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ask-nijiro-nanase · 2 months ago

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IMPORTANT MOD POST

TW: mentions of scu/cide, de/th threats, light homophobia, hate talk and generally harsh language and themes please read at your own discretion (this was hastily put together because I have work in like ten minutes please ignore spelling errors im stressed)

So this happened i guess, these are screenshots i took from the past few days of hate asks i have been receiving for the past week and a notification screenshot i got from around when i started receiving these, and a photo of an ask i got that I had sent to a friend joking about this person consistency of sending me a hate comment several times a day, every day. I made a strict rule for myself that id just delete hate asks and not let them bother me and I have been, at the start i simply deleted these asks and hoped this person (who i assume is the same person repeatedly sending in these using the anon feature) would get bored and leave me alone, which obviously they didn't /: i feel pretty crappy since i kept telling myself that i was just going to ignore and delete these anon asks over and over again but here i am, not ignoring them breaking my own rule, it's only been around five days of this which seems kinda pathetic ig at least it feels pathetic that i couldnt just ignore this person but i have been getting around anywhere from one to six asks a day like this depending on the day, when this first started i was getting a lot of them which I just deleted but as time has went on the asks have reduced to two or three a day but it hasnt stopped completely

over the time I have actually been receiving this I quickly noticed that these are baseless comments, something you could say to hate on pretty much anyone with a roleplay blog. There were no specifics, and also I don't use tumblr ver often so it's not like i really interact with people on here outside this blog, this person does not know me and I certainly don't know them i've kinda been stewing with my thoughts and overthinking on why I started receiving hat and maybe this is completely out there and a wild guess but this person could want attention on them, even if their anon they know that this post I'm making right now, is about them, or they might just want to start shit, honestly I could be completely off and maybe this person had some weird personal motive what do i know at this point???

with the time I've been giving myself thinking about this I have just gotten really in my head and I was very worried that maybe making a post and acknowledging this anon would almost be encouraging the behaviour? and kinda the only reason I'm actually talking about this now is because I'm going to be taking a small break, I am okay ofc, just think a small break would be good for me but this means I probably wont even be checking my ask box or really responding to any messages, comments, reblogs, I'm just going to step back for a little while and focus on other things in my life that need my attention Touching on a few topics from the last time this was an issue with a different blog, the character and I are minors, you're threatening a CHILD even if I wasn't under 18 these are still just horrible things to say to someone and I really really don't want this to be a common thing or a consistent issue because I like doing this, it's fun and I enjoy talking to people on here, anon or not, I'm sure a lot of the other people who have rp blogs do as well and people like this shouldn't ruin that for them, let people do what they want to do on here it isn't disrupting or hurting anything. I'm honestly just dumbfounded I guess to why this even happening? I don't thing I've done anything 'disgusting' 'gross' or otherwise wrong, i really don't want to turn anon off because I love talking to the really nice people who interact with me on anon and I don't want to ruin it for those incredibly kind people because of one person making some nasty comments

If the person who sent me those asks is reading this, please please know that this isn't the right way to get attention or feel better about anything, in general it does nothing good of any sort, it genuinely can hurt people and if you're doing it because you actually feel that way about roleplay blogs, just block those blogs it's really not that hard. Sending in hateful messages like that doesn't give you any sort of good attention, this is something serious and horrible to do and I pity you because something must have brought you to think this is just okay? normal? It's not it's pathetic and I hope that one day you can understand how much your words could affect the people around you. personally i like to think I'm not someone who can be super effected by words, especially online since I know people will be a lot harsher when hiding behind a screen, but to think you could've said this to someone who was genuinely really struggling with their mental health and could've taken your comments to heart is sickening, please reflect on yourself because this behaviour is not only childish but cruel.

and to anyone that sent in asks recently I'm super sorry I haven't been able to reply, I have a lot on my plate right now, super busy not only with mid-semester tests and projects coming up due but I have work on top of that and I really haven't found time to answer them, I quickly just wrote up this post so there are probably spelling errors but I'm way too burnt out to fix them right now have a good day and take care of yourself everyone I don't know when I plan on revisiting this blog but I shouldn't be away for too long, promise also sorry if this whole post is just me kind of rambling I just feel kinda lost and I don't even really know how to go about this, ive never done a rp blog before and i have never received hate on any of my blogs before i have no idea what im even doing at this point

#bllk rp #mod speaks:

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bouquet-of-compadre · 14 days ago

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"...?!"

... Not quite sure how to be formal about this, so I'll just cut to the chase; info and notes (+ a slight canon subversion warning) on the...

Important Stuff

While the character is a grown-ass thing, the blog host is 17.

Intense violence, blood and gore, and strong language are fine. The former two will be tagged accordingly.

Explicitly NSFW content will not be permitted at this time.

This particular post may be updated and edited from time-to-time.

This is also my first RP blog, so things might be a bit shaky at first. My apologies if so. A LOT of lore behind this characterisation's homeland is also a gigantinorstic Work In Progress.

The 'ghost of' tags are for asks. The RP side will be taking place in what would be the 'present'. Both past and future take place back in their homeland, before and after the vacation.

Individual

They/it. Named Skilama, but it goes by most things they're called.

This guy has a known homeland! Bouquestia. We'll touch on it later.

Most interactions will be through actions and images, not speech.

As previously stated, they arrive early. This mostly just changes the amount of time spent in certain paces of the pre-blog story.

