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@captiousGestures
ALL ROMANCE REVIEWS ARE ON HOLD WHILE I PARTICIPATE IN A ONE WEEK WRITING CHALLENGE.
THOUGH I HAVE ABSTAINED FROM ATTENDING THE IN-PERSON EVENTS OF #ERIDANWEEK AFTER THE UNFORTUNATE SITUATION I FOUND MYSELF CAUGHT UP IN DURING THE FIRST NIGHT, NOTHING IS QUITE SO VALUABLE TO AN AUTHOR AS LIFE EXPERIENCE. I'VE BEEN PERSONALLY ASSURED THAT EXTRA SAFETY MEASURES ARE BEING IMPLEMENTED IN THE INTEREST OF MAKING SURE EACH EVENT IS MORE EXCITING AND RESULTS IN FEWER CASUALTIES THAN THE LAST. THE RISK I'M TAKING IS CALCULATED, AND HOPEFULLY, I'M NOT THAT BAD AT MATH. #IWANTCANDY

The #eridanweek #iwantcandy event will commence in a couple of hours. In the meantime. Second to last call to RSVP. Chit #iwantcandy to confirm your entry. Original post below. ____________________________ Unfortunately, I was unable to participate in last night's festivities. I PERSONALLY made the perilous journey to a secure Crockercorp underground bunker to secure the requisite implement for tonight. ... Unlike our previous events, we invite ONLY the courageous select few among you to journey deep within yourselves. This will be a night of communion to forces with which you are all yet unawares. Access to a relic of the time before the Creators. Welcome to #eridanweek Night Five. How's the state of your sweet tooth? Confirm your attendance with #IWANTCANDY on the timeline. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/043f8154d007.png
HATE THAT I EVER POSTED THAT AT ALL. RELIEVED THAT CHITTR LITERALLY NEVER EXCEEDS MY EXPECTATIONS. #MYSPHERESARESAFE
LAST DUMBSHIT IMPULSE POST I MAKE BEFORE I LOG THE HELL OFF. IF I WAKE UP TO 1000 KULT (NOT FUCKING HAPPENING), I'LL POST SPHERES.
OCCASIONALLY I WILL GET THE URGE TO DO SOMETHING EXTREMELY PETTY AND MESSY, BUT THEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM 12 SWEEPS OLD. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I AM INDEED STILL A VERY PETTY TROLL, BUT I DO EXERT THE BARE MINIMUM AMOUNT OF EFFORT NOT TO START USELESS FIGHTS OVER MADE UP PROBLEMS.
PRESSING THIS BUTTON IS THE WORST THING YOU COULD POSSIBLY DO FOR YOUR SANITY. IF THERE'S A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD TELLING YOU TO PRESS THIS BUTTON, TO SEE HOW BAD IT COULD POSSIBLY BE THIS TIME, DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE. YOU NEED TO KILL THAT VOICE. NOTHING GOOD WILL EVER COME OF PRESSING THIS BUTTON. #VAGUEPOST https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/04/02/Screenshot-2026-04-02-231517.png
NO PROGRESS SO FAR ON THE PITCHFIC. I'M TORN BETWEEN TWO OPTIONS, BUT EVERY TIME I TYPE UP A CHIT TRYING TO ASK FOR A SECOND OPINION, I FEEL THE BURN OF BILE RISE FROM MY ACID TRACT INTO MY PROTEIN CHUTE. THIS HAS HAPPENED SIX TIMES. I'LL JUST FLIP A FUCKING CAEGER ABOUT IT.
