TREMBLE IN THE WAKE OF OUR GLORIOUS FAITH

Your hatch name no longer matters, as you have finally ascended to the throne as THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD. O, Your Eternal Mirth, King of the Clowns, what will you do? {(indie young!GHB rp blog.)} under construction.

[kingofclowns]

{( well. that's really fucking discouraging. i finally get an rp blog made that people might legit want to interact with and that's what i attract. good to fucking know. i'm so goddamn done.

and i could unfollow them! i could get rid of them from my dash so far as that, except that damn near every fucking one else i interact with and / or follow also interacts with them, so i'm screwed. and i'm ever so slightly torn because of the mun =/= muse thing that i very thoroughly believe in but these receipts aint so much about the muse in question, and the mun is shady as shit.

i'm probably overreacting, but first fucking thing? first motherfucking thing that goddamn happens on my blog is this? fuck this. fuck it. 

if grandy decides to come back to me, i'll come back to the blog. if not, sorry. )}

[perchu-deactivated20180224]

lifehack: dont like people? Murder

[kingofclowns]

{( i'm sorry to anyone who has been waiting on me or wondering where i've been. life has been uh. well.

it keeps happening, i guess. heh. hopefully soon i'll get back into the swing and bring grandy here out of his haze. )}

[kingofclowns]

◊

◊ for two lies and a truth

HAVE NEVER BEEN TO WANTING A MOIRAIL IN ALL MY SWEEPS.

AM TO FULLY MOTHERFUCKING BEING OF THE SENTIMENT WHAT ALL SAYS NO KILL IS TO SATISFY AS THE FIRST DOES.

SLEEP SOUNDLY, AND ARE TO DOING SO OFTEN.

[kingofclowns]

Visit Original Link

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[alphadd-blog]

You’re losing me…

I’ve never been one for artistic pursuits, so I’ll take your word on all that.   It stands to reason that stories written in blood would be noticed, so I suppose your approach makes some sense.   Sort of.  

[kingofclowns]

ARE NOT ALL STORIES TO BEING PAINTED IN MOTHERFUCKING BLOOD? LIFE OF THOSE WHO WERE TO LIVING THE SHIT, EVEN LIES ARE TO GIVEN PULSES IN THE BREATH A MOTHERFUCKER WOULD TO SPEND TELLING IT.

AH.

BLOOD WILL NOT TO LIE. NO. MOTHERFUCKER WHAT GETS THEIR CLOTS ANGLED ALL CORRECT WILL TO HEAR THEM AND IF BLESSED SO WILL TO DO RIGHT BY THE GIFT BESTOWED THEM AND PAINT WHEN THEY ARE TO BEING TOLD WHAT GOES UPON THE WALL.

CAN NOT TO BLAME YOU FOR UNARTISTIC INCLINATIONS, THOUGH CAN TO BE SADDENED YET AGAIN. YOU MUST REMAIN UP AND MOTHERFUCKING BORED SOMETHING WICKED.

[kingofclowns]

Teal. Teal. Yellow. Blue. Jade. Teal. Rust. Cobalt. Brown? No, olive. Yes, olive. Olive, olive, olive, rust, rust, rust, cobalt, cobalt, olive, olive, olive, blue, teal, yellow...

You can't paint fast enough. Not at all. Every one of them is murmuring something utterly different and the sound is growing from a dull drone to a roar as you fail to meet the fervor of their voices, fail to place them impeccably against and with each other. The edges where the colors meet are not harmonizing as they should. Something is wrong.

You step back from the wall and your heel finds the remains of a jar, but you can no longer remember if it was one thrown or dropped. Paint drips from your fingertips as you stare down towards the slowly growing little puddle of royal purple pooling beneath your feet.

Fuck it. There's more important shit to worry about. You have plenty of blood in your veins.

The yellow is back to screaming about the light far off in the void of a universe not yet born, one you will never see, and it really isn't clicking with the way the fucking nungreen is all chiding you about being soft more often, the way the rust shit's got it's voice up about impermanence and futility in the face of death. 

You are exhausted. You are not done.

[exitosus-tumorosus-deactivated2]

Ｉｆ  ｙｏｕ  ｔｏｕｃｈ  ｗｈａｔ  ｉｓ

                                                             -M͈͊̄͝i̥̬̠̮̗̜͐ͮ̓͌͋̿ͬ͡n̩̞͍ͥ̌̓̅̓͛e͈̪͈ͭ̂̄ͮ̄ͩ͜.̱̋͡.̄͗ͨ̀̚.̿.̰ͯͮͤͭ̃̐̒.̲͉͍ͮ͛ͦͬ-

І шіll тэаѓ Ўоц іито ріэсэѕ.

