♠ hated by @handMaid

concept: on your knees in front of your kismesis, watching them twirl a bat casually you flinch when their grip tightens at the base, reeling back to bring a swing around only to stop a few inches from your head you feel the cool metal gently hit you in a single gentle tap, your kismesis rubbing the blunt end of the bat almost affectionately against your skull "ahh, theres that pretty face" they mutter, causing you to take a moment to straighten your expression and untense the clear fear that was over your features "its too bad im not inside you yet, you get so tight when youre scared like that" you have a feeling youre about to get a lot more afraid (tags: Reader/Kismesis, pitchfic, lowkey honkslop if im being honest with you, :o), a little?, kismesissitude, #violence, #nsfw, #nsfwe, power imbalance, fearplay, blackrom, archive rating: M)
NOTICE HOW IT’S THE LOWBLOODS COMPLAINING. #TRUTHPOCALYPSE
AMIDST MY CONSTANT HATE. JUST KNOW. I RESPECT VERY FEW OF YOU. AND ADMIRE EVEN FEWER. #SHOWERTHOUGHTS
vwowv, aint this svweet. doll, maybe as your first act of kindness you can say something nice about me in front of all these good people.
ii hope both 2iide2 of your piilloww are wwarm,, your blanket ii2 2omehoww too 2hort and too heavvy at the 2ame tiime,, your palmhu2k charger only wwork2 iif you hold iit at a vvery 2peciifiic angle wwhiile not breathiin,, your wwii-fii dii2connect2 at 99% evvery 2iingle tiime,, your 2ock2 get wwet for no clear rea2on,, your 2leevve 2liide2 dowwn wwhenevver you wwa2h your hand2,, your alarm goe2 off but you’re 2tiill exhau2ted,, autocorrect embarra22e2 you iin front of the exact people you diidn’t wwant to embarra22 your2elf iin front of,, your headphone2 only wwork iin one ear unle22 you twwii2t the wwiire ju2t riight,, evvery chaiir you 2iit on make2 a noii2e iin a 2iilent room,, your favvoriite 2ong alwway2 get2 iinterrupted by an ad,, your food ii2 alwway2 2liightly too hot or 2liightly too cold,, you hiit evvery red liight wwhen you’re already late,, you forget wwhy you wwalked iinto a room,, your pen run2 out of iink miid-2entence,, your 2creen briightne22 ii2 nevver riight no matter howw much you adju2t iit,, your 2hoelace come2 undone riight after you tiie iit,, your phone battery jump2 from 20% to 1% iin 2econd2,, your notiifiicatiion2 dii2appear wwhen you tap them,, you mii22 the la2t 2tep on the 2taiir2,, your no2e get2 iitchy wwhen your hand2 are full,, your keyboard add2 letter2 you diidn’t type,, your hoodiie 2triing get2 permanently 2tuck iin the dryer,, your driink 2piill2 ju2t enough to be annoyiing but not enough to ju2tiify cleaniing iit iimmediiately,, your earbud2 tangle them2elvve2 wwhiile 2iittiing completely 2tiill,, your vvolume ii2 eiither too loud or too quiiet wwiith no iin-betwween,, your gla22e2 2mudge the moment you clean them,, your package 2ay2 “deliivvered” but ii2 nowwhere to be found,, your chaiir 2queak2 evvery tiime you 2hiift evven 2liightly,, your 2leep po2iitiion ii2 nevver comfortable,, your palmhu2k 2liip2 out of your hand and land2 face-dowwn,, your app refre2he2 riight wwhen you wwere about to fiinii2h readiing,, your 2hoelace2 drag on the ground after you’vve already left the hou2e,, your naiil catche2 on fabriic repeatedly,, your hoodiie pocket ha2 crumb2 you don’t remember puttiing there..
fuck iit,, ii made iit twwo the end of the day,, ii"m choo2iin vviiolence agaiin.. no more peace.. get hate bombed..
ii feel better noww,, ii"m le22 vviiolent..
could they be any more de2perate for each other,, geez..
po2t fa2ter,, ii don"t feel liike 2crolliin..
fuck you,, ju2t for that ii"m goiing twwo keep goiin..
alriight,, ii"m bored..
lots to unpack here, svweetheart, including the fact that vwhen you threaten me it turns me on a little bit. vwe should do something together that invwolwves less body horror. i think that vwould be a good start. i lovwe a vwoman vwith such intense spirit and passion though.
you guys are about to vwitness the romance of the century take place before your vwery eyes.
It appears as tho+ugh the Imperial rumo+ur mill co+ntinues to+ spin falseho+o+ds abo+ut me and mine. I will be very clear. I am alive. My so+n is alive. We are alive. We will co+ntinue to+ fight this fight with each breath we take. We will never back do+wn. They want yo+u ho+peless, disheartened and afraid. They want yo+u to+ shake in the shado+w o+f their suppo+sed strength. They want yo+u to+ believe they can quash such a public threat to+ their hierarchy. If we were to+ be culled, that is no+t the end fo+r the rebellio+n. Fo+llo+w in o+ur fro+ndsteps. Lo+o+k o+ut fo+r yo+ur fello+w tro+ll. Co+ntinue the fight.
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh See you at #eridanweek Alternia .... 😈🔪 https://i.imgur.com/aq2sPw3.png

