#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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a lineup of my grubs and their aspects :3

playing around with their heigths and stuff

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

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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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Your name is BIBBIN CEHERD. You're a CALM and HAPPY troll in general. Nothing really gets under your skin, maybe except a certain someone... Anyway! You like ADVENTURE and OBSERVING the life around you, but now that you've sat down, a little thing has caught your attention.

You seem to be interested in that DYING PLANT. You have never seen a more fascinating thing, than the one before you. It looks so dry, crunchy... withering away, without a care in the world. In a way, it calms you down. Oh, looks like you got lost in thought. How curious. What will you do?

> Bibbin: Try to save the plant.

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mah dude frayon is an auspistice

(he sucks)

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le@ve @ l!ke @Nd subscr!be

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Some of my trolls and their lusii (possible changes may occur)

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new troll oc drop, doesnt have a name yet

dont worry aargus is not dead he is just knocked out

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sprites of my fantrolls

theres bibbin and a new one :DDD

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Bibbin: Try to save the plant.

You don't know why you would suddenly want to alter this perfectly fine greenery. Well not greenery, it's not green. This perfectly fine plant. Either way, it's past the point of any help. It's dead.

The thought of your fine shoes brushes past a corner of your think pan, but you quickly dismiss it.

> Bibbin: Eat the plant.

Ohgh yes…. This idea surges into your head and you're overcome with the need to satiate your urges….

> Bibbin: Give in to your urges.

Cronch cronch cronch. Mm it's so fucking tasty. Such a delicacy. You wish you'd discovered it sooner. The refined taste of this treat reminds you of something long ago forgotten....

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> Bibbin: Remember.

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another fantroll uwu

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KUYOLT: fuck you

BIBBIN: no; fuCk you

KUYOLT: fuck the fuck off

KUYOLT: go 8iss yourself somewhere in the corner

BIBBIN: you are a bitCh; and you know it

BIBBIN: if i had met you years ago and knew it was you; i would have made you disappear into oblivion

KUYOLT: oh sto8 youre making me 8lush

KUYOLT: NOT

KUYOLT: your attem8ts at flirting are 8athetic

BIBBIN: oh do not pity me; i know you are inCapable of it;

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they have consumed me. my ocs...................

also, i changed kuyolt's sign

[why is the text editor on computer website broken 😭😭😭]