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but. meat.
yes i can. you can finish and eat anything if you try hard enough.
i think i am reasonable.
yes i am.
i’m so hungry i could eat a horse.
i onyl have improtant n real questions abt troll culture tht i didnt get to ask my friendies in the game like do u have troll human centipede how does tht work why boobies if u dont need them #suggestive #ig??
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people wwanna fuck eris cape more than they wwanna fuck eri
8=l < Does anyone else have odd feelings when it comes to meeting alternates of people you know 8=l < Especially when they are enemies, lovers, your b100dline, or even other selves 8=l < How do you separate your feelings 8=l < It's become easier over time for me but I struggle now and again
8=l < I care so greatly for trolls in my b100dline 8=l < I suppose because I see myself in them 8=l < I know the struggles I dealt with in life 8=l < I see those traits in them 8=l < I can't help but care 8=l < Makes me happy to see when they're doing well 8=l < Or compelled to help when they're not 8=l < I want to be the hand I wasn't given 8=l < It's so odd of me isn't it
Ponyplay, that's it that's the post. #suggestive
§u(R)e, §u(R)e. You'(R)e a f(R)eak but you al§o have good ta§te in mu§i(c). §o I'll let it pa§§ thi§ time. ™
8=l < You know what you did
Holy §hit. ™
8=x < Did you mean to post that link
Takes 0ne t0 kn0w 0ne
8=l < Interesting song choice, comrade
wwhen your provvider hunter boyfriend is out so you got to settle for factory hoofbeast from the tap
.fucking stupid ass motherfucking stuffy prancy fancy prissy ass high society stuck up nookwhiffing bulgebowing bootlicking stubbed toe man looking ass blueberry bastards and the stupid theatre shit and the fucking fjklhdessdjkhlagasdfglkjF #vaguepostinG
Right?
Stuffy rich pe0ple parties are 0nly fun f0r seeing h0w much gr0ping and humping y0u can get away with with0ut being caught anyways #nsfw
Hehehehe
N0t quite what i said but sure
Y0u ever daydream ab0ut being murdered by y0ur l0ver #vi0lence #nsfwe
ISO twwink wwhos wwillin to be the communal murder vvictim hogtied squirmin and squealin for those at the #murderorgy wwho arent so lucky to havve someone in mind they wwanna murderfuck outright and NO it wwont be one from MY personal collection so flor is off the table literally #nsfwwe #nsfww
and wwhen he twwirls that lithe femboy body a his it makes my globes shivver #nsfww
If You See A Man In A Dress, Rest Assured I Am Not Far Behind. #serene
i CANT finish unless youre distraught or at the vvery least repulsed #nsfww
its common knowwledge that eridans are drawwn to piggly wwigglies like beasts to slaughter but wwhat the amateur doesnt knoww is that my stalwwart stompers disguise a pair a most elegant strut pods wwith perfect proportions an the butteriest a soles
< REASONS TO TRUST ME TO VIVISECT YOU: - I WANT YOU TO LIVE SO YOU COME BACK TO LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN - IT'S HOT - COOL SCARS + STITCHES - COOL EXPERIENCE YOU CAN TALK ABOUT TO YOUR FRIENDS. >
someone should come over for a drink. one that for sure won’t make you pass out before getting your clothes changed to felt ones and face paint to make you look like a puppet with rosy red cheeks. being tied up to ropes that articulate you to my will. while i say your lines for you. #nsfw #nsfwe #drugging #dubcon #substance #cw-cnc
D --> All I do is make a f001 of myself in front of my superiors D --> I sh001d be punished for my 100d displays, flogged so I know my place beneath their boot D --> Fiddlesticks, there I go again D --> Perhaps it may be best to stop posting entirely
my cod im so blazin horny i could stick a speculum in ya #nsfww
eats the horse BEGRUDGINLY
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dont speak to me unless youre drenched in swweat and lettin me lick it #nsfww
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I treated the Geneva Convention like it was a Yelp suggestion written 8y a landlord. They'll NEVER survive the hydrogen 8om8 in my attic.
