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i don’t have a title for this sorry

posting this at 3 am so i can’t physically restrain myself later

this is my first time sharing writing out anywhere but my own friend group so i beg you be gentle on me. i’m only testing the waters and seeing if i’m truly comfortable sharing my stuff so this is safe and lighthearted. if this does well i will definitely look into sharing my more angsty and whumpy writing in the future.

i don’t have a summary rn so sorru check back later

contents: safe vore, male pred, m/f, m/m, multiple prey, they’re just messing around

chasing-starlights

Y'all talking abt fearplay sm smh it's stuck in my head–

Fearplay shit giants can say/do that'll mess me up ahaha I have no shame :(

Looming. Just tower over me. Maybe smirk, that always works too.

"You're adorable! I think I'm gonna keep you~"

Lean in super close so the only thing I'm capable of seeing is you–huuuuu that hits diff thooo

"It's cute you think you can hurt me."

Purposely being loud (like stomping, sitting heavily, talking loudly) just so that I can't stop being aware of your presence even if I wanted to

✨Tap✨your fingers✨right next✨to me✨

If I'm being a bit chaotic just silently stare. Nothing else–just eyeing me as if whatever I'm doing you could easily stop–its the confidence that's scary af.

"Why do you even bother? We both know how this'll end."

Pinning me down with one finger, bonus points if you lean in close then too

Slam✨that hand✨down next✨to me✨

Ok ok hear me out: Telling me to run, and then casually counting down until you start chasing me...the anticipation UGH

"Do struggle more...it only makes this more amusing."

If you have fangs...just um, smile. Yup that's it. Smile for the fear–camera plz.

"Was that...supposed to hurt?"

Dangling me high above the ground with my arm between your finger tips...aaaaaa

Trail your finger down my spine oof

"You're delicate...weak."

Holding me up by the back of my shirt

"You look like you'll break if I hold you wrong."

Stomp✨your foot✨right next✨to me

Lift my chin up with your finger (bonus points if it's a claw!!)

#yes please #Fearplay #g/t #/)/////////////(\

catchymemes

twomillionbees

I’m fairly certain the person who made the tweet was joking and this is actually spiegeleierkuchen (fried egg cake)! The “egg white” is a thick frosting made from yogurt/milk and cornstarch, while the “yolks” are apricot halves. Here’s a recipe: https://www.sprinklebakes.com/2015/04/german-fried-egg-cake-spiegeleierkuchen.html?m=1

edgar-allan-possum

Oh, thank goodness! I was getting ready to commit a war crime!

jooshthepunished-deactivated202

babyanimalgifs

kkul-bee-deactivated20220330

Y'all, I had some good freaking luck after I reblogged this!!! I was apartment/room hunting and it didn’t look too well, but one day after I reblogged this I got a message that I can rent the apartment that I wanted! Giving some of that good energy to my followers and all you others on tumblr ♡♡

marshimelli-deactivated20221118

Figured y'all would appreciate

strongorcbutch-deactivated20220

Have you ever seen someone who hit you so hard right in the gay feels that you lost your sense of hearing for a few moments?

strongorcbutch-deactivated20220

To all the poor gay messes desperately asking who she is, her name is Katy M. O'Brian and the pictures in the OP are from the series Z Nation. Here’s some other pictures.

You’re all welcome.

kassasaurus-rex

johnandrasjaqobis

Thought y'all should know

Katy found out about this post and is delighted.

strongorcbutch-deactivated20220

….so. That uh. That happened.

dragonzair

I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled the comments yet ppl fail to mention that googling her gives me alla this

athena1138

yo-daddys-my-bitch

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

hermes-is-my-homeboy

10 of Pentz came thruuu

violaslayvis

Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!

borkdork

I could seriously use this money right now….

ashashi-corner

Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…

hermes-is-my-homeboy

I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash

hermes-is-my-homeboy

No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.

virgocity

So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.

penprp

Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…

leradny

I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR

getlostpeeves

It fucking WORKED.

prideprejudce

MONEYBAGSHFHHJHS

lu-wooah

I-

CHOKEDDD

prideprejudce

cinematic parallels

grainsalts

Strike three

5norlax

Kris is there like

lsunnyc-deactivated20191124

can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context?

You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.

You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.

You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.

You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?

Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog?

Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.

Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.

But man.

