As of right now, it’s very small since I have a pretty terrible memory, but that’s where everyone else comes in handy! If you have an ask blog or know of an askblog, please submit it to me (either through fanmail, ask or submit, doesn’t matter to me) and I’ll add it to the list. As more and more…
((O.O.C. Sounds like a cool idea.))
Laced up with Hate
((OOC: Hey guys! Mod J1 here again. First off just wanted to say thank you and welcome to all the new followers we receieved while our winter hiatus was happening. I think the mods of this askblog are finally getting to a point where we can come back and focus on answer these asks.
To prove that we aren’t dead and are about to get back to work our lovely Mod 3.14 whipped up these two lovely rule!63 interpretations of our darling kismesis pair. And in corsets o less. because that makes everything twice as great. So enjoy these ladies and get ready for more shenanigans to come.))
Hey followers and lurkers. Mod J1 here with some important news that I think you should hear. There with be a slight hiatus for this blog as all of the mods for this blog enter into stressful weeks before there will really be a chance for a break over the winter holidays. A few of our mods have looming projects and applications and stressful work situations right now. One of our mods even had a scare a week or two back health wise and I can tell you this a season where you can get sick easily.
So we will be taking the next 2-3 weeks off to recover and plow through the mounting stress and be back and fresh for you guys after its all through. We aren’t giving up on this blog but we do have pressing real life priorities at this time that cannot be ignored.
So we’ll be back soon with more ask answers and delightful hate fights.
Until then. Feel free to leave asks. Have a good holiday season.
This is a story in which two ancestors get totally smashed, try to explain philosophy to each other, and fail miserably because one isn’t all that interested in the nuances of philosophical difference, and the other is still prone to bouts of excitable ranting that are fairly common in the recently dead. He also is a total light weight. Meanwhile a third ancestor tries to predict what two people with a lot of grievance to deal with might plot to do to him.
At around the point that the Signless is considering a third singalong to ancient show tunes, it dawns on the Summoner that one of his inspirations is three seconds away from dry heaving all over his shoes. Wow.
Here at the blog, we’ve now reached 74 followers, and we’re so happy about it. We’ve been a little slow with the replies, but your questions have been utterly fantastic, and we want to thank you all.
Summoner: …
Summoner: You just carry around grudges about everyone who survives meeting you, don’t you? No wonder you’re a bored freak in dead troll Starbucks.
Grand Highblood: I’m not the one SO PATHETIC THAT I USED THE INFINITE CREATIVE POWERS at my sudden disposal to dream up an interactive blog.
Summoner: No, you just hijacked that blog. You didn’t even have the creative mojo to make one for yourself. And give me back my computer! I need to publish this.
Grand Highblood: THOSE FOOLISH WORDS? Mighty honest you’ve gotten with strangers, my little Cavalreaper. Of course if you don’t care what they know—but I thought ALL YOUR EXPERIENCES TAUGHT YOU BETTER.
Summoner: … Mention that again, and I’ll set my dragon on you.
Grand Highblood: Why, mention wha—
Summoner: I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU UNKEMPT PIECE OF SEASCUM.
Grand Highblood: …
Summoner: Yes. Good. I’d advise shutting up.
Grand Highblood: Someone needs a moirail.
Summoner: Said the soup cooking kitchen aid to the tea making kitchen aid. Man this is kind of personal stuff isn’t it?
Grand Highblood: HE CATCHES ON! The heavens will weep for motherfucking joy.
Summoner: But I’d already started the answer…
Grand Highblood: Just think of someone who never was really a problem for you, but kind of annoyed you on a basic “why did he exist?” level.
Summoner: … Do you have anyone in mind?
Grand Highblood: …
Summoner and Grand Highblood: Dualscar.
Summoner: Wow. It’s scary when you’re actually helpful.
Grand Highblood: I aim to terrify. NOW HOW ABOUT SOME MORE OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKING QUESTIONS?
((We’re sorry if the final image takes a while to fully load on the full screen inspection. It’s a finicky little gif.))
Moral of this story: The Condesce really doesn’t encourage measurements that put her at any kind of disadvantage.
Happy Halloween folks! This is a November surprise for the rest of the mods, since I was so slow with the art it wasn’t ready before midnight. We all like costumes and dressing characters up in ridiculous get ups, don’t we?
Troll Hamlet is often considered a dangerous play to perform. Not only are there undertones of sea dweller/land dweller conflict, but the Highblood adores it, and gets very testy when people don’t perform it properly. His favorite scene is the slam soliloquy where Hamlet finally admits to himself that he was the cause of the death of his moirail as well as his matesprit—said reflections having a piquant bouquet of madness in the wording, reflecting the earlier masks of madness the prince adopts in the second act, but this time confusing the presentation of Hamlet as a powerful troll who has finally accepted the burden of his pupation and adulthood—and the inevitability of mutual destruction even as he finally realizes that Lertes is fated to be his kismessis just before they kill each other to Claudi’s sadistic delight and the Seadwellers fully claim that bit of Alternia Hamlet had been keeping from the rightful Empress.
Meanwhile, the Summoner just wanted to have some fun, throw a little cosplay on, and maybe this anime had been on DVD in a safehouse, and he really liked the idea of a genuinely good and decent guy mixed up in the tricky low and midblood shenanigans that undercut a city full of sleeze and filth. Feerou makes friends with cyborgs and appriciates people as peeople, and isn’t that just awesome, you know?
Summoner: You just can’t figure out how to find out who an anon is, can you?
Grand Highblood: Everyone has their secrets.
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((OOC: Nonny, we assumed that you were admonishing them about this post.
We want to thank everyone for the response! Your asks have generated some BIG answers, and some littler silly ones like this. We’re at work on them all (though a lot of the similar ones will get answered in clumps), but keep it up!))
S: You did NOT just break our ask box.
G: Can’t be too sure what a brother does, now can you?
G: I was just over here meditating. If your precious weapon ended up flying through the air and over the horizon, well, that’s its special business, isn’t it?
S: You threw it into our ASK BOX
G: I did? And when exactly did I get this righteous fury on, you say?
S: I don’t know when you did it, but you did it.
G: Just look at my benevolent grin.
S: I won’t.
S: I don’t care if I can’t figure out how you did it. You did it.
G: You’re a boring motheringfucker, you know. Any other person would try to figure it out.
S: That is just a distraction from the fact that you—
G: You’re no fun.
S: It’s not my goal in life to be fun.
G: I NOTICED.
