#external view vore

[zealousartisaneggsshepherd]

Grimsley's hotel room meals

At the Alolan region in the Big wave beach in the hotel nearby the beach,Grimsley,a member of Elite four,and he has wear an outfit that's similar to Sharpedo,and he has come here to rest after he has battle with other Pokémon trainer around in the area,and their names are Jacob,the guy who's bulking muscles on his body,and he has a dark brown hair,and he's wear gray shirt and white shortpants and Lucas,the guy who's has bulking muscles on his body like the same as his friend Jacob,and he has a pinkish-orange hair,and he's wear a blue unbuttoned shirt,and black brown shortpants. In the hotel,where he's walking in,and he has talk to some of the employee there to check in,at this hotel, before he has take his luggage into his room,after the employee has choose a room for him.

Grimsley has walked in the hotel,to find a room that the employee has added him to live,when he's arrived at his hotel room,and he's opening the door before he's getting inside,and he's locked the door. Before he's turned on the light in the room,and he's looking around his room,he saw that his room is very big for one person like him. Then he's unbuttoned his shirt in front of the mirror,when he looked into the mirror,it showed that his chest/pecs is very bulking,and his biceps is buffed and ripped,and his eight packs/abs is very ripped,and he has realising that his muscles on his body is very bulking, ripped and buffed at the same time,then he's stopped typing his necktie,and he's putting his necktie down on a chair near the bed, before he's sitting on a sofa in the room.

While he's sitting on the sofa, suddenly he heard someone has knocked on his door room,then he's getting up from the sofa, before he's walking to the door,and he jas opened it. When the door room has opened,the person has knocked the door, it's revealed to be those trainers,the one who has battle with him hours ago.

Then he has told them to get inside,when they're getting inside his room, before they had took off their clothes in front of him,after they had lost to him,and they had offered themselves to be his meals. When both Jacob and Lucas has walked closer to Grimsley,it showed that they had a bulkier muscles like the same as Grimsley but his muscles on his body are bigger than them,while he's getting back to the sofa before he's sitting down on it.

After he has sat down on the sofa,both Jacob and Lucas has seen that Grimsley is very handsome,buffed and sexy as the same time and his crotch is very bulging,while he's sitting on the sofa,and his crotch has started getting hard,when he saw both Jacob and Lucas naked.

Before Grimsley has called one of them out to sitting on his thighs,then the person who wanted to sit on his thighs are Jacob,when Jacob has sitting on Grimsley's thighs,and he's feeling that his thighs is very ripped, buffed and bulkier than him so much, before he's used his both hands to rubbing on Grimsley's chest,and he's letting out a moaning noise like he's enjoying to rubbed Grimsley's muscles chest.

Then Grimsley has flexing his chest in front of Jacob,while at the same time, his crotch has hardened than before,and Jacob's face is very blushing now,after Grimsley has flexed his chest in front of Jacob while he's sitting on his thighs,until Grimsley's stomach has letting a growling noise,and it makes Jacob looking more blushed.

Before Grimsley has licking his lips,and opened his mouth wide to eat Jacob,in the same time,when Grimsley has opened his mouth wider,Jacob has feeling more blushing as well. Then Grimsley has put his mouth down on Jacob's head, before he's swallowing him down his throat.

When Jacob's head is slowly lowered into his mouth, Grimsley has used his tongue to licking around Jacob's head, before he's continued swallowing him,then he takes the first swallow,and Jacob's head has made his throat looked bulging,and his throat has stretching enough to hold Jacob's head in and, subsequently the rest of his body easily.

After the series of swallowing Jacob down his throat to sliding down to his stomach,he finally curled up inside his stomach,and Grimsley's stomach has looked very tightened,when Jacob has curled up in there,and he's very fitting inside his stomach there as well, before he takes a heavy breathing,and then he has letting out a satisfied belch "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp!!", in front of Lucas,while his cock is very hardened as well.

Then Lucas has walked closer to Grimsley to rubbing his stomach,while his own friend Jacob still curled up inside Grimsley's stomach there. And Grimsley has unzipped his pants, then he has took his pants,and it showed that his underwear is very hardened as well,until Lucas has used his left to rubbing Grimsley's bulging hardened underwear,and ot makes Grimsley looking blushed as the same Lucas did.

