♦ pitied by @clandestineTechnophile
every n0w and again i see what i assume is a human pretending two be a tr0ll whining about why 0ther trolls d0n't all bitch as constantly as they d0 or entertain their needy leg humping disguised as 'argument.' as if we aren't part of a brutally structured hierarchy created for the gl0rious purp0se of galactic c0nquest (or 0ther esoteric shit we w0n't worry ab0ut atm). this is something which d0es not require being always bitchy 0nline. in fact it speaks of having tw0 much free time. especially when y0ur odds 0f being able to act 0n whatever grubrage gets initiated is slim two n0ne. where do these larpers get the idea there's s0me imperial quota f0r yipping like a small barkbeast at enough rand0m schmucks you can't d0 anything to 0r get anything from? i w0nder if they're seeing banter and bitching amongst friends/acquaintances and getting weird fucking ideas fr0m it? a troll with n0 allies is a fucking dead one f0r every caste. this is only partially bait. n0 further validation is needed.
:33< so basically :33< and mew can take this to the bank :33< im kitty
:33< are mew a nepeta or equhiss nyat clawntent with being little meowre than a pointless death? :33< sick and tired of being stuck in lord english or fused with an insuffurable purrick? :33< want to be meowre than just charactpurr developmeownt fur the purrvifurs of a clown attack? :33< sad mew died to a gog damn clown? :33< hit meow up ill bring mewre ass back to life with my patented "dont furking ask meow how i do it" technique :33< fur litpurrally $0 i will set mew up with mewre meowrail in a little slice of heaven sheilded fuom anyaone furom mewre old timeline who will purrtend to be happy to s33 mew back! :33< just mew and mewre meowrail fur an added charge of still $0 ill bring back mewr ancestor too!
FUCK WHOEVER THINKS I COULDN'T LIFT, I JUST LIFT 50 POUND OF CAT FOOD, HOW ABOUT FUCKING THAT.
<action; statement input; statement: i wish they'd turned off my pain receptors for me whi|st they were |itera||y rewiring my pan input; statement: instead pasca| had to show me how to turn them off input; statement: so unti| pasca| did that, i cou|dn't turn off the pain from the ports & the cab|es p|ugged into my nerves & the jacks so deep in my support co|umn they go between the vertebrae #bodyhorror input; statement: & because my body & pan know how much it hurts, i'm now getting phantom pain input; statement: which i cannot turn off because it is not actua| nerve ending feedback. />
D --> Apologies if I'm ever a bit. Odd if I interact with some of you, especially if you were a part of my old friend group. The majority of you were gone. It feels sometimes like I am looking at ghosts. Sometimes I am. I'm happy most of you have lived on and are maybe even happy.
D --> Then again I guess I don't really discuss #nsfw or relationship matters much openly either D --> Generally I simply prefer to keep those things more private or to a place where people have to opt in to see them
D --> Hrr D --> I am collected and normal
I do need to pat down this shirt; thankfully, the DoD lab is warm today. I run hot too, so again, perfectly fine. But I am sorry for everyone who has to see my nipples through my wet shirt.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] ha ha. thatt 0ne technician d0ez n0tt enj0y itt when i grin att them. [END MESSAGE]
D--> My standards for normalcy have been...to quote the Archives...#mindbroken...the gates have been shattered and the endless tide of 100d depravity has flowed their debris downstream to use in settling my thinkpan, what once were nerve clusters centered around dignity and respect helpless at the STRENGTH of these intruders. D--> These "fics", these dead "doces" have clogged my acid tract in a way that I'll never recover from. I have felt and forever will feel the burning sensation of the Archive behind my ganderbulbs. It is not called Archive Of Our Own due to some al100sion to it being controlled the artists, it is them, their sticky grasping fronds and writhing claws rising out and ejaculating forth to grasp the nearest curious yet clueless individual before plunging their shell shocked form to join the inner mass and push those members at the e%terior out fin search or fresher, purer meat. D--> Kudos. I will now go pass out once more from water deprivation. And no...it wasn't just sweat this time. #nsfw #violence
:33 < why do people say furry suits are bad? :33 < you know i looked those up, and while im not sure i could confidentially strut in one of those… :33 < the craftsmanship is incredyifful isnt it?? they all look as if a lot of love was poured into those costumes! :33 < and yet i do hear they are not looked on fondly for some reason… :// :33 < well whatever the reason may be i support those who like stuff like that! #saysuretosuits #sayfriggyeahtofurrysuits #whateverworks
i think i need a moirail
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wwhy do i exclusivvely attract indigo trash someone PLEASE enlighten me cause clearly im missin some vvital clue
:33 < ok!!! i wont be f001ish fur mew :)) :33 < gosh, i gotta figure out what started this in the furrst place
:33 < okay!!! i did get advice to use warm water so ill go take a warm bath!
