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its actually funny how the horrors never stop.

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Positive affirmations

- I'm still good meat

- I'm perfectly good meat

- I taste fine

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You’re in her DMs, I’m buried in her garden as my flesh gives her plants nutrients. We are not the same

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Chrysanthemum (China, 1800-1830) by an unknown artist.

Watercolour and ink on Chinese paper.

© Victoria and Albert Museum, London, 2024.

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knives I don’t have but wish I did :-\

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Inspecting my grean

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magical girl transformation but i just rapidly go through the 5 stages of decomposition

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These changes are so much more than only noticed. This? This is a first. There's hardly time to narrow their eyes before their focus is torn away from their body and the parts of them colonizing the surrounding area, the brunt of their consciousness dragged into the fern as an energy that is not their own snakes into it, into them, takes a hold and forces growth. It takes none of their own energy, none of their own guidance, it isn't draining, but they can feel themself shifting. There's a blurring at the edges of their awareness, unnameable feelings bleeding into something that they don't know and cannot recognize. There's a rush of sensation, knowledge eking in as they come in contact with genetic structures that they didn't themself build, the building blocks of plants that are new..and.. Ah. Is this them at all? Reality blinks, and suddenly they're falling into something else entirely. Their body, left on stand-by, needs not use its eyes to glance through the roots to try to see this. Everything has changed. Everything is blinding. They're thrown all at once into a stupor, their extended self a vessel, open and meant to feel, they always try to feel everything that they're allowed to feel, let it all flow through them, don't tense and fight, listen, listen. And Learn. Scrambling to ground themself, there is nothing to learn from this gaping eternity of light and shape. At least, there's nothing to learn in the moment, where intellectualism doesn't have time to dig through. In the moment they can't think. Just.. Experience. Awestruck. It's all encompassing for an instant that seems to drag on for years, seems to be grasping at them and pulling. And then, like the snapping of the rubber band, their body exhales and life is breathed back into them. an incredulous shaky huff. A pause.. And then the verdant hallways shudder all around them, and be it from relief or incredulity, they break into fit of giggling that they just can't hold in, snorting and hooting and fighting for breath. It echoes all the way through the hall, coming from everywhere but the corpse itself.

They've severed their tie to that part of themself, or.. SOMETHING did. Was that an instinct, or did something force them out? ...They're not sure!!

Disorientation and awe, fascination, confusion, a headrush not at all unlike love. ohh.. god. It will take a moment to recover, but they're grinning at the thrill. What IS she??

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Nothing happens at first after Siobhan sends that message. Then Tolya might notice the fiddleheads quickly growing...roots. Rhizomes. Other flowering plants growing from those roots. Quickly, the mass of flora overtakes them entirely and a tiny mass of vines and fibrous growths close around the pile of vegetation like a vice and drag it into the ground. It's as if it's burying itself, but the cracks between the vines (were one to look inside) would be a window into...someplace else. Someplace someone should never look. A glance is already pushing it. Growth. Unrestrained growth. Endless yawning everything, exuding her energy. Their energy. Its energy. Non-euclidean geometry, impossible plant life, shining fractals of light and life moving endlessly and without beginning. Without any proof of the phenomena, the only thing anyone looking can be certain of is this. Somehow. Somehow. It winked. Best not to linger at the sight of the space between the roots too long. Thankfully it's only visible if one were to really pry, and the whole instance only lasts for a few seconds before all of it-- the plants, the fiddleheads, the window into another place-- are all gone! Poof! Nothing left.

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It was a genuine question for this reason! >:^) Though Ithink there is quite a difference between holding onesself and being held. And I would be more than pleased to provide the serviice 💚

Dont know about aa hydraulic press!! But haveyou ever been constricted in vines.

yes i have!

i make my own you know

the question is implying that you're offering to provide the service though

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((private)) IIll be watching. Listening. Feeling.

Thankyou.For letting me know. Ihope theyre all right. And Luke! ahh

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@ssunspoiled Luke said Dwayne is having an episode and disappeared, is he anywhere you can feel him? I can't look for him myself without doing damage but I will as a last resort

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Thank you, Ember!! Well. Being entirely fair, anyone with meat iis in a way growing food, arent they? BUT . I do !! Is a great joy growing fruit for this one. Exxperimenting, trying new things. No need for a mango to be all pit when its grown just for her teeth , no need to keep things tied down when the size, texture, flavor can be pushed in new directions💖 ..I dont know if its any more impressive than wings, love !! But thank you

I think anyone who doesn't get to eat what tolya makes is missing out and yes I am better than you because I get fresh fruit on demand

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heart shaped forget-me-nots

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The masculine connotation of a bow tie and the feminine connotation of a bow on the top of the head implies a nonbinary bow style placed directly over the nose

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“Eat shit and die” not actually an insult. Actually the three most basic functions of any animal