♠ hated by @adrenalinesCharge
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i keep seeing things that make me think i missed m7 (han(e for this or that. reall7 not fun
⧃ Pascal is going to have to physically restrain me from calling a hit on Chchow. Kidding. Maybe. What the fuck am I looking at.
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ A very lovely crustacean he was. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Well, we already know the answer to that one ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Don't we? ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
>> ¡ fundamenta11y d¡ડagree w¡th mpreg ¡n any d¡rect¡on #mpreghaterડ
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THAT IS BECAUSE I SENT MENTAL LASERS OF THE DANGANRONPA TRILOGY INTO YOUR THINKING PAN WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP!!!! I WAS TESTING OUT MY DANGANRONPAINATOR!!!!!
I think we need t-o-o- get y-o-o-u a catheter maybe?
N-o-o-thing really, I just th-o-o-ught y-o-o-u’d have s-o-o-mething funny t-o-o- say in resp-o-o-nse.
꧁somany shorties.꧂
But why did you put me in a jar of all containers!!!!
I didn’t wanna tell anyone earlier, but I think we need to address the fact that Sairou collected me up in a jar earlier.
Sylink why would I want to be in a jar.
I don’t know why he did that, Rose. I’m scared.
√(Hang on. Can I call in an expert in the field?)²
√(It could also just be a matter of people wising up to the bait after the rest of those you've done. Tainted data, I'm afraid)²
No, say nicer things
[|||] hmmm, and who wooould yooou say iiis hiiigher than whooo betweeen you and meee???
[/-∊n♱rΩpy gr-∊yƗng Ωu♱./] -- ΣΩm-∊ p-∊Ωpl-∊ dΩn♱ |⟨nΩ屮 屮ⴵ-∊n ♱Ω ⴵΩld Ⱥnd ΣΩm-∊ p-∊Ωpl-∊ dΩn♱ |⟨nΩ屮 屮ⴵ-∊n ♱Ω fΩld. -- [/ΣȺmΣȺrȺ'Σ Σ屮ȺnΣΩng./]
[/-∊n♱rΩpy gr-∊yƗng Ωu♱./] -- R-∊Ⱥlly 屮ⴵȺ♱ dƗd yΩu -∊xp-∊☪︎♱ p-∊Ωpl-∊ ♱Ω ♱r-∊Ⱥ♱ Ɨ♱ ȺΣ ☪︎ΩnΣƗd-∊rƗng ♱ⴵ-∊ lȺΣ☪︎ƗvƗΩuΣn-∊ΣΣ Ωf ♱ⴵƗΣ ΣƗ♱-∊. -- [/ΣȺmΣȺrȺ'Σ Σ屮ȺnΣΩng./]
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ᐖ ᐖAS WHY I TELLINGK U SHE LITERALLY NIᑈE? ᐛ
ᐖ ᑈHᑈHOW IS LITERALLY NIᑈE ᐛ
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CONCUR WITH CO-COUNSEL! this is my hobby as well. which is to say OBJECTION! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM
That's pretty cool, Sairou
MAY YOUR STAY BE UNFORGETTABLE 🗝「I'm not at liberty to disclose what I do, Vesica. I highly doubt the reason for your hire is to meionically attack anyone. Because if so that makes you no different from a wriggling day stripper.」
⧃ No, Sairou. Not #you.
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PRE-TRIAL MEDIATION! if you would like to pursue legal action related to violation of intellectual property, i know a guy who can make it happen
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⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ You are a house of cards, of match sticks ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ The bandages you put over you wounds and the brave face you wear will not be enough for much longer. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Your facade is tired and so are you ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Also, ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Your vibe is immaculate as always. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Ah. They show up fine on my palm husk ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ I will make the appropriate changes for your comfort. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ She is done with you. Find a new obsession. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
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🐚Berry, berry, berry. If we keep this up we too shall end up like her....Violet Beauregarde #berryposting -----༄༄༄🐚
N@h, You'd Mi$$ Th@t Weird 7itt7e Thing
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♡♤♢♧ Greetings and salutations, Chittr! We have a new Quadnote from an anonymous source, meant for one @eclecticEngineer Your message is as follows: “I know you're up there or whatever. But I hope you're like, doing well. Hope to see you again soon, babe. Miss you.” Sounds like a sweet sentiment! If you would like to submit a note of your own, follow the link below! Arrivederci! #Quadnotes ♧♢♤♡
꧁hffff happy fathers day @technicallyTimaeus꧂
-=[iif chchowput me in heer basementi would piss eveveryone off becauuse id probbaly chew on a syqueaker all thetime and tap onnmy husktop and play stringed_instrument_warrior rlyloud_☺]=-
uses the big stick to keep you at arms length. begone!