The 'feather' in the hat is a perserved piece of a bird's wing.

The Grove Cove

They haven't moved far from this place by the start of this blog, but it's gotten more familiar with the surroundings and locals.

It's met the bizzyboys by now... And grew attached very quickly. Almost concerningly so.

Tag Stuff

#skilamasks - Answers to asks.

#ghostofskilapast - Answers about skila before the vacation.

#ghostofskilapresent - Answers about skila during the vacation.

#ghostofskilafuture - Answers about skila after the vacation.

#skilamart - Any posts involving artwork.

#pokechatter - Not-an-ask.

#miserychatter - Out-of-Character/Blog-host. Ask-ambiguous.

#visitorlevelinfo - Posts about information a visitor or otherwise attention-payer of Bouquestia may or may not know.

#residentlevelinfo - Information about Bouquestia that only someone who is or knows a guy living there would know, from Skilama or otherwise.

#bouquestiainfo - Any post about information of Skila's homeland.

#outdatedinfo - JUST in case any information becomes inaccurate and I notice. I'll probably highlight the culprit like this, too.

Extra Whatnots...

This is where I'll be putting information about Bouquestia itself. Just the stuff a character from outside the place might know. Maybe some fun little misc. OOC facts, too!

IN-CHARACTER

There are three major layers of the island. Agriculture is mainly handled on the ground layer, providing an easier adjustment for anyone visiting as well as easy access to the dirt without having to migrate it.

Why the mention of adjustment? The other sections of the island are divided between a massive treehousish dome spiralling over everything... And a massive underground cave system. Neither being much for soil-based foliage apart from decoration.

Adjustment is Also mentioned due to how common it is for folk to tour the sights the island has to offer. It's nothing compared to the rift festival, but as a come-any-time place to see it gets its decent share of visitors.

People from this place are typically known as Bouquestials. You can applaud now /j

The more observant may notice that a common choice in fashion and media from here is to obscure or even cover the lower face. This, and the higher class's tendency to replicate faux eyes/limbs/etc. within their clothing and accessories. This can range anywhere from paint and tattoos to puppetry and clothing.

There are rumours of unrest amidst certain groups of residency...

OUT-OF-CHARACTER/Trivia

Bouquestia's name derives from Bouquet + Celestial - l; a nod toward its many flowers and star patterns.

Skilama is a name they chose.

#bouquestiainfo #visitorlevelinfo #godpokeskilama

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la-principessa-nuova · 10 days ago

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I find it really interesting how the way I explain my thinking often sounds so much like a plural system that I often get responses from members of plural systems either assuming that I mean it literally and relating to it, or just saying certain things I posted remind them of things that happen between them and their headmates.

I’ve realized that the reason I think like this is largely because of AuDHD. ADHD working memory challenges and difficulties with interoception (from both ADHD and Autism) mean I end up noticing many fleeting thoughts and feelings without fully connecting with them.

I end up observing these thoughts and feelings from an outside perspective, knowing they are mine, but not feeling the source of them, if that makes sense, so I see these thoughts not as another person in my head but just like things in my head, and that’s where autistic object personification comes in.

So I personify these thoughts and feelings in my head to some degree, and that means when I go to explain them, I describe them in a personified way. And when I describe the sensation to others, I often put even the nonverbal thoughts into words, with a tone of voice and things like that, in an attempt to convey the vibe that thought had.

And the end result is that it sounds like I’m talking about headmates when I’m not. And like sometimes I do actually “hear” the thoughts as voices in my head, but they feel like me subvocalizing, just different disconnected parts of me subvocalizing many very different things in quick succession, especially when I’m quickly trying to think of a response to something.

And it helps that on top of that, transitioning threw me into a state of wondering what my identity really is, and challenging prior assumptions about how things made me feel that might have actually been fear of being “found out”. So there has been the occasional discussion of identity, and it’s hard not to, to some degree, personify these versions of myself when there’s literally a name (deadname) for the pre-transition me, and a name (first new name I tried) for the version of me during my first realization I was trans, and a name (first new name I tried while transitioning) for my extremely baby trans phase, and a name (Sabrina) for me now.

And I do things like have multiple side blogs that blur the line between RP and being some filtered version of myself, where I do really “try on” different personalities.

And I often personify ADHD and Autism, and talk about them like they are distinct entities in my head even when they are clearly intertwined and all-encompassing. And I separate things like my role self vs my true self, my brain vs me (whatever that means), the versions of myself I am around different people, taking off one “hat” and putting on another, and I’m sure many other things.

And sometimes it does feel like “Who made that decision? I wouldn’t do that.” But it’s always like “Wow I know that’s how I felt and was thinking at the time but why would i do that, I’m not like that usually and I wouldn’t do that now,” and not, like, a headmate did that.

But I definitely see it not like I’m in a plural system, and not like I’m externally/logically applying a model of multiple people to explain something, but more like that is the model under which I naturally understand my brain, if that makes sense.

But yeah, plural folks feel free to relate to things I say if you relate to things, and feel free to share your similar experiences, I love hearing them. And if anyone knows more about this sort of stuff and wants to armchair psychoanalyze this post, feel free, I’m always open to looking into new things about myself and exploring them in therapy if needed. ☺️

#audhd #autism #adhd #neurodivergent #transgender #trans #plurality #sabrina is working on herself #sabrina's marvelous mind

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hootbon · 1 year ago

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Ok but seeing the fnaf sketch without context is funny to me cause my mind interpreted it as the Puppet being so distraught over Nightmarionne having a cooler hat, meanwhile NMarionne is just whimsically unaware/confused by this and is just happy to have a hat.

