The Signless, The Sufferer

THIS WORTHLESS MESSAGING SYSTEM ISNT FUCKING WORKING.

SO YOU’RE MY ANCESTOR HUH? WHAT THE FUCK EVER, WE GOT A JOB TO DO AND I GUESS WE HAVE TO DO IT.

YOU READY TO MEET CRABDAD AND GET THIS WHOLE HORRID EXPERIENCE OVER WITH?

AND I SUPP9SE Y9U ARE MY DESCENDANT.

I AM READY. H9W D9 Y9U EXPECT ME T9 N9T 6E READY T9 SEE THE LUSUS I NEVER G9T T9 HAVE?

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LOOK, I WASN’T GIVEN EVERYONES FUCKING LIFE STORY. LET’S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH BEFORE WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY OBNOXIOUS DANCESTOR.

FINE.

SHALL I MEET Y9U AT Y9UR 6L9CK 9R IN THE C9URT?

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I WILL JUST MEET YOU THERE. IT WILL BE EASIER THAT WAY.

VERY WELL.

#crabtured #w4c1

THIS WORTHLESS MESSAGING SYSTEM ISNT FUCKING WORKING.

SO YOU’RE MY ANCESTOR HUH? WHAT THE FUCK EVER, WE GOT A JOB TO DO AND I GUESS WE HAVE TO DO IT.

YOU READY TO MEET CRABDAD AND GET THIS WHOLE HORRID EXPERIENCE OVER WITH?

AND I SUPP9SE Y9U ARE MY DESCENDANT.

I AM READY. H9W D9 Y9U EXPECT ME T9 N9T 6E READY T9 SEE THE LUSUS I NEVER G9T T9 HAVE?

crabtured

LOOK, I WASN’T GIVEN EVERYONES FUCKING LIFE STORY. LET’S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH BEFORE WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY OBNOXIOUS DANCESTOR.

FINE.

SHALL I MEET Y9U AT Y9UR 6L9CK 9R IN THE C9URT?

#crabtured #w4c1

==> Kassim: Meet An Old Friend

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Well this was all rather…strange. The complex had taken a greater hold on his friend’s morals than he’d imagined and Almeis was unsure how to feel about it. Granted, he himself had changed far too much for the worse but he had eons under the torture of the Condesce and Nashir had not been easy when breaking him.

But this? This would take some getting used to and the psionic powered troll took a deep breath. “I see…Kassim, I feel that perhaps…as much as it pains me to say this and although I may be blank in the face I do mean that, it might be apt to start again.”

There was a small pause as he met the other troll’s line of sight, trying to hopefully find some means for Kassim to undersand why he was doing this. “Much has changed and we are not the same trolls. It would be foolish to simply assume our relationship could continue from how we left it…I am sorry.” This wasn’t meant to sound like a break up, but something about it really did and that in itself unsettled Almeis a great deal. This sweet mutant had been a life changing meeting but right now it was too much to see him again. Especially with how different the two of them were. It was just too much.

"The last thing I wish to happen is for us to resent one another because we have broken pushers over what the other used to be."

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As Almeis spoke Kassim, for what was probably the first time in his life, found himself without words. He just listened as his friend talked and the words "start again" consumed his head like a flame to a piece of paper.

And though those two words were all he could think of he made a concerted effort to focus on the rest of what his friend was saying. He looked into Almeis's eyes, an almost blank expression on his face. Kassim was so caught off guard by all of this that he did not quite know how to feel. He had just never expected Almeis to say these words. Even if they had quite a few differences from their old selves Kassim had still thought they could pick up where they left off, but he supposed that was not how things would go now.

He slowly reacted his hand from Almeis's shoulder and gave a somber smile when his friend finished speaking. "This is not a break up, this is not a break up, this is not a break up," he kept telling himself in his head to keep the words he would speak as calm as possible. "I have to admit that I did not expect this . . . but now that I have heard what you have to say I think you might be right."