By Vesica. 1. Moonlit bulge rises under silk, a storm hums low Vesica takes notes 2. Horrid majesty pressed proud against fate’s curtain ten out of ten. Hff. 3. A cruel silhouette ruins the line of trousers art suffers for truth 4. You call that subtle I call it civic panic button the coat, sir 5. Bulge like a rumor growing teeth in whispered halls everyone heard it 6. Velvet cannot lie it clings where the ego blooms shameless architecture 7. Respectfully, no that is not a modest bulge that is a landmark 8. The seam prays softly thread by thread, it meets its god and god pushes back 9. I brought my clipboard not for judgment, only science and also judgment 10. Awful miracle nature’s least subtle thesis signed in tight fabric 11. A shadow leans out from beneath the formalwear asking for applause 12. Bulge of the season spring returns, morale declines tailors drink alone 13. Pliability three, perhaps a generous four do not test me, sir 14. No, I will not blink I am conducting research for the public good 15. Corduroy trembles like a doomed cartographer mapping cursed terrain 16. The zipper knows fear metal teeth in single file awaiting glory 17. Do not smirk at me I can rate you into dust and I have a pen 18. Silence in the room then the trousers enter first social order dies 19. A noble horror not beautiful, not ugly statistically loud 20. Bulge casts a shadow long enough to cool my tea ominous service 21. Fate stitched this poorly or perhaps it stitched too well either way, obscene 22. I am professional but the numbers disagree ten, ten, ten, zero 23. A census event one bulge, many consequences forms must be updated 24. The belt is trying brave little circular fool hold the line, soldier 25. Not flirtation. Math. Do not confuse my rigor with surrender, brute 26. Moonlight on buckles makes even disasters gleam tragic. Effective. 27. This is why we need stronger chairs and weaker pride in public spaces 28. A monstrous thesis submitted without warning peer review pending 29. Every room has rules then a bulge walks in laughing and rules learn mercy 30. My notes grow frantic ink blots like dark little screams science is burden 31. You cannot hide it beneath that long formal coat the coat has resigned 32. Tailor, forgive him he knows not what strain he brings upon your stitches 33. The candlelight bends around impossible shape physics gets embarrassed 34. Bulge like a verdict delivered in velvet court guilty of presence 35. Hff. The scent category requires my full attention unfair assignment 36. If arrogance had a physical monument this would have railings 37. No x-factor found unless we count sheer menace which I sadly must 38. A sacred terror half fashion, half warning sign entirely too much 39. The trousers whisper please, Vesica, end this now I cannot, dear cloth 40. Bulge under brocade like a spoiled heir to thunder demanding tribute 41. No, stand over there near the reinforced table for insurance reasons 42. I did not blush, fool that was data entering my bloodstream too fast 43. A stubborn outline defeating every pleat with imperial force 44. Some bulges arrive some are announced by trumpets this one brought cannons 45. Respect the sample do not poke the evidence I said do not poke 46. Pride in tight leather is a dangerous doctrine yet here stands proof 47. The gods built a joke then gave it posture and pants cruel sense of humor 48. Bulge at high noon, bold all the saloon doors swing wide cowards leave town first 49. I rate with my eyes and suffer with my spirit such is my calling 50. A formal bulge bows polite as a guillotine manners do not help 51. I have seen legends less structurally imposing than those cursed slacks 52. The room gets smaller every time he shifts his stance geometry weeps 53. Do not call it cute that word lacks load-bearing walls try “catastrophic” 54. Horrendous splendor like a statue gaining weight in one wrong district 55. The waistband quivers a tiny doomed horizon before sunrise strikes 56. Bulge like bad news sent by courier on horseback urgent, stamped, embossed 57. A careful rating requires distance, calm, and light I have none of these 58. His confidence blooms with unbearable pressure in cursed dimensions 59. To measure is pain to ignore is cowardice bring me the ruler 60. No seam survives pride unpunished and unbending cloth remembers all 61. I am not impressed I am academically devastated, yes 62. Bulge beneath moon silk like a secret with shoulders leaning at the door 63. Elegance failed here not from weakness, but excess tragic overkill 64. The chair creaks softly not from weight, but prophecy it knows what comes next 65. Five stars for terror one star for social comfort overall: obscene 66. A terrible shape with very strong opinions on being noticed 67. I mark girth as ten then scratch through it, write “beyond” numbers have betrayed me 68. Could it be softer? Perhaps. Could it be less smug? Never. Absolutely. 69. Bulge like a sermon preached by a very rude priest in a silk cathedral 70. The trousers were brave no one can take that from them they died at their post 71. A low, heavy hush falls when he enters the room even mugs look down 72. I sip tea slowly as if dignity remains adorable lie 73. This is not romance this is textile disaster with cheekbones attached 74. Bulge of ill omen crossing beneath neon signs nightlife grows nervous 75. Do not ask for proof I have sketches, notes, and shame all properly filed 76. Pliant? Barely so more like an oath under glass stubborn, smug, alive 77. A proud catastrophe wearing trousers like a threat and smiling through it 78. I fear the buckle has developed religion from strain and terror 79. Bulge like a moonrise seen too close from the shoreline tides reconsider 80. It does not jiggle it negotiates with mass and mass usually yields 81. A formal complaint has been lodged by the fabric and several witnesses 82. What dreadful balance between comedy and awe nature, explain this 83. My standards are high my patience thin as cheap lace yet here we remain 84. Bulge in black satin a thundercloud with manners threatening drizzle 85. I would look away but my research grant forbids imaginary grant 86. Tailors gather round like doctors at a bedside whispering prices 87. No modest fabric can make peace with such ambition peace was never offered 88. A looming contour turning gossip into maps and maps into myths 89. Bulge like a scandal wrapped in gentleman’s clothing ruining brunch plans 90. The mirror fogged first not from heat, but self-defense wise little mirror 91. I gave it a ten then felt accused by the page the page was correct 92. Moonlight is too kind it makes disaster handsome vulgar accomplice 93. Stand still, specimen you are blurring the data with arrogance waves 94. A belt-hole farther and civilization ends choose wisely, monster 95. Bulge of legend, yes but legends eat tailoring and demand tribute 96. My pen snaps in half from evaluative stress send another pen 97. Hff. I am composed like a scientist should be during moral storms 98. The final score waits beneath coffee rings and sighs still ten, damn it all 99. Bulge in dawn’s pale light survives critique, cloth, and shame a ruthless sunrise 100. Close the file softly Vesica has seen enough the bulge remains king
Hey uh is "S" good or bad on a tier list?