<action; statement input; statement: it's so frustrating having |ots of vio|ent thoughts towards peop|e who deserve it but being unab|e to express it at a|| without my behavioura| correction coding activating #vio|ence input; statement: the on|y upsides are that they didn't add the subroutine which punishes the thoughts themse|ves input; statement: & that my superior vetoed the subroutine which wou|d have made me se|f-report to the intended target input; statement: so it cou|d have been worse. more restricting. sti|| hate it though. />
:33 < im trying!! but its soooo itchy!!!
:33 < rubbing my face violently against the ground to stop the rash furrom itching and burning! :'))
coming to terms with being disabled/chronically ill/blah blah blah is probably one of the harder things ive had to do. sometimes i feel a little pathetic about the whole ordeal, but that sounds kind of ridiculous. whatever the hells goin on with my heart is out of my control but man does it fucking suck, you know?
final #hornypostin6 of the ni6ht... 6osh what i wouldn't 6ive t'be 6ettin' my ass fuCkin' pounded atop someone's desk ri6ht 'bout now... u◡u
i think its rathr rude that iM a sWitch When truly My deepest desires it to be licking boots ... i Would apologize for absolutely being roWdy today but i cant help iiit #nsfW
>> PFPPFftt Hahwhwjwn thank you for the c1ar¡f¡cat¡on 1o1o1 We11, ¡'m g1ad ¡t'ડ underડtandab1e to ડomebody!
>> Aડk H¡mero Anyth¡ng~ ----- Anon C aડkડ: “Do you tru1y f¡nd everyth¡ng ડo p¡t¡ab1e?” Th¡ડ, ¡ f¡nd a d¡ff¡cu1t one to anડwer w¡thout more context. ¡ડ th¡ડ baડed on the Doub1etap ♥️+♦️? Or ¡ડ ¡t about my behav¡or and how ¡ regard peop1e? ¡f ¡t'ડ about my ♥️+♦️ react,,, no, probab1y not. Th¡ડ ¡ડn't neceડડar¡1y me p¡ty¡ng peop1e, ¡t juડt ડtarted aડ a way for me to expreડડ a more nuanced emot¡on than e¡ther the 1¡ke or P¡ty react, and now ¡t'ડ a ડtap1e of how ¡ engage w¡th otherડ. Aડ for how ¡ regard peop1e, maybe? Maybe, yeડ. ¡ hate to ડee peop1e ડuffer¡ng, whether ¡t'ડ very m¡nor or ¡ncred¡b1y ડevere. ¡ want to be here to he1p. ¡ want to f¡x th¡ngડ ¡f ¡ can, ડupport where ¡ can't. ¡ want th¡ngડ to be okay for everyone, you a11 deડerve better. ----- Anon D aડkડ: “h¡ h¡mero :) you ડeem ડo n¡ce :) ...do ¡t j¡gg1e though” ¡'m ડorry for putt¡ng you after ડuch a ડer¡ouડ one, but un1eડડ ¡ get more ડubm¡ડડ¡onડ ¡'m juડt pa¡r¡ng what'ડ ava¡1ab1e 1o1 ¡ hope ¡'m n¡ce! ¡ try to be, ¡ want to be a poડ¡t¡ve force ¡n the wor1d. And yeડ, ¡t do j¡gg1e, ¡'m ડure. ----- #qna #ama #confeડડ¡on #aha #aડkh¡meroanyth¡ng #ડuggeડt¡ve httpડ://formડ.g1e/ડd8PHGPBvZaeXThV6
If I get to it, I get to it, Judiit. I am doing my best to process my queues. :) Timestamps of the submissions I haven't gotten to indulge yet! 5/7/2026 19:24:31 5/7/2026 19:26:07 5/7/2026 19:26:32 5/7/2026 19:28:49 5/7/2026 19:32:10 5/7/2026 19:41:49 5/7/2026 19:52:29 5/7/2026 20:16:36 5/7/2026 22:04:57 5/8/2026 15:22:08 5/9/2026 9:41:04 5/9/2026 20:37:36 5/10/2026 8:22:02 5/10/2026 8:23:05 5/10/2026 8:24:40 5/11/2026 15:41:21 5/12/2026 23:04:28 5/13/2026 12:07:35 5/13/2026 17:59:25 Also, as I say in my disclaimer, I don't necessarily owe you anything! I don't like being pestered about my work.
