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somaticmilk · 1 month

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Behold.. REN MILK FIC PT 2

Here’s the first part if you wanna make it weird ->

Just a FYI - I didn’t remember where I left off before I’m too ashamed to have continuity so SHUT UP AND TAKE IT.

(also originally it was implied that Ren was like drugged with Sildenafil or smth like that at one point but ig I forgot-)

Fic under cut - Soma was not responsible for any of this - I am ashamed - ALSO DONT HAVE A MILK KINK.

Ren woke up with an intense feeling of heat and a growing pain in his crotch. As he looks around, he remembers he is still tied up and completely naked. He noticed his captor was standing on the other side of the barn. Strade watched in awe as his cute little cow was slowly giving up, he went hard just by the idea of his sanity breaking.

"Morgen meine süße Buttermilch, you ready for today?" Strade’s words were like lukewarm beer laced with honey.. Gross.. - Ren cringed at the idea of submitting to his captor like this, even if someone were to find him, how would they take him seriously in this shape? Tied up, cock cage, and covered in dirt - No shit someone would mistake him as livestock.

Strade approached Ren and placed a large metal bit in his mouth. It was cold against his tongue and restricted the airflow from his mouth. Before he knew it the door of his pen was opened and he was being dragged to a different section of the barn. Despite the burning embarrassment of crawling on all fours, the sun on his skin felt nice. His stomach reathed and his joints were still stiff from the stall. With every step he took, he could feel little rocks and pebbles lodged between his fingers and toes, his face burning red with each passing minute.

Ren had never been more humiliated in his life. From being forced to act like a cow, all the verbal teasing, and being forced into a cramped inhumanization stall, it was all too much.

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Once they made it to the milking parlor Ren knew his fate was sealed. The beastkin saw a mirror behind where Strade was standing before and below it was a large metal machine. Strade then removed the chastity cage and gave a brisk hit to his half-hard cock to make sure no dirt on it.

(clean milk guys - clean milk ^3^)

The German then placed a foreign object onto his dick. Ren looked at Strade, who nodded after seeing the realization in Ren's eyes. Now waiting in anticipation, he could probably cum without any sensation, the drugs Strade put him on were strong. At this point, Ren just wanted friction, something, anything.. Strade placed a large, girthy dildo on the machine and set it up. But before turning it on, he turned to Ren's ass.

Ren tried his best to hide his face as if it would take him away from his humiliating situation. He almost believed it until he felt hands grabbing at his backside. Not only did the fondling reignite the fire in his rear, but also the fire in his face. Strade began to place his fingers in, stretching him out with a sloppy and heavy hand. He continued doing this, adding up to 3 fingers until he was satisfied.

“You have such a nice ass, Buttermilch” Strade teased as he continued to grope at the Beastkin’s flesh. “It's so round, soft, and perky!”

“S-Shut up!” Ren yelled back, making a pathetic attempt to intimate him. This only caused Strade to lightly swat at his ass, making Ren yelp. “That’s not the sound cows make, Schatz” he scolded. “Mmmf owfff!!” Even with the gag on, Strade knew that Ren had just told him to fuck off.

Without warning the German farmer then picked up Ren and strapped him down into the machine. The device already attached to his dick finally made sense to him now, it was a pump. Lifting his tail and hooking his throbbing cock into the milking unit, Strade walked to the other side of the parlor and removed his boxers. He then sat down and smiled.

"Aufgeregt, meine Liebe?” Ren felt a spray of lube on his cock and in his ass. In an instant, the dildo began thrusting in and out. It was painful at first. Too painful. The milker began to slide up and down, twisting and turning.

The sensation was a lot at first. There was a lot of friction between his anus and the large dildo as it slid in and out, due to the lack of lube and the sheer size of the thing. Ren didn't know how deep the dildo was but it had to be at least 8 inches. The howl Ren let out was inhuman as he was instantly stretched out and stuffed. The pump jerking him off got even rougher and faster, the feeling of hot pleasure building in his stomach ready to burst.

Ren was practically screaming while his asshole was getting completely ruined. Ren shook his head vehemently, his cock twitching in the pump. Meanwhile, Strade was jacking off to his display.

He picked up a remote and pressed a button. The pump started to engulf and pull away at the tip. His cock was enveloped in a warm comfort that made him feel like a knot tied in his stomach.

His moans were stifled but loud as the speed of the intake of the pump slowly increased and the dildo slammed harder into Ren’s prostate. Although he clenched his jaw around the bit to try and hide them, soft moans came out of Ren’s mouth, exciting Strade all the more.

Ren’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was simultaneously filled to the brim and brought to orgasm. He came into the pump and he began to pant, cum spilling out and taken through a tube.

Ren’s vision blurred, his heart beating through his ears before feeling a wet squirt of liquid inside of him. He then realized that the two were connected and his cum was inside of him and being used as lube.

