Your name is JEGUS KRYST and, unlike many other trolls with your 6L99D AND SYM69L, you are NOT KIND and you are NOT PEACEFUL. Rather than attempt to abolish the hemospectrum, you attempted to FLIP IT UPSIDE DOWN. This is an attempt at which you SUCCEEDED--which is WHY YOU KILLED YOURSELF.

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You are VERY RELIGIOUS, and, according to your beliefs, your DEMONIC BLOOD marks you as ANGELSPAWN and thus a harbinger of doom, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. You believe in MAGIC and ANY SUPERSTITIONS WHICH OFFER A CURE FOR NIGHTMARES. You are VERY INTOLERANT of beliefs that contradict yours, especially when they involve DEIFYING YOU PERSONALLY. Which is ANOTHER REASON WHY YOU KILLED YOURSELF.

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You have a VOW OF CHASTITY which you have personally defined as meaning that YOU REFUSE TO FILL ANY OF YOUR QUADRANTS. And the lack of emotional support was PROBABLY YET ANOTHER REASON WHY YOU KILLED YOURSELF.

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You are highly PHYSICALLY ATTRACTED to SEA DWELLERS, although NOT SO MUCH ROMANTICALLY, and this DOES NOT OVERRIDE your vow of chastity. You have A CERTAIN RECURRING which shows up every time you sleep or fall unconscious. You ARE AFRAID OF ANGELS, HUGS, SHOOSHPAPS, and YOUR ΨIIONIIC, among many other things; some of these things MIGHT BE RELATED. You are NEARLY COMPUTER ILLITERATE and only get by with the help of a computer which seems to read your mind and figure out what you want.

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This isn't what you expected the afterlife to be like.

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WHEN Y9U FEEL LIKE GETTING VER6AL
Y9U C9MPULSIVELY SPEAK IN P9ETICS
SH9UTING, S9ME SKREEING, AND THE SYM69L
ARE Y9UR 9THER WRITING TICS

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JJ accesses thiis blog of hiis viia hiis ''magiic box'' aka hiis computer
whiich iis me
and II kiind of liike 2 talk liike thiis,, II guess....??

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(Roleplay blog for the Sanguine Sufferer Jegus Kryst, and maybe the Ψiioniic Helmsman, from the fan adventure Be the Sea Dweller Lowblood. The fan adventure and this account are both run by ckret2.)

September 10th
3:17 AM

3:06 AM

catalyticcatharsis said: Jegus, get back in the grave, you’re scaring the wigglers.

3:05 AM

September 6th
9:41 AM
2:40 AM
February 27th
9:23 PM
Via
ioudasiscari:

ckret2:

jeguskryst:

ioudasiscari:

mechanicandmachine:

Your name is EQUIUS ZAHHAK, although at the age of TEN SWEEPS OLD you are better known as THE ARBALIST.After sweeps of SNAPPING 100S UPON 100S OF LONGBOWS, you eventually became FED UP and used your PEERLESS MECHANICAL SKILLS to construct a METAL CROSSBOW tough enough to handle your STRENGTH. In doing so, you changed your life in two ways: first, you finally GAINED THE ABILITY TO PRACTICE THE NOBLE ART OF ARCHERY; and second, you realized that your true natural skills, the ones that you should be focusing on, are not in archery, but in ROBOTICS AND MACHINERY.This realization is what made you the troll you are now.Now, you are CHIEF AMIDAMACHINIST in direct service to THE BLUH BLUH HUGE WITCH HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION.You have barely hit double digits and you have already ASCENDED AS HIGH AS YOU CAN IN SOCIETY. Despite your LAND-DWELLER STATUS you are FAVORED BY THE EMPRESS and seen as INDISPENSABLE TO THE EMPIRE. You are RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, you are constantly invited to only THE MOST ELITE LAND- AND SEA-DWELLER SOCIAL GATHERINGS, and are considered to be UNSURPASSED IN ETIQUETTE, CULTURE, AND FIGHTING PROWESS.You are FEARED AND ADMIRED BY ALL BELOW YOU and EVEN SOME ABOVE YOU. To your delight, your VERY EXISTENCE INFURIATES SEA DWELLERS. And you are CHERISHED BY THE SUBJUGGLATORS for the access you give them to the royal’s machinations and schemings.The DRONES HAVEN’T EVEN COME FOR YOU YET and you’ve already achieved EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND MORE.And you don’t give a flying fiddlesticks about any of it.Not even the egregious abuse of caps lock makes any of it matter.Your name is Equius Zahhak, age ten, better known as the Arbalist, and you are in way over your head.You are horns-over-hooves in flush-crush pity paradise, because of a shriveled old putrid pus-blooded piece of machinery.And you are afraid.

So this is a thing I’m writing.

Ghosting onto this blog for the first time in forever to pimp my own writing.