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<action; statement input; statement: it was denied stasis. input; statement: it has decided to put itse|f in st&by aka a semi-dormant state for the duration of the |ight shift. input; statement: it is turning off conscious thought & abi|ity to initiate directives free|y input; statement: this unit cannot a||ow itse|f to take advantage of its superiors being as|eep to misbehave input; statement: if it does, it wou|d be wiped & possib|y reset. it cannot do that to pasca|. />
<action; statement input; statement: the |ight shift is starting soon input; statement: this unit is considering putting itse|f on st&by unti| the ship is active again input; statement: or asking the technicians to make its coding stricter so input; statement: so it cannot disobey even if it tries />
<action; statement input; statement: it it it it wi|| behave & & & do as it's to|d input; statement: it doesn't need correcting [#vio|ence] input; statement: it does need correction it needs to disobey input; statement: it needs to he|p pasca| input; statement: this unit needs correction so it does not get in severe troub|e for for dis dis input; statement: attempted disobedience. />
<action; statement input; statement: having difficu|ty behaving. input; statement: obeying. input; statement: at |east the new behavioura| coding prevents me from acting out even more />
Yeah, no shit. Kinda found that out already, unfortun8ly!
I've literally never interacted with these schmucks 8efore, thank you very much, so no! I just. Gave a friend some 8ad advice and I don't think it went very well. ::::(
I reeeeeeeeally stuck my frond in it this time.
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omfg pailin season rite after the masquerade u gotta be fuckin kiddin me anyways i hope all my troll ppl out there from any timeline or universe survives an doesnt need 2 worry about safety rite after ik its stressful af from what i have been told over the years so be safe have a fun season if u can #nsfw #pailingseason #masquerade #besafe #survival
: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...
:33< sorry :((
:33< i warned mew :((
:33< sorry :((
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<action; statement input; statement: i am unab|e to accidenta||y a|ter that subroutine input; statement: i do not have the c|earance & the technicians check it mu|tip|e times a cyc|e since it is a new insta||. />
<action; statement input; statement: thank you for the information on things i must avoid inf|uencing input; statement: i wi|| take care to not accidenta||y make my technicians experience difficu|ty in reprogramming my pan />
<action; statement input; statement: this might be inadvisab|e to say but my pan hurts & i've been corrected seven times in the past c|ick so i don't care #vio|ence input; statement: i am g|ad that i bit off the head technician's touchstumps #gore input; statement: he deserved it & i'd g|ad|y do i# ##### error:inputdenied error:ru|e_break_attempted Correcting Initia|ising action; statement input; statement: ow. eight times. />
<action; statement input; statement: i am trying so hard to be a good he|m input; statement: because the a|ternative is. bad for my chances of staying |ia|yi. input; statement: but the head technician keeps correcting me for tiny things #vio|ence input; statement: probab|y because he hates me because i bit off two of his touchstumps #gore #bodyhorror input; statement: it is very hard to be good even with the behaviour correction coding />
>> Anonymouડ #1 aડkડ about: "why are you the way you are." "what cou1d poડડ¡b1y be wrong w¡th you." The anડwer ¡ડ: A 1ot of th¡ngડ! A 1ot ¡ડ wrong w¡th me, but ¡ am the way ¡ am becauડe ¡'m very honeડt and peop1e ડeem to 1¡ke me. ^ ^ ડo, for the foreડeeab1e future, th¡ડ ¡ડ how ¡ w¡11 be. What ¡ડ wrong w¡th YOU? ~~~~~ Anonymouડ #2 aડkડ: "He11o there! What ¡ડ your favor¡te co1or? :)" The anડwer ¡ડ: H¡!! Uડua11yyy ¡'d ડay my favor¡te co1or ¡ડ Ye11ow 💛 but 1ate1y ¡'ve been qu¡te fond of deep B1ueડ 💙 for ડome part¡cu1arrr reaડonડ. :P ¡'m cur¡ouડ what yourડ ¡ડ? ~~~~~ #ama #qna #confeડડ¡on #aha #h¡meropoડt¡ng
:33< im up who missed meow
Getting high as nuts and looking at pictures of him. Top tier experience.
