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66911 No.66911
I guess?

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No.68395
>>68336
This is now my favorite troll/human ship. Thanks for some wicked SWEET.

>>68372
We can never have enough lesbians! A+

No.68399
>>68392
no, i mean that nepeta being a hunter of wild beasts is also probably strong as fuck, but apparently in your story she is too mentally dominated to put it to use to protect herself and that makes it all a little bit sadder :[

No.68403
>>68371

well, I guess if no one else will write it, you should do it for yourself. :P I like a bit of resistance/non-con, but not if one or both will be miserable the whole time.

No.68404
>>68374
See, I've got this way of gauging the disturb-o-meter.
If Katie says it's mildly disturbing, it's more likely that it's INCREDISTURBING.

WHICH THIS IS. BUT THEN, WHAT I'M WRITING ISN'T TOO MUCH FARTHER DOWN THE GAUGE.

No.68408
>>68404
Well now I'm just curious.

No.68409
>>68408
He posted a very good mind control fic up earlier in the thread
>>67707
>>67709
>>67710
It's real awesome shit.

No.68411
>>68409
Haha, thanks Anon. Beard probably saw that though; I guess if he didn't I'd be glad to know his opinion!

Sorry I'm haven't posted any fic all up in about this place, guys. Working on a fic for the /coq/ HS thread.

No.68413
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68413
For terri/hi, who really loves some R. Crumb.

No.68414
>>68413
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 forever

No.68415
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68415
>>68413
OH GOD

No.68416
>>68413A really CURVY Terezi? Loooovely.

No.68419
i havent felt like writing anything in a long ass time but some of these trolls are hitting the right spots, which i guess isnt that surprising since there's like ten of them so far

too bad i write reallt bad!!

No.68421
>>68419

Who cares? Write, dammit!

No.68422
>>68415

All that needs to be said on the matter.

No.68445
>>68421
Agreed. :3

No.68446
>>68413
>Karkat
>Karkat
>Thought process for Kartkat
>TITS.

No.68447
>read latest update
>eye /coq/ from a distance
>ohboyherewego.jpg

No.68448
>>68413
Glorious gray globes!

No.68449
Someone on the forum wrote this. Pretty well done. More sweetfuel than pure porn though.

----------

“Guh how in the cuttlefish raping hell did you convince to come out here at all? It is a waste if your time. More importantly, its a waste of my time.”

“Karkaaat, I can smell your fear. Hehehehe. Don’t be afraid, we only want to play a game. Do you want to play a game?”

Karkat pushed the huffing blind girl away. “I don’t know how you smell anything over that shit stained breath.”
“Uhh, Karkat? Don’t be so mean...” said the weary Tavros.
“Yeah man... Just groove.. You coming out is a -”
“You say it and I’ll paint the ground with that nonsense you all makeup. And your blood.”
“Yummy,” said Terezi.
All of a sudden, the ground started rumbling and all the arguments stopped. A growing mechanical sound filled the air. Through the forest they could see a giant metal ungulate with the head of a certain troll tromped through the tree, crushing all manner of stupid creatures that couldn't get out way, both big and small. The mechanical monstrosity stopped a few feet away and a long tube slammed into the ground from between the back legs. Smoke filled the clearing as broken toothed trolls stepped out.
Karkat coughed and said, “Troll Jegus built a giant wooden dildo and fucked me with it. Oh wait, this is worse.”
“You... Lack proper respect,” said the troll.
“I, uhhh, respect you, CT.” said Tavros carefully. CT stared at his horns before turning away,
“I have... a game for all of use to play. I will put you all... into two teams.”
“There is a big thing behind you bro. Its like a fucking miracle of something something. How does that work maaaannn?”
“This game, “started CT, ignoring the uncouth one, “uses robots I built. They are four legged beasts. Majestic and strong. We ride them...and use these hammers. “he indicated a brown bag that had fallen. We hit the balls, to a goal, and-”
“Is this bone bulge breaker serious?” asked Karkat. “I’m only here to make this horn squeezing fuckbrain to shut his hole slime eating hole. Know what? You can eat my larva remains, I’m going back to something that isn't covered in blue eye shadow like a trollop troll so honry for the enlisted men.”
CT reached out and grabbed the leaving troll’s arm. “You will listen to your betters-”
Pow! he was on the ground, clutching his stomach. Karkat kicked him in the face, breaking his shades. “Screw your caste!” He grabbed CT’s horn and started bending it. “Let’s see you be all snobby without some manhood!”
“uhh, stop-” but before Tavros could wheel over a loud crack! filled the air.
“I didn’t know you cared so much Karkat.” Terezi said, picking up the broken piece. “This tastes like orange.”
CT stood up and brushed himself off. They chouldn’t see through the cracked shades, but everyone there knew brown streaks were coming off the corners of his eyes. He walked back to the tube, ignoring the long brown bad, and went up the elevator, still hearing Karkat’s insults and the blind girl’s laughter.
No none knew his hive had exploded in an experiment gone wrong, leaving only this giant machine. This was his only place to live, his home. The recuperacoon had gone up in flames as well, and he didn’t sleep anymore. Just pass out, hearing the voices get louder on each awakening.
Trollian was blaring. It was Ag.
“gC said you got 8eat doooooooown!”
“Playing with lower gru8bs?”
“How did you ever get to 8e 8lue 8lood in the first place?”
“hahahahahahahaha you are a disgrace!”

