MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[anonymous-gooner-potato]

INTRO POST

You can call me Potat or Gooney (although those are not my usual user names), I use she/her (I don't mind they/them, but being called a she grants me a great joy) and this is the blog that stays between me, you and GOD himSELF

And just is it clear, THIS IS A SPACE FOR ME AND MY FELLOW ADULTS TO ENJOY THE ADULT CONTENT AND MINORS ARE NOT ALLOWED - Don't follow this blog if you're a minor (under 18), please - for the sake of everyone, stay away

My fandoms and fav parings are:

Blog's Boundaries:

No minors allowed - STAY AWAY FFS

Everything I talk about in here are bout the CHARACTERS not CONTENT CREATORS

On top of that, if you happen to be a content creator, please leave this blog - its for the comfortablity of us both to nit interact what's so ever, so please. Leave.

I won't be touching the topic of non-con as a kink - Im not comfortable with it at all and would prefer to avoid it, thank you very much

🦇 Vampires smp (Bloodletting, Firelocke)

🚦Life Series (Scarian, Ranchers, Gempearl and many more)

🎪The Amazing digital circus (Funnybunny, Ragapom and Funnybunnydoll)

🐴Cowboys smp (Hellfire)

My all time fav/otp is Majorwood (Scott + Martyn)🪸🗡️

This post will expand and change with time

My currtent brainrot is Bloodletting 💉🦇

If you made it this far, you need to know that you are amazing, even if you don't feel like that currently - you are very strong and deserve to heal. To love and to be loved. You are worth it. You matter.

Please never give up 💕

[laterkiss]

happy pride to my favourite post on reddit

[venusplanttafterhours]

Hello! do you have thoughts on v!Sausage?

He doesn’t get a lot of content anywhere lol, my only idea is him getting someone to help test things for his books

I have many thoughts about Sausage, actually I have many, if not just some thoughts about everyone in vsmp maybe I'll talk about that soon 👀

But for Sausage he definitely likes watching and also getting people together to see "how they'll fit"/"how they'll work?"

But Venus what the fuck does that supposed to mean? I hear you ask.

It's of Sausage just pairing people up and trying to get them to be together or do stuff together for the sake of it or to see if his ideas for his story would work. I know I make no sense but imagine it kinda like a matchmaker system?

I also think Sausage has this facade of him being the biggest whore ever, he's so blunt, not shy at all, you want him to suck you? He will do it right there and right now... Just one tiny, itsy, bitsy, problem... Sausage is a virgin he's never done ANYTHING before (I think it's fun)

I also think Sausage probably likes ropes a bit too much. He wants them on his body he likes the rough feel and the marks it leaves on his body, the being at the mercy of the other(s) is also exciting to him but hey, he's never done it he only watched!

I also think Sausage has eroticas under his belt in a different pen name that a certain fanfic lover enjoyed reading. Maybe they can bond over that as well!

[anonymous-gooner-potato]

Bro wants a concept of sex, but then he comes to realisation like "wait, oH SHIT, THIS IS REAL!? PEOPLE WANT THAT!?" and it takes him never to realise that he is, in fact, asexual as FUU–

[skyberia]

[transgender-colon-three]

[asexual-domme]

Things to Say to Someone in Top Drop/Dom Drop

I’m okay

I love you

Thank you

It’s alright

I’m not hurt

I’m not hurt too badly

You’re lovely/wonderful/kind

I enjoyed it

It was worth it

Take your time

Do you need anything?

Do you want a cuddle?

Do you want me to get dressed/take the collar off/put the crop away?

Do you want to talk about it?

I’m here

You’re not a bad person

Top drop/dom drop usually comes from shock, guilt or insecurity about the way you have just treated someone whose well-being you care about very much. Like sub drop, it is usually accompanied by a fall in endorphins and general energy levels. Especially for aces (who I find have a greater need to be in the right mindset/’zone’ for play and intimacy), a ‘snap’ moment where you break out of play mode can throw you emotionally, and the end of play causes a similar reassessment or double-take at what happened during the scene.

Dominants in drop require the same kind of care as subs, but a different kind of reassurance.

[one-1-fucker-deactivated2021052]

I don’t know if I’ve reblogged this before, but here it is again

[gfdnow]

As someone who has experienced Dom drop before I cannot stress this enough. Not ever.

Doms do and say a lot of shit sometimes, most of the time it is not an accurate reflection of who we are or at least it is not ALL we are.

