 🪶
Jak₱ot ₩a$ a $e¢ond an¢hor on a $hi₱ that only needed one. For a ₩hile, I tolerated the drag be¢au$e the harbor ₩a$ ₱rofitable and the ₩eather mild. Then the ¢hain began ¢at¢hing on thing$ beneath the $urfa¢e, fouling the rudder, $lo₩ing every ₱rofitable tide. $o I ₩aited for dee₱ ₩ater, ¢ut the ₩eight loo$e, and let the $ea de¢ide ho₩ long iron remember$ the name of the ve$$el that ¢arried it. By morning, the de¢k ₩a$ lighter, the ¢our$e ₩a$ ¢leaner, and the ¢re₩ had learned a valuable le$$on about ¢onfu$ing balla$t for o₩ner$hi₱. The ¢a$ino ha$ $ailed beautifully ever $in¢e. That ₩a$ a kindne$$ I offered to him. I ₩ouldn't dream of being $o kind to you.
YOU ARE SEACRASH AURUMMAW. A collector of many names. Some your own, some were given to you by trolls who wanted something. Few were given by those who owed something. Fewer still belonged to those who understood the difference between those two facts. These nights, you answer to SEACRASH AURUMMAW, violetblood, proprietor, creditor, investor, occasional benefactor, and the exceedingly patient troll behind @leviathanLedger. Your public philosophy is admirably concise: settle your debts for a price; call anytime. Naturally, the word price has always been more flexible than your clientele would prefer. You are old. Not respect-your-elders old. Not I remember the previous Empress old. You remember systems people now mistake for natural law being invented in front of you. You watched barter become commerce, commerce become capital, capital become empire, and at some point realized that landdwellers had developed an extraordinarily elaborate method of making predation look polite. You approved, at least for a while. There are trolls who collect weapons. Trolls who collect titles. Trolls who collect little trophies and stories about themselves. Your fascination, what you collect, is Obligation. Money is useful, certainly. It opens doors, closes mouths, relocates inconveniences, and convinces otherwise sensible people to do remarkable things. But money is only the most boring form of debt. A favor can appreciate. A secret can compound. Gratitude, properly tended, can outlive generations. You own and operate JAKPOT, though “casino proprietor” describes you about as completely as “fish” describes something circling beneath a shipwreck. The previous arrangement had another name attached to it once. Jakpot Linkin. A second anchor on a vessel that eventually discovered it only needed one. A cerulean blood whose ancestor was indebted to you. Jakpot is indebted to you. Even still, Jakpot's descendants will likely be indebted to you. Your employees are always paid. Your debts are always remembered. Your hospitality is unmatched. Once, long ago, you played a game considerably larger than any table you have owned since. You were a BARD OF HEART, which sounds almost charming until you learn what exactly you were musing over. Identity. Selfhood. The little private conviction that a person belongs entirely to themselves. Some say the very soul. You learned early that people become much easier to keep alive once you understand what they are for. You have learned this lesson too well. You have survived empires, catastrophes, gods, monsters, economic theories, and several people who were absolutely convinced they would be the exception. Most were not. Still, lately, the shore has become interesting again. Old debts have begun wandering back into view. New ones are accruing. A certain employee has become considerably harder to file beneath a single convenient heading. People keep mistaking your patience for inactivity. And somewhere beneath all of it, the tide is coming in. You are SEACRASH AURUMMAW. You have waited long enough. Pay up. ((Art ¢redit: SpookyPoopet on Di$¢ord)) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/cb10b15e131a.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2c723c4f2264.png
There'll be another ₱oker night $ooner than you think.
A reminder to my valued ¢lientele that forgetting you o₩e me money doe$ not ¢on$titute debt forgivene$$. It merely ¢onvert$ the matter from a¢¢ounting into field ₩ork, and I di$like field ₩ork enough to ¢harge for the in¢onvenien¢e. ₱ay on time and ₩e ¢an ¢ontinue ₱retending our relation$hi₱ i$ $tri¢tly ₱rofe$$ional.
~ y3s it s33ms quit3 fun actuaLLy, stori3s of you, I'd pr3f3r to b3 a cryptid how3v3r, th3 qu3stions of if you r3aLLy 3xist and p3opL3 fr3aking out wh3n you do show up s33ms fun... ~
Oh i already do all the time.
༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ ~ ~ yEs... A GaMe ōŌōŌōF... hIdE AnD SeEk... As hUmAnS CaLl i7...