The sketch is really cool and I am curious as to the actual context if there is any and if you don't mind 👉👈

I’m gonna- this has deleted itself so many times, I hate you tumblr

But the context.. probably won't make a lot of sense but it was from an rp me and my friend had planned out but never did..yet.. I can't post it here because it's a hush hush secret and the other people involved watch my blog too but basically Charlie is very sad about a guy that died and nightmarionne is the bitch ass prick who did it (further context this guy survived more than he should have and wants peepaw dead)

I hc Nightmarionne is a beast of anguish, hatred, and malice formed out of Charlie’s death. It then hitched a ride on William’s car and terrorized his family (his wife hates them the most.. like genuinely they are awful to this family)

Charlie had some regrets in her afterlife and she never knew this would be one of them.. she still couldn’t save the people she loved most.

But hey at least william is dead!

#fnaf 2 marionette #fnaf puppet #nightmarrione #nightmare puppet

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lau-da-onederful-bizzyboy · 19 days ago

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IM SO EXCITED TO BE HERE

Hellow Hellow folks, da names Lau. AND IVE FINALLY MADE ONE OF DEEZ TUMBLE-ERR BLAWG THINGIES

I am what sum might cawl an art-teest, heehee. I LUV DRAWING ALL DA BIZZYBOYS DA BEST ART EVAH...(though capochin says I need to focus more and to stawp dawdling so much)

Hehe decided to make a little fun RP blog for my GGG oc

This blog is run by-@pankakeperformer

I am a Minor so please be respectful and don't be weird.

Tags

#LAUSPEAKS- in character posts and reblogs

#LAUREPLIES- responses to asks

#✏️artpostin✏️- art

#on vacay - ooc posts

spoilers will be tagged accordingly

and to close out this is a first time thing for me so please understand it might take some time for me to get used to this please forgive any slip upset I make lol

OC REF+INFO

-Uses any pronouns and is Non-Binary

-Full name is Laurelai

-He joined the Bizzyboys in her late teens and has been with them for 4-6 years now(Is roughly 20-ish at the time of the game

-Was positioned between HobbyHoo and Buzzhuzz during the events of the game(ended up becoming a secret agent for the resistance once things started ramping up/getting really bad there)

-Gets distracted very easy and then very VERY distressed once they realize they zoned out and missed half of a very very inportant set of instructions

-Has a lot of struggles with ADHD (doesn't like to share this information)

-Constantly adds different streaks of colors to their hair and puts different pins and stickers onto its hat.

-Loves to draw what she calls fanart of the other bizzyboys, and is very into "shipping" some of them in an innocent clueless sorta way... (*cough cough*-capochin and vib-*cough cough*)

-Was/IS fiercely loyal to the Bizzyboys and Inspekta until the stuff in Buzzhuzz started to down and Lau decided that the passion to create was more important (they're still very conflicted over it, and umm might not be the best secret agent...)

#great god grove #great god grove oc #great god grove spoilers #great god grove rp #bizzyboys #bizzyboys oc

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dewdr0pz · 11 months ago

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assigning my mutuals with an OC of mine!

@vibestillaxxx: you get Emmeline! very soft-spoken German girl who makes you tea & flower crowns :)

@o-kye: you get Latravious (one of the characters from my RP blog)! you've interacted with them before, so you know what they're all about :)

@vopixx: you get Piper! she smokes, drinks, dates a rockstar & swears like a sailor! she'll probably kiss you if you asked (she's gotta check with her bf tho. he won't care).

@zuuriell: you get Cosabella (my TDI oc)! lovely Southern girl :)

@smolsleepykitten: you get Carnie (one of the characters for my RP blog)! she's Wilbur Soot's stalker (who may or may not have a jar filled with locks of Wilbur's hair & other things like sweat droplets & nail clippings).

@ax-y10: you get Caverna (one of the characters for my RP blog)! a person who works at a coffee shop who may or may not be on the run from the CIA!

@radio-to-trenchcoat-demons: you get Cillian! basically Ricky Jamaraz but WAY more attractive & a LOT more wild & loud & silly. he can be really sweet & cuddly at times & will probably squish your cheeks :)

@joviepog: you get Jean-Claude (one of the characters for my RP blog)! nervous ghost boy who's basically Ghostbur but with 100x more anxiety :)

@stars-around-scars-collective: you get Emeric (one of the characters for my RP blog)! a fortune teller who can't tell fortunes.

@r0ckstardr3amgal: you get Esme! an uptight academy student learning how to control & manipulate time like clay on the run from her family.

@finleyforevermore: you get Ink! a cat that talks & rides a broom & wears a witch hat :)

#hauntytalks #my ocs #oc stuff #ocs #my characters #mutuals #i love my mutuals #moots

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 1 year ago

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Could you write a story for a normal customer from the Mega Pizzaplex eating Freddy, Monty, Bonnie and Foxy? (With disposal and weight gain, please)

Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, would love to do some stuff with them getting nommed by a random. Anyway, I'm in a really big F.NAF mood as of writing this due to some RPs with a friend, so expect a long one, folks. This is PRIME brainrot fetish content right here. This one took a bit to make...and reminded me why I don't often write this much for the blog. Still, it was fun!