Oh yeah, I got to play a video game while I was gone! I like this The Jumpman guy!
Ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhe
How devilish Sir Mind Goblin!
Oh I wasn't sure if Supervisor would get mad if I got rid of it, so I just put my new name in brackets! What kind of plots did you conduct? :o
Yep! Supervisor has been working hard getting the new cave set up. They were really worried about getting connected back to the splinternet because "socialization has proven to be vital to fully realizing my vision" whatever that means. How are you Sir Mind Goblin?
Oh! Hello! I have signal again! Hi how is everyone?
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♡♤♢♧ Greetings and salutations, Chittr! We have a new Quadnote from an anonymous source, meant for one @adrenalinesCharge Your message is as follows: “If you have to force yourself to be cruel, are you really cruel, or are you just a scared boy who's trying too hard?” Oof. Your humble postman may be missing context, but even without it, this is quite a heavy note. If you would like to submit a note of your own, follow the link below! Arrivederci! #Quadnotes ♧♢♤♡
A showing of one lacking confidence. Proper asshole-ery can only be achieved by a 100% unwavering soul
(V)(',,')(V) thatssswhat im sayine
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♡♤♢♧ Greetings and salutations, Chittr! We have a new Quadnote from an anonymous source, meant for one @adrenalinesCharge Your message is as follows: “why are you always so far away? i love you” Ouch..! The pain and longing in this one hurts even your dedicated postman..! If you would like to submit a note of your own, follow the link below! Arrivederci! #Quadnotes ♧♢♤♡
I am literally always saying this
man that movie came out ageZ ago itd be liKe Zpoiling for what happenZ in Zpider-troll
iZnt that the movie where troll gordon freeman dieZ
last time i checked nmegame kum canme across a kyutiegirl amd mot a pootiegirl..
> gorbeh cham approaches clad im her sugoi seifuku and myas heartily at nmegame kum dis is sunm ii temkis we r havimg kyou ismt dat tadashii {:33 > gorbeh poses her kitty paw fromds im a kawaii meko kimd of fashiom
So you're saying you're incapable of making educated guesses based off of patterns and things you already know? How exactly is that even my problem? It sounds, actually, like your problem.
Asking someone to accompany to do the activity is the favor, you pedantic chalk eater.
I can't believe you're already projecting. Asking for a favor from my friends is literally the opposite of being selfish?? Being selfish would be like sitting here huffy and waiting for someone to ask me what's wrong so I can snap at them Are you fucking nutso?
Anyone wanna get into an argument with me? I got some steam to blow off.
you have no idea how funny it was reading this with the post bellow it, though my comment will probablly push the effect out of your text
√(Okay that's funny as fuck I had no idea that guy existed)²
√(Hold on I need to look something up)²
√(FUCK NOT MY HAIRCUT. Your right, it's--actually you look like a twink Johnny Bravoh with even less game, I'm not taking shit about hair from you)²
√(This rivalry isn't feeling very platonic, my man)²
√(Get a load of this guy. Can't even understand a metaphor. Tch)²
√(Nay, bitch. It is you who fucks ass.)²
√(Oh, so now the guy with a secret gif icon wants to sling hash? Come back when you're a png like the rest of us, jackass)²
√(FUCK you finished your message with jackass already. Pretend I said fuckhead.)²
Φ ΛM ΘPΣN TΘ THΣ ΦDΣΛ ΘF Λ SHΘΘTΘUT ΦF ΨΘURΣ ΦNTΣRΣSTΣD
√(Y'know what's crazy, I was actually just thinking I need some kind of epic platonic rivalry to start my character arc)²
THIS·IS·COMPLETELY·TRVE·BY·THE·VAY I·EXPLORE·THIS·TOPIC·FREQVENTLY·ON·MY·PODCAST
>+. WE'RE NOT FROTTING >:( .+< #nsfw
>+. I HATE YOU AND YOUR LYING DICKS .+<
>+. COPYCAT!!!!!!!!!! .+<
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chittr.
