#(Accidental)

[yeesiine]

There are no accidental meetings. when you know, you know

[viejospellejos]

Camuflaje accidental:

[ryanmarshallryan]

Thoughts on accidental vore? Where someone falls into anothers gullet, but they still keep the meal? If you're into it you should definitely give it a try when writing

Accidental can definitely be fun! I definitely prefer vore the most when both parties are enjoying themselves, and sometimes accidental does lend itself to that outcome. But when I imagine it for myself, I like to feel that it’s almost a serendipitous occurrence.

For example:

A feeder helping a gainer devour a huge meal, and the gainer closes their eyes and savours all the flavors sliding across their tongue that the feeder feeds them… only to realize afterward that the feeder was one of those flavors. But the feeder is inside the gut chanting “Keep going! There’s still so much food in the fridge!” Something like that lol. 

Playfully wrestling with a partner, or even bros just being bros and somehow one guy shoving the other misplaces a hand and peristalsis kicks in. But like the prey is simply so impressed by the pred being able to accidentally do it that they are into it or something.

Or you know that song from “Chicago,” like “He ran into my knife ten times!”? Could have a caption that is like “I can’t believe you jumped down my throat like that!” “I didn’t jump down your throat, you just picked me up and ate me!” “Oh, well, you love it” “You’re not wrong, but a little warning could have been nice.”

I know this has been done before, but like on a job site or something, where someone falls from a great height and lands into the open mouth of a confused worker who happened to look up to see what the commotion was. Could happen from a theatre crew worker on a catwalk falling into an actor’s mouth, or construction sites have loads of opportunities, etc. But it would be nice to get the prey’s monologue while they get comfortable in the stomach after the ingestion perhaps something like “Eh, at least this beats having to finish the shift,” or “Hey, can you hold me in your gut till we clock out? Pretend like you can’t get me out or something.” I know the latter would defeat your purpose of the pred keeping the prey, but hey I can leave it open to you to decide what the pred does at the end of the day lol. 

Remember those Amelia Bedelia books where she does everything super literal? Maybe there could be a scenario of a guy who yells at another “Eat me!” either in a tone meaning “Square up!” or “Fight me!” and the other guy takes it literally, “Eat you? Hmm… well, okay, if you insist.” Maybe the pred can hold the violent prey in his gut until he calms down lol.

Also anything at a pool. Diving board… someone dives in… a pred is lounging on a pool donut floatie and doesn’t notice the diver as he floats in the diving path… it just writes itself.

But I have actually written a few accidental stories written. Pride Pool Party, Dreaming at the Pool, and PIZZA! are fairly recent ones. Sheet Birthday Cake and Pride & Predestination are also technically accidental.

[thepersonnamedsam]

mornings spent well - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader (basically gn, just one mention as bride)

summary: You woke up in a bed, where the sheets felt like a bad night out with your friends. And that’s exactly what happened the night before. 

pt. 2 / pt. 3

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, maybe a bit angst, generally fluff, google translated french

note: it’s weird writing about existing people, so just ignore the awkwardness plus it’s not proofread 

masterlist / taglist

Your head was spinning, and you felt like you would throw up any second if you moved your body more. You closed your eyes in hopes the world would stop spinning. Breath in, breathe out. You tried to remember what happened last night, but all that came to your mind, or more your mouth, was that awful taste of tequila.

You didn’t like tequila, its taste is weird, you don’t understand the salt and lime thing and it makes you do questionable choices. Like waking up in someone’s bed. That’s exactly what happened, because those sheets weren’t itching like crazy, and they actually felt cozy.

You lifted those cozy sheets to discover nothing. You weren’t naked, you were wearing shirt and underpants? And your socks are still on? Who undressed you last night and they were too polite to actually undress you? Not that you complained, you’d rather wear this than nothing.

With a sigh you wanted to get up without puking. But the moment you were ready to take the first step of sitting up the door opened.

You looked to your left and there was an empty bedside. The covers were pulled back and you saw the crease in the pillow, obviously from someone sleeping on it. You still weren’t sure where you were. This wasn’t the bedroom of your best friend nor was it of someone you knew and had been at their home.

The person standing in the doorway watched your every move, from looking at the bedside to wandering your gaze over the bedroom and finally landing on him. He saw you looking at him and locking eyes. A familiar feeling overtook both of your bodies, and you just couldn’t place what that feeling was.

The handsome man was still looking at you and you couldn’t lift your gaze from him as well. His hand reached his neck where he scratched it. As he took his hand back down you saw it, a silver wedding band. You slept in a married mans bed?! You lifted both your hands to your face to rub your eyes and that’s when your silver wedding band sprung in your eyes.

You had a wedding band? And the same one as the man standing in the doorway?

He cleared his throat and you looked at him. “This is awkward”, he said as he was scratching his neck once again, this time with his right hand. You cleared your throat too, nut trusting your voice after too much tequila from last night.

“Qu’est-ce qu’on va faire, merde. What are we gonna do, shit.” So, he spoke French. But you still didn’t know his name. “I guess, I mean looking at the evidence on our hands, I guess we are married?” Your voice went quieter the more you spoke. You were still hoping it wasn’t true or a dream, but his answer let those hopes disappear in a second.

“Oui, I guess we are married. You woke up in my bed and we both have a ring on our ring finger, that counts as something right?”

You let your body hit the mattress. Your head still hurting, not spinning as much, but still hurting like a bitch. And it made processing the new information very hard. “Okay, so let me get it straight; we don’t know each other, but we got married last night?” Your questionable look made him scoff.

“I know you, what are you talking about?” Now it was you who was scoffing. What did he mean by ‘I know you’? You were thinking hard, where could you have seen this man before. “Charles, Charles Leclerc, we met last week in that coffee shop where you work, and you gave me your number on the coffee cup? Do you recall?”

