♦ pitied by @inspectorEquine
undeserving of love.
IS THAT ANOTHER SHITTY ME. WAIT. SCRATCH THAT. WITH SOMETHING YOu SCRATCH WITH. I SHOuLD NOT BE FuCKING SuRPRISED. AS PATHETIC AS THAT IS.
DOES IT ALMOST FEEL. LIKE I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR A PERIOD OF SEVERAL MONTHS. TO ANYBODY ELSE.
I miss Calderus.
There is no real escape.
I dunno about allat
go to sleep. go in the d4rk. close not only your eyes. #
th4t's wh4t you think ### the void is free 4nd right here though, gre4t esc4pe fe4tures out here #
the b4rs of the self don't often bend ## but they do sn4p ##
bend your b4rs ## esc4pe ##
i want to be. i want to be. myself. again. i don’t know who that is.
“you may think i’ve gone insane.” the words come to me. memories from somewhere else. i will say them. who is i? they are a promise and a threat i don’t understand.
uncared for. cared for. cared for? care. ca. ca*****
i feel as if i failed. i feel therefore i know. did my failure kill?
i do. part of it. bits and pieces ebb and flow. once i lived then was consumed. i am become… parasite?
i am still here. dead yet dreaming.
i do not mean me. i mean. him. i do not know who he is.
undeserving. of love. of life. of friends.
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i feel emotions. but i do not know why. i hate. but i do not know who. i died. yet i do not know how. i live. yet i do not know if i do.
i feel hatred. but why?
WELL SAID, SEER.
The Storm Is Inevitable, If You Don't Enjoy The Calm You Will Only Bring Yourself Sorrow.
ENJOY YOUR CALM. THE STORM IS NEVER FAR TO FOLLOW.
He Will Never Atone, Though I Suppose Can't Is Also Applicable.
i think. i feel. i wonder. that i am not capable of evil. because i am… antithesis?
i think i was supposed to be beautiful.
i see the word family. i feel sickened.
i think. i hate red.
UNLIKE OTHER CHERUBIM, I AM CURSED WITH THE CONTINUED EXISTENCE OF MY OTHER HALF. THIS, ALSO, IS MY BLESSING.
THE SUFFERING OF A SPACE PLAYER ALWAYS WARMS MY DARK HEART. I CAN PRETEND IT’S HER.
Have you read Wizardy Herbert? Some real primo shit in there from the same kind of art movement. Big inspiration for myself actually. Give it a try.
Right, just making sure. Lot of people get us mixed up. Anyway, always glad to meet a fan of my stuff pre-Homestuck^2. Signatures are $50.
"No, Dirk! It's funny! It's funny because it's a meme! You don't understand! It's a reference, which makes it funny!" Literally what am I even supposed to say here. Go back to watching Star Wars and clapping when R2-D2 shows up.
Best of Chittr has me blocked but they still repost my chitts. Strange.
CURIOUS. VERY. VERY CURIOUS.
AND JUST WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK ON WHAT WILL BE? WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK UPON THE FACE OF A LORD AND SPIT IN IT?
THERE IS NO FREEDOM FROM ME. THERE IS ONLY FREEDOM THROUGH ME.
My roommates keep trying to get me drunk I didnt even get drunk when I hit drinking age On the other hand making better friends with Jess and Mara is probably a good idea!
i almost miss when he was repressed aboUt it. #vagUe #bUtnotreally
Shoot I'm sore as hell... Forgot how long my days are out here!
seems a lotta trolls are seein older versions of emselves from a funhouse mirror version of their planet show up that must be sooooo crazy.... for a version of yrself who grew up under wildly differnet stancies to start hauntin u like a ghost... makin u face yr faults.. see what u could have bcome 4 better or 4 worse.. couldnt be me tho
A LOT OF OTHER MES ARE KINDA JuST DICKS AND ITS SAD
CAN OTHER MES BE LESS SuCKY? PLEASE? ITS PRIDE MONTH YOu HAVE TO LISTEN
SERIOUSLY WHY AM I- IT’S NOT EVEN GREEN! OR RED!
REGARDLESS OF THE COMPLICATED FEELINGS I HAVE ON MY PREVIOUS LIFE, I DO REALLY MISS WHEN THE MAIN THING I WAS SPENDING MY DAYS ON WEREN’T BEING A JOKE OF THIS WEBSITE.