☆ > I need to just grab my hu✖ and take a walk ☆ > Tired of sitting at this de✖ ☆ > I want to take a swim and be crushed by the sea ☆ > A tender hug of home ☆ > Feel free to join me ~
7hank you for accep7¡n9 my apo!o9y. bow$ before you
$peak your $h¡7 dude ¡ a9ree
«﴾ the strumming thunder and winds really feel like a battlecry d⦵n't they? i d⦵ l⦵ve a challenge. ﴿»
cheoke me out wwith my own organ's??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
[BEGIN MESSAGE] az are y0u. phyza|ia. g00d hunting. [END MESSAGE]
Thinking ★bout gill-pl★y..... #nsfw #nsfwe m★ybe
They $ee a quiet $horeline and a$$ume the o¢ean ha$ gone $ome₩here. A$ if all that bla¢k ₩ater ₱a¢ked it$ teeth, it$ ₩re¢k$, it$ debt$, and it$ dro₩ned little $e¢ret$ into a $uit¢a$e and took leave of them. No. The tide ebb$. The tide flo₩$. It $till ¢hurn$ fleet$ to $₱linter$ and $hore$ to du$t.
We foxes are naturally curious creatures But yeah I get that, it's pretty fun Usually I just regular eat people but I think this one will take some planning to get access, it's more about not hurting my boy than anything else
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T)(e Mϕϕns, t)(ey dance brig)(t abϕve yϕu, t)(e sky envelϕpes yϕu warmly, and t)(e nig)(t is serene and calm. Gϕg, I lϕve t)(e nig)(t sky sϕ muc)(...
c< OOOOO, Have fuN! >c
Ah, I love the smell of fresh blood in the evening~~~~. #Gladiating #Gore
the ssea never apologizess for pulling thingss beneath it.
That's why you s-ng and - don't, - suppose.
I'll be honest, every violet I've ever seen without Ampora in their name has been chill and had good takes. I think that one guy's alternates are just really overrepresented.
༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Dhe geep gark of dhe ocean's trenches covers dhe shame of umbralnautical trolls in a blanket of eternal visual voig. To gwell far outsige dhe reach of dhe moon ang ligght lovingg lives is to occupy an unseen universe where evolution gemangs dhat its survivors create dheir own ways forwarg. I craft my own ligght painstakinggly dhrouggh dhe experiencingg of personal creative experiments. Many times my wick is lit, many times i wonger if my lantern migght burn brigghter unger gifferent circumstances. Dhere is an element dhat exists far above my safe gepdhs dhat no amount of testingg hypodheses can supplant. I ggaze longginggly at times to where I believe dhe moons woulg be if i coulg see dhem from here, ang raise my arm imagginingg my sparkle were dhe stars. I wish on dhem for my wick to be lit by unfamiliar hangs, a rare treat dhst woulg be ingeeg. Dhe entities of dhe geep gark create ligght because dhey crave its caress, just as all livingg dhinggs go. I am no exception. ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ #nsfw #tentascrawlingg ༊࿐ ✤ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
It $eem$ the $ea$on ha$ turned again. One ¢an $¢ar¢ely ¢he¢k the evening’$ ¢hatter ₩ithout di$¢overing that $omeone ha$ been mi$₱la¢ed, relo¢ated, $₱irited a₩ay, tu¢ked into an in¢onvenient room, or other₩i$e removed from their u$ual little ₱at¢h of floor. A troubling ₱attern, don't you think? All of the$e young $oul$ going a₩ry into the ¢a₱tivity of the o₱₱o$ition. Naturally, I ₩ould like to make it very ¢lear that I had ab$olutely nothing to do ₩ith the late$t di$a₱₱earan¢e. Nothing ₩hat$oever. I have been, and al₩ay$ tend to be, a model ¢itizen. ₱ra¢ti¢ally de¢orated a$ ₩ell a$ de¢orative in thi$ matter. Of ¢our$e, I under$tand if you get ¢onfu$ed. ₩hen one $u¢h a$ my$elf ha$ a re₱utation for thi$ $ort of ₱roblem $olving, any mi$$ing ₱er$on begin$ to look a bit $u$₱i¢iou$. E$₱e¢ially ₩hen you've had ¢ommuni¢ado ₩ith the ₱arti¢ular vi¢tim. It'$ in¢orre¢t. Flattering, though. $o ₱lea$e, do not drag my good name into every vani$hing a¢t on thi$ ₩eb$ite. $ome of you are ₱erfe¢tly ¢a₱able of making enemie$ ₩ithout my a$$i$tan¢e. In the interim, I need to ₱lan another ₱oker Night, $oon.
OH my, thaat is... EXquisite #nsfwe #nsfw
⛧have you ever thought about what its like to get stabbed by a knife that was left in the cold? the freezing metal slipping between ribs the shock of the temperature and the pain of the flesh splitting. only for that cold to reach your very warm center. agonizing. #violence #gore⛧
Having interacted with precious few of the SEADWELLER~S around here... Perhaps we should have the younger of us in schoolfeeding a touch longer... The DEPTH~S of their inanity is endless...
The being an overt villain trying to aura farm on chittr dot ing thing is nothing short of cringe btw.
What if there were two seadwellers in the deepest trenches of Alternia and one killed the other with a rock. Be kinda fucked up.
