♦ pitied by @captiousGestures
fuck and i didn't even have t0 pay rent 0n earth c s0 this isn't even a upgrade, it's just a lateral m0ve.
pr0s 0f living in a dead guy's hive: d0n't have t0 pay rent. c0ns 0f living in a dead guy's hive: neither 0f us can figure 0ut h0w t0 change the fucking wrigglerl0ck settings 0n this tv because g0d f0rbid a l0wbl00d try t0 listen t0 s0me real entertainment f0r a change instead 0f the "warmbl00d safe" sh0ws that bleep every third w0rd f0r unsafe language and cens0r all the bl00d and guts with, i'm t0ld, cutesy alternatives like rainb0w c0nfetti. #justbef0rusthings #bef0rusp0sting
searching up busty seafarin cosplay babes pin up kissin on my main wwwwindowwww no clearin history in vvvviewwww a evvvveryone no shame but openin a privvvvate tab turnin on a vvvvpn findin a spot under the stairs and constantly clearin my cookies wwwwhen i look up twwwwo normal sized men wwwwatchin the notebook together and sharin a kiss wwwwhen the music swwwwells does anybody swwwwim to this island too or just me
D--> To be held down and restrained by a machine, unable to move a muscle... the e%iting rush is like no other...
D--> I see, I will have to consider this
D --> It has been incredibly beneficial for me to participate in non-erotic asphy%iation to train my lungs and increase my stamina D --> I am now able to hold my breath for nearly 10 minutes from training in this way
#gore #verylight #fire [There are no cameras. No one will ever see. You, the reader, do not see this, not really. You, the Tavros, you see this. The wind blows gently around you as you look up at the journal factory. It lives in what was once a vast meadow and is surrounded by trees to block the view for the commercial sectors that have to exist too close to it. The false forest is still a touch scorched from the recent explosion a few months back. You lost some good friends in that explosion. And now? It will imminently burn down. Seventy eight trolls will die. That is what you were told. You called in the danger, but it wasn't taken seriously. All that there's left to do is to wait. You can't do anything until the fire's started. Or rather, you don't want to risk being the one at fault in the first place. The wind carries his voice. She wishes you true luck. The wind carries the birds above, circling the factory. They are your eyes. @godCat rests upon your shoulder. A friend. The squirrels, the mice, the deer, the animals that have managed to eke out a living in this place, they prepare. Your head is pounding. You're stretched thin. Even like this, not all are With you. The ones that aren't, you've convinced to stick around regardless. Silence. Maybe it was all just a bad joke. The wind kicks up around you. Silence. Just a jerk online saying things to get a reaction. Sillence. A songbird cries out. The wind pushes you forwards. The spark has been lit. It has been spotted through a window on the far side. You don't even think to smother it. The journal factory will burn down. Seventy eight trolls will die. Fate can only be denied so far. You run, faster than you ever remember running. You're not sure your feet are even hitting the asphalt. A small legion of woodland critters charges forth, descending upon the factory. You hit the front doors faster than should be possible. They're locked. Of course they are. You step back then raise your arm, palm facing the doors. Gcat disappearifies them and you rush in. Outside, you coordinate deer smashing windows, birds gathering nesting materials about the building, mice and squirrels finding any way in they can... Your head is pounding. The first thing you do is pull the nearest fire alarm you see. It hadn't even been going off yet. You hope that just that will be enough to get a good chunk of people out quicker. The animals pouring into the building make quick work in escorting (read: harassing and corraling) employees out of the building. For now, the stairs and hallways and doors are enough, but they're quickly growing crowded in the confusion. You practically fly up the stairs. Your eyes outside report smoke. A concerning amount. Running. Running. Running. Gcat teleports you past people headed down the stairs. A few floors up, you can finally smell the smoke. The staircase is growing crowded. The mice open windows and the birds manage to draw attention to the soft landing pads they've created outside. People are jumping, and screaming, and landing fine. The wind takes you further and further up, you can see the blaze before you- the wind stops. You stop. You nearly ran headfirst into a beam. You direct Gcat to remove it, and it's gone. Your animal friends haven't gotten this far up. You wouldn't ask them to brave the flames. You can hear shouts. People are stuck, trapped, afraid. You