RANKMAID HAS WON #EridanWeek daleee
#eridanweek #horror You find yourself in the same cubicle you've worked for the past ten years in. You find yourself alone in the half lit office building. You are the last individual in the building, everyone else has families at home. You gaze at the CRT Monitor displaying its 600 x 400 resolution. You are comforted by the warm hum radiating from its core. You flit your pupils about your digital workspace, resting on the internet explorer icon. You decide to click it, check a few personal emails. You are invited to a website, chittr.ing, it's called. You see it's created by an Alternian. @dynamicFlowfields You see your standard social media fare when you register. You see pictures of friends and foes of old sharing good tidings. You feel a warmth inside. You however, lose that warmth when you notice a small trend. You saw it every dozen posts or so. #imcoming. You chalked it up to an innuendo. You did not register the warning. You look into it a bit more as it begins to populate your feed. You see #eridanweek, your see #bouncingonit. You see no reason to be worried. You let yourself be comfortable once more. You find yourself reading one of Rankmaid's fictive narratives. @archiveAddict You don't let it excite you too much, you're still at work. You don't give #imcoming much more mind. You don't even realize it's already the second day of #eridanweek. You look at the clock, it is midnight. You wet your eyes with eyedrops, ever handy. You can not seem to turn away just yet. You begin to experience Eridan Week vicariously through the posts. You see the likes of humorous, possibly purely jesting, celebrities from Alternia and Beforus. You notice that nearly ever post of Eridan Week includes #imcoming. You notice that #imcoming slowly turns to #ImComing. You are uneasy from the new threat. You look elsewhere, exploring other tags such as #teatime and catching up with others who aren't involved. You see irrelevant posts to Eridan Week even begin to include #imcoming. You begin to see odd images aghast across your dashboard. You begin to see yourself in images you weren't aware of being taken. You see yourself commenting on posts long since past. You did not write these. You keep seeing it. You even begin to post #imcoming in these retroactive oddities. You assume that this is due to someone mimicking your identity. You attempt to steer conversation on the platform away from it. You hastily type up humor, and romantic posts. You are doing anything you can to drown out #ImComing. You notice it is larger now. #IMCOMING. You select the tag, out of sheer curiosity and perhaps a fear for survival. You need to know who is coming. You. You are coming. You scroll endlessly through the tag. You see yourself on every post. You see your own hollow words. You see your notifications begin to shift. You are bombarded, first, a dozen #IMCOMING Responses. You refresh. You see a hundred. You refresh. You see a thousand. You click one. You see yourself. You click another. You see your own account again. You scroll down your feed. You only see your own account. You see your profile picture, stretched, compressed, tortured, reflected in glass. You do not remember seeing yourself like this before. You try to log out. You fail. You try to close the browser. You fail. You try to shut of the monitor. You are tortured by its continued hum. You step away. You notice the lights are long since turned out. You notice the office is even darker than usual. You see the distant lights of other monitors flicker. You notice a rhythm. You notice a heartbeat. You notice it isn't yours. You look back to the screen. You see #ImComing is #ImHere. You do not remember this post. You do not remember thinking it. You see a live feed open itself. You see your grainy, monochrome cubicle in an old video. You see your chair, your desk. You see yourself. You are not looking at the monitor. You are looking at the camera. You see the image distorting as the