This was nothing. Nothing.
He felt a patting on his shoulder. His lusus was holding a bow and arrow it had made. Yes... This would help.
On top of his mobile home was several bales of dried grass and leaves tied together, covered with paper with targets on them. The paper was clean, no holes, never changed, never hit by any arrow.
He prepared to take a shot, setting the arrow into the string as he pulled back. CT’s hands started with get slick with sweat. Just line up the shot, just see the target and-
Snap! The bowstring broke and the arrow went wild, cutting deep into his arm. Stupid lusus, using such terrible material! Its fault he never hit the target. Lusus fault. Always. Noble blood flowed onto the floor, staining it. It was next to other stains all across the roof of his mechanical ride. Mocking him. Constantly mocking him. Reminding him of his failure.
As CT grabbed his wound, his lusus trotted up. Yes, it would help him inside, bandage the wound. Of course it would. It was a majestic beast. But no. Instead it leaned over and licked up the thick viscous fluid flowing from it’s wards arm. No, this wasn't right! In anger, the troll kicked the custodian away. But the kick was to hard. To hard. The lusus scrambled with its hoofs but to no avail. It fell, screaming a wordless scream. It was a fatal fall. CT knew it was fatal.
Fatal. Fatal. Useless. Pointless. These words ran through his head. Why even bother? Why? Gushy tears flowed freely. Blue bloods don’t cry. They couldn’t cry. But he couldn’t stop. What was the point? Lower grubs hated him. He lusus hated him. High born hated him. His own hive burned down because he couldn't do anything right. It must have hated him too. His horn was broken. Broken by the lowest of the low. It would get infected soon. Painfully.
He look to the edge. Scratch marks covered the side where his Lusus jumped. Why not? He walked over. Why not? No one would notice. They didn’t even know his name.
One step. One. Step. Just one then-
“Purrr?”
He stopped. Looked behind himself. There at the hatch. Bright yellow eyes, the cute hat. But where was the bright smile? The one that could make the eternal night look like day? She must smile. She must have that smile.
A step. But a step back, away from the edge. He fell to his knees, no longer able to hold himself.
And cried. Cried.
Warm arms surrounded him. “Its ok” a gentle voice said. “I’m here. We will be ok.” CT felt warm liquid on the back of his neck. “Just never leave me, ok?”
He reached out and held her. The sun was coming out.

No.68451
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68451
man CT/Nepeta needs more love

No.68459
You aren't entirely sure whether that's possible.
---

I dropped this in the Romart thread, since it seemed a little more relevant there, and at first glance has no direct bearing on my other string of fictions. However, it underwent two different 'rewritings' in the act of creating it; originally it was going to be Karkat watching a sappy romance flick (which is why Terezi noted he smelled 'delighted' with something) and when she reached the door my brain went "Hey, stupid, you could make this a bit of slash-y sexiness", and I was fully prepared for that when my Prankster's Xanatos kicked in and I wound up making it utterly harmless for the clean-minded. HOWEVER, it's directly connected to some ACTUAL smut that I'll be writing at some point today (or tomorrow, something like that), thus I'm dropping it here, for contextual structure. I left the bit about Karkat being entertained by the matter in because the idea that Terezi would be able to pick up on the bits of his mood that he can otherwise bury under HEAPS AND HEAPS OF BURNING ANGER makes me giggle like a schoolchild.