"So," he looked down and then back up, "let us start again. Hello, my name is Kassim Vantas. It is a pleasure to meet you." He tired to give Almeis a pleasant smile but was afraid he was still a bit too shaken from having to "start again" to give that good of a smile. He had known Almeis for so long and starting over just did not settle well in his stomach.

THIS WORTHLESS MESSAGING SYSTEM ISNT FUCKING WORKING.

SO YOU’RE MY ANCESTOR HUH? WHAT THE FUCK EVER, WE GOT A JOB TO DO AND I GUESS WE HAVE TO DO IT.

YOU READY TO MEET CRABDAD AND GET THIS WHOLE HORRID EXPERIENCE OVER WITH?

AND I SUPP9SE Y9U ARE MY DESCENDANT.

I AM READY. H9W D9 Y9U EXPECT ME T9 N9T 6E READY T9 SEE THE LUSUS I NEVER G9T T9 HAVE?

#crabtured #w4c1 #submission

Begin With Me

Kassim’s moaning was music to Annora’s ears. She knew she must have been doing something right, or else he wouldn’t have been reacting in such a way. Or so it seemed, at least. Everyone had always told her that reactions were supposed to be magical, to feel so incredible that they could barely even be contained.

Not only was it a great feeling to hear her master’s reactions, but it was also nice to shift some of her focus onto the stroking he gave her horns. Clearly they had much more to do than just servicing each other’s horns and even putting mouths to bulges, but it was a nice way to get herself eased into the process.

What was that quality that Redglare heard in The Signless’s voice? Perhaps he never wanted her sucking on his bulge to end? Oh well. The sucking had to stop eventually. This was such a good time, it almost made Annora wish she had done it earlier. Then those fingers, from those wonderful hands touched her head again, and her blood pusher was soaring.

"Well, is there a chance that I could see what it is like to have done for me what I just did for you?" she smiled. "You looked like you were having a really great time."

"Of course," he said, smiling. He loved to give almost as much as he loved to receive.

Kassim helped her up onto the bed and then slid down onto his knees. He situtated himself between her legs. He decided to just tease Annora a bit and ran his hands up and down her thighs, getting closer and closer to her bulge each time. Finally, when his hands touched her bulge he encircled the base of it with his thumb and index finger to steady it.

It was no secret that Kassim had a gifted tongue (both when it came to preaching and other activities) and he decided to use it. He ran his tongue along the folds of her nook and the length of her bulge. He circled Annora's cool bulge with his tongue then devoured it. Kassim took the whole thing into his mouth and sucked.

He found it so hot to have Annora's bulge in his mouth, his pusher was beating a mile a minute and his bulge was beyond hard up. He wanted to palm at his bulge with his free hand but decided against it and instead used his free hand to tease at Annora's nook. Kassim ran his thumb along the folds of her nook and then inserted a finger.

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Something about Kassim told Annora that he may have done this before, but not in a very long time at least. It was like an aura he had about him, something in his movements composed mostly of excitement started to become clear to Annora, and that excited her a great deal.

The way Kassim groaned let Redglare know that she was most likely doing something right. So, as expected, she started to give him even more. The deeper his bulge entered into her mouth, the better it felt. Everything was pretty novel to her. She had probably gotten her horns rubbed before but she hardly remembered any of that, and she definitely had never tasted another troll’s bulge in her mouth.

Annora’s senses were wired in such a way that the color of his bulge started to cloud her head, though it wasn’t directly in front of her face. Color seemed to be irresistible to her, if it was the right kind of color of course. Closing her eyes, she moaned with Kassim’s bulge still in her mouth. For a little while longer, she sucked on the bulge and then released it. Her blood pusher was beating the fastest it had in a long time.

As Annora took his bulge deeper and deeper he groaned again, though this time he did it more quietly then before. His hands swirled around her horns in a motion that made his wrists hurt but he did not care. He wanted to give back what he was getting.

As she sucked on Kassim's hard bone bulge he could not help but latch onto her horns and moan wantonly. He wanted to stay like this forever, with Annora's cool mouth around his bulge and her moans letting him know she was enjoying it as much as he was.