alternate self begins to move closer. You see it distort the frame. You hear it. You do not have speakers. You hear it under you, or around you. You hear its cacophony of whispers. You hear it gently say, "I'm here." You see the monitor flicker. You see the camera cut out. You monitor briefly turns out as you lean forward. You see yourself in your own reflection, only behind you. You see chittr.ing return. You see a new post. You see @you. You see an image loading slowly. You clench your nails in anticipation as each line slowly creeps into rendering. You see your cubicle again. You notice it is empty. You aren't even there. You see the caption. #IMHERE You feel something breathing on your neck. You stand up to leave. You see its fingers slowly extend past your peripheral vision. You close your eyes. You shouldn't have stayed.
IT WOULDN'T BE A WRITING CHALLENGE IF I WASN'T FASHIONABLY LATE ON AT LEAST ONE PROMPT. I'M THROWING THESE TAGS AT THE TOP AS TO NOT CATCH ANYONE TOTALLY OFF GUARD. #VIOLENCE #GORE #ANGST. AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO @twinArmaggetfucked [DAY THREE: WHUMP] A GLOWING WHITE BLUR, STARK AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF VOID. THE GIRL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, BUT NOW HER BRIGHT AND BURNING GAZE IS BACK ON HIM. IT'S THE SAME LOOK SHE GAVE HIM JUST BEFORE SHE'D DIED. BEFORE HE'D KILLED HER HIMSELF. HE'D DISPATCHED HER SO EASILY THE FIRST TIME. A FLICK OF HIS WRIST. A HOLE IN HER GUT. HE'S TOO SHOCKED TO TRY IT AGAIN. SHE CLOSES THE DISTANCE SO FAST. HIS FEET ARE ANCHORED TO THE GROUND. SHE'S DISARMED HIM BEFORE HE CAN REACT. THERE'S NOTHING BUT OPEN SPACE ALL AROUND THEM, BUT NOWHERE HE CAN RUN. THE ONLY SOUND IN THE WHOLE WORLD IS THE REVVING OF HER CHAINSAW. HE FEELS IT ALMOST SOONER THAN HE HEARS IT. THE CUT ISN'T CLEAN. IT'S NOT LIKE A BLADE. IT'S A RIPPING, TEARING SORT OF WEAPON. EVERYTHING IS LOUD AND EVERYTHING IS WHITE AND EVERYTHING IS BURNING. HE JOLTS UPRIGHT IN HIS RECUPERACOON. HIS HANDS GRASP AT HIS GUT. HIS PUSHER BEATS IN HIS EARS. THE WORLD SPINS AROUND HIM. HE'S IN ONE PIECE. FUCK. HE SINKS BACK INTO THE SLIME. THE SOUND OF THE CHAINSAW STILL ECHOES IN HIS PAN AS HE CLOSES HIS BULBS AGAINST HER AFTERIMAGE. HIS FINGERS FOLLOW THE JAGGED PATH OF THE OLD SCAR. HOW MANY SWEEPS HAVE TO PASS BEFORE TIME DULLS THE MEMORY? HOW MANY DAYMARES WILL LEAVE HIM SWEATING AND SHAKING IN HIS COCOON BEFORE HIS BODY ACCEPTS THAT IT ISN'T IN DANGER? NEARBY, HIS PALMHUSK LIGHTS UP WITH A NOTIFICATION. IT'S SOMETHING STUPID. HE CATCHES THE TIME ON THE SCREEN. IT'S ONLY 2PM. HE GROANS AND KNOCKS THE BACK OF HIS PAN AGAINST THE EDGE OF HIS COCOON. IT SEEMS HE'S IN FOR ANOTHER SLEEPLESS DAY. #ERIDANWEEK #RPF
AT ANY ERIDAN STILL READING MY CHITTS EVEN AFTER YESTERNIGHT'S PROMPT, I AM ABOUT TO START WRITING FOR THE "WHUMP" PROMPT, BUT I'M FEELING SIGNIFICANTLY LESS SPITEFUL TONIGHT, SO I WILL LET ONE OF YOU PICK WHICH INSECURITY OR TRAGIC EVENT YOU WILL BE WRITTEN TO BE WALLOWING IN. IF AN ERIDAN FAILS TO SPEAK UP, I WILL BE LETTING SOLLUX DECIDE. #ERIDANWEEK
[[one of the tragedies of a muse who thinks hes anonymous is that i cant have him post selfies. i fucking love making character art for my muses but its also extremely funny to me for him to think hes flying entirely under the radar
AS PREVIOUSLY STATED, YES I VALUE MY ANONYMITY, AND NO SHARING PERSONAL ANECDOTES ABOUT MY LIFE ISN'T CONDUCIVE TO THAT CAUSE. BUT I STILL WANT TO MAKE IT KNOWN THAT THERE'S A GUY IN MY NOTIFS WHO I HAVE PREVIOUSLY OINKBEAST-TIED, OR AT THE VERY LEAST A VERSION OF HIM. GOOD TIMES.