---

Non-Scents and Sensibilities
---

Click.
Click-click.
"Bored."
Click-click-click.
"Boooooooooooooooored."
Click-click-click-THWACK.
"Mm, I wonder if Karkat's done messing with John?" A nose delicately tested the air for a familiar scent-- impotent anger and something altogether gray with a tinge of-- delight? That seemed a little strange. What in the veil would entertain Karkat? Save watching someone he hated burst into flames, of course. Curious, Terezi ceased beating the end of her cane against the wall in the corridor leading to the trolls' personal quarters, pulling herself to her feet and following the faint scent down the hallway. A few brief recursions to make certain she wasn't following an older trail (it was getting harder to do in the past several days, what with the others not having anywhere to go; their scents were beginning to overlap with one another a little) she found her way to Karkat's door, pausing to draw a deep breath at the gray Cancer symbol painted on the door.

Her nostrils caught a whiff of something a little different, however, and a small smile slipped onto her face. "Oh-ho..." She uttered a sultry giggle under her breath.
Pressing an ear to the door, Terezi thought she could hear muffled voices within; a grin sprouted from one ear to the other at what she heard.

"Axphth, dammit, how the hell do you stand this shit?"
"I do thiiss all the tiime, Kay-Kay. You wanted thiiss, sso you have two put up with iit. Iit'll help loossten thiingss up."
"Watch it! You almost got me in the eye!"
"Iif you would be sso kiind ass two SSIIT SSTIILL, Ii wouldn't be sso nervouss about thiiss."
"Oh for fucks sake, you're screwing it all up. Look, see? Now it's all... fucking funny looking."
"Would you get off my bulge about iit? Sseriioussly, Kay-Kay, Ii'm ssurpriissed you diidn't assk one of the giirlss for thiiss." A pause. "...vut iif you're goiing dew be a jerkath aboud iid, Ii'n nod goiig dew."
"Alright, alright, fine. Just... be more careful, ok?"
"Ii'll be ath gendle ath a kiidden. Ffthee? Iid'th fiiddiing iin jutht fiine."

Always opportunistic in her surprise encounters, Terezi chose that point to swing open Karkat's door wide, taking a deep breath as she did so. "So what's going on in heeere?"

Karkat was seated in a computer chair set at its' lowest setting, his shirt crumpled on the floor a short distance away. Also shirtless, his glasses half-down the bridge of his nose, Sollux sat straddling Karkat's lap... with a comb clutched between his teeth and a pair of scissors in hand The whole scenario bore a rather cloying odor that Terezi couldn't quite place, but a few brief tests of the air brought the presence of several small snippets of hair on the floor, and a bottle of spray-detangler resting on the table behind them. Karkat had a deer-in-headlights look on his face; Sollux was harder to read, between the glasses and the comb keeping any expression hidden on his face. Terezi frowned mightily. "Oh." Her displeasure was almost palpable.

"W-whadda you want?" Karkat was more than a little flustered at the matter, but deep down he had hoped to at the very least make himself a little less... ratty-looking. Sollux was the only one he trusted anywhere near his head with scissors.

The bichromatic troll, to his credit, seemed to be relatively undisturbed by the interruption, and solemnly directed Karkat's face back toward him, before reacquiring the comb from his mouth and beginning to work another batch of tangles out. "Eyess front, Kay-Kay. Ii'd liike two get thiiss done wiith ssooner rather than later." Rather flatly, Karkat glared at Terezi with one eye, even though he knew it didn't mean a damn thing to the blind girl. "Either say your piece or get the fuck out, Terezi." He couldn't exactly throw a fit at her with Sollux sitting in his lap like that.

Repressing the urge to giggle uncontrollably, Terezi folded her hands behind her. "I guess you're done bothering John, then, hm?" The mirth was still audible in her words.

"No shit, I was done half an hour ago. Last I saw some nutjob from his game sent him riding on a rocket through the veil and goddammit watch the horns!" Sollux's scissors tapped lightly against one of Karkat's stubbed horns. A Terezi-like grin planted itself on his face for a moment and he tapped the horn again. "Ssorry, iit'ss sso hard two ssee them, sso Ii miight bump them oncse and a whiile." Another snippet dropped a small cluster of hair onto Karkat's nose, and he snorted angrily. "Just watch it."

Terezi giggled to herself and stepped out. "I'll leave you two to your fun, then." Before the door shut, she thought she caught the sound of Karkat yelling a threat, but the noise of the creaking door drowned it out as she tip-tapped her way back down the hallway.

"Why the hell are you sitting in my lap like this, anyway?"
"...what, you couldn't fiigure that out, Kay-kay?"
"...oh... uh... well... I... SHUT UP."

