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Username: [MORBID_RANCHER]
Registered: 3-11-315
Pronouns: She/Her
Mood: Brooding
Status: Online

About Me

love type with a passion for taxidermy and farming, session survivor, i don’t want to talk about it so doooon’t ask

if you’re gonna judge me for the marks, don’t DM me, comment on my profile, or sass me in response to my posts, i’ll block you. TCPs with marks are allowed on the forums just like any other and session ones especially are supposed to be part of this “safe space” or whatever, so knock it off

so yeah as long as you’re not here to be a dick, some info about me- CONTENT WARNING FOR ANIMAL DEATH MENTIONS, FOR YALL WHO ARENT DOWN FOR THAT

 i work on a farm where i “raise” (sort of) and butcher creatures that i call blood lambs. they’re from the session where i came from and if you’re interested, i sell taxidermied goods from them- or if you’re in the Hearth area, i can see about shipping you some meat. shit’s TCP consumable and everything if you prepare it right, and i’ll send instructions along. check my sales threads.

i don’t post personal shit here so don’t ask, but any business or plugs are appreciated. thanks for looking, and don’t be a shit. thanks.

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5/21/316- BLOODTHIRSTY

[image description: an image of bloodthirsty, a yellow love type with black splattery markings, blue and red accents, and two no-regret kill marks.]
 

The siren type’s hair falls into her face as Thirsty reaches forward and wraps her hands around her neck, and for the millionth time recalling this moment, Thirsty feels the distinct thought pass through her mind- I always found her so pretty and with a lunge it’s over, someone’s screams echoing behind her. It’s the same as always, and it repeats once, and then twice, and before it can switch tracks to another murder not too long before- or was it after?- her alarm goes off, and her eyes snap open, fists clutching at her blankets in a death grip.

It’s fine. Just a dream. Just another dream. The same as always, nothing new. Predictable.

Bloodthirsty sits up with a groan, cracking her neck and unclenching her hands- god, they hurt. She can deal with predictable, and has for the past...she stopped keeping count, and doesn’t have any plans of keeping track of that kind of thing again. No point to it anyhow, it’s in the past.


Walking is more of a stumbling affair as she makes her way from bed to the bathroom, looking herself over in the mirror and shooting her best attempt at finger guns at the marks on her face- solid lines, no regrets.

BLOODTHIRSTY: Lookin’ good, Murderface.
BLOODTHIRSTY: Ready to lose us some chances at personal interactions today?
 

There’s no response from the mirror, and she nods.

BLOODTHIRSTY: Yeah. That’s what I thought.
 

Checking the computer’s next up on the morning checklist, a laptop set up at the tiny kitchen table folded out from the wall. These little bio-dome shacks don’t come with much space, everything all capable of nestling into the walls...but Bloodthirsty likes it all out where she can see it, and folding and unfolding everything is such a hassle. Whoever designed this stuff clearly anticipated people being able to grip on better than a typical TCP can, and she’d rather just sneak by stuff than give herself a strain.

She only has two contacts she gives a shit about; Claims and...him. One of which, she’s got a message from- as expected, and the other, she has nothing. Also as expected. Might as well see what Claims is on about, though she has a pretty good guess.

[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: Do you have any more skulls available?
[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: Particularly of the miniature variety, they make for wonderful pendants.
[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: The medium sized ones can be workable as well for some larger pieces, but the large ones are only suited towards masks.
[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: I have enough of those for now, I think.
[MORBID_RANCHER]: okay okay okay oh my god
[MORBID_RANCHER]: no, i do not have any tiny skulls
[MORBID_RANCHER]: but i can get some. if my lambs are on schedule then i should have some minis popping in tomorrow, and i can strip ‘em down and get you what you need, i just need a number and advance payment.
[MORBID_RANCHER]: you could always wait for me to get stock in if you dont want to pay the custom fee but yknow...
[MORBID_RANCHER]: those always have the chance to go fast.
 

They never go fast.

[MORBID_RANCHER]: your choice. i gotta get to work on the farm, but i’ll check back later.
 

