Raine's Hoard

Hello! This is where I'll be stashing any cool or cute or generally enjoyable things to look at while avoiding work. Call me Raine, obviously. // 26, so expect adult things! // She/Her // Bi, Trans, Poly

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

No it's not that I don't appreciate the flirting, I just wish you wouldn't do it while I'm in the middle of vivisecting you. Yes I know that it's really hot when I'm covered in your blood elbow deep in your chest cavity that's why I keep vivisecting you. But I keep getting flustered and dropping your liver and its really slippery so I keep dropping it over and over again leading to very comedic slapstick comedy where I slip on your blood and fall over really funny

[nat-20s]

You can replace [ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY] with [SCROLLING] but watch out. This sucks bad 👍

[nat-20s]

Some things about this post since getting quite a few notes:

1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!

2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.

3. I think there are times where scrolling is fine. Right now, for example, I'm being connected to a machine for two hours to donate plasma and platelets. Yes this is a brag but it is also a time where scrolling is one of the few things I can do. (Though I will probably also read or watch something on phone lol)

[wizard-council-bureaucrat]

hmmm, this seems to be some kind of curse breaking spell… be free ye reader

[craftingcreatures]

Attended a rattlesnake conference yesterday and one of the presenters was talking about public attitudes towards snakes, specifically how showing them in a non-aggressive context helps to create more positive attitudes, and. Y'all. I NEED to show you the image he used as an example

Look at him. Look at this smiley newborn sidewinder sitting in a bottle cap. He is so small and so happy he is EXACTLY the right size to sit comfortably in a bottle cap

[mote-of-ash]

bouncy slime enters

[daylights-rain]

You were always kind of an outcast, and spent most of your time at the far edges of the village you lived in.

This made you a perfect target for a dragoness to swoop in, steal you, and have no one notice when you didnt return to town.

As she grabs your core with a single foreclaw you let out a couple of screams, before looking around, and realizing that the situation was hopeless and you just.. Accept your fate.

Except you werent devoured. Instead you were taken into a her lair, into a room that is well lit with oddly steady cool-toned light and placed on a cool, smooth stone table, sized to match the massive dragoness that kidnapped you.

She starts... writing? something down? Can dragons write? And then she turns and immediately begins poking and prodding you. It isnt gentle and when you try to speak to her she either doesnt understand you or doesnt care.

She takes measurements of you, forces your mouth open with a couple of her claws inspecting your teeth, touching your tongue. She writes again and you consider running. Maybe theres a way to escape on the far side of the table?

She uses a single claw and runs the smooth side down your spine, you tense and arch your back as the sharp side slices your clothes clean off. She brushes them to the side before picking you up and rotating you like a specimen, slowly and methodically observing everything, and forcing your limbs to move if they are blocking anything she wants to see.

She nods and places you down again and turns to take more notes. You try to make a run for it this time, but before you can even make it to the end of the table you hear an exhalation of air from the dragoness' snout (a laugh?) and a massive paw comes down in front of you.

Immediately following is a small pinch of pain and you turn to see a needle being withdrawn from your thigh. Suddenly your limbs become unresponsive. You start to collapse and the hand catches you, it's strangely soft, slightly warm and comforting to rest in.

You are moved to the table and are still conscious you can feel everything but just cant seem to move your body. Your thoughts are a little fuzzy, but clear enough to still understand what is happening. You continue to be examined like an animal. Measured, weighed, touched.

And then the pain started.

It was deliberate this time. You could scream but nothing else. And each time after you were tortured, the dragoness turned to take notes. Burning, cutting, stabbing, electrocuting, so much pain, each instance a different kind. You have no idea what she did or how, your eyes too bleary through the searing agony.

And then it stopped, and she healed you? Somehow? The pain flooded away, the wounds closed but the blood remained. You think you heard her coo at you softly as she picked you up and moved you somewhere else in the room.

You found yourself being dipped into a warm bath, and gently leaned against her palm as she starts to bathe you and carefully remove the blood and burn marks crusted on your skin. When she is done you can see they left no scars. Why is that a little disappointing?

You are placed in a warm towel and dried off, and returned to the table, now also cleaned from before. Something else is different, the lighting? Yes that odd too-smooth light that fire cannot produce is now a deep rich warm color instead of the sterile cold of before. And the table itself no longer feels cold to the touch. Why?

And then she returned from wherever she went and that dragoness gently started to stroke parts of you very very gently with the pads of her fingers. How could a beast this large be so gentle? It. It kind of felt good actually. She caressed different areas of your body and then stopped after caressing your inner thighs a bit, nodded and turned to take more notes.

You realize what that was for and blush. You are still nothing but an experiment to her but still, what was that for? She turns again and with two fingers spreads your legs further apart and then starts to encircle your genitals with those caresses, across the navel, the thighs and back again getting close and closer to what you realize you want her to touch now.