𖦤 Is / this / what / love / feels / like? :||
the inevitabi1ity 0f everything iz that it wi11 end. it d0ez n0t matter if it iz g00d 0r bad.
i kn0w i have back-upz 0f myze1f. but juzt in caze thiz changez me. in caze the next iterati0n 0f pazca1 iz different. g00dbye. thank y0u f0r being my friend. i h0pe t0 zee y0u again. [uzer iz 0ff1ine] #pazca1zupgradez #he1ming
RAWR!barssssssssssXD!!!!!!
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There you go~! That's some of the HIGH TIRR pervert fantasy shit I was talking about~ I didn't read all of it cuz I got bored but I got the gist of it~
i ddontt tthinkk. tthatt was sscaryy. ssorryy
She was doombound. Doombound. A phrase that no one would like to hear. Many people were doombound. Darlin, Kaikka, Llevyn... But that phrase. That phrase to Gloomweiss. The shining pillar of joy she was. It was like a fog. A fog that had fallen over such a beautiful town. #thescript
Dude nooboody invited:
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Congrats on your )(ermap)(rodism, t)(en! I would love to know w)(at your gametes look like 38)
cronus amporas guide to the ladies part 1: rose lalonde #nsfwv #nsfvwe #substance #dubcon #cagttl first in my kinda arbitrary order is rose lalonde, rosie, blondie, cutest babe to evwer scovwl at me. trunkbeast in the block, yeah youre gonna need one into dudes, but thats more common that youd think. wveirdly more common than some of the other gals into gals, ewven. second point of order, roses are freaks. ewvery single one, iwve newver met one that isnt. this means that youvwe got an in, but not necessarily an easy one. youvwe gotta prowve to her that you can provwide wvhat her owvn fucked up pan vwants. usually this means dealing wvith her lusus issues. she wvants a masculine figure to giwve control to so that she can pretend like she isnt messed up about mommy. her loss is your gain. theyre also usually drinking too much of the seer juice, so doing stuff they vwouldnt expect is a good in. that or shes drinking the soporifics, dont see this one super often, but the vway to take advwantage of that is obwvious. wvhatewver it is, just position yourself as someone she can giwve control to. a fawvorite line of mine is "wvhos gonna believwe me anyvways?" my personal fawvorite is the "oh no please dont" style rose. this is the one that showvs off wvhat shes got, puts herself into situations, but acts frosty anywvays. think of her like a meovwbeast. you cant come on too quick, you gotta let her come to you, figure out vwhat she wvants. a good compliment vwill usually set her off in the right wvay, preferably something crass as possible to immediately get her off-balance. tits or ass wvorks, though some vwont be impressed by that, so get creatiwve! once youwve got her on the defensiwve you can figure out vwhat her thing is. does she get off to the shame of being seen around a dude like you? do her knees go vweak at the idea of taking orders? cant handle some trollhandling? shell hiss and scratch a little, but keep up the pressure and shell crack. shell get all blushy evwen as she snarks, and shell call you a creep but she wvont stop you. these ones lowve getting taken somewvhere priwvate to "chevw you out" wvhen really they just wvant an excuse to giwve you the chance to feel em up evwen more obwviously. then youwve got the magic dabblers. magic is fake as hell, obvwiously, i think vwhat they technically do is majykks or howvevwer you spell it. doesnt matter. these ones are bored as hell and theyre wvilling to make it just about anyones, uhh... the opposite of a problem. you see a rose thinking about testing a spell from some spooky tome on herself, encourage it, shes one of these. if they can find some excuse to giwve you the reins, they wvill. find a vway to justify your ovwn magical acumen. these are usually the type wvho wvanna givwe up control, wvanna stop thinking, so take charge and giwve that to em. i think if you leawve any rose alone vwith an esoteric tome long enough she becomes one of these, so go for it if thats vwhat youre into. if youvwe got a rose vwho doesnt seem to fall into either category, but youre sure she could like dudes, then you gotta mold her yourself. make jabs at her competence, emphasize hovw easy it is for you to push her around physically, make her feel small. shell push back, but youre prodding at stuff shes already thinking about herself. shell nevwer accept you as her equal so you gotta tear her dovwn until shes about to implode, then offer yourself as a shoulder to cry on. a confidante. she can trust you, vwho wvould you tell, vwho wvould believwe you? then you make your mowve. make her feel useful, use her, make her think that givwing you her body is just as good as wvovwing you wvith her mind. you gotta be her rock. the genetic predisposition to soporifics abuse is a great help here. shes used to feeling this wvay, ewven if she cant admit it, you gotta make it feel good. make her associate this state vwith pleasure, wvith you. if you can do that, youvwe got her in the palm of your hand. alright, time for the rating bod: roses havwe a lotta wvariance, ivwe seen em scrawvny and iwve seen em curvwy as hell. bonus points for being blonde and making the best faces vwhen theyre mad. 8/10 vwariety: 9/10 you can get a rose for just about any mood you might havwe, but theyll usually act grumpy about it ease: you gotta wvork a little bit to make a rose put out, but theyre usually entertaining enough its not frustrating. 6/10 personality: i lovwe em for their rambling, makes for fun banter, but i can see hovw itd put some people off. the ice queen schtick really does it for me those 7/10 ovwerall? ten outta ten babes, cant complain. im alwvays happy to see a nevw rosie in the bubbles and figure out her deal. usually her deal ends up being an unhealthy obsession vwith xeno-biology
get over it?? get Yoчrself another bчlge, babe #nsfw
whY the fчck did Yoч name Yoчrself bчlge cчrator then
gladlY ;)
Yoч;re actin like i gave Yoч more than a passing glance: i don;t give a shit first of all so i don;t actчallY care? go die like the rest of the mчties if this is how Yoч;re goin to react to a basic comment
man i alm⸳st respected the bulge pervert.