No.68460
>>68336
...I like this!
The world needs more TerezixJohn stuff!

(I hope you'll do more of this, in the future. :))

No.68461
haha ct has submission fantasies

and also really likes kitties :33

No.68463
And so, since I have a little time, the continuation of Non-Scents and Sensibilities! I swear I'm leading up to some actual smut with this. At least now you'll be able to tell where I'm headed with it. (Maybe.) Now featuring CT! (But not in the way some of you are hoping.)
---
Flavors, part 1
---
Terezi chuckled to herself as she tapped her way down the hallway from the resting areas. Considering how often Sollux and Karkat seemed to wind up all over each other, she found it hard to believe ol' two-tongues wasn't using the haircut as an excuse to give himself an aneurism trying to resist the urge to lick Karkat all over like a popsicle. She would've been saddened by the fact that she couldn't see the scene she had just borne sightless witness to, but the cornucopoea of scents that cascaded from Karkat due to the combined effects of a Sollux in his lap and Terezi being privy to their secret stylings was a banquet in and of itself.

Finding her way to the main hall, where the other computers were set up, Terezi tracked down her own computer monitor, adorned with various bright and powerful scents (thanks to Gamzee alchemizing a massive set of scented markers in one of his not-entirely-off-his-rocker moments). Taking note that she was the only one in the room, Terezi woke her monitor from standby and began searching the cold, licorice void for signs of John. It wasn't long until an acrid smoke trail burnt itself into her senses, and she followed it to... a gate. Great, so she was going to have to take a shot in the dark to find him. But wait, there was something odd about the trail... she figured it out pretty quick: something had redirected him, the smoke clustering thicker at a 'joint' in the trail where it took an abrupt right-angle turn.

Frowning, she called up a trollian log she had saved a short while ago, before Karkat started messing with John. This close to the Rift, they couldn't really pull their punches. They'd lose contact with the humans soon enough.

---
GC: H3Y SOLLUX
GC: GOT 4 MOM3NT?
GC: 1 N33D TO KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW G4T3S THROUGH T1M3.
TA: what?
TA: why?
GC: 1 W4S TROLL1NG ON3 OF TH3 HUM4NS 4ND H3 TOOK 4 D1FF3R3NT SHORTCUT TH4N 1 3XP3CT3D.
TA: oh. that'2 all. iit'2 ea2y. cliick the gate and hiit F2.
TA: ii2 that all you wanted?
TA: or ii2 there 2omethiing el2e?
GC: TH4NK YOUUU!!!
GC: 1LL PUT 1N 4 GOOD WORD FOR YOU W1TH K4RK4T.
GC: 1 KNOW HOW YOU W4NT SO B4DLY TO G3T 1N H1S P4NTS.
TA: oh for fuck2 2ake.
TA: ii make one 2liip of the tongue2 and everyone ha2 two me22 wiith me about it.
TA: ii told you, ii don't like karkat that way.
GC: H3H3H3H3H3
GC: DONT L13.
TA: look, he'2 biitching at me about 2omethiing he want2 to a2k me about.
TA: ii gotta go, he 2ay2 iit'2 pretty iimportant.
GC: H3H, 4LR1GHT, BY3.
TA: iif you have any other computer problem2, a2k vrii2ka. 2he could u2e a liittle companiion2hiip after what happened the other day.
---

A quick click and a sniff to locate the pink-scented key in question, and Terezi's monitor flipped to... another view of the Veil. "Well, that doesn't do me any good..." she grumbled, and zoomed out. Something seemed off about Skaia all of a sudden. Like it was... more detailed. Frowning, she directed the view to Prospit, and ran her tongue across the monitor.
One... two... three... four...! "Six towers...!" Quickly flitting the view window aside, she zoomed across the Incipisphere in an instant, and Derse swung into view with absolute ease, five standing towers and one shattered wreck conspicuous grape against the licorice. "That doesn't make any sense..." the camera view swung again, this time to the Veil; and sure enough, situated there on one of the asteroids, she could taste the rainbow-colored abandoned pawn-factory that served as their home base, and a small fiery speck of orange with a disturbingly inactive lime smudge next to it. "He's here!" She almost knocked over her chair in a hurry to get out of it. "Something brought him here!" A blend of surprise, delight, and a twinge of fear coursed through her mind as she practically bolted down the hallway, staff held out before her like a jousting lance, lungs straining as she took massive breaths and released them again, the blank slate of the world briefly flashing with scented color as she sought the airlock--
WHUMP.