That stuff is scary.

somethingdnd

shit just got creepy

celynbrum

Or maybe magical healing doesn’t leave scars or damage. It is magical, after all.

So after years of fighting, your skin is still perfect. Unmarred. In fact, you’re actually in better shape than regular people who don’t get magical healing when they fall out of trees or walk into doors or cut themselves while cooking dinner. You’re in such good shape that it’s unnatural.

And the really good healing magic takes away more than just the obvious injuries. You first start noticing it after about ten years when you go home and haha, you look the same age as your younger sibling, that’s funny.

Not so funny ten years later when they look older. Or forty years later, when you bury them still looking like you did at twenty. When do you retire from this gig anyway? How much damage is too much damage?

How many times do you glimpse the afterlife, or worse, how many times don’t you? What do you live through, get used to, show no outward sign of except a perfectly healthy body, too perfect for any person living a real life.

How many times are you sitting in a tavern with your friends and you hear the whispers, because the people around you know. How can they not know? Your weapons shine with enchantments and your armour is better than the best money can buy and there is not a damn scar on you. You hardly seem human to them.

How long before you hardly seem human to yourself?

And you find yourself struggling to remember the places where the scars should have been, phantom pains that wake you screaming, touching all the old injuries and finding nothing there. It’s all in your head. Was it ever anywhere else?

How long before you’re fighting a lich or a vampire or some other undead monster and you wonder…

…what makes me so different?

rapeculturerealities

“I once felt guilty because a friend spent thirty minutes looking for parking near the cafe I chose to meet them at.”

In a nutshell, “fawning” is the use of people-pleasing to diffuse conflict, feel more secure in relationships, and earn the approval of others.

It’s a maladaptive way of creating safety in our connections with others by essentially mirroring the imagined expectations and desires of other people.

Often times, it stems from traumatic experiences early on in life, as I described in last month’s article.

It resonated with so many you, and since then, I’ve gotten a lot of questions on how to recognize this type of response in ourselves, particularly in our day-to-day interactions.

I can only speak from personal experience, but there are a number of commonalities among “fawn” types that I think are worth noting.

I’m going to share seven struggles that a lot of us seem to experience as people-pleasers. If it sounds familiar, you, my friend, probably know a thing or two about fawning.

monarobot

Once this hit home I stopped doing this to myself and asserting myself a ton more, funny how a lot of people who are used to stepping g on you or your boundaries immediately react negatively when you’re setting minimal perfectly normal and healthy boundaries.

deweyduckfuckedmywife

Please!

DO NOT feed your gamer generic “flavor blasted tortilla chips” or “mountain fizz” it WILL make them sick or possibly worse! If you cant afford the real thing then you shouldnt have gotten a gamer in the first place!

jakemorph

lol @ op acting like it’s ethical for ANYONE to own a gamer no matter how “”real”” the food they can afford for it is. gamers are wild animals. imprinting on human beings can be seriously psychologically damaging to them. just don’t keep them.

nevercure

The only safe way to handle a gamer (and a coder for that matter) is to expose them to as little contact as possible to avoid imprinting and to minimize harm to both you and the animal. It is best to slide food through a slat under the door if you must.

Do NOT be alarmed if they scream. That is normal behavior.

pair-a-dice-smasher

put a sign like this on the gamer room’s door to avoid anyone disturbing them

catchymemes

Boyfriend photobombs girlfriend with engagement ring for a Month without her knowing

starblair-deactivated20201227

imagine natsu and lucy

likubears

This is so fucking cute 😂

monzterzack

I keep seeing the guide of clothing made by pittssmitts and while I love the way Mateo breaks everything down and makes excellent points and offer sincere outfit advice, I feel like his guide doesn’t really work for plus sized guys like me (I tried most of the outfits but I’m too round for them to work on me)

So I made this complementary advice to go with his guide, this one is all based on my personal experience shopping and passing in public, I’m a very closeted trans man (for safety reasons) But I still manage to pass really well!

Most strangers use the correct pronouns without me asking them to, and this all while going binderless into this savage cold world

So I just wanted to give a couple of advices that work for me, specially cause I still hadn’t found any honest advice that works for someone that is very plus sized

glowinside

In sexual vore, I agree. But keep this discussion off my posts please :) Thanks.

bioluminescent-bat-deactivated2

Yeah absolutely to hell with minors in NSFW vore content. Controversial opinion but friendly reminder that otherwise, there are in fact minors in the community who may be working with same or similar-aged characters. How do I know this? I’ve been one of them.

