#as I always say lol

[quotemenevervore]

I promised I was working on fics!!!

Content warnings: soft, safe g/t vore. Mentions of slight panic on multiple parties, potion gone wrong?

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Dream cackled, giving chase to the two smaller people. In the nether, normally he wouldn’t be so reckless, what with the piglins and the rough terrain, but…

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He’d been collecting blaze rods in the fortress, with only Sapnap and George in the nether with him. He guessed the other three hunters were grinding for material, or trading with villagers to get better material. They’d done it before, he wouldn’t put it past them. At seven, he heard them yelling close by, and tucked himself behind the fencing of the blaze spawner, waiting to see them. Sure enough, they came around the corner pretty quickly, only seeing the spawner.

“Didn’t you say you heard him over here?” George spoke, irritation evident in his tone. “I did. Even if he’s not here, he’s still in the fortress. There’s no way in hell he got far enough to not be close by.” Sapnap bit back, stepping up into the area with the spawner. Which.. meant that he’d be spotted easily. Taking a breath to settle the nerves twisting his stomach, he put a foot on the rung of the fence, hands reaching up so he could vault over it.

The second he and Sapnap made eye contact, he swung himself over the fencing and bolted away.

Or, he intended to, until the sound of breaking glass right behind him and a strange sensation filled his body, the smell of burning earth filling his nose. Unused to the sensation, it being nothing like shrinking potion’s effects, he doubled over, slightly worried as he felt choked up. It was like everything he had on was too tight…

When the sensation disappeared, he was immediately alerted to George and Sapnap screaming at one another. “Why the fuck would you brew a growth potion!?” “I used the wrong mushroom, it was an accident, I got them mixed up-“ “You are not fucking colorblind to blue!”

Oh. So it was a growth potion. He looked down at both of them, too caught up in their argument to realize he wasn’t incapacitated by the effects any longer. Sizing them up, he noted that Sapnap would easily fit in the palm of his hand. George, on the other hand, probably would be a little under the size of his hand. So technically, George had just doomed them to lose. With a grin the other two couldn’t see, he began to slowly reach for the brunette. Unfortunately, Sapnap caught the movement and yanked George away from his hand. The grin only widened as the fireborn glared up at him nervously, dragging George with him as he began to back up.

“We run on three.” The blackette muttered into George’s ear. He gave a small nod, eyes locked onto their now giant pursuer.

“1,” Dream had pulled himself onto his feet, crouched down so he could keep an eye on them but also give chase as he suspected he would be.

“2,” The nerves George had were threatening to choke him, breath coming unevenly. Sapnap was better at hiding his own nerves, but it didn’t mean he didn’t feel chills running through his spine at what look he imagined Dream having under the mask.

It was like time had come to a standstill, lasting an eternity and a second all at once.

“3!” And then the prey were running, and Dream began to laugh, gladly giving chase.

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The terrain was getting worse, mixes of soul sand valleys and rough netherrack to traverse, all while being pursued by someone who could literally break anything standing between him and them. That, and the mobs that weren’t scared off still tried to attack them.

They’d been running long enough that the hot air of the nether burned the human’s lungs, and Sapnap’s legs burned from exertion. As if that wasn’t bad enough, George was beginning to lose his footing more and more, and the ghasts blowing holes in their path wasn’t making it any easier. Finally, George had slipped right into a hole a ghast had blown up, and Sapnap, still clinging to his hand, went down with him. He didn’t expect lava, prime no. Not with Dream so close behind them.

Sure enough, they landed with a harsh thud into the giant’s fingers, digits curling around both of them to keep them safe as he pulled them up. A sigh of relief escaped the blonde, unfurling his hand once he’d gotten the two up to a safe spot. George had passed out, exhaustion and fear making his consciousness shut off like a light, and Sapnap couldn’t say he was faring any better. “Jesus, Dream. You scared the fuck out of us.” The man in question moved his mask to the side, giving the fireborn a shit-eating grin. “Your fault for thinking potions are a good idea. What were you gonna do if you had the right potion, Sapnap?” “You know damn well what I would have done.” He rolled his eyes, falling back so he lay beside their brunette friend.

“Maybe I should return the favor, then.”

“With what potion?” Dream simply used his open hand to pull the purple elixir out of his inventory. “For fucks sake, man. You’re, like, obsessed with storing.” “You never know when you need it. I know I don’t need to remind you.” A shiver went down Sapnap’s spine at the mere mention of the incident with XD. “Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, then, I wanna sleep before the others come looking.”

George went first, easier and yet harder to get down. It wasn’t that he was scared or nervous as to why he didn’t watch, he just wanted to keep an eye out for the others. At least, that’s what he’s telling himself. He had that discussion with his fiancés already, Dream doesn’t need to request another one on one.

When he was finally tipped into the other’s maw, he relaxed instantly. If it had been near the beginning, when the last person he’d been stored by was Bad when he was a kid, he may have been more hesitant, but now he simply went limp, a soft purr building up as he let the larger do whatever he wanted. He wasn’t kept there for long, only licked enough to make it easy to get him down.