Concept, You've Been Put Down Onto Your Knees. This Isn't True, Not Really, Because They Don't Need To Speak To Get You Down There Now, The Very Glance Of A Notion That They Might Want You There Sends You Down Like A Stone In The River. It Makes Them Smile And You Focus On Slowing Your Breaths As They Circle You To Admire Their Work, One Prong Cupping Briefly And Then Caressing Your Cheek. You Can Feel Their Breath On The Nape Of Your Neck As They Too Sink Down To Their Knees Behind You, Laughing, And You Fight The Initial Instinct To Turn Around. Their Prongs Are Cold Against Your Already Overheated Skin As They Slide Up Beneath Your Shirt And Fingers Press A Little Too Firm Into The Grooves Of Your Ribs. They Whisper Something Into Your Ear That You Don't Hear Initially. You Must Have Paused Too Long Because Teeth Sink Into Your Neck To Refocus You And You / Moan /. This Gives Them Pause. You Feel Them Smile Against Your Freshly Bruised Neck As They Repeat Themselves, Purring. " Tell Me What You Want, Baby. " #nsfw #nsfc
It Is Okay If You Are Bitter Because You Haven't Found A " Twink " To Hold Your Leash Yet. I Know Deep Down Many Of You Just Want To Be Good. #suggestive #nsfc
Okay, Now Lift It Up. #suggestive #nsfc #positive
D --> To dress oneself in the garb of a servant is somewhat... e%hilarating #%dressing #maidservant #servitude
meh. wake me back up when s0me0ne wants t0 get 0bliterated by a twink instead.
Huffed a can of Axe 8ody Spray, got me fighting demons in the pu8lic pool locker room. Woke up to fifteen .22's in my face, told 'em "pull the trigger". #violence #su8stance possi8ly????????
Ive been c0nvinced s0me 0f y0u need t0 be muzzled during sex #nsfw
ii am 2o glad horu22e2 avoiid thii2 platform for 2ome rea2on ii cannot 2tand zahhak2 haviing theiir my liittle hoofbea2t dream2 actually realiized but equiiu2 ii2 kiinda piitiiable iin a dii2gu2tiing recently chewed up by a barkbea2t toy kiind of way
h(o)W D(o) W3 f33l ab(o)uT fISTIng?
I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS I H8 RO8OTS
wwhy do i exclusivvely attract indigo trash someone PLEASE enlighten me cause clearly im missin some vvital clue
:33< old men in caves are always like "take this mystic blade save the land" :33< im like oh ill take mewre mystic blade alright...
I fucking h8 ro8ots. <3< #vagueposting
https://i.gyazo.com/1b5772d44eba338960c0396baefca645.png #testimonials
↘️pllese no continue.↘️
hhh høt
:33< pipe bombs fur efurryone!!!
What would you do if I just started typing like this from now on?
