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undeserving of love.
i do not mean me. i mean. him. i do not know who he is.
emotions bleed through from elsewhere. not mine. belongs to another. someone i hate. i feel a sense of shame, regret, confusion. i am delighted by these feelings.
hm. the stink wafts off you as well. differently. but still there.
Yeah, sure, I'll rechitt this.
WHY IS HE CALLED THAT, ANYWAY? WHY DOES EVERY VERSION OF MY SON HAVE TO BE EVEN FUCKING WEIRDER THAN THE LAST.
STILL PAINED THAT THE COSMIC IRONY THAT MY SORT OF ALMOST NEARLY KINDA ENJOYABLE TO TALK TO CHILD IS THE DAUGHTER WHO TAKES AFTER HER FUCKING MOTHER. EXCEPT THE LESS ANNOYING PARTS.
AN UGLY GREEN.
@caliBorn #nsfw #bulgerating #vomit #gore Truth be told, this isn't really a bulge rating... It's so much more. I made contact once. Just once. It was not even that long. Maybe a second. My pan feels like it is broken a little now. Heheh. You all keep asking me what the cherub felt like through Meionics, and I need you to understand that I do not think I am capable of providing a proper rating for something like that. There was no bulge. Uhm. That much was clear. Or rather, there was, but it was buried beneath something else. Something coiling into itself endlessly. Everything and nothing at once. An ouroboros in reverse. All end, no beginning. I saw teeth. Not literal teeth. Conceptual teeth. The idea that the universe itself could be consumed. Like, existence was nothing but a morsel. This is beyond lust, or wanting, this being was denial. Denial of itself, denial of existence. I think it was the basis of chuchununus, if I am being honest. Yet somewhere inside those thousands upon thousands of miles of something, there was a little bit of #nothing at the center. Another cherub, I think. It talked to me. Do you understand how horrifying that is? I was staring at the universe's foe. It was the universe’s #nullification speaking directly to my pan. Then there are beings so far beyond predation that your body realizes before your mind does that you were never meant to survive being noticed by them. I disconnected immediately afterward and vomited hard enough to rupture blood vessels in my face. Even in the mess I made, I still saw him. His visage stared at me, hateful, his eyes hated me for just witnessing him. He was hungry too. But, not for me. His hunger, oh, his hunger. It was all of us. All of you. Everything you've known. It wouldn't be enough. You think I am exaggerating because I am the silly bulge thing. Because I am isolated. Because I am unstable. Because I already spend too much time listening to things no troll should hear. I am #nothing, and I am not being silly. I am never silly during bulge ratings. I know the difference between a living signal and a gravitational event pretending to be alive. When I touched that thing, with my pan, I can only worry about what might happen inside of there. What if the Cherub followed me home? What if the Cherub,,, I can't think on that. There are creatures whose existence bends everything nearby toward them. Stars. Black holes. Empires. He felt like that. But, maybe beyond that. Like, those boundaries and concepted were beneath him. It all turned to ash in his gravity. I remember trying to locate something recognizable inside the signal. Embarrassment. Tenderness. Fear. Anything remotely person like. And for a moment, I found it. Deep inside, beyond, everything, beyond the vastness, beyond the #nothing and beyond it all. There was something... so... small. It wasn't every capable of growth. It was a as though it were a single particle in the entirety of our universe representing something that wasn't this gnashing horridness I had been gazing upon. It was aware. Do you understand how horrible awareness becomes at that scale? I think if I had remained connected even a few seconds longer, something inside me would have opened permanently. Like standing too close to a massive engine and realizing your heartbeat has started matching its rhythm. Cherubs do not experience hunger, or lust, or anything you might be relating to the experience of living like we do. Instead of phenomenon happening to them, they happen to phenomenon. Despite all of this, there is a new gravity about the idea of eroticism that this particular cherub had applied. I don't think I could ever hate it. That is the worst confession I can possibly give you. ----- Now onto stats! Strength: Unyielding Pliability: 7. Length: Unending Girth: Unknowable X-factor: Yes. This is something that made me understand why ancients revered monsters, and sailors through their coin into the ocean. Why you kneel before jaws capable of annihilation. Terrible divinity. This was terrible divinity. I want to keep looking. Because when I don't. I just worry that it's watching me. Even as I wretched and bleed, I wanted to see more. I wanted to understand its existence. It is an overwhelming certainty. No shame, hesitation, fragmentation, just appetite itself manifest. It was scripture. All intelligent life should strive for it. To stop doubling. To be singular. To want one thing so completely that wanting itself is devoured. I think, if it wanted me to keep looking, I would have. That thought alone is enough to bar me from imperial service. ------ Now onto smell and taste! It smelled... ancient. Not like, rot or death. Those are just whiffs, small scents. No, this was like, heat beneath stone. Minerals ground into dust by large teeth. Wet scales dragged against a primordial cavern to kick up dusts. It was before language itself, which is why my words shudder to describe it. There was a sickeningly sweet nectar-like poison beneath it all. The way flowers are before they make you sick. The taste of it arrived before I understood that I could even taste it. My mouth, even now, salivates at it. Metallic, thick, like, biting your tongue until your mouth fills with blood. But the blood isn't yours. It's ashy, and present. The taste of burning just enough to turn you to cinder. Its presence was like standing too close to a law of nature. It was an eclipse, I was staring over an ocean trench unaware of the monsters beneath. My thoughts became nothing but small concepts. My pan compressed inward as though instinct itself was requiring me to submit. Every signal in the vast shape carried confidence. Certainty. It was inevitable. But the worst part is. It was so warm, dreadfully warm. Like, the loving embrace of a lusus. Something so large and imposing that resistance itself was forfeit as an option before the reading even began.