I have added a small handful of rules to my Trollmadachi Life experience. 1. I will intervene in their relationships as little as possible. If someone falls in love with the wrong person, then so be it. 2. Anyone who is mean to me on this website gets put in the maid outfit.
he was proolly goonna get culled either way soo at least that bandaid goot ripped ooff quick
↘️gross.↘️
EVEN? Is everyone gettinfg pregnant???
The piss guy!
Hoope yoou feel better man
>>>(Dead) weight
>> damn, ¡'m ડorry ડa¡rou
@theCodakkeffect#5492 #nsfwe #cannibalism #hemism #abuse For my matesprit. Lo and behold my shocked expression today when I hopped onto our beloved Chittr dot Ing, only to find that there was a status on this platform openly calling trolls beautiful. I had responded because my low self esteem, and I hadn't noticed who the poster was. I was looking up from my position not at a random splinternet nobody, but Zebruh Codakk himself. My eyes began to quiver and the corners of my mouth twitched into something resembling a smile. I couldn't help but to giggle and shake in my seat as I was openly praised by a Highblood. I had to be sure, and asked him to affirm his feelings of my beauty. Soon after, he openly admitted our quadrant to the world before informing me. My thumper began to skip a beat and I could feel my blood building up towards something of a deep welling of warmth in my stomach. I hadn't felt quite this way since Zoologer Coolscar gave me such a romantic series of advancements in our most recent encounters. I do not believe he understands what this means to a troll like me. I am a monster, a freak, the downtrotten most despised things in society. I am everything that he is not. He is a feminist, he is a gutterblooded ally, and he cares so very deeply for each of us disgusting and repentant trashbloods that he would not only waste his precious time responding to me, but affirming my existence in his life. He doesn't just notice me, or desire me. But he claimed me, publicly. It was as though it was the most natural thing in the entirety of the multiverse for someone of his station to do. To look down on me and decide I was worth keeping. I found myself rereading the post over and over again. Tracing every word with my eyes and my bulge and nook resting in my other hand. Fondling myself while reading his words over and over again until they had lost meaning entirely. I have come across a revelation. I began to rearrange my life around his as a result. I have since purchased his preferred incense. I wonder what side of the recuperacoon he sleeps on. I wonder if he would permit me to wear his colors. I think what affected me most deeply was the confidence of it all. There was nothing like it. Every word he says he means and becomes truth. He is incapable of lying, or misdirecting. His digital imprint is that of gospel and truth for a lowly hemoanon presumably trashblood like myself. He is clearly a romantic. Embarrassing me with his love and praise so readily. The idea that a highblood could simply point at me and say 'Mine' without first asking I could withstand the consequences of that declaration has left me with a fever whose only cure will be his affection. I have since began my research into human ceremonial binding practices such as marriage, devotional scarring, synchronizing our schedules, and finding the burial rites that will allow me to be buried with him like one of his many prize possessions. A troll of his stature should not have to concern himself with the untidy habits of somebody beneath him. I have already begun documenting my routines so that they may be more easily corrected once he inevitably notices their flaws. My sleep schedule is going to be synchronized with his own. My diet adjusted. I need a whole new wardrobe. I have begun clearing shelf space in anticipation of the objects he may leave behind at my hive. I found myself staring at my reflection earlier wondering what parts of me he intends to keep. While, deep within myself, I'd hope he would want all of me, surely his humble and modest nature would force him to consider maybe only taking pieces of me. I think I would let him have my horns first. I don't need them anyway. They are useless prongs to me, they would only serve as handlebars for when he opted to pail my pathetic and lowly mouth with his mighty bulge. The though of such an unbecoming troll like myself in a quadrant with his radiance... I hope he will refine me in time. Improve me. Maybe gently, but I hope not. The thought alone makes my legs give out from beneath me. He can take those next. I would never leave his side anyway. I would have no where to go. His declaration of passion towards me is something that I simply can't let him get away with. He did not ask whether I wished to be his matesprit after all. He insists that I am his, and his alone. He declared it before the world and the world listened. So, I must listen. Always. But never speak. I would sooner give my vocal chords to him than ever raise a negative thought to his continued existence. I would never voice anything for his great indigo presence would be enough to guide my pan where it needs. No thoughts of my own have ever truly existed. His confidence is so beautiful It is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Even more beautiful than my new signature, Vesica Codakk... Even our wedded name sounds perfect. I hope I make a good impression on him when I meet him. I need to, he can simply have all of me if he just asks, but I want him to want it, not just stake the claim because he has every right to me. I think I've mentioned my preparations already. His arrival is imminent, I am sure. Despite not knowing whether he intends to visit my hive personally. I don't believe this matters anyway. A matesprit should always prepare as though their beloved may arrive at any moment. The three