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noise dept.
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@nocturnenoms
the Indiana White Meal
yes, that’s supposed to be a sandwich
Hoosiers: “Behold, a sandwich!”
this is just what Indiana is like
I fail to see the issue with the patty being the size and shape of a map in a fantasy novel
You gotta roll initiative against that thing and if you lose it eats you.
The site is '12ft Ladder' found here:
Show me a 10ft paywall, I’ll show you a 12ft ladder.
What do you guys think about David's comments on pinterest
FORGOT ABOUT THESE TWO I love this guy
I absolutely adore how you make monster girls because half the time it's like, here's a hot titty demon and half the time it's like here's this immeasurably alien being that's more force of nature and looks like a cubist painting. I love it, best of both worlds
we deserve to have it all
Idk I think I really like the idea of super inhuman monster preds. Like not Nagas or Driders or anything like that, but big horrific monsters- maybe even borderline eldritch horror. Sharp claws and teeth, (maybe tentacles), and a loud, gurgly tum that only quiets once they've gulped down their favorite prey. They act all big and intimidating then they're an absolute purring mess when receiving stomach rubs from the inside or outside.
Also bonus points for fearplay.
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Unsplash - photography, illustration, and art
Pixabay - same as unsplash
Pexels - stock photos and videos
Stockvault.net - stock photos
freepngimg - icons, pictures and clipart
Veceezy - vectors and clipart
Kissclipart and kissPNG - more vectors and clipart (often transparent!)
Getdrawings - simplistic images and drawing tutorials
Gumroad - photoshop brushes (and more)
Canva - needs login but has lots of templates
Library of Congress - historical posters and photos
NASA - you guessed it
Creative Commons - all kinds of stuff, homie
Even Adobe has some free images
There are so many ways to make moodboards, bookcovers, and icons without infringing copyright! As artists, authors, and other creatives, we need to be especially careful not to use someone else’s work and pass it off as our own.
Please add on if you know any more sites for free images <3
Thanks for the information!!
I will reblog this everytime i see it
Ok so while we’re at this, I just checked out Unsplash, and it’s an AMAZING site for free images?
Reblogging because useful and because f*ck P**terest
I'm not so sure if this is a good idea.
You're trying to help, I know that; offering to let me rest inside you so I can sleep, safe and peacefully and without nightmares or disturbance.
I'm not sure if it'll even work for me, but I'm willing to try, since you say you've done this for some other friends before.
When you open your jaws, I want to pull away, but... I don't.
You're my friend; I trust you won't hurt me.
So, I place my hand on your tongue, and if I cringe a little in disgust, well... can you really blame me?
You're gentle with me as you start to ease me in further, waiting for any indication for you to stop; and it's touching, really.
I'm nervous- I'm sure you can tell that I'm tense, as I'm pulled into your throat- I've never done this before, and I know you understand that.
With every swallow, I'm pulled deeper into you, your heart thumping away next to me as I pass behind your ribcage; and when I'm pushed down into your core, I don't fight it.
After a few minutes, I start to realize you were right: I already feel more drowsy.
I can feel you rubbing at me out there, trying to hold me even if you already are, and I snuggle into you.
Maybe I can get some rest after all...
“It’s time to get up,” I murmur.
Your little protests and squirms of complaint are so precious, even more so as you attempt to nuzzle closer to my face.
“Come on, up we get.” I try lifting my hand away from where it has you gently pressed into the pillow. You capture my thumb in a weak hold, feebly but insistently tugging it back to cover you once more.
I sigh, lightly chuckling at your antics. “I know, I know, but really, I can’t afford to sleep in with you all day. There’s so much to do!” I’d leave you to sleep the morning away on your own, but I know you get so cold without me here to warm you. I’m not that heartless.
Your eyes finally crack open, only to give me the most adorable pleading look. “You know I can’t resist that face,” I concede, allowing my palm to rest over you once more. You snuggle into the touch immediately. “Really though, I can’t stay. I had plans, you know.”
You open an eye again, giving me a lazy stare. I watch as your gaze drifts down to my mouth, then back to my eyes. Your expression tells me all I need to know. The answer seems so obvious when you point it out like that.
