fucked up evil bunny (not clickbait)

Nothing makes Bunny Girl feel good like Show that the electric potential V at a point is equal to the average of the potential V(r) over a spherical surface of radius R centered at that point under the assumption that all charge lies outside the sphere (that is, there is no charge inside the sphere)

🚨🚨‼️‼️ WARNING!!! WARNING!!!

THE ABOVE POST IS A JOKE THAT SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AS A REFLECTION OF THE AUTHOR’S VIEWS OF ANY OF THE THEMES PRESENTED IN WARHOUND OR ITS RELATED WORKS

WARNING!!! WARNING!!! ‼️‼️🚨🚨

yeah yeah sartha thrace was kidnapped and brainwashed and raped and turned into the prototype model for a fascistic army owned by the world’s most evil and pathetic people. but i have to do intermediate electrodynamics and that’s worse i think

AND that this will be publicized

doesn’t even have to be killing… just doing evil acts to me, and completely erasing any autonomy or choice i could have in it,,,

more generally, the idea of discovering that a bunch of people are talking about me behind my back with the universal agreement that a. one of them is going to kill me, and b. it will be a very good, normal thing, and that i will have no say over either of these facts, is,,,, houhhggh,,,

Yes I get eaten by them and they are not careful or nice but I promise we are friends

(me for 7 years voice) it’s, like, normal to obsessively worry all the time that you’re actually no better than your assaulter if you think it’s a little hot when bad or taboo things happen to cute people, right? it’s probably. fine. everyone feels this way.

well. no, i wouldn't really describe myself as a "dumb, slutty little rapebait preything", and, i don't really think that kind of language is appropriate, but if you. uhm. if you really think that about me, then,

the thing is, i’m really *not* slutty. i mean, i’d say i dress pretty modestly. so it’s not even a matter of preference, it’s just objectiv-

wh- uhm, this is actually one of my nicer sweaters, so. i’d appreciate it if yous top pullingonit pl-

wh. hhey guys? why would you say these things. why would you- i tthought we were supposed to be friends.?

accidentally killing a girl before you can cum is a kind of self-inflicted cucking, if you think about it. so really, you’re the pathetic one, not me,

taking a sweet, nice girl. making friends with her. getting her to open up. to trust you. breaking down those self-imposed walls just a bit, not fully, no one can ever really do that for her. but just enough to get her to talk to you about all those awful, disgusting, lecherous, beautiful things

it Is kind of funny that the kinks i feel the most uncomfortable expressing are also, like, almost certainly far more common than the stuff i talk about on my main. but i think it’s easier to engage with that stuff because it’s generally so distant from reality that it doesn’t feel Bad

mods, turn that boy into a pathetic little pleasure-addicted princess

siscon…………..

Arm-Armor if you will

Pornographic art of Catwoman, from DC Comics, and the artist's self-insert. The top left doodle depicts the self-insert attempting to arrest Catwoman, who is carrying a bag of money and brandishing her claws. The rest of the art depicts the self-insert being bent over, having their suit torn open at the ass by Catwoman's claws, and then being strangled with Catwoman's whip while being fucked with a barbed strap-on.

there's only so many ways i can say that i drew self-insert dubcon

Pornographic art of Human Domestication Guide. An Affini holds up a struggling human by a vine, saying 'Look at this, my sweet floret. We've found your little sister!'. The human protests 'WHAT DID YOU *DO* TO HER? FREE TERRA!! FREE MANKIND!!'. A pink-haired human girl cheers, excited to reunited with her sibling. The next pose depicts the two of them passionately making out. The struggling human looks more relaxed, dazed, and sports longer hair.

cw for siscon. hdg has fully gripped my brain im not sorry

i tthink i hauve covid,

lrp: hhhholy shit, oh. my fucking godddddddddssd

Elektra is tied to a chair, wearing panties and a green sports bra. Her muzzle is hanging around her neck and blood drips down her face. Sophie stands over her, holding her by her hair, with one boot up on Elektra's thighs.

Another photo from the same set. Cropped in tighter, with Sophie's hair brushed to the side. Sophie eye reveal!

CW: Blood, firearms, torture

It's been too long since I've had a good excuse to break something.

her in all the ways she guiltily told you she dreams about. her tears will dry eventually, which is almost a shame, because she looks so much prettier when her face is shiny and full with them. but really, she should be thanking you.

didn’t she say she wanted this?

hear, anyway.

there’s a certain beauty in just the simple act of hoarding that knowledge, these things that she builds her life around disguising. it’s the truest sort of intimacy.

of course, that intimacy and trust makes it all the more delectable when you pin her down and force yourself onto

that she thinks and feels. the things that make her wish she could take a knife and carve out her own brain so she wouldn’t have to feel them anymore. telling her that it’s okay. that it’s just you two. that you certainly have no room to judge her depraved fantasies, and besides, no one is going to

taking a sweet, nice girl. making friends with her. getting her to open up. to trust you. breaking down those self-imposed walls just a bit, not fully, no one can ever really do that for her. but just enough to get her to talk to you about all those awful, disgusting, lecherous, beautiful things

Maybe the data is back, maybe it will disappear again. Anyway, our faith is broken, the filesystem and drives are scrap.

This is why we need to turn girls into Machines. This is why a Machine needs a soul.

Because girls are afraid to disappoint us.

Because violent threats actually work on them.

traumatizing your friends is so romantic. ruining something they love so they forever associate it with a horrible memory, with you?

they'll hear their formerly favorite song and get hit with nausea, panic, anxiety. it's such a cute look on them! good luck breaking down in public, it's adorable. 💕

hey can. can someone . hey. hey guys. does anyone uh. does anyone wanna. y’know. guys. hey guys. anyone wanna uh. would anyo

// NTR, snuff

fall obsessively in love with someone
⬇️
ruthlessly fuck them in front of their existing loved ones
⬇️
kill your object of affection in an act of passion (/accident?)
⬇️
take advantage of their grieving partner's trauma and isolation to gain their trust
🔁