When she let go of his bulge he almost whined but instead he just exhaled in a vaguely sigh-like manner and looked down at Annora. He ran his fingers through her short messy hair.

Kassim asked her, "Would you like me to return the favor or will you continue?" Perhaps sucking her bulge and/or nook was not as fun as having his bulge sucked but it was still a good time. It would be a pleasure to reciprocate.

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Another major part of being a legislacerator was never showing fear or weakness or uncertainty. It was crucial to at least look confident at all times. No one must know that there is room for compromise. No one must see that even the law has its blind spots…

She was very much enjoying the feeling of his fingers in her nook, and she wondered if they could get deeper in. Perhaps they could explore further… that would probably be happening a little bit later. For now she had the opportunity to have a taste of Kassim. When the perception of color came from taste, she realized she could have a lot of fun with sexual experiences. Fun that other, sighted trolls would never get to have. She took her hand off of his bulge and took her mouth of of his horn.

"I will take you up on that offer," she smiled, a trail of teal saliva between her mouth and his horn. "But… if it tastes too nice I may just suck on it like candy… or maybe just eat you up."

She brought her head down to his crotch and his bulge was right in front of her face, saying hello like a strange little creature, and there was fascination in Redglare’s dead eyes. She started licking it slowly, tickling it with her tongue…

And then, the licks grew faster and soon she had a small portion of the bulge in her mouth. It tasted incredible, even better than it smelled. She felt enchanted by it, mesmerized. It was so red. So impossibly red. She gave a little moan with the bulge still in her mouth.

He smirked at her comment of "I may just suck on it like candy." Now he was sure that he was going to enjoy this.

As Annora moved out of her current position on top of him Kasssim's fingers were removed from her nook and his hands helped to guide her to her intended target. He sat up and settled his hands on her horns once she was in position.

When she started out with solely licking he clamped down on her horns and his legs quavered ever so slightly. He would not be able to take such teasing for an extended period of time, what whit him being somewhat out of practice due to him being only recently resurrected.

But as the licks grew faster he knew that she was did not intend to tease him the whole way through. He leaned his head back and groaned in pleasure as Annora took his bulge into her delightfully cool mouth. And as she continued he stroked her horns, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs.

He could not remember the last time he had done this, his last days had been so long and wearing that it seemed they had eroded and/or replaced some of his happier memories.

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Annora could tell what he was trying to do. After all, it was the master’s role to lead which was probably for the best. She would follow his lead. With an excited smile she grasped the bulge in her hand, grabbing his horn with equal force and strength using the other hand. Though she couldn’t see him in the literal sense, she stared him in the eyes.

She would leave no room for keeping calm. Her sharp glare was paralyzing, and even though those ruby eyes could see nothing at all it was like they could see anything and everything.

Squeezing the bulge, she smiled. She could smell the red very strongly, and soon her own hand would smell of wild cherries. With every stroke and squeeze and tug she became more familiar with touching someone else’s bulge.

Now she had an idea of what she was dealing with. She could squeeze out everything, and it would all spill out in front of her. Meanwhile she was still a servant to the law.

"You have a handsome bulge…" she said. "I wonder if it actually tastes like I imagine it might." She put the tip of his horn in her mouth as if to show how she might handle his bulge in a few moments, if he would allow her.

Kassim found her cherry red eyes to be utterly mesmerizing. It was like she held him in a trance and he could feel her eyes piercing down into his very soul. It made him almost shake at what she might do to him.

As Annora stroked his bulge and horn he could not help but let out a few breathy moans. Her touch was inexperienced but ravishing nonetheless. And, he reveled in the fact that he now had someone within the complex that he could share this sort of connection with. Before he had contemplated abstaining but now that Annora had him here like this he hardly thought abstinence was logical.

Kassim had always been a very sexually active troll. He was more passionate than most and it was fortunate that The Disciple could keep up with him. And sometimes, it was fortunate he could keep up with her.

