#Untitled Case

[don-lichterman]

Netflix สมคบคิด EP1 ชวนวิเคราะห์ HUNGER คนหิว เกมกระหาย | เจอร์รี่ @jordoror x จีน @ScoopViewfinder

“Netflix สมคบคิด” รายการใหม่แกะกล่องจาก Netflix Thailand พร้อมแล้วที่จะเปิดโต๊ะชวนคนรักหนัง มานั่งวิเคราะห์เจาะประเด็น เปิดโปงแง่มุมซ่อนเร้นในโลกซีรีส์และภาพยนตร์ EP แรกเปิดประเดิมด้วยสองตัวจี๊ดสายหนังในโลก YouTube “เจอร์รี่ จดอ. JUSTดูอิท” และ “จีน ScoopViewfinder” จับมือกันมานั่งวิเคราะห์ เจาะประเด็นเดือดจาก ‘HUNGER คนหิว เกมกระหาย’ หนังไทยคุณภาพที่ไม่ได้มีดีแค่เรื่องอาหาร…

[targarrus]

pure dopamine

[o-uncle-newt]

It’s HERE

Very conveniently I’m home over the weekend recovering from oral surgery- great timing, should be able to knock out a quarter of it at least

[housewifebuck]

7 sentence sunday

tagged by @spotsandsocks @shitouttabuck @devirnis @lover-of-mine @wikiangela @honestlydarkprincess @cowboy-buck @callaplums

I cannot believe whump won the poll with u horny bastards. but here's a little bit of a sickfic I impulsively started and wrote 1k words of at approximately 2am last night 🤪

“Oh, Buck,” he murmurs, and Buck starts suddenly, lifting his head like he’s only just noticed Eddie’s there. His lips quirk upward into a weak smile that Eddie can’t help but return.  “You’re here,” Buck says, voice raw and scratchy. Eddie moves to his side, sitting on the half of the coffee table that isn’t already occupied by a six-pack of ginger ale, an uncapped bottle of Pepto Bismol, a bottle of water, and a sealed sleeve of saltine crackers. It paints a fairly obvious picture even without the lined wastebasket on the floor beside Buck’s head. Eddie reaches out to flatten his palm against the base of Buck’s neck. His skin is hot to the touch, and Eddie’s hand comes away damp.

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @diazblunt @arthursdent @singlethread @loserdiaz @bigfootsmom @911onabc @elvensorceress @sibylsleaves @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @giddyupbuck @bucks118 @gayhoediaz @theotherbuckley

[stonelions]

it is friday so. crops of a racy sketch....

[writeouswriter]

No more benefit of the doubt, you're all bots and I'm all alone on this site as a test subject of psychological research, blockedd, blocked, you're all blocked

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 62

The league are all not enjoying this newest magical incident. See, it started with this artifact, this effigy of some sort of waterfowl creature. It started with them bringing it to the watchtower, y’know to be secured for the JL Dark to check over. The issue is that someone was running late and said someone ran into someone else who was carrying said magical thing meaning it got dropped. And look it shouldn’t have been that fragile, but it broke, and uh…

Suppose they’re the duck-tice league for now…

[i3utterflyeffect]

Random idea, Sitck!Alan with a halo, but it's this thing

[Ibis paint color wheel]

OUBGHH...... YOUR MIND IS HUGE

[utterentropy]

You've heard of freakishly tall Soul now get ready for Cat Soul

This is what happens when a higher being allows me to have creative liberty, inevitably somehow, somewhere, somewhen, I will turn a character into a cat (and it's always the villains too!)

This AU is already like crazy canon-divergent where's the harm in Soul having feline qualities

[jessicas-pi]

i hate it when i'm pondering an AU and think of a solution to a missing plot point but it will only work if I scrap a different plotline that i was frankly quite attached to :(

[permian-tropos]

reading disco elysium post-canon fic is really hard bc on the one hand I like casefic because I like fanfic with actual plot, and these writers do all kinds of cool smart stuff that feels beyond my skill level (so I really do admire it), and on the other hand I genuinely do not like the other RCM characters, I get little joy reading about their camaraderie or their squabbles, and the procedure part of the police procedural constrains the magic out of what harry and kim have in canon that feels so special, which is their ability to wander around aimlessly doing fucking weird things all the time, chaotically attuning themselves to a dense and haunted and wondrous setting

[goldenspringmornings]

plotting is very new to me (im very much more of a pantser) but my keir fic is making me think of what the hewn city is really like and how the magic system of the world works and it made me think of just what the night court’s special magic would be cause they’re the only ones without a specific ability iirc cause feyre never mentions what power she gets from rhys from the end of acotar expect that in the next book she’s experiences trouble with her daemti powers so long ramble short I’m headcanoning that daemati are all either native to or descended from a night court

[blimbo-buddy]

can you tell us more about madre antre's story/world?

