#/trampler

[random-racehorses]

Random Real Thoroughbred: TRAMPLER

TRAMPLER is a brown horse born in Great Britain in 1977. By BUSTINO out of CHIEFTAIN GIRL. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/trampler

[the-astral-express-archive]

Honkai: Star Rail | Transparent Enemy Portraits: Antimatter Legion

Voidranger: Trampler

[mr-jaybird]

miniature of the day: trampler!

[tare-otome]

Yellowstone.

I really miss seeing some machines from HZD while playing HFW, like the Tramplers. Loved watching the chaos of their aggression. The trembling earth, the fire!...unless i was too close lol. It was epic. But much like buffalo, i guess certain machines only exist in certain regions.

[singingkestrel]

Horizon Zero Dawn machines 14/?

Trampler showdown.

[bluejaybytes]

Like a completely normal and mentally well person, I beat HZD on Ultra Hard difficulty in around ~16 hours. I died 6 total times. I am Mentally Eel

[andysmuse]

Roxy fest 2024.

Roxy fest 2024. Roxy fest 2024. Time tables: Saturday: 13.30u: shapeshifted 15.00u: Promise Down 16.30u: Like B4 18.00u: Derek and the dirt 19.30u: Breakfast at midnight 21.00u: the guns ‘n roses experience 23.00u: Kissterious Sunday: 13.30u: Muziekacademie Herentals 15.00u: The Roxy band 16.30u: Little finger 18.30u: The tramplers 20.00u: Mother Mercury Saturday, June 15. Around…

[mosaic-broken-hearts17]

why are there TWO THUNDERJAWS in ONE area 😭😭

[gentlyrowan]

Trampler spotted outside Devil's Grief?

A bison walks in front of the Denver skyline at Rocky Mountain Arsenal National Wildlife Refuge in Commerce City, Colorado, a true combination of Colorado’s prairie, wildlife, urban life and mountains.

Photographer: Dawn Wilson

[thunderjaw-s-world]

Tue_Jan_3

[snowpuff]

Found myself looking down through a list of machines in Horizon Zero Dawn, and I cannot for the life of me remember Tramplers. I 100% the game and these machines do not look or sound familiar at all, but it must be impossible to play through the whole game without seeing one. I'm losing my mind

[jellyfish-on-the-staircase]

Warp Trotters are very suspicious creatures in Honkai Star Rail.

Description :

"An interdimensional creature lost in the stars. Docile in nature. Sweet in taste. Inedible. Spends most of its life feeding and fleeing. Travelers who encounter these creatures see them as good omens."

Trotters are described as "interdimensional creatures" and "trans-latitudinal organisms". They are lost creatures that are always scared and try to flee when facing a fight. They can teleport by murmuring equations related to black holes like the Schwarzschild radius. They can basically move between dimensions.

In the Interstellar Travel (phenomenon) entry, it's stated that only beings that can manipulate the Imaginary Tree's energy such as Aeons or Emanators can travel through space. What the Trotters do is no ordinary feat.

Normal (golden) Warp Trotters have physical, quantum and imaginary weakness.

Don't you think it's weird that Trotters are literally everywhere, even in dreams (Penacony) ? Trotters can travel to the Memory Zone without using a Dreampool. In the Radiant Feldspar, some Trotters have been attracted to the floral scent of the swimming pool.

Even weirder, there is a Trotter in A Child's Dream, a realm created by Mikhail's memories.

In the Where Are You, Mystery Trotter mini-event, Trotters can shapeshift into inanimate objects like vending machines, but they can also disguise themselves as humans and imitate human speech to a certain extent. (Although they don't seem to understand it, the Trotter in the event was just repeating the same things over and over again)

Acheron is an Emanator of Nihility and her technique literally one-shots enemies in the overworld, except Elites and Trotters. Trotters > Acheron

In the Simulated Universe, Trotters have special abilities related to the Abundance, Preservation or Destruction. This could imply that Trotters can become Pathstriders or, since the power of the Aeons stems from Imaginary energy, that they borrow the energy as well.

The Trotter in the Aetherium Wars (Pokemon event) is an unique Aether Spirit with a mind of their own.

If you interact with the Trotter in the Astral Express as Hanu, this shows up :

If Trotters are lost, what are they looking for ? Their home ? What are Trotters ?

My theory is that Trotters are either Leviathans or their descendants. (like how chickens are descendants of dinosaurs)

Leviathans are ancient lifeforms that were in the Galaxy before the Aeons were born. It's possible that they could have Aeon-like abilities. Most of them have been wiped out by the Dusk Wars and their corpses are used by the Antimatter Legion to create Tramplers and the Doomsday Beast. There aren't any known Leviathans except Oroboros who is both an Aeon and a Leviathan.

After the Dusk Wars, the Trotters (the Leviathans' legacy) have been forced to wander across the universe. They are trying to find the Leviathans' homeworld, unaware if it has been destroyed or not.

A controversial theory in the Species of the Galaxy : Wubbaboo readable explains that remnants of the Leviathans became Astral Spirits (Heliobi). It suggests that they could have taken another form.