YES, YES, AND I WOuLDN’T BE IN THIS SITuATION IF YOu DIDN’T TRuST THAT REGAL BITCH! BECAuSE YOu’RE TOO SPINELESS AND AFFECTION STARVED TO KNOW WHEN YOu’RE BEING MANIPuLATED, YOu NIMROD! OH, HOW I WISH I WAS NEXT TO YOuR DREAMSELF SO I COuLD SLAP YOu SILLY! - uRAEuS
YOu HARDLY NEED ANY HELP DOING THAT, INVALID THAT YOu ARE. SHuT uP WHILE I FIGuRE OuT HOW TO SOLVE THIS. - uRAEuS
DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY ADVICE. ON BEING AN ONLY CHILD.
HOW MANY FuCKING SHITTY ME’S ARE THERE.
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THERE ARE SO MANY VERSIONS. OF DIRK ON HERE. AND IT INTIMIDATES ME. BECAuSE THEY’RE ALL SO COOL. AND I ALREADY DON’T FEEL WORTHY. OF BEING FRIENDS. WITH MINE.
EASY. ADuLT AGE CHILD'S PLAY. THAT IS TO SAY. MANCHILD'S PLAY. A MANCHILD COuLD DO THIS. BuT HERE I AM. A MANADuLT. ABLE TO DO IT EVEN BETTER. I COuLD FuCKING DOMINATE THE SHIT OuT OF THIS CREATIVE WRITING PROMPT. I WOuLD NOT. EVEN HAVE TO THINK. OR GIVE MYSELF. ANY PREP TIME. HERE GOES. NOTHING. BECAuSE EVEN THOuGH IT WILL BE EVERYTHING TO YOu. IT WILL TAKE ME NO EFFORT. HERE IS THE ENTIRE CONCEIT. I WANT YOu TO PICTuRE. ME. MYSELF. AND I. NOT OTHER INSTANCES OF MYSELF. FOR THE RECORD. I AM TALKING. THE SAME EXACT CALIBORN. NO AuS. NO BuSTY!FREEuSE!CALIBORN. NO CATBOY!CALIBORN. NO CALIBORNIAGIRLS!CALIBORN I AM EXCLuSIVELY WILLING. TO TRACE MY OWN TONGuE. ALONG MY OWN TEETH. IN CHuNKS OF REPREHENSIVELY SPARKLING SPITTLE. GuRGLED BY ANGRY RAGE. AND INFuRIATED ANNOYANCE. LIKE TWO CAVE MOuTHS. COLLIDING. AS THEY ARE FORCED TOGETHER. BY A RAPIDLY COILING GIANT SNAKE. OH. OHHH YESSSS. OH YES YES YES OH YES THAT IS SICK AND PERVERTED AND TWISTED AND ENTIRELY INTENTIONAL. FuCK. OKAY FuCK. I GOT IT. I GOT IT. IN THIS CASE. YOu. RANKMAID. FOR IMMERSION PuRPOSES ONLY. ARE THE GIANT SNAKE. IN A FITFuL BREEDING BALL. MASTuRBATORILY MASHING. IN A WHIRLING MASS OF DEVASTATION. YOuR TRuEST FORM. LENGTH GREATER. THAN THE LIST OF ALL YOuR SINS. NAILED TO YOuR BACK. LIKE A FAILED MOLT. A SHEDDING THAT NEVER GOES AWAY. AND ONLY CATCHES YOuR SWEAT. AND VARIOuS SINFuL FLuIDS. LIKE AN uPSIDE DOWN uMBRELLA. HORRIFIED. YET AMAZED. AT THIS RADICAL TRANSFORMATION. INTO YOuR TRuEST SELF. WE BEGIN TO STRuGGLE. CLAMMING uP. GASPING AND THRASHING. ALL OF OuR STRIKES WITH OuR FISTS ARE RESTRICTED. BY THE STuCKAGE. OF YOuR IMMENSE APPLICATION OF PRESSuRE. PHYSICAL. AND