This sudden realization made him fucking nauseous. His vision spotted and he could feel himself gag, although, his boner didn’t give in just yet. Not even within a minute Ren was close again and came into the milker. The seed yet again absorbed and sent into his ass.

Ren shrieked and bawled with an exhibit of extreme pain and shame on his face. Ren had hot tears running down his red cheeks, and his lip quivered slightly. Strade then walked toward the exit of the parlor door before taking a final glance at his cow.

"You look wonderful, Mein Liebling," he said as Strade grabbed the remote and turned everything onto the highest settings. There was a security camera at the ceiling so he knew that his new piece of livestock wouldn’t do anything too feral but he couldn't just keep this showcase all to himself.

The vibrations became more frequent and intense. The pump was taking his cock up and down at an extremely fast pace. It twisted around his sensitive head which began to hurt. He was sent into a state of intense pleasure and overstimulation. He couldn't handle this for longer. The machine never stopped though. The constant abuse made his ass sting like fire. He was cumming less and less each time which meant less and less lubricant.

A while later, Strade entered the parlor again. He instantly turned everything off before walking to Ren and taking the bit off. "How was it?" he asked as he began unbuckling his arms and legs off of the machine.

Ren took a deep breath and ignored the question. While taking off the pump part of the milker, Strade accidentally grazed Ren’s dick. His tip was red, swollen, and extremely irritated. Ren let out a long, exhausted whimper…

I BE LIKE DUHH DUHHHHH - WHY YOU SOO FINEE

Lmk if you want more idk - #talkingfromtheheart

Soma milk fic pt three ??? 😰😰😰🫶🫶

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ghastlybirdie · 4 months

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I half heartedly think that marriage as an institute is kinda meh and not something for me but something about John price husband makes me feral

I feel you on marriage, it’s an income for people organizing it professionally and it’s a showboating experience for the ones planning it instead of it being a union of people being in love

That being said, I think John Price 100% is the type to have that small chapel wedding with just a few lads, his mother and father, and maybe that one old fellow friend that you say is a bad influence to him despite John being a grown man who can decide his friendships himself- he tells you that all the time but at least one time a year you had to drive John home cause he got too drunk at a bar with said friend-

Despite it all, John is such a good husband??!??!! He’s the husband who had a hand on the small of your back or even on your bum if he’s feeling really casual

If he needs to scoot by you, he holds your waist cause he doesn’t wanna disturb you 🥺 you’re so pretty, he just needs to wiiiiggle in by and get a view of you from another angle cause- wow what a view

he likes just watching you, he likes the little movements you do, he likes the smiles and noises your make cause he loves you, and you like his own grunts and mumbling and shuffling. Sometimes you make a joke about his bones creaking and he gives you a stare that holds hours of scolding, teasing, joking, and laughter all with just one glance, probably from all the time spent moulding into each other’s mannerisms and likeness

Marrying John is marrying his life to yours- not just by a ring or a certificate, but by promise and pure, unbridled loyalty to love you cause you’re a treasure, a gift

And he just really really really likes you, you’re pretty cool

#maybe it’s the wine but obsessive John price is really fun to think about #he wants you under his skin #behind his eyes #anyways #hi anon! you’re so right and so neat #merry Christmas and happy holidays #eat and sleep well #I hope you keep thinking about price #thinking about that old man #sunny writes #cod captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x you #john price mw2

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six-white-venus · 2 months

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What can you do when you hate every word that comes out of your mouth with a burning passion? When nothing you say ever feels right? When all of your words feel like lies, even though they’re not?

Because they’re not, right? …right?

#hello anon hope you like this one #now that i wrote it i'm not so sure if this was a prompt or you were asking for advice #i got the poem part of it covered #instead of advice i'll just tell you some simple stuff that works for me sometimes #talk to someone. it makes you feel awful at the beginning but d it. talk talk talk #if talking is too much reach out to any of your loved ones #and just be in their presence #if that's also not an option. take a nap. cry if you think it'd help #don't forget to eat and drink water #just in case it wasn't a prompt #i hope everything turns out well for you anon <3 #my writing #prose poetry #words #love #writeblr #prose #tw dissociation #overthinking

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i-eat-deodorant · 1 year

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Could I request Lamb and Narinder sharing a bath together? sometimes tongue baths just aren't enough when lamb comes back from a particularly nasty crusade after all

time spent: honestly idk anymore

length: 2102 words

pairing: narinder/lamb

warnings: nudity since they’re bathing, though apart from one line of taking off clothes it’s never really brought up

note: very much slice-of-life. didn’t really have much of a plan with this, just went with the prompt and let their dynamic take me wherever. this is a much more domestic narinder that what i usually write, idk how to feel about that

It was three days into a long, arduous crusade, and Lamb was dead.