While Annora was handling his bulge he continued to stroke the folds of her nook and curl his fingers inside of her. He wanted to return the joy she was giving him. He did not want to take more than he was giving.

"Thank you," he coolly replied to her compliment. "If you are so interested in its taste then perhaps it would be in the best interest of investigation for you to give it a lick, or several," he said all in one breath trying not to concentrate too much on his horn in her mouth or her hand on his bulge.

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Redglare had the suspect right where she wanted him. While she may not have had the highest position of authority, she still felt that there were certain opportunities she could grab by the horns, and so she would express such strong enthusiasm. She could feel the troll breaking under the pressure of her questioning, her digging, her determination.

She knew she was starting to get to him. Was he perhaps as inexperienced as she was? She knew of his love for the Disciple, but she never witnessed them sharing a moment like this one. Did he dedicate himself to his preaching like Annora dedicated herself to her own work?

It might have been due to her unfamiliarity with pailing with another troll that she was not quite as excited as he was.

She remembered wanting to get to the interesting parts. She was ready and willing, and she wanted to be responsible for something big. Something major.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you again for bringing me here…"

Those sacred leggings were coming off. As the clothes slid down, she traced her hand over his chest. Something bright red revealed itself and she reveled in its scent, excited for when the moment came that she would touch it wholeheartedly and explore the bulge and nook of someone else.

Only her own fingers had ever touched her nook. A wetness was already starting to form. She arched her back up as he delivered his touch, and she took him by the horns with both hands.

"I wonder if your smell will rub off on me," she said, "it was always my favorite…"

It was beginning to get difficult to keep her own bulge in. The tip of it poked out, and the rest threatened to slide out of her wet nook.

He did often prefer to work as opposed to pail but he was not nearly as inexperienced as Annora. He had pailed with The Disciple many times. However that had been sweeps and sweeps ago. So it is no wonder why he had a bit more enthusiasm than the average troll.

"It was my pleasure," was all he could say in response to her gratitude.

Kassim savored how she ran her hands across his chest and almost expected her to scratch there.

The Disciple ran her hands across his bare chest and then sank her nails into his skin producing trails of bright red in their wake. Kassim in return bit down on her neck, drawing out her olive blood into his mouth.

This thought left him as Annora arched at his touch. He loved it when he was able to get such responses out of her but he loved it even more when she grabbed his horns like that. He moaned and inserted an extra digit into her nook then curled them up into her.

With his free hand he guided one of her hands to his bulge hoping she would get the right idea. His bulge was not aching just yet but he did not want it to start any time soon.

I GUESS WE ARE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING WORK TOGETHER ON SOME CUSTODIAN HOOFBEAST SHIT RIGHT?

YES, IT SEEMS THAT IS WHAT THE FUCKING A.I. WANTS.

#crabtured #taurus event

Happy Easter from TBCSTUCK!

Begin With Me

Never had Annora known she would ever crave the love and touch of another troll. This was what she had been missing over the sweeps. Someone wanted her, needed her so much that he could barely even keep his bulge inside. She appreciated such eagerness.

As a young legislacerator at the beginning of her career, Annora’s eyes were bright and she had a happy glow about her. She was eager to bring justice to criminals, to enforce the law. All the training was over and done with, and now she just wanted to build up her experiences. She wanted to begin.

Comfort and passion were such a great combination. She brought her head forward again and took a deep sniff and her eyes fluttered open. With her strong sense of smell she could see his head by her nipple and his hand on her other breast, and between those that his bulge was starting to reveal itself. She smiled to herself and started teasing his nook over his pants with two fingers. She locked her legs around his lap, smiling at him, her eyes staring.

She pulled herself in closer. The support he gave her was amazing, but there was always room for more.

"I’m so happy to be here," she whispered, licking one of his horns. It tasted bright, like peaches and mangoes.

As he felt her hand on his nook, even with his sacred leggings in the way, he could not help but gasp around her nipple. He was unable to stop his bone bulge from then fully unsheathing. The Sufferer's bulge was now somewhat painfully straining against his sacred leggings.

