♦ pitied by @adrenalinesCharge
a 1itt1e intr0zpecti0n i zupp0ze. the current me iz bui1t fr0m the zcrapz 0f mem0riez fr0m bef0re my firzt he1m. h0wever, thiz me a1z0 a1wayz had the reztraining b01t. the n0dez that were buried in my zpine and the 1itt1e c0de barrierz they puzhed int0 my thinkpan. it iz 1ike a 1itt1e v0ice in the back 0f my mind that zcreamz when i am d0ing z0mething wr0ng and i need t0 make them zt0p zcreaming at me. z0. wh0 am i with0ut th0ze? #vent #b0dyh0rr0r
a11 zenzati0n iz bad actua11y it iz time t0 f10at in zpace
hhffffthetrollobsessedwith that humanbookisintriguingme. Notinanywayotherthan howdowehavethesamewaistline.
ohgoshiforgotallwhoimsupposedtogiveratings to #nsfw hopetheydontpunishme heheheh butnoseriouslydontbemad hhh Workingonthem!
i am rea1izing that i am g0ing t0 have t0 rebui1d my zenze 0f ze1f az a c0ncept f0r the zec0nd 0r third time.
i have been zupprezzing a 10t f0r three zweepz.
P[EASE BE SAFE AT WORK ] CAN'T KEEP GO]NG THROUGH TH]S
Um-- goodness, um... okay... 'll try...! @///@
- Uh... your STRING? 😀 #KeepYourSilk #ToYourselfLOL
Hfff. After my current batch of Reviews are done I might have to start checking the requester out a bit more before blindly agree to it... hehehhe
c1arificati0n. i am fine. i am zafe. ap010giez f0r any a1arm i may have cauzed.
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You C@n't Be #epiccoo7g@mrgr7 Fugg7y Cute$ 4evr If You Die Of Prion Di$e@$e Chchow
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Don't You W@nn@ Be #epic Fugg7y Cute$ Forever Chchow?
>>| hate the system, love the purplebloods.
The B@d New$ I$. I H@ve To Put Project On Ho7d To Go Give My Friend @ R@bie$ $hot Bec@u$e I Don't Tru$t Th@t $he'77 T@ke Her$e7f To @n @ctu@7 Doctor. #wi$hme7uck
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= B(---> Stop Pitying My Chitts You Pukes
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I will improve my confidence. I don't know how. But you'll figure it out, I guess. My lack of confidence and identity actively harms the trolls I consider my friends. Thanks!
Should I get an Icon? ♡◇=Yes ♤♧=No Uhm. I may also need help with the icon! DM me if... uhm...yeah..
sometimes i hope im more than just the bulge fiend to you but a nuisance you want to take care of as well.
@caliBorn #nsfw #bulgerating #vomit #gore Truth be told, this isn't really a bulge rating... It's so much more. I made contact once. Just once. It was not even that long. Maybe a second. My pan feels like it is broken a little now. Heheh. You all keep asking me what the cherub felt like through Meionics, and I need you to understand that I do not think I am capable of providing a proper rating for something like that. There was no bulge. Uhm. That much was clear. Or rather, there was, but it was buried beneath something else. Something coiling into itself endlessly. Everything and nothing at once. An ouroboros in reverse. All end, no beginning. I saw teeth. Not literal teeth. Conceptual teeth. The idea that the universe itself could be consumed. Like, existence was nothing but a morsel. This is beyond lust, or wanting, this being was denial. Denial of itself, denial of existence. I think it was the basis of chuchununus, if I am being honest. Yet somewhere inside those thousands upon thousands of miles of something, there was a little bit of #nothing at the center. Another cherub, I think. It talked to me. Do you understand how horrifying that is? I was staring at the universe's foe. It was the universe’s #nullification speaking directly to my pan. Then there are beings so far beyond predation that your body realizes before your mind does that you were never meant to survive being noticed by them. I disconnected immediately afterward and vomited hard enough to rupture blood vessels in my face. Even in the mess I made, I still saw him. His visage stared at me, hateful, his eyes hated me for just witnessing him. He was hungry too. But, not for me. His hunger, oh, his hunger. It was all of us. All of you. Everything you've known. It wouldn't be enough. You think I am exaggerating because I am the silly bulge thing. Because I am isolated. Because I am unstable. Because I already spend too much time listening to things no troll should hear. I am #nothing, and I am not being silly. I am never silly during bulge ratings. I know the difference between a living signal and a gravitational event pretending to be alive. When I touched that thing, with my pan, I can only worry about what might happen inside of there. What if the Cherub followed me home? What if the Cherub,,, I can't think on that. There are creatures whose existence bends everything nearby toward them. Stars. Black holes. Empires. He felt like that. But, maybe beyond that. Like, those boundaries and concepted were beneath him. It all turned to ash in his gravity. I remember trying to locate something recognizable inside the signal. Embarrassment. Tenderness. Fear. Anything remotely person like. And for a moment, I found it. Deep inside, beyond, everything, beyond the vastness, beyond the #nothing and beyond it all. There was something... so... small. It wasn't every capable of growth. It was a as though it were a single particle in the entirety of our universe representing something that wasn't this gnashing horridness I had been gazing upon. It was aware. Do you understand how horrible awareness becomes at that scale? I think if I had remained connected even a few seconds longer, something inside me would have opened permanently. Like standing too close to a massive engine and realizing your heartbeat has started matching its rhythm. Cherubs do not experience hunger, or lust, or anything you might be relating to the experience of living like we do. Instead