My stupid eridian Telemea
What inspired this.
Mmmm cheese. Ok but does anyone else know what telemea is? Cottage chese what do you call it?
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My stupid eridian Telemea
What inspired this.
Mmmm cheese. Ok but does anyone else know what telemea is? Cottage chese what do you call it?
if there's one tragic thing I've learned this past month it's that my friends find it necessary to constantly be telling me not to eat or touch things I very much had no intention of eating or touching. I know I shouldn't eat the wild berries my friend, I literally read books *hunger games tune*
I've had so many cute pets and toys in my dms recently and they keep ending up drooling and leaking with their brains melted away.
Completely empty headed.
Not sure how this keeps happening :3
DRAGON FUCKERS LET'S GOOOOOOO!!
Airhead
Give your nose a little push,Then listen for the quiet whoosh.You're told there's only brain in there,But are you sureit isn't air?That cranium can hold a lot,Make room in thereFor more than snot.You gotta' let the knowledge in,So fingers up now,Let's begin.Just give your nose a little pushAnd listenFor the whoosh.-B.C. Byron Good thing my neck is made of taffy, or this air filled head could be…
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Summon the Demon
He’d summoned her with such care. Stitched her with binding runes. Bound her in blood and contract. She could never disobey him. Never betray him.
She was his.
And she was so eager to please.
To help him relax.
Put him at ease.
Whispering in his ear with a serpent’s tongue how much she loved him. Adored him. How she only wanted what was best for him.
And weren’t the markings on her skin so pretty? So easy to look at? See how they spun and twisted and curved?
Of course they were. And he could watch them. She was his servant. She’d make his life so easy. So relaxing. So happy and pleasurable.
And all he had to was watch the markings shift over her breasts. Her thighs. Her bum.
Just watch, and let her do all the thinking.
Just sink into relaxation and ease.
She’d take such good care of her dumb, relaxed, mindless master.
Like a good slave should...
It's painless.