"ANGH!" The noise that escaped her clamped hand was rather undignified. Someone had stood an immensely strong wall in her way, and she was entirely convinced she may have damaged her delicate nose on it.

"What in the name of all that is and ever was are you of all people running down a hallway? There is no excuse for such loodicrous behavior!"

There was no mistaking the pompous tone. It made more sense that it was the freak of nature and not a wall. A wall would've given a little at that speed.

Sniffing derisively, Terezi straightened her glasses, and felt along her cane. Luckily, it had reacted as expected, folding into its' whip state on impact. A quick flick of her wrist, and it was stiffened again. "You are going to help me, Equius. Come on." She grabbed his arm and walked past him, attempting to pull him along; all she succeeded in doing was unbalancing herself when he predictably refused to budge. "And what makes you think you have the right to boss me around, gutterwench?" Not one for subtleties, Terezi whipped about and planted the end of her cane betwixt Equius' legs, grinning darkly at the pseudo-squawk that followed. "Because I am a girl and you are going to be a nice guy and I need someone who loves being STRONG." She twisted the cane slightly, and felt a shuddering vibration run through it, accompanied by a half-whimper from the muscleman. It almost disgusted her how easily his buttons could be pushed. She would've avoided dealing with him, but after that run-in her sniffer was going to take a bit to be able to pick out scents other than sweat, blood, and pain. At least this way she'd have someone handy that could carry John if he was incapacitated.

"I-I suppose I could excuse a little... haughtiness under the circumstances," Equius consented. "I am your humble servant for the time being." Terezi nodded, and removed the cane from its' hardening perch, leaping up and deftly situating herself on his back, her legs wrapped around his waist. With an audible THWACK on his backside with the cane, she pointed ahead. "To the entrance of our castle, noble steed!" she cackled. With a whimper that might've almost been mistaken for a whinny, Equius took off at a dead sprint.

Terezi only hoped that John could breathe in the Insipisphere like the Trolls could.

No.68465
>Mother grub porn is big on Alternia.

>Can you honestly say you wouldn't top off a filial pail for that smokin hot virgin mother grub??

Should not want, and yet...

No.68466
>>68465
...all I can see in my head is a picture of two or three of the guys directing spooge (naturally, colored to match) into one pail and Terezi viewed from the back, toes visibly curled, sitting on an upright pail and two pails next to her filled to overflowing with an unidetifiable slurry in her 'color'.

Perhaps one of the guys staring in disbelief.

*facedesk* Why does my brain have to be so descriptive when I lack drawing skills. I'm half tempted to blow some cash on a Bamboo pen tablet when I next have some disposable income just so I can train myself to draw and get these things out of my head in a manner other than words.

No.68467
>>68466
trolls can fill entire pails? goddamn i am impressed

No.68468
>>68466
>Terezi viewed from the back, toes visibly curled, sitting on an upright pail and two pails next to her filled to overflowing with an unidetifiable slurry in her 'color'.

b-but isn't her color... red? D:

No.68470
>>68468
Yeah, I like the idea but that the colors work well for blood and not so much other bodily fluids.

No.68471
>>68468
Oh dear god no.
Her TEXT COLOR. TEXT AND BLOOD COLOR.
THE BLUEGREEN.
AUGH.
*bangs head on desk repeatedly* BAD BRAIN. BAD.
>>68467
>thatsthejoke.jpeg
>>68470
Meh. *shrug* I know not how my brain works, only that it does what it does.

Although the idea of their bodily fluids being the same color as their blood brings disturbing implications.

No.68473
On reflection, such matters may be the reason I am a smithy of words and not colors.

At the very least, the inner eye can be cleansed of failed concepts with thoughts of other things. The physical eye, on the other hand...

...also I hate my N key. NNNNnnnnnnNNNNnNNnNnNnNn. I got the one keyboard in the world that has a schizophrenic N key.

No.68474
>>68473
Maybe you could try I and V back-to-back really fast.

I'm definitely on board the squirting train though. Yup.

No.68475
>>68474
That souivs like a good idea. IVow I just have to remember to do that from ivow oiv.

...hm. Maybe oive of the two remaiiving trolls will type like this.

No.68476
>>68459
>>68463

This, and its prequel are fantastic. Just a touch of that ol' Karkat/Sollux, and I like the attention to how Terezi navigates her environment, using both cane and smell.

