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Your name is AESHMA MAKARA and you are currently DECEASED. Not that you particularly mind. From where you're sitting (on your bloodied throne, if only in an old memory), everything is pretty dandy. Besides, that is, VERY CONSTANT BOREDOM. Independant Grand Highblood Roleplay Blog (Currently in the works)

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mmmmmmmmmmm~

PLEASE?

would love to come visit again~

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SURE BROTHER

we got shit we gotta get ta talkin bout anyway~

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motherfuck i need someone to pin me down and pail me till i aint got a think in my pan.

ANY MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA TAKE THE OFFER?

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;o)

all ya gotta do is ask

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interestin fact for those of you what didn’t know

DEPENDIN ON AGE OF THE TROLL

and sturdiness and structure of the horn

AND OF THE MOTHERFUCKIN NUGBONE

horns can in fact motherfuckin twist

TWIST THEMSELVES RIGHT THE FUCK OFF A MOTHERFUCKER’S HEAD

takes some practice ta get the motion just right though

OTHERWISE IT SPLINTERS LIKE WOOD

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[koirail]

SAVES LIVES WITH THIS

[themessiahs]

So I’ve been fucking preached to about before. Ironic fucking ly, by another of mine Ancestors. The pattern ain’t got to failing me yet, I’ll cease the particular thinkin’ when it gets to be fucking corrected. For now, yet to see an Ancestor that ain’t carried the title of Grand Highblood at least once.

I wish to be thinking the fucking same, but all the fuck truthfully mine alternates just get to falling into two categories. The ones that get their pans rotting mother fucking daily with sopor, and the ones that ain’t.

Stuck up in them fucking bubbles? Got my forgetting on that’s the case most of the fucking time, with bein’ in a timeline that didn’t suffer such a fucking fate.

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HATE TA BE PREACHIN THE SAME THING TWICE. if you ain’t learnin the first time then it’s your motherfuckin problem anyway

CORRECT YOU MAY BE, but there are also fuckers what call themselves grand that ain’t my alts. TITLE LIKE THAT IS A LINE OF SUCCESSION DICTATED BY MIRTHFUL SLAUGHTER. trial by motherfuckin combat. COURSE THERE’S A FEW WHAT HAVE BEATEN MINE OWN SELF. though it didn’t happen in my own timeline

MOTHERFUCK IF YOU AIN’T CONCISE AND MOROSE BOTH. guessin the one i met does fall in the former category, THOUGH HE AIN’T SEEMIN NEAR SO ROTTED AS YOU MIGHT ALL UP AND SUSPECT.

stuck ain’t quite the word to use. BUBBLES SEEM TA ALL UP AND BE MY FORTE. though i gotta go find my company outside of mirth folk. JUST ABOUT THE ONLY REAL DOWNSIDE TA BEIN DEAD. all the fuckers i’ve met are multiples of a set, AND CONVERSATIONS ARE GETTIN REAL DULL ONCE YOU GET PAST THE HOWS AND WHYS OF ALL THEIR DIFFERENT DEATHS. though your alts are few and far between in the bubbles, WHICH MIGHT BE THE REASON I GOT CURIOSITY STIRRIN SO MOTHERFUCKIN HARD ON THINESELF IN PARTICULAR

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Mine Ancestor, to be assuming. Been a fucking while since got a talking on with fucking one.

Then of which, quite of all honors to get the meetings. You head of a Church, if you don’t mind a fucker asking :o?

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assumptions are dangerous

LUCKILY THEY IS ALSO UP AND CORRECT

been talkin at a few of thine alts recently

THEY ARE VARIED AS ALTS OF MINE OWN SELF TO BE SURE

course i am the head of church

NOT THAT THERE IS BEIN NO PROPER CHURCH ANYMORE, WHAT WITH ME BEIN DEAD AND ALL THAT SHIT

but ain’t sure what the fuck else i’d have that title for, if not for that shit

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Keep reading

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Kurloz is responding delightfully now, and he can see the realization dawn on his face, the liveliness come back to him in a manner closer to what he wants. But for the moment, he keeps up gentle. His free hand glides along Kurloz’s body, grazing claws in warning that he doesn’t quite make good on.