concept: flarping your teammates are nowhere to be found and youre surrounded by a group of three highbloods on the opposing team "you know this pathetic loser has been pitch flirting with me, right?" the leader sneers, staring at you while the other two girls on her team laugh "seriously...? they think theyre anywhere close to your level...?" your cheeks grow hot, swinging your weapon in their direction angrily and trying to come up with a way out of this contact with the teams clouders have been cut, its like youre not even playing the game anymore "mhm, i bet if i took my bulge out right now theyd just start sucking like their life depends on it" you watch in terrified arousal and she starts to unbutton her pants lazily, the two other girls flanking her pulling out palmhusks and giggling "hm... now that i think about it, your life kind of *does* depend on it, doesnt it, y/n?" the leader mutters darkly, licking her fangs and stalking closer (tags: Reader/Kismesis, flaerping, toxic yuri, caste difference, fuck or die adjacent, degradation, humiliation, #nsfw, #violence alluded to, #nsfwe, pitchfic, budding kismesissitude, f/a, f/f/f/a, archive rating: M)

concept: your kismesis giving you a swift kick when you try to stumble back up onto your feet falling back to the ground with helpless wheezes, trying to push up onto all fours to crawl away they crouch down to block your path, laying their chin in their palm, a smug grin across their lips "barkbeasts dont walk on two legs, silly! bark for me and maybe ill give you a fucking treat" (tags: Reader/Kismesis, barkbeastplay, #violence, #nsfw, pitchfic, sub reader, kismesissitude, degradation, archive rating: M)
HHHH BABY DON'T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THAT.
#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
It would appear we are no longer alone in the way we once were. There are signs of a presence we have dealt with before. Caliborn does not return quietly. And where he emerges, the possibility of Lord English is not far behind. I will not insult you by pretending this is insignificant. This changes things. You may feel uncertainty about leadership. That is reasonable. The structure you have operated under was built for a reality that obeyed certain rules. Those rules are no longer reliable. If a force of that magnitude is reasserting itself, then authority may shift, not out of weakness, but out of necessity. Understand this: leadership is not a title. It is alignment with the dominant vector of reality. If that vector changes, so must we. Now, as for coexistence. If I am to exist alongside them within the Felt, then this is no longer an organization. It becomes a system of competing inevitabilities. Caliborn does not collaborate. He consumes narrative space. He forces outcomes through sheer insistence, brute and inelegant. If he is present, then subtlety becomes… secondary. Lord English is something else entirely. Not a leader in the traditional sense, but a gravitational constant. Things do not organize around him by agreement; they collapse into alignment. So what would I do? I would not oppose them directly. That would be inefficient. I would adapt. I would observe the new structure as it forms, where their influence begins, where it fails to reach, where contradictions emerge. Even something as overwhelming as that cannot occupy every space cleanly, especially in a reality already fractured. There are always edges. Gaps. Moments where inevitability has not yet fully settled. That is where I would operate. Not as a rival. Not as a subordinate. As a correction. If they reshape the board, then I become the piece that ensures the board remains playable. You may find that unsettling. You may prefer a simpler answer—one where I declare dominance or concede it. You will not receive that. What you will receive is continuity. Whatever form that must take. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/74e75388155f.png