His sacred leggings had always gotten in the way. Many times when he was pailing with The Disciple she would simply rip them off of him. And while he enjoyed her enthusiasm The Dolorosa was never happy about having to mend his pants.

Kassim backed away from her chest for a moment to take a calming breath. And then his calmness was totally shattered by the lick Annora delivered to his horn. He felt like he was just about to melt onto the floor in a puddle of pure desire. "I am even happier to be here," he said, his words almost a moan.

With one hand Kassim unzipped the side of his leggings and then rolled the fabric down to the point where it exposed most of his bulge. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He then kissed Annora deeply and laid back on the bed, bringing her down with him. One of his hands moved to her nook, stoking it's folds gently and then inserting a finger. Meanwhile Kassim's other had rubbed up and down Annora's back and then went to squeeze her rump.

Easter Event

1. Favorite Canon line if there is one, for ancestors, write out a sentence in their quirk.

I AM ANGRY 6ECAUSE I F9RGIVE Y9U.

2. Memorable moment in the complex involving your muse:

Kassim going to the communal cells and preaching.

3. Some of your favorite Characters in the complex (Name 2 or 5 and give a small reason why or you can skip this if you don’t want to pick):

Voland Ampora: I like him because he seems like quite the charmer, not to mention he has a lovely quirk/style of speaking

Almeis Captor: He's played perfectly considering all that he's been though in his life.

4. Memorable moment in the complex involving other muses:

Horuss's and Dirk's thread.

5: Upload some fanart you like of your pairing (source if possible:)

(source)

6: Favorite Complex Event:

The Easter Event

7: Pick a part of the about section you like:

"Trolls who assume the role of Master are branded with an [M] (in Alternian Daedric) on the front of their neck in order to identify them. Masters are in charge of a slave whom they will engage in sexual acts to fill buckets with genetic material [GM]. They then give the buckets to the [MAD] for processing."

8: Favorite rule:

"The Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. Don’t be passive-aggressive, do not start arguments in the group and try your best to get along. Basically, don’t be a bulgemuncher."

9: List some songs that you’d use for your character’s playlist:

Stand Up by Flobots, Wretches And Kings by Linkin Park, and Re-Education (Through Labor) by Rise Against

10: desired quadrants alongside your pairing (i.e if your character is in a red quad, who would you want in their blackquad?)

Almeis<>Kassim

Nashir<3<Kassim

#Easter Event

==> Kassim: Meet An Old Friend

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The-what?

Almeis looked utterly shocked for a moment, surprised that the signless of all people would come out with such a thing. He had started this meeting with his old friend under the impression that he himself would be the one with the more absurd revelations in his life however this? Now this was something he had never envisioned and frankly he was unsure how to react at first, if at all.

For the moment, he just stared blankly, opening his mouth as if to say something before shaking his head and simply sighing a little. “Whilst I am shocked, it is not my place at all to judge what you do with your quadrants now that you have chosen to taken them. I do not know whom is in this complex but if you are happy and..yes, well..I am not going to delve further into the goings on of your red romances, Kassim.” Almeis stated, deciding that it was best he stayed as far away as possible from that. Still, he was deeply saddened in a way, but much had changed with him, so it was unsurprising that his dear friend had changed too. He hoped the Disciple had found happiness too in her own way.

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His heart sank at Almeis's shocked expression. He knew it must be a surprise, not only that Kassim was not with the Disciple, but also that he was now taking quadrants of all things. He looked down at his shoes unsure of what to say to his friend's reaction. He already felt so guilty about these things, Almeis's reaction only served to increase that guilt.

As his friend spoke Kassim was gladdened by the fact that Almeis was not going to judge him for his choice of matesprite. Though at the same time The Sufferer could tell by his friends tone that he was not exactly happy with the arrangement either. He looked back up at Almeis and said, "Thank you for not judging, friend."