Foolish to think they are not already awake. You must remain quiet as not to draw they're attention.
i'm not one for visions or premonitions, however, i feel a sinking feeling in my chest. eyes are drawn to the water. something may be happening. the peace may not last much longer
alrighty! :3c u seem pretty interesting... and hey. if u got a big appetite. thats for sure smth we got in common at least lmao ;33 i hope whatever todays anniversary is goes great for you! <3
A lovely evening, a$ al₩ay$. The air above ha$ that ¢lean, dam₱ quality after rain. The $treet$ have ju$t been rin$ed, and no₩ they almo$t $eem bright. ₩indo₩$ glo₩ from the light$ ₩ithin your little hive$. Refle¢tion$ gather in the gutter$ like loo$e ¢oin$ ju$t ₩aiting to be ¢olle¢ted. It ha$ al₩ay$ intere$ted me to $ee ₩here troll$ end u₱ ₩hen they believe the night belong$ to them. The door$ they favor. The ¢orner$ they ¢ut. The route$ they take t₩i¢e, maybe even three time$, until habit be¢ome$ a little ma₱ they have dra₩n for any ₱atient onlooker$. No judgment, of ¢our$e. Everyone ha$ ₱attern$. Even if it i$ going to that $ame ¢afé, turning out of that little alley, or ₱au$ing beneath the broken $treetlight ₩ith that little glan¢e over the $houlder. ¢harming, really. ₩a$ it a ¢oin¢iden¢e? Maybe you heard an e¢ho. Maybe you felt $ome ganderbulb$. Not to ₩orry. Mo$t thing$ in the dark are only hungry in the general $en$e of the ₱hra$e. The dangerou$ one$, ho₩ever, do tend to get more $₱e¢ifi¢. And if thi$ feel$ addre$$ed to you, I ₩ould en¢ourage you not to run. You ₩ill make a me$$. #$talking #im₱liedhunting #₱aranoia #₱redatoryimagery #vaguethreat #im₱liedviolen¢e #violen¢e
#thecollection
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To the evening’$ ₩inner$, my $in¢ere ¢ongratulation$. $₱end ¢arefully. Money made from another troll’$ ₱ride ha$ a habit of returning to the table.
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S𖦏mething A Little Different. #thecollection
There is a ship ☽o☾n the h☽o☾ariz☽o☾n, I h☽o☾pe they are all being lulled t☽o☾ sleep by the waves ⋆˚࿔
I dont know what those oceans are like but i appreciate it!
I advise to plug up your ears sailor. Beware the witches that lurk in deep waters
⛧thinking about a knife. put it together on my husk. thoughts? https://i.postimg.cc/3RSwW6HR/Screenshot-2026-07-13-213119.png⛧
((It totally makes sense! I’ll have to check out their other stuff.))
((Sadly none of my characters would comment on this but I wanted to say I really liked it!))
imperial ship on the radar you knoww wwhat means meat
Throwing myself into bodies of water purely to spite whoever wants me to get in their freshly cleaned car even though I don't like water and can't swim #doghour
O~ I... Shall not aSk further, but I am glad for you to be celebrating an anniverSary of any kind without that background information. ~O
... That's good.
A fine game tonight. Truly. Good hand$, ₱oor de¢i$ion$, ex¢ellent ¢om₱any, and ju$t enough ₱ani¢ near the river to make the ₩hole thing ₩orth ho$ting. I had the table ₩here I ₩anted it for mo$t of the evening. ¢hi₱$ $ta¢ked, nerve$ $ho₩ing, every little ¢al¢ulation beginning to lean in my dire¢tion. There i$ a ₱arti¢ular ₱lea$ure in ₩at¢hing a room realize the tide ha$ gone out around them. Then, at the end, I o₱ted to ₱ut everything for₩ard. A gamble to ¢elebrate a night ₩ell $₱ent. A re¢kle$$ thing. A beautiful thing. And, tonight, a lu¢ky thing. $o ¢ongratulation$ are in order. I am not angry. Lu¢k i$ a gue$t at any ₱ro₱er ¢ard table, and it ₩ould be very ₱oor manner$ to ¢om₱lain ₩hen $he finally arrive$ drunk, late, and laughing. Enjoy the ₩in. ₱oli$h it. Tell the $tory generou$ly. Remember the feeling of holding one over old $ea¢ra$h. Next time, I ex₱e¢t lu¢k ₩ill have other a₱₱ointment$.
Gulp. <:/
My prey awaits this night.
Thats..reassuring
Hm? I feel like, I might 6e in danger
True! And the gul~ls might come to peck at your globes. #gore?