-Cracking knuckles- here we go. Note, this is all still a work in progress, some stuff will change or be removed/added. I'm also open for suggestions and criticism on anything and everything Tw/Cw for: Mentions of abuse, attempted child murder, a lot of war and a lot of death

About the world:

This one is more lacking as I still need to work through some things, however some general base ideas are there

-The location isn't anything specific, not really said what country or state or city it takes place in either

-Though, I draw a lot of inspiration of locations/descriptions from Los Angeles or California as a whole

-A lot of the culture you see with the animals in general is all based off Mexican culture, dialect, language, traditions, etc. I'm planning on integrating more stuff based on other Latine cultures into the world

-Domestic animals almost worship Alebrijes, colorful and vibrant statues that the humans often create. They believe that once you die, you become one of these creatures

-Most animals (specifically domesticated ones) don't view humans as some scary death gods pre-explosion. Post-explosion, their opinions on humans begin to sour up a bit, humans are animals just like them, and animals are neither good or bad. Animals can do harm, yes, but not on the level of mass destruction that humans had caused

-Going along with the previous statement, some animals are dead set on hating humans because of this, blaming all of them for the explosion. Obviously, this is not true, and other animals know this, arguing against these bold claims of humanity being monsters

-Non-domesticated animals (such as foxes or deer) refer to Humans different, often citing them as "Snam/Snamuh", "Elpoep", or "Nosrep", while domesticated animals simply refer to them as Humans. Another common spelling/pronounciation of "Snam/Snamuh" is "Nam/Namuh". Same thing, just remove a letter

-Animal religion will usually depend on the community in question. Sometimes animals of different species will believe in the same thing while groups of one specific animal (such as a clowder of cats or a herd of deer) will believe in the same thing. It all just depends really

-Domestic animals view houses, buildings, cars, and machines as having a symbiotic relationship with animals, more specifically houses. I kind of talk about this in this post but it's not about the story in question

-The opinion of humans isn't set in stone based on whether you are domesticated or not, there are coyotes who love humans for the scraps of food that they leave behind for them and there are dogs who don't trust humans because of the abuse that they were put through. They understand that humans are not all the same just as the other animals are not all the same

-This world (or at least, this area) has been devastated by a recent ongoing war that ravaged the city. The once bustling and prospering place of opportunity for humans and animals alike had devolved into a place of constant fear

-Without getting into the nitty gritty of it all, there has been a lot of casualties that preceded the explosion. Lots of military corruption that led to some soldiers firing at their own citizens, gun fights being a common thing (Which is how Pipit's human died, shot in the head by a stray bullet)

-Post-explosion, a good amount of life is decimated, especially human life. The ones who aren't dead are in the process of dying slowly and painfully

-A large, nearby zoo had recently been destroyed, causing all of the animals who survived the destruction to be let loose into the wild. From what you can expect, this completely set everything upside down as new, invasive species were added into the ecosystem. Overgrazing, over hunting, territory takeovers all transpired.

-Although some zoo animals have formed alliances with some of the other non-zoo animals in agreement to keep the hunting/grazing to a minimum, not taking more than they needed

About Madre Antre:

-When she was a child, she resembled a lykoi (I don't condone the breeding of Lykois due to the problems that arise with their skin)

-Madre Antre can't remember her old name, it hurts her own brain to try, too many bad memories attached.

-Was like a child psychic sorta, she could predict the future that chronologically, extended even past her death in the far off future

-However as her visions grew more and more disturbing, the animals (more specifically the cats) of her small community began to fear this young child

-Rumors started that anything that she said would transpire would come true, good or bad. But only the bad was focused on

-The straw that broke the camel's back was her biggest vision yet: “A Fiery, destructive cloud of Hell, searing the skin of both earth and beast."

-The cats decided that she needed to be killed in order to prevent future tragedies, including the world-ending one

-Her sister helped her escape into the woods and the cats who were going to execute Antre claimed that they had killed Antre

-Her sister had to stay painfully silent, knowing that if she revealed that her sister was still alive, they'd continue to hunt her down. So, she stood by and watched her family scream tears of mourning and depression

-So anyways, back to Antre, she's not really having a good time out in the wild. She eventually finds a seemingly abandoned fallout shelter, however, she finds out the shelter had a large hole in the corner. She didn't think about going deeper in to figure out what it was but, eventually, she did.

-The dug out hole eventually led her into a behemoth of a cave system to take further shelter in. She eventually gets lost.

-She meets a large group of cave salamanders who keep her company. Weird, yes, but they're nice enough to her as long as she doesn't eat them

-Slowly, her fur begins to shrivel away and flutter onto the cave floor due to stress and a bunch of other things that are really hammering into her poor mental state

-Her previous vision (The world-ending one) plagues her thoughts and dreams, she can't rid her mind of it, all of those animals that she witnessed be turned into swirls of dark red dust as they were swept away by the inferno. So, she ventured out of the tunnels to search for supplies. Supplies that she used to paint.