swallow hard. The wind behind you picks back up. You pull out an oogonibomb and crush it in your hand. The goop trails down your forearm and drips onto the ground below. A capybara-esque creature, but with far too many legs, scuttles out. It looks around the blazing room, looks back and you, and nods. You move on as it starts spraying water from its tear ducts, dousing the flames where it can. The shouts are getting louder. There are people up here. Trapped. They need you. It's hot in here, but the wind at your back wicks off your sweat and keeps you cool. This building is a maze, yet you travel it like you know the way perfectly. Pure instinct guides you. When burning rubble falls to block your path, Gcat warps it away and you continue. You are still managing so, so many beasts. Your head is pounding. You come to a split in the hallway. Left or right. You look left. You look right. Nothing obvious. You hear a call for help from the right. You look left. You chew on your lip. They call again. You hesitate. You hear rubble falling. You go right. You soon come to a room fully ablaze. Smoke curls around, clogging the air, yet when you inhale your lungs stay clean. The smoke parts around you as you enter. Someone is calling for help. You call back. You let them know they are heard. They're buried. She's buried. Something in your stomach twists. As you step towards the center of the room the wind follows. The windows slam open, the smoke is blown out, but you don't notice. You wave your hand and Gcat disappears the rubble crushing the stranger. You grab her. She can't stand. You're out the window. You float down gently, landing on a giant nest. The building is totally lit up. Firetrucks and professionals have arrived and are beginning to douse the flames. The journal factory will be lost. People will have to continue using Chittr. You recall all the beasts you can to safety. They've done so, so much. Your head is pounding. The wind guides you guide the stranger towards the medical responders and help her onto a stretcher. You don't catch her name. The factory is beginning to collapse into itself. The air about you is silent. You are winded. When did that slight sprinkle begin? A warm season rain, sticky and hot and humid. You are gone before the flames are. You've done what you could. The adrenaline is dying down and you can feel your cuts and scrapes and bruises and burns. The news reports on this. The journal factory has burnt down. Fourteen trolls died. The prompt response of the firefighters and the fortuitous rainfall are credited for the relatively low loss of life, though many workers make reports about inconceivable wildlife behavior. Investigations are undergoing into what started the fire and the fire code violations found. Arson is not out of the question. You haven't seen any of this yet. You go to your friend's wriggling day party.]
pRoBaBlY WoN'T SeE It, ThIs lAtE. fIgUrEd i'd sAy sOmEtHiNg, ThOuGh. EvEn iF ThE ShIt wAs dOoMeD To bE HeArD By mOtHeR FuCkInG NoBoDy. AnD EvEn iF He aIn't nEvEr wAnTeD To sEe oR HeAr a wOrD OuTtA Me eVeR AgAiN. kArBrO, eVeRy pOsSiBlE MoThEr fUcKiNg iTeRaTiOn oF YoU. a mUlTi vErSe oF MoThEr fUcKiNg cAnCeRoUs cReTiNs. BeStEsT Of bRoS. wOrStEsT Of wOeS. yOuR FiRsT WrIgGlE WaS An uNhOlY MoThEr fUcKiNg mIrAcLe, My mAn. SoRrY FoR It aLl. :o(
(※ ADDENDUM: It's mme. I have all the power. Obviously.)
- Inspired by mmy life? Sure. You Job-hopping rubberneckers. ※ URGENT NOTICE: I use his card just about every night down at the tracks. So who really has all the power here?
※ NOTICE: As a legal cullee under Beforan law, I'mm admmittedly pretty befuddled by your titillation. My mmoirail/emmployer is mmy culler. And our relationship is exceedingly normmal. I feel as though you'll be grasping at straws for your fetishization fodder. - Hope this Helps.
h0w sweet. y0u really are a gener0us critic.
can i at least request that it n0t feature cr0nus again 0r am i the 0nly pers0n with0ut a say here.
kudos but it wwould havve been nice to keep the prose rollin along a feww lines further so wwe could covver the part wwhere sol slices his disgustin bulges on cros operculum or gill rakers
already there buddy boy
and with cr0nus, 0f all pe0ple??
n0, seri0usly, what the fuck. i th0ught y0u were g0nna give me a s0ftball, n0t try t0 actually fry my brain.
dude what the fuck?
begrudging kudos.
@capti0usGestures @handMaid fuck b0th 0f y0u i am n0t rec0rding myself reading that.
conquerin entire planets is still easier than talkin to girls
im actually fuckin shakin shittin an throwwin up bile evverywwhere simultaneously because a guy wwith a microbang cucked me
god damnit. again! READ egbert it's a primarily text based medium!!!
it's over
i have GOT to fucking check who is posting before i click spoiled images.