........... yoU don't think i've accepted this? yoU don't think i've gone back to that chess match, time and time again, trying to sort my feelings oUt? i i may have accepted it, bUt that doesn't mean i want it. yoU bloody well know the difference. and YOU. get away from the keyboa
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@uranianUmbra#4652 Remember how he spoke to you. Remember how it made you feel. Do you really believe you didn't know he was baiting you? Do you really believe you were just that much of a fool? Remember how it *felt,* lonely girl. You sought it out. You bit back. You play the perfect victim. The innocent little girl, terrorized by her brother. But didn't you invite it? Didn't you give him hell in return? You're disgusting. You enjoy lying to yourself, whatever helps you sleep at night. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
If this doesnt work out maybe Ill just walk into the plains and never be seen again :P
Man The universe scale shit just I dunno if Im glad it's not my problem or if I really wish I could do anything to help when it gets real
@asclepianDesperada @starstuddedSalticid dont miss me too much while I'm away alright? Ill try to keep up with chittr
did you all know that with the aspect of space multiplying it against itself shreds everything inside into nothing? well neither did i!
MAYBE I SHOULD FIND CLOTHES.
Shout out to #finals coming up Im sure nobody here has missed me but if anyone wants to talk to a random dweeb from Earth C my DMs are open
TELL ME THESE SECRETS!
SOMEONE HAS TO HAVE WRITTEN A BOOK ON. THE UH. THE WHOLE <3 THING RIGHT? NOBODY CAN BE EXPECTED TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT THEMSELVES.
being nOthing On the Other hand… i’d assume it’s a different stOry
The writer must take a break. He will write once more, another time. Possibly, Retria... or Darlin... or Sylink again. Hell, he could write about the upcoming rumblenight... Or further expand on old plot details between Jane and Eridan. Ah, he will rest for now... rest... #TheScript
Is it not the purview of those closest to it to be able to define it?
WHY DO PEOPLE…CARE.
EUGH. CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I HAD. SO MANY CONFUSING FEELINGS.
i think what's happening is i'm tr7ing to think like blood while also thinking like breath. no wonder i'm having trouble. gonna sleep on it
THIS IS WHY I BROUGHT AN EMERGENCY STASH WITH ME WHEN I GOT BANISHED, UGH. BOTTOMS FUCKIN’ UP
I GET THAT. GOOD THING I CAN’T HAVE THEM. DEFINITELY. HAHAHA DEFINITELY.
OH BOY, MY FUCKASS SON IS AWAKE.
YOu KNOW. THE TIME TO SAY THAT. WAS ABOuT FOuR TO FIVE MONTHS IN. NOT COuNTLESS YEARS OF MATuRATION LATER. CALEDETRITuS. DICKBACK DEADBEAT. I MAY NOT BE YOuR SON. IN FACT. I AM ALMOST GODDAMN CERTAIN OF IT. BuT TIME AND PLACE. YOu WERE THERE FOR NEITHER. MY ENTIRE GODDAMN LIFE. DON'T START THIS SHIT NOW.
THIS FUCKING SUCKS. I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE CONFUSING FEELINGS.
OKAY. RIGHT. I THINK IF I’M GONNA KEEP WORKING ON THIS I’M GONNA NEED TO GO INT…*HER* TERRITORY FOR PARTS.
===INCOMING MESSAGE FROM THE MEAS=== THE OEAS HAS ISSUED A SEVERE THREAT WARNING FOR ALL BENEFACTORS. THE SERPENT HAS MOVED. LAST OBSERVATION WAS IN EPICENTER 33, HEADING NORTHEAST AT 350 UNIVERSES PER HOUR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PLEASE RELOCATE YOUR OMNIVERSES IMMEDIATELY TO PREVENT COLLISION. THIS IS A VERY DIRE AND PARTICULAR SITUATION. YOU, AND YOUR OMNIVERSAL INHABITANTS WILL DIE! ===MESSAGE CONCLUDES HERE===
i am not evil, i am not evil! i am *not* evil! i don’t Understand, what aboUt me makes me seem so malevolent?! even a dear roxy said i soUnded evil! i jUst want to make something beaUtifUl, something perfect. i want to be something beaUtifUl and perfect! what makes it so wrong for me to want that?!?!?!?!?!? some old things might have to be cleared away, some people may have to be…written oUt, bUt there are ways to persist beyond death, anyways, so it doesn’t matter! i jUst. can’t Understand. #joUrnal
HM, OKAY. HARDER TO MAKE A STATUE OF SOMEBODY HOLDING A LEASH OUTTA STONE THAN I THOUGHT.
