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pharawee · 2 years
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Porsche. Khun Kinn loves you so much. Please take care of him.
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southfarthing · 7 months
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don't let go
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needle-noggins · 5 months
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You cannot rip the grief out of you
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giselles-dumping-hat · 5 months
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soooo,, i may have failed to mention a certain something regarding the pmd AU I made :]
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Meet Noel's true/demon form!!! Little Guy
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torgwn · 1 year
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muffets and spiders and food and ribbons (id in alt)
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faithisland · 9 months
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this is actively just malicious.
painting this strawman like we are claiming actual radfem ideology are you fucking kidding me
no one has ever said that. we point out that gay cis men face these same issues, that MOC do, that disabled men do. this is in EVERY. SINGLE. post refuting him.
he is now officially actively intentionally mischaracterizing the transmasc community
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otter-pup · 1 year
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How long has the tentacle been pumping these large eggs into you? It's hard to tell, but it must of been days now. The eggs being laid in your womb has finally stopped, and your belly is an inhumane size. You're more egg and womb than person now, but since you're such a good incubator, you probably don't even care. You're probably just so happy that you're filled with so many eggs.
As the tentacle pulls out, one of the large eggs immediately begin to press down hard and heavy on your cervix. It took so long to get all the eggs inside of you they the rest have had time to incubate. The egg is eventually pushed through your cervix entrance, stretching it so incredibly wide for a moment before entering your cunt. Then the hard part begins.
You'll grunt, whine and push but the egg takes a considerable amount of time to even move a few inches. Eventually it comes out, but it must've taken too long for the larger tentacles liking, as it moves towards you. It's now eggless body wraps around your and your enormous belly and lift you with ease despite your Billy's size. A few smaller tentacles follow, taking initiative to spread your legs. Now that you're not in a reclined position, the eggs can move out easier, but they'll obviously need help.
So the large tentacle presses down harshly on your swelled belly and the eggs are now coming out in much quicker succession. Your poor cervix and cunt don't get a break, as the eggs are lined up so slowly together the tips touch. You lay the eggs, they fall into an ever-growing pile on the tentacles covering the ground.
Each egg presses intensely against your g spot, making you even more overstimulated than before. The aphrodisiacs being pumped down your throat aren't helping with the haze of pleasure either. The thoughts of more eggs being pumped into you after this and how long you'll be laying dominant your mind. But as always, the most prevalent thought is how many more eggs can you fit after this?
As you're laying, the larger tentacles from before descend right in front of your face. They take to running over your body, teasing your chest and poking your nipples. They intentionally rests parts of their bodys where you can see the bumps of the eggs they carry.
And the eggs are much larger, but this newest clutch has taught you that you can't judge the eggs sizes from the outside. After all, you thought the new eggs were just a bit larger, when they infact weren't. The 'smallest' of the five, the first one, has bumps of eggs that seem to be several times larger than the ones your's already laying. The largest one, the fifth one, has bumps so large a single egg inside you seemed like it'd make your belly larger than during the few moments you hadn't been laying these eggs. That was how large the eggs were getting.
The five tentacles pull away eventually, ignoring any whines or pleas you have. They come back to me and a conversation seems to happen, though only my words can be heard. Eventually, I'll turn and look at you.
"All five of them think you're worthy of their clutches, eggslut," I say, loud enough to get your attention. "But you're going to have to choose. They don't feel like sharing you at the same time."
It's adorable hearing you whine before it turns to a moan as you lay another egg. You're such a good eggslut now that the concept of not having multiple tentacles inside your cunt saddens you, but the eggs make up for it. So now it's time to see which of the five tentacles you'll choose, little eggslut.