Until Lucas has stopped rubbing Grimsley's bulging hardened underwear,and Grimsley had picked his pants up,and he has wearing his pants back on his both buffed legs. Until Grimsley has picked him up with his both arms like he's holding the princess pose, before he's getting up from the sofa,and he's standing up there in front of the sofa,while Lucas ha in the position of the holding princess pose.

Until Grimsley has decided to kissed on Lucas's lips, then Lucas has wanted to kissed by Grimsley as well,when their both mouth has been kissed eachother, Grimsley has tried to kissing harder,and he still kisses Lucas. When they're now in front of the mirror,and Lucas has wanted to kissing more on Grimsley's lips,and he has wanted to kissing more on Lucas well.

Until Grimsley has walked back to the sofa before he's sitting down on it,while Lucas is still in the position of the holding princess pose,and Grimsley has licking his lips,Lucas likes the way Grimsley has licking his lips,and Lucas wanted to be eaten by Grimsley now,then he has opened his mouth to swallowing Lucas down his throat like same as Grimsley did to Jacob earlier.

Then Grimsley has took the first swallow,and his throat has stretching enough to hold Lucas's head in and, subsequently the rest of his body easily,after the series of swallowing Lucas down his throat to sliding down to his stomach,Lucas finally curled up inside Grimsley's stomach like the same his friend Jacob.

And Grimsley has taken a heavy breathing,after he has both Jacob and Lucas inside his stomach,and they both looked fitting tighter inside his gut there,and he's like the way that his stomach looks,when his meals has curled up inside his stomach,and they're looking very fitting tightened in there and his stomach has letting out a gurgling noise, while his meals still tightened in there until Grimsley has letting out a sexy satisfied belch " Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp!!!,while he's used his both hands to rubbing around his stomach.

[voraciousvore]

Hot Chocolate

Ever imagine being a tiny on a freezing cold day, and sitting on a marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate? :3

Winter-themed g/t vore oneshot below (2.1k words)

Content warning: soft, fatal, willing vore (an unusual combination, I know, but this is my version of comfort vore, as bleak as it may be)

Life was always hard for tiny people in a giant world, but this winter was especially brutal. The snow accumulated on the ground higher than we were tall, turning the landscape into a frozen white wasteland. Food was scarce as the plants withered and died into bare skeletons. The cold was bitter and biting, significantly worse than in previous years. Most of the time, us tiny folk would hole ourselves up in underground shelters with stashes of supplies and hope for the best until spring.  

However, this year, calamity struck. A blizzard destroyed our shelter, ripped open our tunnels, and exposed us to the harsh elements. Wild animals raided our stores of salted meat, grains, berries, and nuts, and the flesh-eaters devoured many of our own before we could fight them off with sharpened spears fashioned from twigs. In the aftermath, most of us starved from lack of food or died from exposure.  When a gigantic fox attacked us, I was separated from the rest of the group, and I returned to find my entire tribe demolished, their red blood still bright and fresh in the white snow. 

I was alone, and I knew no matter how much I struggled, I probably would not survive the winter. I fought my internal despair as savagely as I fought the external world around me. The woods were a severe and unforgiving environment, full of life-threatening hazards and carnivores. My clothes were threadbare from snagging on thorns and branches, and failed to protect me sufficiently from the chill. I was hungry, tired, and cold—so horribly, painfully, agonizingly cold. 

Without the support of my family, I realized there was only one place for me to go where I might have the slimmest chance to live. I desperately needed food, as well as clothing and tools that I lacked the skill to fashion on my own. I might be able to find some raw materials in the forest, if I got lucky, but supplies were more plentiful in the giant city nearby. 

I dreaded going anywhere near the giants, though. They were extremely dangerous, miles tall, and aggressively hungry for any human morsels despite how ridiculously small we were compared to them. Despite us being no larger than the size of a giant fingernail, they viewed humans as special delicacies, and would typically eat any human they discovered without hesitation, purely for pleasure. They also possessed a keen sense of smell for hunting any humans that attempted to hide from them. Normally, I would avoid the giant city like the plague. 