Well, not really dead (and maybe they should stop hyperbolizing death when they’ve experienced it a hundred times over, but whatever), just bone-dead tired. The trek back to their village was an exercise in dragging feet, step by plodding step. It didn’t help that they haven’t sheared in months; their wool was getting bulky enough that the mass actively weighed them down, overgrown bangs obscuring their vision. The fact that they didn’t pass out on their face was nothing short of a miracle.

Finally, their house was in sight, sweet salvation almost palpable beyond the door. They fumbled with the knob, stumbling inside with all the grace of a fish on land, and found Narinder sitting on the couch, reading a book.

“About time you came back, Lamb,” he said, not looking up, “The flock has been occupied with expanding the irrigation system, but your absence has left nerves on edge. Too much breeds dissent.”

“Murgh.” Aww, you missed me.

“Was it successful? You look like you fought a leaf pile and lost, so I assume you didn’t die pathetically, again.”

“Bleurgh.” Love you too.

Narinder finally snapped his book shut, regarding them with a raised eyebrow. “Did they lobotomize you?”

“No, just…pluh.” They flopped onto their bed, burrowing under the blankets where everything was dark and nice. “M’tired, that’s all.”

Their ears picked up a sigh and a creak of wood as Narinder stood up. He wrapped his arms around their midsection, tightly hugging from behind. They leaned into it, affection blooming warm and fluttery in their belly–if sheep could purr, they’d be rumbling away, basking in the contact of their mate after nothing but thorn bushes and lonely campfires for three days.

It didn’t occur to them that Narinder had other plans until he’d pulled them off the bed. Lamb blinked sleepily as he started dragging them backwards by their elbows. He was too short to lift them fully, so their feet slid limply across the floor. “What’re y’doing?”

“The fact you’re comfortable to sleep in this much filth appalls me. A bath is long overdue.”

“But I don’ wanna.”

“I could catch a whiff of you before the door even opened–you smell worse than an outhouse in the middle of summer. Go to sleep and I vow never to kiss you again.”

Lamb spluttered, butting Narinder’s chest in mock protest. They were starting to wake up now, though their position was just comfortable enough that they didn’t bother fighting back. “Yeah, well, I could say the same for you and your wet dog smell! So there.”

“The compliments you made of my ‘wet dog smell’ a week ago beg to differ.”

“Maybe I hated it and just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. And–” They raised a floppy arm to poke him in the cheek, watching as his face scrunched. “–it’s really sweet that you remember that one, I still remember how flustered it made you.”

Narinder looked away, ears angled slightly back the way he always did when he was embarrassed about something. He hoisted Lamb higher, and continued shuffling backwards with them. “I was not flustered. Your comment merely caught me off guard.”

“Uh huh. But I lied. You actually stink. Forgivable though, you’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Then I pray to be forgiven for this as well.”

What?

Before Lamb could ask what he meant, their world flipped upside down; a spike of shock shot down their spine as freezing water surrounded them, clogged their fleece and their cloak and dragged them down. They tried to shout, to bleat, but it filled their mouth and left them choking, sinuses burning from the sharp cold.

The bath was only waist-deep, but with their wool as heavy as it was it took them several tries to cling to the edge of the wooden washtub without slipping. When they did, they found their assailant standing tactically beyond grabbing range, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“You. Mother. Fucker.” Lamb growled.

Narinder took one look at their soggy glower and lost it.

It was admittedly nice to hear him laugh for once, even if it was at their expense. Lamb splashed water at him. It splattered on his robe, and he backed off with a yelp. “Listen here, asswipe. This isn’t a bath, this is a damn cold plunge.”

“Well, heh, I drew this bath yesterday since I expected you to be back by then. You very well could have had a warm bath if you dawdled less.” Wiping tears off the corners of his eyes, he reached behind himself and threw…a soap bar?

Lamb tried to catch it, but with it being soap, the damned thing slipped through their fingers and they only got another eyeful of water for their troubles. “If you could’ve smelled me from a mile away, maybe you could’ve warmed up the water while you waited.”

“Not worth the effort. Besides, it did an excellent job of waking you up.”

“Oh, I’ll wake your whole world up–”

They tried to scramble out of the tub, only for a light bonk to startle them off balance and slip back into the water. Narinder had stepped closer, wielding a brush and a cocky grin. “Later. Cleanliness takes priority.”

“Okay, okay. You win. Lemme just–ow!” Lamb pressed a hand against their back with a wince, as if just noticing a sprain. Out of the corner of their vision, they saw Narinder’s ears prick up as he walked closer. “Must’ve messed something up and not noticed.”

“What is it?”

“Bruise. I think. I’m fine, it’s not serious.”

“I shall be the judge of that.” Narinder leaned over the lip of the tub, pawing at the soaked wool between their shoulders. “You are long overdue for a shear, Lamb; I cannot even see your skin fromMMPH!”

