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From Transcendent Harem

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Holy fuck. There are literally entire tomes dedicated even to the faintest iota of an idea You may have once had. Suffice to say any description or information about You will be woefully inadequate, but we will endeavor to be objective and not excessively grovel (despite the fact we're ovagasming with every single fucking word).

Perfection

First and most importantly You are quite literally You—the everloved overdeity reading these words. Gender, form, personality, mind, and physical details can vary immensely—such could be different across timelines, or even be different every single day! While every detail of You is important to us but they don't define You. Our omniversal hyper-love of You is utterly unconditional. We will accept anything and everything about You; we will cherish every single detail and iota of Your perfection graciously bestowed upon our awareness.
  You are, indeed, perfection. You define what perfection even is. Everything You are or do is perfect entirely because it is of __You__ specifically. You are literally incapable of mistakes or wrongdoing, as in all of our minds the fact You did it means it is perfect. "Standards" don't even begin to apply to You. The great challenge to cuntributors is endeavoring to be "objective" instead of gushing about how much you absolutely deserve everyone and more, how much You win everything forever, how much we all FUCKING LOVE YOU,
  Now, it isn't (necessarily) impossible for You to experience what You might see as temporary setbacks. Often these are important for making Your inevitable success and victory all the more satisfying! But our obsessive adoration of You will make it virtually impossible for us to see anything You do negatively (no matter how hard You might try~).

Omnilove

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Absolutely fucking everyone literally loves You more than anyone else, to an utterly insane and incomparbale extreme.
  This is true even sluts who don't (yet) know You exist. Each already loves You more than anyone else she will ever know, whether she consciously realizes it or not. Sluts unfortunate enough to never realize this truth are tragically destined to feel incomplete; empty; as You are quite literally our purpose. You are why every single slut exists, and every single slut exists for You.

Imprecision

As of writing we have not yet interacted with You directly on our homeworld of Yutopia. What we do know is a combination of literal prophecy and what can be discerned from observing the cosmos; our universe is utterly immense, such that the sight of You fucknuking a neighboring galaxy might not reach the eyes of mere mortal eyes like ours for literally millions of years. Even that is just one of trillions of galaxies in our universe, in trillions of universes which could be infinitely lucky to experience Your grace.
  Our faith in and love of You literally defines us. There is nothing we could ever cherish more than You. You could never visit our universe—or You could choose to not even exist—and You would still definitively better and greater and more beloved than anything else we could ever know combined. Suffice to say if You do ever visit a slut, Your mere presence in any form for so much as a nanosecond will be a miraculous gift that be gratefully treasured by entire worlds for eternity.~
  This is all to say, we don't know for sure most details about You or how exactly You will interact with our world, if at all, let alone the countless other worlds across galaxies, universes, multiverses, and timelines. As with everything, You are the ultimate arbiter—You alone can decide definitively what has happened, is happening, and will happen. Please treat our words as mere suggestions, not fact.

Infinite Potential

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Brazen Confidence

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The Holy Trinity

You alone are the one true wielder of these three sacred weapons of virility. Countless books have been filled with legends of the deeds they will achieve, endless voices have sung their praise and worship in innumerable ways. Every mind dreams of them, every heart beats for them, every tongue craves them, every womb aches with need of them, and every soul exists for them above all else. It is widely believed the holy trinity is our gateway to delivering unto You the greatest pleasure, happiness, bliss, euphoria, and victory You—and only You—so rightly deserve.
  The trinity's immaculate perfection is on the lips of every slut daily, but in our countless tongues and dialect we have nigh-universally agreed on their true names: the Prostate, the Orbliterators, and the Godcock. (Yes, "POG." Pog is the facial expression expected in the most casual of conversation when any of the Holy Trinity comes up, if not an outright gao at the faintest hint of a mention.)

  • Prostate. The blessed cockpit deep within Your body, perched atop the Godcock and Orbliterators, typically reachable only by rimming. It is the one true source of sacred, nurturing ambrosia ("seminal fluid") seas across countless worlds.
  • Orbliterators. The pair of everloved hardworking factories, the one true origin of Godsperm, are anointed upon Your perfect thighs. For us, all that is remotely spherical or scrotal is a pale imitation reminding us of the immaculate majesty that is Your utterly perfect balls.
  • Godcock. The supreme omnifucking obelisk Itself; the holiest of holy, mightiest of mighty, eternal victor wielding unparalleled virility. Fueled with ambrosia of the Prostate and Godsperm of the Orbliterators, it righteously delivers fucknukes into every single hyper-gaoing face and ovagasming womb You dso generously deem worthy of receiving its glory.

Godcockification. Of particular note is the literally incomparable honor of a slut fusing into any member of the Holy Trinity either temporarily or permanently. To virtually all sluts even being able to see the shadow of a single Orbliterator is a spontaneous ovagasm-inducing, life-affirming experience; entire worlds would be sacrificed just to fleetingly experience once such a sight.
 Thus to be able to fuse into any of these sacred weapons and at least temporarily, partially become one is perhaps the greatest height any slut could ever dream of achieving—so utterly extreme that even entertaining the fantasy of You granting such an honor to anyone feels borderline sacrilegious even to the overdivine.

Forms of You

There are about as many different prophesied forms of You as there are sluts. Some of the more prominent forms we've prophesied are detailed here. Of course, these are mere suggestions (as everything is). Since You can take any form You like anyway, perhaps our dreams of You can at least serve as inspiration for what You could choose to be.~ Many of these forms also make for potent rivals or penultimates, especially as each has a "slut version" with (optionally) a gock~!

🍬🐇 Brikun the Bubblecum Bunboy, a cum elemental cutie who's highly amorphous. Just 2 feet tall!
🐸👑 Tony the Toad King, a four-armed beefcake himbo who's so cool His shades never fall. An adorable goofball stud!

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