#disposal mention

[vore-scientist]

In vote situations how would the smaller individual who is inside the stomach get out, how is it possible? Does the larger being just throw up on a daily basis or does the smaller individual sit in the stomach until the larger being hast to use the bathroom?

Hi anon, great question.

This is something that depends on entirely the preferences of the person making the vore content.

The second scenario is known in the community as “full tour” if the eaten person stays alive, and “disposal” if they are digested.

The first scenario… weird… I can’t think of a community wide term for prey being regurgitated. I’ve not seen anyone label such content as “regurgitation”. I guess it’s because in most safe content it is the default method. Most safe vore involves the prey leaving the way they came.

When it comes to safe vore, My own preferences lean towards regurgitation 80% of the time with the other 19.5% consisting of creative means (teleportation, phasing, under the knife/other means of direct extraction, shrinking so small they go into the vasculature and get out through glands, etc). and 0.5% Full Tour (intestines are very cool, I’m just not normally in a mood for full tour)

When it comes to fatal I do not care for disposal at all no thanks. No shame on folks who like it but it definitely grosses me out (it is a gross thing, and I say that as a neutral descriptor not a negative one. Note: Full Tour is often depicted as… cleaner than logically it would be. So the gross factor isn’t there, though this also depends on the content creator)

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Knights + wg + disposal? The wg is the most important part for me tbh

I can absolutely do that! Knights are always great.

Kneeling down before the prince, the knight keeps his head down out of respect. The king had just assigned him to watch after the young man; naturally, he'd give his very life to protect him. That was the oath he'd taken as part of his knighthood, to always protect the royal family above all else.

The prince wasn't very happy to have a 'walking hunk of metal' always trailing after him. He was small, even for his age, and the burly knight in his thick, silver armor practically towered over the young adult. He hardly spoke as the prince never spoke directly to him. He followed the prince's orders so long as they didn't conflict with the one given to him by the king, of course. Their relationship stayed strained, distant, and professional...until one night when the knight peeked into the prince's room (which he was forbidden from entering) and saw that it was empty and the window was open.

The knight panicked, of course, but he wouldn't let anyone see or notice as he began to search around for his liege. It took a bit of work, but he managed to find the prince at the local tavern, three pints into a drinking spell and so wasted he was barely standing. That was bad enough, but even worse, the prince was seated with a group of strangers. And the way they're staring at him, grinning like wolves, talking quietly to each other...the knight's vision goes red and for a time, he loses total control of himself.

When the knight comes to, he has a stomachache and he's in the prince's room. He can feel cool air exposed on his gut, which is currently sticking up in the air above him. Its gurgling and churning wetly, processing some thick meat, which the knight notices as he belches thickly. But there's another taste on his mouth--alcohol. He isn't drunk, though, and he's sure he didn't have a drop. A weight shifts on top of him and that's when he notices the prince, deep in sleep on top of his still softening stomach. The knight licks his lips, tasting booze and...something else. The pieces are coming together...and he has no idea how to feel about any of it.

The knight slipped away before the prince could wake up, and come the next morning, the young man is hungover and just as crabby as ever. The knight hopes that that will be the end of it. The prince got wasted in an act of rebellion, the knight saved him (and ended a few lives in the process, if the bone-riddled shit he left in the royal stables are any indication), and none of it will be remembered or spoken about and they can continue on as normal. Only the slight squeeze of the knight's armor on his heftier stomach will remind him and he'll be sure to work it off in time.

But the knight can't help but notice the prince acting differently. He's still defiant and closed off, but the knight notices the young man staring at his stomach every so often and his instance to be left alone comes off as forced rather than earnest and only seemed to happen when there were watching eyes. The prince never tried to shoo him away while in private. The knight can't tell if the strange feeling he gets from it is discomfort or...something else.

A week after the incident, the prince loudly proclaimed he was going to the tavern. It wasn't directed at the knight, but no one else was around to hear, and so he follows along after the prince to his destination. The knight feels a bit better about this, now that he's actually aware of where the prince has gone and is there to watch him. Though having someone like him at the dingy town bar is going to bring in attention from its patrons.