I need to know you are ok but I also need to feel like a person after everything is over, so let me hug you and kiss you and give you head pats to show you I care, that I love you.

That I am human.

And you care about me too.

I remember someone in here saying something along the lines of “ I’m not a kink dispensary” and I didn’t completely understand back then, but now I sadly do.

Please just give a fuck about people.

[deadbatzine]

Hi everyone! Given the recent news of allegations that include AvidMc, we thought it prudent to put out a statement on how we'll be handling their character's inclusion in the zine. Although we may not want to associate with Avid the CC anymore, as a project about VSMP--a linear-narrative-based and roleplay-heavy series--we would find it inappropriate and impossible to limit the depiction of one of the cast. Additionally, as we are not including RPF, Avid's character in this zine will not be associated with nor supportive of real-life-Avid's actions.

We will be allowing art and fic that mention or that center Avid's character. Disrespect to contributors who choose to engage with him as a character will not be allowed. We will be considering if a content tag for works that heavily feature Avid is warranted in the final zine, especially if it depicts abuse. As a dead-dove zine, we don't want to limit the portrayal of any content, but will tag it accordingly. If you have any questions about these decisions, the askbox is always open! Stay safe <3

[mcytredacted]

pyroscythe tiddies.... biiig badonkadonks...... mesmerizing..........

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[mcytredacted]

dr. legundo in thigh-highs. cou ghs. covid

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[sm-baby]

Do you plan to make more NSFW Bunnydoll content?

i can draw some for yall rq

[sm-baby]

Weeee!

softmushroombaby (@softmushroombaby)

Check out softmushroombaby's commissions and portfolio! | Call me Mei! Filipino Artist! She/her pronouns! I do a lot of character design, a

[moonarune]

Grumbo sketch dump!!!!

⚠️Warning ⚠️ it gets progressively more suggestive as you go on lol

[bigwarmround]

hey hypno people, you've GOT to start putting flashing warnings on shit

thankfully I don't have a seizure reaction to it, but it gives me a damn bad headache

part of being kinky is knowing what will actually HARM people, and those flashing gifs can send someone into a seizure, which, among other, less bad things, could potentially kill them 🤷🏻

so maybe think about that when posting/reblogging hypno stuff. carry on! just take care of your fellow kinksters 💜

and please REBLOG this to spread it around, likes are lovely, but dont get the message to any other blogs

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

the newest hit on my island

[theseuss-egregiouszones]

Friend talking about their cult of the lamb save, describing how they're making characters after vsmp characters. Anytime someone dies they just make the next follower that person. There's been 6 Docs. I can't tell if that's Owen's dream or nightmare. 6 of them? In one place? At once? Well, not at the same time, but the resurrection ritual is real. Guys we should put Owen in a room with 6 Docs

[powcreations]

Pow creations have changed their pfp and banner!

[venusplantt]

Still want a taste?

In which Avid "shows" how to smoke from a pipe to Abolish (Hey, Pyro is also here, watching)

Inspired by this lovely, lovely work of Sabi (@thisiswasabis)

TW/ (just in case) Smoking

The cabin smelled like herbs, burnt sugar, and alcohol strong enough to strip paint from wood. Avid had been hunched over the workbench for hours. Glass tubes cluttered every surface, some bubbling softly over low flame, others filled with liquids in shades no normal drink should ever possess. Notes covered half the table in cramped handwriting, ratios, temperatures, ingredient substitutions scratched out so aggressively the paper had nearly torn through.

Renhardt wanted something new for the bar. Something refined. Something expensive enough that nobles would brag about drinking it. And Avid, stupidly, had agreed. Now the numbers refused to cooperate.

Too bitter.

Too weak.

Too much burn at the finish.

He rubbed both hands over his face with a groan, fingers dragging down slowly before tangling into his hair hard enough to pull at the roots.

“Fuck’s sake…”

The flask on the table hissed. Avid glared at it as it had personally insulted him. Maybe he needed more juniper. Less oak infusion. Or maybe the entire damned thing should be poured into the river.

His head pounded. The old tightness sat heavy behind his ribs again, that restless, crawling pressure that always came when he thought too much, remembered too much, felt too much.

Elle’s face flashed in his head before he could stop it. Blood on her mouth. Her hands around his wrists. The stake driving through her chest.