But she doesnt, she stops and just jots something else down. It's all so emotionless for her, but for you? Your body is very heated, you feel that needy warmth radiating through your body even though you still cant move.

When she turns back to you, she has some items in her hands. Small ones, it's hard to make out what they are as she sets them down, but you find out soon enough. First theres a heavy application of some kind of lubricant over every sensitive part of you she found, she does this slowly and gently with the pad of a single finger.

And it does something to your mind. You crave more now than you have ever before, more than you thought possible. You let out a quiet moan just at the need you feel and roll your head to the side a little. As soon as she stops coating you she once again writes something down. She starts to swivel her head back to you when you let out another noise, and she turns back and makes another mark.

Now she approaches, nothing but scientific curiosity in her eyes, and lifts another strange object off the table, a strangely shaped but mostly cylindrical object. You see a slight blue glow shine from beneath the scales of the fingers she is holding it with and it starts to hum, and it blurrs a bit in your vision. She moves it towards you, what IS that, what is that, what is that, what is she about to~ OOOOH

She only presses it against you for a second but in that moment what you felt was so overwhelming you should be bucking your hips and writhing, instead you can only start to curl your toes. You want it back so bad. Feeling is starting to return to your legs but maybe its best that you still cant move on your own.

Taking notes with one hand between touches of that magic wand you feel like your brain is going to explode. She puts it down and picks up something else and you cant think clear enough to try and guess what it is before it starts sliding back and forth against you with the lubricant driving you insane with lust, with a dire need to orgasm, but every time you get close she stops and takes a note. Over and over and over.

After some amount of time, time that felt like forever, she holds the vibration against you, and keeps holding, and holding. You cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thoughts gone, your brain flooded with pleasure. Somewhere in your mind you know you have made quite a mess, but all you can focus on right now is the overwhelming orgasm, and the feel of your toes curling as the only other bodily response you can make.

And then the pleasure wracks your body again. And again. She doesn't stop what she is doing but you know she is still coldly writing something down with every reaction you make. And soon the pleasure turns into some kind of torture as you become far too sensitive, you cant pull away from her but your body wants to. You roll your head side to side but you are breathing too heavy to even speak.

Another eternity later, it finally stops. You feel yourself cleaned, and placed somewhere warm again. Barely conscious you open your eyes to see her measuring the volume of mess you left behind. And you fall asleep, exhausted.

When next you wake, you are still naked but somewhere else. You can see the exit to her lair and sunlight shining in from that direction. On a table between you and the exit is a stack of clothes, and a small leather pack. With wobbling legs you stand and walk to them. The clothes seem your size and are remarkably soft. You turn to look back, and see a pathway leading deeper into her lair, and on that path sits an identical table, with nothing but a collar on it.

You look between your two options, aware of exactly what they mean, and you make your choice.

[hemipenal-system]

domme combining fearplay and forniphilia for her sub by making her be a dragon perch

[hemipenal-system]

you know your Mistress is really into dragonry as a hobby and has been the whole time you’ve been dating. you don’t know much about it, though, because you are quite scared of dragons and so you never really asked her about it. when you mentioned you might want to try fearplay, she thought of it immediately, and you thought it could be interesting

you’re standing in the dungeon where she left you, completely nude. you haven’t moved, because she told you not to. when she enters the room with a fairly large dragon curled up in her arms, it takes everything in your power not to move, but you don’t

she sits down in a chair, gently stroking the dragon. “this is Osprey. you’re going to play with her today!” she’s cheerful as ever. she doesn’t have a cruel bone in her body, plus she does legitimately love her dragons. you see how Osprey earned her name. coloration-wise, she does look quite osprey-like. you try not to look at her too long because you start sweating when you think about her and what “play with her” entails

Mistress smiles happily. “put your arm out to the side.” you don’t want to, you know what she’s making you do because you’ve seen her do it and you really don’t want to do that. but you’re good and you’re well-trained, so you do it and await the instructions you’re dreading

“now tell her to come.” you physically gulp like a cartoon character and struggle to find your voice

“Osprey… c-come…”

Mistress chuckles. “is that a question?” her voice has just the slightest hint of edge to it, and you shake your head quickly and try again before she has to prompt you, as assertively as you can manage

“Osprey! come!”