Lamb had lurched forward, grabbing him by the arms and yanking him bodily into the tub with them. Water surged out over the edge; they felt Narinder flailing uselessly against them, shocked by the coldness just as they were. He ended up surfacing much faster, looking like a drowned rabbit with the way his fur clung close to his skin and his ears sagged. Lamb cackled–they couldn’t help it. Every time they winded down they’d look at his sour expression and sad attempt at a bristle, and they’d start again.

“...It is cold. I should have foreseen that,” he admitted after Lamb ran out of air and started choking on their own spit. “But must you pull me in clothes and all? I actually liked this robe, and the water is dirty enough that it is irreversibly stained.”

Finally catching their breath, Lamb looked down to find that the tub was now murky and full of silt. “Is that really all from me?”

Narinder huffed, unbuttoning his robe and wringing the water off of it. “It is certainly not from me. I bathe every day.”

“I do bathe, it’s just...” When did they last do it? Before they worked in the cauliflower fields? Before they buried a dead elder? Then there were the three days of crusading, full of rolling in mud, hiding in the undergrowth, looting Silk Cradle’s dusty silk stores.”...Point taken.”

Their mate sighed, a frequent habit of his that was growing fonder by the day. “How you functioned before I came here is beyond me. Here, remove your cloak.”

Lamb acquiesced, unclasping the fleece and draping it on the side of the tub. They hesitated on their collar, but removed it as well; the reminder of their beheading shown as a ring of pink welts around their neck, surrounded by fibrotic skin. No wool would grow there, the skin too scarred for hair growth.

Narinder braced a hand on their shoulder, index rubbing over the scar gently–a reminder to the both of them, of how they met and everything it took to get them here. He then traced the constellations of scars where their wool parted, bits and pieces of close calls in battle. His other hand combed in long, languid strokes with the brush, starting at the apex of their head and following the slope of their back. It felt almost trance-like, the rhythmic way he brushed, picking his way through the curls with fastidious care. Lamb felt themselves getting sleepy again.

“Nar?”

“Lamb.”

“My wool’s getting bulky enough that it’s starting to get in the way of things.” A pause. They ran their fingers through their coat, a nervous habit. Narinder smacked their hand away. “I think you’re right, it might be about time I had another shear.”

“Allow me to handle it then.” He didn’t lose pace of his brushing, now working through the thicker tangles on their shoulders. They remembered his first weeks as a mortal, how he had difficulty regulating his grip pressure and fumbled with his fingers. Years later, now every movement of his was deliberate, purposeful, honed by habit and exercise.

“Really? It’s no problem, I can to it if you don’t want to–”

“I can see your back, and you look about to fall asleep sitting up.”

Point taken, they thought. Lamb rested their head and arms against the lip of the tub, ears fluttering as the tips brushed water. They felt the water level drop as Narinder plodded out to fetch the razor, closing their eyes as he lowered himself back in. With the two of them submerged the water was no longer cold, just refreshingly cool instead.

Before Narinder took over, Lamb would often nick themselves with the razor–partly because mirrors could only go so far in seeing where they cut, partly because they’re just plain clumsy– and the result resembled a bush dragged through a tornado. Shearing was a dreaded last resort only done when it impeded their battling performance, or during hot summer months so they didn’t cook in their own coat. It was not something they particularly enjoyed.

But shearing with Narinder was something enjoyable. He was meticulous, fastidious; an ambitious force of nature unwilling to do anything by halves. There was a learning curve, of course, but now Lamb could just sit back and listen to the steady shlick shlick of sliced hairs as he did most of the hard work. The first part of effective leadership was appearance, he insisted, and wouldn’t let them leave until he was satisfied with their cut.

“I believe that’s all,” Narinder said. When Lamb opened their eyes, he was already bundling up an impressively sized blob of wool (was that all from them?) and tossing it in a pile on the floor. “How does it feel?”

Lighter, was their first thought. They never realized how much their wool weighed until it was gone, until standing and moving felt easier, more free. Glancing back at them in the murky water was a different sheep, white fleece cropped close in length to the shorter black fur of their face and limbs. They poked at the junction between their horns, where the crown sat. “It’s a bit chilly outside. I’m gonna have to stick to sweaters until the weather gets warmer.”

“Then wear a sweater. There is more than enough wool here for me to knit you another one, with a hood and scarf.” He passed them the soap, which they begrudgingly lathered onto their body. “Remind me to trim you later; I want to see how it looks when dry.”

Once the two of them (mostly Lamb) were clean, it was time to get out. Lamb went first, making a beeline for the towels and drying themselves with two before the shivers set in.

This was promptly ruined by Narinder’s full body shake, which sent water spraying everywhere.

“Ass.” They aimed another towel at his head, even though the bastard looked almost dry already from the shake alone. Damned shorthairs. “I better get my new sweater. With the hood, and the scarf.”

Narinder scoffed, but yanked the towel from his face and bundled up anyways. “Pushy. You underestimate how much power I wield over you, Lamb. Mention it again, and I shall give you a mohawk.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Watch your mouth, I’ll see how you’d like it when I shear off all your whiskers in your sleep.”