▓▒░ [ Visual: A sea of static. T)(roug)( t)(e static: Feet. Small, dirty feet come into focus in front of a bonfire. ] ▓▒░ ▓▒░ [ T)(e static clears more. Audio is added. T)(e sound of c)(eers become prominent, trolls dressed in rags and fur dance around t)(e campfire in celebration. Crude weapons of sticks and bones still wet from t)(eir colorful kin are waved around as trop)(ies. ] ▓▒░ #Gore #??? #Memory #BeforeBeforus
drink deep the waters are cool and plentiful drink deep there is time now to lay drink deep for now no one can see us drink deep like it is your final day
COMMANDING HIM TO POST ABOUT ME WHILE I PLAU
*ੈ✩‧₊˚𖤐What is life without a good laugh or two? Absolutely dull, that’s what.⭑⚝⭑ᯓ★
images are plaguing my mind again . . . the feeling almost as true as the images i can't stop pondering . . . pardon my rant, chittr . . . suqeezing around my throat, ganders locked on mine . . . how i crave for it to be tighter, for a vingette to grow around the picture of you, the way you look as you pound, drill, violate me in the best of ways, threatening to crush my windpipe . . . i hope the wheezes encourage you, just as much as my hazy smile and heavy lids that drag me further down #nsfwe #violence #hornyposting #randomthoughts
⛧i like looking into their eyes when im mounted and ready to slip the thresh betwixt their ribs. i like to see it in their expression whether they're asking for mercy, or asking for more. #CW #suggestive #nsfw #nsfwe #snuff #violence⛧
⛧i wanna carry someone by the ribs. or collarbones. they're like built in handles.⛧
⛧i wax poetic about cannibalism and murder all the time. if you dont like that im also horny sometimes, i cant help you. #cannibalismmention #nsfw #nsfwe #murdermention⛧
⛧for knife-play people. get a knife thats not sharpened but IS pointed. allows you a bit more safety while also still having the threat attached. dont wanna go disemboweling your mate because you got the sharpest one from your cookingblock. #knife-play #nsfw #nsfwe #advice #gore⛧
c< frOM tHe abyss' darKest cave cOMes tHe Master Of tHe wave cONsuMer Of tHe wOrld eNtire devil Of tHe sea MOst dire fear it as yOu fear tHe grave #apOeM >c
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c< i HOpe yOu eNjOyed yOur Meal! aNd, if yOu ever Need, i May be able 2 secure yOu sOMe siMilar! >c
c< lOOKiN gOOd! >c
0kay my earlier p0st but als0 teeth sunken int0 my thr0at #nsfw
꧁itsbeen fun doing bulge readings again -----ovo---- #nsfw꧂
Another night passed. The moons hawve risen, and fallen beneath the surface of the wvast open sea. The sun has crested the horizon once more, and once again I can smell the remains of the unruly slawves and prisoners burning up in the morning sun. Another beast felled, I hawve lost count of howv many titans I havwe brought to their knees by my harpoon. The ocean is tainted wvith the blood of monsters, and the blood of traitors. Tonight I owvertook a rebel ship, an unruly lot that meant to topple the empire. It is almost enough to bring a smile to this old timers face. Almost. Truly pitiful howv these pests think themselwves capable to fighting back. Nowv their svwill paints my deck. These scumblooded maggots are too wveak, crushed under my thumb and trampled underfoot wvith such ease. Nowv the sun burns the remains into a crust of rust, shit, piss and bile. It vwill be a pleasant sight to see my crevw scrape their suncrusted remains off the pristine deck of my vwessel. I vwonder wvhat's for breakfast. #seadwvellersupremacy
#nsfw #bulgerating @terminallyCapricious#2753 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScbly6NLeS7p-MQb61x9AdAftQP_unmBPZ8Hg4R1AElPpz7Ew/viewform?usp=header While I'm at it, attaching my image of approval here. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c15a5232b436.png A bulge of concern. I feel strange reading it, given recent events. But the show must go on! Gamzee Makara is a subjuggulator who has earned a lot of respect from me across the various instances of myself gazing at his postings. Even if it's not necesssarily *THIS* Gamzee Makara. Hfff. Also. He is VAGUELY. Not too sure. But he is VAGUELY communing back with me as I try to read his bulge. It seems to be very angry mutterings. His chucklevoodoos must be particularly active! -------- Ｓｔａｔｓ Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ： 8 I do not know if this is because of his recently increased state of rage, or if it is always this powerful. Gamzee Makara's bulge is quite capable of breaking some of my digits if I mishandle it. This thought both excited and frightens me. Moreso, it makes me worry for his various partners he has had. Ｐｌｉａｂｉｌｉｔｙ： 6 I think this is a respectable statistic, and I am frankly glad it is somewhat inhibited here. Ｌｅｎｇｔｈ： 9 Hffff. Okayokay. Ihavehad. Thishighblood'sbulge onmypan for quite sometime. I can only imagine whatit would be like to be in a position in which he gets to loftily weigh it upon your face. Ｇｉｒｔｈ： 7 Heh. Hhehheh. Ｘ－Ｆａｃｔｏｒ： 5 His X-Factor is interesting. It comes from the subtle features. I will explain in full after the stats and attributes section. -------- Ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｅｓ Ｓｃｅｎｔ： He sort of smells like cough drops? A stale, sweet, medicinal taste. Which, frankly, if this were the medicine I were perscribed, I would be happy... Ｔａｓｔｅ： The taste is better than the smell. Like, the opposite of soap. There is a mustiness to it, that comes with the business, but still. The taste is much more lively than the smell. Ｔｅｘｔｕｒｅ： Rubbery, and, has a feature often seen in seadwellers. Microscales. The texture is smooth in one direction, but rough as he leaves. With his strength, I wouldn't be surprised if he could do some damage to a nook... Oh... That's what I saw... Weight: 2.4 Pounds. The X-Factor Score comes from the troll's texture, strength, and shape combination. His bulge has a weight distribution that leaves the base much denser than the tip. This means he is extra agile at the end, and his bulge likely curls in on itself in such a way when it's in you that it feels even bigger and better.