In this case, though, I was desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. So I left the relative safety and quiet emptiness of the woods for the hustle and bustle of the city. On my way there, I rubbed pungent herbs all over my clothes and body in the hopes that they would successfully conceal my scent. The snow would probably wash some of the smell off, but it was worth a try. Fluffy flakes fluttered down from the gloomy gray sky, and I picked up the pace so I wouldn’t get buried under layers of snowfall. 

I emerged from the trees to a plain of white and gray. The silhouettes of titantic buildings far in the distance, speckled with yellow lights from the windows, gradually sharpened through the brumal flurries as I approached. When I finally reached the roads, I found them slushy and wet. I was splashed by frigid, dirty, salty water that chilled me to the bone whenever a gargantuan car roared past. The wetness saturating my clothes only added to my misery and made me freeze faster. I shivered uncontrollably as I watched my breath form visible puffs in front of my face. 

I was reaching a point of no return: Either I would find salvation here, or perish a heartless death, with nobody to mourn me. As I trudged through the layers of snow and slush, I was having increasing difficulty forcing my legs forward. I kept having to brush piles of snow off my head and shoulders and shoes. My fingers and toes hurt as the winter frost nipped them with its icy teeth. I feared I would soon be frozen in place, like a statue carved from ice. 

The fear in my heart exploded as I penetrated deeper into the city and the giant inhabitants stomped past me, bundled in thick layers of winter gear. Not too many of them were out and about, on account of the weather, but every towering colossus that came near me jolted my heart with terror. Their footsteps shook the earth, and their immense shoes splattered me with chilly droplets. While none of them detected the insignificant creature at their feet, I still feared being crushed into a red stain. I sank further into misery with every leaden step. 

I had journeyed far, but I spied on the horizon a coffee shop that I believed would save me. If I could slip through the door, I’d be warm. I could find crumbs to eat on the floor. It’d be risky, but I might yet survive. I forced my legs, which were growing numb, to progress in a straight line. My hands and feet were blocks of ice by now, and my whole body was screaming in pain, but I kept moving. Just a little farther. 

I was almost to the door, perhaps a few hundred feet away, when I found I could no longer move. No matter how much I internally screamed at my body to proceed, I was overwhelmed with agonizing cold. I collapsed with a shudder, curling up into a quivering ball. My consciousness was fading, but I strained to stay awake. If I passed out here, I’d never wake up again. 

A shadow encompassed my vision. At first, I believed I was beholding the specter of death itself, until the looming figure crouched down over me, dwarfing me with its impossible size. A giant. A terrifying, bloodthirsty, man-eating giant. I was doomed. I couldn’t even scream or run with how frozen I was. I could only shiver as I saw in my peripheral vision a massive hand hover over me, until the tips of a gloved finger and thumb closed around me. I had been captured. 

I felt a rush of vertigo as the giant stood up, and I ascended at a whirling speed to incomprehensible heights. I was blind, muffled by thick wooly fabric from his gloves. He released his hold on me and I plopped onto something plushy and warm that gently rippled beneath me like a boat in a lake. Heavenly heat radiated from below. I instinctively snaked my hand down, craving the warmth, but was met with a searing heat that made me jerk my arm back with a sharp yelp. My fingers stung with sharp pins and needles. Whatever the heat source was, it scalded me in my current half-frozen state. 

The tepid warmth that did reach me wasn’t enough to thaw out my insides, but it helped to bring me back to full awareness. I opened my eyes and sat up, trembling, only to see I was sitting on a big, soft, white mass, surrounded by other identical fluffy cylindrical shapes, bobbing in a hot brown sea of sweet-smelling liquid. The realization hit me like a truck. I was sitting on a giant marshmallow, in a thick pile of other marshmallows, that were floating in a great big mug of hot chocolate.   

I nearly fell backwards off my marshmallow perch into the boiling lake when the giant’s enormous face, like a mountainside, loomed over the lip of the mug and stretched high above me and outward in all directions. I had never seen a giant’s countenance up close, since their heads were usually so far up in the sky, so the sight was quite a shock. His skin was pale from the wintry bluster, but his nose and cheeks were flushed red. He was clean-shaven and looked to be in his 20s.  

“Hey there, little one,” his voice boomed, like the voice of a god, making me flinch. “You look cold. Want me to help you warm up?” He spoke through a pair of vast, plushy, pink lips easily the length of six men. The steam of his breath felt divine on my icy skin. I was so miserably cold, to the point where I feared I may never experience a comfortable temperature again. I was sorely tempted. Without concern for the consequences, I nodded. I would do anything to be warm again, to not freeze to death. 