For as big as this place is, one would think they could get something good to eat here. Norman was finding out that...no, you can't. Sure, most patrons didn't mind the cheap pizza or other such options, but it wasn't really the kind of food a man nearly in his forties should be expected to eat. It's all bland, empty calories that just leave his stomach grumbling for more. When he'd heard the P.izzaplex was handling more...adult-oriented endeavors, he figured that'd mean better food. It really just meant selling alcohol more openly and less filters. The booze was just as cheap and unfilling as the food, too, and it left Norman wandering around the place in search of anything he could fill his stomach with. That's when he found himself heading into R.ockstar Row.

The four animatronics the plex liked to show off--F.reddy, B.onnie, M.onty, and F.oxy--are all in their respective dressing rooms/exhibits. The place was otherwise empty, however, leaving Norman with an idea. It's not good service for this place to not have anything good to eat around here...so it's only fair if he takes the best option for him, right? No one's going to really miss one animatronic when there's so many of them. It's gotta taste better than the lousy food, too. His hungry belly is gurgling in agreement, and so, using some photo booth passes, he goes to pick out his meal right from the lunchbox. He figures F.oxy won't be missed too much, and the pirate's room is the one he enters first.

Like all of the animatronics, F.oxy is much taller than the average human, dawned in a flashy pirate's uniform with a long coat and a hat to go with it. When he noticed a customer entering his room, he got up fast and waved with a hooked hand. "Yar, what can I do for ye? An autograph, a photo, or a...private show?" He slurps over his teeth with that last line.

"Lunch," Norman says simply, looking annoyed and impatient. "There's nothing good to eat here, and I'm fed up with it. You'll have to do."

"I don't have anythin' here fer ya to--" F.oxy didn't really register what Norman meant, at least not at first. But when he's pulled down by the front of his coat, staring into the wide, drooling jaws of the customer...he gets a pretty good idea. Not that he can say anything about it, as his muzzle and face are shoved right inside. A few slurps over hard plastic and faux fur tells Norman that, for a just hunk of metal, animatronic actually doesn't taste too bad. So, he starts gulping, wedging down F.oxy's shoulders and going down his chest. By the time he's slurping down that stomach, and his gut is starting to push outward with a fox face, F.oxy begins to kick around and yell. But his arms are pinned down, and Norman has a good enough grip to keep gulping regardless.

Norman slurps past the fox's stomach. A fluffy ass hangs out of his mouth, tail swishing around and legs kicking. The man tips his head back and steadily sucks the rest of the meal down. His gut bloats out as he does, forcing his shirt up and letting the fuzzy organ hang out for the world to see. Once those kicking fox feet slip past his lips, Norman gulps a final time. There's a wet slosh as the last of F.oxy drops down into his gut, which is now curled up tightly around him. A thick, wet belch rumbles out of the man as he roughly pats the bulge the animatronic's head made. This was a very filling meal, the eight-foot F.oxy now tightly curled up in the man's gut. It's so tight that the bulges are rather well defined--Norman could almost make out the rather pissed expression on the pirate fox through the flesh. He gives the bulge another rough pat. "Best food in the building. Maybe they should start serving you guys up instead of that greasy cardboard."

"I ain't no lousy slice o' pizza! Lemme outta here, ya landluber!" F.oxy's voice is muffled, but still audible, and he's doing his best to shift around inside. It's not going well. The stomach walls keep contracting him back into place, not giving him an inch to work with. The best he can do is make the stomach slosh back and forth. "This is supposed t' be the other way 'round!"

"That's too bad." Norman seats himself on a couch in the room, his gut resting on his lap. Another crass belch escapes him and he relaxes. "At least you're filling. Shouldn't need anything else to eat for--" A long, harsh gurgle cuts Norman off. F.oxy pauses for a moment, but then the walls around him contract more, getting an inch or so smaller. Then it happens again...and again...and after the third inch, F.oxy begins to panic as he realizes he's melting.

Norman watches as his furry stomach begins to shrink downward, bubbling and gurgling intensely. F.oxy thrashes around as best he can, making the whole thing slosh back and forth. But all it does is knock another noxious belch out of the man, a bit of red fur on his breath. A singed pirate's hat comes flying out as well, splattering onto the ground. The defined bulges of the man's gut steadily lose shape, becoming softer blobs as they sink in on themselves. F.oxy's gone from angry curses to calling for help. He's able to cry out for F.reddy's to save him before the wet, hard gurgling of Norman's gut totally overtakes his voice. That's about the same time the last of the bulges finally round off. Norman's gut is left at half the size it had been, and the last of the movement in his gut finally goes still. Norman lets out a disappointed sigh as he watches his gut continue to shrink back down, messily pumping all of that fox slop away. "Dammit...you tasted better for sure, but this is just as bad as that crappy pizza. Going right through me, too..." How are even the animatronics here no better than a cheap meal?

