âAnyways th0ugh, Iâve g0tta at least try, right? Like y0u said bef0re?â
Guys theyâre like actually best friends now Iâm gonna cry (;ÂŽàŒàș¶ÙčàŒàș¶`) and it only took a heart to heart, meeting Gerard Way, piercing each other with stolen jewelry from Hot Topic, and a second heart to heart.
Ash (on the left) belongs to @cityyliights and CandiiCotton is my shared character with @exesaturated (thereâs is Candii, the pink girl on the left, mine is Cotton, the right blue boy).
You are all packed up in your HOLLOWHIVE, standing at the threshold.
SNAKEMOM, your lusus, slithers up to look out next to you. You wish you could take her along, but that is simply NOT AN OPTION.
You had a DUBIOUSLY ACADEMIC upbringing, your essays turning more and more into DERIVATIVE OPINION PIECES over the sweeps. You thoroughly enjoy situating yourself above LOWBLOODS in EVERY CONVERSATION. It's honestly more of a DISORDER than a quirk of your being. You are proud of your AFFLUENT BLUE BLOOD, which is what provided you with the COPIOUS FUNDS to PUBLISH your ESSAYS.
You talk wiĂŸ perfect punctuation, spelling, and grammar. You like to sprinkle in some Old Alternian allusions in ĂŸere. Your trolltag is talonTactician
You stand at the entrance to the BROODING CAVERNS. Your home since grubhood.
Normally you'd be joined by other members of your CONVENT. But you've fallen out of favour as of late.
Definitely not sticking it to anyone you think.
You are, as mentioned, a member of the JADEBLOOD CONVENT. And have raised countless grubs through the trials of the caverns. You got on someone's BAD SIDE at one point though, and DIED.
You can't remember much aside from that since REAWAKENING as a RAINBOW DRINKER. You pride yourself on your mastery of LAND PAINTBALL.
You always win, due to the GROTESQUE NATURE of your playstyle.
You speak, with a hesitant clarity. As if, you are Remembering, each word's meaning. Your trolltag is gargantuanTitties.
Your friends call you âCHUCKâ
You have a sort of love/hate relationship with the many social structures on Alternia. You obsess over quadrants, the hemospectrum, and oh man do you love ALTERNIAN LAW. You fucking love the law almost as much as you love FUCKING WITH THE LAW. You regularly indulge in making an ABSOLUTE JOKE OF THE JUDICIAL SYSTEM by exploiting its many loopholes. Itâs an honest shame you can't take a more active role in it as a blue blood, but luckily you have FRIENDS WITHIN THE COURT. Did I mention you have a lot of friends? Youâre kind of a big deal. What with all your CRITIQUES ON AUTHORITY and DEFENDING OF LOWBLOODS, youâve managed to make quite a name for yourself as a REVOLUTIONARY, and have attracted a number of fellow RADICALS to your circle.
It makes you happy to know you're living up to the legacy of MARGRAVE BAUER JUCKERSPIEL
Your trolltag is abExtra and you proudly flaunt the symwbols of your ancestor wmith your typing quirk.
None of this really matters though, on account of you being DEAD.
It was never gonna last with ODDMAN walking in your shadow.
Your name is SAULGO ODDMAN You wake up slumped over your DESK, in your OFFICE, which is also your HIVE, which is also attached to a HORN SALON.
Youâre a legislascerater, but you make way more profit off of your SIDE HUSTLE. Itâs honestly more like your main hustle at this point. The entire thing definitely shouldn't be legal, but it ISNâT NECESSARILY ILLEGAL. Youâve mastered the art of BRIBING fellow civil servants with PLUSHIES from your vast collection, and despite your face and contact information being PLASTERED ON JUST ABOUT ANY SURFACE you can get it on, your practice somehow hasn't been questioned by the authorities. People in general tend to ignore your antics.
You assume theyâre all STUPID.
YOU ADVERTISE YOUR LUCRATIVE SERVICES WITH BOLD WORDS AND BOLDER PUNCTUATION!!
Your trolltag is betterCall but you prefer to handle sensitive information on your alt account, amicusCuriae, where you speak at a quieter angle.