I USED TO RULE OVER AND TERRORIZE THOUSANDS OF MILLIONS, AND NOW I’M BEING MADE FUN OF BY SHITHEADS ON THE INTERNET WHO THINK THEY’RE BETTER THAN THEY ARE. FUCK MY LIFE WITH A QUASAR.
DON’T FUCKIN’ PITY ME. I’M NOT PITIABLE, I’M A MONSTER AND DAMN PROUD OF IT.
“MORE THAN OUR INSTINCTS”. BUNCHA BULLSHIT.
STUPID PLACE KEEPS MAKING ME THINK OF HER. HRGH. HATE HER. HATE HER HATE HER HATE HER HATE HER!
YEAH, I ALREADY KNEW THAT.
AN UGLY GREEN.
NO!
OKAY, WAIT, FUCK. THAT LAST MESSAGE DIDN’T CONVEY WHAT I MEANT!
DON’T GET THE BLOOD COLOR THING. NEVER DID, REALLY. IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME SMEARED ON THE GROUND.
my wife jUst called me a paleslUt. ~_~
STILL STAYING DESPITE. THAT WHOLE THING. AIN’T GOT BETTER SHIT TO DO.
THE FUCKED PART IS THAT I USED TO LIKE THE WORD CALAMITY. THEN THAT BITCH HAD TO RUIN THAT TOO. WELL. YOU KNOW WHAT? I HOPE SHE’S DOING WELL, SO THAT IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN I CAN RUIN IT ALL FOR HER.
I was the Woegothe Curatrix for the Felt. It was my job to use my Seer of Light powers, in conjunction with the Horrorterrors' Influence to 'turn off' timelines. Clean up visions of what should never be. Timelines that exist solely differently because an ant looked left instead of right. My job was to prune down those excessive bumbling timelines for they had no fault of their own except a nuisance of existing. I simply 'voided' the possibilities down to more finite levels.
PINK ROXY. I AM GOING TO BE HONEST. WAY TOO MuCH IS FuCKING “uP”. BuT HOPEFuLLY LESS THINGS WILL BE “uP” NOW.
@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.
SHE’S BACK ASLEEP. THANK FuCKING GOD.
I LITERALLY STOPPED YOu. FROM DYING. HAVE THE FuCKING COuRTESY TO SHOW ME SOME FuCKING RESPECT FOR ONCE.
YOu ARE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF ONE OF THE DIRKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Off topic from the main discussions being had, but are there paml-husks/cellular devices designed with cherub claws in mind? It gets rather tiring having to fight my own autocorrect to do it's desired function, and the way in which I must type so the touch screen recognizes that I am, in fact, typing is a bit frustrating.
DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY ADVICE. ON BEING AN ONLY CHILD.
I WILL. PROBABLY BE HESITANT ABOuT SLEEPING. TONIGHT.
DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO HANDLE GuILT. FOR SOMETHING YOu’RE GOING TO DO. BuT HAVEN’T DONE YET.
………….WHAT DO YOu DO IF. AFTER YOu WAKE uP. AND RESPOND TO A MESSAGE SENT TO YOu WHILE YOu WERE ASLEEP. AND YOu ARE TOLD TO DO SOMETHING THAT SEEMS. AWFuL. BuT SOMEONE SAYS IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD?
HOW MANY FuCKING SHITTY ME’S ARE THERE.
Yessir Mister Lord English Sir.
THIS IS THE SECOND TIME SOMEONE HAS CALLED ME THAT. AND I AM JuST AS CONFuSED AS BEFORE.