“Dream!?” He all but smashed the poor fireborn to the roof of his mouth, wincing at the angry and surprised yelp that he pulled out the other. He couldn’t focus on that long, seeing as the man’s father was nearing quickly. “What the muffin happened!?” He swiped his mask in front of his face, quickly swallowing the smaller down to join George. “Uh, potion gone wrong?” He replied, slightly out of breath. “Potion gone wrong? What were you trying to do!?” “More what George was trying to do. They tried to shrink me, and they had the wrong potion.” “Okay, Sapnap is not that dumb. He wouldn’t have let that happen. Speaking of which, where are they? Did you scare them off?” “They’re closer than you think, I just stopped chasing them.”

The demon’s eyes narrowed, glaring the mask down as he thought about the man’s answer. “Right. And they definitely aren’t in your stomach. Because you don’t have purple potions on hand.” He sighed. “What gave it away?” “You just did.” The smaller smirked. “And I heard you and Sapnap talking about the potion before I made it over here. Heightened senses, remember?” “Oh-“ “But I don’t know what you meant when you said you don’t need to remind him. Did something happen?” “I wouldn’t worry about it, Bad. We got it taken care of.” The look on the demon’s face told him that the other wasn’t gonna drop it, but he relented regardless. “So now what? Do we call it off again?” “Gonna have to. You’re down two hunters and I can’t shrink without releasing them.” “Then how are you gonna get back through the portal?”

“. . . Oh.” Dream hadn’t considered that. Bad sighed exasperatedly. “I’ll call Sam, see what he can do.”

After a bunch of time was spent grinding for diamonds to make a pickaxe and then getting a lot of obsidian, Sam and Antfrost had finally made a portal big enough for Dream to come through, lighting it after informing the other two that it was complete. Sam went through alone, Antfrost offering to stay back and watch for mobs. Thankfully, the portal spawned pretty close to where his now giant friend sat, Bad curled up beside his neck. “Hey Sam.” Dream spoke lowly, offering a sheepish smile. “I’m about to give up on these manhunts if this is all we’re gonna do anymore.” He groaned, glaring up at the larger. “Blame George. He’s the one that started all this.” “And where is he now?” He quipped, turning to lead them back to the large portal. “Do I really need to answer that?” Dream hovered a hand over the demon on his shoulder, keeping him steady as he rose up to follow the creepertaur. Sam did his best to not act intimidated by the thundering footsteps behind him, reminding himself that it was his friend. “I’d rather you didn’t.” With that, the purple swirls of the portal came into view, and Sam wasted no time going through it, beckoning the giant to do the same.

Antfrost rolled his eyes when Dream stepped through the portal. “Should have known something was up when Sapnap and George were being all secretive about a plan.” “They were trying to shrink me again, you can see how well that went.” “Are they coming? Or..?” Dream’s face dropped in shock, suddenly thankful for the mask covering his expression. “I told those two they had to collect some supplies from the nether for ruining another manhunt.” Bad filled in, tail curling slightly around one of Dream’s fingers. The giant couldn’t tell if it was for his comfort or because he was lying to save their skins. Either way, a soft sigh of relief escaped him, and thankfully it seemed that the cat hybrid shrugged the entire situation off. “Serves them right. Trying to be all secretive during what’s supposed to be a team effort, no wonder we keep losing.”

They said their goodbyes pretty quickly after that, Sam and Antfrost going their own ways. Bad counted up to a hundred after they’d left before turning to Dream. “Now what?” “I guess I make- oh.” “What?” “Was gonna make a splash potion of shrinking. Kinda can’t do that at this size.” The demon groaned. “You all are impossible. I’ll go get the stuff for it.” “Thank you, Bad.” “You're welcome, you muffinhead.”

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Dream didn’t release the two when he got to his base, sending a text to Quackity and Karl to let them know that Sapnap was gonna spend the night. He knew he should give them the choice, at least, but both were still sleeping pretty heavily and he felt bad trying to wake them up. He wasn’t even worried about his own bodily needs; He’ll just eat a lot of breakfast tomorrow and make up for missing two meals today. Not like he felt hungry anyway. He himself felt pretty tired, flopping onto his back on the couch. Should he have gone to his bed? Maybe, he was too tired to really care though. The couch is good enough. He drifted off quickly, arms draped subconsciously over his stomach.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

animal farm (1945) - george orwell

"womp womp"

[inkskinned]

in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill

[aviomons]

All of Grian's signs to other Hermit's in this video.

Excluding Mumbo's because it was kind of a diss on the back of his base. I'm so proud of all the Hermits this season, and i'm so excited for season 10. Can't wait for all the amazing things they will do.

[uptownthots]

I think if you consider yourself someone who genuinely cares about dismantling bioessentalism and the speaking out about harm it does to society you HAVE to acknowledge that bioessentalism is one of the oldest tools in the patriarchy's toolbox and not something twentieth-century TERFs invented

[soosoosoup]

Chord Striker Au by @thatbennybee

[stargirl230]

kaito screencap redraw! plus my favorite panel from the scarlet return arc lol

I've been reading detco for like 2 years and the unhealthy obsession fanart motivation finally caught up

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[thunderc1an]

a kittypet ventures into the old wild cat territory

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona

[buppkizz]

a very small engiespy moment...

[shorelinnes]

favorite lee know looks (2/?) ↳ superbowl (japanese version)

[willowser]

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

[keii]

late morning