“Foolish of you to believe I would ever let that happen.”

“Sure thing, Mister No-whisker Bigshot.”

“...What does that even mean.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Their bickering carried on, well after the water behind them cooled.

#narilamb #cotl lamb #narinder #asks #my shit #thanks tumblr for eating my formatting i sure do love readding italics by hand #might've missed some as well #meh ending is meh but it was getting long so #anyways i hope you like banter anon #ty for sending the request i appreciate it <3

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likebreadandwine · 8 months

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been too worried about my own appearance to really gain, though i still think it’s fun to fantasize about and even gets me off. there’s some days where the fantasy gets the best of me and i end up eating more than i’d like to 😅 i’d do it more often if i wasn’t so worried about the consequences because god the feeling after eating so much food is so intoxicating… any kind of encouragement you could offer me?

you don't have to do anything you don't want to, anon. the thing is...it sounds like you really, really want to.

if the fantasy gets you off, and sometimes gets the best of you, it must be a powerful fantasy. lean in. indulge. that pleasurable, intoxicating feeling? it's yours for the taking.

and you deserve it, actually. you deserve to eat as much as you want and enjoy your body and not let worries about your appearance stand in the way of what feels good.

the way we look is gonna change over time anyway, whether we like it or not. I'm not saying it's easy to make peace with that, or that you can flip a switch and stop worrying. but you can decide there are more important things and make choices accordingly.

the choice is yours!

#anon i'm sorry i know this ask is ancient #but i hope you are doing well and eating as much as you want #asks and answers #anonymous

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godnectar · 6 months

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Hello hello <33 I just wanted to pop in and say that I adore your works,, you write so well and you are incredibly talented!! I don't interact with you much as an anon, but I just wanted to quickly say this :DD You are wonder, and you are an amazing writer. Please don't forget to rest well, eat well, and drink lots of water <<333

#nectar's rambling #♡ anon #anon message #please–#gonna sob #adore u sm fr #love all the messages y'all send #but this one 🥹#it's 2am rn #and I was going to sleep when I saw this #literally made my day #especially bc today was kinda shitty #but tysm sunshine <3 #got such a kind lil' heart #I hope u rest nicely eat well and drink water too hun #many kisses for you #🫶🫶🫶#gn everyone <33

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stormyoceans · 8 months

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we are expecting gmmtv 2024 in october. what's your list of manifestations? share with us, dear!

GMMTV 2024 HAPPENING IN OCTOBER CAUGHT ME COMPLETELY UNPREPARED TBH LIKE LAST YEAR I HAD A WHOLE LIST OF PREDICTIONS AND THINGS I WANTED TO SEE AND RN IM MOSTLY LIKE ???????? JIMMYSEA AND THEN ???????????????????

i also don’t know how to feel about the line up being announced before last twilight and 23.5 even got the chance to air (unless we’re getting last twilight replacing hidden agenda which means it would start on october 1st, but i do not dare to hope), however i thought about it a little and here’s a very rough list of my hopes and dreams that im gonna actualize with the power of manifestation and delusion:

JIMMYSEA NEW SERIES DIRECTED BY P’JOJO. LISTEN I DON’T CARE IF IT’S UNLIKELY FOR THEM TO GET A SHOW 3 YEARS IN A ROW MY CLOWN WIG IS ON MY SHOES ARE SQUEAKING MY MAKE UP IS IN PLACE. the amount of p’jojo+jimmysea online interactions we’ve got since p’jojo visited them on the last twilight set is just TOO SUSPICIOUS to be meaning nothing I WANT TO BELIEVE. that being said, i feel like it will probably be an ensamble cast kind of series, so im praying for the medical drama QL of my dreams with jimmysea + earthmix OR the heist QL of my dreams with jimmysea + forcebook. im not picky though I REALLY JUST WANT A NEW PROJECT FOR JIMMYSEA AS A PAIRING but also..

SOME SOLO PROJECT FOR BOTH JIMMY AND SEA. they’re both great actors and sea in particular is able to portray an insane range of emotions so it’s time for GMMTV to start giving him more roles.

regardless of whatever happens with jimmysea, i do want earthmix and forcebook to have a new series next year.

PAPANG AS THE MAIN LEAD IN A BL. do i believe this is gonna happen? sadly, no. will i still be manifesting this every single day from here to october? DAMN RIGHT I WILL MY MAN DESERVES IT. actually i said this before but i think GMMTV should just give me papang+guy+pond+pepper in a BL. MY MEN DESERVE IT.

AT LEAST 2 GLs BUT PREFERABLY MORE. freenbecky got me gagged with their upcoming sci-fi movie and period drama series, so i think GMMTV should step up their game and give us ALL THE GIRLS. im frankly starving for more GLs so i don’t really have any specific plot i want to see, i just want the genre to thrive and be allowed to explore different stuff like BL has started to do. if i really had to pick tho, i would love to have a sizzy series (maybe with janaye and ciizejane) and to have prigkhing and piploy in a GL. and namtan. and jamie.

