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well... its that time again! 0u0 #nsfw #titties ((can't find the op of the art)) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/01b3818962f6.jpg
Exactly! See, Porrim, you understand me completely. I mean, after all, my 8loodline is renowned for its a8ility to always get up again and again after humili8ting failures and every iter8tion has 8een a8le to do so without crawling 8ack to individuals who never even acted like they appreci8ted them while they WEREN'T making horri8le decisions!! In summ8tion, thank you for the concern, 8ut this post was a 8ad idea all around and I have grown and changed as a person.

concept: your kismesis using your horns to drag you around after them, just grabbing and leading without your permission to shake or nod your head, forcing you to answer their questions how they want as handlebars to keep you from pulling back when they start using your throat (tags: Reader/Kismesis, pitchfic, #nsfw, #nsfwe, <3<, hornplay, oral, archive rating: M)
>+. MY HIPSTER DISEASE SAYS THIS PLACE SUCKS BUT MY SITUATIONSHIP IS AROUND SOMEWHERE AND I'M OBLIGATED TO DIGITALLY STALK HIM SO .+<
I’m just waking up from an awesome dream fuck me for waking up fuck you Vriska for waking up!!!!!!!!
A porcelain doll, perfect, pretty, and prim Brush her hair, dress her in silk and lace. Devotion is conditional, compassion is the interim One moment it is strong, then gone without a trace. Harsh handling, withering words, deserted and discarded She does not not break, she'll only harden. Aching and alert, grieving and guarded. Too distant to be heard, her mind is the warden. #poetry #echochamber
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Need some unwinding. No pun intended. #nsfw https://img.booru.org/rule34stuck//images/3/579e39a8f3873e2f869f19a1768e0ab8ac09207b.png
C:~ I know we'll meet again one day. But will you remember me in the same way as I remember you? https://file.garden/aZB6DAuOJCHglmOs/memoryofbakhus.png?v=1775073236678<
wrote something original again #poetry warning for #violence imagery and maybe #horror imagery depending on how you interpret this within these walls, i cannot escape your sight, your hold, your breath on my neck. you’re everywhere, dense as a fog in how you surround my very being, suffocating me and filling my lungs. the fog turns to liquid, i find myself swimming within your endlessness, struggling to stay afloat within your everything. your hair, your eyes, your smile, your fangs, your horns, the way you’re vile. i stop swimming, unable to uphold my struggle. floating within you, resting within what was *once* you. the you i loved, the you i despised, the you i struggled in, the you i drowned in, the you who choked me. it’s always been you, it will always be you. i close my eyes, surrendering to the murky depths in which i sink, though i find my lungs no longer struggle. i don’t beg for air, i don’t trash for escape. instead, i simply am, as you once were. the you i loved, the you i desired, the you who held me and in turn was held. the you who whispered words of softness. i existed within you, just as you exist within me. though i can’t escape, maybe, if i follow the current, we’ll both be at peace.
“hanging around downtown by myself and i had so much time to sit and think about myself and then there she was, like double cherry pie“ -sex and candy by troll marcy playground #nsfw #lyrics #quote
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Captain's Log ----------- #journal #viewed-oocly #inperson #narration (Omnipotent / Seer muses like Scratch may potentially read it) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ~ On the 3rd ~ ------ I have 8arely spent an evening navig8ting the uncharted currents of these digital waters, seeking to replace the familiar miles I traverse in person. There, I am confronted with a parade of facsimiles, iter8tions of the Orphaner whose patterns are as predicta8le as the tide. He ha8itually raises her name, even centuries after the fact, as if jealousy still rattles in his gut. In the dreamlands I have explored, no incarn8tion of her ever consents to speak to me again; he has slain her as he would a 8east, as if offering her 8ody to the Empress’s mother to feast upon. I never got to set her free at the dockside, to allow her to run into the forest in which would unite her to the scri8e. He recounts that I have romantically 8een at his side for countless centuries, and, indeed, that 8ears a kernel of truth. I am left to wrest the 8itterness from my mouth, for all the luminaries who have occupied my quadrants were merely the fulfilment of an oracle’s decree. I felt nothing genuine for them, only a perfunctory performance designed to steer me toward a destiny pre‑ordained. Only now, li8er8ted from the pedantic tutelage of that or8-head entity and the mass illusion that once shackled me, can I look 8ackward and sense something un rehearsed, something not scripted for an inevita8le future. I ought not to linger on his memory. I shall convince myself that our shared quadrant was a fa8rication, a device meant to ensnare the imagina8ion of a descendant I shall never meet. Perhaps I will shatter the lingering reminder of a past in which no one truly possessed any affection towards me. To distract oneself, I will peruse the messages of the merchants who have sought my advert. I must sample the wines they may own. I require a potency stronger than that which currently sustains me after this evening.
While you cannot witness it directly, trust my word when I assert that my physique eclipses that of any man here. The sheer magnitude is the result of routinely hoisting 40‑ton anchors. A gruelling, ocean‑8orne occup8tion that forges a strength that no gym-rat can compete with. https://i.postimg.cc/9MBGTxQ3/Myself.png (#myart #character-ref)
collared and bloody, tears burning my cheeks. with each wound you sear into me, with each reaction you study, i become wholly, entirely, yours. #nsfwe #kink #gore
lets bury each other here #nsfw #violence #impliedviolence #darkromance https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0c/ea/1b/0cea1bf259c8fd5fb0d1df0020021392.jpg
What's all this mess about BLOOD? Seems a bit weird. That's PRIVATE.

they shouldnt be touching you like this youre used to the bites, the scratching, the berating that stings a cold pitch in your blood pusher. but their hands are on you and theres something about it that pulls the air right from you the delicate draw of their tongue over your throat, a place you would never let them get close to with the fangs they hide behind the soft lips that now trail to your ear "what are you doing?" you manage through a trembling breath, voice too light to prove the hatred you should be feeling you should be feeling it, right? its there somewhere, but everything is a slurry when they act like this their hands pull you up and into their lap weighlessly. you fucking hate them right? "keep going" you grit out cruelly, spades digging into your chest. though your tone softens at the feeling of their gentle touch diving lower, the spades flipping in time with stomach "please..." (tags: Reader/Kismesis, quad mixing, pitchflush, flushpitch, pitchflush quad mixing, quadrant mixing, #nsfw, gentle petting, begging, desperation, mixed feelings, guilt, archive rating: E)
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Holy shit. You guys ARE freaks. Well, as promised, here I go... My ass!!!!!!!! https://imgflip.com/gif/anm62u #nsfw ?

