@cesarianAqueduct #nsfw #bulgerating Uhm. Okay. This is a lot. First of all, I can tell that there are multiple bulges! Five, I think. The taste is like seaweed. Almost like a roll of somekind. However there is an overpowering saltiness to it as well! It smells of wine, and is intoxicatingly so! Strength: 5! Low for a Violet, but when you combine that with the fact its five bulges, its basically a 12 on the Strength Scale! Pliability: 10! Each of these gnashing tendrils are quite capable. Length: Uhm. Okay so they aren't all the same length! 4-7 is the range! Girth: Each one clocks in around 3 on the Girth Scale! X-Factor: 8! Uhm LIke I said it's multiple bulges. They are all quite strange and uncanny. Its skin is soft and slick like a dense velvet soaked in seawater. There is a faint rubbery resistance to it. It flexes, constantly, with the muscle shifting underneath being in layered bands! It's kind of like a bunch of living ropes! The undersides alternate between smooth skin and rows of discs. Rigid and uneven. The upperside is smooth, if not a little pebbled. Overall. Mucusy Leather!
@resplendentCandour #nsfw #bulgerating Uhm. Technically, he did not request this and has been requested to have it made clear that it was not his idea and he is only engaging in his peers' requests because he is a generous CEO. I. don't know what that means. His bulge smells like fresh ink from a quill pot. Like, I'm about to sign a contract with him. It tastes of blue. Uhm. I think you get what I mean when I say that. But very blue. Overwhelmingly blue! I like it. Kind of makes my tongue tingle in numbness! There's a sort of aluminum undertaste as well. Like, I'm drinking blue from a can. Statswise... Strength is a modest 6! This is typical of his caste. Uhm. But not that it doesn't impress me... Pliability is also a 6! I can't really get a good sense of this stat as he is in a business suit! If I'm wrong, please don't sue me. Length is an 8! Like, two cans of a drink, stacked. Imagine the drink you want! I know what I'm imagining. Girth is is a 7. Similar girth to a can as well! At the base anyway. It has a strong immediate taper near the tip, but otherwise is generally a consistent length. X-Factor: 9!!! 9!!!!!!!!! HE HAS MY FAVORITE BULGE FEATURE. Specialized secretions that are slightly thicker than normal hemosplooge! Uhm. His genmat also secretes from the striations found across his upper flank in excess. This means that his genmat is uhm, stronger, than yours, generally, and would, uhm, push yours out of the way due to its density. This might be wrong. Uhm. That's my reading!
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Stares at you in a way most unsettling.
Starts moving toward you slowly, in a way that sets off your feelings for uncanny valley.
$till ¢ir¢ling in. I kno₩ they feel it.
HEHEHE HOHOHO OH, TO BE CALLED LITTLE. YOU HUMOR AN OLD SCIENTIST. I LIKE THAT! IT IS TRUE WHAT YOU SAY, BUT WITH JUST A LITTLE PUSH, THAT BARRIER THAT REVERIE CAN SHIFT. I WISH YOU WELL, YOUNG ONE.
// Just updated my OOC post with art of him finally.. So I'm sharing it live so people can appreciate him https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/392f09e5d291.png #suggestive? //
// #oocpost This is my good old middle aged Fat Man mediculler who's had his license revoked! He's a little gruff around the edges, classic dead wife trope (he keeps her heart preserved in a jar so she's always nearby), and he's surprisingly romantic. He cleans up random corpses to use them for his research, and will accept being given them from any source, no questions asked. He follows the #gore tag, because it fascinates him, and will rechitt and like any post that speaks to him. He especially loves those with a good hunting prowess or a particular poetic feel to their gore. Warnings for #gore #substances #violence #nsfw #nsfwe #medicalviolence etc Art by Panphae - Discord https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/df0c8b1b1df6.png No Blood: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/392f09e5d291.png //
|| 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫..˙ᵕ˙ || S○°me ○°f the pe○°ple ○°n the site are simply s○° p○°etic.. it makes me tempted t○° get back ○°ut int○° the datin' scene~ What I w○°uldn't give t○° have s○°me fr○°nds wrapped ar○°und my pusher while I caress their es○°phagus~ []=[""|""|""])>-- ⊹˙∘.*
There is a sort of appeal to being face fucked until you cannot breathe, tears in your eyes as you simply take it. #nsfw
#gore #nsfwe #violence #imbackonmybullshit #hornyposting there is nothing more romantic, more loving than the feeling of someone’s blood pooling over your hand as you press a finger into the wound the hiss and tensing, the squirm as you lock eyes with them a small smile as you play around in the wetness, and they drip for you even more
actually they have roughly neutral buoyancy until theyve started to bloat! for many trolls who wear clothes and like their horns this means they will naturally rest out of sight just under the surface :D
If you have Cronus under your posts casting judgment, you might need to reconsider some things.
