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#MASTERBAIT THE ONLY TAG. FOR MASTERS OF BAIT. BAITING. AND DEFENSIVE TECHNIQuES. MEANT TO WILE WOMEN. BEGuILE MEN. AND DISTINGuISH THE ALPHA TOP DAWG SELF. FROM EITHER CATEGORY. TODAY WE ARE HERE TO DISCuSS. HORNY. YOu MAY MISTAKENLY BELIEVE YOu ARE GOD’S (MY) GIFT TO THE WORLD. THAT RESPONDING. AS I HAVE MANY uNDERSTANDABLE TIMES IN THE PAST. “FuRIOuSLY JERKED OFF TO THIS”. “CuRRENTLY EDGING. BITCH”. OR “DO NOT STOP. DID I SAY YOu COuLD STOP? I WAS NOT FINISHED.” BuT AS THE ONLY SuCCESSFuL GRADuATE OF THE CALIBORN CHARM SCHOOL OF THOuGHT. FLIRTATION IS MORE NuANCED. THAN CRuDE. BuT OTHERWISE FAIRLY ACCuRATE. WORDS ON A SCREEN. LET YOuR FEELINGS BE TANTALIZING AND SLOW. LIKE A STAB WOuND. CONNECT WITH THE POST. RATHER THAN YOuR SHAMEGLOBES SPECIFICALLY. IS IT. RANDOM EXAMPLE. SISSY HYPNOSIS? THE PROPER ETIQuETTE. WOuLD BE TO STRESS HOW DEMuRE. AND uTTERLY DAZZLED YOu ARE. HOW YOu WISH YOu HAD A SKIRT LENGTH LONG ENOuGH. TO BuRY YOuR FEELINGS AND SHE/HER IN BIOLOGY-RELATED SHAME FOREVER. DO NOT CREATE AN OBLIGATION FOR ANOTHER HORNY SORT. THIS IS OVERLORDING. WHICH MANY FIND uNPLEASANT IF ANYONE BuT ME DOES IT. AND EVEN THEN. INSTEAD. STRESS HOW YOu HAVE AN OBLIGATION. A SHAMEFuL AND WRETCHED OBLIGATION. THAT THE TASTY SIGHTS YOu ARE SEEING. MAKE YOu SALIVATE. OR HIDE YOuR FACE. OR SMASH MANY KEYBOARDS IN SERVICE OF YOuR MESSAGE. I REALIZE MANY OF YOu. MOST OF YOu. AN ALARMING NuMBER OF YOu ACTuALLY. DO NOT. “GET SOME”. BuT HOPEFuLLY WITH THESE TECHNIQuES IN MIND. YOu CAN MAKE uP FOR WHAT YOu LACK IN EXPERIENCE. WITH CALIBORNENuINE CHARISMA. #NSFW #FORCEFEMME #HYPNOSIS #HORNY #ETIQuETTE #SILENCE #A-GRADuATE-OF-THE #CALIBORN-SCHOOL-OF-THOuGHT
((nah it's like an ic thing w him and @bulgeCurator and a few others, it's a fun read if you wanna check back on it
[going ooc just im gen curious] like just because hes zebruh cuz the other accounts getting none of these strikes?
i took the time to read all of thizzz and i have never been more dizzzappointed and confuzzzed in my life
Oh. You kind of suck. Maybe i shouldn't have tied up my moirail.