QL exploring other sexualities and gender identities. just give me ace main characters, trans main characters, non-binary main characters, ALL THE DIFFERENT QUEER MAIN CHARACTERS!!!!!!!

i want to say enigma season 2 because it was actually a great show but with bright leaving GMMTV i don’t think i should get my hopes up ;;;;;;; unless they recast his character since he appeared for 5 seconds at the end of the series.

these are the main things that come to my mind for now, but im sure that by the time october comes im gonna have some more!!!!

#MY PRIORITIES ARE VERY BIASED I KNOW IM SORRY #now if you ask me about things i expect to happen then that’s different #im definitely sure we’re getting a new geminifourth series. winniesatang as main leads in a BL. more neomark.#and don’t ask me why because i have no evidence for it #but something tells me pondphuwin and joongdunk in the same series #BUT HONESTLY IF WE DON'T GET JIMMYSEA + P'JOJO IM GONNA EAT MY WIG #THEY CAN'T DENY ME A NEW JIMMYSEA SERIES DURING MY BIRTHDAY MONTH #THE MANIFESTATION PARTY IS ALWAYS OPEN AT MY HOUSE 24/7 #anyway. thank you so much for asking me this anon!!!!#also not to be creepy but the 'dear' had me giggling like an idiot so thank you for that as well!!!!#if you want to share your manifestation list i will gladly help you with it!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! 💜#gmmtv 2024 #bl wishlist #m: ask

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littlegildedswallow · 9 months

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radfems LOVE to use women with eating disorders as gotcha stats, but actually having compassion for ed'ed women ? ofc not.

mentally ill traumatized women acting like mentally ill traumatized women ? sacrilegious ! attention whore with a superiority complex.

#saw a prominent radfem on twt shame women for having ed related stuff in their bios while calling themselves radfems #like whoa ! radfems are not flawless and perfect ?#also i hope y'all realize there's a difference between a woman having ed related behaviors because she wants to lose weight to fit into the #conventional beauty standard vs women and girls who HAVE eating disorders #it sounds weird but i promise there's a difference #usually women with eds are.. really REALLY fucked up in the head like WAY beyond the regular “i want to be conventionally attractive and #worthy“ thing that literally all women go through #girls with eds... yeah no you could have all kinds of disordered thinking and self hatred but #you'll never understand the warped ass thinking going on in the heads of actively anorexic/bulimic/ orthorexic Ellen #*women #unless you've been there yourself #you can send me anons about our thought process and I'll be honest but i promise y'all EVERY SINGLE argument I've #seen well intentioned feminists use to fight against eds trigger us into clinging to our eds even harder #EVERY SINGLE ONE #mine

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craycraybluejay · 3 months

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That last anon was uhhhhh very weird and mean to you. It's kinda funny how they use the word "symptoms"... Ah yes, symptoms. The one thing about illness that is completely under control of the ill. Their arguments were pretty garbage. Like saying that a cancer patient is economically abusive for requiring a lot of money for treatment.

Very weird of them, kinda think they were venting some trauma inappropriately and holding you responsible for some fucking reason.

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the funny thing is i too have trauma and yet don't attack random internet strangers over it lmao

but yeah it was so fucking out of nowhere. I *think* I can guess which post of mine ticked them off but the post was literally agreeing with them. With the fact that Cluster B Disorders are literally classified and diagnosed by unstable, toxic, and often abusive interpersonal patterns of behaviour. Same way any mental disorder is diagnosed; by a PATTERN OF BEHAVIOUR. And apparently they took that to mean that I think ADHD or something has the same symptoms as for example NPD even though I said literally the opposite. There is a reason we have these classifications and I know ALL TOO WELL what that anon was talking about regarding their trauma. But like. I'm not their therapist yk? It did actually tug at my heartstrings a bit because I do have a soft spot for rage fits out of misplaced Fear and whatnot about people not believing what happened to you and why. But like. Still deeply inappropriate. I'm not even mad at the anon really and I don't want to make fun of them either. I just hope they can get the help and support they need and maybe stay away from triggering themselves online before they're ready to calmly and accurately interpret posts and conversations about trauma-related topics.

In fact I myself stay far the fuck away from certain trauma triggers online even though I know I have a lot of light to shed on how it happens because it just isn't good for me. I will truly and legitimately block someone with even a blog colour theme that brings things back or a post even mentioning something that reminds me of what happened. Anon needs to take steps to heal with a private and stable support network and avoid triggers no matter how tempted they are to seek them out, because I know what that's like and it is actually very common with ptsd and c-ptsd. A lot of times people will consciously or subconsciously seek out triggers trying to find some sort of closure or vent their feelings; but all that giving into that urge does most of the time is make it harder to heal.