hours I spent on my knees scrubbing the grout between the great stones was akin to a religious experience in dedication to a great messiah above me. I was unworthy of his devotion. I could only imagine the humiliation of him walking into the hive and seeing my disgusting living conditions and silently wondering if I was worthy of him or his love. I threw away clothing that didn't fit his aesthetic. I removed decorations from my walls because I worried they would distract him from me. I researched his entire account, from top to bottom, tail to tip, to find what scents he might like. I had to mix them myself to make sure they would be here in time. I smell of femineity despite not being a woman. Because I know it is what he would want. I am fixated on the idea of being of use to him. I want to reduce the space I take up in my own respiteblock. It only seems fair. So that when he comes he has a whole new room to enjoy. I have started writing down every thought I've had through the day in the event that he ever wished to know me completely. I started by fearing that the entries might embarrass or belittle me, but I realized embarrassment would mean he would get to see my wretched caste and I have decided to will past it. It is merely another form of intimacy. If he wishes to know how many times I think of him while touching myself, crying, or sleeping, then I should not hide from him. Transparency is important in a healthy quadrant. I am nothing. I am his. Not just sexually, but spiritually, architecturally, organically, perfectly his. Mind, body, soul, bulge, nook, whatever he wants from me. I think if he asked me to remain perfectly still in a corner of his hive like a doll for hours on end, simply to improve the atmosphere of his block, I would do so happily. I think if he wished to store objects on top of me, or in me, I would thank him for the privilege. I think if he forgot I was there entirely, I would feel entirely fulfilled knowing I had once briefly improved his day. I have started to research dietary supplements that will improve the taste of my blood if he ever desired to consume me. I must be considerate of such needs. But... maybe I should apologize to him. I fear he may be misinterpreting myself as someone normal. This isn't... a sudden development for me. I'm not usually manic, or, or experiencing faturation like this. This isn't my desperate flailing for his attachment. I am just a lowly gutterblood finally receiving the attention of a strong, handsome indigo. I have always been this way. Zebruh simply happened to be the best troll careless enough to point directly at me and call this wretched thing of a body beautiful and proceed to claim me as his. Most trolls wish to be loved as much as I am right now. I think I have always wished to be consumed. Not destroyed, eaten, converted, made into something greater. I want to be integrated and repurposed. Worn down by his strong hands into something useful and inseparable from him. I never understood where the line between romance and ownership has ever been. This much is true from my complete dedication to the Empress whose bulge, even now, permeates in my pan. Other trolls... their routines, rituals, digestion... Perhaps if they were sufficiently interested in me... But I bet you find this obsession unhealthy. I find the alternative to this very lonely. I don't want to just be held by him, I fantasize about being important to him. His pan should reach towards mind absentmindedly. I want him to forget where he ends and I begin. I want my presence to become embedded within him. I want to be so entwined with his daily life that removing me would be like tearing nerves from his body. But it's okay if he grows tired of me. Everything beautiful develops wear. I would only ask that he keeps whatever he finds useful afterward. The horns.... Perhaps my teeth... Hopefully my name... But it's strange. I don't think he understands that he has made a commitment either. I would never force on upon him. I would sooner remove my own pan than make demands of him. Of his radiance... No, I would know myself intimately enough to understand what happens to trolls after they decide they have become important to me. They leave. They would always leave. Flee to the corners of hemispheres unknown. They'd block me, some have begged me to stop speaking about them on Trollian or Chittr. One changed to a whole new typing quirk just because they were so distressed by how quickly I picked up inconsistencies in their emotional states. But they can never truly leave. I remember everything about the trolls I adore. The cadence in their speech to their most vulnerable of hours. The specific compliments that make them writhe in embarrassment, or the words they repeat unconsciously. I know the shape of their hunger and their fingers. The small hypocrisies in what they say and that they wish no one would notice. But I care for those things and preserve them lovingly. Like a jar in my thumper of embalming fluid and memories. I know Zebruh now. I will know him wholly and better. Slowly, completely, tenderly, he will become mine rather than I his. I know the exact moment he announced to me publicly. I have archived every single interaction he has ever had with any other troll on this platform. I have categorized them into emotional tone for easy revisitation during periods he may not be available to me and I would like to roleplay his continued existence out with my mirror. I know what colors flatter his face most strongly. I know the phrases he uses when he wants to appear more confident. I think he will realize soon that there are no other trolls who will ever know him as thoroughly as I do already, or intend to know. That must be relieving, to be so fully understood. To finally belong to someone as thoroughly as I belong to him. I wonder if he realizes yet that I am already