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I AMM TYP[ING WITH MY TOEZ!!!! BECAUSE TMUY ARMS ARE BOUNDF!!!!!! I WILL KILL YOU ANDS EVERYTINGDS YOU LOVE!!!! @THECODAKKEFFECT#5492
@theCodakkeffect#5492 #nsfwe #cannibalism #hemism #abuse For my matesprit. Lo and behold my shocked expression today when I hopped onto our beloved Chittr dot Ing, only to find that there was a status on this platform openly calling trolls beautiful. I had responded because my low self esteem, and I hadn't noticed who the poster was. I was looking up from my position not at a random splinternet nobody, but Zebruh Codakk himself. My eyes began to quiver and the corners of my mouth twitched into something resembling a smile. I couldn't help but to giggle and shake in my seat as I was openly praised by a Highblood. I had to be sure, and asked him to affirm his feelings of my beauty. Soon after, he openly admitted our quadrant to the world before informing me. My thumper began to skip a beat and I could feel my blood building up towards something of a deep welling of warmth in my stomach. I hadn't felt quite this way since Zoologer Coolscar gave me such a romantic series of advancements in our most recent encounters. I do not believe he understands what this means to a troll like me. I am a monster, a freak, the downtrotten most despised things in society. I am everything that he is not. He is a feminist, he is a gutterblooded ally, and he cares so very deeply for each of us disgusting and repentant trashbloods that he would not only waste his precious time responding to me, but affirming my existence in his life. He doesn't just notice me, or desire me. But he claimed me, publicly. It was as though it was the most natural thing in the entirety of the multiverse for someone of his station to do. To look down on me and decide I was worth keeping. I found myself rereading the post over and over again. Tracing every word with my eyes and my bulge and nook resting in my other hand. Fondling myself while reading his words over and over again until they had lost meaning entirely. I have come across a revelation. I began to rearrange my life around his as a result. I have since purchased his preferred incense. I wonder what side of the recuperacoon he sleeps on. I wonder if he would permit me to wear his colors. I think what affected me most deeply was the confidence of it all. There was nothing like it. Every word he says he means and becomes truth. He is incapable of lying, or misdirecting. His digital imprint is that of gospel and truth for a lowly hemoanon presumably trashblood like myself. He is clearly a romantic. Embarrassing me with his love and praise so readily. The idea that a highblood could simply point at me and say 'Mine' without first asking I could withstand the consequences of that declaration has left me with a fever whose only cure will be his affection. I have since began my research into human ceremonial binding practices such as marriage, devotional scarring, synchronizing our schedules, and finding the burial rites that will allow me to be buried with him like one of his many prize possessions. A troll of his stature should not have to concern himself with the untidy habits of somebody beneath him. I have already begun documenting my routines so that they may be more easily corrected once he inevitably notices their flaws. My sleep schedule is going to be synchronized with his own. My diet adjusted. I need a whole new wardrobe. I have begun clearing shelf space in anticipation of the objects he may leave behind at my hive. I found myself staring at my reflection earlier wondering what parts of me he intends to keep. While, deep within myself, I'd hope he would want all of me, surely his humble and modest nature would force him to consider maybe only taking pieces of me. I think I would let him have my horns first. I don't need them anyway. They are useless prongs to me, they would only serve as handlebars for when he opted to pail my pathetic and lowly mouth with his mighty bulge. The though of such an unbecoming troll like myself in a quadrant with his radiance... I hope he will refine me in time. Improve me. Maybe gently, but I hope not. The thought alone makes my legs give out from beneath me. He can take those next. I would never leave his side anyway. I would have no where to go. His declaration of passion towards me is something that I simply can't let him get away with. He did not ask whether I wished to be his matesprit after all. He insists that I am his, and his alone. He declared it before the world and the world listened. So, I must listen. Always. But never speak. I would sooner give my vocal chords to him than ever raise a negative thought to his continued existence. I would never voice anything for his great indigo presence would be enough to guide my pan where it needs. No thoughts of my own have ever truly existed. His confidence is so beautiful It is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Even more beautiful than my new signature, Vesica Codakk... Even our wedded name sounds perfect. I