Thirsty doesn’t even bother looking at [CRYSTAL_HALL]’s message window, there’s no notifications there and seeing her old messages is just going to make her feel depressed- and she does NOT have time for that. She’s got some orders from the nearby town of Reminder, and the lambs aren’t gonna feed themselves.

 

The lambs are looking good, at least. Looks like a few of ‘em popped in overnight, right on schedule, and all they’re doing is shuffling around safely in their pen, munching at their hay and bleating whenever Thirsty comes close. She gives a medium sized one a pat on the head, checking them over- no signs of parasites at all, though any getting into a bio-dome like this would be pretty impressive. These things were built to keep pests out and crops, livestock, whatever you wanted to grow, safely inside. Getting her hands on her own little one wasn’t a huge deal thanks to all of Hearth’s nice systems set up for residents, but she did have to get signed up as a resident first, and fussing with paperwork while carrying around an asexually and spontaneously reproducing lamb from another world wasn’t exactly ideal in a big city. Sure, the god she ended up with after the session offered to help house her for a bit, but she only took up that deal for as long as she had to- she wasn’t one to impose, and it’s not like she ever really liked them in the first place.

Just wish he had come with me.

The lambs don’t need much outside of a little cleaning and their hay refreshed, with everything else happening completely on its own. All Thirsty has to do is let them pop into existence while no one’s looking and take them out to slaughter when the orders come in, stripping them down and saving everything- the meat sold the best for sure, especially since it was TCP consumable, but the rest went towards her taxidermy projects. The forums may not be keen on her stuff entirely yet, but she was gonna get ‘em eventually. They’d see. The butchering’s the hard part, and by the time she’s done with it today, she’s covered in technicolor gore and exhausted. Nothing new, but always hard.

She stumbles into the pen one last time, looking over what’s left of her flock. Still plenty, and by tomorrow, there’d be enough replenished that she wouldn’t have to worry. Just gotta pick one more out…

 

She takes one on the smaller end, grateful that they don’t seem to have much on their mind but fluff- she doesn’t think she could bear it if they turned out sweet. Even so, she says a quick thank you to both the lamb itself and, begrudgingly, its creator, before lunging and pressing her head against its side, draining blood from it through its skin. It doesn’t even react, and she doesn’t kill it, she never does anymore- just enough to feed the urges.

Just enough.

 

The warmth of her shack is welcoming, even if the amount of space isn’t. It’s a repetitive, predictable life, but it’s still Bloodthirsty’s, and it’s far away from any kind of horrible TCP murder hell, with no more god mindgames to worry about. Sure, she doesn’t get much in the way of talking to people short of the one guy who can’t shut up about buying her skulls, but that’s...something, right?

She glances at her computer and against her better judgment, checks for messages- and it’s the same as earlier. Some from Claims, none from him.

[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: I can work with that.
[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: While your custom fees /are/ a bit steep, I completely understand the idea of charging extra for the work, and I can’t imagine it’s easy working with tinier...lambs, you call them?
[UNSUBSTANTIATED_CLAIMS]: I await news on the skulls. Thank you again.
 

Well, at least that went well. She’d reply to him after she got the skulls cleaned up. No point in making small talk...for now. The last time kind of went disastrous.

Just leaves one last routine to her day.

[CRYSTAL_HALL] is offline.
[MORBID_RANCHER]: hey
[MORBID_RANCHER]: i know you aren’t going to respond to this but
[MORBID_RANCHER]: i miss you.
[MORBID_RANCHER]: and i want you to know that the lambs are doing good
[MORBID_RANCHER]: the skull guy keeps coming for business
[MORBID_RANCHER]: and uh
[MORBID_RANCHER]: it rained the other day, and i thought of you
[MORBID_RANCHER]: that’s all. hope you’re alright.
[MORBID_RANCHER]: bye.
 

She leans back in her chair, making a noise like a sigh. She’s not sure why she does this every day, but here she goes again. Again, and again, like clockwork.

From now until god knows when.