The prince tried to ignore some of the tipsy men that were pestering him, but when one grabbed the royal roughly by the arm and pulled on him, the knight saw red again. He was very aware of what he was doing this time, though, as he pulls the bastard right off the ground and into his drooling maw. Thick gulps suck the man down, and his equally tipsy companions try to help and fight back, but their clumsy movements stood no match against the raging knight. Each one would be grappled and shoveled down the hatch, steadily filling the knight's stomach. The second down makes the plate armor pop off his gut, letting it surge forward with a wet slosh, but he barely pays mind to it as he grabs onto the third and keeps eating. After the fifth pair of kicking legs are slurped down, it seems everyone else in the bar is content to keep their eyes focused elsewhere. Some flinch when the knight belts out a thick belch but no one even dares to speak.

Things are hazy after that for the full knight. He's pulled along to one of the tavern's rooms, hands all over his groaning guts as the men inside scream and struggle. Thick gurgles steadily overtake their voices and powerful acids soften their strong bodies with time. It makes a few heavy belches rumble out of him. One of them sends a skull flying, and it's met with a kiss soon after, one that the knight melts right into with a soft moan. The pampering to his full stomach would eventually lull the knight to sleep, his loud snoring accompanying the heavy churning of his gut.

When the knight comes to the next morning, his belly is burbling softly, pumping away the last bits of slop from last night's meal. It takes him a moment to realize where he is, and when he tries to sit up, he notices a heavy weight draped across his stomach. The prince, sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around the round pot gut that hung off the knight's frame. Or he had been, until the knight moved and woke him up.

The prince's morning starts with some very profuse and startled apologies from the knight, promising to never do something so gluttonous and hedonistic again, especially not with the prince. He was in the middle of ensuring he'd lose the weight in a week's time when he feels hands on his gut. The prince lifts it up from the bottom and lets it drop, making the mass bounce and slosh. The knight can feel his face heating up under his mask and the words jam up in his throat.

"You won't be losing the weight," the prince says, roaming his hands over the soft expanse of the knight's middle. "In fact, I expect you to stick with your new diet for the foreseeable future. Furthermore, you'll be allowing me full access t your stomach at all times, especially for sleeping. You can do that, can't you..." the prince leans up, planting a soft kiss on the knight's lips, "...my loyal knight?"

The knight can't do anything but nod, his belly warbling out a wet groan against the prince's hands.

[eatmecoward]

"Always love picking up younger guys at the bar," Harold said as he shook his belly, sloshing its occupant around in a thick, digestive soup. "I dunno what it is, but some of 'em see a big fat daddy like me and suddenly they can't keep their hands off 'o me!" He stifled a belch and shook his stomach some more. "Alright, now you be a good boy and digest. I'm gonna go grab a couple beers from the fridge and watch some TV while you churn into my mornin' dump~"

An ill-fitting top.

[bigwoofmom]

2. Thrill

"Two minutes past eight..." The young man muttered as he looked at his silver watch while he anxiously waited for his date in front of his local movie theater. He let out a soft sigh as he pointed his gaze towards the ground and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and began to think that he'd been stood up.

"Hello? You're James right?" A voice gently asked him coaxing him to look up, and then up further to see the face of the immense wolfess he'd been talking to on Furri was suddenly standing before him, somehow getting pretty close to him despite her height and girth, despite how disarming that was the kind smile and apologetic tone of her voice put him at ease. "Sorry I'm late, I had trouble getting a ride."

"It... it's no problem." He managed to get out after taking in the immensity of the wolfess's size and realizing he never got any pictures that showed off her height and now he was pretty sure she could comfortably rest her arms or elbows on top of his head, or just smother him with a simple hug. "It's nice to meet you face to face Lucille..."

"Likewise~" Lucile replied casually as her tail wagged softly behind her up until she turned her attention towards the movie poster and saw a poster for a horror movie. "Oh... a horror movie."

"O-oh yeah I hope that isn't a problem."

"No not at all it's just...." Lucille began with a wince before pausing to find her words. "I'm not the best with horror movies."