It hit you like a brick, of course you remember! You couldn’t believe you forgot that gorgeous face. You gave him your number, but he never texted you.

“You never texted me”, you stated. His face twisted into an apologetic look. “I texted you last night?” He was shrugging and you could see his whole upper body tense under the action. This man was built like a Greek statue. “I was in this club with my friends, and I was feeling lonely, that’s when I remembered I had put your number into my phone, so I texted you.”

“And what happened next?”, you had to ask, how did they go form texting to marrying? “You showed up and we took some tequila shots and that’s all I can remember.” His face said it all, the look of confusion and sorrowness. He didn’t know how they got from shots to this.

This was a disaster. All of this is not how you like to spend your mornings. And he didn’t like it that much as well.  

He lifted his body from the doorframe and started to walk towards you. He was just a breathtaking view. “Au moins j’ai épousé une belle mariée. At least I married a beautiful bride.”

He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this planet. And he thought you were, he thought it the moment he saw you behind the coffee machine. He was so glad he discovered your number on his cup, because he was too afraid to ask for it. Though he was confident in most of his tasks, especially girls, he just couldn’t seem to find his confidence when he first looked at you.

He has no clue how he ended up marrying you a week later. He asked himself where the hell you two could’ve gotten married. You were in Monaco and not Las Vegas. Did you just go to the registry office and asked to be married? You were drunk as hell; how would any civil servant legally marry you? Were you even legally married? You were just wearing rings, that doesn’t mean you two actually got married.

His body hit the bed as he sat down, and you felt the mattress dip down on his side. And as he took his phone form the bedside table you admired his back. His muscles flexing under his every move. Fascinated by his back you didn’t notice how he had sighed multiple times after another.

“We are legally married; I just found the certificate in my emails.” His head now turned to look at you. His eyes staring into yours. Realization hit, you were no longer single and are actually married to this man in front of you. You blinked, once, twice, a hundred times maybe, you didn’t know. 

You couldn’t believe it, you were married. “Do you think we should like, get a divorce?”, your voice was shy, you didn’t want to insult him. You didn’t want him to feel like you wouldn’t be married to him. Because you would. 

Would you not have married him if you weren't drunk? Because he would have. He would marry you again in heartbeat. “If you want to, we have to be married for at least 12 months until we can get a divorce. I say we at least try to live a life as a married couple?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. And you couldn’t say no to those eyes, it would be cruel. 

“12 months? How do you know that?” - “ I just googled it”, he shrugged his shoulders again. “I guess we could try, I don’t think I would mind it”, your voice once more shy, not sure if he heard what you just said. His eyes lit up; “Really? You would try?” You smiled at him and just nodded your head. 

“Can I kiss you?”, he asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded again and before you even closed your eyes, his body was turned towards you and his lips on yours. His lips as soft as a cloud and the kiss so sweet like sugar. You couldn’t believe it, kissing you husband, what a weird sentence going through your brain. 

“I guess I have to put your new name into my contacts”, you laugh at him as he removed his lips from yours. He smiled and said: “And what would that be?” As you typed in his new contact name he tried to sneak a glance but he didn’t succeed. Husband was now gracing the top of they're messenger chat. 

He smiled as soon as he saw it. And he couldn’t stop smiling. He was smiling like a little boy who just got ice cream. His face even started hurting a bit after smiling so much. He was sure he’d have muscle ache the next day. But you were smiling too. He was making you happy and you didn’t know how or why. He just did and you were content with that. You didn’t question why your heart fluttered every time you looked at him or how he made you smile with just a short glance. Everything just felt normal and right, like it had been that way for ages. 

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[thepersonalwords]

Nothing I do is natural, realistic, organic or accidental. I'm never spontaneous, I'm completely premeditated.

Nuno Roque

[pratchettquotes]

Teppic hadn't been educated. Education had just settled on him, like dandruff.

Terry Pratchett, Pyramids

[perpendicularpotatoes]

By sort of doing an accidental redraw, I realized that pretty much exactly 6 months ago I was incredibly excited about the left eye...

Left one is from this and right one from a current WIP.

And to make it extra fun, the original first version of the right picture that I had considered almost done in August... 😆

[lkboots15]

Accidentally asking a cat in cat language, "Would you like to eat something gourmet and tasty?"

Woman accidentally asks her pet cat, "Would you like some delicious food (live mice, or shredded turkey in gravy with cheese) to eat?" in cat language.

The female cat responds, thinking the food is available:

[house-liao-official]

you know how it is

you mismanage the estate ONE TIME and your dad goes "okay what's she actually good at? posting!" and reassigns you to the fucking tumblr branch of the CBS, which he just made up, and to which you're now the sole employee

i should have been a mechwarrior

[reality-detective]

It is all an accidental coincidence 🤔

[aammorbidccuriosity]

Quick painting whilst I just remembered, had this dream about these giant flightless coots that lived in swamps. They were about 3ft tall and had these crazy huge feet for walking over soft mud. They were critically endangered and we had to rescue the remaining few birds via helicopter to relocate them to a safer island, they just kinda chilled in the cabin with us and were generally just really mellow guys.

[fuzzyghost]

[jt1674]

[savagealoner]

I made this idea by accident, stuck with it, gave him red hair to tell the neck from the hair apart, accidentally liked that as well

[nugget-of-terror]

So I tried to do a genderbend of Beetlejuice the Musical. In my attempt to genderbend Lydia into a moody emo guy, I think I accidentally drew Virgil Sanders and Beetlejuice le fem is giving The Spiral vibes.... what have I done? T-T