Avid inhaled sharply and stood so abruptly the stool screeched across the floor. “Nope,” he muttered to himself. “Not dealing with that tonight.”

He shoved away from the workbench and headed outside through the back door of the cabin. Cold night air hit his face immediately. The woods stretched dark and quiet behind the cabin, grass swaying softly under moonlight. Crickets chirped somewhere farther out, and the distant sounds from Renhardt’s bar drifted faintly through the trees.

Avid leaned against the railing with a long exhale. Then he reached into his coat. The pipe appeared in practiced movements. 

Quick.

Easy.

Muscle memory.

He packed it carefully, lit it, and inhaled deeply enough for the ember to glow bright orange. The smoke filled his lungs, warm and familiar. Steadying.

Not an addiction. Not really. He could stop whenever he wanted.

Probably.

Avid tipped his head back slightly, eyes shut as the tension finally loosened from his shoulders inch by inch.

One hand held the pipe near his mouth while the other pressed against his forehead, thumb rubbing slowly like he could massage the calculations back into place.

“Twenty percent rye…” he muttered under his breath. “No, because then the sweetness dies…”

His shirt hung open far more than usual. Normally, Avid kept himself covered almost obsessively, buttoned to the throat, sleeves rolled properly, every inch neat and controlled.

Not tonight. Tonight, several buttons had been abandoned somewhere in the middle of his frustration. The bandages wrapped tightly around his neck were still visible, stark pale fabric against skin, but beneath them the exposed line of his collarbone disappeared into the shadow of his chest. Just enough visible to become distracting.

Very distracting.

His ponytail had half fallen apart from repeatedly dragging his hands through it. Loose strands framed his face messily, softening the sharpness he usually carried.

He looked tired. Warm. Undone. And neither of the men approaching him knew what to do with that.

Pyro slowed first. Abolish nearly walked into him. The two stood a few feet away unnoticed while Avid remained entirely consumed by muttering formulas to himself between slow drags from the pipe.

Pyro’s throat went dry. There was something unfair about this. Avid wasn’t trying to look attractive. That was the problem. He just… did. 

The open shirt.

The low rasp in his voice.

The smoke curling around him in pale ribbons.

The way the moonlight caught against the scars on his hands.

Pyro adjusted his tie subtly, fingers slipping beneath the collar for air. Beside him, Abolish crossed his arms with forced indifference. Pyro glanced sideways immediately.

“Oh, you’re affected too,” he whispered smugly.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Abolish.”

“I’m observing.”

“You loosened your tie.”

“I am breathing.”

Pyro bit back a grin. Avid inhaled again, eyes narrowed in concentration. Then he muttered, frustrated, “Maybe if I distilled the second fermentation separately—”

“Avid.”

He startled violently. Smoke caught in his throat and sent him coughing as he spun toward them. “Jesus Christ— how long have you two been standing there?”

“Not long,” Pyro lied instantly.

Abolish remained silent, which was essentially confirmation. Avid narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“You’re both weird.”

“You look stressed,” Pyro said.

“I am stressed.”

“The drink?”

“The drink. The math. Ren wanting ‘something sophisticated.’” Avid made air quotes with visible irritation. “What does that even mean? Alcohol is alcohol.”

“That is deeply untrue,” Abolish replied.

Avid pointed the pipe at him. “You’re rich. Your opinion is invalid.”

Pyro laughed. Avid took another drag before realizing both of them were still staring. “…What?”

“Nothing,” Pyro answered much too quickly.

Abolish looked away first, adjusting his cuffs now with perfect composure despite the faint flush creeping up the back of his neck. Avid’s eyes narrowed harder.

Then slowly…

Very slowly…

He looked down at himself. The open shirt. The loose hair. The pipe. “…Oh my god.” Pyro finally cracked, laughing into his hand. Avid groaned and covered part of his face immediately. “Don’t make it weird.”

“You made it weird by accidentally looking like that,” Pyro said.

“I look homeless.”

“You look attractive,” Abolish corrected calmly.

The silence afterward was devastating. Avid stared at him. Pyro stared at him. Even Abolish looked mildly betrayed by his own honesty. Then Avid barked out a startled laugh, shaking his head as smoke curled past his mouth again.

“You two are unbelievable.”

Avid eyed them suspiciously for another second before sighing through his nose. Then, with complete casualness, he held the pipe out between them. “Want some?”