"Oh, well we could always switch-"

"No no it's fine it's just, I might be a bit cuddly during the scarier, thrilling parts...." Lucille admitted jokingly hoping to bring some levity to the situation before feeling her date's smaller hand grip her's firmly coaxing her into looking down to see James looking up at her eyes intently.

"I have absolutely, zero problems with that." He answered definitively causing Lucille to blink in surprise before giving a soft laugh and pulling her smaller date against her side as she led him into the theater.

"Don't say I didn't warn you hun~"

"Ugh I did warn you hun...." Lucille sighed softly to herself as she sat in the stall hearing the other movie goers that had just exited the movie they had saw while her date exited her rump after being thoroughly processed from her fear powered guts. "He was a cute one too..."

With a soft whine she dug around her pockets and pulled out the silver watch she burped up and took a moment to look it over and make a mental note to return it to James if he reformed before wiping herself off and flushing her date's new form away into the sewers and making her way towards the sink to wash her hands while feeling her jeans squeeze her rump a bit tighter as she walked.

"I hope the next date at least gets to my bed first before getting into my gut..."

[coochiekrab]

What was Kuri's Dad's "goals"???

Was he always planning to just off her one day???

I feels stupid calling this spoilers cuz it’s very unlikely that I’ll ever actually do anything with this but whatever spoilers for fucked up dad moments

After kuris mom disappears her dad becomes really paranoid about Kuri being targeted/going missing so he becomes irrationally possessive over her to prevent her from meeting the same fate; he makes conscious and intensive efforts to make Kuri completely helpless her entire adolescence so that she can’t grow up and leave him too. Never teaches her to cook, never teaches her to clean, feeds her complete misinformation about the most random stuff, does nothing to help her do better in school so that her options for college are basically null. Doesn’t let her hang out with friends or talk to his family or go online. Just completely sheltered. Forever under his thumb. If she said she wanted to drop out of school hed let her drop out with no questions asked. He wants her fully dependent on him in every way because he thinks he can protect her from the entire world like that, if she just sits like a rock in their apartment everyday for her entire life then she’ll be safe. He’s aware of how unlikable he is (both his own family and her moms family hated him) so forcing Kuri to be dependent on him also forces her to like him, if at least just in his mind. Teaching Kuri how to drive would give her an avenue to grow up and be autonomous so He Can’t let That Happen

Kuri showing signs of wanting to grow up and have Life Skills really really Really stresses him out. He had a “”lapse of judgment”” and was somehow convinced into letting Kuri get a job as a waitress (job is Avenue to Leaving Him). Letting her work for a few months really kept him on edge and just made him Hyper Paranoid. At some point when she was 19 he just snapped and became incredibly suicidal. He fully intended on killing himself but just knowing that he would be leaving a completely helpless and stupid Kuri of his own creation behind Complicated his Decision and felt as if the only ethical thing to do in that situation was to convince Kuri to kill herself with him, repeatedly proposing the idea to her several times, guilt tripping her, being completely upfront about the fact that she’ll never survive on her own. Kuri of course isnt Keen on that idea and tells him no. He feels betrayed that she won’t do this One Little Favor for him after a lifetime of “making sure was taken care of” and decides that Maybe Only He Knows What’s Right For Her. He regrets basically paralyzing her but only because its stopping him from killing himself

[whydotheycallmechimney]

the vampire diaries universe really has a difficult time letting their female characters be simultaneously kind and nurturing while also showing them to be strong and capable women, which is why hayley is so refreshing to see. yes, she’s a mother and a voice of reason within the chaotic mikaelson family but she’s also ruthless and petty at times. she’s headstrong and able to speak and fight for herself, but she’s also vulnerable and longs for someone to take care of her (which I think comes from her being forced to grow up with herself as her only form of protection)

[anactualdump]

Share more pirate information and MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙏

xD here but you don't owe me your life, I owe you my life

summary, no scripts sorry :/

ui and polaroid have been notorious partners of crime for years, stealing from other boats etc, so they're highly sought after

ui slowly changed to disagreeing with polaroid and turned good, becoming a good captain while polaroid decides to continue his pirate life solo.