2elflovve?? No.. 2elfhate.. =ΣB]
2omeone tell2 me they"re an empath and ii grab both 2iide2 of theiir head before fryiin theiir braiin wwiith my dark empathy electromagnetiic wwavve2..
Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png
That’s the sort of attitude I expect in my pupils.
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Boo. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/19859e1e5ec1.png
remember to support your local city slickers for #slickweek theyre the ones really suffering nowadays #nsfw
YEAH, SO THE HELL AM I. THIS IS PROBABLY THE SECOND-MOST PSYCHOLOGICALLY DAMAGING SHIT THEY'VE COME UP WITH SINCE "SOCIAL DISAPPOINTMENT POINTS."
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Whatever you wish to tell yourself is fine by me dear.
If only it were so simple. Alas, there is a proper order to things, and every step of the way must be completed before I may finally attain fulfillment of my purpose. Consider that a reward for your patience, as well.
The shoulder is still stiff, but the arm's good to fire a handgun. Doc says: "Back to the trenches." Paraphrased. He's never been blessed with brevity. #worklifebalance
An intriguing offer, but I am afraid I must refuse. I would hate to divert your time from your service to my master more than you already have on your own.
Shameful, I thought I had taught you far greater manners than this, young lady.
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guys lets dogpile report this account so he gets banned and cant post anymore. vwhos vwith me?

a true fujoshi would never speak ill of himejoshi love and i love my yuri as toxic and rank as possible

hhwao
Why are there 7en of these. Did you need something, or are you that misdirected. https://i.imgur.com/Pt7NkbX.png
@banishedQuasiroyal @blackestQuasar moldy food. sweaty armpits. garbage smell. vomit. dead fish. piss with blood and pus. #gross #emeto
Their high-pitched whinnies almost sounded like screams. [Holy fucking shit.] “None of them looks hurt,” [squelched Anna]. Pam ran up beside her friends and handed each of them a halter and [a copy of Honey I Shrunk the Kids on VHS.] When Lightning saw Pam, she stopped running [for office and dropped out of the highly-contested gubernatorial race]. Pam went over to her pony. “It’s okay,” Pam said in [Aramaic, the only language Lightning spoke]. “[You can retool your platform and run again in four years.]” She slipped [an envelope of cash to another pony in the paddock. “Good work,” Pam whispered to this pony. “The governor thanks you for your service.”] [Lil’ Seb] came over to [Pawnee]. The pony snorted, but she let [Pawnee] put on the [air of superiority which she was so fond of adopting at moments like this.] Pam was leading Lightning around in a circle, too. “[I know who your real father is, Pawnee],” she said [coyly. Pawnee stiffened, but said nothing in response.] Acorn was the last pony to stop running. Anna went over to him and put her hand on his [[censored]]. She stroked it gently. “What’s wrong, Acorn?” she asked. Acorn snorted [a line of cocaine] and shook his head. [Even if he had been able to speak her language, how could he tell her what was wrong? It would be impossible for a mere human to understand the forces at play here. For how does one explain atomic warfare to a caterpillar, or heartbreak to a bacteriophage?] #DetectivePony
Too much green for my tastes. https://files.catbox.moe/3k35ix.jpg
Let's not rank people by their the colour of their blood, or by the stereotypes attached to them. #hemoism