I don't need anyone to fight for my honor! @theCodakkeffect#5492 honors me and will continue to honor me so long as he draws breath because he was strong enough to declare me his. Even as you are all mean to him, he's defending our love. :(
FUCK. MaybeIwashasty. I dontget it. Maybe I understand. Iwastooeager. He was toogoodforme. He is too good for me. I was too visible.ispoketoomuchabout us. I attracted so much extra attention. I was too desperate to be loved by him. His attention naturally draws in countless other admirers. He is the most tantalizing flame for all of the moths of this platform. AUGH. My holy flame.... Zebruh... Your radiance... You kindness... I mistook it for something more than it was. Maybe, I shouldn't have expected exclusivity. But, I saw him. Just now. Speaking to another troll. And, I saw it. The way he saw Dexter. It's the same way I saw her. The two most... excellent trolls to give me attention on this platform. He was effortless in his flirtation. Beautifully disarming her as he always does. He was able to dispense attention so freely, I felt something rupture in my thumper. I... I had to sit down immediately, and huddle against the wall of my respite block before my legs would give out from under me. I thought, maybe I was angry at first. But clearly, I don't possess the right to be angry when he is involved. It is his world and we all just live in it. No, no, what I felt truly was shame. How could I have been so controlling and manipulative of my beloved. He could I do that to him? Of course Zebruh attracts to many... His attention would naturally wander towards more stable trolls... more... attractive.... trolls... Those capable of participating in a healthy quadrant without immediately constructing burial plans and devotional archives after a single public declaration. It's my fault. I overwhelmed him. I pushed him to his limits. I should have not though him to be mine. In hindsight, it is perhaps mentioning the scents that was forward. Maybe... it was the custom body pillow. I... I admit that the corner shrine may have introduced unfortunate pressure into our dynamic. Though for the record, I couldn't finish it intime. I only just began laminating the screenshots. I can not blame him for seeking comforts in the wide breasts of Dexter. I have no spheres. My identity is nothing. I am worthless Dexter is everything. So beautiful, intelligent, and capable of terror threats.... It must be exhausting to be loved by someone like me.... I see now how frightening that must appear, to see me metastasize every emotion with him into a permanent ritual.... But... I am still grateful to him. Even if his affections drift elsewhere, he gave me love, where no other troll would. For the briefest moment, I belonged. For the briefest moment, someone belonged to me. I will keep burning the incense in his scent a bit longer. In case he comes back. Otherwise, I fully approve of your flush aspirations with @catastrophicGalaxy, my dear, beloved, and craven @theCodakkeffect#5492... I will miss you....
Plans fell through for the night, so I guess that's your pro8lem now, Chittr!
@bulgeCurator ❤️ Woah. Babe. Let’s take this back five paces. So that I can see that fine ass jog 10 times when I ask you to park that rear right in fucking front of me. This is the most woke and enlightened take that I have ever seen a little weenie roaster like you straight up cook. The sick fires that have been spit by this account have honestly been my spank bank depositing material for actual real life months. I don’t think I have ever seen a more enlightened soul describe the veiny surface of another troll’s bulge in complete and unironic solidarity with the universal caste struggle to get off. Usually, I have to ask people to get rid of their trashy clothes and personal belongings before they move in with me. I didn’t even have to say word #1 and you already took that initiative. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of myself for having found you than I have any of my other many notable achievements in life. Not only are you going to be at my beck and call. But I am going to make it my sworn mission to perform as few chores around the hive as possible so that you never feel useless or worthless again. I can’t believe a starving and beautiful soul like yours has gone this long without fulfillment. I cannot believe that something is pitiable and weak as you are, too precious for this world, has been allowed to survive this long without ample squawkbeast eyed surveillance. I don’t even care that you’re not a babe. In my bloodpusher, you are woman enough for me. When I wake up in the sweat soaked sloshing expanse of my recuperacoon, I want it known and plainly understood that I expect you to clean it for me. So that there’s enough room for me and part of your leg sticking out of it the next time I want cuddles. I don’t even blame you for the typos and countless mistakes made in your original post, because I am a forgiving and loving person. It’s been said before many many times. But I love me. And I finally met someone who loves me just as much. And I think that’s what romance truly is.❤️ @bulgeCurator #NSFW #Ahah #AlmostForgot
@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.
:33< i hate myself but in a <3< way
D --> Any dreams they may have %perienced would be in no way inf100enced by their hardware
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c0/0d/ab/c00dab62616371ce20c443cd0d1cc164.jpg i'm late to this, but this is my #BoyDinner
THIS SITE. IT IS SO PERVERSE. THE "LIKES" AND THE "HATES". THIS FUNCTIONALITY. DO NOT GET ME WRONG. I AM DESERVING. OF ALL FLIRTATIOUS INCLINATIONS. HATES. PERVERTED LIKES. BUT NONE OF YOU. WOULD BE CAPABLE OF KEEPING UP. WITH ALL THIS!! (( #nsfw ? ))
ooey gooey soppin wwet candles fresh from the factory wwax drippin in a sultry manner #nsfww
i make others slob on the crosshairs barrel cause im too cowwardly to do it myself #nsfww
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nah..
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