Profor Tempus
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You are Profor Tempus! The somehow heirness of Alterina who is haunted by whatever your thinkpan can think of for what could go wrong. You enjoy a lot of things while shakily trying to make any form of change while not being haunted by the task of having to fight the Condesce. One such thing that you like is to write and to study history. This has come in handy many times when understanding one of your friends. It makes your gaps in knoweldge to be rather laughable. Your main other interest is music despite your horrible noise sensitivity and managed to learn the flute as well as singing. You have used this to soothe your lusus, Gl'bgolyb. Best known for being unable to raise you much in your youth due to the concept of crushing you as a grub and being a ticking time-bomb according to your own words despite how she cares in her own way about you. You tend to dream a lot of many different and increasing horrible fates for you to see and experience. Your distaste in violence is known over than your extreme pleasure in that very same topic. You are known to be quiet and often fearful of those who you rule over. Likely also that you are rather duty-focus despite your intense paranoia to leave your castle hive. You blush rather easily when stressed which you fear gives the wrong impression as well as your odd habits such as refusing to wear shoes and instead bandaging them in gauze, your rather matted hair that you pray that no one knows that your hair was once curly and you never learned to care for it, and your habit of writing notes down everywhere. Your rather feminine appearance according to some of them who know your face to be misleading- According to a few of them. You aren't quite sure if it is. You have also been told that your eyes seem like that you wear eyeliner.. You do not. You laughably aren't able to do that or many things. You are well aware of your role as sacrificial fodder to the Empress known as the Condesce for short. You are also quite sure that you may have several more issues as others seen to be able to live much easier than you. This makes you often wish that someone else was the heirness instead of yourself. You are SIGN OF THE ADJUSTER and unknowingly a Seer of Doom. Your ancestor was considered to be tragically slained many sweeps ago and it is even a shock that you were born if you remembered right. You can't quite grasp what their title was, so you instead call them the Adjuster. You aren't sure if you are a good heirness or a fuschia for that matter...
I got distracted and picked back up Shadow Droppers - I always - liked - them - I - like them - very much - Undead - much like - Rainbow Drinkers - but they are - often - described as - so bloodthirsty - that they - will - disregard their own - safety to - kill another > Their appearances - changes - on sources - Their blood - is black - Often - portrayed in hoards - Much like rotting corpses > #shadowdroppers #myths
Oh right - are rainbow drinkers - possible for other castes? - for writing > #rainbowdrinkers
Improbable but not impossible, according to my former first mate, a rainbo≈drinker ≈ith connections.
I don't kno≈ the details, and ironically, she's gone dark since she became captain, it's a lot of ≈ork. Unfortunately she's the one ≈ith the details, I just remember her telling me about it ≈hile her teeth ≈ere in my neck. #violence ?
Sometimes I remember your smile I remember how we were like I always hated your lusus Cruel and strict You were kind Sweet You were so sweet I wish we didn't end up this way I wish you were okay We spent so much time together When did we become worsen off? I dont know if to cry or not Never thought it would be like this I miss someone who was too weak for this place He lives But we are both different Reminiscence of before It feels like a tear I want to love you like I did I want to not feel scared It is hollow to mourn the living #writing #poetry
Ah.. - um - I was only - there - the last night but - I guess - A fox in red - was I - Or - Fox.. - Um - It was nice - it was dirty - I would have - gotten better - but it was - nice > https://files.catbox.moe/zj4e7d.png #outglutmasquerade #blood
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Debating if I should content warnings for Profor's character.. thinking about it))
I might be having s panic attack #outglutmasquerade
Deep 8reaths! Do you need medical assistance? I'm on my way!
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>> Are you okay? <:))
>> Gotcha gotcha.. ¡'m gonna DM you okay?
Sugar stars One Two Three Collecting like pages Another for the collection Four Five Six "Love" as little stars If I collect enough Will I understand it? Seven Eight Nine It doesn't matter I'll keep these in a jar "Love" is sweet Is it not? #writing #poetry
It's probably obvious by now, but I'm a huge fan of your work!
Dont pity me - im just - very - nervous - The past four - posts are all my poems - ... - on your account - I am happy you like them >
I think there's a bit of a cultural difference and you’re might be reading a bit too much into it! I just repost whatever I like! If that happens to be one particular author, then that's that!