concept: your fingers tracing the seams of his suit, slow and deliberate, feeling the way his breath hitches as you drag your nails down the crisp lapel over the taut fabric of his waistcoat, the sharp line of his tie he whimpers when you pause at his collar, when you grip the knot and pull, just enough to make him arch into your touch with a pathetic expression on his face his belt is loud as you begin to unbuckle it while he nods his head desperately (tags: Reader/Suited Man, #nsfw, power dynamics, touching, whimpering, sigh, clothing fetish, archive rating: M)
Upsetting the amount of blocks, though I would love to wear it as a badge. #hatingyoufromafar.
↘️if you have never even perused the employee handbook, i can fill you in on all of the juicy and ludicrously lurid details you are completely missing out on by being illiterate or possibly, even worse, not even dedicated to your beholden duties.↘️ ↗️I CAN. BUT I WILL NOT, BECAUSE THIS INFORMATION IS LITERALLY AVAILABLE TO YOU AT THE TIPS OF YOUR NUBS AND YOU USE IT TO BALANCE YOUR SCREEN.↗️ ↘️not me.↘️ ↗️I READ IT TWICE. EVERY NIGHT.↗️
edit four my pinned: you can see all nine other posts on this subject under the #charms tag! first of all, all #charms are romantic in nature. since not everyone seems to agree on what that means, basically, it just means a relationship with established specific societal expectations. we have nine charms, illustrated in the image below if i know how embedding works, and we typically aim to have three or more charms in an ideal committed relationship, although some people are weird and end up sticking with just the one or two. a relationship involving three or more charms is referred to as a 'trove'. https://i.ibb.co/cc5VNvFT/charms.webp
Free yourself of using “high” and “low” blood, it is a ladder set by a lone Empress. She lifts herself to the summit, standing on each one of us under. No matter where you convince yourself you sit, you still have her boot marks on your shoulders.
Is that a mandated invention or a trollian gimmick? Seems antithetical to the Doc's grand plan. Unless you're on the outs with the mouthless wonder again.

Paaid time .o°ff d.o°es n.o°t even mae sense as a c.o°ncept that is the .o°pp.o°siite .o°f fwhat time .o°ff even means
PTO is wvhen you request time off, and you are paid wvithin the days/hours allotted to time off. it allowvs you to be awvay from a job/not wvork and be paid so you're not out of money.
First I'm hearing about this. Who wallpapered over your common sense, Maid?
- To quote a VERY wise womman (because I think wommen, in general, are oft very wise) known by mmany Troll Sabrina Carpenter: - "I'mm working late." 😌

https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/caec98d4b488.png JC, the C stands for Certified Freak #caught #nsfw

"pinned post again without the accidental body pillow attachment gomen" rankmaid-sensei (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, biography, requests, fujoshi pride, #nsfw. #nsfwe, archive rating: M ) summary: hello! 0v0 - my account is heavily nsfw + nsfwe so please be mindful and curate your chittr experience - i mainly posts fics and concepts! i accept requests through dms or in replies please do not be shy! i love making friends but i get very nervous sometimes gomen - i am a fujoshi for life and i will never stop do not ask me to - you can find out whether i am currently online by the status in my bio - thank you for stopping by ^0^ i have attached a simple selfie of me at my desk as well https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6359ad2330ce.png
vwoah mama https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/a625b0af17b5.png #natty