hope I make a good impression on him when I meet him. I need to, he can simply have all of me if he just asks, but I want him to want it, not just stake the claim because he has every right to me. I think I've mentioned my preparations already. His arrival is imminent, I am sure. Despite not knowing whether he intends to visit my hive personally. I don't believe this matters anyway. A matesprit should always prepare as though their beloved may arrive at any moment. The three hours I spent on my knees scrubbing the grout between the great stones was akin to a religious experience in dedication to a great messiah above me. I was unworthy of his devotion. I could only imagine the humiliation of him walking into the hive and seeing my disgusting living conditions and silently wondering if I was worthy of him or his love. I threw away clothing that didn't fit his aesthetic. I removed decorations from my walls because I worried they would distract him from me. I researched his entire account, from top to bottom, tail to tip, to find what scents he might like. I had to mix them myself to make sure they would be here in time. I smell of femineity despite not being a woman. Because I know it is what he would want. I am fixated on the idea of being of use to him. I want to reduce the space I take up in my own respiteblock. It only seems fair. So that when he comes he has a whole new room to enjoy. I have started writing down every thought I've had through the day in the event that he ever wished to know me completely. I started by fearing that the entries might embarrass or belittle me, but I realized embarrassment would mean he would get to see my wretched caste and I have decided to will past it. It is merely another form of intimacy. If he wishes to know how many times I think of him while touching myself, crying, or sleeping, then I should not hide from him. Transparency is important in a healthy quadrant. I am nothing. I am his. Not just sexually, but spiritually, architecturally, organically, perfectly his. Mind, body, soul, bulge, nook, whatever he wants from me. I think if he asked me to remain perfectly still in a corner of his hive like a doll for hours on end, simply to improve the atmosphere of his block, I would do so happily. I think if he wished to store objects on top of me, or in me, I would thank him for the privilege. I think if he forgot I was there entirely, I would feel entirely fulfilled knowing I had once briefly improved his day. I have started to research dietary supplements that will improve the taste of my blood if he ever desired to consume me. I must be considerate of such needs. But... maybe I should apologize to him. I fear he may be misinterpreting myself as someone normal. This isn't... a sudden development for me. I'm not usually manic, or, or experiencing faturation like this. This isn't my desperate flailing for his attachment. I am just a lowly gutterblood finally receiving the attention of a strong, handsome indigo. I have always been this way. Zebruh simply happened to be the best troll careless enough to point directly at me and call this wretched thing of a body beautiful and proceed to claim me as his. Most trolls wish to be loved as much as I am right now. I think I have always wished to be consumed. Not destroyed, eaten, converted, made into something greater. I want to be integrated and repurposed. Worn down by his strong hands into something useful and inseparable from him. I never understood where the line between romance and ownership has ever been. This much is true from my complete dedication to the Empress whose bulge, even now, permeates in my pan. Other trolls... their routines, rituals, digestion... Perhaps if they were sufficiently interested in me... But I bet you find this obsession unhealthy. I find the alternative to this very lonely. I don't want to just be held by him, I fantasize about being important to him. His pan should reach towards mind absentmindedly. I want him to forget where he ends and I begin. I want my presence to become embedded within him. I want to be so entwined with his daily life that removing me would be like tearing nerves from his body. But it's okay if he grows tired of me. Everything beautiful develops wear. I would only ask that he keeps whatever he finds useful afterward. The horns.... Perhaps my teeth... Hopefully my name... But it's strange. I don't think he understands that he has made a commitment either. I would never force on upon him. I would sooner remove my own pan than make demands of him. Of his radiance... No, I would know myself intimately enough to understand what happens to trolls after they decide they have become important to me. They leave. They would always leave. Flee to the corners of hemispheres unknown. They'd block me, some have begged me to stop speaking about them on Trollian or Chittr. One changed to a whole new typing quirk just because they were so distressed by how quickly I picked up inconsistencies in their emotional states. But they can never truly leave. I remember everything about the trolls I adore. The