(Also hope it’s okay to reblog this; I’ve seen this debate so many times and it always bugs me, so I figured I’d throw in my two cents)

glowinside

No, reblogging is fine! I just hate this “lol no minors ever” cause like… there are minors in the SFW vore community. And being exclusive is way more harmful than being inclusive.

Also, there are so many things with SFW vore that can involve a “minor” character (familial, protection, etc) that can be safe and not sexual at all.

Sexual vore? No. Safe and soft vore? Debatable.

justanothergiant

@glowinside excellent addition!

bioluminescent-bat-deactivated2

I don’t have anything else to add currently but you’re hitting the nail on the head.

glowinside

I guess the reason I think like such is because if we completely ignore and cut out minors, sometimes it leads to them searching for people in the community. And if the “good” people like us are rejecting and ignoring them, who are they going to go to get approval from? The people who are creepy and skeevy that we harp on and preach about that want to get chummy with them in the wrong way. I’d rather be careful and accepting than ignoring and rejecting of them just for the situation to go from bad to worse.

I blame my line of work for this thought process. I have to see this type of stuff in my job all the time and honestly it makes me way too hypervigilant about these topics.

thenightling

thievesguilding

honestly if you want to take proper care of your goths you shouldn’t take them outside in hot weather at all, just winter and MAYBE late autumn/early spring if you live in a cool climate

people really should do this kind of research before getting goths at all but as long as they’re willing to learn and adapt i guess

amgeforns

there are breeds of goth suitable for warmer climes but you have to be very careful when looking for one and you cannot assume that your goth is one of them if you don’t know for sure what they are

thievesguilding

even the warm-climate breeds still usually do better in their native locale’s winter temperatures though, and shouldn’t be left outside in the summer unattended or, at the bare minimum, they should be given plentiful shade, cold water, and appropriate music to keep them calm

corvidobligation

Honestly, if you want something less fragile than a goth, you should be considering something like a punk anyway. There’s no need to expose goths to the heat, IMHO. Admittedly there’s differences you need to do research on, but punks are very rewarding. And for God’s sake, if anyone tells you ANY emo can handle the heat, run. They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.

thievesguilding

goths aren’t fragile though? they’re not heat-tolerant but they’re extremely hardy in dark and stormy weather, metal concerts, and dramatic emotional episodes. just because they aren’t well-suited to one weather pattern doesn’t mean they can’t be extremely hardy and rewarding to keep under conditions they’re better suited to.

wetwareproblem

Forget the climate thing, there’s a more important husbandry issue here: WHO THE FUCK PUT THEM OUT IN THE DAYTIME? Direct sunlight is extremely harmful to goths! THey should never be outdoors before twilight! Do your damn research, people.

thievesguilding

you’re missing a key point though

goths need the opportunity to complain about sunlight, it’s vital to their wellbeing; as long as their time in it is carefully controlled and they’re given sufficient sunscreen and shade, it can be amazing and 100% necessary enrichment

wetwareproblem

Look at that picture. Look at it. Please tell me where the shade is, because I don’t see any. I see two goths wilting in direct sunlight. Just look at how flat their hair is! This is not even remotely acceptable care.

thievesguilding

i never said the picture was a good example of goth husbandry, i think it’s sort of taken as a given that it’s not - nobody in this threat is endorsing it, op included

i’m just saying that it isn’t a black and white issue

wetwareproblem

Fair enough. I’ll concede that a properly-shaded porch or sunroom-type area can help them get the outdoor enrichment and complaining opportunities they need, without putting them at risk of direct sunlight or actually touching anything outdoors. But be careful not to overexpose them.

skyheartstar13

Aren’t there some varieties of goth that are built for sunlight, or is that me mistaking a similar species for goths?

wetwareproblem

You’re thinking of either New Romantics - unfortunately presumed extinct, you could tell them apart by their lack of Victorian plumage and occasional colouration - or Emos, which are the product of a crossbreeding with Shoegazers.

bramblepatch

As mentioned above, emos don’t handle heat well, although they do better with moderate amounts of sun than purebred goths.