HXW TX DELETE SXMEXNE ELSE'S CHITT - MC Oleana
T-t-thank you Rankmaid-sama it's not.. it's... this isn't my... Forget my face, please. Thank you. - MC Oleana
WAIT...ARGH!!! NX!!!! DELETE DELETE DELETE WHERE IS THE DELETE BUTTXN THAT MAKES NX SENSE - MC Oleana
This Rankmaid individual appears to be remarkably popular, and as I scroll through her posts I am able to see why that is. Her posts seem to fit the general attitude of this site very well and I can appreciate that! Even if reading them seems to make my eyes glaze over and every part of my body feel a way I am finding impossible to describe and I am also getting a little lightheaded. I've lost my train of thought as I was typing this.
I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.
everyone post their chittr hear me outs no one get mad but mine is unchained eridan i said dont get mad also slenderman (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, hear me out, #nsfw, archive rating: M)
alright destiel steamroll these nerds
COMMA IN UNEDITABLE COMMENT. MY QUIRK. MY FUCKING QUIRK. I'M DESCENDING INTO INSANITY. #LETSALLSEPPUKU #THATMEANS #SUICIDE
I AM NOT SEX YACHTING WITH THE OTHER CREATORS IT IS A SIMPLE BIRTHDAY PARTY THERE ARE AGENTS OF DISCORD ACTIVELY WORKING TO BESMIRCH MY GOOD NAME you know what. I'm going to calm down. It's fine. I'm an adult. #nsfw
I'm not saying that I've had personal experience with this. This was just a hypothetical that I am in no way claiming as a real thing I have had actually had to deal with that was an aggravating exercise in restraint. I cannot 8e more clear a8out this point, 8ecause I don't need anyone to interrog8te me a8out any theoretical "quadrant drama" I definitely have not 8een in. If I did, and if it was, yes, I imagine it would 8e an unsatisfactory 8itch of a situation.
I would say the most frustr8ting quadrants to vacill8te 8etween would 8e ashen and 8lack. You're already trying to keep two parties from 8ecoming mortal enemies tearing each other apart, it 8ecomes even more of an issue when you find yourself una8le to remain impartial when one of them is genuinely making you want to pull your hair out. I am trying to *help* you and you want to try to shift our relationship towards kismesisitude?? When I have had personal experience with how 8adly you are at managing your own hatred so much that we've entered a quadrant a8out it? It is a new level of antagonism that could lead to further escalation in the ashen quadrant in order to further get a rise out of you from your hateful solicitor.
ok wwell time to die for my sins or wwhatevver the fuck https://files.catbox.moe/ynuq4u.jpg #eridanwweek #gettingnailed #gore
theres no subvversion on this one guys jane is genuinely goin to crucify me #eridanwweek #someonehelpme #justkidding #nobodycan
I'm not s)(ore w)(at to tell my moirail. #glubposting
O)( my cod. My pan.
what happened (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, #eridanweek, #iwantcandy, hello, can anyone hear me, where am i right now, who am i, archive rating: 🍭)
i survived the plappening at #eridanweek (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, #iwantcandy, #nsfw, archive rating: 🍭)
ii thinbgk i have a concussion my spheres are vvery sore and i cant really remember anything other than hatesnogging troll bruno marss murderer last night tthat was insane (tags: The Rankmaid/Juju, #nsfw, #icame, #eridanweek, #iwantcandy, #idontwantanymorecandyplease, archive rating: 🍭) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/de89e459278e.jpeg
you were there captious gestures?
gomen for being away today i was getting treatment post #eridanweek (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, Rankmaid-sensei, my face, heal me, #gore, archive rating: G) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/92341f3ed4c1.png
Actually No I Cant Grapple With This Right Now I Need To Try And Become Unconscious As Rapidly As Possible So Goodbye
There Is Truly No Good Reason For Me To Awake Right Now
I Wish I Were You.
nno
can evveryone stop doin fucking terrorism at my wweek you guys its rude as shit #eridanwweek
I just corrected twenty two wine-inspired typos. You praise me too much.
Wait. Don't credit us on this. Oh, great.
fucked up that taking tr0ll xanax at #eridanweek just s00thed my anxiety instead 0f getting me high. i can't have shit. #substance
Im learning new sensations at #eridanweek!
Yo... this is my ancestor (Uh!) Eridan Wweek!
s0metimes i delude myself int0 thinking i have even the slightest chance with any 0f the bad bitches 0n my tl and then i remember what i l00k like.
NOTE TO SELF: IT IS MORE PLEASURABLE TO PLUCK ONE’S OWN EYES OUT WITH A CULLING FORK AND FEED THEM DIRECT TO IMPERIAL DRONES THAN LISTEN TO A DAVE STRIDER SPECIAL PLAYLIST.