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capeandcowl2012-08-18 05:08 pm
amoray) wrote in capeandcowl2012-08-18 05:08 pm
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[the feed is underwater, and not immediately focused on eridan (though his cape does drift slightly into view here and there). few, if any, will recognize the atlantean palace or its throne room, but the architecture and the being underwater thing might tip them off.]
Considerin' it's been about a week or so now, and I hawen't seen skin nor scale a her, it's pretty safe to say that Namora a Atlantis ain't roamin' these waters no more.
[a pause.]
That bein' said, as the last sea dweller and the only indiwidual who ain't got garbage slippin' through their weins around here, it's only natural that I take ower their palace and assorted territories in their absence. Maintain 'em and such.
Aforementioned territories bein' all sewen seas and ewerythin' in between, for the record.
[he flips the camera away from a meandering lionfish (his name is xerxes the sewenth) and to himself, comfortably sprawled in namor's throne. and being smug as a motherfucker. like literally, he's been super smug about shit before but at the moment his smugness may be mutating surrounding sealife just by how goddamn potent it is.
the lay of his cape obscures the slight bulges under his clothing at his shoulder and leg, for the most part, but his left fin is visibly torn, and still an angry purple.]
As fair and generous warnin', I'm allowin' the humans continued usage a my oceans not outta goodwill, but outta necessity. Mostly since you lungbreathers would probably start whinin' your tailfins off about widespread starwation or some shit if I didn't. But if I start seein' anythin' I don't necessarily like happenin' in my waters, I won't hesitate to fuck some a your laughable tin can ships all manner a up 'til the message starts comin' through clearer-like.
I ain't currently acceptin' wirgin sacrifices or tributes a precious metals and stones, but be watchin' for that in the future.
[he gives a little wave of his ringed fingers at the comm.]
Ewenin', dirtscrapers. And long liwe the Prince.
[end feed.]
Considerin' it's been about a week or so now, and I hawen't seen skin nor scale a her, it's pretty safe to say that Namora a Atlantis ain't roamin' these waters no more.
[a pause.]
That bein' said, as the last sea dweller and the only indiwidual who ain't got garbage slippin' through their weins around here, it's only natural that I take ower their palace and assorted territories in their absence. Maintain 'em and such.
Aforementioned territories bein' all sewen seas and ewerythin' in between, for the record.
[he flips the camera away from a meandering lionfish (his name is xerxes the sewenth) and to himself, comfortably sprawled in namor's throne. and being smug as a motherfucker. like literally, he's been super smug about shit before but at the moment his smugness may be mutating surrounding sealife just by how goddamn potent it is.
the lay of his cape obscures the slight bulges under his clothing at his shoulder and leg, for the most part, but his left fin is visibly torn, and still an angry purple.]
As fair and generous warnin', I'm allowin' the humans continued usage a my oceans not outta goodwill, but outta necessity. Mostly since you lungbreathers would probably start whinin' your tailfins off about widespread starwation or some shit if I didn't. But if I start seein' anythin' I don't necessarily like happenin' in my waters, I won't hesitate to fuck some a your laughable tin can ships all manner a up 'til the message starts comin' through clearer-like.
I ain't currently acceptin' wirgin sacrifices or tributes a precious metals and stones, but be watchin' for that in the future.
[he gives a little wave of his ringed fingers at the comm.]
Ewenin', dirtscrapers. And long liwe the Prince.
[end feed.]
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FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
YOU GARGANTUAN DUNDERHEADED SUPERCILIOUS BULGEFUCK
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO YOU ANYMORE. THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING YOU.
I CAN'T EVEN ASK IF YOU'RE SHITTING ME
BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT.
YOU REALLY ARE THIS TERRIBLE. IT'S AN IMMUTABLE PART OF YOUR BEING.
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wway i see it rulin em personally wwas basically a inevvitability really and youre all lucky im responsible enough to fuckin do it
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THIS IS EARTH.
ANY STATUS YOU MAY HAVE HAD ON ALTERNIA IS UTTERLY MOOT. YOU HAVE NO HATCHRIGHT HERE. NONE OF US DO.
GET OVER YOURSELF, YOU EGOTISTICAL WARTSNIFFER.
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YOU'RE A TACKY OVERDRESSED CAPE HUMPING DIPSHIT WITH AN UNDESERVED SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT AND A PENCHANT FOR RAMMING YOUR BLOATED PRETENTION NUB DOWN THE PROTESTING SQUAWK BLISTER OF ALL UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO INTERACT WITH YOU WHEREVER YOU GO.
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[BRING IT KARKAT]
i typed this at 8am for you kirsten you better love me
*OH SHIT*
DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GO THERE?
ARE WE DOING THIS?
OK. ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, ERIDAN AMPORA.
YOU ARE THE MOST VILE, REPULSIVE CROTCHSTAIN EVER TO MAR THE UNFORTUNATE UNWASHED UNDERGARMENTS OF ANY UNIVERSE, IN ANY STRETCH OF REALITY. THE DAY YOU HATCHED WAS A DAY OF MOURNING FOR ALL LIFE FORMS, AND SOME INANIMATE OBJECTS. I SHOULD KNOW. I WAS THERE. THE OUTPOURING OF RUE WAS A FLOOD THE LIKES OF WHICH WILL BE SPOKEN OF IN HUSHED TONES IN THE MILLENNIA TO COME, BY WHATEVER SAD, ENDURING RACE SURVIVES OUR OWN, AS LITTLE MORE THAN A LEGEND. A TALE TO FRIGHTEN WIGGLERS WITH.
TALES OF THE DAY ONE ERIDAN AMPORA, AQUATIC SCARFDOUCHE SHITROCKET EXTRAORDINAIRE WAS ALLOWED TO EXIST. EAT YOUR GRUBLOAF, OR ONE DAY YOU MAY END UP AS SAD AND PATHETIC AS HE. GO TO SLEEP, OR YOU MIGHT CATCH HIS PATHOLOGICAL DEFECTIVENESS IN EVERY AREA OF HIS HORRIBLE, FISHY LIFE
PARTICULARLY ROMANCE. BEHAVE, LITTLE WIGGLER, LEST YOU FIND YOURSELF AS ALONE AND UNWANTED AS HE.
YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF SO EMOTIONALLY RETARDED AS TO SOMEHOW ALIENATE EVERYONE WHO EVER DARED BRAVE THE WATERS OF GIVING A FUCK ABOUT ERIDAN AMPORA, DESPITE THE HUNDREDS OF SIGNS IMPLORING YOU NOT TO
YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF MURDERING ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAPPENED TO GIVE THE *MOST* FUCKS ABOUT YOU, IN FACT. THIS IS THE DEPTH OF DEFICIENCY WE ARE DISCUSSING.
YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF SO UGLY THAT ALL FORCED TO GAZE UPON YOUR VISAGE IMMEDIATELY REACH REVULSION SINGULARITY, DISCOVERING A HIGHER PLANE OF DISGUST, BEFORE GOING PERMANENTLY BLIND AND EVACUATING THEIR BOWELS FROM EVERY AVAILABLE ORIFICE. YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF WITH SUCH AWFUL TASTE IN DRESS THAT EVEN THOSE WHO DEDICATE THEIR LIFE TO NOT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT FASHION BECAUSE IT'S STUPID WISH TO CRY FOR THE HEINOUS CRIME AGAINST IT.
YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF ALL OF THESE THINGS
AND YOU WOULD STILL MERELY BE BUT A FRACTION OF THE ABHORRENCE THAT IS ERIDAN FUCKING AMPORA.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL
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GENUINELY ASKING HERE.