Thinkin' about things an' I came t' th' conclusion tha' I don't think I'd be a good kismesis if I ever fill m' pitch quad @_@''
SPECIAL THANKS. TO @archiveAddict WHO HAS BEEN SuPPORTING MY TRANSITION. INTO A FuLLTIME. MINDBLOWING CREATIVE POWERHOuSE. DESPITE THE HATERS. I HAVE BEEN TAKING THE PANGS OF MY SuFFERING AND SORROW. AND CHANNELING THEM INTO MY PROLIFIC CAREER. JuST AS THE HuMAN GOD CREATED JESuS WHEN HE WAS BORED. AND WANTED TO GET NAILED. BY STRAPPING YOuNG ROMAN STuDS. I TOO. HAVE CREATED. A LITTLE JESuS OF MY OWN. I GIVE YOu. CALLIE BHORNE. MASTER DEBATER. THE TuRNER OF TIDES. IN ALL BATTLES. THE ANGEL OF VICTORY. SPANKER OF ASSES. THAT SPAN WIDER THAN HIS BRAINY HEAD. WITH ALL THE IDEAS. AND BATTLE PLANS. ALREADY DECIDED INSIDE OF IT. HE CARRIES THE FLAME. THAT WILL BuRN ALL FALSE IDOLS. TO THE BITCH ASS GROuND. THEY BELONG IN. I HAVE MODELED HIM. IN INORDINATE ACCuRACY. FORGOING MY uSuAL ATTIRE. OF GREEN SuSPENDERS. AND A DAPPER BOWTIE. IN FAVOR. OF A FuN. SKEW-WHIFF EXPRESSIONISM. AND A FOPPISH. IF uNDERSTATED. CAIRO OVERCOAT. THESE WERE GIFTS GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS LuSuS. HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. WHO IMPARTED IN HIM KNOWLEDGE OF JuSTICE. NEVER TAKING SHIT FROM ANYBODY. AND EATING ANYONE WHO DISAGREES HIM. THIS IS LITERALLY ME. I DO NOT TAKE CONSTRuCTIVE CRITICISM. PRAISES ONLY PLEASE. https://i.imgur.com/GKGYYsP.png
OH. RIGHT. WE ONLY HAVE ABOuT. FOuR DAYS LEFT BEFORE OuR GAME STARTS. SO. WISH ME. LuCK?
IF SOMEONE THREATENS TO CuT OFF YOuR FINGERS. THEY PROBABLY WON’T ACTuALLY DO THAT. RIGHT.
FOLLOW uP QuESTION. THEY CAN’T ACTuALLY. CROSS MY TIMELINE. TO CuT SAID FINGERS OFF. RIGHT.
did yoU know, if a someone is a pirate, there’s probably a mUch more charming version of them oUt there? ^u^
Did you know a Cheru8s prized possession is the tom8 that they sleep on? That is 8ecause the closest st8te to death they are, the happier everyone else is. #suicidebaiting
When you read the word 'Calliope' you associ8te it with the colour green, that is 8ecause she is the only authentic version of herself that is worth any recognition.
Comparing and contrasting Alternian lit and Earth lit is probably my least favorite part of my classes right now Youll read three identical chapters and then one of them ends in a public execution and the other in a marriage and you REALLY cant tell which is which What the heck did Troll Albert Camus think he was cooking
WAIT. IF MEN CAN LIKE. PEOPLE WHO ARE ALSO MEN. OH. I THINK I AM uNDERSTANDING. HALF OF WHAT @ARCHIVEADDICT HAS POSTED.
i think its kinda hot when caliborn talks to me about how much he hates women im not telling his ass that tho
fuck it i do really want caliborn actually...
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.
NO. IT WAS DEFINITELY JuST. ONE OF THOSE THREE. AND NO OTHERS. WHO WOuLD EVEN SAY THIS. HAA HAA. NOT ME. I DON’T THINK I EVEN HAVE. A CHITTR ACCOuNT.
HRR. RIGHT ABOuT ONE FuCKING THING. I GuESS.
……….. I JuST MADE MYSELF uNCOMFORTABLE. IN THE MOST LITERAL WAY POSSIBLE.
y0ur life will end bef0re y0ure ready f0r it t0 but at the same time y0u have m0re time left than y0u think y0u d0
in a future still unwritten punishment is waiting f0r a m0ment y0u d0nt get t0 ch00se :)
TO BE CLEAR. I AM NOT SEXIST. THERE IS A VERY SPECIFIC KIND OF WOMAN I HATE. AND THAT IS ANY. ALL-INCLuSIVE. PAST. PRESENT. OR FuTuRE.
I MEAN. MOSTLY OKAY. I THINK. STILL CHAINED TO A FuCKING ROOM.
mum........... its not like he can get Us here, right??
let me reiterate: if any bloody one of you aids that cUeball wanker in his qUest, i will not hesitate to straight Up FLIP A BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS DOES MAKE MY ACCOMPLISHMENT. FEEL MORE LIKE A TRANSFORMATIVE WORK. THAN ONE. THAT WAS SIMPLY DONE. FOR THE SAKE OF IMPRESSING INGRATES. OR RATHER. ONE INGRATE IN PARTICuLAR. SPEAKING OF. @scratchDoctor STOP FuCKING AROuND. YOu HAVE A JOB TO DO. THIS. PLAYING DEAD THING IS VERY uNLIKE YOu. LAuGH AT MY PERFORMANCE. AND DECLARE ME VICTOR.
