#Especially for a budge???

[aspartameabuser69]

i got another bird!!! Sorry for the low quality (also ignore that one of the Miku’s hair fell out- I need to hot glue that in at this point lmao). His name is Jeremiah.

[daisywords]

as someone who was raised with a comparatively healthy mindset around food, I keep being baffled/concerned by other people’s eating practices that they’ll just drop like it’s no big deal. “I’m doing this intermittent fasting thing where I only eat one meal a day” girl if your one meal is the salad you eat every day for lunch I’m. that’s eating disorder behavior. and they talk about this stuff like it’s normal! “I’m trying out this new meal plan where—“ oh a starvation diet? You’re starving yourself?

[sirenspells]

Honestly one of the most fun things about witch siffrin au is that Loop is part of the main group since the beginning. Granted, they're a cat and Siffrin always has to translate for them but they're there!! Being an asshole in the best ways a cat can

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Writing and posting Omri de Riva fic is going to be such a roulette on this Viago-loving website but it's a risk I'm willing to take

[legionofpotatoes]

about your last reblog... I actually wrote up some information about Zur / DAO's music and would appreciate if you could reblog it - it's my pinned post

Sure, will do you a solid, but truthfully you're preaching to the choir here. I am well aware that he's a raging zionist who learned all the wrong lessons and perpetuated it in every fiber of his output. I'm generally not interested in juxtaposing that against culture war issues around who is allowed to work on dragon age and such, it just isn't a priority for me in any sense. But I digress, I know it's important around here

[tenebriism]

If it's your lifelong dream to have kids/raise a family, Zenos is not the partner for you. I don't think this comes as a surprise, really, because WHO in the world would think Zenos Yae Galvus could raise a child, but even AFTER he's been shown love, is reformed, is ' FIXED, ' basically... he still does not want kids, and will not budge on it.

[eternalchant]

i will not engage with fandom discourse engaging with fandom discourse is the mind killer

[tadpal]

through a comedy of errors the five hair dyes ive slapped on my bleached ends have stained to my EXACT natural colour and the several inches of grown out has stained copper. so now i have 2cm natural colour, 4 inches of copper, followed by 8 inches of natural colour again

[ohmydais]

Soo I just got back from seeing the high school production of The Little Mermaid that I was helping out with tech for for the past few weeks and OH MY GOODNESS??? I didn’t get to find out a whole lot of info because I just helped with painting a few set pieces and all that but they were Amazing.. like I’m not even saying that just because I helped out they were So Good

[meowmeowmessi]

PL truly is the epitome of farmers league

[paintpanic]

when are we getting Kirby Triple Deluxe Deluxe. huh.

[boomerang109]

okay i have my fan going fast enough it sounds like it’s going to fly off the ceiling and kill me maybe i still have a chance at life

[pigeondrone]

Think it would be fun for there to be a ffxiv fic that starts seeming like a "reincarnation into your favorite game" story where the wol is so happy to be in their game as their created avatar but then they experience the events in reality and it's no longer the fun game there are tragedies happening and more to come so they begin trying to work around everything to minimize the death and suffering they know is coming but everything continues on its set path. Think it would be real fun if that wol is in Elpis, everything still going wrong but they desperately try to fix things before the ending they know comes (or worse) while they try to battle the conflicting senses of belonging and not. How fun if the twist is that it was never the typical reincarnation story but the soul was Venat's successor, the last Azem, and the wol is only a shard as the memories shattered.

[aidenwaites]

Anyway. Renfield's a very good boy

[ryuki-blogs]

Carrying 45 kilo fridge to the second floor because there was miscommunication between the shop and the shipping company? No problem.

Adjusting legs on the fridge so it's leveled? I've been defeated.

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*