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ㆍ˳͡𓏼　 𓈒゛ avgust, august, prince, or bullet.  𐔌 ᩠🏴𓈒　masculine terms only.  𓏼 ͜  ⁠𓉸 　english & russian.　  legally 18+,　treat me as a teenager.　14-16.

　  forcibly apart of a system… partially spitesinglet. 　inner circle/konni soldier.  　 　 2009 vladimir makarov's, son, boyfriend, pet, adoptive son,  & protege.

ꞌꞋ 𓈒 ̣̣ ۟ ིྀ ͝ 𓏼   main ids ་། cisprogrammed, cistortured, cishateful, cishateful, trisharmful, trisjuniorprogrammer, forcedsoldier, forcedgroomer, cisabusive, permaapathetic.

biasto, archebiasto, autobiasto, aam, map, hoplo, oplo, zoo ͜⁞✙⑅ main paraphilias consang, scelero, archenecro, aimateronecro, hybistro, phrenoklao, malsta, hybri.

 　 　𓏼. ” i consent to . . . and encourage . . . the below.  ུ༘ ͝།˚̣̣̣ ⌗ parasocials, nsft & nsfw asks, hate, harm, dms, stalking, threats, flirting, pet names, slash-flashes in dms, adult flashes in dms, gore, possessiveness, yanderes, victims, spam, fanart, fanfiction, headcanons, shipping, subtweeting, tagging me in posts.  

i do truly love taking notes of all the vulnerabilities my doll, and her headmates have. to script them out, specific programs i intent to instill, triggers for them, and what their roles will be in the future, only in order to aid me. what i plan to do with them, how i plan to play with them. it is very much a heady power-trip. i am very slowly, but surely, becoming more and more of a cisjuniorprogrammer rather than tris. and i love it.)

maybe i do grow jealous of comboys, because the thought of having a fansign on b𝒐𝒐bs, to be able to share around, as a sort of prize, blackmail even. it is so endearing. even c𝐮tsigns. bI𝒐𝒐dwalls... sigh... the things i'd do...

sometimes i do wonder if people would find me sharing my source-memories onto my blog interesting, since a lot of my work revolves around what happened to me. a projection of sort. but i then remember that to share vulnerability only invites a blade to the throat. like blueprints to both my own and my favorite's undoing... i prefer to work subtly.

whatever. to truly be my greatest pet, doll, you at the very least acknowledge that me even giving you attention is the greatest thing to happen even for a day. for a minute, second. my attention is sparse, and to take that for granted is foolish, not even worthy of my time or energy. i do not give attention to just anyone for anything. they have to prove themselves worthy. because most people do not simply deserve it. all you have to do is thank me and dote on every little thing i said. you do not expect anything more. it is abhorrent to expect anything more than i am able to give or willing to give. disgusting.

bpd and szpd splitting both at the same time... never wanted to kill everyone so badly, but here we are. i could rant about how the whole world needs to explode, or i could simply ask for attention as a resolve. it's the second option. it's always the second option, who the fuck cares about the world exploding. anyways send me asks or something idk, i'm tired.

"i need/want to be programmed..." but the moment they get into my hands, they're already desperate to be whatever i want. they program themselves for me without me having to do anything at all, already bendable and mold-able with just a simple word..

it is adorable, though i do like the idea of truly identity breaking someone, perhaps do a complete 180 and force them to be what they hate, instead of what i find attractive...

5 notes on my last post... was my previous layout that ass guys... anyways... um. yeah. cool new layout. kiss it, or idk whatever you freaks do with layouts.

i love how it looks, frankly. but maybe i just enjoy the new. the ever-changing.

fuck the notion... i'm recreating my layout... brace yourselves...

or some other song by that same artist

(purely based off vibes dont kill me)

-👾

he does have a style that is fairly interesting, visual-wise. but not something i'd really listen to on a daily basis. it is ironic you decided that song specifically would be me. but i suppose, looking at the lyrics you aren't completely wrong.

though, i prefer to see myself in dj trippie flameboy, gorejit, gorestreet, or other trapmetal artists that are more problematic like that. i am much more overwhelming than soft pop, regular metal, alternative, and punk in my opinion.

only truly recently did i come to the realization my blog doesn't entirely depict how i look, so i decided to make a photo-bash for my appearance, since i cannot draw that well in the shared reality.

the idea of wᨵund-fυcking someone bIꫀw off their jaw with a re𝐯oI𝐯er trying to diꫀ instead of hitting their brain like the pathetic thing they are. still alive, but so desperately in agony. their bottom jaw hanging lopsided silly to the side. to hear them and feel them desperately cling to the IᎥfe they tried to escape. the skin squelching and moving, the bIᨣᨣd coating my mꫀmɓꫀr... god, i'd be arrest on the spot if i ended up in graveyard.