I let out a long breath. “I suppose that would work. You’re sure you’d want to spend the day in there?” You give a sleepy nod, pressing yourself against my slightly-parted jaws, silently requesting entry.
I whisper a soft “alright” before poking my tongue out and quickly swiping it across your face, making you giggle. You’re so cute when you’re tired; I could just eat you up. In fact, I bet you wish I’d get around to it faster.
Finally, I open my maw, and ever so sluggishly, you crawl in. My hand nudges you from behind, helping you along and guiding you inside. I can’t help the hum that escapes me as I get a taste of your sweetness. Positively delectable, you are.
You settle yourself into the space, waiting for me to make the next move. I prop myself up on my elbow, tilt my head just so, and let you slide into the warm embrace of my throat. At least, that’s how I’ve heard you describe it a few times, heh.
You slip so smoothly down my gullet, letting it take you as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. I trace your descent with a finger at first, then cup my entire hand over my chest as I feel your form sink deeper and deeper into my own. Warmth blooms in my core with your presence so perfectly near. I shiver lightly at the feeling.
It’s almost like you disappear for a moment, and then plop! There you are. I curl in on myself as you cuddle up to my inner walls. It’s amazing how easily you make yourself at home in my body. There come a few tired rubs, then nothing but the occasional minute shift. At least one of us gets to sleep in. Heh, “in.”
Careful not to jostle you too much, I roll over and climb out of bed. Throughout my morning routine, my hand constantly strays to my belly, checking in, making sure you’re truly there. Even after all this time, it still feels surreal to have you so close.
And even if you’re choosing not to start your day just yet, I appreciate the help in starting mine. Your presence makes it that much easier. Even when you’re all but invisible, you make all the difference.
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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that post exclusively hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.
every time i feel like appreciating the human form i have to grapple with Ace Anxiety
To All Discord PluralKit and TupperBox users:
Discord has recently updated their TOS banning the use of self-bots. These are accounts in which a bot is being controlled by a person rather than through an automated system.
Now, I know that sounds bad. I've seen lot of ableists on Reddit telling others to report the people that use PK and TB now that Discord has banned "self-bots", and I'm here to clarify.
PluralKit and Tupperbox, and the pseudo-accounts that users create through these bots, are not self-bots.
A self-bot is a bot made with a user token instead of a bot token. If you've ever made a Discord bot, you know that you have to create it through Discord's official developer site. If someone creates a bot and logs in with a user token, posing as a bot through the account, that is a breach of privacy and security and is very illegal. This is what Discord is referring to.
PluralKit and TupperBox are bots that use a proxying system to create pseudo-accounts as a webhook feature. The messages sent get marked as "BOT"s because of Discord's webhook limitations, but they are not "self-bots" as defined by Discord and no one should be reporting you for using them, as it does not break TOS.
So take a breath, relax. You aren't breaking any rules by using these bots, and anyone that reports you for it is an idiot.
(Feel free to share this around.)
Bit of a redesign of Nocturne--might be finally coming back to this blog and doing some stuff more consistently but not really sure yet.
| Takoyaki
this entire video is great, but man that noise in the beginning Is SO SATISFYING!!!!
Holy shit I didn’t realize how important sound on is here.
It's them, the Five Guys
@xdeusxmachinax
My people!!!
Every time i start a new vido game:
OH FUCK WHERE ARE THE SUBTITLES
Vintage Phantom of the Opera movie poster featuring the cutest version of the Phantom ever.
I’m a bitch I’m a lover
we were all thinking it, so here it is XD
is it just me or
LAVA Germany-based photographer Jan Erik Waider shares beautiful photos of the lava in Iceland. All images were taken at the volcanic eruption in Geldingadalir on the Reykjanes peninsula (Iceland)
One of my favorite tropes is a pred that's mean and cranky, but secretly a softie that never harms their prey...
But how about a prey that's mean and cranky?
They march right up to an unsuspecting pred, open their jaws, and climb right in, not caring what the pred wants. The poor pred is left confused and with a full, heavy stomach.
The prey refuses to come out until they're ready to come out, forcing the pred to try and just carry on as usual for who knows how long.
