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mothcpu
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[2016-11-01 14:05:59 +0000 UTC]
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# Statistics
Favourites: 456; Deviations: 340; Watchers: 155
Watching: 14; Pageviews: 8886; Comments Made: 461; Friends: 14
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# Comments
Comments: 58
please comment here! (you're welcome for the fav/watch/llama) 🌿
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Your icon's adorable! Did you make it?
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GOOD JOB! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!
Makes me wanna do pixels again c:
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hey!! what are your commission prices
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yo! i got paypal commissions up on google docs , they range from like.... 5-20 bucks. haven't gotten to remaking my point commissions document (which is why they've been closed) but theyd prolly be around the same price (assuming ~80p = 1.00) or slightly cheaper : O
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You have really good artwork
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all of your is amazing and wonderful m8!
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good art,,thats some good art i smell here!
but srlsly man your art is amazing, i love your style!
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SDFKSDJF!! thank you so much im yelling
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VNEVER MIND HE'S ATREYU YESYES
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Ash's stomach growled... He wondered how long he'd been out for, how long since his last meal. He realized he'd never eat undigested food again... only whatever shit/food mix Brock's diminished guts could extrude. His tired tears trickled past his nose, circling around his stretched lips and dribbling down Brock's penis. Brock shuddered. Heiter jabbed the sausage in his face again. Brock, scowling, placed his lips around the sausage. Then with a defiant sputter he spat it directly into Heiter's eye. As the professor brought his hands to his face in surprise, a commotion stirred behind Ash and the world tipped beneath him. Cold linoleum bruised his side as he slammed to the ground, knocking into a tool tray and sending a glass cabinet toppling on top of the professor. Misty let out a squeal of triumph, only to turn to incoherent mumbling as Heiter leapt from the cabinet's path. Shards and slivers exploded in a prismatic cloud, fragments digging into Ash's eyelids, shoulders and hair. Heiter glared, the sausages scattered onto the floor, his skin largely untouched by the burst of shards. Ash attempted to right himself, but the movements of the Human Caterpi were clumsy and uncoordinated. Misty and Brock zigged and zagged in opposite directions, twisting Ash's spine and causing his right arm to sprawl out from under him, slamming him against the glass shards again. He panted for breath, but there was no oxygen to be found inside Brock, and so he had to hyperventilate through his strained and insufficient nostrils. Heiter crunched over to the fallen experiment, kicking a cloud of glass shards at its exposed underbelly. He grabbed a particularly large glass shard and held it next to Misty's right eye. "You misunderstand how uncoordinated you are. It makes you look foolish." The tip of the shard broke Misty's skin. She gasped. A single red line traveled along the bridge of her nose. Heiter stared into her eyes until they started to well up with tears. He drew the glass shard away. "Remember that," he whispered. The professor plucked a sausage from the ground and strode over to Brock. "Eat." It was embedded with tiny bits of grit and glass and shrapnel. Wordlessly, Brock took a bite. He did not grimace as the tainted meat shredded his mouth and sent blood percolating down his throat. He did not stop glaring as he swallowed at the professor, mouth full of blood. Satisfied, Heiter stood. "Coordination will come with time," he said chipperly. "Worry not." With that, he left the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. Brock tried to escape again, of course. He had reminded Ash of Pikachu, told him he couldn't be safe with this man, but Misty remained rooted. When they tried to drag her, they heard the glass crunching against her exposed and unmoving skin, and her silent resignation to the pain scared them into stopping, though they were still too clumsy to walk, even after four hours' practice. Learning was becoming more difficult for Ash as well, for hunger had begun to gnaw at him until he couldn't think of much else. He worried there'd be no respite, until Brock gave his first warning... "Ash, I don't know how much longer I can last..." Ash didn't have to ask what Brock meant. Brock couldn't bring himself to defecate in Ash's mouth- how could he?