He carefully laid a hand on Almeis's shoulder and siad, "I Admit, I feel guilty for giving in to this fucking complex's wants by taking a slave. But at the time I could not resist. Annora was so gaunt and pitiable, she surely would have died had I left her there yet another day." Kassim said this mostly for his benefit rather than the benefit of anyone else.

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Annora felt so criminal as she kept kissing him, in the most amazing of ways. Like she was doing something that always felt so wrong, but now felt so, so right. Any thoughts that might scold her or try to tell her she was degenerating for giving into temptation were pushed way to the back of her mind, out of her way.

She would sometimes give into temptation during her days as a legislacerator. Occasionally, she would fill a bucket if she had to. Though she never had anyone to fill it with her, she would pleasure herself until the pail was filled with her own teal juices. She remembered the process quite well. Fingers in her nook, a hand on her bulge, she knew exactly what she wanted and how to provide it for herself.

This time it would be different though, for the teal of her juices would mix with another color of another troll’s. Someone else would be bringing her that pleasure. And who was she to say no to a set of rules presented to her?

Kassim’s gentle stroke made her want to melt, to melt down and penetrate his every pore. She wanted the ultimate closeness to Kassim. She wanted to be even closer, to make their brand new love grow ever fast and strong. The sensory delight of his touch on her back was joined by the taste of his mouth. She could taste the color of his blood. It tasted just like the love and kindness that she knew was inside him.

Feeling her body lose any rigidity it could possibly still have, Annora let her master position her. She never knew how it felt to be kissed in such a place, since no one had ever planted kisses there before. She never knew what it was like to have her nipple sucked, since it had never been done to her before. One nipple in his mouth and the other in his blessed hand, she leaned her head back and gasped slowly.

Noticing her hands were free, Redglare decided to throw in a few moves of her own. She took one hand to each horn and started to stroke them both, rubbing up and down the length of the horns and then rubbing their rounded tops. She looked at him with her bright scarlet eyes, breathing in and out as evenly as possible so she wouldn’t lose his scent.

As she gasped and threw her head back he almost bit down on her nipple. So Kassim was not the over eager one after all. But, damn was he getting hot whit her there in his lap so eager and practically arching into his every touch. It was all making his bone bulge ever so slowly creep out of his nook and Kassim could not control it at all.He had not felt like this since his first time.

He had been terribly nervous as this was his first time, not to mention his first time with The Disciple of all trolls. He did not want to disappoint but as they continued to make out he found himself losing his cool much faster than The Disciple. He just could not keep his bulge sheathed no matter how hard he tried. He somehow thought this would upset The Disciple but he soon found that she liked it when he was so eager.

He could only hope Annora would like how over-eager he could get.

He repositioned himself so that his mouth was on her other nipple and his hand was where his mouth had just been. While he did this his free hand ran up an down her back, both supporting her and comforting her. He wanted to dip his hand down between them and let his hand pleasure her but Kassim was afraid that if he let go of her back she would slip right off of his lap.

==> Kassim: Meet An Old Friend

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“I’m going to hurt you…so very much….” he sighed, looking deep into his dear friends eyes. Kassim was such a bleeding heart that it made him want to throttle the mutant to the point that Kassim would pass out and perhaps shut up with such utter shit. However, he’d never really hurt him. Even now. Even after all this time apart, that had not changed and so Almeis very gently smoothed a hand on the other’s head and looked him directly in the eyes…well…as best as he could anyway.

“If you happen to say sorry again to me I will have to revert back to my age old vows of threatening to never talk to you again. What I went through does not matter right now. You are safe, I am mostly cared for and you are in my company. That in itself is a joyous thing, don’t you think?” He asked, papping the other’s cheek a little. My, this was getting awfully pale awfully fast.Then again, they were like re-united pale lovers in that sense. Though he was well aware they had never officially stepped anywhere near a quadrant in the past or even discussed such a thing.

Sighing a bit, he glanced over his shoulder before moving his hand away from Kassim. Almeis had never been overally affectionate and he wasn’t likely to start anytime soon. Particularly now when he was fresh from that moronic voodoo ritual. “So..if you are a master, you are with a slave, I assume?”