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animus_network2013-01-15 11:01 am
hystericull) wrote in animus_network2013-01-15 11:01 am
011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]
Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.
[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]
[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]
[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]
[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]
[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]
[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]
All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]
[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]
[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]
[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]
[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]
[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]
All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
[video]
Which also appear to be crawling ever so slightly]
Is this good enough for you?
[Unfortunately she seems to have misread the implications of the question and gone for the logic 'bigger tits=bigger reward']
[Video.]
...More than motherfuckin' good.
[Creeper alert. He can't... stop staring... at the boobs...]
What's fuckin' in it for you be all the ill opportunity for me to up and take them chest lumps yours the motherfuck out.
Guess you could come, too.
[video]
[She undoes one of the buttons on her shirt, allowing a number of beetles and woodlice to crawl out. There's barely a flash of skin before she rebuttons her shirt. In reality, she's quite flat chested and she drops back into the seat revealing the face of a young... well woman but it's a little hard to tell. Wriggle rests her chin in her hand, looking unimpressed. Seems she'd completely forgotten why she hadn't been showing her face in the first place]
Come on, I know you can do better than that!
[Video.]
[Holy fuckballs what a little motherfucking bitch.]
You!?
[...There is a long moment of silence, but the video plays on. Gamzee's face is a mixture of surprise and of someone desperately searching the recesses of their mind for something. Then, it clicks, and he fucking loses it.]
Hahahahahahahonk honk honk honk!!!
Hahahaha, ah, shit. Fuck, girl, you know a brother all coulda up and done you one motherfuckin' better, but then all this motherfucker'd be doing would be landing his ass in fucking trouble. This shit be public, after all.
[He laughed a little more, leaning back into the seat now, himself.]
How dare a bitch be fuckin' taking advantage of me like that. Should be a-fuckin'-shamed of yourself.
[video]
Your the one who was asking in the first place! Maybe if you'd made a better offer up front.
[Video.]
Glad I all fuckin' weren't to! Twisting a motherfucker's arm up and under some fucking false pretenses, you all were at being.
[video]
I thought you might make me a decent offer if I did instead of, y'know, just more stuff for you.
...
[Wait...]
What was it you wanted me to do again...?
no subject
[Blank stare.]
[Shit.]
...I forgot.
no subject
[She looked to the side, this was only becoming a little more uncomfortable than before]
Should we call it a day? I'll forget about this conversation eventually anyway.
Unless you can think of something real quick.
no subject
Uh...
[Yeah, no, he couldn't remember what he'd wanted in the first place. Even after being sober for all this time, the sweeps of wrigglerhood sopor abuse had rotted permanent holes in his pan. His memory sucked balls. Don't do drugs, kids.]
You should do your tits like that more often.
no subject
I never really understood how some people can have such large breasts, they look so inconvenient...
[Seriously, what were they talking about again? Wriggle seemed pretty content to ramble on about whatever topic happened to come up. The tower had been pretty quite for a while now]