DEAR LOVELY CONSCRIPTS. AND MISERABLE CAPTIVES. ALL HELD INTO PLACE BY MY. BEGuILING CHARMS. DIZZYING INTELLECT. AND RAW. MuSCuLATuRE. PHYSICALLY THWARTING. ALL YOuR ATTEMPTS AT LEAVING. TONIGHT WAS HARD ON ME. HARDER THAN MOST ANYTHING I HAVE EVER FELT. I PuLLED OFF. A REALLY COOL TRICK. THAT TOOK A LOT OF PREP TIME. AND NOBODY EVEN NOTICED. TOO BuSY. PREOCCuPIED WITH THEMSELVES. AND RuNNING FOR THEIR LIVES. I AM FEELING. DOuR. HERE IS. AN ARTIST'S (ME'S). BEST ATTEMPT AT RENDERING. SO YOu CAN ALL SEE. HOW COOL IT WAS. AND MAYBE. PRAISE ME. A LOT. https://i.imgur.com/h3Eru66.png
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)
the most thrilliNg aspect of this site, despite beiNg able to commuNe with magNificeNt cherubs beyoNd my owN master, is that i caN Now peer iNto timeliNes distiNct from those i have peered iNto before. it is thrilliNg, to oNce agaiN be able to experieNce surprise. how i have missed it.
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)
4 no reason wut so ever do yall remember the movie ella enchanted
so who else best known as a concept instead of anything deeper #justme? #okay
WHY ARE PEOPLE OFFENDED WHEN I CALL THEM BITCHES. THIS IS STuPID AND SHORT SIGHTED AND WOMANLY OF THEM. I CAN RECLAIM. I WAS 1/2 WOMAN MYSELF ON MY SISTER'S SIDE BEFORE SHE PERISHED IN AN ACCIDENT. HATERS DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO KNOW #HERSTORY. ABOuT ME.
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.
my green s!ckens me #clar!typost #clearpost #notvague
That was a very horny paragraph about fighter jets
what? don be daft, dear! i can’t very well be the villain if i’m the protagonist, can i?
i REALLY WiSH i OWNED NAiL POLiSH BUT i DON’T KNOW HOW i’D GET ANY i_i #YEARNiNG
the information regarding what now
yeah i aint readin allat
yo im just wondering
yknow like the gay porn shit where they go "oh blah blah youre so hot lets fuck nasty style" and then the other one goes "yes bleh bleh id love to get nasty with you" at least im pretty sure thats what happens there
FEEDBACK REPORT Ticket: "Hey, loving the game so far! I teamed up with this farmer and mail lady to take down the oppressive monarchy, I killed both kings and queens then destroyed their symbols of tyranny. Had to fight some of the other players too but I'm sure they'll be fine. The issue now is that I guess I shouldn't have destroyed the sceptre or something? My sprite says I'm softlocked or something now, are there any workarounds? More importantly, can you change classes? Apparently I'm a Prince of Doom and like. Come on, I don't wanna be nobility, I love how reactive the game is to your choices, but this is just silly. Thanks!" Context: Player has reached an unwinnable game state. Royal tools have been destroyed. 1 Player assumed to be alive. Player seems to have allied with several NPE (Non-Player Entities) Resolution/Outcome: The session appears to have been bugged due to several outstanding errors in the genesis frog that hosted the game carried over from a previous session. The Royal Items which are typically near-indestructible until certain conditions are met (such as the beginning of the Reckoning for the Black King's Sceptre or the heat of the Forge for the Queen's Rings ) lacked sufficient attribute modifiers to ensure that invulnerability. By all accounts the session itself should have never begun due to the lack of a Reckoning, however after a review from the PSSC (Parados Space Stability Committee) it was discovered that a unique captcha code was located on the Frog temple created by the Prince Of Doom at the end of their lifespan. which would allow the creation of a replacement Black King Sceptre by their previous self who would then spend their lifetime in their null session creating said captcha code to allow for their past, present and future existence therefore resolving the paradox. The destruction of the queen rings and inability to create a genesis frog is an accepted fail state. BUGFIXES: -The Black King Sceptre and Queen Rings have been made much harder to break until the Reckoning is intiated or they are thrown into the Forge respectively. While still possible, the chance for a Player to accidentally create the destruction of the Royal Tools is now near zero. -Consorts and Carapacians are less stubborn about referring to Players using their true Titles and will use alternatives if offered/insisted upon by players. This change does not translate to any other aspect of the game. Thank you for your feedback.
