♦ pitied by @turntableGuardian
@tantalizingTensei GET OUT OF MY HOUUUUUUUUUUSSE
aradia told me time is a flat circle but i have no idea what that means :/
thankks i'll checkfor sure dude for sur
mmy mouthf is bleedin but atleeest i got mad head. ghhh #nsfwe >deffjnjtely flexin on allyou suckerfs
how is this BETTER
i've been basically adopted as someone's guardian (x2) so now they see me in a way that's like a father figure and or lususlike (think it's more along the lines of a human father figure) HOW do i do this????? i've never celebrated this holiday before but they have gifts for me(?) am i supposed to be doing something in particular...
i might. be a little bi curious
This yaoi shit will ruin your life oh man. #Divorced
yeah, that's a real bummer. i was real curious if the teal dancer would make it all the way to the end. oh well. win some, lose some.
thank you for making a long confusing story into a short confusing answer, uncle dave.
Is This A Trick Question
The darkness is pitch black tonight. I did hear breathing from outside my house in the trees. I don't bother checking what it is.
Just pity reacted to what i believe was a photo of someone. Did not intend to do that. Yikes.
i like obama so much because after my brother would beat me into a bloodied mess on the roof before making fun of me and throwing me into my room and locking it i would get onto my computer and listen to his speeches. and just how. fucking perfectly worded and touching they are were amazing for the moment #abuse #gore #violence #family #vent (?)
the things i would do with my clone #suggestive
I DID SOMETHING AND NOW MY SQUAWK GAPER IS MAKING NOISE. WHY IN THE FUCK DOES IT HURT.
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why did my comment asking what moe is get pitied. is this a well known thing?
I should just let Trollbama fight me, or at least test my durability. I am not going down easily in many scenarios. Mind you, the reason I'm retired from the military was that I was holding an active bomb and ran with it to get it away from my squad.
⚝ The process of troll reproduction sounds quite fascinating :0 ⚝
... i dont want to remember this.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@tactfulTactriun You were a terrible guardian. But you thought you were doing what was best for him at the time. It was possessed. It whispered in your ear day in and day out. Told you what to do. You listened. You thought It knew what was best for him. You trained him. You thought it was the right thing to do. You were preparing him for what was to come. You hurt him. Hurt him worse than you could ever imagine. But It continued to whisper to you. Told you he needed to toughen up. You listened. And listened. And listened. And listened. And Listened. And Listened... A̸̛͖̟͓̎͂̔̓͂͊͒̾̉̈́͆̓̓̃̿͗͂̉͗̾̐̓̈́͌̓͘͜͝͠͝N̴͕̤̈̎̏̄̔̋̒̔D̸̡̨̡̛̩̤̗̘̝̯̲̻̭̘̦̤̩̪͉̘̹͇̘̬̦̠̻̳̈́̾͆͐̋̆́̆̌͛͐̏͐̃͛̀̒̋͋̀̿̌͆́͌́͐̂̆̆̽̐͛̈̋̐̏͘̚̚̕͜͝͝.̷̡̛̛̹̱̫̖̻͔̘̠͖̮͍̭̪͉͇̰̼̠̖̜̞̲̬̖͍̯̻͖̺̯͚̗͉̩͌̈́̂͊͐̂̏̽͆͐̒̐̓̃͋̓̇͐̐̊̆̐̎͠ ̵̨̺̣̝̘̯͔̜͎̮̦͚͎͔͎̭̮̙͕̯̪͎̺̞͉̥̥͇̀̈́͊̀̈́̽͌̍̏̔̀̃͒̓͗̇͗͘͝͝͝L̶̨̛̛̯͇̎̍́̿̂̉̋̓͒͐̆̈́́̽͆́͑͆͌͒́͊̉̎̈͌̈́̑͂̉̄̎̒́͘̚͘̚͝I̸̢̧̧̨̨̡̡̛̛̜̦͔͍͍̳̦̣̯̗̹̗̪̲̙̻͖̻̲͙͉̝͖̹̯̠̗͂̈́̅̎͑̃́̾͑͋͗͂̽̑̀̆͒̿̽̓̏͌́͂͋̀͆̆̓̊͆͛̋͑́̚̕͝S̷̡̥͎̭͈̎̏̉̄̑̊͆̃̔̐̄̎̑͐̀̑͐̔̿̂͛̆̀̕͘͝͝͝Ť̴̡̛̲̻̣̮̥̪̰̮͖̣̦̗̙̙̭̟̼̜̦̜̝̪̓̓̋̓̉̑͋̕ͅE̶̢̢̧̧̡̯̱̻͎͎͔͔̝̩̣͈̝͚̹̱͔̜̰̮̯̱̗͕̼̳̻̖̬͈̮̙̠͚̟͖͓̠̻͚̙̺̖̣̞̓͑̄͋̽͌́̐̅̔̆̐̂́̇̐͑̽̐̾̉̾̊̐͗̏̅͗͌́̅̔͆̿̓̌̉̈́̀̕̕̕͠͝͝ͅN̷̨̡̼̠̳̼̠͖̺͉̥̹͎͕̟̰͚̅́̎͑̀̎̄̽͆͆̀̾̾̓͌͛͐̓̑̕͘̕̕͜͜͝͠ͅͅȄ̴̢̢̢̧̛̛̛͍̣̤̲͓̰̫̝͓͉͔̳̗̬̭͓̋̿͛͐͛͑͆͒̾͒̎͂̒̑̐̆̓̋̋͂̄̐̊̀̈̚͘͘͠͝͝͝Ḑ̵̨̡̪̫͚̣̣̝̼̯͎̼̺̭̜̙͙͓͎̠̗̫̪͇̙̯͙̬̞̩̦̱̺̲̣̎̓̾̿̄̈́̽̌̐̎̎̓̐͑̾̈́̋̔͐͐̈̀̑̿̈́́̎̂̎̆͌̄̒̓̿͘͜͝͝͠͠͝.