Pyro blinked. Abolish stared at the pipe like it had suddenly become a complicated weapon. Avid stared at the way Abolish held the pipe for a long moment. Then he slowly pinched the bridge of his nose. “Abolish.”

“What?”

“You’re tilting it.”

“I am holding it.”

“You’re dumping the tobacco out.”

Abolish immediately straightened the pipe upright. Too late. A small sprinkle of loose ash and half-burnt tobacco had already scattered onto the wooden railing.

Pyro made a strangled noise beside them before dissolving into laughter. “Oh, this is devastating for your image.”

Abolish looked deeply unimpressed. “I’ve never claimed expertise in peasant hobbies.”

“Peasant hobbies,” Avid repeated incredulously. “You sound like Scott.”

Despite himself, though, he was grinning. A real grin this time, wide enough to show teeth as he reached over and took the pipe back carefully from Abolish’s hands.

“Here,” he said, voice softer now. “Watch.” The two of them did. Very closely.

Avid tapped the pipe gently against the railing first, dumping the loose ash with practiced ease. The movement was absentmindedly elegant, the kind born from doing something hundreds of times. Then he checked the tobacco with his thumb. Still enough left.

He pulled a small lighter from his pocket, cupping the flame against the night breeze as he relit the bowl. Warm amber light flickered over his face briefly, catching against the loose strands of hair falling from his ponytail.

Pyro’s attention snagged helplessly on the sight. The open collar. The bandages around Avid’s throat. The concentration in his eyes.

God.

Avid inhaled slowly to get the tobacco burning evenly, the ember glowing rich orange beneath the dark. Smoke curled upward around his face in soft pale streams. Then he leaned back against the railing again, exhaling through his nose. “There,” he said.

Abolish watched the smoke leave his mouth with an intensity that was becoming increasingly difficult to disguise.

Avid noticed. His eyes flicked between them once before amusement curled slowly at the corner of his lips.

“Still want a taste?”

Pyro opened his mouth immediately. Avid ignored him completely. Instead, he stepped toward Abolish. Not rushed. Not teasing, this time.

Something quieter settled into his expression as he held the pipe between two fingers and inhaled deeply once more. Then he passed the pipe into Pyro’s startled hands without even looking away from Abolish.

“Hold this.” Pyro took it automatically.

Avid moved closer. Close enough that Abolish could feel the warmth coming off his skin despite the cold night air. 

For once, Abolish looked uncertain. Not nervous exactly. Just caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of it.

Avid’s hand rose slowly, fingers brushing against the front of Abolish’s coat before lightly curling there. Grounding himself. Or grounding Abolish. Maybe both.

“Avid,” Abolish started quietly.

Avid kissed him before he could finish. Soft at first. The kind of kiss that barely existed for a second before becoming something deeper. Warm lips against his. Careful pressure. The faint taste of smoke and herbs lingering on Avid’s mouth.

Abolish inhaled sharply in surprise, and Avid used the moment to exhale the smoke between them directly into his mouth. It slipped warm across Abolish’s tongue as the kiss deepened.

Not rushed. Not messy. Just unbearably intimate.

Avid’s fingers tightened slightly in the fabric of Abolish’s coat while smoke curled around their faces in pale ribbons, disappearing into the night air around them.

Abolish made the quietest sound low in his throat. Completely involuntary. His hand came up instinctively to Avid’s waist, gripping there firmly like he needed something solid to hold onto.

The pipe in Pyro’s hand crackled softly. Neither of them noticed.

Avid pulled back barely an inch, enough for the last traces of smoke to leave his lips against Abolish’s mouth. Their foreheads almost touched.

Abolish looked genuinely stunned. Not dramatic. Not flustered beyond recognition. Just… undone for a brief, fragile second. 

His usually composed expression had softened entirely. Eyes darker. Breathing uneven. Avid looked at him for half a heartbeat before breaking into a quiet laugh under his breath.

“There,” he murmured softly. “That’s how you do it.”

Pyro, still holding the pipe uselessly off to the side, stared at both of them in absolute disbelief. “…I think I just watched a murder.”

[anonymous-gooner-potato]

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[mmmassacre]

◠◠ mythical sausage + the preacher ┈┈ ♱

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wonder how preacher feels about martyn and sausage harassing him all the time (sketch below cut)

[rly-normal-abt-pires]

Anyway i am entertained that one of the thoughts i come back to the most is "abolish the dog trainer"