Mental illness symptoms being controllable is... a complicated subject. You CAN control them actually, at least some of them. For example I'm on the schizo spectrum. I cannot prevent hallucinations when they happen but I can have a plan of action so I don't freak anyone out or hurt anyone. Someone with NPD may have some kind of Ego Moment where they feel the need to assert that they are superior when they feel inferior but knowing about their disorder can actively decide not to do something potentially hurtful in the heat of the moment. Just like with physical illness, symptoms are manageable. Lots of physical ailments you cannot cure, but you can manage symptoms. Like the flu. You can't just. Unget the flu or "cure" it. Most of the time it passes on its own as long as you stay healthy. But what can you do? Treat and prevent symptoms. You can control symptoms and it is, unfortunately, your responsibility unless you are under someone else's care to control your own symptoms. If you are constantly ill and there is no cure, you must seek medicine if you want to feel better. If you have a mental illness and you find yourself struggling with yourself or others, you must seek support and figure out how to control and minimize the symptoms if you want to feel better. No one is obligated to be healthy but at the same time, you are responsible for your health no matter how unfair it is. Even if someone else injures you, they can pay settlement for hospital bills but YOU have to be the one to take meds and get treated. Same with mental illness. Mental illness literally cannot be your fault; it is usually genetic or from trauma. Guess what? It's still unfortunately your Responsibility to manage. A lot of people get stuck on where to place blame and expect the responsibility to go where they put the blame. But blame can go anywhere or nowhere and you will still be responsible for fixing what is wrong. The fact that I anger easy is not my FAULT. But it IS my responsibility to find safe and healthy ways to deal with that anger. Just because I'm not the one who made me angry does not give me the right to hit someone or start screaming my head off. Anyone who places too much weight on blame and treats symptoms as inevitable and unchangeable is liable to neglecting their responsibility to care for themselves.

#symptoms is specifically the one thing in illness you CAN control anon #usually not without help #and not ALL symptoms can be controlled-- specifically internal ones #i.e: you cannot control the internal symptom of envy but you can control the external symptom of breaking someone's things in a fit of rage #anon response #anyway #i hope my prev anon gets well needed support and takes some time off the web #and i hope that we all can take a little more responsibility #there are many things in life that are not our fault that we are responsible for #your life itself is not your fault and you are responsible for it once you reach age of majority #and in some ways sooner than that #your eating disorder because you were bullied? not your fault whatsoever #you are STILL responsible for getting help though #it isn't fair but it's the truth #i think a lot of people need to go back to the basics; responsibility; self-control; politeness; respect #we don't just need to teach this to children. we need for everyone to be taught again and again basic skills for how to interact with #with yourself and relationships and larger society

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i started feeling better but now i have a cold n it sucks!! but happy to hear you’re doing better n not so stressed!! uuu I would love some healing time napping in there while he goes about his day or sleeping while laying on his belly with no one else knowing! were small enough that no one would probably see us in him anyway but his uniform is also rly big so there’s no worries and we’re all his ❤️

intestines in safe stuff are super underrated to me cuz its like the same nice pressure of being swallowed but way way longer and v.olo can talk during this one! n he could say how much he trusts us to go into a sensitive spot like that and how he loves the feeling and rubs where we are sometimes tracing our path into his lower belly uuuuu I want him to rly enjoy us in there!!

I wanna be teleported out before it gets to the weird point but theres hours of time before that happrns cuz its slow and long and its so relaxing being gently squeezed around deep in him and knowing its totally safe for us and rly enjoyable for him >w<

uuu hed be surprised how much he likes us in there when we get swallowed the first time! and when we calm down a little bit and get used to where we are n what happened we see its kinda nice in here and V.olo gently presses on his stomach to see if were ok and uuuuu he’s so kind with us!! ❤️

omg yes we spend so much free time just talking and relaxing with him and his team and our mons can play together!! n maybe V.olo holds on to our po.keba.lls and takes care of our team while were in his belly so they get to know him and its like one big happy group!! a pile of us and him and both our mons while we relax and chat abiut ruins after we’re let out and unshrunk sounds like alot of fun too!

if thats what happens then m.erman v.olo would be super fun to journey with! its like we have a warm personal pool in there safe from cold water and deep ocean pressure and we get to look at what he found later and he gets a partner to talk to and not be alone!! hed ask if we wanna join him to look for artefacts and when we say yes hed get us in his mouth with a quick HOMF and swallow us right down so excitedly cuz he loves spending time with us! omg youre right he’d be so pretty with golden scales!! theyd be rly pretty with his grey eyes