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my brain can’t handle how big I’ve gotten, completely overwhelmed and so so happy to be a good eggslut carrying this many eggs at once. it makes it that much more disappointing when I feel my body preparing to lay as soon as the tentacle pulls out. i wanted to enjoy being so big and swollen for longer, relish in being such a perfect incubator, but if it’s time for the eggs to be laid already then there’s nothing I can do but accept it.
it’s exhausting even getting the first egg to move a little bit, nevermind getting it fully out of my cunt. im dizzy, out of breath with just one egg. i don’t have the energy to be anything but pliant when the tentacle lifts me up, when others spread my legs—all I can do is let them manhandle me until the big tentacle presses down.
i gasp, crying out as the next egg slips through my cervix, screaming as it’s followed by more. it doesn’t hurt, the amount of stretching liquid id been filled with ensure that, but it’s so much, overstimulating me in seconds. the feeling of each of these massive eggs shoving through my cervix one after another with no break in between is just too much, too good.
my brain is already practically nothing to anyone else, just constantly revolving around the idea of being full, but even to me it feels like mush, barely able to drag it away from the feeling of each egg slipping out of me, occasionally multiple at once when I cum. when I manage it, all i can think about is still just getting more eggs, more of these massive eggs that are too big for me to push out on my own, more, even bigger. part of me wonders if I could get filled with eggs too big for me to lay even with help, leaving me permanently full of massive eggs that might even hatch inside me.
the larger tentacles come into my vision just as I’m thinking about that, and i whimper as I trace my eyes over each of their bumps, a new wave of desperation washing over me. i squirm against the big tentacle squeezing my belly and the smaller ones holding my legs open, trying to spread even wider, wondering if I could take one of them while I’m still laying, knowing I can’t but trying anyways.
they ignore my cunt, focusing on the rest of my body—my steadily-shrinking belly, my held-open thighs, my chest that’s puffy from the stimulation of the smaller tentacles. i whine at each touch, squirming more, the tentacles holding me holding on tighter.
i whine when they pull away, trying to make out pleas through the tentacles in my mouth, but they ignore me. my minds too melted by pleasure to make out your words to them, but i manage to understand what you say to me.
i want to take all of them. i really really want to, i want to be the best eggslut possible, i want my womb to be so full and swollen that i don’t even look human anymore. but you tell me to pick.
i look between them. as desperate as I am, i understand my limits, too. i can’t go straight to the biggest, as much as I want to.
I make the most logical decision I’ve managed since i first became the tentacles incubator, whining and gesturing to the smallest of the five. ill work my way up, ill get my cunt adjusted to bigger and bigger eggs, and then ill take the biggest—ill be a good eggslut and take the biggest and let it fully break me into a completely thoughtless incubator.
i just need to work my way up.
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moonlitkilljoy · 1 year
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@giftober 2022 | day 23: full body
Gotham (2014) Season 3, Episode 17 "The Primal Riddle"
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engie-the-profit · 9 months
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infinites 81-90 i dont care that jackals are smaller than you would think, this bitch is the cn tower compared to most of the cast bc i think its funny. ask me my reasoning for almost any headcanon and it will either be bc i think its funny or youll get a very serious 7 paragraph explanation of my exact train of thought with canon evidence to support my claims. the rare secret third option is i simply like something better a certain way no matter what anyone or anything says. but thats very rare bc i actually really enjoy sticking to canon material tee hee
part 1 part 6 part 7 part 8
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daz4i · 6 months
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most nikodan coded tweet ever
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angelcasendgame · 2 years
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to moving on // ao3
Dean dies peacefully in his sleep. Cas carries him onwards.
"Well shit," Dean says, looking at his body. "Guess I finally kicked the bucket."
He's lying in his favourite spot on the couch with the blanket Jack knit draped over his legs. He's still holding the remote as the westen he wanted to watch plays on the TV. He vaguely remembers growing tired as the commercials droned on before the movie began. He doesn't remember shutting his eyes.
He looks old.
Well, he's been looking old for a while now but there's something about seeing the peace on your own face after passing in your sleep that really makes it sink in.
Old. He laughs, shaky, as he looks at himself. He's old and grey and wrinkly and dead.
It doesn't sound so horrible anymore: death and dying. Maybe it's because he died on his own couch in his own home, the soft green fabric faded and worn out from years of domesticity. He's not bleeding out on a suspicious looking one in a motel or a moth-eaten one from a safe house.