You are currently standing in your RESPITEBLOCK, though it's more like a scene from a SLASHER FILM.
Your entire hive is COVERED WITH BLOOD, but only from the inside, which is SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE. Some of the blood on your wall isn't though, you've got some VIOLET and FUSCHIA smatterings in there somehow.
Stick it to the womanâŠ? Way to goâŠ.?
You are a one troll DEMOLITION TEAM, and you can't seem to stop. You like setting ELABORATE TRAPS around your hive, capturing idiots who decided to poke around where they shouldn't. Oftentimes they are GORED, HUMILIATED, or a sick combination of the two.
That doesn't mean you don't practise the more DELICATE ARTS, like painting.
Sure you might have switched from acrylics to blood at some point. But art is meant to DISTURB THE COMFORTABLE, and COMFORT THE DISTURBED. So you must be doing something right.
you break upâŠ. your harrowing sentencesâŠ. in a menacingâŠ.. wayâŠ. your trolltag is psychoKiller
You love the colour PINK/FUSHIA and you make it known.
You know youâre not supposed to wear it but you do it anyway because you deserve it. Youâre BETTER THAN EVERYONE and you know it. Youâre an INSANE PARKOURIST and love to rub it in Cotton's face. You can totally GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING which is why you are not on the subjugglators good side, you end up running away a lot.
You LOVE CHAOS and you LOVE YOUR FANS. But annoyingly not as much as you LOVE YOUR BROTHER. But of course you would never admit that.
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You sort of love the colour BLUE? It works well with the channel branding and also hides away the fact that youâre a gold blood from others. What they donât know wonât kill you. You started doing hacking and computer science as a means to help CANDII with the streaming but through it discovered your hidden TALENT OF HACKING, CODING, AND ENGINEERING.
People who watch the channel obsess over you, though you AREN'T GOOD AT TALKING OR BEING PRESENT. So you donât really understand why.
Youâre NOT AN ADRENALINE AND EXTREME ACTIVITY PERSON. You would prefer to just stay dormant inside your mind and let CANDII deal with that. While trying to ANALYSE EVERY SCENARIO and desperately keep two people alive, you find SOLACE IN THE OCCULT. Often you stay awake at night, staring into the dark and desperately -
Your trolltag is doubleCavity and THE WAY YOU SPEAK depends on who's talking.
You are currently crossing the last stretch of the ALTERNIAN DESERT on the back of your bulldog lusus. You are also hiveless, but in the WORLD'S YOUR OYSTER way. Despite the dangers, you are a DAYWALKER, and wander the uninhabited wilderness of the planet, avoiding the RACKET OF CITY LIFE.
Stick it to the woman, way to go.
As an aimless vagabond, you've encountered your fair share of COLOURFUL CHARACTERS out on the road. Your favourite being of the POSTULANT PURPLE PERSUASION.
Flights of fancy aside, you figure it's time to hang up the COWBOY HAT.
You talk the talk, walk the walk, an' have an amicable western air about ya, pardner. Your trolltag is crookedHoedown.
But you prefer Ash.
You are currently huddled inside your JUNKYARD ABODE. Furiously glowering at your OUTDATED GRUBPHONE. You've been mooching off of the local CERULEAN ARTISAN CAFE joint that popped up in a neighbouring plot.
Stick it to the woman, way to go.
A side effect of being raised SANS LUSUS is that you are one COLD, BLUNT, TROLL.
In your very TURBULENT youth, you've picked up the GUITAR, and also mastered the ART OF VOCAL PERFORMANCE. Being a TALENTED, HIVELESS, and ANGRY rustblood has garnered you the RELENTLESS PURSUIT of government DRONES. No matter.
You've killed before, and will KILL AGAIN if necessary.
You speak in a very hopeless, doomer, yet unwaveringly rage filled prose. Your trolltag is witheredBlade.
Meet Allces Oswald! Not technically part of the campaign or related to anyone, but an important character for his quadrants so disastrous he changed the course of Alternian history forever.
More on that later. Screenshot edit from Creep.