Floral by Pascal Volk

Rusty Dragon by Bernie Emmons Via Flickr: Macro f/22.0 Shepton, TX # 403

Forgot to mention I had a dream about Dr. Ratio last night that was on brand of him.

I dreamt he locked himself from being free for me unless I solved 10 statistics problems correctly. (Context: I took business statistics last semester and did okay).

He kept telling me to “use my brain”, “surely, you have the capabilities to solve these problems on your own,” and “ten points, try again. Drill the concepts into your head. Think.”

Then I woke up.

Welp i rlly love Vr chat- i was chilling in a g/t furry safespace and usually nobodys there so i was just explorin a big table and pretending to be trapped in a bottle as one does ...

when suddenly a big appears!! I was hesitant to get their attention in case they were shy or joined on accident, but they came right up to me and waved, i actually startled a bit and kinda jumped at their sudden proximity, just like in the stories, not even joking 🤩

but then I waved back and then they kinda loomed over me for a sec and I think they were patting me on the head @w@ I was a bit flustered so i just did a little happy dance and then we waved goodbye n they left.... First ever G/t experience in Vr and I was absloutely flabergasted and astounded and now I cannot wait for G/t con in vrchat and im just so happy rn.

I think they was happy too and im so glad I was a little guy there to make their dreams come tru as well ✨

uwu

Yumeji

@ Dragana Dimitrijević

Me: read a wholesome g/t fic about HL being 8 feet tall

Me a minute later: yes and! Now make him 25 -no!- 100 feet tall, and reader was brought in for very dangerous sexwork, and and make it NC-17, and tongue action, and insane body warmth, and sitting astride an erection like giddyup and and and and and

where the fuck is my mind going when I have a fever, let’s not specify anything further lest someone on tumblr sees this and I out myself as a sick fuck.

"by allah you people are dogs" meme for wereverse. is that anything.

it........is.........EVERYTHING

I dream in purple x x 

Blümchen by Pascal Volk

Die Walderdbeeren sind reif by Achim Kluck Via Flickr: Sie ist keine Wildform der Gartenerdbeere. Die Walderdbeere (Fragaria vesca) liefert nicht nur köstliche Beeren zum Naschen, sondern sie wird außerdem auch als Heilpflanze verwendet. OM-1 mit M.Zuiko ED 90mm f3.5 Macro + MC-14 - Stack aus 84 Einzelaufnahmen mit Helicon Focus - Naturlicht - Stativ Fundort: Deutschland - OWL - NSG Holter Wald 11.07.2023

Propaganda under the cut

"I love it when you get big :)" macro dream has that eldritch horror sexy pairs well with tentacles and deep sea/cosmic terror. Theres a overwhelming presence with him that only seems to worsen once its realized this is still,, small, to him and the vast nature of his form.

Dolly dream is something that can be SO personal actually i want him in that teacup bath with the big strawberry. Dream of the endless in little lace doll dresses. Imagine.

One time I had a dream.

This is a rare event for me. When I dream, as everyone does, I almost never remember it. But one time, I had a dream, and it was the coolest, most self-indulgent power fantasy of a dream.

I dreamed that one day, aliens showed up. They told everyone they were offering their scientific and medical expertise in an effort to uplift Earth to join the galactic community. One of the things they offered was a form of therapy for dysphoria and similar conditions that would let people become who they really were.

The US government was like "fuck it, let's let the freaks volunteer for alien experiments, it's not like we give a fuck" and I was one of the volunteers.

It turned out that "becoming who you really were" was kind of a ridiculously limitless thing, because their entire purpose was to unleash people's potential in a sort of pandimensional way, and what it did was turn me into one of my fursonas.

I remember realizing what they had done, that they had turned me into a ridiculously powerful size- and shape-shifting physical goddess type, because that was my main fursona, and I woke up with the thought "I'm gonna get so big."

When I woke up and told my wife about this dream, she was like "not in the apartment you're not!"

Bad Dreams for Billy

This is a little short snippet I wrote based on a suggestion from @clouddreamer101. It’s a tiny, slightly dark and slightly fluffy ship-fic for my Twisted Wonderland OC, Billy Geant, and his OC, Harmonia A’Capella - based on Willie the Giant and the Singing Harp, respectively. I WAS planning to save major ship writing for these two for some later, larger works, buuut this idea was too nice for me to pass up. XD WARNING: This story gets a liiiiittle bit darker in at least one place than most of my TW pieces do. Just a tiny bit. Nightmares aren’t meant to be pleasant.

It’s mostly cute though, I think. :) Hopefully at least some of you enjoy!