Osprey launches herself from Mistress’ arms in a flurry of black and white that almost makes you pass out from stress to watch, making a beeline for your outstretched arm and landing on it hard enough to just about knock you off balance. as Mistress approaches you, the dragon (who looks WAY FUCKING BIGGER when she’s STANDING ON YOUR ARM) starts purring and rubbing her horns on you, which makes your pulse skyrocket even further. you try to focus on Mistress, and not the scary ass dragon whose teeth are way too close to your face

“good! she likes you, too. i picked out the most sociable dragon i had just for you,” she laughs. “now. don’t move. if you drop her, i’m going to punish you, obviously.”

she fishes around in her pocket for a remote, finds it, and the vibrating thing between your legs buzzes to life. your knees almost buckle, but by some miracle you manage to stay up and keep the dragon on your arm just long enough for her to nuzzle up against your ear

you stifle a panicked scream as her long forked tongue curls into your ear, and your domme grins. “she’s searching for bugs. she won’t find any, of course, but it’s instinctive. she wants to groom you! isn’t that cute?”

you nod, horrified, as Osprey starts doing something to you, that you can only imagine is the dragon version of brushing someone else’s hair, with her claws and tongue. the most humiliating part of it all was even though it was scary and kind of gross, the feeling of her warm, soft tongue was honestly kind of working for you, and you could both tell

Mistress gets closer to you, putting one hand on your hip and murmuring into the ear that wasn’t being polished by a dragon’s tongue, “i can see your arm shaking. do you want to know how i’m going to punish you if you drop my girl? i’m going to tie you up and leave you alone with her, but not before dusting your body with salt so she cleans your entire body this way… especially between your legs… you’re going to get very familiar with her tongue, aren’t you? lying there whimpering and shaking as she devours you, really getting to experience everything a dragon tongue can do, hot breath against your-“

you can’t hear her for a moment as the world goes white and you cum your brains out around the vibrator and her fingers. Osprey (whose body language you aren’t familiar with, but anything with a firing neuron in its skull could tell she is pretty aroused at this point too) digs her claws into your arm a bit, but doesn’t fall or try to jump off. oh, thank god

you gasp for air. “red, i- it was good i just need a second i can’t-“ Mistress manages to catch you before you collapse from the aftershocks and lower you to the ground. she calls Osprey back, and the dragon hops nimbly into her arms, where she gets comfortable before looking at you and growling in a way you swear is the horniest noise you’ve ever heard a dragon make. Mistress grins, stroking her dorsal sail

“she really likes you. i think she’s almost a bit disappointed she doesn’t get to help me punish you.”

you smile weakly, still shaking a bit. “maybe next time.” it’s a genuine offer. you’re still fucking terrified of her, but that fear does make it way more intriguing to you

[blue-tongue-black-scales]

recently i have not been able to stop thinking about the very particular visual of a newly tfed dragon becoming so overwhelmed with having a snout that her brain breaks and she briefly stops being a person,,

imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.

she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...

and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.

it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.

oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!

and when she goes into heat, and her scales become as sensitive as they were when they were freshly grown, she forgets how to speak more often than not when someone takes advantage of how weak she is to even the lightest of touch...

[demilypyro]

the girls are watchin klk

[somnalesoffice]

Had sex with a clowngirl and spent five minutes pulling out. Can't fit all this extra dick in my pants now. Stay safe out there.

[ryan-sometimes]

I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. He’s like the mayor character in a cartoon who’s always dressed as The Mayor. If I didn’t know who he was and he biked past me in NYC I’d be like holy shit was that the mayor

[mankillercalledbunny]

Not to bring the serious to a very fun post, but this reaction is exactly what Mamdani is working for with his image, because in a very real way the most effective way for him to be The Mayor is if he looks like The Mayor.

This is a man who is VIOLENTLY aware that when it comes to conservatives, he is a Muslim first, a Brown Man second, an Immigrant third, a Socialist fourth, and a human a very distant fifth, if considered at all. He was also a young adult during the Obama Years and will have seen Republicans rip Obama to shreds for wearing a tan suit instead of a dark one and use literally ANY excuse they could to try and degrade his image.

Despite the fact that a mayor who wears a T-shirt and jeans might "seem more approachable" in the eyes of the average American, Zohran Mamdani knows that someone with his profile fundamentally cannot get away with that the way his White colleagues can. He has instead put in the effort to look professional and BE approachable, because not only does it make it easier for him to reach and represent his constituents, it forces everyone, including both his opponents and establishment Democrats, to engage with the work he is doing instead of judging his image. The fact that he is always seen in a suit and is recognisably The Mayor is, while also something he has fun with, a deliberate choice to ensure he is as inarguably A Professional Politician To Be Taken Seriously. The added humour of e.g. the hi-vis is a bonus, only achievable because he works so hard to Look Like The Mayor.

[mankillercalledbunny]

Adding these tags from @haunted-stranger-garden bc they illustrate this brilliantly

[tizzypizza]

noelle sprites. i love her so much it makes me physicallg sick

[seafooms]

ooo she bigly wiggly commissioned piece

[qasimlondon]

booth babe

[feefal]

Botanical jellyfish🫧

[feefal]

Made a spooky version! which one do you prefer?

Jellyfish

Spooky

Voting ended onJul 1

[sm0lsuccubus]

puerto rican goblin upon you~! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[sm0lsuccubus]

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[cool-deltarune-fun-facts]

Deltarune Fun Fact:

Susie

[void0m]

ms paint study from 2021

[diospore]

[magical-awesome-kid]

I’m sorry MS PAINT????