ui the captain, captures polaroid whom tried to steal from him, but realises they recognise each other and bond again

ui too quickly made polaroid as captain too since he considers him equal despite the strength difference.

after a long while, one of ui's crew discovered polaroid communing with a third party and has been planning to betray everyone after a successful trip

polaroid found out ui knows and immediately went behind ui's back and threatened to kill him, forcing everyone to back off

under his command, polaroid slowly manipulated everyone that he's the better captain than ui, learning each crew and catering to their wants and needs more than usual

meanwhile holding ui hostage, polaroid tries to convince him he's still on his side but ui distrusts him

and then polaroid decided to try appeal to ui XD it didn't work too well but ui allows him to get closer (he enjoys the company lol)

meanwhile shi xuan is discovered as a stowaway, been hiding and eating the food all this time

she kinda knows about the mutiny happening in the ship but didn't care, so when shes discovered, she's turned to another hostage for polaroid, held at the captain's office along with ui and thats where they met and bonded

shi xuan has already had ideas to escape, and ui chipped in to share his own routes of escape, but was a bit hesitant to escape since he grew fond of polaroid, who's still treating ui like a partner (shi gags)

regardless ui and shi xuan managed to find a way to get away, which after realising they're gone, polaroid immediately went to go search for them instead of bringing the treasure to the third party

so polaroid ditched the ship and ends up with ui returning the threat of killing him LOL, pol backs off and they escape him, but he vows himself to hunt ui and shi down

so when they were pirate partners, they're like this lol

might get back to pirate au for this one 🤣

[furiousgoldfish]

I'm going to sit down and try to explain this with patience, to everyone who still thinks calling out narcissistic abuse is 'ableist' or 'dehumanizing to the narcissists', and that abuse is something we're all equally capable of.

I don't think you understand what narcissistic abuse is, or how it differs from the other kinds of abuse. We can agree that all and any abuse is damaging, traumatic and scarring, but narcissistic abuse is so extremely pervasive, hidden, strategic and unbelievable, to the point where I can't honestly tell it's something any regular human would be capable of. And even more than this, the survivors of this particular type of abuse have found it extremely, extremely difficult to figure out they've been abused, even when they've been put through extreme, devastating, and absolutely dehumanizing scenarios. Realizing that your loved one is a narcissist requires your entire world to break down, and every piece of your heart shatters in the realization, and it takes months, even years to accept it.

The only way we can possibly figure it out is to connect the patterns. And patterns of the narcissistic abuse are focused on erasing one's own sense of self, one's perspective and ultimately, complete control over someone's emotions and behaviours. This is often done from early on, the grooming process starts at age zero, your value, worth and usefulness is determined by them, and you cannot wrangle yourself free from it on your own, not without someone confirming to you that you've been held captive, that your free will has been taken a long time ago.

Unfortunately, I have to give some examples, because I don't think it can be explained otherwise. When I was 2 years old, a narcissistic person found it a nuisance to watch over me, and they beat me up every time I disobeyed. I was a toddler. Then they proceeded to convince me that I was a demon, and would burn in hell regardless of what I do for the rest of my life. I've been brainwashed by this person to believe I was not a human being, had no human rights, that it was correct and regular for me to be locked up, beaten, and that it was my fault every single time, even when I did all that was asked of me. This person then had me comfort them after they would beat me, because it was a stressful experience for them. I wasn't allowed to cry. I would be beaten for making a face expression they didn't like. It was random and unexplainable.

Another narcissistic person created a game where they would give me wrong instructions for a task, then torture me when I did exactly as they instructed me to. It got to a point where I would beg them to tell me what to do correctly, and they would respond with a laughing 'you should be old enough to know this' and they would be even happier to beat me up and scream at me for getting it wrong. This person not only threatened to kill me regularly, but often made me believe I was in my last few seconds of life, putting me in position where I believed I was about to die. They forced me to work for them in unsafe conditions, heavy physical jobs, where I was not allowed to say I'm tired, not allowed to cry, and even after I'd do everything, they would still tell me I didn't deserve to eat. I was a child. I didn't think for a second I was being abused. I was already brainwashed to believe that everyone else had it worse, and that I was lucky.