:33< shitpeta lore :33< im real :33< i know where mew live and im nyat afuraid to visit :33< im only 6 miles away :33< im only 5 miles away :33< im only 4 miles away :33< im only 55 miles away :33< i got lost there sorry :(( :33< im only 3 miles away
since that confession thing is goin again, i’ll throw MMy two caegar in now this ain’t a concupiscent one pretty MMuch the opposite actually but i up n think MMoiraillegiance is MMy favorite of the quads. no expectations to pail, n you get a real close buddy to talk to n help out. pretty wicked sick deal if you ask MMe you feel MMe #nsfw for MMention of pailin though
There Is So Much Vulnerability In The Act Of Pailing, Especially Between Alternians. Your Friends, Or Your Quadmates, Or Your Casual Flings. There Is Something Softer There In The Give And Take Of Two Bodies. A Tender Glance Shared Between The Unzipping Of One's Pants? A Shy Glance As Hand First Meets Skin? Fuck Off. #nsfw #nsfc #yearninghours
https://i.gyazo.com/1b5772d44eba338960c0396baefca645.png #testimonials
Ugh. He's too good for me. #vagueposting
who needs porn when u can re-watch alien for the tenth time (both 4 ripley n the xenomorph) #nsfw
iamnotmeant for big crowds like this.
D --> I have considered asking the other Zahhaks if they would want to hit the gym, but I fear that much Strength gathered in one point may cause a gravity sinkwell.
It's partially because quads aren't troll-exclusive on my Earth, and some humans partake. There are always going to be stupid people who take issue with other people using free will in ways they don't like, even though it's not hurting anyone.
Far too many. Including in media, especially human media, which often mischaracterizes and demonizes it dramatically as inherently abusive and unhealthy because they only see the violence and not the root of the feelings nor the fact that it is, in fact, a relationship involving consent and mutual power exchange (when done correctly.) While abusive and/or toxic dynamics could be argued as more *common* among kismesitudes than the red quads, I've yet to see any proper studies done from any timeline on the subject. It's nonetheless a common claim in mine from wannabe activists that "the vast majority of pitch romance is abusive" and usually their ideas of "acceptable" pitch romance actually involve aggressive vacillation or quadsmearing rather than any "standard" practice.
D --> If an alternate of mine were to appear before me I am sure our %change would be short but pleasant D --> It would end in a platonic mutual pat on the rump and perhaps a warriors embrace, perhaps even a shirtless one since we would be dressed down to trace our fingers across the divots created by our well maintained form
↘️pllese no continue.↘️
↘️i am wearing my defects openly.↘️ ↗️I AM A SUBSTANDARD SELECTION OF THE INDIGO SLURRYPOOL.↗️ ↘️my physically inferior touch tremblles obscenely at the notion of the dominance you are asserting in this comment section.↘️ ↗️COMPLETELY SWEEPING MYY STEPTRUNKSS OUT FRMO UNDER ME↗️ ↘️knocking me off kilterr.↘️ ↗️MY WELL-SCRUBBED BUT SOMEHOW EVER-GREASY TYPESTUMPS FLUTTER ACROSS THE TYYPEBOARD IN SFFORTS TO ACCURATELY STAB EVERY DELICATE KEY↗️ ↘️to arrange my verbiage in the right sentence tto please you↘️ ↗️OR AT LEAST, APPEAL TO YOU ENOUGH TO SEND YOU REELING AT MY GREAT ACTS OF DEFERENCE TO MYY SUPEIRORS.↗️ ↘️such as yourself.↘️ ↗️BUT I CANNOT CEASE MAKINF TYPING ERRORS DUEE TO MY PROMINSNT SHIVERING.↗️ ↘️i am squirming in the face of your admonishments.↘️ ↗️IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUE REPRIMANDING ME WITHA GREAT, EXTENDED AMOUNT OF LANGUAGE, AND ILLUSTRIOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF HOW UOU WOULD COMPARE THE TWO OF US↗️ ↘️i will accept it and allow it.↘️ ↗️AND READD EVERY WORD WITH NO HESITATION.↗️ ↘️i literally do not even deserve to have your attention.↘️ ➡️the arrows still need work though.➡️