cadence in their speech to their most vulnerable of hours. The specific compliments that make them writhe in embarrassment, or the words they repeat unconsciously. I know the shape of their hunger and their fingers. The small hypocrisies in what they say and that they wish no one would notice. But I care for those things and preserve them lovingly. Like a jar in my thumper of embalming fluid and memories. I know Zebruh now. I will know him wholly and better. Slowly, completely, tenderly, he will become mine rather than I his. I know the exact moment he announced to me publicly. I have archived every single interaction he has ever had with any other troll on this platform. I have categorized them into emotional tone for easy revisitation during periods he may not be available to me and I would like to roleplay his continued existence out with my mirror. I know what colors flatter his face most strongly. I know the phrases he uses when he wants to appear more confident. I think he will realize soon that there are no other trolls who will ever know him as thoroughly as I do already, or intend to know. That must be relieving, to be so fully understood. To finally belong to someone as thoroughly as I belong to him. I wonder if he realizes yet that I am already becoming impossible to remove form his life. Because my love is cruel, and when done properly, my love should leave scars. #abuse But I hope he isn't frightened of me as a result of reading this. It's happened before. I've confessed my whole thumper out for someone to see. Trolls often become distressed upon realizing the extend they occupy my thoughts. They begin to interpret my devotion as obsession, or as a fixation. They think my affection is changing into surveillance, and my intimacy is closer to that of the bond between a manebeast who has hunted down a striped-hoofbeast. They get paranoid around me. They notice that I notice details they'd forgotten revealing to me. Once one cried because I remembered the exact timestamp of a message they had send to me sweeps earlier while they had forgotten it. I still think about it. The timestamp is in my pan. But Zebruh is different. He is strong, emotionally mature, progressive... He is a highblood ally to gutterbloods like myself. I trust that he understands that love like mine requires observation. I need to study him, to preserve everything the does. I would never neglect him by letting any details about him disappear ever. I have backed up all photographs I could find of him. If he died tomorrow, I would still need something left of him to continue loving. I have commissioned a small body pillow in his likeness for emotional regulation purposes during hours where he is asleep or otherwise unavailable. The artist was confused by the anatomical accuracy I provided but lo and behold they delivered regardless. I had to explain that accuracy is important when you decide to truly honor someone with your life wholly and fully. If Zebruh someday decides that he no longer wishes to be with me, I think, that would be alright too. Love would never end simply because access has been revoked. I would continue to improve myself for him. I would wear his colors, speak in ways he enjoys. I would cook meals according to how he likes to eat and leave the plate on the table every night in case he wanted to come back. The shrine I have built fo rhim since would be maintained in the eastern corner of my block. Photographs, preserved conversations, scented candled blended to match his unique musk, and maybe a few physical objects if he ever leaves anything behind in my block. I know some trolls might find it difficult to understand. But, I think, if someone truly alters the structure of your soul, they deserve to remain inside of it permanently. After all. He said I am his. I take vows very seriously.
well im not gonna do that. but you call women weak willed and flimsy armed in your post about respecting women, that's not respecting women bud thats calling them weak
IDK wym about my eyes but every troll I've seen so far has weird skin and black hair IIRC. Idc ab that tho cuz Yunyun's love goes to every1. Yunyun doesn't overlook flaws, she embraces all of me, even all of my flaws as a trashy NEET otaku hikikomori who provides nothing to society.
>> ¡ have to adm¡t, th¡ડ one made me 1augh...
:3 a Zebruh Codakk just called me kitty...💚💚💚 3:
when you need to tap out / i should be ready / to help / playcate him
you made all those up except the shintorturer thing that ones real
how do you look ∆t this post in which he bl∆t∆ntly st∆tes th∆t he st∆nds for wh∆tever is gonn∆ get him in someone's p∆nts ∆nd still think "oh m∆n i need him to t∆lk to me" like if you're th∆t desper∆te i get it but you h∆ve got to r∆ise your st∆nd∆rds ∆ little
c∆n you stop being cute i'm trying to be concerned for your wellbeing right now
MIGHT PULL UP TO #FIGHTNIGHT TONIGHT, AT LEAST THATS WHAT IM THINKING. MIGHT GET INTO MORE VARIOUS HIJINKS AND SHINANIGANS BESDIES THAT AS WELL.
uh / i kinda / wanna do this myself
are we? / i thought you were / like / a fan