Yeah let me just reblog myself on this blog too.
Somebody stop me before I reblog this onto superiorConductor and onto my sixth ultra-top-secret password-protected tumblr.
No I’m kidding it’s not going on those.
See, there was this meme that went around a while ago.
And it said “Your patron troll X your favorite character, how weird’s the ship” or something.
And when I get a challenge like that, I don’t just lawl off the results.
You see, if you give me a sufficiently cracky pairing, I make it my personal mission to justify it.
And then, if I’m particularly proud of the justification? I write it.
So yeah. If you like the crap I write, then you’ll like Mechanic and Machine. Probably. No refunds if you don’t.
I’m running it pseudo-fanadventure style. It will be more me-run than suggestion-run, but I’m not really doing the story chronologically, I’m just doing a bunch of little posts/scenes/drabbles that will hopefully add up into a whole story. So suggestions for what to write about next or questions about “so where’s Nepeta?” or whatever will be taken into consideration.
Anyway. Follow it, reblog it, send asks, signal boost, start spreadin’ the news.

Signal boosting again now that it’s not four in the morning.
Also I’d like to emphasize that this IS a story that needs asks; asks prooobably won’t do a lot to influence the main arc of the story, but they WILL determine how it’s told and what sort of content y’all get to see.
And I haven’t gotten any asks on it yet, so somebody do that.

ioudasiscari:

ckret2:

jeguskryst:

ioudasiscari:

mechanicandmachine:

Your name is EQUIUS ZAHHAK, although at the age of TEN SWEEPS OLD you are better known as THE ARBALIST.

After sweeps of SNAPPING 100S UPON 100S OF LONGBOWS, you eventually became FED UP and used your PEERLESS MECHANICAL SKILLS to construct a METAL CROSSBOW tough enough to handle your STRENGTH. In doing so, you changed your life in two ways: first, you finally GAINED THE ABILITY TO PRACTICE THE NOBLE ART OF ARCHERY; and second, you realized that your true natural skills, the ones that you should be focusing on, are not in archery, but in ROBOTICS AND MACHINERY.

This realization is what made you the troll you are now.

Now, you are CHIEF AMIDAMACHINIST in direct service to THE BLUH BLUH HUGE WITCH HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION.

You have barely hit double digits and you have already ASCENDED AS HIGH AS YOU CAN IN SOCIETY. Despite your LAND-DWELLER STATUS you are FAVORED BY THE EMPRESS and seen as INDISPENSABLE TO THE EMPIRE. You are RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, you are constantly invited to only THE MOST ELITE LAND- AND SEA-DWELLER SOCIAL GATHERINGS, and are considered to be UNSURPASSED IN ETIQUETTE, CULTURE, AND FIGHTING PROWESS.

You are FEARED AND ADMIRED BY ALL BELOW YOU and EVEN SOME ABOVE YOU. To your delight, your VERY EXISTENCE INFURIATES SEA DWELLERS. And you are CHERISHED BY THE SUBJUGGLATORS for the access you give them to the royal’s machinations and schemings.

The DRONES HAVEN’T EVEN COME FOR YOU YET and you’ve already achieved EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND MORE.

And you don’t give a flying fiddlesticks about any of it.

Not even the egregious abuse of caps lock makes any of it matter.

Your name is Equius Zahhak, age ten, better known as the Arbalist, and you are in way over your head.

You are horns-over-hooves in flush-crush pity paradise, because of a shriveled old putrid pus-blooded piece of machinery.

And you are afraid.

So this is a thing I’m writing.

Ghosting onto this blog for the first time in forever to pimp my own writing.

Yeah let me just reblog myself on this blog too.

Somebody stop me before I reblog this onto superiorConductor and onto my sixth ultra-top-secret password-protected tumblr.

No I’m kidding it’s not going on those.

See, there was this meme that went around a while ago.

And it said “Your patron troll X your favorite character, how weird’s the ship” or something.

And when I get a challenge like that, I don’t just lawl off the results.

You see, if you give me a sufficiently cracky pairing, I make it my personal mission to justify it.

And then, if I’m particularly proud of the justification? I write it.

So yeah. If you like the crap I write, then you’ll like Mechanic and Machine. Probably. No refunds if you don’t.

I’m running it pseudo-fanadventure style. It will be more me-run than suggestion-run, but I’m not really doing the story chronologically, I’m just doing a bunch of little posts/scenes/drabbles that will hopefully add up into a whole story. So suggestions for what to write about next or questions about “so where’s Nepeta?” or whatever will be taken into consideration.

Anyway. Follow it, reblog it, send asks, signal boost, start spreadin’ the news.

Signal boosting again now that it’s not four in the morning.

Also I’d like to emphasize that this IS a story that needs asks; asks prooobably won’t do a lot to influence the main arc of the story, but they WILL determine how it’s told and what sort of content y’all get to see.

And I haven’t gotten any asks on it yet, so somebody do that.