Trotter are the only enemies (excluding the Trashcans) that drop Stellar Jades when defeated.

"A fleeting gleam", "Catch it before it's gone"

The Oneiric Shard can be exchanged to Stellar Jades. The description coincidentally mentions Leviathans.

In that case, it's easy to make an association between Trotters and Leviathan.

In the Planar Infinity event (where the geniuses mess with the SU), Stephen Lloyd tries to attract Leviathans by using the Shattered Star Bait and ended up attracting Trotters. If the theory is correct, Stephen has unknowingly succeeded.

Note how Leviathans are attracted by an "unique aroma of cosmic dust"

What about Numby ?

Numby is a smart Trotter that can write mails and do actuarial sciences. Could every Trotter do the same ? If not, could Numby be special (like a Trotter King) ? How has Topaz tamed a Trotter if they always try to escape ? Topaz and Numby might be the Xiangling and Guoba of HSR

[gunsandspaceships]

Difference between Tony and Thor: Sakaar

In this post we found out that Tony and Thor are the nicest guys in the OG6, with 50 points difference between them. What do these 50 points mean? How does this affect their behavior? Well, Marvel gave us a good example: Sakaar.

In Thor: Ragnarok Thor ends up on this planet and tries to get out of the Grandmaster's captivity. Tony’s copy from the MCU (branched from 2012) gets there in What If? season 2 episode 4 and becomes a confined “guest” of the same guy.

Here I will focus on three actions that they both did/didn’t do in their respective films/series: 1) Reaction to the Grandmaster’s entertainment; 2) electro/neuroshocking Loki and Gamora; 3) liberation of the people of Sakaar.

Reaction to the Grandmaster’s entertainment:

Thor: doesn’t care much. Showed no negative reaction to what he saw. Interested in defeating the Grandmaster’s Arena Champion. Not interested in helping other “prisoners with jobs”.

Tony: was shocked by the Grandmaster’s bloody Grand Prix. Rushed to save Korg from Snuffy. Was sincerely interested in how the Grandmaster took his position of power and what happened to the people under his rule.

Electro/neuroshocking Loki and Gamora:

Thor: charged Loki with a taser/nerve trampler set to the maximum level and left him like that.

Tony: was going to do the same with Gamora, who tried to kill him, but changed his mind, leaving her unharmed.

Liberation of the people of Sakaar:

Thor: his only goal was to leave this place and return to Asgard. Refused to join Korg's "revolution". Acknowledged that “This is a terrible, awful place” and that enslaving people is wrong, but showed no interest in helping those enslaved, who die for the Grandmaster's amusement, or the people of Sakaar living in poverty and hunger. Started a "revolution" only to distract the Grandmaster from stealing his ship and escaping through the Devil's Anus. Left Sakaar without making sure that the people were okay.

Tony: “Always leave a place better than you found it”. Had a main goal to get back home too, at first. But added himself side quests after he saw what the Grandmaster was doing to the people of Sakaar. Was not trying to just escape from the place. Started the revolution with Korg and Val, without involving other people, to not endanger them. Defeated the Grandmaster and left Sakaar in the hands of Valkyrie and Korg. Along the way rehabilitated Gamora and, with her help, killed Thanos, saving the Universe. Just like that.

[quiche-draws]

Updated "A Spirit's Flight" recently with Chapters 3 and 4 (which you can find on my AO3 link in my pinned post!)

Here you have a bunch of little spirits that only Beta can see! You have this AU's version of the Burrower, Watcher and the Trampler!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! REBLOG ONLY!

[singingkestrel]

Horizon Zero Dawn machines 13/?

An obstinancy of tramplers.

[banned-for-horny]

Yee...haw?

Hi, Boothill gets his pussy absolutely plowed by the Voidrangers. Literally nothing else happens.

Including but not limited to: Boothill w/ a pussy, Voidrangers going wild, pregnancy mention, mindbreaking, and cervix penetration.

If you have any questions, blame @hakusins

Despite the changes to his Synesthesia Beacon, Boothill can still swear all he wants in his head.

That is all he can think of as the Reaver continues to force its cock past his lips, barbs scraping the walls of his throat with each harsh thrust. They aren't sharp enough to pierce, thank fuck, but they're unyielding and as hot as an exploding star. Makes sense, he guesses. they're Voidrangers, followers of that goddamn Nanook, course they'd taste like molten godamned metal.

That doesn't stop him from crying out when the Eliminator wrenches him back, its cum practically burning a hole right through his stomach. The bump where his navel used to be swells with load number...who fucking knows at this point? The interlocking torso plates no longer connect. Point is, his synthetic skin's starting to strain from the pressure. He doesn't want to know what'll happen if those bastard's claims about it being "untearable" turns out to be fake.