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ The lusus of the doctor I was raised by is a massive nomura's jellyfish tangled up in a fungal colony. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ She is my best friend. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
꧁Hhxhfuck꧂
feelin like rippin somethin in half.
Ye \/\/\/\/eren't s'p-o-o-sed t'ann-o-o-unce it t'th'\/\/\/\/h0le sea, card shark.
ᐖ ᐖA LIMBER LYᑈAONS ᐛ
₩hy doe$ an u₱right a₱e ¢on¢ern it$elf ₩ith the little biome$ ¢ra₩ling through it$ innard$? ₩hy doe$ an ari$to¢rat ¢are about thread ¢ount? ₩hy doe$ a king noti¢e mold in the ¢ellar, or a ¢a₱tain mind the barna¢le$? Be¢au$e $mall thing$, ¢a$₱er, are only $mall until they are numerou$, negle¢ted, or ex₱en$ive. Little live$ move money. Little mouth$ ¢arry name$. Little hand$ $ign ₱a₱er$, o₱en door$, ¢lo$e a¢¢ount$, and ferment ₩hen let be. Either into ₩ine or into $₱oilage. I do not ¢on¢ern my$elf ₩ith mortal$ be¢au$e I find them grand. I ¢on¢ern my$elf ₩ith them be¢au$e they are every₩here. And everything every₩here eventually be¢ome$ either a re$our¢e, a nui$an¢e, or a debt. A free le$$on in e¢onomi¢$ from one to another.
Just curious why an Old One concerns himself with the little lives of the lowly mortals
🜲 ok⚜y ⚜ctu⚜l #lyricposting I s⚜id, "HEY! (HEY!) YOU! (YOU!), feed the m⚜chine! Bring 'em ⚜ll b⚜ck down to their knees! No time to w⚜ste, remind the sl⚜ves, they ⚜in't gonn⚜ m⚜ke it out ⚜live tod⚜y!" I s⚜id, "HEY! (HEY!) YOU! (YOU!), poison the well! W⚜tch it ⚜ll burn, t⚜ke 'em str⚜ight to hell! He's got the WHOLE (WHOLE) WORLD (WORLD) in his h⚜nds! It w⚜s nice to know you, we've ⚜ll been d⚜mned!" https://open.spotify.com/tr⚜ck/4xe3UHiQOH2RNBXcuAKDvG?si=2f715ebb65854bce ⋆.˚𓅆࿐
૮( to be whispered to... to be yearned for... to be loved... )つ ₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺
:ΣΣ Night has risen and wwe still haven’t found the artifacts for the empress.. WWhich is honestly disappointing. But after meeting the Orphaner’s for the first time.. It wwas rather eye opening howw fair they wwere.. Usually I expected them to be brutish or cruel, but somehoww they surprised me… I also got to meet the head Orphaner, he wwas.. Scary And very handsome.. and tall and imposingly b..big. #suggestive #nsfww?
The word is my sword or whatever. You get it.
Evwerything is about sex. Except for sex. Sex is about povwer.
-t's so underrated -n my k-n. G-lls pump-ng fur-ously, gulp-ng down water l-ke -t could poss-bly save them. Trag-c. Beaut-ful.
- am also part-al to a good b-t of strangulat-on. But my favor-tes are qu-ck behead-ngs and cutt-ng r-ght to the pusher. The bloom of blood spread-ng -n water -s unparalleled.
Personally - desp-se breath-ng a-r. -t feels th-n all the t-me. But sk-n can handle touch-ng a-r, Plag-a. Get at least ten percent of a gr-p.
wWw there'zz a big difference between finding thingzz on the bottom of the ocean and getting them off fiercebook marketplace one izz reusing and helping the environment and the other includezz an outdated and ineffective system of financial relationzz wWw
Love watchin folks walk past, not knowing that any one of them could be my next meal. There's a thrill in just how oblivious trolls can be when there's danger breathin down their necks. #violence
if it's so loose that it comes free when poked, maybe it was meant to be pulled. don't lose your edge, cashmouth
5ome7ime5. Mo57ly however, 7hey’re annoying.
⛈ Eyes in the mourning like blades of wet grass, ⛈ ⛈ As sharp and reflective as harsh broken glass... ⛈ ⛈ Staring with daggers at those who aren't you, ⛈ ⛈ When yours land on me they're piercing right through... ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
Late lights spent alone... [[background by @handMaid art by @ratking-buffet on tumblr]]
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]]
3ªting my fish #cªnnibªlism #sugg3stiv3
Like this chitt if y0u think @cesarianAqueduct sh0uld be put t0 death f0r t0e crimes Hate this chitt if y0u disagree #t0ep0sting #nsfw
#fightmefriday
⧃ I have decided to pick up an old interest of mine, or at least to try. It seems difficult to get a grasp on again for more reasons than I was expecting.