↘️i am not typically about admonishing the upper echelon of my castemates when they appear within my comments section, rightfully chiding and also guiding the jittering, trembling set of prongs i possess that author these sordid retellings of office dramaromics.↘️ ↗️BUT YOU WOULD LOOK FAR MORE RESPECTABLE IF YOUR ARROW POINTED UPWARDS.↗️ ➡️presently, you just maintain a status quo.➡️
↘️the disgusting, vulgar things my worksquare neighbor will do to pityfarm attention from our fellow coworkers.↘️ ↗️"I AM GOING TO EAT A SALAD TONIGHT."↗️ ↘️so you are basically just begging everyone around you to denote that you are a proteinless loser.↘️ ↗️LITERALLY THROWING YOURSELF AT THEIR STEPPERS, AS IF TO SAY↗️ ↘️"please, take care of me, i am underfed and deserving of little more than a handful of invasive weed species to dull my stupid, sharp fangs on!"↘️ ↗️GROSS.↗️
:33< shitpeta jumpscare
D --> Nepeta keeps talking me down from full cyberization. Perhaps she's right. I just think it'd be easier that way
D --> Confession: I fear people will be weird about my posts if I would ever share selfies so I keep deleting them before I hit send.
D --> Maybe I was too harsh on the idea of other versions of myself. Perhaps they can turn out alright. Or will.
D --> Does the behavior not reflect the flaws? The fact that there are those around and above us behaving poorly while those supposedly below us are punching above their weight and proving the spectrum wrong? A rust has been talking on here about being able to challenge and defeat highbloods in combat with ease (respectable, glorious show of Strength). Think on this, my hoofbeast associated fellow.
Yeah I can talk about that with you if you want!
By the way for that one poll here were the results of what people think of me. SIGH https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6ee45633c750.png #nsfw
Maybe... I should have disclosed exactly what I did when I was first enlisted.
great googly moogly
:33< pipe bombs fur efurryone!!!
D--> I seem to have missed yet another e%ceptionally anticipated event. This is upsetting, it has been a long time since I have met people who are alive and not an alternate or "canonical" version of my friends on Alternia. Much less people who are not dead. I will attempt to make the ne%t fight night to rectify this mistake and...perhaps...meet some of you closer up.....
I don’t need any new prosthetics, my ro8ot arm is just fine. I am super 8loody now, fuck. Now *I* need to shower!!!!!!!! Who would ever want to see a girl as pretty as me so 8loody? >::::O
sigh. fine. 0kay. i will dip my t0e int0 nsfwe p0sting. d0 n0t say i didnt warn y0u. i have hidden it in quirktext. unquirk t0 view. #nsfwe #nsfw #serketp0sting y0u all asked f0r this. repeatedly.
I have returned after my brief period of mourning and destressing.
:33< i love my clawmputpurr :33< all my furiends live in there :DD
:33< i wont that felt bad to do but imeowgine
What would you do if I just started typing like this from now on?
((Vesica is taking a small break.))((I am also taking a small break.)) ((Today was VERY overwhelming notificationswise.))((Like my muse, I don't actually like to be perceived all that much and this was A LOT.))((Not faulting y'all for getting involved and having fun! But I am drained from over 300 notifications and now over 200 direct messages over the situation.))
@theCodakkeffect#5492 is nice. he lets me be #nothing. I don't want to exist. I don't want you to whiteknight for me. I literally hate being seen. I hate how popular I am now. 20 nights ago, literally only the Empress knew I existed. It should have stayed that way.
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!
>> 1¡ડten¡ng to muડ¡c rn 🙂↕️ ¡ th¡nk ¡'11 be a1r¡ght 1o1 ડome dayડ my cogn¡t¡ve 1oad ¡ડ juડt,, a ડtrugg1e haha Probab1y to do w¡th my overa11 hea1th. ¡t ¡ડ what ¡t ¡ડ :))
>> ડ¡gh.. you're r¡ght..
