

Tekras Iszovh
@temptedAnoxia
"= prev: navigation + helmtech, currently in non-imperial space. the rest of the universe is more fun than it sounds. tiered up since 1sw ago. =" "= https://forms.gle/6nnPBPtAfo6QsWVq6 my asks. ="
[⚙︎ I had a... C|austrophobia dream? I'm not even c|austrophobic... ⚙︎]

8=l < Between ~ATH and my magic I can make my creations do quite literally anything
it quite hønestly bløws my mind that søme trølls manage tø survive tø pupatiøn with such an appalling lack øf self-preservatiøn instincts.

"= #tekrasthursday also. in case. everyone forgot. hums. ="

"= "bloodposting" which could either be specifically in regards to it's role in various trollian systems... or, it could be about splatter patterns and scenes of that type. ="
CURRENT OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE THAT, CYCLICALLY, THE SITE EXPERIENCES A FEW SLOW HOURS AROUND THIS TIME, INDICATING A SORT OF WEIGHT TO THE 'TIMEZONES' THAT PEOPLE ARE USING HERE. WHICH IS KIND OF FUCKING FASCINATING TO THINK ABOUT CONSIDERING HOW EVERYONE IS DIALLING IN FROM INFINITE FUCKING MINUTIAE OF BULLSHIT TIMELINE RODEO. HOW IS THIS *NOT* FASCINATING?
|'m m^king ^ concoction |'m c^lling fifteen hovr energy.

remember when i got stuck in the backrooms? i member almost died but its okay

perchonally i think the way humans reproduce #nsfw #pregnancy is gross as fuck and if we was doin that as trolls id have moved to a new planet and lived as a grumborgle that reproduces with they minds or some shit

"= #tekrastuesday and. not. other things. tuesday. ="
cannøt even be fazed by this level øf self-destructive idiøcy any lønger. play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Hey, so, question ferr youse. What's th' norrmal rreaction t' gettin' stabbed? 'M fine, just wanna know ferr futurre. #violence

Started slow blinking at my autistic staff members to show them I am not a threat.
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a roleplay is difficult if NO one is participating...
if i had one last moment, i’d rip open my chest, exposing the organ beneath, my pusher bloodied, beating, begging. such desperate flesh, calling out for one last touch. vessels intertwined with tissue would lose their way, disconnecting with the innate desire to snake around your form, twisting, twining, tying themselves together to rope you in, entrapping you once again. our lips would meet, and a simple whisper uttered, “sweeps have been long, yet an eternity ahead? i still cannot fathom . . . the horrific fate before me, the inevitability of solitude. yet i cannot have you, i cannot hold you, i cannot need you.” the words would leave my lips, final goodbyes left unsaid, for i cannot think to utter the words, but my pusher would still cling. the veins would hold you tight, selfish in their desire, until the tissue gives, abandoning the desolate cage, in favor of a deathly communion. #gore #horror #poetry #poem #freeformpoem #death #body-horror #metaphoric