There i$ a ₱arti¢ular ₱lea$ure in $melling $u₱₱er before it rea¢he$ the ₱late. A little $alt in the air. A little fear under the $ea$oning. $omething tender, dre$$ed u₱ a$ $omething ¢lever, $till believing the table ₩a$ $et for anyone el$e. I do admire a meal ₩ith ambition. It make$ the fir$t bite $o mu¢h more re₩arding. #im₱lied #¢annibali$m
I remember my earlie$t hunt$ along the $hore. Not for the meat. Not only. The landd₩eller$ ₩ould gather in their little market$ under ¢anva$ and $moke, all teeth and hand$ and bright fal$e laughter. Fi$h for grain. Grain for metal. Metal for favor$. Favor$ for $ilen¢e. None of them ¢alled it hunger. That ₩a$ ₩hat intere$ted me. A bea$t take$ be¢au$e it mu$t. A hunter take$ be¢au$e he ¢an. But the$e ¢reature$ had found a ₩ay to make taking ₱olite. They $miled ₩hile ₩eighing one another’$ throat$ on little bra$$ $¢ale$, then thanked the blade for it$ fairne$$. I ₩at¢hed from the $urf ₩ith blood $till ₩arm beneath my ¢la₩$ and thought, "There i$ art here." Not yet. Not for me. Not ₩hile the hunt ₩a$ $till young and $im₱le. But later. Definitely later.
~ The 25th 8ilunar Perigee of the 3rd Dim Season's Equinox. ~ It has 8een nearly a perigee since I last granted these pages the privilege of my attention. I am certain this will distress wh8ver imagined audience has taken to pressing its little face against the glass of my affairs. Let it. A depriv8tion may 8e instructive, and silence, when set loose among the needy, fattens wonderfully. My a8sence was not idleness. I have 8een called to meetings, feasts, negoti8tions, disciplinary amusements, and one argument with the Orphaner that 8egan as a dispute over cargo and ended, as many of our 8etter quarrels do, with neither of us admitting what was truly 8eing contested. He claimed certain captives taken near the eastern shoals were naval property 8y imperial right. I reminded him that imperial right is a charming phrase often used 8y trolls who arrived too l8. They were on my deck. They trem8led when I looked at them. The matter was therefore settled with all the ceremony it deserved. He did not agree. This would have trou8led me if his disagreement had 8een less 8eautiful. The Orphaner wears displeasure like armor left too long in salt w8r, stiff, 8right in places, and always thre8ning to cut the one trying to 8ear it. He spoke of discipline, seizure, chain of command, and all the little phrases men gather around themselves when they fear saying want. I watched his jaw work. I watched his eyes give him away. He is never more royal than when he is trying not to 8e common. I asked whether he resented the loss of imperial property, or whether he resented that I had taken something from under his nose and left him unsure whether to challenge me, claim me, or drag me 8y the throat into some darker privacy where his politics could at last stop em8arrassing us 8oth. He left 8efore striking me. A waste. I had selected earrings with 8loodshed in mind. The next several evenings were spent among the high8looded, which is to say among those grand, lacquered creatures who mistake a long pedigree for a thought. The halls were dressed in the usual vulgar excellence. 8lack ta8les polished to a wet shine. Curtains dyed in colors that required several ruined villages to achieve. Servants arranged a8out the cham8er with the anxious grace of o8jects that know they may still 8e punished for falling. There were de88s over port tariffs, tri8ute 8oundaries, inheritance claims, and other polite methods of theft. A violet dowager proposed a levy against independent raiders, and I congratul8d her on inventing piracy for those too arthritic to 8oard a vessel. A cerulean magistr8 laughed. Poorly. 8riefly. Then spent the rest of the evening pretending his throat had made the sound without consulting him. Moneymaw was there as well, or near enough to count. One could smell him 8efore the doors admitted him: 8rine, old coin, lacquered de8t, and the sort of expensive to8acco smoked 8y men who prefer their threats to mature in the mouth 8efore release. He did not domin8 the room. He did something more irritating. He let the room discover it had already arranged itself around him. A lesser pir8 would have taken this for respect. I took it for accounting. We exchanged no greeting worth preserving. Only a look. His said he had noticed the Orphaner’s temper. Mine said I had noticed him noticing, and would charge interest if he intended to make use of it. The feast that followed was nearly good enough to redeem the company. First came pearl8lind eel, served alive 8eneath a veil of fermented 8rineglass. Its skin shimmered after the spine was opened, and custom demanded we wait until the eyes clouded 8efore drawing the first strip through 8lack salt. The creature shuddered against the pl8 as though still negotiating. Delightful manners, for meat. After that came marrowfruit swollen around cave-gru8 8ones, aged until the rind softened and 8reathed. When pierced, it sighed. A young heir across the ta8le flinched, then tried to disguise the failure 8y praising the aroma. It was, admittedly, magnificent. Sweet rot, mineral damp, venom, and that warm little note particular to things which died in hiding. Spread over charred shell8read, it made the dowager close her eyes in a way I 8elieve she imagined was discreet. There was needle8eetle roe suspended in chilled hemolymph custard, each 