of phenomenon happening to them, they happen to phenomenon. Despite all of this, there is a new gravity about the idea of eroticism that this particular cherub had applied. I don't think I could ever hate it. That is the worst confession I can possibly give you. ----- Now onto stats! Strength: Unyielding Pliability: 7. Length: Unending Girth: Unknowable X-factor: Yes. This is something that made me understand why ancients revered monsters, and sailors through their coin into the ocean. Why you kneel before jaws capable of annihilation. Terrible divinity. This was terrible divinity. I want to keep looking. Because when I don't. I just worry that it's watching me. Even as I wretched and bleed, I wanted to see more. I wanted to understand its existence. It is an overwhelming certainty. No shame, hesitation, fragmentation, just appetite itself manifest. It was scripture. All intelligent life should strive for it. To stop doubling. To be singular. To want one thing so completely that wanting itself is devoured. I think, if it wanted me to keep looking, I would have. That thought alone is enough to bar me from imperial service. ------ Now onto smell and taste! It smelled... ancient. Not like, rot or death. Those are just whiffs, small scents. No, this was like, heat beneath stone. Minerals ground into dust by large teeth. Wet scales dragged against a primordial cavern to kick up dusts. It was before language itself, which is why my words shudder to describe it. There was a sickeningly sweet nectar-like poison beneath it all. The way flowers are before they make you sick. The taste of it arrived before I understood that I could even taste it. My mouth, even now, salivates at it. Metallic, thick, like, biting your tongue until your mouth fills with blood. But the blood isn't yours. It's ashy, and present. The taste of burning just enough to turn you to cinder. Its presence was like standing too close to a law of nature. It was an eclipse, I was staring over an ocean trench unaware of the monsters beneath. My thoughts became nothing but small concepts. My pan compressed inward as though instinct itself was requiring me to submit. Every signal in the vast shape carried confidence. Certainty. It was inevitable. But the worst part is. It was so warm, dreadfully warm. Like, the loving embrace of a lusus. Something so large and imposing that resistance itself was forfeit as an option before the reading even began.
i fuckin )(AT-----E ADOB------E
The pRxoceduRxe needs to take place by mid-peRxigRxee. I will pay you, obviously. ᝰ
me and my b1g fuck1ng mouth. crap
they parried my lightning bolt and now im just a pair of shoes with smoke coming out of them
#nsfw #nsfwe #gore #violence #thisiskindafuckedupbutyouknow @coronateCruelty VICTIM 1 - A yellowblooded shut-in who rarely left their hive. Unimpressive psionics, but dangerous with a keyboard; was looking into ways to jailbreak Imperial drones. Their bulge tore itself to ribbons inside its sheath right before they posted their latest findings. 6 inches. VICTIM 2 - A blueblooded threshecutioner who rallied their platoon around a cult of personality rather than orders from above. Their bulge fell off at the root, capping off a rousing speech at the group ablutionblock. 14 inches. VICTIM 3 - An aging violetblooded noble whose bulge had not seen proper use in hundreds of sweeps. Functionally a political assassination; they funded fringe opposition factions. Their bulge went off with a bang when they reached for it, alone, in their recuperacoon. 5 inches. VICTIM 4 - A sectarian subjugglator who preached peace and love. Their bulge tied itself into knots. The official cause of death was compartment syndrome. 12 inches. VICTIM 5 - A jadeblooded cavern worker who allowed weak grubs to bypass their trials. Her bulge degloved itself inside her matesprit. 8 inches. -TRANSCRIBED BY IMPERIALDRONE HIC-EMPRESS-CLASS:BRUTALIZER AFTER ADMINISTERING EMERGENCY MINDHONEY OVERHAUL-
t)(e marvel c)(aracter?
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there haz been a decizi0n t0 tighten up the c0de 0n me. i w0u1d zay thiz iz a-a-a-ann0ying. but i am n0t a110wed t0 zay that. z0 i am n0t. thiz c0u1d w0u1d be... eazier t0 manage if i waz current1y he1med.
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alright nOow yOouve gOot tOo get yOour ass beat. yOou did nOot just call me buckarOoOo.
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we are going to #KILL you.
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i am g0ing t0-t0-t0-t0- hrgh. create a ficti0na1 tr011. f0r thiz ficti0na1 zcenari0. they have had the b01t f0r five yearz. the b01t reztrictz em0ti0na1 rezp0nzez and z0me behavi0urz. thiz affectz them 0utzide the he1m. it m0nit0rz pzi0nic uzage and vita1z t0 track if the tr011 iz a1ive 0r n0t.
||| have been asked |f my butchurgeon cl|n|c w|ll perform "bone-bulge enhancement" surger|es. The answer |s, and always w|ll be, No.||
>> @gratu¡touડAnnu¡ty are you ડee¡ng th¡ડ guy?? ??
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I DoNT ThinK HumAN BulGEs DetAcH. UnlESS YOU meAN That YoUrS DoES NOrmAllY. lIkE A LizARd TaIl. IN WHICH caSE I AM FasCInATED MedIcALly SPEAKing
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𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓑𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓲, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓣𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱. - 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵
Soo yoou doon't respect midblooood artists? Woow. Wild thing too say noot cooool at all 8/
does anyone have any music they would recommend?
oh sit ddnt cach that 1 *max
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