Perhaps it was an idiotic desire. She always wanted to dance; She would be up on stage and perform for everyone to see. She would be graceful and loved for her skill. Every time she woke, reality set in the end. She was no dancer nor could she ever try to be without worrying about what would happen... ------ Never - escaping - drafts I think - Why - are - names- so hard > #writing
bad dreams - Oddly - it was when - I was - awake - this - time - How - ... - Queer - and - confusing > #dreams
Um - ... - the character I related to died - in the third episode - but I have - a new one - ... - please dont die >
I started - a series - I - think - I like it - quite a bit - ... - One of - the characters - is very - ... - Relatable >
Lusuii are strange. Less of a writing and more of an analysis this time. I have always enjoyed studying them. Dropping my own voice as an author to actually express more. I have met many lusuii big and small. Sadly, I don't ever have photos of them. This might be a mistake, but I feel lighter than before for some reason. The first lusus I have ever met by myself was quite odd. It was an digitigrade type. It had six legs but it wasn't an type of an insectoid. It had four eyes on each side of its head. It reminded me of an subspecies of hopbeast. Its eyes were on its head such it is typical of prey. Its ears were straight and twitchy. It looked as if it had seen the horrors. Petrified in fear and it was lanky for its limbs. Awkward looking in such a way. It was a medium sized lusus based on other species. Its blood was bronze in color. The coloring seemed to be quite.. off. Its eyes had been as black as coals! The specimen unfortunately died before I could ever try to find what it was. I wanted to learn more about it. It was so pretty in its own way. But that is the cycle of life. #writing #lusustalk
Lusii co+me in such a variety. I do+ no+t think we will ever find an end to+ their differences and similarities. Even beasts we catego+rize to+gether can be co+mpletely unique fro+m o+ne ano+ther.
Could - I get - writing theme for something? > #writing
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Blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Aren't you ever so divine? Looking down upon us all like nothing Meaningless gears in a machine Nothing but maddening madness As I grasp at straws for understanding Nothing but a blight is what I want to be Nothing but a blight is what I need to be Oh if I was a blight I would be the worst that I could be If I drive myself insane- I'll drag you down with me As I won't stop until I see agony upon you. As blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Discontent grows like a plague Truly a mother's son I am I am my mother's son Blight and strain I want to be I am my mother's son Aren't you ever so divine? Looking down upon us all like nothing Nothing but venom in the end Maddening madness enough to drive the whole world insane! But haven't you already done that? As you are nothing but a blight Venom until the end Nothing but teeth and claws Nothing but a blight is what I want to be Nothing but a blight is what I need to be As blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood... #writing #gore #poetry
Ah - sorry - fell - asleep - um - good night! - how.. - is everyone >
c< iM alrigHt, HOw abOut yOu? >c
okay - I left with Monroe? - uh - I scared your friend - by accident >
c< OH? wHicH frieNd? i was prObably 2 busy figHtiN 2 NOtice, last NigHt >c
c< aH, tHat MaKes seNse, tHey sHOuld be fiNe, tHOugH >c
c< i MeaN, i tHiNK sO! tHeyve bOuNced bacK frOM wOrse, if MeMOry serves >c
I - should - get probably - get a new - outfit - for fightnight - ... - I go - a lot so - maybe I should - Figure out - something nice that blood can get on - ... - Just.. - Dreaming I - Guess > #fightnight
Stunned to - learn i - seemed to - have grasp - the feelings of - having a - mother perfectly - Should I - worry about - everyone >
Mother may I? Mother Oh Mother May I join you please? I promise to be good Mother may I? Oh Mother may I? I swear that I'll be good Mother mother Please I promise I'll be good Mama Is my writing good? I tried to be like you If I do it better Will you love me more? Mama Mama Do I have to see her alone? She scares me Mama Mama I learned to sing Do you like it? Mother Mother I promise I'll be good I won't break anything May I come with? Mama please I'm good i swear Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone If I learn how to sing better Will you stay? Mama Mama Please ---- I - find - Mother's day - to be confusing - It has been - stuck in my pan - for days - Likely - depressing - but it might be the lack of sleep > #writing #poetry
Even without having the proper cultural context around motherhood, you've... you've seemed to grasp it perfectly.
Well it is not always like this of course. But it is a feeling many people with mothers have had, and a feeling anyone with a mother can picture.
Sometimes I forget things- I'm particularly horrible at names. I remember faces very well though. I remember the faces of those I have wronged and those that I loved for longer than most seemingly. I can't remember someone. her face nor her name have vanished. I can't remember if her hair was red like someone I knew or she had painted her horns in red patterns. I remember her warmth in contrast of how cold she was. She left often and long. I can't recall if why she loved yellow. I remember her disgust at me. She hadn't been the first to be disgusted. It hurt less than when she told loud words with no respite on my end. I don't remember why she told me about an lusus that I grew obsessive over. Pessimistic was the word for her. Death was ingrained into every fiber of my beinf from her. Death loomed and she would be dead by the time that my untimely death would happen. I remember pairs of horns. I remember her voice being deep. I remember all of that, but I can't remember her face. I can't remember what she liked to wear. I can't remember what she liked to eat. I can't remember her sign. I can't remember more than anything that she existed. It feels like a blotch in my memory. She lived. She existed- She was around. Was she actually an woman? Or am I filling in blanks from the assumption that everyone I was close to at the time was a woman, so she had to be one too? Was that even true? I am not sure. I am selfish in that way. I want to know everything. I want to understand. I want to devour the world and all that it contains #writing