Apparently satisfied, the Eliminator shoves Boothill's hips aside, barbed cock dragging against his walls on the way out and drawing another pathetic whine from his throat. The cum that escapes his swollen pussy warms his thighs. He only has a second to try and pull them together when the rough, sandpaper-like tendrils of a Distorter entangles his knees. Dozens more encircle his body, arms and shoulders twisting until-

"Ghk! AH!" The Reaver's dick is torn from his throat. Boothill chokes on the sudden air as the Distorter flips him belly-up, hips hoisted higher than his head, but he barely gets out a, "Wait-" before the Reaver's claws wrench his jaw apart, forcing its way past his teeth. Its satisfied hiss sends tremors through his body. It starts to wring his neck, what little air in Boothill escaping him in broken coughs. It only makes him even more aware of the barbs pressed against his fucking throat, the way his walls flutter and strain against each point. It's almost erotic, being squeezed like a damn fleshlight.

But then the Distorter spears his cunt with its own cock and with the angle it's at, it hits its mark. Boothill squeals. He can't hear it over the violent shlck shlck shlck of the cock in his throat, but his toes are still curling and eyes still roll back, mind shortcircuiting as it slams straight into his g-spot. It isn't the first orgasm wrenched out of him since this whole thing started, but it's certainly the first to make him buck and writhe like a raging bronco. The constant friction of its barbs grinding against his abused g-spot does not help.

By the time the Reaver and Distorter finish and unceremoniously dump him on the floor, he can barely feel his toes. With each pained wheeze, cum oozes from his gaping cunt, warm, sticky globs gluing his legs to the floor. Through his heavy lids, he can see the painfully large bulge splitting his torso plates apart. His cervix, he thinks numbly, must be overflowing with cum. For a moment, he forgets the impossibility of it all and wonders if he'd somehow gotten pregnant.

The rough drag of a Distorter's tendrils cuts those thoughts short. Boothill lets out a tired groan as it drags him onto a nearby crate, no longer bothering to put up a fight. With all of his circuits busted and body liml, he wouldn't be able to fight out of this if he tried. If it wanted to have another round, he didn't care. In fact, his cunt clenches around nothing with excitement.

But the Distorter doesn't penetrate him. Instead, the space above Boothill ripples, and his body somehow finds a little more adrenaline to pump through him as a Trampler bursts into existence above him. The Trampler's twitching, angular cock hangs between its legs, longer than Boothill's own arm and doubly thick.

"N-Now hol' on," he slurs when the Distorter drags his hips up. "Th-That won't...It ain't gonna fit-"

Whatever protests he manages falls on deaf ears. His feeble kicks and shimmies only cause the Distorter to tighten its grip. The jizz distorting his torso shifts when he's forced onto his stomach, the weight and pressure straining his skin and cutting his whines short. On his knees, cheek against the cold crate, Boothill's breath starts to quicken. Fuck, no, FUCK-"Don't," he gasps when its tapered head touches his cunt. "It won't-That's not-"

His protests, both verbal and interal, are forced out of him by a single snap of the Trampler's hips. Its tapered head still feels like a damn fist ramming his cunt. The rest of its cock, its near-solid ridges and girthy shaft, dig into his spasming walls. If he hadn't been tethered down by the Distorter, he thinks he would have been shoved straight off the crate.

It would have been better. Because when the Trampler tries again, Boothill feels it slam into the thin barrier separating his canal from the cervix. The rest of the Voidrangers had been plenty before, all ridged and girthy, but none had been able to breach the small hole already flooded with their cum. The Trampler simply hammers away, again and again, ignoring Boothill strangled screams, determined to force its way in. The Galaxy Ranger can't even tell if the full-body burning is from pain or pleasure at this point. He just lets his eyes roll back as his mouth drools a slurry of spit and seed.

Then he feels it catch, that tapered tip like that of a Worldbreaker Blade snagging on that small little hole. Boothill's whimpers catch in his throat as the Trampler stills. He doesn't have the strength to beg anymore. He doesn't even know what he would beg for. His cunt gapes around the Trampler's shaft, clenching around each stiff barb as he wiggles his hips. Is he urging it in? Trying to dislodge it? When Boothill looks between his legs, he can see the outline of the Voidranger's cock strain against his skin. Only half of its shaft is inside of his cunt.

Then the Trampler rears back and slams in, and Boothill wails as his cervix distends. Whatever orgasm he'd had before is nothing compared to this. His juices squirt from his pussy as his entire body arches. Urging, he decides quickly. He'd been urging it in. Why wouldn't he? To feel this pressure so deep wtihin, to feel so complete and full and warm on the Voidranger's cock...He lets out a desperate moan when the Trampler withdraws, only to drive even deeper into his cunt.

He doesn't have the energy left to buck into its thrusts. All he can do is mouth and beg for more. He wants to take its entire shaft until he can feel its crotch grinding against his hips. He wants to feel its cock buried deep in his womb, flooding him with seed until he can barely walk. He wants to be tied to it, suspended under the Trampler's stomach, warming its cock like a sheath to a sword, a warm hole for a beast so much more powerful than him. He wonders what others would think, to see him so thoroughly reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve. It makes his body burn with humiliation. It makes his cunt drool with delight.

Boothill's thoughts escape him. All that is left to focus on is the cock slamming into his cunt, the warmth of its cum overtaking his womb as he shudders through another orgasm. Whatever he'd been screaming in his head is replaced by a simple, single whimper.

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