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PATIENCE. HERE'S THE CUCKOLD BULLSHIT. [DAY TWO: CUCK CHAIR. VOLUNTARILY FEATURING @terminallyCapricious#2753] THE POSITION MIGHT BE AS EMBARRASSING FOR YOU AS IT IS FOR YOUR MATESPRIT. NO, NOT THE CLOWN UNDERNEATH YOU WITH A BRUISING GRIP ON YOUR HIPS. YOUR MATE IS THE VIOLET SITTING A FEW FEET AWAY, FULLY CLOTHED, ROUND EYES DARTING DOWN FROM YOUR FLUSHED FACE TO THE FAT PURPLE BULGE RUTTING ITSELF BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS. YOU CAN'T SEE THE EXPRESSION OF THE TROLL BEHIND YOU, BUT YOU'RE SURE HE'S GOT THE MOST INSUFFERABLE FUCKING SMILE PLASTERED OVER HIS DUMB FACE. INSTEAD, YOU WATCH ERIDAN SQUIRM IN PLACE, THIGHS SQUEEZING TOGETHER AND CLAWS DIGGING INTO THE UPHOLSTERY. "fEeLs GoOd As FuCk…" LONG FINGERS MOVE FROM YOUR HIP TO YOUR BULGE, AND YOU CAN'T HELP BUT TO BUCK UP INTO THEIR LOOSE GRIP. ERIDAN'S EYES ARE DRAWN FROM HIS MATE'S BULGE IN ANOTHER TROLL'S HAND TO A SPOT OVER YOUR SHOULDER, AND YOU CAN GUESS FROM THE SHIFT IN HIS EXPRESSION THAT GAMZEE IS HOLDING EYE CONTACT. "AiN't ThAt ShIt FeEl GoOd FoR yOu, BrOtHeR? bEsT gEt YoUr BeLiEvE oN tHaT i'Ll Be mAkInG yOu FeEl MoRe MoThErFuCkInG bLiSs ThAn ThAt LiTtLe FlUsHfLiNg Of YoUrS eVeR dId." WHATEVER YOU MEANT TO RESPOND WITH, YOUR WORDS CATCH IN YOUR CHUTE AS GAMZEE'S FINGERS DIP INTO YOUR NOOK. THE NOISE YOU MAKE IS PATHETIC, AND ERIDAN'S FINS TWITCH WHEN THEY CATCH IT. HE CAN'T KEEP HIS HAND FROM DROPPING TO HIS LAP TO PALM HIS NEGLECTED BULGE THROUGH HIS PANTS. "ShHiIiT… yOu'Re AlReAdY dRiPpInG fUcKiNg WeT. tHiS cUtE nOoK oF yOuRs Is ReAl ExCiTeD fOr SoMe GoOd PrOpEr AtTeNtIoN. yOuR iTtY bItTy MaTe JuSt IsN't EnOuGh FoR yOu, Is He? WeLl YoU dOn'T gOtTa WoRrY aBoUt ThAt NoW. i'Ll Be SuRe To KeEp YoU sOmE fRiEnDlY cOmPaNy." HIS "FRIENDLY COMPANY" FILLS YOU TO BURSTING AND KNOCKS THE BREATH OUT OF YOUR BELLOWSACS. #IMCOMING #ERIDANWEEK #RPF #ERIDANXREADER #GAMZEEXREADER #NSFW #CUCKOLDRY
#eridanweek #nsfw #c0mmissi0n #selfcest day 2: cuck chair eridan gr0ans as he uncr0sses then cr0sses his legs again. it's hard t0 ign0re the gr0wing tightness in his pants, and n0t just because his hipster jeans are t00 skinny. they said he c0uld l00k but wasn't all0wed t0 t0uch. he didn't kn0w that meant he wasn't all0wed t0 t0uch himself either. the tw0 writhing nude grey b0dies 0n the l0ungeplank in fr0nt 0f him are making it difficult n0t t0. "h0ww d0 y0u like that?" m0ans an eridan. "wweh," m0ans yet an0ther eridan, w0rds escaping him. his wrists are pinned ab0ve his head in the hands 0f the t0p eridan. the t0p eridan plunges his ring-laden fingers in and 0ut 0f the fishy n00k bel0w him. t0ned legs are spread wide t0 give the eridan in a cuck chair a pr0per view 0f everything he's missing 0ut 0n. the t0p eridan grins. his sharp teeth glint in the light. he leans 0ver his captive sub t0 breathe c00lly 0ver the 0ther's gills. it's an intimate m0ment. the cuck whines, unsure if he wants t0 j0in in 0r f0r them t0 keep g0ing. the t0p feigns a whisper, l0ud en0ugh f0r their cuck t0 hear. "let's givve him a sh0w." @capti0usGestures @archiveAddict

happy #eridanweek day 2 #imcoming to your timeline to remind you of todays writing prompts: DAY TWO: CUCK CHAIR / FUDANSHI THRONE and i have been given a bonus list promoted and sponsored from crockercorp directly and days 2s bonus prompt option is: hipster scarf shibari @captiousGestures and i hope to see you join this writing challenge today! 0v0 (tags: Eridan Ampora/Chittr, Eridan Ampora/Reader, #nsfw, writing prompts, writing challenge, content rating: M)
HOW DO I BRIBE MORE TROLLS TO TAKE PART IN THE WRITING CHALLENGE?

concept: feeling your matesprits hands travel through the sopor to wrap around your body in your shared recuperacoon pressing their hips against you from behind, your sleepiness pulling you in and out of consciousness "you dont care if i...?" they mumble in a slow and desperate voice you shake your head tiredly, dozing back off in the comfort of the slime as you feel them spread your legs a bit wider for use (tags: Reader/Matesprit, flushfic, #nsfw, #nsfwe, soporplay, shared recuperacoon, somno, free use matespritship, archive rating: E)
YOU KNOW WHAT, ACTUALLY? I'M SURE I'M NOT THE ONLY TROLL IN A FUCKING MOOD AFTER DAY ONE. IF YOU WANT TO FEATURE AS THE "BULL" CUCKING ERIDAN, I WILL BE TAKING VOLUNTEERS. #ERIDANWEEK #NSFW


