I had no identity besides existing for them, I had no free will except to try and make myself into something they could use, and if I didn't do a good enough job, I'd be ostracized. They loved beating me, screaming at me and making me cry, and then they'd leave me in a room crying without being allowed to make any noise, while they laughed in the room next to me, as a family, loudly so I could hear what a great time they were having. They would treat other children gently in front of me in order to try and make me jealous. They would revise every part of what they did to me if I ever tried to bring it up. I wasn't allowed my own perspective, opinion, or complaint. I wasn't even allowed to remember the abuse correctly. I would be locked in a room and questioned and punished if my opinions weren't to their liking.

I don't believe this is something anyone is capable of doing. I don't believe anyone of us is capable of torturing a kid until the kid begs to be killed. I don't believe most of us are capable of erasing a child's point of view, their reality, their humanity to the point where the child is forced to live a life where they will either comply or be killed, and they will be tortured no matter what. This isn't a regular thing that a person can easily do.

Luckily, us who have been through this, have noticed that there is a specific pattern to their behaviour. That they use almost identical phrases with which their invoke guilt, fear and hopelessness. That they can go frighteningly fast from rage to laughter to acting hurt. That they enforce their will over ours with a specific type of terror that triggers both our survival instincts and our compassion and shame. That we've been groomed by them in an almost identical way - to not believe that we're allowed our own feelings, memories, opinions, point of view, or freedom. That we have learned to exist only to be an extension of them.

We also all noticed that we're all absolutely, beyond terrified of them, and that we don't feel we're allowed to say it, or think it. That we're taught by terror to keep believing that they're good people, that they do none of it on purpose, not even the most extreme, insane, egregious abuse. That they will go to any length, even committing more atrocities, to escape accountability. That they use tactics of darvo, gaslighting, double-bind, planting insecurities, triangulating, future faking, discarding, love bombing, mirroring, smear campaigns, projection, scapegoating, silencing, throwing tantrums, victim playing, like it's in their second nature. That they're genuinely, absolutely terrifying and almost unreal in how far they're capable of going. And most of all, that they are dangerous, and capable of completely turning another human being into their puppet, and never think for a second that it might be wrong. To them, we are nothing more but toys to manipulate, control, and discard. We are disposable. There is no limit to what they can do to us, because to them, we are not alive. They would do to us what normal people wouldn't do to a corpse. And they feel superior for it.

People abused by narcissists from early age are likely to develop the most complex and extreme disorders, complex ptsd and dissociative identity disorder being some of them, because that's what it takes to survive being a child and existing next to a narcissist. This means that small children need to be shattered in pieces in order to please the narcissist. Others that are very common are eating disorders, anxiety, depression, paranoia, avoidant personality disorder, panic disorder, and compulsions to cater to everyone's needs, to the point of our own destruction. This is what they make of us, on purpose, in order for us to be of use to them. And they will forever insist it's their right.

When I'm saying the word 'narcissist', I am not referring to 'anyone diagnosed with npd', I am referring to a person who will do this to a child, and insist on doing it for the rest of the child's life. I am writing it because I don't want children to have to live like this forever. I am not aiming to dehumanize the narcissist, their actions show who they are, I am saying, be careful and aware that this person will dehumanize you. That you are disposable to them. That making you feel good in order for you to like them, is a game to them, and one they're very good at. That playing the victim at you and demanding justice, will easily manipulate you into standing against the victims of abuse and talking down to them for 'dehumanizing their abusers', and being 'ableist to the npd', after being tortured past the point of return by those people.

A lot of us are permanently damaged by what's been done to us. We are not asking for justice. We're not asking for revenge. We are asking to be safe. We're asking for this to stop. We're asking for children not to be left alone with people who are dangerous to this level. We're asking you to understand that a narcissist left alone with a child means a child in danger.

It's common to not be aware just how bad it can go, because we think that most humans know not to torture a child. We believe that nobody would do things to children that narcissists do. If you read the stories of the survivors, you'll find out what actually happens behind closed doors. The themes of torture, dehumanization, sexual abuse, brainwashing, violence, and extreme cruelty are common, even towards toddlers.