If it’s the ornate Victorian aesthetic you like but you want something that can keep up with a more active, diurnal lifestyle, you might consider a steampunk or steampunk cross? I know they’re somewhat out of fashion these days, but they can be just as endearingly dramatic as other goth breeds, and they thrive on daylight outings.

gothiccharmschool

If you want want to give your goth outdoor enrichment, but don’t have an enclosure with shade, parasols are helpful. Also make sure the outdoor enrichment is appropriate! Graveyard picnics are ideal.

One last bit of advice: if the choice is between an enclosure or more closet space, goths prefer the latter.

writing-prompt-s

Karma is real. And she’s tired of being called a bítch.

evergreengem

Karma is a Bitch

Immortals don’t give a shit about people. We really don’t. Sorry if that offends you in some way, but our whole lives we’re told that we are better than humans. We are more powerful, infallible, god-like. And we believe that because it’s convenient and we don’t want to give that power up. So we spend our time doing only what brings us the most pleasure. Take Zeus, for instance. I don’t really feel that I need to explain that one. Even you mortals know how much Zeus lived for himself. And so I lived my life. I punish some people. I reward others. A bunch of you I’ll never interact with, because you’re very, how do I phrase this delicately, middle of the road types of people. Not great, not bad. Just there. So I ignore you. You call me a bitch because I don’t reward you. Others call me a bitch because I punish them. Others call me a bitch because I reward someone else and they feel they’ve been treated unfairly. Almost everyone on your tiny little planet has called me a bitch at some point. Its common vernacular now. I do what the universe dictates is orderly. I maintain homeostasis for you ungrateful humans.

If you were paying any attention at all you’d have noticed that for a while, things were going unusually well. I was happy. My vengeance was lessened. You have Clementine to thank for that. A mortal, like you, but truly kind. She always defended me. I don’t know why. I had never really done anything for her, but she refused to let people call me a bitch. And I rewarded her for it. My family told me I was going soft. We’re not supposed to fall for mortals, though many of us do anyway. But I didn’t care about tradition, about what my family had to say on the matter. I fell for Clementine.

There was a large park across the road from her house. I would sit on a bench and watch her in her garden. I saw the way that her garden pleased her and so I set to work to make it perfect. Ivy sprouted up and clung to the walls of her house. Her vegetables were nutritious, bountiful, and beautiful. I bloomed flowers, I sprouted grass; I sent birds and rabbits and squirrels. I sent her bees. Gods, she loved those bees. So I sent more. I gave her a hive, and it produced the best honey. Her yard was lush and green, even through the drought. Children would stop by her gate to talk to her, and maybe she would give them a strawberry, a carrot, a taste of honey. She was loved and admired. She was talked about and envied. And every day she would putter about her garden, her faded jeans rolled to expose her ankles, stains permanent on the knees from kneeling in grass and dirt every day. Always a white tee shirt tucked into her jeans, and an unnecessarily large straw hat that sent light flickering and dancing over her skin. I would sit on that bench and she would always smile, maybe wave. One time she brought me a flower, a small rose, not fully bloomed. And I fell for her more every day after that.

And then she was gone. She was not in her garden that Tuesday. I sat on that stupid white bench, picking at the peeling paint, feeling splinters under my nails. And she wasn’t there. And I knew something was wrong. I tried to make myself cross the street, go through her door, find her. But my limbs were heavy. All I could do was sit. A group of children stood by the gate, walked away disappointed, whispering. Eventually I pushed myself off of that fucking bench. I don’t know how I got into her room, but suddenly, I was there. And there she was. Lying on the floor. Her beautiful dark hair matted to her face, the blood staining the carpet. It matched her lipstick, I thought. Her beautiful lips. No breath would ever pass through them. No kind smile, no offerings of honey or roses. I would never hear her whisper in my ear, laugh at something I said. She was gone. Dead. I found the man that killed her. It was random, he claimed. He just followed her home and killed her. It’s funny, you all called me a bitch, and I didn’t really care. But now? Bitch is too kind a word for what I am. I am grieving. When a god grieves, she does so calmly, and with incredible grace and control.

I am no god.

I am Karma.

dajo42

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

maneth985

luxgalador

This post was good but then it got better

celticshenanigans

Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.

complete-in-ix-deactivated20230

OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES

the-ironhobbit-deactivated20170

This has improved since last I reblogged.

tinierpurplefishes

I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.

shadesofmauve

I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”

At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”

I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.

callmebliss

I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN

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