̵̡̨̙̙̲͇͉̬̠͎͓͎̘͔̣̻̭͇̺̙͇͚̗͍͖̖̘͖͇͙̬͔͖͖͉͍̮̪͔̹̟̞̘̻̫̄̇̓͒͊̾͌̊͑͌̇̊̈͆̋̂͒͗̈́̂̉̋́͊͌͑̈́́͊͆͌́̐̚̕͝͝͝ͅ Ľ̶͈̯͛̒͗͠İ̴̡̧͍͔̻̜K̵͍̙̖̬͛̄͑̈̋̚E̸̢͔͚̣̘͆̒̓ ̸͕̰̘̀̈́̉̇̀̅̚A̸̞͈̼͈̐̏̀̏͛̚ͅ ̸̹͕̮̭͕̖̀́G̶͚̾O̵̧͕̪͓̭̣͓̅̈̑̋Ơ̵̻͈̩̯͒́̓͠D̵̥̅ ̶͚̭͍͔͇͙̔̈̏L̷̩̖̖͉̟̹̒̓̊̅̒͌͘I̸̮̿̈́̒̏̽͘T̴̹̳̭̓̈͒̌̕͠T̵̡̻̞̜̈́L̷̯̟̿̅Ě̶̼̪̙̥̈͋̓̕ ̶̡̟̖̪͋͝T̶̜̘̞̭̔̃̉̎̾O̵͔̓̏̓͑̏O̷̙̞̔̎̏̃ͅL̴̢͔̥͓͊̄̈,̷̘͕͌͌̇́̈́̈͌ ̸̡̛̱͎͇̝̓Y̶̪̘̞͍̦̼̪͒͐̈́̾̈́̚͝O̵̢̲͇̻̾U̸̝̯̖̓́̽͌͘ ̴̨̇L̴̀̓͐͆̾̒ͅÎ̵̻̫ͅS̵̟̱̗̞̈̏̀͐̽͂͋T̶̛͔̬͓Ę̸̡͕̹̎̃́͋͜͠͝N̷̡̦̪͚̈́̅̿̓̚ͅË̷̢̗͕͓̪̥͉́̂͋D̴̞̩̂͐͛̀̀ ̵͚̭̻͕̺̉̅͐̈́T̴̘̔͜O̶̱̰͎͎̮̿̈̂̏͌̈́ ̶̫̥͓̠̤̤͘ͅI̶̙̟̲͙̩͋̍̓̀̄͋Ṫ̴͔̫.̶̘͕̯̔͛̈̄͘ ̸̛͉͎̻̰̻͙̯̇͛̽́͝Y̶͍͍͗̑̈́͝O̵̘̺̦͚̤̱̱͋͐Ṵ̸͓̟̄͒̏ ̸̪̂͆̄̚C̵͔̫̀͛̽͗̔͘Ȍ̸͚̫̻̣U̶̺̟͕͋̈́Ḷ̴̢̧͖͋̇̋̆͘D̶̡̩̥̞͖̳̏̈́̔̎ͅN̴̡̨̝̊̓͑͋̉͝'̵̛̼̱ͅT̶̩͖̋͛̌͘͝͝ ̴̢̝̠͉̗̄͊̒́͝R̵̨̨̯͓͐́̑E̵̢̩͋̓̒S̶̺͍̫̙̮̀̀̕Ĭ̷̥͖̩͓̙̲͎̆̆̀S̸̬̦͇̝͚͠T̶̢͍̦͝ͅ.̸̘̍̂̌͝ ̵̧̺͇̽Ï̵̝͆̂̄͆T̵̳͋̋͝ ̴̢̠̔̈̇Ȟ̷̨̟͔̻̦̰̭̿̆͛̋͋Ḁ̴̠̳͔̗̔̀͋D̴͖͖̮̮̖̩̓͗ ̶̯̊Í̵̢̧͙͇͎̳Ṯ̶̲̠̑S̴̟̽̄̍͛ ̷̧̹̩̰͓̈́͂̿̆̈́̚Ḧ̴̜̳̘̺̞́̄Ò̶̡͍̙̳̯͚L̴͓͙̠̺͚͔͈̈́̉̓͒̋͌͆D̴͖̭͎̙͝ ̵̡̡̛̭̟̗̒̕O̵̲̳̫͖͉͐N̵͓̓́͋̏ ̶̢͎͈̈́̆͘Y̶̨̯̣̬̞̬͉͊͂̎̈́̃O̶͈̹̦͖̫̠̝̽̅Ú̸̫̬̄͗̑͒̄̚.̸̡̣̤͈͕͋ #abuse #horror Listen yet again. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
Did they say you were GOATed with the sauce?
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heavy #gore and #death tag warning for what im about to talk about gang maybe a brief #abuse one for bro stuff i guess this also needs a #vent tag but if i need to add anything else lemme know but like its crazy seeing the experiences of all daves theres this specific no game one thats bothering me a bit he had john fly over to visit for the week and a tornado warning gets issued They take to the usual preventative measures and get to the basement floor with everyone else those warnings become emergencies its loud people are crying and the building above shakes under the roar of twisting wind the ceiling fails and dave immediately rushes over john to protect him from debris things start getting fuzzy but the last thing he experiences is john covered in blood hes worried he got hurt but johns screaming out his name and not to leave him he has enough energy to look down and see that hes been impaled through the stomach by a broken piece of pipe he can only think about how he saved john before everything goes dark ... theres a different one he hasnt entered the game yet no this is during one of those training strifes with bro ill save you the details of that but in the end hes laying on that roof clinging to himself he has cuts on his arms and face nothing unusual but his back his back has a huge gash in it he cant move hes bleeding out there things get fuzzy as he just watches bro go inside the rooftops doorway to the stairs "tough it out kid" bro would say before the door snaps closed he just he just bleeds out and dies on the roof ... i dunno theres something about experiencing the lives and eventual deaths of all of them
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@turntechGodsaid you didn't wait to find a note to head to the roof this time. He's been calling you up there to spar more and more often lately. you've been waking up bruised and battered and tired but you get up every single day anyways. Training, He calls it. Preparation. He hasn't let you in on any of His plans, but you've seen the texts, you've heard the phone calls when He thinks you're asleep. He talk's with Jade's grandpa a lot. He's even come over to visit a few times. He was big and loud and filled up the already cramped apartment and ruffled your hair and hugged you too hard. you hate him. Today is your tenth birthday. you don't wait to find the note or walk into any traps. you pull on your heart shirt, your pointy shades, some athletic pants, then grab your badass katana and crawl out the window. Even in December it's a bit warm for long sleeves and