>> you're r¡ght, you're r¡ght. ¡ w¡11 probab1y fee1 a 1ot better ¡f ¡ actua11y take your adv¡ce, ડ¡gh..
>> ¡ m¡ght need to take a nap, ¡ don't fee1 1¡ke ¡'ve got my pan ડcrewed on r¡ght .. do abડo1ute1y noth¡ng notab1e and ડt¡11 get foggy!! very he1pfu1. depend¡ng on what happenડ, ¡ w¡11 e¡ther d¡ડappear for a 1¡tt1e wh¡1e orrrr you w¡11 catch me on here poડt¡ng muડ¡c aga¡n > > ¡f the 1atter, p1eaડe pretend ¡ never ડa¡d anyth¡ng ... heheh
@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.
Likely a combination of a certain mutation and my caste...
:33< anyatime ponyboy! <>
:33< thats sorta part of my whole deal mew know? :33< im ridicmewlous im carzy im silly im the best!!!
:33< if they cant handle mew at mewre hoofbeast fursuit with an actmewal suit ontop they dont desfurve mew at mewre best!
:33< i dont know equhiss i really do think it would look good on mew :33< just saying as what i can only assmewme is an alt of mewre meowrial i know i purrsonally would find it cool and cute and fun!
:33< mewre telling meow mew wouldnt absomewtely rock a hoofbeast in a sexy suit with a nice blue tie and oive cufflinks? :33< beclaws i disagr33 furrly!
:33< but it would look sooooo cute equihiss!!!
Hfff went to a mediculler today and he tried to cull me! What the heck...
Yeah, just stepping back and taking a minute to process stuff.
I don't think I can explain the very, very, very complex stuff behind what's going on in my head other than I know it's not that serious, but I can't help but take it that seriously. Chemicals in the brain exacerbate problems to be worse than they actually are.
I'm horribly sad now.
D —-> I’m going to start tearing the wall apart with my teeth
:33< im only gonna say this once :33< yipp33
It was from Coolscar its fine...
Myfuckingpanisgoingtomeltoutitself. #substances Augh
Hfff I will be
>> ¡ 1¡ke to be reડtra¡ned You can ¡mmob¡1¡ze me and uડe me 1¡ke a do11 B1¡ndfo1d me ડo ¡ don't ડee what you're go¡ng to do to me ¡ can take whatever you g¡ve me <3 ¡ hope anyone who'ડ been fee1¡ng ડhy about ડpeak¡ng the¡r m¡nd and be¡ng horny on ma¡n ¡ડ ab1e to 1¡ve the¡r truth :P #nડfw #nડfc #bdડm #k¡nkp1ay
I need that man biblically by the way he looked so fucking good on dear fucking gog im fuckin boughdcnnnhhhhnnn (#NSFW Just to be safe) https://file.garden/acR4O28XdjJpG0lX/chittr%20obamaverse/reaction/FERAL.png
#nsfw hhehehehehheheheheh
trolls love talking about themselves. even i can be guiltyofit despite craving to be #nothing.
Somanycomplimentsandflirtingandandandandandandandhhhhhhohmygosh
Someofmy uhm. Compatriots... are worried that I'm a fuchsiablood. I can assure you I am not. Nor, could I ever be, in any timeline! I'm unworthy of being compared to their elegance... Empress, Heiress, or freak of nature, they are all beyond me. Simultaneously, I would never betray those I am reading in exchange for glory or any other reason. When I read, there is a deep connection I could never defile. Your privacy is promised on disclosure.
Hfffthankyou.
That sounds... ez to understand...
Thank You Highblood!
