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[amusedmuralist]

“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”

The smaller, younger troll looked like his veins were as on fire as the spacecraft they were running though, an electric grin lighting up his face as his jacket smouldered. The Highblood had a few more reservations about the whole thing. For starters, he was pretty sure the tips of his hair were on fire. "EVER CRAFT OF TYPE THIS BEFORE CONFLAGRATED?" He asked, dodging left as he strove to keep up. Little doorways were a challenge at the best of times, and they had to keep moving. "Not once!" Came a cheerful rejoinder from the blur in front. "You might want to keep up, old man! Hang on." Nipping around to the left, Nadaya pulled a lever as he ran, sprinklers above bursting from the ceiling and into one of the Highblood's horns as they spurted out water. He helped, laden hands unable to tend to the tender spot. His horns were always his weak spot, and at his height– "I put your shirt out, you can thank me later! Come on!" Grumbling, the Highblood clutched his share of the loot; a cache of religious statuettes. These were worth it to them both. After that, the explosion wasn't really a surprise.

[amusedmuralist]

|:{ sOMET1MES 1 REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOU P1SS ME, oFF, aND 1 GET, cOLD PANGS OF LOATH1NG 1N MY CHEST, <3<

my righteous self would that your own loathsome one more often on this acted. <3<

MUTUAL THE HATRED BURNING BRIGHTLY IS EVER BEING. tendencies rebellious and yours only the surface scratches: INTO THY VERY CORE THY HATEFULNESS EXTENDS AND MY RIGHTEOUS SELF WOULD THOSE DEPTHS TO PLUMB. 

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♬ / im back hello /

They don’t admit it, but they’ve never seen eye to eye. Clowns seldom do: and Aldous having lapsed somewhat made it all the harder. Nonetheless, as far as alternates go, GHB didn’t mind this one, tiny and different though he was. This was more than enough grounds for him to extend the Faygo of invitation. 

--celebratoryTorture began trolling you!--

CT: would your own self for slamming care? 

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♬

“I don’t know why I came here tonight,”  The clown was perturbed by his own presence in the black desert, rather than the Human Death’s. Death would get a nod of quiet respect, once the Highblood had examined the surroundings. 

“do not in honesty know where tonight have come. IS THIS DWELLING PLACE YOURS?” It seemed far bleaker than he’d expected, but then, so much about this being had been unexpected. The Highblood could accept this. 

[amusedmuralist]

M!A: any of your bloodlust is now replaced with... cuddle lust? you really don't want to punch anyone or anything, but instead break out the blankets and pillows, you're in the mood for some hugs. lasts until your cuddly needs are met.

You weren’t exactly in a blood lust fugue, although his casual insult offered to the Mothergrub and the Jade religion did rub you raw and the wrong way, but your irritation only seethes over further when you see the grey cloud. You do not want to know what it does. Even flash-stepping stands you in no good stead, however, as it descends upon you gleefully and leaves you filled with an uncomfortable glee yourself, and with a need for hugs. 

You cannot see or be seen by the mutant like this. He is not your moirail. You have a moirail, then and now. You flee, seeking literally anyone else. Let him have your house, you’re going to church. 

[amusedmuralist]

1) GHB x someone??? 2) pirate AU 3) three sentences GO

GHB >3> Summoner is where my heart is going with this.

The mast was the largest chunk of the Highblood’s ship left, and the captain was holding it tightly as the shadow flew overhead. The Pupa Pan was just too fast for his ship to handle. “hA, nEXT TIME, yOU MIGHT JUST LUMBER TO SOMETHING, sORT OF LIKE VICTORY, hIGHBULGE, yEAH.” Came the predictably lame taunt. 

 But then. I can do two :^D

GHB <3 Redglare 

His Captain was the most competent captain he’d had the honour of chaplaining for. She was as fiery in the fray as she was later in the bedroom, and as careful negotiating the squalls as she was with kisses, spread evenly over his ever painted face. Becoming a pirate, though, was still against his wishes, so the chain at his ankle was still necessary at port. 

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(Imp) “How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“AS MANY AS NECESSARY IS.” The highblood eventually managed. The Psiioniic had laughed at him and his outdated husktop before, but it had never progressed to having to restart it, several times, during a meeting with his emperor. The Empress had merely had him summoned. Simple. 

Once again, the picture and signal dropped out. it was a while before he could reestablish a connection, even with the Psiioniic laughing and giving him aid. 

“...might to replace need.” Was all the concession Sparks was going to get. 

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"We’re done. I’m done. This ends right now. You’re a monster."

Brown blood trickled down the Highblood’s juggling knife, dripping on the blood dappled floor. The paper sack of powder used to turn it into a proper dye fell from GHB’s hand to sit comfortably within the large hole in the criminal’s chest. his brow furrowed at the human’s words, confused until the final word falls between them. That pious motherfucker, using the words almost unforgivable over this? 

He still makes a point, a show, of throwing his knife aside, where it thrums, point embedded deep within a wall. Look, mammal, unarmed. 

“THE LAW BRUTAL IS AND MY RIGHTEOUS SELF AS ITS EMISSARY ACTS. NO MONSTER I, MOTHERFUCKER. THEIR OWN SELF JUDGED WAS.” 

Has the human only now realised what makes the paintings he so admired? The Highblood throws thoughts at Charles, as quick and sharp as his knife would be. Lowbloods undermining the empire. Highbloods abusing their power. Psions abusing theirs. A chaotic lawless mess. 

“THESE THE MONSTERS ARE. I AM NOT A MONSTER.”