becoming impossible to remove form his life. Because my love is cruel, and when done properly, my love should leave scars. #abuse But I hope he isn't frightened of me as a result of reading this. It's happened before. I've confessed my whole thumper out for someone to see. Trolls often become distressed upon realizing the extend they occupy my thoughts. They begin to interpret my devotion as obsession, or as a fixation. They think my affection is changing into surveillance, and my intimacy is closer to that of the bond between a manebeast who has hunted down a striped-hoofbeast. They get paranoid around me. They notice that I notice details they'd forgotten revealing to me. Once one cried because I remembered the exact timestamp of a message they had send to me sweeps earlier while they had forgotten it. I still think about it. The timestamp is in my pan. But Zebruh is different. He is strong, emotionally mature, progressive... He is a highblood ally to gutterbloods like myself. I trust that he understands that love like mine requires observation. I need to study him, to preserve everything the does. I would never neglect him by letting any details about him disappear ever. I have backed up all photographs I could find of him. If he died tomorrow, I would still need something left of him to continue loving. I have commissioned a small body pillow in his likeness for emotional regulation purposes during hours where he is asleep or otherwise unavailable. The artist was confused by the anatomical accuracy I provided but lo and behold they delivered regardless. I had to explain that accuracy is important when you decide to truly honor someone with your life wholly and fully. If Zebruh someday decides that he no longer wishes to be with me, I think, that would be alright too. Love would never end simply because access has been revoked. I would continue to improve myself for him. I would wear his colors, speak in ways he enjoys. I would cook meals according to how he likes to eat and leave the plate on the table every night in case he wanted to come back. The shrine I have built fo rhim since would be maintained in the eastern corner of my block. Photographs, preserved conversations, scented candled blended to match his unique musk, and maybe a few physical objects if he ever leaves anything behind in my block. I know some trolls might find it difficult to understand. But, I think, if someone truly alters the structure of your soul, they deserve to remain inside of it permanently. After all. He said I am his. I take vows very seriously.
BX33 < fuck
I was grown in a vat, that's what Supervisor says.
rate a n0ok.
Woah...
Is changing your name really allowed Sir Mind Goblin?
You know I don't even like the name "Winton" but what are you going to do?
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Wowwwww I get to play kickball and I'm on my good friend Sir Mind Goblin's team!? This is awesome!!!
We're going to do sports?! ＾ｖ＾
Okay!!! I will! I am being more confident! Sir Mind Goblin said I should meet more guys anyways!
Supervisor says I have to stay near/in the cave because "Alternia is a cruel cruel place and they'd cull you for being you" but everyone here seems so friendly!
Again? Ough.... Thank you for telling me.
Good joke Sir Mind Goblin! But I'm looking at all three books right now!
I wish there were more than three books. Oh well.
You'rejustjealousofthem. Who knows, maybe more Amporas will come to this post. ----o6o----
Oh okay, I'll try Mr. Bjunki.
Well I know: You, Supervisor, and Sh*tpeta.
What? Why not?
Just got called an "abuse goblin like thing" what dat mean?
Woah! That's cool!!!
Okay I did it, I got dizzy. Can we go back to being super villain friends?
Buuuuuut you meaaaantttt it... You're just embarrassed Mr. Bjunki! Okay I'll do it.
And if I do that we'll still be friends?
She/Her... but supervisor makes me call them "amateurnouns" because "There is nothing and will never be anything professional about a FREAK like you."
How do you change profile picture? I'm not actually that thing covered in tomato...
I didn't think of that Mr. Bjunki I'm sorry...
Oh... I'm sorry Mr. Bjunki...
Oh like we are villains together, that's fun! I'm starting to think you actually DO like fun. (/◕ヮ◕)/
I'm not really supposed to post pictures of myself... but I might anyways...
Then why did you go Tee Hee Mr. Bjunki..? Are you embarrassed to have fun? It's okay we can still be friends.
But we are having fun and also playing?
Oh you were just joking Mr. Bjunki? Okay yay! Loseton!!! (^O^)／
Ough... :(
Mr. Bjunki you KNOW my name is Winton...
What's a hemospectrum? I wasn't taught that one...
Yep, everything's normal in the cave today ^—^
Ough... my dinner....
That's called a carrot I think Mr. Bjunki
Carrot mush for dinner today, it's fine.
Pink! It's why I'm in the cave! ^_^
You tell em Mr. Bjunki!!!
I get to go outside for an entire half hour today!
Today I got to have filtered water and even some apple juice.
Oh... I'm sowwy Mr. Bjunki... I'll try to do better.
I think I got lied to... it's not dark and scary outside...
Y'know i⟡ never occurred ⟡o me ⟡here migh⟡ be yellowbl⚯ds ou⟡ ⟡here who never realized o⟡her cas⟡es don'⟡ pee ⟡heir color ==⟢
⚓︎ tell me abo〰t it
:33< im the worlds greatest dicktective :33< mew didnt read that wrong i can figmewre out any penis if given enough time! :33< #nsfw
Apologies.
Yeah alright, sure. Whatever that means.
Wow Mr. Bjunki you kicked me out of the way of all that scary stuff?
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh okay. That still doesn't sound good Mr. Bjunki.
They let me look outside today because I did so good at mine and craft (^O^)
Doc Scratch.
Mister Bjunki that's not true...
Ough... I don't think that's true Mr. Bjunki
I wish I could change my name because my name isn't this it's Winton
But if I'm twapped forever then how am I going to get water?