SOCIAL. THE CONSTRICTIONS MAKE uS GASP. FORCE OPEN OuR MOuTHS. AS ALL THREE OF uS uNWITTINGLY SLICK OuR TONGuES OVER ONE ANOTHER. WE WANT TO SCREAM. AND GNASH. AND BITE. AS CALIBORNS. OFTEN DO. BuT NONE OF uS CAN ACCESS OuR ARMS. OR PARTIALLY CRuMPLED LEGS. WHICH ARE FORCED TO GYRATE. EACH TIME YOu SAY. HORRENDOuSLY STuPID SLuTTY GIANT SNAKE THINGS. LIKE "EEE!!! BuT YOu CANNOT BE IN A QuADRANT WITH YOuRSELF!!! IT IS FORBIDDEN LuST!" AND "STOP! YOuR SQuIRMING FEELS TOO GOOD DOWN THERE!!! NOT...NEXT TO MY...C.C...C...C.CLL...C.L..." AND BEING A WOMAN. YOu CANNOT SAY ANYTHING FuRTHER THAN THAT. BuT WE BOTH KNOW. IN FACT. ALL THREE OF uS KNOW. WHAT YOu REALLY WANT TO SAY. AND WE PuKE A LITTLE. IN OuR COLLECTIVELY SHARED. MOuTHS. HATEFuLLY MAKING OuT. JuST TO KEEP YOuR STuPID BIMBO BITCH ASS. FROM RuINING THIS FOR YOuRSELF. THE MuSK OF YOuR HEINOuSLY uNWASHED BODY. ALREADY TOO MuCH FOR uS TO ENDuRE. INDIVIDuALLY. BuT WITH THREE OF uS HERE. IT IS THREE TIMES AS APPARENT. THREE TIMES THE FILTH. AND DISGuST. AND THAT IS AWFuL. ALL THREE OF uS START BITCHING. "WE SHOuLD JuST KILL EACHOTHER. QuIT FuCKING AROuND. AND START FuCKING. IN THAT LETHAL. ALL DEVOuRING. SNAKE OuROBOROuS STYLE. THAT IS SO IN VOGuE. FOR HABITuAL HATERS LIKE uS." ANOTHER. WISER CALIBORN CHIMES IN. "STOP. THIS IS SuPPOSED TO BE CHASTE. AND FLuSH. LOOK AT HOW SHE IS WATCHING uS. DO YOu REALLY WANT TO GIVE HER. THE SICK FuCK SATISFACTION. OF WATCHING uS ACHIEVE. uLTIMATE CLIMAX." AN EVEN WISEST. ME-EST CALIBORN CHIMES IN. MuCH LOuDER. MORE LIKE A GONG THAN A CHIME. A GONG OF SENSIBILITY AND PATENTLY COMMON SENSE SHIT. HE IS THE CALIBORN. PROMOTED FROM CAPTAIN OBVIOuS. TO ADMIRAL AuDACIOuSLY APPARENT. "YEAH. FuCK THAT SHIT. LET uS DO. SOMETHING WORSE." "WHAT DID. WE HAVE. IN MIND." "WHAT DID. WE HAVE. IN MIND." MY TWO ME-STOOGES SAID. WITHOuT WAITING. I BEGAN TO NuZZLE. THE LITTLE FuLL CIRCLES OF DIMPLED RED. ON MY CHEEKS. BRuSHING. IN MuTuAL PLATONIC AID. MY QuEER. PLATONIC PALS. BEGAN TO MAKE NuZZLING PuRRING SOuNDS. OF INEDIBLE CuTENESS. TO THE GIANT SNAKEMAID. OVERHEAD. ALL THREE OF uS BEGAN TO WINCE. WISHING WE HAD MORE PRIVACY. FOR OuR PERSONAL. INDISCRETIONS. WITH OuR OWN PERSON. #SELFCEST #EXTREMESIZEDIFFERENCE #PuKE #DEAD-DOVE-DO-EAT #SNuFF-ADJACENT #FLuFF #SICK-FuCKERY #RANKMAID #CALIBORN-FOR-THIS #COSMICSIZEDIFFERENCE #OT3 #OTME #GIANTSNAKEMAIDISMYWAIFu #WHO-SAID-THAT EAT THAT. BITCH.
