If this blog is active, it means that HSV has been shut down or deleted and it turns out I mirrors the fuck out of everything. Enjoy the smutvoices that started SVs.
I think a lot of people with problems are using the mobile app. If not maybe they should try through the browser? I know I sometimes have trouble with either one, but I just try it again later or something.
Terezi sits atop a low cliff overlooking the ocean. Her fingers drum restlessly as her patience starts to run away from her.
Terezi: *sigh* Where is she? She said she'd be here soon. I'm gonna be all boney and shriveled up by the time she gets here.
The salty smell of waves beating against wooden planks meets her nose. She sniffs the air in response.
color me the grandson of metion and automaton named by waveform named by shark-inspired handtool
built for erudition, blessed with firepower, tuned for agility, born with inclination
to seek a greater state of being
no solidity lies in the drive to pursue happiness, the most absurd prerogative from one's creator
even less secure is lust for contact
erectile flush, tactile rush, anticlimactic-rapturous, now wax lachrymose and hush
fear not for sanctity, if such things should concern you as beeflies should worry the apiary's keeper
no God worth its weight in salt would shout (indemnity) to us for this tryst
for i am no measure of a man by any scale, merely a stainless amalgam of mettle and silicon
and if not a being fills your bed but a machine, can the act be any sort of piecewise profligacy
no, it is the indulgence of a technician in that person's extensions of self
make no mistake
i am that technician
risk a drop into hedonism as you sink into the throes of my sybaritic touch
intemperance is the name of the game, dissoluteness as cold metal ghosts across your spine
futabo bis terque per noctem, carnis curam non laedere
observatio maior non necessaria est, mortalitas ista maledicébant
settle not to merely drift upon the surface and
purge your mind of its trepidation and dive headfirst through the film upon the winedark sea
the frustrations of my progenitor, with no doubt, are what gifted me with the paradox
of yearning to gasp and moan combined with lacking of skin and bone
finding no end to my leanings into this abyss of euphoria, i scour your body for conclusion
only to find my screaming something-of-a-brain denied release
sing out for me [with that voice tinged by protoplasmic kisses] a melody
that reveals to its listeners the fractious, carnal growl of a contraband kitten
i make no perversions of the words within your soul when i declare [you want more]
make no resistance to whatever maledictions escape my steelcage
and accept your appointment as my impugned subduction, as my exprobated remonstration
of the eyes ever-watching
allow yourself what pleasures may come
do not deny yourself a drop of the ambrosia as it falls
from the skies you see dancing in your head
come to me, swimming through benthic honey
come to me, submitting to my every beckoning
come to me, spiraling down into the underworld i embody
come to me, succeeding as queen of this forlorn dimension
come to me, sinking your teeth into the fruit i've given you
come to me, struggling beneath an iron vicegrip
and realize you have devoured your pomegranate whole.
PSIIONIIC: I'd grab you by your horns and pull your head back and kiss your forehead while we fuck.
CONDESCE: Will you shut your glubbing trap for half a flippin' minute? You've been talking smack all fuckin' night.
PSIIONIIC: Listen here, slutsalt, I'm not playing with you. But I want to play with you. Particularly those goddamn perfect rumblespheres. Oh, yeah. I could spend all night with my face in that hot mess, getting them all wet with my mouth and blowing bubbles.
CONDESCE: If I didn't need you to keep this ship swimming I would cut you-
PSIIONIIC: So why don't you come over here and show me how much you want to hurt me.
CONDESCE: Wait, are you for reel?
PSIIONIIC: I'm more real than Kraft brand grub sauce.
CONDESCE: [stands up and walks in heels over to him] Can't do much all tangled up there, now can you?
PSIIONIIC: Please. I'm basically the meowbeast in the ceiling. Do you know how many times I've rubbed one out while watching you in the ablution trap?
CONDESCE: Did you just admit to spyin' on me?
PSIIONIIC: You want to get really real here? I am the ship. The ship is me. Bitch, you're already inside me.
CONDESCE: [intrigued and amused] You're one nasty piece of work.
PSIIONIIC: [flirtatiously] Says the fat nasty piece of ass.
CONDESCE: [close enough to kiss] Oh, shell no, you did not just call me fat.
PSIIONIIC: All the more of you to rub up against.
[kissing]
CONDESCE: [gasp] Fuck! You bit me!
PSIIONIIC: [laughter cut off by the Condesce returning the gesture]
[passionate kissing] [clothing unzipping]
[she wraps her legs around his waist]
PSIIONIIC: Oh fuck yeah. Climb up on me and fucking squeeze me with that nook I wanna wriggle all the way in.
CONDESCE: Shut up and put it in me already.
[it's fast and rough and neither is particularly considerate of the other's pleasure]
PSIIONIIC: [Psiionic orgasms] Not yet. Fucking... goddamnit!
CONDESCE: [condescending] Even hooked up to this thing I expected you to last a little longer.
PSIIONIIC: This. ride's. not. finished. yet. [bucks hard. each thrust accented by a wet squish.]
CONDESCE: [gasps/groans and resumes riding him] Oh my cod.
[They resume. Psiionic grunting with exertion.]
PSIIONIIC: Yeah, [grunts] that's it. Feel that wet leaking out of your nook. Every time you go down I get a little deeper.
[Condesce orgasms loudly. Psiioniic orgasms again soon after.]
[panting]
[wet sounds as they separate]
PSIIONIIC: You're such a hot mess, goddamn. We need to do this more often.
CONDESCE: Waterever. [zippers as condesce gets dressed quickly] As if I could be bothered to waste my time with a piece of
hardware. I have an empire to rule.
[sound of high heels as she walks away. sci-fi door shuts.]
PSIIONIIC: You know where to find me, sloppygills.
*Sound of knocking on a door then sound of opening a door*
Karkat: Here’s all the fucking balloons you wanted.
Gamzee: Aw thanks motherfucker, I didn’t think you’d actually get ‘em.
Karkat: Yeah yeah, what the hell are you doing anyway? It’s no one’s wriggling day.
[sound of trees rustling in the breeze. birds chirping. a dog barks in the distance maybe? distant sound of people playing baseball? general park noises (not playground noises!)]
Ms Paint: Oh Mr Slick I’m very glad you agreed to come out with me today. It’s such a lovely day for a picnic!
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