Everything is turning up for me! I get to sleep on a blanket tonight! \(^o^)/
✨🍭🕷️ yknow what would probably really piss him off. is like. if he had a million caegars. i bet he'd be so mad if he woke up to a million caegars he didn't even get to work for. he'd be like what the fuck!!! i didn't even earn this i feel so yucky inside!!! oh man that'd be hilarious 🕷️🍭✨
✨🍭🕷️ i don't think that's what he felt about that light 🕷️🍭✨
Parry.
do you people. have any hobbies. other than. hating posts. you should really. invest. in basket weaving. or crocheting. or doing. literally. anything else. than being. boring and petulant.
>> Theડe v¡deoડ ડcare the ડh¡t out of me but ¡'m a1ડo ડ¡mu1taneouડ1y ડo happy you're hav¡ng fun
juzt f0r that? n0t yet.
wow yhow did you know
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>> ¡ don't th¡nk ¡ w¡ડh to k¡ડડ you 1o1o1 ¡ don't even know how ¡ fee1 about the jugg1¡ng !!
thinnk good thoughts today. everythinng onne at a time im happy youre still with us.
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>> ¡'d put you on b1aડt to a11 of Ch¡ttr but ¡'m pretty ડure you'd juડt get off on that ://
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>> Don't ડay ¡t 1¡ke that <:((
>> ¡dk buddy, you te11 me..you're the one begg¡ng for ¡t.
>> ¡ can juડt go p¡ડડ 1¡tera11y anywhere e1ડe and not have to ¡nteract w¡th you, We11 Boy.
>> You do have a11 n¡ght, becauડe you're ડtay¡ng ¡n the we11. You don't get a cho¡ce.
>> ડevera1 peop1e ¡nteracted much more d¡rect1y 1ong before me and are f¡ne. ¡'m not enterta¡n¡ng th¡ડ. Get back ¡n your we11.
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#Gross
>([no items fox only]
>([everybody confident on t#e tl until t#ey gotta rumble wit# da s#ark (me) in sum troubled waters (irl)]
- Heh. Everything's comming up Mintyl! 😂😂
YES YES YES YES THANK YOU ]T FEE[S REA[[Y GOOD
copymight infingement...
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n0t g00d en0ugh again
Um-- gosh, 'm not good at this, huh. Um... ummm.... diggin' a big hole...?
- Uh... your STRING? 😀 #KeepYourSilk #ToYourselfLOL
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,,,cut$ all of,,,your $tring$,,,with $ci$$or$,,,
>>| hate the system, love the purplebloods.
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>> ¡'m ડorry about that Veડ¡ca, ¡f ¡t actua11y makeડ you uncomfortab1e ¡ w¡11 refra¡n and ¡'11 try to aડk other peop1e to aડ we11. W¡ડh¡ng you the beડt!
>> No jeguડ, that'ડ not what ¡'m ta1k¡ng about at a11 ¡f ¡ genu¡ne1y thought they were upડet by ¡t, ¡ wou1d ડtop ¡n a puડherbeat @bu1geCurator you can te11 me No ¡f ¡'m actua11y bother¡ng you, ¡ ડwear
>> Okay, no, that'ડ fa¡r enough ¡ wou1dn't typ¡ca11y reડpond th¡ડ way to anyone that ¡ડn't @bu1geCurator ¡n part¡cu1ar
>> 1ook, have you ડEEN the¡r bu1ge? Why are we be¡ng judgementa1
>> We A11 want to ડee your bu1ge ડhow uડ your bu1ge
(°. y𖦹ur bulge <3 .°)
(°. every𖦹ne wants t𖦹 see #y𖦹urbulge .°)
✐ᝰ Politic posting? Well, for one, I think the trains should be LESS HOT!! Especially when I'm on them!!!!!!!!! ᝰᝰ
hhhhidonthaveneoughmindhoneyforthismypanisgoingtofuckingexploode
gottapressthebuttoninmy#pod #mypod #mybutton thatim going to #press.
s)(es married t)(o rig)(t
t)(e marvel c)(aracter?
>> ¡ don't be1¡eve you're that ડhort actua11y
rock sorry bud
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>> Hahahah
>> he c1ear1y wantડ ¡t
♤ No. Not That I Think, Anyways? ♤
>> ડ¡ghh,,,
>> ¡ do too honeડt1y
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\ 1f 1 had a cager f0r every tr0ll that h8-reacted 0r was a d1ck after 1 agreed w1th them 1n the c0mments, 1'd have tw0 cagers. wh1ch 1snt a l0t but / \ mean t0 me J>:( #vaguep0st1ng 1 guess /
>> Abડo1ute1y not ¡ hope no one ever 1etડ you get away w¡th ¡t
>> bro you're aડk¡ng pp1 what they wou1d do w¡th the¡r feet, ¡ th¡nk you're 1¡ke, way ahead of yourડe1f on th¡ડ one
>> ¡ am def¡n¡te1y a pervert 1mfao ¡t juડt fe1t 1¡ke an accuડat¡on Maybe not the ડame breed of pervert you ડeem to be, but no judgement
\ we1rdly relatable /
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