"pinned post" rankmaid-sensei (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, biography, requests, fujoshi pride, #nsfw. #nsfwe, archive rating: M ) summary: hello! 0v0 my account is heavily nsfw + nsfwe so please be mindful and curate your chittr experience i mainly posts fics and concepts! i accept requests through dms or in replies please do not be shy! i love making friends but i get very nervous sometimes gomen i am a fujoshi for life and i will never stop do not ask me to thank you for stopping by ^0^ i have attached a simple selfie as well https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/48e49cabf77a.png
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 I BEEN ON THAT GRIND, I AM ON THAT GRIND, I WILL CONTINUE TO BE ON THAT GRIND. I BE RUNNING REFINED SOPOR THROUGH THRASHTHRUST LIKE IT'S THE SILK ROAD AND SETTING UP MIND HONEY MONOPOLIES LIKE I'M TRYNA BE THE NEXT KHUN SA. GOT THOSE VIOLETBLOODED SHAWTIES FAWNING OVER MY GAINS SO BODACIOUS THAT SHE'S BEGGING TO SEE MY MIRTHFULROSARIES, HAD TO LAY HER OUT ON A SHIPWRECK UNTIL SHE FORGOT WHAT THE HEMOSPECTRUM WAS AND WAS GLUBBING MY NAME. THIS SHIT AIN'T NOTHING TO ME MAN. #nsfw #substance

human boy with complicated religious background meets a highranking clurch member and they begin a twisted matespritship where both need to decide what is truly worth worshipping. "get down and pray" chapter one coming soon! (tags: troll/human, human romance, quadrant confusion, religious trauma, religious manipulation, religionplay, substance abuse, manipulation, hurt no comfort, does this count as praying?, #nsfw, body worship, panwashing, incorrect use of modeling balloons, #substance, addiction, guilt, punishment, archive rating: E) AUTHORS NOTE i had to do a lot of research on cult culture trying to stay respectful of course. ^_^
I AGREE WITH YOU MAAM THAT IS KINDA FUCKED UP AND EVIL THAT NO CHARMS ARE HERE!
OKAY YOU PITIED MY STATUS WHICH I THINK MEANS YOU THINK CLOVER IS KINDA HEARS STAR DAIMOND? WHY?
UH OKAY SO YOU HATED MY STATUS WHICH MUST MEAN YOU THINK CLOVER IS KINDA BALLOONS HORSESHOES AND DIAMONDS? WILD TROVE MY MAN WILD TROVE!
LIKE MY STATUS IF YOU THINK CLOVER IS... KINDA MOON HORSEHOES RAINBOW

i think if i was a hoofbeast i would be a meek little nag that never was chosen to be strong like my brothers and sisters so i wander through the fields sadly then a near life or death incident happens but a huge musclebeast saves my little frail legs from snapping as i try to run and he says "youre special... i can sense it" and i say "wh-... what do you mean? special?" and together we discover that the reason i was born so small was actually because i developed a special organ in my body that allows me to produce telekinetic powers and other magic things and when i discover this slowly from my forehead a horn begins to grow and i think its disgusting but he raises a hoof to my chin and leads my big maroon eyes up to his and says "youre beautiful like this" and i say "no... there will always be something wrong with me" and i run away! (tags: angst, will they wont they, size difference, slowburn, hurt no comfort, archive rating: T)

name one thing better than watching two boys dryhump on the loungeplank during a party! you cant! (tags: exhibitionism, outercourse, #nsfw, but what if someone sees us, spoiler: someone sees them, archive rating: M)
TELL GOD IM SORRY AND THAT ILL SACRIFICE TWO SHEEP TOMORROW!
MANY PEOPLE WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU NEED EGG CARTONS TO SOUNDPROOF A ROOM! THIS ISNT AN OFFICIAL DRIP TIP AS ITS IN ITS EARLY RND STAGES BUT I FOUND THAT IF YOU THROW EGGS THEMSELVES AT THE WALL HARD ENOUGH EVENTUALLY PEOPLE COME IN AND YELL AT YOU
THE EMERALD GREEN KITCHEN IS NOW THE EMERALD GREEN ICE SKATING RINK WITH POTS AND PANS IN IT
Something under the floorboards. Could pry them up, but the carpeting costs in Midnight City are... Well. Suffice to say the lady-likin' sorts are damn shit outta luck.








