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WUBBLE-WUBBLE. Harmonia A’Capella’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times and scrubbed at his eyes…then let out a soft “eeping” noise as he felt the surface beneath him ripple and quake, as if he were laying upon a bed of gelatin. The Royal Sword student sat up, with a very slight blush. He was resting, dressed in blue and white pajamas, atop a bare belly bigger than any bed. The blonde adjusted his hearing aid and looked up towards the source of the quaking, as well as his host. It was a Friday night, and ever since the pair had gotten into a relationship, Friday nights were always spent in the same place for Harmonia. That place was Billy Geant’s house in the Kingdom Above the Clouds. Sometimes, Billy’s expression when sleeping was a peaceful one, a blissful little smile that spoke of sweet dreams. On frequent nights, the topless giant drooled into his pillow, snoring till the whole room shook. These sights would typically bring a smile, perhaps even a giggle, out of Harmonia. In that moment, however, there was nothing like that. Concern shone in the harp-singer’s eyes, which shimmered like gold coins beneath a wishing well’s translucent pool. The overweight titan’s slumbering face was twisted and contorted into a most unpleasant expression; even with his eyes closed, various emotions, all of them negative, could be detected. Anger, sorrow…but most alarmingly, and most evidently, fear. The fear was accompanied by increasingly violent shuddering, which was the cause of the wobbling of his bare gut. Harmonia quickly pressed down the blush that came from the jiggling beneath his hands and knees. Worry flooded his whole soul. Billy was muttering under his breath…no. Not muttering. Whimpering. Perhaps even pleading. “Billy?” whispered Harmonia. Billy keened and shook his head in his sleep, still trapped in whatever bad dream plagued his brain. “Billy!” Harmonia called out more loudly, and thumped the giant belly beneath him to try and get the ogre’s attention. “Billy, wake up!”