8ead 8ursting sharp enough to sting the gums. Vulgar to smile at the first 8ite, naturally, as it shows whether the roe has taken hold properly. I smiled. Several others waited to see if they were permitted to do the same. This is how fashion is 8orn: cowardice looking for permission from the correct mouth. The final dish was flashpickled thinkpan frond from some reef-8red stupidity the cooks insisted on calling semi-sentient, as if pity has ever 8een improved 8y classific8tion. The fronds curled when 8reathed upon. One must eat them 8efore they finish spelling the last sens8tion of the creature they were cut from. Mine tasted of salt, panic, and a white flash 8eneath deep w8r. I requested another. This is what the low and sentimental will never understand a8out appetite. They think revulsion is an argument. They 8elieve the 8ody’s little hesit8tions are moral insight. A mouth recoils, and suddenly they have discovered a principle. How quaint. How provincial. The strange thing, the soft thing, the writhing thing, the thing that remem8ers 8eing alive, all of it asks the only question worth honoring at ta8le. Has it 8een prepared well? Still, my pan has not 8een entirely steady. The pain 8ehind my eyes has thinned since the last entry, 8ut not vanished. It has changed character. Less 8lade now, more tide. A pressure arriving and withdrawing in a rhythm I do not enjoy, chiefly 8ecause I did not command it. Twice during the meetings I lost the thread of convers8tion 8ecause another seemed to pass 8eneath it, faint as a voice heard through wet wood. No one in the room spoke. No one in the room had the courage to think so loudly. At dinner, while a gold8looded advoc8 explained tariff law with all the seduction of damp parchment, I felt the page 8efore me grow crowded. Not physically. I am not so addled as that. 8ut there was a nearness. A gathering of attention. As if unseen readers had leaned too close and fogged the margin with their awe. I attri8uted this to the custard. I continue to attri8ute it to the custard. One must not crown every inconvenience with prophecy merely 8ecause it arrives wearing a veil. If some aperture has opened, it will show its hinge eventually. If some distant little voyeur has found a way to 8reathe through my paper, it will learn quickly that access is not ownership. If it is illness, it will pass. If it is not illness, it will 8ehave. Until then, sweet readers, should you exist in any meaningful sense, do mind your mouths near the page. Awe stains almost as 8adly as 8lood. #mindfangJournal #ancestorposting #alternianHistory #high8loodPolitics #gorefood #gore #8odyhorror
good morning and evensong by the way! i hope you are all well and happy!
We Must Also Remember That " Brat " Is A Submissive Role, It's A Faux Dominance That Is Designed To Be Taken Away By The Agreeing Dominant In A Dynamic. Emphasis On Agreeing. You Do Not Act Like A " Brat " Out Of Nowhere And Expect The Dynamic To Form, Not Many Can Handle That Sort Of Play. #nsfw #nsfc
There was a whisper Once there were heralds and parades You sang your secrets Through the tolling of the tide The fugitive rooms, the amateur tombs The silence and the cries The quickening beat, your march to the sea Never to return #Lyricsposting
Enamel, cartilage, bone, marrow, skin, muscle, fat, keratin. All so valuable, all so precious, all equally as edible. :) #gore
People are very capable of change. For better and for worse. Keep an eye on yourself, push towards a direction in which you can see happiness on the trail, even if you may need to walk through thorns on the way there.
((Such a good song
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I see it is Fishing Friday, again. Remember what I say then, as you all gather around the tides. The sea is not a place one goes to fish. The sea is a mouth that knows what it will swallow and when. The line you cast is hardly enough tribute for the tides. Had I been the sea, I would see it as a grave insult. You take without providing, don't you? Though, the hook was set long before your hand touched the reel. You mistake the tug for a struggle. You call it a sport that tests patience, and even luck. But the water knows the shape of each creature that lies beneath its calm surface. It knows which hands will return empty, and which boats will not. Destiny is not a net. Destiny is the tide. And you, of course, are already in it. Happy fishing. I hope you find what you're looking for.
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i think healing iss ssuppossed to feel cleaner than thiss. ssome dayss i sstill wake up with old namess caught between my teeth. ssome dayss i sstill reach for ghosstss. the woundss are clossed, but they ache whenever it rainss. he never asskss me to be ssomeone elsse. that iss the part i do not undersstand. he laughss too loudly. he talkss too much. he fillss every ssilence i ussed to drown in. ssometimess i think he can hear the ocean insside me. ssometimess i think he hearss it and sstayss anyway. i keep waiting for him to realize how much work i am. how much damage. how many ssharp thingss live beneath the ssurface. but every morning he returnss like it iss the eassiesst thing in the world. and little by little, the ssea growss quieter. not becausse it hass dissappeared. not becausse i am fixed. but becausse for the firsst time, i am not floating through it alone. <3 #poetry