-She felt that painting her visions that she had seen would take her mind off of things, which wasn't a lie! The cave walls were scattered and decorated in beautiful and vibrant paintings that depicted visions, new and old, good and bad.

-As a side note: Antre's brushes were made up of a few items such as grass or dry brush, but she also would scavenge some fallen clumps of her fur to use as a brush.

-But her biggest and most personal project was, you guessed it, the World-Ending Vision. This one took her a long time to complete as she found the biggest wall of the cave, scaling it's massive size to achieve the proportions that she desired. All with the help of her Salamander Cluster to help her out

-Eventually she runs into other animals who they themselves had gotten lost in the caves. She usually helps them find a way out of the caves

-However, some animals came to seek sanctuary from the caves just as she did. Some animals came from abusive households which is why they were there. Unwilling to turn away those who are in need, Antre agrees to let them stay

-One of these animals is a cat named Pipit, who's owner was tragically shot in the head when they were both escaping a bunch of gun fire that had erupted suddenly (Going back to the previous section about the world)

-The animals that she helped leave the caves go on to spread the word about her, referring to her as Madre Antre

-Things are going… decently for Madre Antre I suppose. She's not so lonely, but, she's still plagued by her visions and anxieties of the "Hell Cloud"

-Madre Antre is looked up to for her odd but charming character and her visions plus her wisdom during this period. So, things aren't going bad for her.

-One day, Madre Antre heard the scuffle and worried chatter of the animals within the caves. She followed the voices and told them all to stay within the caves while she checked outside

-Faint, distant sirens delicately filled the air due to the distance they were at, her rheumy eyes spotted an odd black blot fall from the sky like an angel falling from grace

-It plunged into the earth and Madre Antre felt her heart plunge with it. She gazed into it's eyes, into it's fiery, destructive soul. A Fiery, destructive cloud of Hell.

[cryptic-bee]

this account has been very dead I should probably explain that huh-

if it wasn't obvious by my lack of activity I've for the most part moved on from mcyt stuff! I'll still watch videos occasionally don't get me wrong, still love those weirdos, but as for posting art or fics about the funny guys I haven't been very motivated for that :]

I've been more interested working on my oc comic instead!! Little Devil Town my beloved <33 I'll probably be posting about them from now on, but I know a lot of people followed me from my mc writing, so here's your heads-up that probably won't be happening from now on thumbs up

as for the TCD!Cleo fic I'll attempt to get that finished soon but yknow. I make no promises-

so that is all :]

TL;DR - I've moved on from posting mcyt stuff here, I'll try [keyword being try] to get TCD!Cleo fic finished at some point, and I'll be moving on to subjecting you all to the horrors that are these freaks <3

[banana-together]

Does anyone know what the deal is with the untitled blogs? Whenever I get a new follower and it’s clearly a porn bot I just block and report on sight. But then there’s tons of blank blogs with pictures of women as the profile picture. So like, they can’t get me to go pay them money for their porn or anything if there’s no link to a website. So I’m wondering if they’re bots or just really new users? They’re probably bots but it doesn’t make sense for a bot to not have a purpose.

[coffehbeans]

You blocked my da3dm account but I'm not a vore blog

I do like it but I don't really post or do much with it, and I did see your bio but I'm really not

I just want to read your cool stories bc they're all really fun

If your blog has retweeted vore posts I blocked it, because I don't want my stuff to be associated with vore. I don't want it to appear in vore blogs.

But I'm very grateful that you've read and enjoyed my stories, so I unblocked you for now. (it makes me really really happy that you like them, so thank you so much!)

I don't mind people who enjoy vore reading my stories. Honestly, like what you like, I don't have an issue with it at all.

My problem is when people interact with it, by a like or by a reblog. It accidentaly makes a faint association between my g/t content and vore content, and I don't like it. I don't have nor do I want my content to have any connection with vore.

In order for people to understand this better, I'll mention something that happened five years ago in this community, some g/t people who were there will remember it. There was a professional artist who made a project based on Arrietty, with character designs, multiple paintings and everything. It was a hit in the g/t community and people were reblogging it left and right, including me. The artist didn't like it, however, because she browsed the g/t tag and, naturally, found a lot of fetish stuff mixed in. Someone sent an ask informing that artist that g/t is not a fetish and she understood it, but even then, she didn't want g/t blogs to reblog her art project, because she felt uncomfotable with the idea regardless. I understood and respected her decision, and stopped reblogging her stuff.

You can read my stories and see my art, I don't mind. On the contrary, I appreciate it. But please do not give it a like or reblog (if you have vore content on your blog), otherwise you will be blocked by me. Hope y'all understand.