Not to mention all the calories that fox had been. Norman already had a pretty soft body from one too many fast food runs, but he's growing plumper by the second. His gut is resting in his lap now, shirt too tight and letting his gut peek out. Then there's his tightening pants, his legs and ass growing larger inside of them. He grumbles slightly and readjusts, only to feel a harsh rumbling deep in his bowels. Yep...the fox is done and he wants out. Annoyed by the whole thing, Norman gets to his feet and simply drops his pants. A thick ass sticks out over the fox's couch, and with a sputtering fart, a thick log of shit begins to slide out of him. The logs are rather dense, given what went to making them, and Norman has to grunt as he passes them. Tufts of red pepper the dark brown, whatever is left of F.oxy's foax fur. Thin pieces of metal that didn't quite get digested are also baked into a lot of the logs. Likely an exoskeleton, now broken and in disrepair from the fast but harsh journey through a man's digestive tract. Norman can feel the fox's hook tickle him a bit of the way out, but it's hardly an issue. The long, stained coat that's now wrapped around a rusted ribcage gives him more trouble, even. The worst part is the fox's skull, which takes a bit of effort to force out finally. But then it's done, and Norman feels a lot lighter for it. The heavy pile of crap left behind is now spread out on F.oxy's couch, steaming slightly in the air and smelling horrible. His skull sits right on top, half-buried in the muck now and the lower jaw missing somewhere else in the pile. The man barely regards it, though. He's grumbling over his fatter gut and tighter clothes and, worst of all, the fact that he's somehow still hungry after all of that. At this point...he might as well have a second. They're the only thing he's willing to choke down, even if they're not good for him.

Leaving the mass behind, Norman makes his way to a different room. He figures people don't care too much about M.onty either, so he should be a good second meal. The big alligator doesn't even seem to register the man at first, too busy wailing on the couch he turned into a punching bag. It's only when his long, thrashing tail is grabbed that he notices. And by then, it's too late, because Norman is sticking it into his jaws and slurping it down.

"Hey, whaddya think you're doing?!" M.onty tries to pull his tail back out, but Norman just gulps around it. Soon he's at the base of the gator's tail, and with a rather hard gulp, he's starting to work the ass in. M.onty lets out a roar as his body is forced to fold, knees meeting his chest. The gulping continues, sending his stomach and thighs down in tandem. M.onty tries to wiggle and push himself away, but all that does is get his hands lodged in Norman's gullet. Now he can only roar out angrily as he continues to sink deeper with each gulp. Soon, Norman is getting past his chest and shins. M.onty is snapping at the air and roaring out. Each gulp sinks him deeper and deeper and soon...his head and feet go down together with a final, wet swallow that drops him down into Norman's stomach. It bounces up and down, knocking out a massive belch from Norman that sends the gator's sunglasses flying out, all while M.onty does his best to thrash about.

Just like with F.oxy, Norman's gut is rumbling to life harshly. The man has to brace himself against the wall with how much M.onty is thrashing around, but his gut is sloshing wetly soon enough, and those detailed bulges of the snapping, roaring gator are sinking in on himself. His sharp claws grow duller, his snapping muzzle sinks down, the lumps made by his tail and limbs all merge together; and finally, with another thunderous belch and a final gurgling roar, Norman's gut goes soft and sloshy. He can feel a few more fading twitches from M.onty before the lump in his gut is still, and it's swiftly being reduced completely to water weight that's chugging down through his bowels. The gator had been even bigger than the fox, but Norman is pretty sure he went down even faster. Must have been the squirming...

Norman frowns as he tries to pull his shorts down and finds that it's...not easy. M.onty really piled onto his ass, another absolute calorie bomb. His thighs aren't much better, and his shorts are squeezing pretty tight now. Then there's also his shirt, which just doesn't come down over his gut anymore. It sticks out completely, heavy and soft from all the new weight. His chest and arms make the rest of his shirt rather tight as well. That's going to be an issue, he can tell. But his bowels rumble heavily, reminding him of a different issue. He finally gets his shorts down and squats, letting out a deep rumbling fart before a dense, brown log begins to crown and stretch him out. Norman is groaning around it, feeling the thick ropes of shit steadily coil up under him in a massive heap. Fake scales are embedded in the crap, giving it a sparkly green every so often, as well as more bits from what's left of M.onty's exoskeleton. The gator's claws come out one after another, tickling the man a bit as he passes them. "Bulky bastard..." Norman grunts as he squeezes out another few feet of shit. The pile is heaping up to his waist when he's finally pushing out what would count as a skull. M.onty's jaws are open wide, shit pushing through them, a few teeth missing and his mohawk only a few strands left over. It takes a few good pushes to get it out and Norman can hear the thunk it makes when it drops onto the pile. "Finally..."

Of course, even after dumping out two hulking animatronics, Norman can't help but find that his gut is still grumbling softly. This is all just annoying at this point, but he's not leaving until he's full...or he runs out of robots to eat. And he's starting to wonder if it'll be the second thing first. For now, he's heading out of M.onty's room, struggling to pull his shorts back up the whole way. B.onnie is the last 'expendable' robot, so he heads for the rabbit's room next. He gives up on getting his shorts over his ass again by the time he walks in.

B.onnie is currently...sleeping? The robot is laying back on his couch, his knees hanging off the end with a magazine over his face while he snoozed. Norman pauses for a moment to wonder if robots even need to sleep...before his stomach grumbles impatiently and he returns to his snacking. Hoisting up the robot's bulky feet, he opens wide and stuffs them in. He starts taking thick gulps, working his way up B.onnie's legs. That results in him climbing onto the couch as he eats, crawling forward with each thick gulp he takes. B.onnie is starting to shift a bit as his waist slips into the man's maw, but he's still out. His hands are taken in as Norman starts working up his stomach, then his chest. The magazine is casually tossed aside, and that seems to fully stir B.onnie. "Huh..? What's going o--" Norman's lips seal over B.onnie's face with another gulp. Just the rabbit's ears stick out of his mouth now, and with a slurp, the last of the robot is sent down the hatch.

