#arsenicfathips

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

[silkenseductress]

<SS Curses Politely At The Foiling Of Her Daring Grapple And The Huntress's Agility>

That Sounds Excellent - I Love Seeing New Locales

And I Should Be Able To Transportalize To Your Timeline With Coordinates

Snatching Im Not So Sure About Though I Could Dig Around Later And See About That

Though Honestly Im Sort Of Inclined To Offer To Set You Up With A Transportalizer Of Your Own

My Ship Has

. . .

Dozens?

At The Very Least

Any Way Yes I Would Love To See Your Hive And Hunting Grounds Nepeta

@arsenicfathips What An Ominous Thing To Say

You Know I Dont Believe We Are Actually Acquainted

[artificialgrievand]

Fish Are Fiends, Not…

Serket sat at the edge of the harbor where she had been hiding out for the last several days. This beachfront, having once been an exciting tourist and retirement destination, was now something more like a swampy, somewhat deflated husk of what it once was. It still looked nice enough, though. The mechanoid wasn't going to complain at least.

No, the bot was a bit more focused on other endeavors. specifically, ingredient hunting.

"I'll never understand the appeal of this…" Serket hummed as she looked at the modified fishing pole she had wedged directly into the ground. There was a bit of tech installed directly into the line roller and spool, beeping every so often without an obvious purpose.

The robot stretched herself out as she continued to look out to sea, before shrugging her shoulders and turning around, walking away from the rod and back towards the lighthouse she was held up at. As she walked, Serket brought up a hard light display to pop into her DMs, scrolling until she found @arsenicfathips.

::Salutations! I have nearly made the necessary preparations for your arrival. Might you have some spare time? You’ve 8een wanting to visit, yes?::

[zaffrenosologist]

► Youuuuuuuu should send a naughty picture to the first 8 people on your contact list

[ i dont even have eight active friends but ugh okay ]

@arachnidsgamer @forgottenjade @8ayesian @containerliving @embellishedbookworm @arsenicfathips @seashellheiress @finappropriate

All the people above are sent what's best describes as an ill-angled but hesitantly sent selfie that shows the area from the bottom of Cadmia's lips to her midriff, where she's pulled up her top enough to smush her chest together and form a visible under-cleavage, as her hand holds a scrunched-up black shirt that reveals her pale grey midriff. Underneath it is written the caption:

[ please dont share this out ]

[void-soda]

Got any fun thoughts on bloodswaps for trolls?

Ever made troll versions of your ocs?

The only fun thing I've done with bloodswaps was design a blue blood Nepeta for @arsenicfathips which was very fun. I like drawing for RP blogs a lot, but I can't maintain one and draw for it.

Aside from that, I haven't played with bloodswaps although I believe it could be very fun if I wanted to plunge into that rabbit hole.

I've never made troll versions of my OCs but I have made a handful of fantrolls. I doubt I'd do more than make troll versions of my fankids honestly. Still AUs are very fun and could consider it in the future but no promises

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

Lack of rather than bad decoration was probably the bigger sin in the grand scheme of things. Just how Sollux navigated it if it lived up to the 'bunker' moniker in size would be a mystery. Palmhusk secured in the enviable vice grip of her minimal pocket space, Nep would face no obstacle in the way of her destination. In fact that door opened up without even the creak and dust of the previous one, evidently seeing more use and maintenance.

In the next room was probably what she'd expected to see to begin with, conspicuously sans Sollux himself. A relief for most everyone. While dark, there were enough lights from monitors and devices that it didn't matter overmuch. Four of them crowded a desk with a large rolling chair in front of it, no doubt Captor's main command station. The nest of wires for that setup was admirably well maintained, but the rest of the room was unable to escape a creeping carpet of cables. Those more familiar with Sgrub would notice the wall of Appearifiers and matching Sendificators, with the opposite side containing a set of security monitors and their controls. Scrolling images of other hallways identical to the ones she came out of, or large rooms filled with shelving units and boxes. Plenty to poke around.

Almost forgotten in the corner was presumably his recuperacoon and a small mattress. Which begged the question, where the hell was the occupant? Harsh screenlight edged the ambiance from 'spartan' into damn near oppressive, walls unadorned with anything but cables and a single poster of a spirograph, a bladed circle embedded straight into the concrete through it.

Before she explodes or does whatever is those expressions might convey, a shiny foiled box appearifies above the pear to plonk down on it.

