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Here's where you can find my writing:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This includes: But I'm Just the Pizza Man, Belth Variant, Don't Eat That, and Neon. Included is my SFW (for now?) story: Burn the Endless Night (which is a complete and more serious reset of Alien Guts) (Do not go into expecting kink, cuz it's not there)
in a mood this morning and decided to write something based off a little RP my girl (@hunniehalo) and I have been writing. Anyway, enjoy the show!
Meridian stared at her wife, her plump legs pushed apart by her globular belly that sat between her legs. Her skin bathed in blue moon light. Blood trickled down her black corset. The metal buttons already broken and flung across the room. Meridian growled as the moon rose higher, hunger gnawing at her mind as she watched her wife devour her meal.
5 Blood bags. All in one sitting.
Most vampires needed only one-two a week, typical human transfusion. The older you got the less you needed. Some could even go years before they fed. And yet, sat her greedy wife, devouring five in one sitting. Enough to send an adult human into some kind of shock. Her wife, who was one of those old vampires who didn't need to feed for a century if she so desired. Her wife, a goddess. Though she was too shy to accept the tittle. Meridian didn't care, her wife was a goddess.
Her wife, whose honey walnut like skin bathed in blood right now. Her wife, whose breast had to sit upon her fertility status belly because she drank so much. Her wife's face cherubic, and panting and moaning as she consumed so much blood already on top of the venison steak, an entire pan of strawberry blood pudding, and strawberry blood cake her wife cooked for her the night before.
Her wife giggled. She rubbed her belly, sharp black claws beautifully attached to chubby hands. She played with the jiggly dome she referenced as her belly, shaking the fat underneath because that's all that had enough give. The chains binding Meridian to their bedroom wall started giving way bending underneath her strength. The strength of a werewolf on a blue moon. Her wife had wiggle her fat hips before managing to get up. She huffed throwing her jet black hair to the side. She waddled on her little feet to Meridian.
Meridian's mouth filled with drool, analyzing her beautiful, her beautiful prey. The scent of blood made her ache to tear something asunder. Oh, but her wife? Her wife made her want to make the most gut-wrenching and rearranging sex of their lives. Her wife edged closer, the scent of caradmon, cloves, and vanilla mixed in with blood. It was driving Meridian crazy. Warmth gathered in her pussy, pulsating with need. She growled, desperate for food, for access to her mate. Her claws gently scraped her scalp, slowly, before stretching out to give her head scratches.
"Oh, my poor baby. So hungry, and aroused for me."
"Viviene," Meridian growls. To any passerby, it sounded like a threat. Like a monster ready to devour its prey. To Viviene, it meant she had her prey right where she wanted her.
"Shhh, pretty girl, mama gonna take good care of her."
Viviene did have to maneuver a bit with this. Her belly was so full she was pretty sure she'd throw up if she tried laying on it. But riling up her wife was always worth it. So instead, she got on her side, forced her wife's legs apart, to make room for her head and pulled off her underwear. Slowly, Viviene stroke her wife's thighs, teased her vulva, before sucking on her clitoris.
The metal chains tore. Plaster flew from the wall. Her wife stared her down, eyes large, black, and unyielding. Viviene giggled. That certainly did it. Her wife's hands transformed from their typically slender state to large hairy paws with claws at the end. Viviene continued sucking as her wife's body enlarged with the transformation.
A rough claw gripped Viviene's head, demanding her presence on the clitoris. Viviene sucked harder, causing a roar that shook their very room. Meridian would be so upset about having to reinforce the wall...again. But Viviene knew that non-typical full moons such as blue or red ones often left her wife especially grumpy and achy. So, at the very least this was what she did to make the transformation...more pleasurable.
Rough groans filled the air as the shoved hand grew in crushing weight and suddenly stopped. Viviene could hear every muscle stretching, tearing, and fusing stronger. Her bones lengthening, breaking, and building back. The way her skin stretched and the hair follicles popping underneath. It sounded so painful and to not further her wife's pain Viviene licked her clitoris slowly.
She couldn't pop off seeing as her wife clearly wanted her there but she did slow down her pace, licked it, slowly drew her fangs over it. The scent of her wife, sandalwood, amber, and mint struck her nose mixed in with animal musk. An orgasm shuddered the large body and the hand popped off. Meridian had laid back against the pillows, shuddering and softly whimpering.
"Good girl," Viviene muttered. Meridian tiredly licked her face, licked the blood clean off her.
Viviene moaned and blushed. Meridian's stomach growled. Viviene grinned, revealing pearlescent canines in the moonlight. She shook her wife's empty belly. "Now, it's your turn to get stuffed."
(lemme know if yall wanna see more with these two!)
thinking about _____ and _____ fucking. Hmm....
sometimes (okay, all the time) I like watching older movies to look for ( or add) gay or poly subtext.
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
under 18, AI is a net positive
under 18, AI is a net negative
18-29, AI is a net positive
18-29, AI is a net negative
30-45, AI is a net positive
30-45, AI is a net negative
46-60, AI is a net positive
46-60, AI is a net negative
over 60, AI is a net postive
over 60, AI is a net negative
Question 2/3
How often do you visit or interact with museums/archives (whether in person or online)?
Frequently (multiple times per month)
Often (multiple times per year)
Occasionally (a couple times per year)
Rarely (once every couple of years)
Never :(
Question 3/3
If you saw a museum was using AI in exhibits, marketing, research, etc., would you be more or less inclined to visit that museum?
under 18, more inclined
under 18, less inclined
18-29, more inclined
18-29, less inclined
30-45, more inclined
30-45, less inclined
46-60, more inclined
46-60, less inclined
over 60, more inclined
over 60, less inclined
Thank you for helping with this data collection. Please rb for as big a sample as possible!
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Sometimes you have to go back to basics to eek one out! Lady grows massively, supernaturally fat at a restaurant, clearing it out of food! Horny waitress looks on!
Perfect.
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
jesus, Widow's Bay is so good.
top in a muzzle save me,,,,save me muzzled top,,,,save me sadist top who wants to tear at me with his fangs but can’t so he just fucks me harder ,,,,,,save me,,,,,,,
Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation
This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones
do you remember Angel Maxine, the artist behind this song?
Angel opened a gofundme about a month ago, so if possible please consider donating to help fund her future projects :)
I’m Angel Maxine, a trans woman, artist, musician, and activist using my voice, music, and vis… Maxine Angel Opoku needs your support for P
if you aren't able to donate, please share! as of writing this, Angel has only raised €433 out of her €7k goal
Cygnet's sweet treat! I've been waiting to draw this part for a while, so I let myself be a bit self indulgent with it, so you have some messy eating versions under the readmore
Previous part of the story is here
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I just need to write monsters having sex to get it out of my system.
Big monster...bigger monster... 🤝
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I just need to write monsters having sex to get it out of my system.
No one asked for it but here is my fave boy Ben...In french when someone wrongfully think they can handle something when they actually can't we say "to have eyes bigger than the belly" <33 fits soo well