                                   And then,

I’ll set the remnants

                                                                                                   [On fire.]

[kingofclowns]

♮✍

♮ - body type

i always picture him a little less. bulky than i often see him drawn? a little more athletic. it isn’t that it doesn’t make sense for him to be, and maybe as he gets older, sure, but right now he’s lean. obviously still muscled, but built a bit more for speed than one might expect; he’s a little faster than most people would want him to be, though he’s definitely got some muscle and definition in his arms from the clubs and from climbing things all of the time when he was really young. there’s a little pooch on the belly, because food is good, and naps when you’re full are good, let’s face it.

✍ - writing style

ah, does this mean. handwriting or the way in which he would put words together if he was going to write a letter or story or something?

mm. his handwriting isn’t exactly elegant, but it is neat unless he’s upset or in a real hurry. it’s also smaller than i’m sure he’d get credit for from a lot of people, because he likes to take up as little space on whatever he’s writing on as possible so that he can fit as much as possible on it.

as for his writing style voice, it isn’t too much different from his manner of speaking, if maybe a bit more formal / “correct”.

[rpmememaker]

Send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's:

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm / keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music / literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favorite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

[kingofclowns]

♦

♦ for two truths and a lie

WAS ONCE TOUCHED BY THE HANDMAID, AND AFTERWARD SPARED. CAN NOT TO BE CERTAIN OF THE EXPERIENCE AND ITS MOTHERFUCKING VALIDITY, BUT WILL NOT TO ACCEPT DOUBT FROM ANOTHER.

BEST WAY TO GET MOTHERFUCKING LEARNING THE WORKINGS OF ANY THING IS TO TEAR IT THE MOTHERFUCK APART AND PIECE IT ALL BACK.

FAVORITE MOTHERFUCKING SHADE IS THAT NUNBLOOD GREEN.

[kingofclowns]

♦

♦ for two truths and a lie

NOISE THAT IS TO COMING FROM THE COLORS IS NIGH ALWAYS A COMFORT.

AM TO HAVING MINE OWN SELF A MOTHERFUCKING DIRE NEED FOR MORE RUST PAINT.

ONCE DEVOURED A DOZEN CLUCKBEASTS WORTH OF HONEY GLAZED MEAT.

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[alphadd-blog]

Generally speaking we don’t paint much.   So you paint with blood?  Huh.  Doesn’t it throw things off when it dries and gets darker?

[kingofclowns]

BLOOD IS TO BEING THE MEDIUM THROUGH WHICH THE WICKED WORD IS TO SPEAKING AT A BROTHER. 

CAN TO, IF NOT WELL PREPARED. THE COLORS SPEAK WHEN WET OR MOTHERFUCKIN DRY, ARE ONLY TO BE GETTING SOFTER AS THE PAINT ALL DARKENS. THE PICTURES, MOTHERFUCKER, THEM STORIES WHAT ALL GET TOLD THROUGH THE BLOOD, SHIT WHAT ALL MATTERS. 

[kingofclowns]

♦️

♦ for two truths and a lie

FISH PUNS ARE TO BEING THE HIGHEST FORM OF MOTHERFUCKING COMEDY.

CAN TO FIND FAIR BITS OF ENJOYMENT IN PLUCKING A HARP.

FIRST TIME I GOT ABOUT SNAPPING A MOTHERFUCKER'S ARM I WAS TO WAKE-DREAMING OF THE SOUND FOR NEARING OF A WEEK.

[rp-meme-anon]

Two Truths and a Lie

Send me:

♦ for two truths and a lie

◊ for two lies and a truth

[kingofclowns]

{( jumpin jesus on a pogo stick. my apologies to everyone who might be waiting on me or anything. i'm sick and it's starting to take more of a toll than i thought it would. i'm online, i'm lurking a bit, i might try to get around to things. bluhbluh. )}

[alphadd-blog]

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[alphadd-blog]

Duly noted.  I’ll shoot for fresh. What are you talking about?  It’s blood, it only comes in one color.

[kingofclowns]

SADDENING A THING TO BE HEARING, MOTHERFUCKER, THAT YOU ARE TO KNOW OF ONLY ONE COLOR BLOOD. HOW DO YOU ALL GET UP TO PAINTING?

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