Halfsize is so special to me omg!! It’s a lot more effort for him but that means finally getting us down is way more satisfying for him too!! uuuu licking his lips and telling us how pleasantly full he is now and massaging our spot a little as soon as were all the way inside his first stomach just so it’s a little extra comfy for both us and him while he waits uuuuu >w< that sounds rly cute btw id love to hear him humming happily from our new spot in him! We could probably feel him humming and sighing all pleased with this too! uuu him snoozing with a hand over his belly or reading a book until we finally get squished into his tail stomach with a sigh of happiness from him is good too cause he had to work alot to get us down and that has to make him sleepy. and it’s a good thing he’d be solitary cuz then he doesn’t have to get interrupted while he’s enjoying his full belly of his favorite human ❤️ and we get to be in there a long while too getting rested on and rubbed at and a little kiss!!!! >w<

omg omg I’m super duper excited for the new game!! X./Y left a lot of things open and not quite done n the sta.rters didnt get m.egas but this feels like its gonna give it the fixes it needs!! and its a l.egends game and theyre taking their time for it so I’m already rly excited!

- v.olo uwu

I'm alive! Sorry this is a bit late but my mood dropped like crazy this past week 😞 I'm glad to hear you've been doing better! Cold sucks so bad though, hopefully it went away in the meantime! 🥺

Mmmmm I agree! We could totally stay in his belly to heal as he does his errands or takes a nap, it'd be very relaxing and we'd all benefit from it! And it's true, his G.inkgo G.uild uniform can definitely hide us away since it's so cozy and large x3 we're absolutely pretty tiny too, we'd be undetectable basically all the time xD

Ngl, intestines stuff are definitely underrated in vore. Personally I love the thought of travelling through the long tunnel of the small intestine, surrounded by all the villi 🥺👉👈 I'm a big endosoma fan, and simply the idea of exploring someone else's digestive track even on deeper levels makes me very happy xD

So I wouldn't mind if we did this with V.olo's permission lol, he'd probably find it soothing and rub our spot a lot along our way x3 also yeah we'd teleport out before the weird point, but I think being in his intestine would be something very cute, and the squeezing would feel like a hug from him! ❤️

Yeah, his first time eating us would be a bit confusing at the start but then we'd all find ourselves kinda comfortable in the situation 🥺💕 he'd stroke his stomach to reassure us that everything is fine, and that we're perfectly safe inside of him! He's really a kind soul 🥺❤️

Oh I like the idea! We could chill in his belly, maybe to rest after a long day, while he takes care of our p.okemon team as well! They could all play together, he'd give them treats and pets and then the cuddle pile begins xD We'd definitely introduce him to our mons before he eats though, I imagine them going full protective mode if they saw him swallow us down with no context at all xDD and it'd be always lovely to hear him discuss ruins and ancient myths, especially when our beloved p.okemon are there with us!

Omg, now that I think about it, both m.erman!V.olo and n.aga!V.olo sound a bit lonely ;-; the former would be more curious and eager to show us the ancient artefacts he gathered from the bottom of the sea, and take us with him as he talks about them and looks for more 🥺 he knows a good way to keep up safe as he swims underwater, and omgggg, the NOMF as he sends us down would be so adorable!!!

While n.aga!V.olo would relish in spending most of his days on his own, maybe in his cave, if he shared his time and space with us it'd mean we're very special to him! ❤️ Half-sized vore works wonders here, I appreciate when a pred takes longer than usual to gulp down their prey x3 and I bet he'd be so satisfied after we fill his belly! ❤️ He'd definitely lick his lips and he curls up in his coils xD

I imagine he'd be able to send us in his second stomach immediately, but he takes his time to enjoy us in first belly too xD so he doubles the time we get to spend inside of him, hehehe x3 and I bet we'd have even more of his attention, once we've settled in his tail, with all the rubs, the hums and the kisses! x3 that's most likely his favorite spot for us to be, since we're his favorite human 🥺❤️ and we're 100% not coming out for a while xD ❤️ (Mmmmm, I'm definitely not thinking of writing some n.aga!V.olo vore AU rn now, lmao xD)

Oh I had no idea! :O I've only heard people say X./Y are among the worst p.kmn games, I'd love to see what they're gonna include in this new L.egends game! I'm actually intrigued! Plus I liked the combat style and the different gameplay from L.egends: A.rceus, so I can't wait!

#i'm really sorry for making you wait dear anon #i loved this ask and i'm glad we agree on basically everything we've said hehe #i hope you've been doing well in these past few days! i'm sending you hugs and positive energy if you didn't 💕#i love n.aga!v.olo so much now lmao #i think he'd be a little possessive over us and i'm all over it 🥺🥺❤️❤️#he'd be like “you're so nice to me. you know what. i'm keeping you” and then he eats us xD #mmmmmm... n.aga!v.olo brainrot......#thank you for sharing your wonderful ideas again dear v.olo uwu anon!! i appreciate it!!#safe vore #g/t vore #half size vore #endosoma #intestines #v.olo uwu anon #n.aga!volo #m.erman!v.olo #v.olo vore rambles #v0re #my asks

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