Norman's gut bulges out under him once again, pressed down on the couch with the man resting on it. He's on the other side of the couch now, gut resting against the armrest B.onnie had been using as a pillow. B.onnie is starting to shift around inside, confusion growing into panic as the stomach walls churn and gurgle over him. By the time Norman lets out a heavy belch, the rabbit is full-on squirming around. "Hey, this...this isn't cool, man!" B.onnie calls out, face and hands pushing against the stomach walls as best they can. "I'm the entertainment, not the food! Hello? Are you listening?" The stomach walls churn harder and Norman belches again. His gut is beginning to shrink down, inches at a time as everything sinks inward. "H-Hey, hold on, we can work this out!" B.onnie yelps. "Please?" The stomach rumbles hard and suddenly shrinks down several inches at once, the bulges getting muted. "S-Somebody! Security! Get me outta here! Anyone?! Fred! Please--" Another wet gurgle, and Norman belches deeply, his stomach suddenly compacting with wet crunches and churns. His gut rounds out fast, pumping B.onnie away and turning him into a boiling slop. It's half the size it had been, Norman lazily rubbing along the side of it.

"So noisy...almost enough to give me a headache," Norman grumbles. He gives the side of his gut a few rough pats, making it wobble and slosh. Norman is starting to wish he just took his shorts off all the way, because with how tight they've gotten on his legs, he's not sure he could now at all. At least his ass is still exposed, which is weighing down on the band of the shorts. His gut is so large that it nearly touches the ground while he's resting on his hands and knees. His shirt has grown taut, and it's starting to rip at points of tension thanks to all the new weight. Norman is really starting to hope this is the last meal he needs. Speaking of...which a deep, wet rumble from his ass, Norman grunts and starts to push. B.onnie comes out soft and thick, coiling up on the couch behind Norman. At least the position he's in lets him handle this without needing to move. Other than little tufts of purple and the dense, ruined endoskeleon passing through, Norman found it to be a rather average dump. Easiest of the three by far. At least until he finds himself struggling over the skull, which takes a few tries to force out fully and onto the pile. By the time he's done and getting up again, the couch is filled up with shit, all that's left of B.onnie. And Norman finds his gut is still grumbling.

Well, there's only one animatronic left. Norman had been avoiding it out of some common courtesy--he figured the establishment could keep running so long as it had the face of the show walking around, even if the rest of the band was reduced to manure. But his impatient gut isn't having it, and so he's walking...er, waddling into the final dressing room.

F.reddy is sitting at his mirror when Norman walks in, but the bear perks up and looks over. "Oh, I didn't realize we were having guests right now! Hello, S.uperstar!" He rises to his feet with a smile and walks over to Norman. He does pause when he notices the state of the man--an annoyed look on his face, clothes that are several sizes too small, and his stomach is grumbling and gurgling wetly. "Is...something the matter?"

"Yeah, the food here is terrible, and the only thing that tastes remotely good is your bandmates." Norman gives the side of his gut a smack, making it wobble. "But they went through me too fast, and I'm still hungry. So...down you go." He grabs the bear animatronic by the arms and shovels his hands into his maw. Wet slurping starts, and F.reddy shakes from his shock by the time he's elbow deep.

"N-Now S.uperstar, I'm sure we can find something here that will satiate you so there's no need to be going to such drastic--" A wet slurp sucks his upper arms in. "--lengths..." Norman's maw yawns open wide before his face, tongue slurping over his face. "Oh no..." His head is shoveled in, a thick gulp sucks it down, and Norman is working down the bear's sturdy chest and stomach. F.reddy tries to dig into the ground with his feet, but Norman hefts him up and begins to slurp the bear's legs down. His fat gut bulges out with a wet slosh as F.reddy drops inside, the final massive course to this meal. Once his twitching feet are slurped up, it's over, and Norman lets out a deep huff once the weight settles inside of him.

With a deep belch, Norman seats himself on the chair in front of F.reddy's mirror. Despite how fat he's gotten after the last three meals, his gut is still stretched rather tightly around F.reddy, so it's easy to tell exactly what has ended up in the man's gut. The large bear is still shifting around, pushing on the walls that are compacting him into place. Norman's gut is already churning wetly, getting ready to work down yet another robotic snack. At this point, he's not even expecting F.reddy to satisfy him--he's doing it on the principle of such poor service. Or something like that. He's more so worried about justifying all the weight he's put on than devouring the P.izzaplex's star attractions.

F.reddy is already stammering something about 'lifetime coupons', but Norman isn't listening. He pats a hand to his gut, pushing down slightly, already feeling it growing softer. The large animatronic bear is compacting down, melting, turning into gut slush just as easily as his bandmates did. He's just junk food, really. As bad as anything else Norman could have gotten to eat around here, but tastier and at least somewhat filling. As the bulge sinks inward and the defined lumps smooth out, F.reddy's resistance quickly wanes. There's a final, bubbly "S...S.uperstar...please..." before Norman shoves down on the bulge of the head and belches out, reducing the star of the company into nothing but thick chyme. Though that's at least a more sightly appearance than what he'll become soon, as all that chyme sinks deeper through Norman's system.