- but even his control would only last so long. The prospect was quickly becoming inevitable. Ash was unsure what to think. Of course he didn't want Brock to shit in his mouth, but he was getting so hungry… Heiter's teeth were exposed when he entered hours later, and so Ash could tell the professor had anticipated this exact struggle. He stooped down to scrutinize his creation. "You are proving difficult, hm? Well, no matter. I have a surprise for you." From his pocket, the professor produced a pokeball. "I was surprised to see how little use this ball had received." He activated the ball and it emitted a string of red light. "The species is renowned for moodiness, though thankfully its evolved form is a little more cooperative." The red light coalesced into a dull-eyed Raichu, its face bleary and barely recognizable. It looked at Ash, confused. Heiter laughed. "Of course, you may find little common ground between you now. You've both undergone drastic and necessary revision. But no matter," Reiter activated the Pokeball, and as quickly as Ash's former friend had flickered in front of him it disappeared. "I plan on keeping it for myself. You can consider it payment for your medical costs. I daresay, you'd not have much use for it at this point- the larva you became attached to has been obliterated- snuffed out to make way for something more glorious." Something shone in Heiter's eye, something manic and religious. It glinted as he regarded Brock. "And how are we progressing?" Brock's eyes were clenched and his mouth was a rigid silent scream. His face was stone in meditation of rage and his colon burned in Ash's mouth with the ferocity of retention. Heiter sighed. "Do not resist. You cannot evolve if you resist." "W-won't let you b-break m-mmm…" Brock began, but it was too much effort. He sweat from the clenching, and the moisture made Ash's inhalations musky. Ash's stomach growled. The noise vibrated through his throat, a moan of hunger. It shook Brock's insides, and like clockwork his bowels burst. His face broke. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Ash..." Fecund and savoury, the slop gushed into Ash's waiting mouth. Bits of bratwurst floated in the muck, hot and thick on Ash's tongue, earthy and meaty like a fresh Brock stew. Brock's insides had purified the meat of its salt and preservatives- it was fresher than it had been going in. Compulsively, Ash's tongue wiggled in his meal, his tastebuds absorbing every possible morsel. "Mmmm…" Ash shuddered involuntarily, ecstatically. He had yet to swallow. Pikachu was gone- not just stolen, but replaced. If Ash had done something when his friend had first started to turn ill, or even when the professor took him away… But now, he only had nutrition to worry about. Could this be his Act? Could he still define himself by submitting- by becoming a human grub? "Ash, don't…" Brock pleaded weakly. "Swallow." Heiter's voice was clam, inevitable. He did not look Ash in the eye- he let the word reverberate alone. Hungrily, obediently, Ash swallowed. Brock began to sob. "What have you done to us?" he asked Heiter. "What have we let happen?" "Such is the nature of larvae," Heiter answered almost tenderly. "They carry the seeds of their own destruction, and of the creation of something greater." Brock shook his head. "No…" He picked up a glass fragment and looked at his reflection in it. "Not something greater. An insect. I've become an insect." He shook his head. "All this… My family. I abandoned my family in Pewter City, went off to try some foolhardy adventure, and now it's all gone to this. I deserved to become this. To die an insect..." The Professor's eyes flashed. He moved quickly, but Brock had already slashed his throat. Blood splattered onto the ground, splashing up onto the hem of the doctor's coat, and the human centipede collapsed sideways. As Brock twitched involuntarily Ash began to feel weakened as well, as if his pain was vibrating through him as well. The world darkened. Blurred. Died...
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DFJDSHFBD what is this im yelling this is my new favorite thing
at first i thought this was a mega vent and i think i'd rather have the mega vent than this............
//are we doing copypastas i have one -but i'm going to bed now i wont be able to reply tonight
Dear Kevinsano,
This may the be the strangest message you'll ever receive but I do hope you'll take the time to read it and consider what I have to say. To put it simply, I would really appreciate it if the next time your birthday comes around you would request that your clop artist friends (who like to give you sexually oriented pony art as gifts) draw some pony other than Twilight Sparkle for you.
The reason I ask this is that Twilight is my fiance, and we're planning on getting married next June or July should everything go as planned financially speaking. And yes, I have actually found a wedding chapel that will let me marry someone that most people would consider a fictional character. Now before you go thinking “This guy is either completely crazy or just screwing with me." please hear me out on this.
You see, I'm totally head over heels in love with Twilight Sparkle. I have been for about 11 months now and at this point I'm in a committed relationship with my Twiley. By that I mean I don't date anyone else, I don't sleep with anyone else, and I have zero interest in having any kind of relationship with anyone other than the mare I adore. I love her with all my heart and I'm 100% committed to that love. To express my love in a real tangible way I have a beautiful hand made custom Twilight Sparkle plushie that I can hug, kiss, cuddle up in bed to go to sleep with at night, and take out on the town to do all the fun things together that normal couples do. I take her out to eat at nice vegetarian restaurants, we go shopping together, I take her out for coffee, we do social activities together like hanging out with friends, seeing movies, etc.