No, Dean passed away on his own couch instead of staring down the end of a barrel. Instead of his throat clamped between a monster's jaws, instead of being thrown across the room or out a window. There was no danger, no threat. No fear gripping his heart before it happened. A peaceful exit. A quiet passage.
He feels Cas before he sees him, the air rippling before the flap of wings signal his presence.
"Hello Dean."
He relaxes at the voice and turns to face his husband. "Hey sweetheart."
Cas smiles at him, a little sad, but full of love. There's a kind of aura to Cas now, a shimmer to the air around him that Dean's never seen before. Side effects of being in the veil, he supposes—seeing more of Cas' trueform.
"I died," Dean says and gestures to his body.
[read the rest on ao3]
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laurzzz · 11 days
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Hmmm might be an odd question but im going through it myself. Feel free to ignore this one.
The boys helping the princess deal with cramps? How would they help?
Hmmm.. cramps, as in, period cramps? Or cramps in general? I'll assume it's the former
I looked it up on Google and apparently back in the 19th century (where I'm loosely basing a lot of the time setting experience) they have these cloth belts that they use as pads. Interesting. Not much immediate information on remedying period cramps so I'll assume it's more on herbal medicine than what we have in the 21st century
But in regards to your question, hmmm. The Assassins are taught a lot of things, they went through and will go through new experiences that humans go through but I don't think they were ever prepared to know about menstruation lol. The reason being plain ignorance, and worry. And once the three of them find out that they also can HURT and that they return EVERY month— oh boy— they were WORRIED.
But a little bit of explaining gets them a long way as now Sun would gladly visit you in your quarters with treats and a hug during these moments; Moon would cuddle with you until you fall asleep or get your mind off of the pain; and Eclipse will do both should the two other Assassins need to run off and work on a mission as the three of them nagged you to stay at home and rest! Although, Eclipse would be the one reading and gathering more information on the hottest and latest remedies for your pains haha, he'd have a new batch of treats and potions for you to try every month and check which would help the most <- this is all set in post-fic!
Also augh, cramps are the WORST. I hope you're able to get rest and stay hydrated at the same time! Thank you for the visit as always <33
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cashmere-caveman · 8 months
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Hanif Abdurraqib, it’s not like nikola tesla knew all of those people were going to die | Anne Carson, H of H Playbook | Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain | Franz Wright, Heaven | Toby Whithouse, shooting script for Being Human S1E1 | Franz Wright, Heaven | Erin Slaughter, I Hope My Salt Lamp is a Weeping Deity | Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog & My Country: The New Age, Episode 16
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#my country: the new age#nam seon-ho#seo hwi#listen guys (gn). the worms have been festering the dots have been connected the illness contracted etc!! this is an exorcism attempt#bro what if we had both been suicidal for years bc we just wanted everything to be over but we repeatedly saved each others lives#even when we were enemies bc even when we were fighting for different visions of this country we were still *each others* countries#and what if in the end we realized we were never meant to be apart in the first place and gave each other permission to finally let go#but gave our deaths meaning by sacrificing our lives so that everyone else could live in a country of peace !!!!#basically what if we went from best friends to enemies to allies to enemies to soulmates and died in each others arms and we were both boys#their dynamic is so. i wanna eat so much dirt i tunnel right through the earth and end up in argentina.#god. GOD. im like 5 years late but is anyone out there still insane like me in pain like me etc hmu#wait maybe i should put some warnings on this bitch uhhh hold on#blood cw#death tw#suicidal ideation cw#<- just in case bc idk how else to tag for the uhhh extremely normal mindset of both of them#i hope thats it? if i missed sth let me know! also if u read this far u'll get to see the business tags i forgot at the top lol#cavetext#mctna#nam seon ho#poetry#seonhwi#caveweb#also u would not Believe the fucking sleuthing i went through to find the source poem for that erin slaughter quote jfc#thats what i get for keeping incomplete notes ig :/#also ive found the franz wright poem as both 'heaven' and 'the heaven' so ?? who knows
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shirogane-oushirou · 29 days
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having a no good very bad health day so i've decided my trainersona DOES in fact have a lugia on standby. as a treat. bc fuck you. 💖
current loose trainersona idea + some art:
they did in fact get through most of the johto league, went hog wild, burned out a bit after all of the Commotion around catching lugia (need to brush up on this, my memory is fuzzy, but i'm firmly in the "there are a bunch of legendaries they're just reclusive and hard to catch" camp so they're not like. taking The One And Only Lugia lol.), took a break to travel for college in kalos, got into a poison sting accident w a nidorino / nidorina while traveling near geosenge (and was saved by wild-but-eventually-partner sawk), and re-joined with their family who had either moved to coumarine in kalos OR wedgehurst in galar.