The weight is a serious issue for him, though. He can hear his clothes tearing as a lot of F.reddy piles onto his figure. He's completely naked before long, grumbling over the lost clothing as he sits on the scraps. By now, his gut is a massive, soft ball that stinks out perpetually by nearly a foot. His limbs have all gotten much thicker and his ass fills out the chair a little too much. Even his face has gotten much rounder, though it doesn't do much to soften that annoyed expression he's wearing. He's going to have to really work on burning this weight...

However, the only weight Norman is truly worried about at the moment is the one bubbling in his bowels. He gets to his feet with a grunt and keeps himself squatting over the chair he'd been sitting in. He pushes, wincing slightly as a bassy fart comes from him first. The smell is getting worse. But it's nothing compared to the raw stench made by the thick, dense log of crap Norman is pushing out. Whatever's left of F.reddy is heaping up on his chair now, tan faux fur and scraps of metal and wire baked into the mass. The ruined exoskeleton comes out occasionally, making Norman groan as he feels the awkward shapes stretch him out further. There's heavy thuds as the massive logs begin to spill over the sides of the chair and pile up on the floor around it. Norman doesn't pause at all, just doing his best to void his bowels of all the dead weight. One of the last things to stretch out the man's hole is the skull, barely recognizable as the famous, friendly bear. It's just worn-down metal sticking out of a brown log of shit. A few more logs squeeze out and Norman is finally, truly done.

A deep sigh escapes the man and he stands up again, taking a few steps away from the pile. It's mostly buried the chair now, sitting high enough to reflect in the mirror. Norman waves the air away with a groan. Looking around the room, he finds that there's lots of random F.reddy merch sitting around. He's able to find some sweatpants and a hoodie among it all. The pants are a bit tight and the hoodie doesn't fully cover his gut, but it's enough that it'll last for the trip back home. He walks past the pile without a second glance, just glad to be escaping the stinking room.

Norman rubs along his stomach as he waddles his way past all of the rooms, each window open to show off the four piles that the band has been reduced into. "Even the talent is just cheap food..." Norman sighs. His stomach is settled down, though. But it really had to take all four of them to sate his hunger? He's going to be leaving a very poor review of the place when he gets home. This is just terrible service! Of course, his review won't mean much compared to the others that'll come pouring in after. Nobody wants to come to the P.izzaplex just to look at four stinking piles of shit, after all.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore story #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #instant digestion #weight gain #disposal #fnafvore #foxyvore #montgomerygatorvore #bonnievore #glamrockfreddyvore #ask

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f-pauling · 3 months ago

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( hey so this is An ooc question. There's no particular reason why I'm asking you this but there seems to be a Group of ask/ RP blogs that all know each other so I guess it doesn't really matter?

I'm a new TF2 rp blog - less intending to be ask and primarily rp- do I just..send an ask/ starter to anyone? Is this group just sorta primarily an Ask blog group?

It's been forever since I RPed and it's uh different from what I remember back in the day)

Sorry for the question and all that, it must be really Awkward getting this out of nowhere.

//Guess it's time for me to make one OOC post...

Honestly... we don't know each other. I've honestly only messaged a few of them to be like "Hey is this okay to say? If I cross a line lmk". Cuz anxiety real.

I'm also new to tumblr so I don't even completely understand how this social works. I've used IG for all my years of RPing.

Soooo I can't answer for everyone in the "group", but I am open to longer RPs. I say it doesn't hurt to message people and ask. If they do longer, formal, RPs there is usually 2 ways... either in a post and reblog replies or just in private messages. I personally prefer private messages. (I can run an ask blog... write fan fic... but the public seeing me actually rp with someone? Cringe!) I would not just start with an opening - ask first. Cuz with me if you just sent me some paragraph my initial reaction is: idk you, and idk what is going on. And I will ignore it. Just ask!

Aaand the funny thing with me is I wear many hats. I've RPed many fandoms over the years... and I currently run two very different character accounts. And honestly... I chose them 'cuz no one else seems to. But man you can throw a character at me and I can likely be them... but I know many people dedicate themself to just one character. Fun fact: the only long rp I'm currently in I'm playing mostly as Sniper.

And don't be afraid to message me. I'm really chill... just shy af

#ooc #advice #tf2 #tf2 rp blog #rp account

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unoffical-sundrop · 3 months ago

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Joke Note: BEWARE OF THE HAT MAN.

Anyways hiiii! Mod here! I am proud to present this blog! There are some rules! But they're not to bad :)

Rules:

- No name dropping unless your alt or for an RP

- Harassment Free

- No proshipping unless it's an AU or just the DCA fandom in general

- SFW! If you wanna do nsfw asks, no name dropping, go on anon, and make yourself unknown. Any public asks I get that are NSFW will be deleted.

Tags:

#Sun talks - ranting

#sunfessions - answering an ask

#Sundrop ooc - mod

#[☀ Roleplay tag] - For anyone who wants to block it

#unoffical-sundrop = my name (lol)

#you have been heard - confession time

#you safe here - you're safe here!

#sundrop announces - announcement

I'll add more when I have motivation.

Friends: dear brother, you're a firework, this me did snap, emo moon, she seems chill, pumpkin lookin ahh, other blog of me, 1 week appearance, bro has more cats than me, 19 feet tall giant father, gremlins, more gremlins, lunar's partners, GIANT BULL MAN

I didn't make the gradient, but I thought it looked nice.

