#bibbin ceherd

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Here's bibbin with their hair up. }8D

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touch starvation is a motherfucker

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ewwwwww

Kinda fucked up with the hand. I should've drawn them like theyre fighting. Meh.

bleurgh

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> Be someone else, a bit in the future.

You stand in your respiteblock.

You're kind of busy at the moment, but you guess you can find time to entertain a fellow viewer.

> Introduce yourself.

Your name is ULNAVA POKTEO and you're an INFLUENCER. You like to blog about everything you do. You also fucking love TROLLING your friends. It's like you're a god or something. Damn you're good. Usually you spend your time RECORDING GAMEPLAYS.

But well, you tend to be a bit SELF-DESTRUCTIVE at times. That never stopped you at being your MOST AWESOMEST SELF though. And also, people on the internet love that. So there's that.

Your trolltag is zestyGrievance and you ARE S() FUCK!nG C()()L WHEn Y()U 7ALK !7S LIKE Y()U FUCK!nG RULE ()R S()mE7H!NG buT y0u 4lss0 kinnd of h4Te y0ursself whenn 0Ther pe0ple 4re c00ler Th4nn y0u g0d y0u wissh y0u c0uld diss4ppe4r whenn Th4T h4ppennss

Anyhow. It's time to spread mischief...

> Ulnava: spread mischief.

You're gonna so fucking win at this one. You have a game prepared. You found it in the trash in some highblood neighbourhood. It looks like shit and like it could make your life miserable.

A perfect gift to your friends.

It would be so fucking funny if you convinced anyone to play this garbage.

> Ulnava: troll around.

> Ulnava: step back.

Stupid fucking bitch. What the fuck was that.

You need a breather. Your hands are trembling.

> oh my god that is literally me. anyway the next course of action is drugs

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future me, hello: wait i just realized this is davekat on the meteor (relationship dynamic). damn.

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a lineup of my grubs and their aspects :3

playing around with their heigths and stuff

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mah dude frayon is an auspistice

(he sucks)

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Bibbin: Remember.

Holy fuck this is so disgusting. Why did you do that.

> As the painful taste of that gogawful thing stings your tongue...

The memory of your scythe left in a dangerous way, at your hive, flashes into your think pan. It's dangerous because it's a trap. Oh, have you mentioned you like TRAPS? You set up traps. Shit, now is not the time to get distracted by silly introductory bits. You have got to do something or your lusus might get seriously injured!

> Bibbin: hurry hivewards.

And while you hurry off, it's time to be someone else.

> Be someone else, a bit in the future.

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