Of -course- she's the only one who could talk Equius into serving as her noble steed. I laughed and laughed at that. Although, judging by text colours, she's at the top of the middle-class rung.

No.68478
>>68476
I actually vaguely considered worrying myself over finding where on the scale she was, class-wise.

Then I figured since she was known to associate with the lowborn (having been an avid Flarper with Aradia and Tavros, among others) and due to her being a shade closer to not-quite-highborn, I just said 'screw it' and went with that.

Honestly, I want to like Equius. All the features are there for me to like him. At the same time, something about him rubs me the wrong way. It's likely just the whole 'adherence to caste system' thing in general, I guess. He seems to be rather the 'jerkass with a heart of gold' character.

A little rough around the edges...
(bluh bluh you get where I'm going with that)

I'll probably produce Flavors part 2 later today. Assuming I can keep my mind on one subject for more than five minutes.

No.68480
Oh god are we autosaging already.

These threads must have the worst post to image ratio in the history of /pco/. That's okay though.

No.68483
>>68480
What? Seriously, image post limit already? Damn!

Guess I'll pack up my 'fics for the next thread then.

No.68484
>>68483
Well, we didn't hit the image limit, just the post limit. Either way, yes the thread is sinking. :0

No.68486
Huh.

Methinks another venue, wherein such limitations are not in place, would be in order?

Not that I'm one to know much about such things.

No.68487
I guess I could be less damn chatty.

No.68488
B-but but but
but WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

Although I can understand issues with post limits based on the simple fact that, by their very nature, they discourage loads of text statements, and this is an IMAGE board. Technically, you wouldn't come to an imageboard for conversation. However, the convenience of not having to host your smut, but rather being able to just go *shplork* 'Tada, sex!' and be done with it, is the major draw.

What, then, is there to do, save find a source or place that allows such matters, without such draconian matters as 'post-limit'?

I'll be on the hunt for one. It'll be like Nepeta trying to track down something big and strong to take down.

Except entirely not, because I'm not a cute and/or sexy troll, nor a girl, nor do I bear possession of any sort of hoodie-suit of anthropomorphic inclination.

And for some reason when I glanced at the Aradia pic in the OP just now it looked like she was a penis-unicorn.

Perhaps forgoing sleep for the better part of last night was an unwise decision.
Ah, well.

No.68491
At the moment, I'm taking into consideration the idea of constructing a little board at imageboard4free. Beyond anything else, since it would be a relatively dedicated board (not like we need all that much, really-- We could subdivide the hell out of it, or we could stick to just the basic three-- M/M, F/F, M/F-- and leave it at that) since the board would be essentially dedicated to MSPA stuff, I'm predicting there won't be a glut of pictures to such a degree that bump limits would come into play, unless people started, like, throwing threads up every five minutes for pictures.

I'm still relatively pensive about this, however, because while I'm entirely all for the idea of not having to worry about this stuff disappearing into the aether if those not interested in it got really excited about something, I don't wanna risk the site going the way of the dodo if my INCREDIBLY HECTIC LIFESTYLE (yaright) became an issue.

Plus due to my shitty economic standing, I'm still under my mother's roof, and her 'internet off at 1 AM' rule annoys the piss out of me and would make it far too easy for anyone intent on hijacking or trolling the boards to come rolling in if there weren't plenty of others handy with a banhammer.

So: thoughts?

No.68492
My thought is that you're being super-fuckin-duper melodramatic and we will just make another thread.

No.68496
It'd be nice if Plus4chan had any kind of discussions boards; that seems like the best place for this kind of thing.

That or the Homesmut LJ Community. I already posted one of my fics there.

No.68497
>>68492
Geesh. Moody much? Chill pill, seriously. If this is melodramatic, I'd hate to see what SRS BSNS is to you. I'm just looking for a way to not have to hunt shit down if it's not necessary.

Well, whatever. New thread works just fine.

No.68500
>>68497
I won't say anything about supposed melodrama, but your response was a tad touchy.

We're all just here for fun times and smut, no need for anyone's feathers to get ruffled.

No.68503
>>68496
Homesmut is good. Maybe we should try and get /pco/ and /coq/ people to repost their stuff there, officially.

No.68509
Didn't whoever run this place say he was seriously considering an /mspa/? The /co/ threads regularly autosage within two days and we've been through two porn boards, here and on /coq/.

No.68564
>>68413

dat post number

No.68567
https://plus4chan.org/boards/pco/res/68507.html

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