#tsams #sundrop announces #Sundrop ooc #Sun talks #Unoffical-Sundrop

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kitcatttt · 7 months ago

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Repurposed my old pinned as an info post to link on my new one!

Please don’t mention around me (Ships)

TPC Cube x anyone other than Lythorus (Tied to a certain someone, but I’m kinda ok with it as long as it isn’t forced? Idk what would count as forced but Cube x Marcle feels hella forced- and just TPC versions of him. I ship HOPE Cubiris.)

Pyrare x anyone (canonically Aromantic)

Circubit x any female character/oc (canonically gay)

Blixer x Wave (don’t know much about the ship, but there’s apparently something wrong with it???? Idfk-)

Circumuscle x Cirtunda (Cirtunda adopts Circumuscle in my au, plus I don’t even think they’re close in age anymore. If you find past posts of me shipping them, it was BEFORE S2 Ep 1 of TPC came out, in which my au changed)

Marcle x Squadril, Marcle x Purpex, Squadril x Purpex (Purpex adopted Marcle and Squadril in my au)

Quintagon x Cubic (Literally just DNI. Why is this a ship.)

Other blogs!

@jsab-pa - Art blog! (Run in character by Sen, one of my sonas)

@corrupted-chaoss, @corrupted-chaoss-fic An askblog and fic blog for my JSAB au, Corrupted Chaos

@lil-robo-idiot - Rp blog for my TPC oc, Penl

@coho-chat - Rp and ask blog for my ocs for the Bossfight album Caps On, Hats Off

@tpc-rp-blog - General rp blog so I’m not reblogging to my main

@sins-n-sinners - Ask blog co-run by Milo and Ebony

@uprises-on-your-grave - Askblog for Uprising, and band based on a Teminite album by the same name

@drifting-collector, @dirtnrocksnminerals, @bigfucking-gun, @hammer-of-justice, @unstable-soldiers - ROR rp blogs

Important links (to be updated)

Drama post. Don’t read if you don’t wanna get into it.

Addressing important allegations. More drama.

TPC headcanons

Sexual content and my ocs.

Pyrare and shipping.

My HOPE au vs my TPC au

Pink Heroes infodump!

My tags! (New as of this post)

#kit is on her shit again - rambling tag

#oh shit kit got a pencil - art posts

#why do you tolerate me :] - friend tag :3

#fuck me dude - vent tag, drama tag

#yay blood! :D - gore tag, art or writing

#kit focus on English class - fic tag and lore tag

#kit forgot how to draw - gacha tag

#kit go to sleep - anything I post in between 12am -6am my time (EST)

#kitty cat yaps - ask tag

#😭❓❓❓ - random thoughts

My aus + their abbreviations

Magenta Decedance - My TPC au - MD

Wilted Roses - TPC au, name subject to change to an actual one because it just has the name for the Cintasphere fic currently. Once name changes I will update the description - WR

Mistakes Were Made - An au focused on Circumcannon, where he snapped and killed his family - MWM

School Love Chaos - A college au focused on Cintagon and Circumsphere, Cintagon being the yandere - SLC

Iris Insanity - An au where Iris cracked under the pressure and corrupted - II

Adler’s Experiments - An experiment au focused on my Flowers Of Antimony, Addicus or Adler, who is experimenting on shapes with the corruption - AE

The Contract - An au where Zinnia, Dub’s successor, made a deal with Rot (the tree), and everything went to shit - TC

Lovebug - Penl, a pink hero like Cyanide, got a virus! And now the corruption makes you a yandere???? - LB

Triple Star Shoppe - Cintagon, Purpex, and Pirene (oc) started a business together! Cinta is a dollmaker, Purp is a chef, and Pi is a blacksmith. Something feels… off, though. - TSS

Sins and Sinners - An au focusing on the 7 Deadly Sins’ kids, who took over after they died. (Co owned by Milo and Ebony) - SnS

House of Horror - Come on in! We don’t bite :) - HoH

Not Of The Machine - One of my ocs, Penl, is the only human in a world full of robots. Thus he’s forced to stop the corruption since he’s immune (it’s a virus!) - NOTM

Crystalline Hivemind - An infection au with Amethyst :] - CH

Robotic Necromancy - The Chipzels died, but had their souls trapped in animatronics! What do you mean this is a FNAF au? - RN

False God - The Tree killed Circumsphere out of hatred for Cintagon, so he decided to rebel - FG

Hope - My version of the scrapped Hope series by Brittney Robinson - Hope

Corrupted Chaos - My main jsab au - CC

Purity. - A tree cult was started after the corruption event in CC, and its just as bad. - Purity

Neutralized Nemesis - Another jsab au, where all of the bosses are dating a hero (includes the beta heroes) - NN

Failed Opposition - A bad end jsab au - FO

My ships (and the au’s they’re in)

Pentellow x Iris (both poly) - All except Hope

Cube x Lythorus - All

Cintagon x Circumsphere - All, one sided in SLC

Rincle x Circumuscle - All

Polyhedron x Cirtunda - All

Pentellow x Ajaceare (also poly) - All

Quintagon x Ajaceare - Not in any due to age differences

Dub x Barracuda - All

Iris x Circubit (Poly once more) - All

Hexagram x Circumsphere (exes) - All except Hope, dominant ship in SLC

Cube x Iris - Hope

Cubical x Iris (exes) - All, not together

Cubical x Circubit (also exes) - All, not together

Dividers made by @trash-jsab

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