Tears slipped into the corner’s of the giant’s scrunched up eyes. Harmonia made out two words. Just two words, barely comprehensible through the whines and rattling teeth… “Please…don’t…” Harmonia’s expression now took on a hint of fear of its own, and he took a steeling breath. He closed his eyes…and when he opened them, the optic orbs were glowing. Then, a hum…just a hum…flowed from the young music master’s lips. He rubbed the belly beneath him in a soothing manner, as the music thrummed in his chest and whistled through his nostrils. The melody was gentle, but rousing, sort of the opposite of a lullaby. Steadily, the giant’s quaking stilled…then, the whimpers stopped. After a few moments, Harmonia let his eyes return to normal…and at the same time, Billy’s own baby blue eyes opened up. They were brimming with tears as he lifted his head. “My…my treasure?” he peeped, in a voice remarkably small for somebody currently the size of a barge. “Yes. I’m here,” promised Harmonia, with a tender smile. Billy let out a sigh, and then let his head drop back onto the pillow. The sound was shaky, deeply unsettled. He lifted one huge hand to his head, rubbing his scalp as if his skull ached. “Nightmare,” he mumbled. “I guessed that,” Harmonia nodded. “It felt so real,” Billy murmured, and shivered again, the memories still quite fresh. “They usually do,” whispered Harmonia, in a tone that indicated many years of vivid experience. Billy just grunted, and sighed through his nose. A sad look was on his round face as he carefully sat up a bit in bed, using a hand to steady Harmonia and make sure the little one wouldn’t tumble off his belly. “I’m sorry I woke you, Harmonia,” he said, quietly. “It’s no problem, big guy,” the harp assured him, and sat on the stomach of the colossus, cross-legged. He tilted his head and urged gently, “Want to talk about it?” Billy bit his lip…then took a breath. He let it out heavily; Harmonia decided NOT to comment on the smell as it washed over him. There were more important things to worry about now. “I…I woke up. In the dream. And…you weren’t there,” Billy said, in an unusually tiny voice. Harmonia just stared back, evenly. “Is that all?” he asked, in a tone not unlike a doctor consulting their patient. Billy shook his heavy head. “Nuh-uh,” he confirmed, mournfully. “I got out of bed to go look for you. And…and I was s-searching all over my home, I-I even went down into the basement! B-But…but n-no matter where I looked, no matter how loudly I called your name, you weren’t there! You weren’t anywhere!” Harmonia lay down on his own stomach, hugging Billy’s gut as much as he could. “I’m here now,” he said, reassuringly. Billy offered a small, gap-toothed smile, but it only lasted a second or two. “Y-Yeah, but…it got worse…” “How?” “Well…when I realized you weren’t anywhere, I went to find the portal downstairs. To…to where all you little guys live, right? And…and the portal wasn’t anywhere! I scrambled around, I-I even asked other giants if they knew a way down, and none of them would answer me! They wouldnt’t LOOK at me! It was…it was like they didn’t even know I was there. And the more I looked, the smaller I felt…it…it felt like…like everything was GROWING around me. I’ve…I’ve never felt so…so…” He paused, searching for a word. “Insignificant?” suggested Harmonia. “...I was gonna say ‘little,’” Billy said, with a wry little giggle. The humor soon evaporated as he continued: “Finally, I spotted a beanstalk. I was so excited, I nearly knocked it down trying to climb back down to the world below! A-And I didn’t even know where I’d end up, I just had to try and find you! I had to find a way down! I got so excited, because I-I saw that Sage’s Island was j-just below! I was gonna see you again! I was gonna see all my little friends!” A haunted sort of look came to Billy’s eyes. His gaze shifted. He wasn’t looking at Harmonia anymore, and the harp boy could tell. He said nothing. Simply listened and embraced. “Then I got to the bottom,” Billy said, his voice going cold and dead. “And…I saw…footprints. Giant footprints. Everywhere. And I mean…everywhere. Trees were wrecked. There were no animals to be heard or seen or smelled anywhere. It was like another ogre had just gone on a rampage down there. I got worried all over again. I went…I went to my school, hoping I could ask my little friends what happened, a-and maybe get some help finding you.” Billy went very quiet. Harmonia let him be silent for a few moments, before using one hand to stroke the stomach’s curve up and down. “What did you find?” he asked. “Nothing. No one,,” Billy answered, ominously. “Not a sign of life. I couldn’t see or smell anybody. The castle was in ruins. Like it had been hit with a wrecking ball seven times. The statues were rubble. The track field was a barren plain.” “Barren plain?” smirked Harmonia. “Vil’s rubbing off on you again, isn’t he?” His smirk faded as Billy continued, as if Geant had not heard Harmonia. The giant was lost in his own disturbed memory. “I called out every name I could think of, all the students and teachers I knew. No one answered. Not even the Prefect, or Ace, or Deuce, or little Grimmy…I…I started screaming. Just screaming. Just desperate for somebody, ANYBODY, to hear me. I asked where you had all gone…” Billy whimpered louder than ever. The shivering began again, and the tears began to dribble down his cheeks. “Then…then I f-found some water, and…and I looked in…and…and my…m-my…my reflection…my teeth…oh, Gods, there was so much blood…” Billy sobbed and covered his face, breaking down into tears. Harmonia’s face changed to one of pity and deepest concern. He remained silent as Billy cried to himself. He didn’t speak, just let Billy cry. After several moments, Harmonia piped up again. “Billy?” The giant sniffled and uncovered his face. His cheeks were stained with tears, and his eyes were still misty. “Billy…I’m still here,” he vowed. “And I’m not going anywhere. I’d never abandon you. And I’d never think you were ‘little.’ I mean…kind of hard to do that with a super big guy like you, isn’t it?” Billy gave only the tiniest smile a giant could offer in reply. Harmonia smiled back and patted the ogre’s tummy. “I also know you. You wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t hurt any of your friends.” “I could,” Billy responded, then gave a look askance. “I…very nearly have…a couple of times…” “Nearly,” reminded Harmonia. “And all those times were when you weren’t fully in control of your actions, or genuinely just didn’t intend it. Can YOU think of any reason you’d hurt any of us, willingly, now?” Billy bit his lip…then slowly shook his head. “I…I guess not,” he said, sniffling a second time. Harmonia smiled his most encouraging smile, and pressed on Billy’s upper stomach. Somehow, the giant interpreted the action…and lay back, carefully and slowly, resting once more on the bed. With the giant laying down once again, Harmonia slid down the curve of the stomach, and crawled across the big boy’s diaphragm. He rested upon the firm, tough pectorals of the burly big’un, where he could feel Billy’s heartbeat pounding beneath his hands. It was rather rapid. Harmonia rubbed one hand over the giant’s powerful chest, and then lay down, giving a chaste kiss to the crevice between the pectorals. He smirked as he heard Billy peep at the intimate little action; he knew the giant was blushing even without looking up at him. “You’re not a monster, Billy,” he said. “And none of us are leaving. Certainly not me. You’re stuck with me, you big baby. And that’s final.” “You promise?” the giant childishly checked. “Cross my heart, hope to cry, slap your belly ‘cause it’s fine,” twittered the harp, with a wink. Billy let out a soft, wet-sounding giggle…then tenderly cupped a hand over his chest. Over Harmonia. His heartbeat began to steady. “Thank you, my little treasure,” he said, gratefully. “No need for thanks, big boy.” “Still gonna,” Billy insisted. “Eh. Guess I’ve gotta live with it then,” shrugged Harmonia. Another giggle, a bit louder, left Billy’s mouth. There was a pause. Then… “Um…Harmonia?” “Mm-hm?” “Could…could you please…sing for me? I…I think…maybe a lullaby will help me sleep without any more bad dreams?” Harmonia smiled with pure love in his eyes. He snuggled against Billy’s chest, eyes closed as he refocused his power. “My pleasure, Billy,” he said. His eyes regained their golden glow…and soon, Billy Geant found himself slipping into a world of much more beautiful thoughts, as the familiar lullaby wound its way into his mind. No giant could ever have a bad dream when graced by the voice of the magic harp. “In my favorite dream, everyone is so delightful…”