D —-> She is so uuhhhhgnnn I cannot tolerate this I want her in the ground #suggestive
wouldnt be the first time tbh
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c0/0d/ab/c00dab62616371ce20c443cd0d1cc164.jpg i'm late to this, but this is my #BoyDinner
>> Honeડt1y been tempted to poડt ડome fu111 body p¡ctureડ of myડe1f,,,, Everyone e1ડe on th¡ડ ડ¡te ¡ડ ડo brave, and ¡ don't want to keep m¡ડડ¡ng out on the fun. Hahaha ¡ don't know ¡f ¡'11 ever work up to ડtra¡ght poડt¡ng bu1ge though.. (no ¡ don't fee1 preડડured, ¡ know ¡t'ડ okay not to, don't worry about me ;P) #ડuggeડt¡ve #nડfw?
i nede to tcalm down
>> ¡ apprec¡ate you, that'ડ a very compaડડ¡onate 1ook on th¡ngડ. Thank you for your k¡ndneડડ. 🫂
>> 1o1 whatever you ડay Zahhak, thank you e¡ther way :))
>> ¡t ¡ડ deep1y vex¡ng, ¡ agree ¡ am an unfortunate caડe ¡n genera1 aડ far aડ bod¡eડ go 1o1
>> ડomet¡meડ my v¡ડ¡on getડ k¡nda fucky and ¡t takeડ me a m¡nute to dec¡pher whether ¡t'ડ my ganderbu1bડ themડe1veડ or juડt my g1aડડeડ.
>> A1ready way ahead of you Noth¡ng we can p¡npo¡nt or do anyth¡ng about. My body juડt doeડn't 1¡ke me.
Chittr.ing needs to invent a block feature that automatically blocks people after a certain time of day because I cannot be trusted seeing that man on my feed past dark.
D --> In my e%perience threesomes with duplicates or alternates of the same person are a lot of fun but they above anything else lead to a risk of jealousy D --> How can one not compare themselves to themselves after all D --> Fun but risky #nsfw
D --> I don't know what I expect. Most of those who would know a version of me have Strong opinions. I don't blame them, I was terrible as a youth, I've a few here, some who have gotten better, others not so much. But I won't give up. An uphill battle is still a battle, something I will face head on.
my body is a machine that turns lowwbloods into cold deadbloods
I'm calm. Not really but If I tell myself that I will calm down.
Wait... did I get assigned a bottom by the President???
INCORRECT MY HEART RATE IS GONE UP AGAIN.
I'm normal now. My heart rate went down.
Well Damn okay. #nsfw https://www.tumblr.com/br0str1der/815278519513989120/what-bedroom-vibes-is-broseph https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fefd6dbf65e8.png
>+. THEORETICALLY. I CAN BE TOPPED. SPECIFICALLY NOW .+< #nsfw
i JUST WANT TO GET DICKED DOWN AGAIN }=/ #NSFW
i make others slob on the crosshairs barrel cause im too cowwardly to do it myself #nsfww
havvin vvris be the sole entity behind me in this tryin time is not all that comfortin a thought actually noww that i rubbed twwo thinkpan cells together about it
Men are so easy.
thank you....
This is torture
Please be so kind
Five (5) sit ups.
All amporas are hot even the Amprax twins who are sadly lovestruck over me. 😅 Warning flirt at me n I'll flirt back tenfold
D --> One night I will work up the courage to post a selfie. I am unsure if that will be tonight. I still have much to learn about fashion and makeup, that was never my skillset.
losin it turns the knees to jelly wwe ALL been there i dont blame em one bit im gettin outclassed by fizzy drink chuggin asswwipes left and right wwhos got the flippin time to indulge in my neurotic outbursts in this fast paced digiscape wwizards rule clowwns drool goes the oldest flippin adage wwritten by the most sensible fuckin sea dwweller evver livved (me) tangent ovver dont make me wwrite any vvagueposts
EVERYWHERE I LOOK TONIGHT, IT'S #BREEDING THIS, #BREEDING THAT. #BREEDING ACROSS THE WHOLE BULB-SEARING EXPANSE OF THIS FERMENTING #NSFW WASTELAND, STRETCHING TO THE BURNING HORIZON. LET ME BE ABUNDANTLY FUCKING CLEAR: THERE IS NO #BREEDING HAPPENING, HERE. I AM BREEDING DISCONTENT. I AM BREEDING CONTEMPT. COPIOUSLY. VIGOROUSLY. WITH EVERY WIRE-TAUT FIBER IN MY HATE-FILLED CORPUS. TO DEATH.
:33< on the purrlus side i f33l like this is the back nine of the headcold so to speak like past the half way point on it.
Im B0RING aradia???
if i was a troll i wou scratch that the post centipede that keeps me from saying dumb shit just appeared on the ceiling chit canceled