It's a box of truffles, chocolate over some kind of cookie base with honey filling. There's no branding so its possible they were made scratch. Usually trick or treating doesn't involve doordash!

Nepeta looks up in the air in awe at the spread of sweetness that awaits above her. She holds her hands together, eyes wide with wonder as it delicately falls down from where it appearified... into... no...

"NOOOOO!!!!!!"

It was too late. The chocolates drop into the pool. The pear falls to her knees, arms raised tragically as far as she can manage in the costume. She tearfully reaches for her palmhusk.

___

:CC < *sniff*

:CC < sollicks... do mew think mew could send that again... but five f33t furward...

[pantrypurrloiner]

:33< *af suspects she is purrhaps looking into a mewror...*

:33< hmm! hmm hmm hmm!

:33< *ac paces around this other huntress that looks just like her! was this a clone? a copycat? she had the hips and build of a purroper purredator, and the general rougishness and unkempt nature from living out in the wilds as opposed to in a house.... very strange!*

:33< hmm.... i would be curious about your origins, but the fact is....these hunting grounds already belong to a fearsome purredator, you'd best not be trying to meowsy on in here and take over!

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

:33< sollicks hears bushes rustling outside of his hive

:33< a blue tail flicks into view, then dissapurrs back into the darkness! it beckons him to step outside...

np it's like five miles 0f sand and scrubland outside what y0u'd consider my 'hive'.

but hell0 again, i guess this means i didn't entirely hallucinate everything. assuming i'm not in turn resp0nding to a mirage. th0se you d0 get out here.

[silkenseductress]

Incoming Reports Are Conflicting

Truly This Is A Troubling Time For Our Intrepid Thread Wielding Heroine

d0n't you dare get her pants that actually fit f0r more than a day.

i need this.

Listen Sollux I Have To Be Fair And Even Handed When It Comes To Listening To Outside Parties In How I Interact With Friends New And Old

Id Be More Than Happy To Take Your Suggestion But It Would Mean I Owe Nepeta A Successful Intrusive Thought

I Will Allow You To Review The Cause Of My Speaking To Her And Leave The Decision In Your Hands

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

:33< be pawnest... do these jeans make my ass look fat?

n0w you i kn0w only have 0ne pair at a time, so let me think ab0ut it...

still thinking...

hmm...

eh i'd g0 more with 'shapely'.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

?

questi0ns for the curi0us cat, hm...

do y0u think you prefer urban envir0nments now 0r would y0u go s0meplace a little more wild if y0u had the opti0n?

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

i said h0p in.

i'll drive.

[arsenicfathips]

arsenicfathips attached a file: hivecoordinates.zip

:33< here mew go! it took some convincing but i got my meowrail to help meowt!

:33< also there may be a discouraging message in there that mew should purrobably ignore h33h33

:??< i have procured the foodstuffs! find a space in your calender yet?

I think my schedule has just opened up, actually.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

🤔

Sollux has on more than one occasion tried to convince Nepeta to wear his various shitpost clothing.

The problem wasn't that he couldn't cajole/bribe her into it, but that by the time he could measure, make it, and come back, they'd already be too tight.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

🍑🍓✋ [boxer briefs, go buck wild!]

🍓 - Boxer Briefs, ✋- Permission to touch

This was an ambush Sollux had not expected. It had been a long while since he'd met up with Nepeta. He was quick to take up the invitation and make his way through the urban labyrinth to where he recalled her hideaway was. There was no way to suspect what she was up to until the alleycat had snuck up on him and promptly whirled around, tail hiked.

Briefs were clearly the operative word, Nepeta's ever-wide hips stretching the blue-lined black underwear tight against her shapely bottom half. Tight as they were they still did a poor job containing her wiggles, between the slow undulation of her fat cheeks and her tail flicking about Sollux was almost getting dizzy. Clearly this was the reason he had to reach his hands out and grab hold of her, fingers sinking into the plush behind and feeling the powerful huntress muscles below. He'd stay absorbed in these ministrations until Nepeta finally flicked him in the face with her tail to get a move on.

"0h, right. uhh. nine out 0f ten?"

[artificialgrievand]

@arsenicfathips Oh hello Nepeta! I should have guessed you would 8e ‘purrusing’ this we8site at such an hour.

It has 8een a minute! Are you doing alright?

…wait, why is it ironic? Did I say something wrong?