pants, but it's become habit by now to cover up. you swing from the fire escape, hop from windowsill to windowsill, parkouring thirty stories up without an ounce of fear or hesitation. When you make it to the roof, He's already there. His back is to you, His arms are folded. you unsheathe your katana and He turns. He pauses for a fraction of a moment before transitioning into a battle-ready stance. you've surprised Him. you've been doing that more often lately. Good. Before He's even given you His customary thumbs down, you're flashstepping His way. Thousand-folded Nippon steel clashes against thousand-folded Nippon steel. Probably. He bought these at the mall. You're ferocious yet stoic. How He trained you. He's holding back, but only barely. He's been holding back less and less lately. you've done this dance with Him a thousand times and you'll do it a thousand more. you have to survive. you have to win. you have to show Him that he's not wasting His time on you. you bet this looks cinematic as hell against the rising sun. you think you could make pretty good movies. you managed to grab one of His cameras once and shot a bit of footage. Then one day the camera wasn't where you left it. He never said a word about it. Not even whether you did any good. you're distracted. you're focused too much on yourself when you need to be focused on Him- He slashes across your torso and you fly back. you won't notice for a while, but the heart on your shirt's been cut in two. you slam against the radio tower with a muted grunt, then drop down onto your ass. He walks - asshole doesn't even flashstep, He WALKS - up to you, then pulls that fucking move. He lifts the tip of His blade to your chin. you've lost. you always lose. This was a quick one too. you're bleeding bad. you look up at Him. you've never actually seen His eyes without those pointy shades. He says nothing. you say nothing. you grab your blade and bring it upwards, taking Him by surprise as you slam His katana out of His grip. It goes flying. He stumbles forwards, you've never taken Him off-guard quite like this, He's falling down on you- you grab the scruff of His shirt, you jam both feet into His torso, and use His momentum to roll Him off you, to the side. There's a moment of silence where the sounds of early morning commuter traffic all fall still. One. Two. Three. Four. There's a sickening crunch that sounds like it's right in your ear. you pull yourself up to your feet. You just threw Him off the roof. You look over the edge. Your heart is racing. You can't breathe. Down below, so impossibly far below, is his still body. It's contorted in ways it shouldn't be. his glasses fell off at some point. You can somehow tell that his eyes are orange. You are ten years old. You know that a body means police, and outside interference means problems. Your body moves on its own as You rush downstairs to clean up Your mess. We're cut from the same cloth (( #abuse #gore #violence )) 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
// me when i dont hit the ooc button fucking drools on myself
BROSEPH COME PICK ME UP I'M SCARED THE STRIDERS ARE TALKING ABOUT DOING YAOI
you know, i've been thinking about how uncommon us egberts are around here.
am i a good girl? :)
I was vaguely aware I just don't like them saying that after oggling an image of me in my underwear!!!
going outside and holding up a sign that says "WILL RAP FOR DONUTS"