A MAN WHO SEEMS TO BE. WHITE. AND IS NAMED INVISIBLE? IS FOLLOWING ME? I CANNOT HELP BuT FEEL. THIS IS A BAD OMEN.
MY SISTER uSES A WAND. THAT IS ALSO A GuN. OR PERHAPS VICE VERSA? I AM STILL uNSuRE IF MAGIC IS SuPPOSED TO BE A THING THAT IS ACTuALLY. A THING. OR JuST HER FORCING HER FANTASIES INTO REALITY AGAIN.
BOTH OF THE VERSIONS OF MYSELF I HAVE SEEN. WITH THE RED BLOOD SWIRLING IN THEIR VEINS. ARE AWFuL. AND I HATE THEM. THE FACT THEY ARE AWFuL AND I HATE THEM IS AN IMMuTABLE FACT. THAT I AM STATING FOR THE RECORD. BuT ALSO. I CAN’T HELP BuT SOMEWHAT ENVY. THEIR WILLPOWER. THEIR ABILITY TO PERSIST.
hold on stop the presses im gonna sit down and read some pony pals never been a horse guy but maybe this will be the ironic literary masterpiece that turns me around on them and i finally go oh i get it and i was a fucking idiot
KINDNESS ONE DID NOT EXPECT IT THANK YOU : )
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seeing as the day…and, i *sUppose* my brother……..begin oUr game, i woUld like to pose a few qUestions from those else of yoU who have played the game! for now i will start with one: what do yoU find woUld be the best sort of prototyping to Utilize?
AND OF COuRSE. THE WORSE VERSIONS OF ME. SEEM TO BE THE ONES WHO ARE ACTIVE INSTEAD OF PASSIVE. FuCK.
OKAY YES. I CAN SEE THE FuCKING NAMES ARE DIFFERENT. BuT WHEN THE COLOuRS ARE ALL THE SAME. IT CONFuSES MY BRAIN WORKINGS. AND ALL OF IT STARTS TO BLEND TOGETHER.
THERE ARE SO MANY HERE. WITH SIMILAR COLORS TO ME. INCLuDING THE LOuD AND SOMEWHAT FRIGHTENING TROLL GIRL. WHO SPEAKS *DISTRESSINGLY* SIMILAR TO ME. IT IS CONFuSING. HOW IS ANYONE SuPPOSED TO TELL WHO IS WHO HALF THE TIME?
THE SYSTEM OF SETTING uP LINKS TO IMAGES SPECIFICALLY. ON THIS SITE. IS FuCKING IRRITATING. HOW AM I GOING TO SET uP GAMES. IF I HAVE TO DO THE LINK THING. EVERY TIME.
since my “dear” brother already seems to have shared what we will call “art” with yoU, i will do him the favoUr of sharing this piece from his private folder of his “hUmansona”. what a winning smile! or at least, what i think is a smile. it really is hard to tell, isn’t it? https://image2Url.com/r2/defaUlt/images/1775008224071-c503a3ca-587a-4e53-a83b-d444731ca183.png
IT MuST BE NICE. TO GO TO PARTIES. AND EVENTS. AND NOT BE CHAINED TO A BEDROOM. ON A SAD AND DEAD PLANET. I CANNOT FuCKING WAIT FOR THIS GAME. TO GET STARTED. EVEN IF uRAEuS WILL LIKELY TRY TO PuLL SOMETHING WHENEVER IT DOES.
IS THIS THING ON? APPARENTLY MY SISTER DECIDED. TO SIGN ME uP FOR THIS TROLL SOCIAL MEDIA. I WOuLD PREFER TO SPEND MY TIME ON A HuMAN WEBSITE. BuT IT IS HARDLY THE WORST “SuRPRISE” SHE HAS LEFT ME. AND AMONG THE LEAST PAINFuL. SO. HELLO, CHITTR. YOu CAN CALL ME uROBuROS.
i don't like to bandy my narrative sway aboUt very mUch. bUt i will do what i mUst to protect my daUghter. coUnt on that, scratch.
"God averted His eyes, knowing what was soon to come" is far too good a line for a silly joke xp
WITH MY FIXED TABLET. I BRING YOU ALL, ANOTHER MASTER PIECE. THIS ONE, NAMED "TRAIN BITCH". ONCE AGAIN, BAD ASS AS EVER. EXCEPT FOR A PARTICULAR BITCH, ABOUT TO GET HER JUST DESERTS. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/DC3880C8E0EB.PNG