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The Repiton Corporation is currently looking into the viability of cross-universal collaboration with our fellow trolls across this so-called "Paradox Space". If you are not Repitonian and have any experience with breaching universal boundaries, please feel free to reach out. Thank you.∞
concept: running your hands over the soft feathers of your benevolent cherubim matesprits wings, watching them shutter and squirm beneath you "you need to be careful... if i get too excited... it could be..." they trail off, sharp claws grinding up over your neck to hold your cheeks affectionately the danger excites you theyve told you before how strange it is to feel such deep affection for something and how frightening it is knowing how easy it would be to hurt you to hurt everyone "i know you wont hurt me" you murmur they stare up at you with a needy expression "kiss me" (tags: Reader/Matesprit, Reader/Cherub Matsprit, #rankworks, Troll/Cherub, flushfic, i could never hurt you, size difference, power scaling difference, redrom, power imbalance, wingplay, cherubplay, #nsfw, archive rating: M)
concept (part 2): but there is no hate like cherubian love there is no horror akin to the tearing of green flesh to reveal scales upon scales upon scales the gaping maw of an angel set to devour you whole you are eviscerated and the suffering is immeasurable as it is irresistible swallowed and crushed by mere essence alone and yet still you feel your bones breaking your blood spilling the ash of your own meat filling your mouth there is no fight to be had against 93 million miles of destruction you will be reduced to an anatomic level only to be expanded back into a willing and able vessel the sensation is as indescribable as it is agonizingly fulfilling filling you as it empties you of everything, core ablaze with a radiant white gold that unmakes as it creates an eldritch conception in which your being is so thoroughly dominated you are destroyed beyond destruction, recreated into that which houses what you were unmade to carry breeding hate envelops you so completely it is unlike anything imaginable, penetrating every cell in your body with a sloppy pitchcoded plap you are bred thick, twisted, deadly, disgusting, swollen with the agony of the egg (tags: Reader/Cherub, cross species breeding, cherubplay, snake sex, black hole, blackhole, #nsfw, #violence, #nsfwe, #body-horror, vore adjacent, oviposition, breeding, blackrom, redrom to blackrom, pitchfic, extreme size difference, #rankworks, hyper size difference, like im not really sure there is a name for this kind of extreme macro play, archive rating: E)
Lord Caliborn will always be there.
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There are users on this platform for whom I have a silent parasocial investment. They are so unrelentingly funny. And yet I cannot interact on principle.
True art.
i kno were down 2 double digit online counts but have we got any nosy + metanarratively inclined **girlies** (< that parts IMPORTANT) who wanna hear abt some paradox space type troubles yrs truly might be supes worried about
Ticket: LE Entity Session Logs Context: Information collected from the unconscious minds of dreamselves and altered players contained within Horrorterror bubbles and erased metadata left behind by mentioned altered players as well as LE disintegrated entities. Resolution/Outcome: While the concept of a date is rather meaningless in the grandness of Paradox Space this post has been destined to arrive at a point in time close to 4/13, a lynchpin date that all sessions containing or influenced by LE are influenced and bound to have important events occur to. We wish to thank all players that participated in the defeat of this entity as while not dangerous to the wider multiverse the damage being done to Horrorterrors was concerning considering their importance to the creation of a genesis frog and our inability to create them within a session. The preservation of Horrorterrors was not a primary motivation for any of the players inside the LE-centered paradox space Mandela but motive is irrelevant compared to results, which in this case should be commended. As a thank you to all of these players future games of sburb, future from the perspective of said players, have been altered in such a way to ensure the creation of an LE-like entity should be rarer. Although they are important for narrative ecosystems and culling the presence of foreign entities within the Furthest Ring and so cannot be entirely eliminated. The players that participated in LE-sessions will be unable to reap the benefit of these changes given their status as victors and thus their expulsion from the possibility of experiencing any of the changes posted on this account if they ever had the possibility of viewing a message on said account. BUGFIXES: -In the event that only one players participates in a session the likelihood of said session being successful has been lowered further by increasing the overall durability of each trial planet by a factor of twelve. -The spatial stability of a single player session has been increased to make it near impossible for gravitational anomalies capable of ignoring planet difficulty to form. -The probability of a one player session producing "successful" players has been dropped even further. The following additions have been made to compensate: -Lil cal is now at the centre of Derse in (>?????) number of sessions. Players may interact with Lil cal to get the attention of () so that he can increase his power. This is necessary to complete the paradox which will kill him in the future/past/presemt. Thank you for your feedback.
UraeUs writing tip: never be afraid to destroy yoUr first drafts and kill yoUr darlings. perfection reqUires sacrifice!
the world is not enoUgh bUt it is sUch a perfect place to start, my love and if yoU’re strong enoUgh, together we can take the world apart, my love. #lyricposting
never let anyone stand in the way of yoU and yoUr art, not even the world itself! break it apart, reshape it Until it matches yoUr vision! if the visions of creation in yoUr mind mUst go to war with reality, then let the battle commence!
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is this fanfiction
:33 < why kill the cat?