hi. im timi pierce; im a bard of time. if you're reading this after registering for the first time onto the website, me, then you need to understand the gravity of the danger you're in. you are in a perfect looping day. this website exists as the only proof showing that youre in a timeloop. without the information on this post, or the accumulated knowledge on this account, you will never have a chance in escaping this situation. this is what we know so far: 1. the time loop is perfect. it starts when youre awake, and ends when youre asleep. you havent tested yet if staying awake the rest of the day onto the next alters this. 2. it loops you back to today, may 18th, the day before your friends decided to fight the final boss and end the game. nothing so far indicates that anything is off; but youre still in this loop regardless. 3. youre the only one in the session perceiving this. your friends have not said anything nor show any awareness about this. you have yet to disprove the solipsistic factor 4. your memories of today are lost every time the loop resets. this account, and your interactions therein, are the only proof of this loop happening. this pinned message serves as your direct proof to read when you access this site. 5. everyone is nice here, even the mean ones. dont let this situation let you gain distrust of others. you can solve this. everyone wants you to solve this. You have Time. 6. your friends do not believe you and neither do the trolls. you may, in time, make them believe you, but you cant where youre at now here are the instructions on how to start your day: 1. when you finish registering, the site will pop up with this pinned post ive made. you will read it to completion. protect this post with your life; this is your lifeline. 2. you can click on your user icon to look at your own profile and previous posts. you need to read them all. you can slow time locally to re-read everything at your own pace. 3. write down any important notes here. only alter the pin if you feel important instructions, revelations, or details are necessary to be revealed to the next loop. if you delete this, you risk losing everything and going back to square one. this pin can be edited using the 'edit' button on the top of the post. 4. dont hesitate to ask people ideas here. this place, collectively, is not only an immense wealth of knowledge and experience beyond your wildest dreams, but the people here understand your problem, and while they might want to mess with you a little, theyll never hesitate to extend a hand to ensure your success. you are in the right hands in this site. i believe in you. please, do this for your friends. do it for the future at stake. do it so you can push everyone to the finish line and successfully give what your friends deserve; so you can go back to living a normal life. you deserve one after everything. the game has been fun, its true- the thrills are exhilarating. but its time to finish up and bring the curtains in. its time to find home. do it for me. and thank you, me, for doing your best. PS. YOU DONT NEED GOD TIER CLOTHING TO DO GOD TIER THINGS JUST FOCUS IT AWAY, YOU CAN BE LIBERATED FROM THE CODPIECE, PLEASE DONT IGNORE THIS
honestly thats just a waste of a jump at that point shit happens
lil brother begged me to make an account for days only to refuse to tell me what any of the 5 million buttons do and then 'hate' all my replies (whatever the hell that means.) no clue how to even tag him, but im sure hes gonna see this anyway since he never puts his damn phone down.
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°⚬°⚬〇 which c⚬mes after friday. making it basically friday 2. 〇°⚬°⚬
CATS DON’T SLEEP LIKE US.
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