3:46 AM
Via
ioudasiscari:

mechanicandmachine:

Your name is EQUIUS ZAHHAK, although at the age of TEN SWEEPS OLD you are better known as THE ARBALIST.After sweeps of SNAPPING 100S UPON 100S OF LONGBOWS, you eventually became FED UP and used your PEERLESS MECHANICAL SKILLS to construct a METAL CROSSBOW tough enough to handle your STRENGTH. In doing so, you changed your life in two ways: first, you finally GAINED THE ABILITY TO PRACTICE THE NOBLE ART OF ARCHERY; and second, you realized that your true natural skills, the ones that you should be focusing on, are not in archery, but in ROBOTICS AND MACHINERY.This realization is what made you the troll you are now.Now, you are CHIEF AMIDAMACHINIST in direct service to THE BLUH BLUH HUGE WITCH HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION.You have barely hit double digits and you have already ASCENDED AS HIGH AS YOU CAN IN SOCIETY. Despite your LAND-DWELLER STATUS you are FAVORED BY THE EMPRESS and seen as INDISPENSABLE TO THE EMPIRE. You are RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, you are constantly invited to only THE MOST ELITE LAND- AND SEA-DWELLER SOCIAL GATHERINGS, and are considered to be UNSURPASSED IN ETIQUETTE, CULTURE, AND FIGHTING PROWESS.You are FEARED AND ADMIRED BY ALL BELOW YOU and EVEN SOME ABOVE YOU. To your delight, your VERY EXISTENCE INFURIATES SEA DWELLERS. And you are CHERISHED BY THE SUBJUGGLATORS for the access you give them to the royal’s machinations and schemings.The DRONES HAVEN’T EVEN COME FOR YOU YET and you’ve already achieved EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND MORE.And you don’t give a flying fiddlesticks about any of it.Not even the egregious abuse of caps lock makes any of it matter.Your name is Equius Zahhak, age ten, better known as the Arbalist, and you are in way over your head.You are horns-over-hooves in flush-crush pity paradise, because of a shriveled old putrid pus-blooded piece of machinery.And you are afraid.

So this is a thing I’m writing.

Ghosting onto this blog for the first time in forever to pimp my own writing.

ioudasiscari:

mechanicandmachine:

Your name is EQUIUS ZAHHAK, although at the age of TEN SWEEPS OLD you are better known as THE ARBALIST.

After sweeps of SNAPPING 100S UPON 100S OF LONGBOWS, you eventually became FED UP and used your PEERLESS MECHANICAL SKILLS to construct a METAL CROSSBOW tough enough to handle your STRENGTH. In doing so, you changed your life in two ways: first, you finally GAINED THE ABILITY TO PRACTICE THE NOBLE ART OF ARCHERY; and second, you realized that your true natural skills, the ones that you should be focusing on, are not in archery, but in ROBOTICS AND MACHINERY.

This realization is what made you the troll you are now.

Now, you are CHIEF AMIDAMACHINIST in direct service to THE BLUH BLUH HUGE WITCH HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION.

You have barely hit double digits and you have already ASCENDED AS HIGH AS YOU CAN IN SOCIETY. Despite your LAND-DWELLER STATUS you are FAVORED BY THE EMPRESS and seen as INDISPENSABLE TO THE EMPIRE. You are RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, you are constantly invited to only THE MOST ELITE LAND- AND SEA-DWELLER SOCIAL GATHERINGS, and are considered to be UNSURPASSED IN ETIQUETTE, CULTURE, AND FIGHTING PROWESS.

You are FEARED AND ADMIRED BY ALL BELOW YOU and EVEN SOME ABOVE YOU. To your delight, your VERY EXISTENCE INFURIATES SEA DWELLERS. And you are CHERISHED BY THE SUBJUGGLATORS for the access you give them to the royal’s machinations and schemings.

The DRONES HAVEN’T EVEN COME FOR YOU YET and you’ve already achieved EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND MORE.

And you don’t give a flying fiddlesticks about any of it.

Not even the egregious abuse of caps lock makes any of it matter.

Your name is Equius Zahhak, age ten, better known as the Arbalist, and you are in way over your head.

You are horns-over-hooves in flush-crush pity paradise, because of a shriveled old putrid pus-blooded piece of machinery.

And you are afraid.

So this is a thing I’m writing.

Ghosting onto this blog for the first time in forever to pimp my own writing.

February 20th
10:51 PM
To anybody following me on ioudasiscari:
I hit my post limit
=)
Fuuun.
I’ll be back in action in about an hour.
In the meantime I’m not hanging out over here, I’m just using this blog to let y’all know I’m outta commission over there for a bit.

To anybody following me on ioudasiscari:

I hit my post limit

=)

Fuuun.

I’ll be back in action in about an hour.

In the meantime I’m not hanging out over here, I’m just using this blog to let y’all know I’m outta commission over there for a bit.

February 14th
1:38 PM
Via

This was a terrible time of day to post dramatic plot shit.

always-suffering:

jeguskryst:

My work here is done.

[>cries FOREVER

==> CACKLES.

You see, my plan was to make you and exclusively you cry.

This is my retaliation for hanging RK on the jut and giving me feels.

1:35 PM
(I thought that was awesome.)

course you did, Psii’s in pain.

Thank you. :D