I need you to not attack those children when they grow up and say they no longer want to be around narcissists. I need you to understand that they know what they're talking about when they say it's not safe, that they want to be protected. The society already failed to protect them at their most vulnerable, and they had to make it alive by their wits alone. And now you won't even let them speak without attacking them? It's inexcusable.

If you want to know about the narcissists, read what their victims have gone through. Then make a judgment on whether we're allowed to speak, and whether it's worth warning others to hold caution. I've heard and read stories of narcissistic parents sex-trafficking their own child, holding them captive and locked up and convincing them it's right to do this, using brutal punishments to 'train' them into inhumane slave-like behaviour, keeping the children in state so terrified the children wished they were dead. And in all those cases, they still convinced the children to love their parents, and to never blame them for any kind of abuse. Yes, even in the sex-trafficking cases.

Fighting for those children to realize that they didn't deserve that, is the only correct thing to do. Fighting to help them realize they're in danger, and that they deserve safely, it's not only right but extremely necessary, it's what we all should be putting all of our energy into.

Wanting to keep others safe will never be wrong. Wanting to protect those who still have their identity, their sense of self, their undamaged humanity, their free will and their point of view, that's worth fighting for! And above all, those who already lost it all, need to be protected. We cannot allow for already badly wounded people to be dehumanized over and over again. Nobody deserves that.

[uncanny-tranny]

You can have whatever opinions about drugs and public drug consumption - I don't particularly care, and this is not the conversation for that discussion, but I saw a sharps container in a public restroom and it was exciting. It was just there, and it's the first time I've seen something like it (they also had changing tables in the men's restroom, which is also great, but I've seen that a couple times).

You have to realize that proper sharps disposal is a matter of public health and safety. Not everyone is educated about how sharps disposal works and why it's important, but seeing as how you can be infected by Hepatitis B and C and HIV, you can see why it's so important. Nobody deserves to be exposed to that, regardless of if they're an addict or not. Everyone deserves to be safe, whether addict or sober.

[age-of-moonknight]

“A Little Chaos,” Moon Knight Annual (Vol. 5/2024), #1.

Writer: Dan Watters; Penciler and Inker: Marco Renna; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[spitblaze]

in retrospect my confusion on the whole 'man vs bear' thing may have been due to the fact that i was interpreting it as a 'would you rather be trapped in a mall with five black mambas or one adult gorilla' type question rather than a 'which is safer to begin with' question

[team-magma-official]

got any good dirt on devon?

Query identified. Response expected?: Y > Engagement protocols are running... > Running user-installed program... *WARNING!* Tampering with Devon Co. proprietary technology wi1-1ii-li-l-- Overriding... *WARNING!* Access deniedD-d. Initiating f0rced hiberNation. CleeaNup protocols bootingg up. Pre-3e-pare for sysSysSTe-m-M-- Overriding... > System wipe stopped. Generating response... Output: not good. a lot. > infinity energy harvesting project and related civilian contractor pokémon catching initiative > porygon-2 "retirement" program > former employee testimonies regarding workplace treatment and conditions > evidence of assassination attempt on former employee and whistleblower Rochelle "Shelly" Khouri-LeRoux > environmental impact reports re: operations in Palm Bluff, Mauville, and Dewford areas > bribing of political officials, League and otherwise Output: among other things.

[beansoup3000]

The relationship between Breq, Seivarden, and Mercy of Kalr is so weird and beautiful and fucked up!!!

Breq, thinking that she's been presumptuous with Mercy of Kalr and potentially overstepped:

Ship responding:

Seivarden, talking to Basnaaid after she fails to kill Anaander Mianaai:

It's the way that Breq came to terms with her capacity for love when she loved Lieutenant Awn twenty years ago, but never even considered that anyone else could love her. You're not used to being loved!!! And the fact that it's Mercy of Kalr who tells her that, who probably feels the same way. Who learned what it was like to be loved bc Breq loved her. The way that Seivarden and Breq both feel undeserving of love for different reasons. The way Breq has never let Seivarden down!! The way Breq dragged Seivarden around a cold and snowy planet for months, at great cost, even though Seivarden was one of her least favorite lieutenants. The way Breq and Kalr found a kind of intimacy that restored a fraction of what each of them lost. The way Kalr sometimes speaks through Seivarden to Breq. The way these three are like the most intense queer platonic polycule you've ever seen. Bro I cannot handle it these characters are so delicious to think about

[queengeni]

Am I the only one who kinda felt some similarities between Lotor's speech while he was fighting the white lion X the blade of marmora mindset?