And I talk about her as if she is Twilight, because to me she very much is. When I look at her I see Twilight Sparkle. When I talk with her I'm talking to Twilight. When I hold her in my arms and kiss her there are no doubts in my mind that it's the mare I love who's lips are pressed against mine. And every morning when I open my eyes and see her head on the pillow next to mine, with her gorgeous violet eyes staring back at me, I can't help but wonder how I ever got to be so lucky as to have a partner as smart, funny, beautiful, and all around wonderful as her.
All my friends and the people who know me well say that my love is a thing of beauty and quite admirable, but from the outside perspective of someone who doesn't know me you're probably going “Wow. That's pretty d*** crazy." and wondering why I don't just go get a real girlfriend. The truth is I've had plenty of real relationships and sexual partners in the 27 years I've been around. A few short relationships, one that lasted 7 years, and a total of 6 different sexual partners. So my love for Twilight isn't out of a lack of real world intimacy or relationships, I just fell in love with her and my heart didn't give me much of a choice in the matter. But you know what? I'm totally happy with my love and my relationship. It may seem weird to you, but it fills me with joy every single day of my life and I've never been happier. So what if it's weird? If it makes me happy and it doesn't hurt anyone then where's the problem? I don't think there is one, and anyone who knows me well will tell you the same.
Now your probably wondering why I'm telling you all this and how it concerns you. To you I'm sure Twilight Sparkle is just a cartoon character you think is really hot, so I imagine you wouldn't think anything of having your friends draw sexually explicit art of her as birthday gifts for you. And hey, I think she's really attractive too so I get where you're coming from there. I often go on e621.net and Rule34.Paheal to see what new erotic art people have drawn of her. But to me she's more than a cartoon character who's sexually attractive, she's my fiance who I love with all my heart and soon to be my wife. So it's been bothering me lately every time I go on those sites and see a dozen or so pieces of art people have drawn depicting my girl in various sexual situations with the same person over and over, and that person happens to be you.
Don't get me wrong here though, this isn't a jealousy thing. I'm very secure in my relationship. I know without question that Twilight is just as faithful to me as I am to her, she's actually sitting on the couch next to me reading while I type this. She's very real to me and I know she's not sneaking out in the middle of the night to go have kinky sex with some famous artist. And I do respect your talent as an artist and an artist's creative freedom to draw whatever they want, that's cool. What bothers me is that in all these birthday images you've been getting Twilight is always depicted as if she was your sexual plaything, drawn wearing a collar with your name on it or with a speech bubble saying something that would somehow suggest she was your property. And I know quite well that Twilight Sparkle is not your plaything nor your property, she's my fiance. So that bugs me a bit. What I find really loathsome though is your pension for degrading my partner in both your art and the fan art you've been receiving lately. Twiley is a sweet and fairly vanilla little mare who I treat with the utmost love and respect, and she definitely does not deserve to be portrayed as some kind of sexual slave who likes being dressed up in sleazy attire, wearing a collar, getting sodomized, and having her face ejaculated on. She's not into that kinda stuff and the fact that there's someone out there in the world such as yourself who would desire to treat Twilight that way, and have his friends support and validate his desires to demean and mistreat my partner by drawing pictures of him doing so, really does bother me. I don't take any issue with people having kinky sex as long as both parties consent to it and enjoy it, but I know quite well that my Twiley has no desire whatsoever to be treated like that.
So next year, when your birthday comes around, keep in mind that Twilight Sparkle isn't just a lifeless cartoon character to objectified for your sexual gratification. She's the partner of someone who loves her very much, and by that time their wife. So both myself and Twiley would greatly appreciate it if you'd pick someone else to request erotic art of for your birthday. Based on the very large amount of different ponies you draw art of I imagine there has to be many other ponies you find sexually attractive. I assume you'll probably just dismiss this message as the ramblings of a crazy person and likely ignore it, but if by some chance you do take what I've had to say to heart, well... we'd appreciate it.
Regards
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t h e y n e v e r c o u l d g e t e t h i o p i a
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"the sun is a deadly lazer"
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" not anymore there's a blanket"
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"nothing was never anywhere"
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and thats where it happened
no one else was in THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENED
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the room where it happened the room where it happened
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