(i'm planning a swsh replay as ren once i'm done with x so i can compare the Vibes of the two places. also so i can dress him up HEHE.)
they officially retired their league challenge on the basis of permanent damage sustained from the attack. even if they could have somehow physically managed victory road, the brain fog made on-the-fly strategizing basically impossible.
if in coumarine: they're usually either in their family's home at the top of the cliffs, or they've ridden their scolipede down to the harbor to draw.
if in wedgehurst: they're either in their family's home on the outer edge of the town, or they've ridden scolipede to the lake at the end of route 2 to draw. basically "place with fresh air where they can ride their bug horsey to a body of water to draw some landscapes".
undecided if they do streaming on the side or not. after their intense league challenge and their accident they've become a little snippier... a little deadpan snark. but they aren't good at relaying sarcasm, and they DO have good jokes but it takes a while for them to form, so the quick-on-their-feet "sarcastic snarker" jokey archetype of streamer wouldn't work for them -- they just come off as mean unintentionally. and they can't be peppy or actively entertaining or anything. maybe they just stream to an audience of a couple of friends and the occasional stray chatter who finds their stream on accident.
hennywaise! all this to say. i want to ride my bug horsie and fly on my big-hands birdy and sit on the shoulders of my punch guy. i wanna ride a funny little Guy to local towns for a day without it being a whole Ordeal.
i want to be on a date with ren, when it's getting late, and he's like "oh shit how are we gonna get you home safely if the sun's already going down?? dangerous pokemon might be around!!!" i turn to him and say, "oh don't worry about me, i have a safe way home. =v= " i pull out a pokeball, toss it behind me, and out comes a giant shadow of a legendary bird with frightening glowing eyes.
and then i turn to it and its form settles into a big cuddly Wet Bird with Big Hugging Hands and i bunt my head into his head and scritch his chin. ren's on the ground, thoroughly spooked, bc Um Why Does My Frail Partner(???) Have A Legendary Bird In Their Back Pocket Like It's Nothing?? Who Are They Actually?????? and i can turn around and casually smile and reach out to him like "want a ride?" while he's still having a Moment.
like this:
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....... i didn't mean for this to turn into a mini illust, i was just gonna scribble a little bit, but i mean... hey. neat. teehee. i might post this separately once i have everything figured out. who knows. shrug.
ALSO: working on back-tagging for poke!ren and poke!ro, so once that's done and i'm 10000% sure i want to stick with those tags, i'll make a post with a few tags for potential blacklisting.
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madefate · 30 days
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alive! exhausted.
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soomanymoths · 5 months
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CrinklyTinfoil bs
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Just a collection of receipts since krys decided to go ahead and spew such backwards bs im no longer willing to keep this to myself - i only did in the first place because crinkles spouse (nightjarteeth) asked me to keep it tucked away for a while (Night is aware of the events and supports me in the situation last i checked). Crinkle really hates the idea of their behavior backfiring & someone they hurt speaking about the experience. They will do anything to discredit people, doesnt matter if they caused the sitch in the 1st place. Its all about appearances, distorting events and grasping at straws for them. If you're their reader and you choose to believe them - remember they were comfortable pulling wool over the eyes of their spouse and someone they called a "dear friend". Ask yourself why anyone else would be exempt from this. I might update this when i have more time on my hands.
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