[moonpie016]

(This has no pictures to go with it, but at some point I'll make one. And have it separately.)

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So, I know most people make Jouse and Memento Mori the same thing, which makes sense the songs are both in the same power hour. Where he transforms from mouse to person.

But, since brain be brain.

(And I don't know if anyone else has thought about this, if you have, that's very cool)

I, while rewatching the original Tomcat disposables and Chonny's cover back to back, thought what if the original is just how everything happened. And the cover is just a dream or imaginary.

The mouse dying, thinking that what humans he lived with were nice, (referencing the original), and meeting his end asleep. But, suddenly after what feels like forever, he opens his eyes and is human. Basically reincarnated to live a new life. With having vague memories of his past life and the people he lived with.

Then the kid that was going to give Jouse a treat that wasn't poisoned sees this random dude at her doorstep. Obviously scared.

And then they become friends or something.

Jouse, now Mori, starts to realize how different humans treat mice, or anything really. He can understand mice well, too.

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Ok that was my ramble of this idea that I thought was wholesome.

I was going to put something about him having less of a fear of death, and only living his life more freely as a person. Idk.

Thank for listen. :]

(⬆️this isn't a typo)

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[pet-shop-of-horror-fan]

obviously assisted suicide is bad when its for disabled people when their disability isnt killing them, but how do you feel about it for degenerative/terminal illnesses that slowly and painfully kill you? like for example i dont want to live with alzheimers bc it seems like a fate worse than death, but i dont want assisted suicide bc of my multiple physical disabilities

We have hospice.

And even if it is morally okay to have a system of assisted suicide for the terminally ill (which I do not believe)-

The reality is that every system ever put in place has been a way to slaughter disabled people, the only difference between them is to what degree it happens.

First off, being terminally ill is a lot broader than people think. Medically and legally a lot of people are terminally ill or could easily become so. Diabetic people could become terminally ill without treatment, no matter how healthy they are with it.

If you can live a mostly healthy life with treatment but without it, you are terminally ill, then it's easier to kill you than to help you. Disabled people are already seen as disposable.

This is even more true if you could live an unhealthy/disabled life even with treatment but are terminally ill without it. As you are even more vulnerable to this system.

If you want treatment to extend your life and to be cared for in your final days, but you can't afford it, then it is easier to kill you.

And people have this pushed on them. They are told, even in places where it is illegal for a medical professional to suggest it: that it would be better if they killed themselves. The people who are supposed to love them may treat them like burdens and may tell them to kill themselves. And their insurance may not cover treatment, but it will let a doctor kill them.

That's not kindness or autonomy. And this is how every place that has assisted suicide that I could research works.

Most terminally ill people want to die because they are now or are becoming more disabled. Killing them is not dignity or mercy, it is eugenics.

And that's before you get to expansions where the law allows it for people who are disabled but don't in any way qualify as terminally ill.

But again, if you think it's moral to systematize the suicide of some of the most vulnerable disabled people by telling them that their fears of disability are rational and they would be in fact better if they were dead but you totally are not ableist and support disabled people on the whole- That is not how this practice works out in reality.

And that reality is more important than what you or I think is hypothetically moral.

The system in place does not help the terminally ill or disabled people in general. The only arguments for it are based on lack of information, misinformation, and ableism.

I am guessing that most of this is new information for you, so do more research. I would recommend Not Dead Yet as a start. And to look into other disability-lead organizations that are against assisted suicide, of which there are many. They exist internationally and if you are in the US, then there may be one in your state.

Assisted suicide is not autonomy, it is eugenics. It only leads disabled people to slaughter.