#roseredmutant

[valorousimperial]

🌶 for lil

I love his softness, his sweetness. He lays a firm hand to whatever he sets out to do. He's always ready for a little squabble, just to be contrary.

I love his soft, fluffy hair and his pouty little frowns and his little blunt teeth.

Wonder what he's going to think when I'm done molting, hope he isn't spooked, nervous as he can be.

[bmkarkat]

I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW KANKRI'S MATES KEEP GETTING MY NUMBER BUT LIL JUST TEXTED ME A PICTURE OF A PIZZA THAT IS MORE CHEESE THAN IT IS PIZZA. I, FOR ONE, AM FUCKING HORRIFIED.

[condescendingbettycrocker]

> Condy: Give them something to bitch about...

> You hit the record button on a small camera, fiddling with the angle and brightness of the video. Once you’re happy, you play some classical music.

> After a moment of putting on gloves, covering yourself with a disposable gown and brushing back your short hair, you finally step within view of the camera. In the distance behind you, a nervous alien can be seen rushing around, gathering needles and syringes, surgical knives, clean cotton swabs, anesthetic...

> You laugh and tell them to put the anesthetic back. They do so, albeit with clear reluctance. Then you tell them to man the camera, making sure to catch all of what you do. With some clumsy rushing, they do as they’re told and get behind the camera, shaking it before settling and refocusing the lens.

“I’d gotten a request earlier today,” you start calmly. “A request to give y'all somethin' to bitch about.” Your pink painted lips smile. “I gotta admit, a girl gets tired of absolute complacency after a couple of millennia. So it was refreshin’ to see someone try and egg me into a fight.”

>You pick up a needle with a twisting end at the edge of it. You open the end, only to reveal there to be a smaller needle in it.

“But as I said before,” you continue as you clean the needles in alcohol, “I’m busy. I’m sure you could imagine with what.”

> With a nod of your head, you motion below you. The camera follows. Strapped to a medical table, unmoving and wide awake was a familiar troll with fluffy black hair, bright red eyes and small rounded horns.

“I think it’s fair to say now,” you continue off-screen. “Our species is four brats short of extinction, one a them ... surprisingly, being a descendant of Kankri’s!” You bark out a laugh before pressing his face to the table further. “Of course... he’d know. He always seemed one step ahead of me.”

> He tries to escape, thrashing around with his eyes closed tight. With him thoroughly tied to the table, he doesn’t even manage to budge.

“I ain’t gonna kill ‘im! I know for SOME reason, some of you like this pathetic fuck and he’s more useful to re-population alive than dead.”

> Your hand brushes through his hair. He winces away, eyes tearing up as he tries to calm himself.

“I’ll keep him nice and healthy. A good diet... Regular check ups...”

> You lift the needle.

“Blood tests.” > And slam it down into his exposed hip bone.

> He screams loud. The mic peaks, hisses, buzzes-- the person holding the camera gets startled and jolts it around, it falling to the ground. For a while, your feet in glittering pink heels and the legs and wheels of many tables and chairs are all that’s seen.

> After a little while, the camera is lifted, shaking as it refocuses on the punctured, squirming troll on the table. You, however, seem perfectly fine, if not a little annoyed.

> With your psionics, you unscrew the needle, attack a syringe and extract from the hollow needle still planted in the small mutant. It fills with bright red fluid. You visibly gasp at the color. Bright mutant red, the likes of which you’d only dreamed of spilling.

> It’s beautiful... And now? It’s yours.

> You fill another, repeating the process a few times. Another assistant, just now seen, shows you a few pieces of glass with the almost blinding blood on it. You nod in approval. Nice big sample sizes. Then you give them orders to send the samples off, which they do quickly.

> Clean up? You wave a deceptively dainty hand in front of the camera, place your palm over the clear puncture wound and leave it there. Green light pulsates through your digits as he struggles under your hand again. When you remove it, it’s gone.

> You take the camera. Point it at your face. And smile.

> You end the recording. Nothing more needs to be said, as far as you’re concerned.

> With some editing (a pink, glittering heart in the corner of the video) you upload the video and post it on your blog.

> Then you post it on his. There’s no need to hide what’s happened.

[amourete-blog1]

Lil I swear to god if I have to see the words “carbonated milk” one more time.

[carnivalsoration]

> You see the video on His blog first. you let it pass by, knowing what it's bound to be, knowing what she wants to do by posting it there. ... But when you see it on hers, your pusher just clenches. What is it about /her/ that does this to you.... The first few seconds of the video are her goading you (no just tumblr, part of you insists, but it was you that made it happen), and you ache. Sorry Lil. ... Not that sorry.

> You watch the video, earbuds in so only you can hear his scream, see his blood. ... That's an image you're not going to get out of your head for a while. Part of you wishes you didn't like it so much. But even still, you don't think you could have watched it so calmly if you didn't.

> You think about the camera person for a while after that, how trembly they are, how fucking weak. ... If you could talk to them, who knows what you could make happen. Just a bit of communication, a bit of urging....

> If only you could figure out how.

[eridacnis]

@roseredmutant replied to your post: i guess he apologised that should be enough

I th9ught vague p9sting is shitty?

oh come on that wwas barely vvague

[574rc45m]

@roseredmutant replied to your post: 1M N0T B1TTER AB0UT ANY SPEC1F1C EVENTS 0R...

):B ?

MY BRA1N D0ESNT L1KE MAK1NG MY B0DY PERF0RM SPEC1F1C M0VEMENTS

[hosteriumfictus-blog]

@roseredmutant:  #i kn9w y9u #... #y9u l99k familiar #n9t in the sense #6luh

HE’S GOT THAT KIND OF FACE.