He can feel blood drip past his fingers as he pleasures the little troll’s damaged nook, gentler now. His lips leave stinging marks on Kurloz’s collarbones, claiming him as his idly roaming hand roams along the other’s damaged spine.

He has to wonder just.. How much that shit hurts. His claws sink in viciously, as if he might slice clean through Kurloz’s spine, but he is calculated in his injury, simply testing out the scope of the other’s burned nerves. As well as his pain tolerance.

“Pretty mumbled words ain’t meanin much without words to back them up, now are they?” He sounds all sorts of self satisfied as he speaks those words against the other’s flesh before sinking his teeth in for real.

He pulls away with blood on his lips and lets up on the pain once more, not stopping his movements in Kurloz’s nook even for a second. His own bulge is unsheathing below the little troll with the smell, the the taste, the motherfucking feel of him so heated going straight to the core of the ancient troll’s being.

And then he pulls away completely, simply holding Kurloz in place, fingers barely playing along the slit of his nook teasingly. “So you best motherfucking SPEAK UP.” His expression is something resembling the king on his throne listening to the same peasant’s tale for the last time before he chops off the fucker’s head. Blasphemers denying such has long gotten old. But he’ll give the little one a chance.

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Sugarslime

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You shudder, whine softly and press against his claws against your horn. The pain was dizzying but it felt so nice, especially since you knew you’d heal from everything eventually.

There were times when you hated immortality but now was not one of them.

You shiver again as he presses claws to your neck, razor sharp things that could rend your flesh from your bones. And then they sink in, harsh and unforgiving and you gasp and whimper in pain before giggling and moaning softly. Your blood dripped slower, like syrup from your veins.

“i got so much respect at you b-brother~ PLEASE DO WITH US AS YOU MOTHERFUCKIN WILL.” Your body arches up against his claws, digging his claws into your flesh.

You would not have minded being torn limb from limb by this enormous, magnificent troll.

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You purr as he presses into your claws, what a pretty toy he’ll make. You gotta find his limit though, and so at his words you grin wide and dig in hard, make a shit ton of pricks all along his neck, threatening to get deep enough to bleed him out if he ain’t careful.

“As if I’d all up and do otherwise.” Your other hand moves from his horn to rend at his clothes. You wanna see his body, very possibly carve your own mark in his flesh to seal him as yours. If, that is, he’s actually motherfucking worthy. You haven’t decided yet, not quite.

He is so eager though, for all he smells of spun sugar and oversweet grape, you can’t help but want to dig your claws wherever he’s plushest, at his hips, his thighs, scrape a nice long line to his ass, still wondering at how he don’t smell like blood but like fucking candy.

Unsatisfactory, to say the least. But you’ll get your fun outta him yet.

[nobodytoldthehorse]

Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

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But that’s the truth most of the time

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Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

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But that’s the truth most of the time

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I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WON’T think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it.

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oh my god do i seriously have to add my immortal to the fucking tag blocker thing im a good person i didnt ask for this

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me: I hate me: *doesn’t finish sentence but it is still accurate*

[shittyrpstartersforpp]

Send me ‘HC’ + a word and I’ll tell you a headcanon about my muse(s) based on it.

[zhinico]

how often do you sin?

☐ i dont sin ☐ i sin a little ☐ i sin sometimes ☐ i sin a lot ☑ im sinning right now

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iragin started following you

sup motherfucker

I’M THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD

how goes?

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@chromaticapocrypha started following you

Good mother of fuckin’ evening, or whatever the fucking time gets to be having itself up around your mother fuckin’ place. Thanks for gettin’ your mirthful follows the fuck on.

Name is Gamzee Makara, at your mother of fucking services. Pleasure to be meetin’ you.

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sup motherfucker

ALWAYS NICE TA BE WELCOMED BY MIRTHFULS

goin by the grand highblood

AIN’T MUCH LIKIN FUCKERS I AIN’T KNOWIN USIN MY HATCH NAME