His lips curved into a devious smirk. He tilted the mug as he touched the edge to his mouth and took a small sip. I couldn’t help but squeak in fear as the heap of marshmallows rushed towards the edge, carrying me with them.  

“Are you sure this is what you want?” the giant teased. Raw terror pierced my heart as his mouth opened slightly, showing off massive white teeth that beckoned into an unfathomable darkness beyond. Even so, I was so, so fatigued from the unbearable cold that even now burrowed through my worn clothes, tearing at me with icicles for teeth. I couldn’t take it anymore; I just wanted to give in. The heat from the beverage, from the giant’s body, was so close, so tantalizing, yet just out of my grasp. I nodded again, sealing my fate. 

The giant raised a thick eyebrow, curling his mouth into an amused smirk again, but obliged. The immense lips parted, showing a glimpse of the forbidden depths, yet the warmth of his internals drew me in like a moth to a flame. The mug tipped forward, and before I could regret my decision I was swept inside in a deluge of marshmallows and chocolate. 

The mouth closed, cutting off the chill from the wind. The space within, encircled by walls of teeth, was easily as big as a living room. The warmth kissed me in a loving embrace like stepping into a sauna. The marshmallows dissolved underneath me into a sticky puddle, and the liquid from the beverage flowed down the gullet yawning in front of me, yet the giant kept me in his mouth. I lounged back on the huge fleshy tongue, soaking in the heat like a jacuzzi. It felt so good to finally give in, to give up, to no longer have to struggle through miles of snow. I should’ve been terrifed, but I was desperate for heat. 

The tongue curled around me, massaging me against the rows of teeth and the roof of the mouth as it explored my flavor. As wonderful as the physical sensations were, my body tingled with prickles of pain as the numbness from the cold wore off and blood circulated to my extremities. Even with the heat flooding over me, along with a bath of saliva, I was still frozen in my core. I shivered violently. I needed more; the mouth couldn’t provide me with enough. I was greedy for heat. 

In that moment, I stopped caring about anything else. I had nothing left in my life anyways; everyone I knew was dead; I just wanted to be warm and comfortable in my last moments, above all else. I crawled alongside the row of craggy white molars, sidling up to the red meat of the gums, sensing the pulse of hot blood through the flesh. Deeper inside, it would be warmer. I crept over the curve of the slimy tongue as I descended toward the throat. I slid down into the squishy chute, and it gladly received me, flexing tightly around my tiny body as the giant swallowed. 

The throat squeezed tightly around me in a tender hug as it dragged me down to the internal depths. The pressure was strong, yet pleasant, kneading me down through his immense chest. His heartbeat throbbed in my ears, and the expansion of his lungs compressed me further as I slid down. I fell deeper and deeper until I eventually splashed into his stomach. 

The infernal heat felt divine, enveloping me to the point where I was smothered. At long last, I was warm, blessedly warm, in gurgling heaven. I curled up and allowed the shifting walls to churn me up in the boiling fluid. Like a marshmallow in a cup of hot cocoa, I melted into the larger whole, blissfully free from my tormented existence. 

[cheriecelestial]

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[inanimatetffantasies]

I absolutely love your content but where can find more from other creators?

Some of the best inanimate blogs and blogs that write about inanimate scenarios sometimes or rarely here, or have otherwise posted inanimate tf-adjacent content on tumblr are:

Any inanimate tf blogs that wish to be added, let me know :)

@southern-god1

@bizzhideaway https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

@baranchik3

@imsuitedforyou

@zadenight

@maletfs

Sylen's Mystical Menagerie and Potions emporium

PJ World of Transformation

@transformee

@cooperstfranch

@tfcaptions

@worldofdirtyimagination

@aandf21

https://sxssybaby-writing.tumblr.com/

https://0vorenation0.tumblr.com/

@brandedx2

https://dougtfs.tumblr.com/

@matsmi13

@poprock-the-baker

@tfkinksterz

@tfstation

@davidsp01 https://davidsp01.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate-tf

@transformhim

@scallylad89 https://scallylad89.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@tight-stories https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/tight-stories

@repurpose-yourself https://repurpose-yourself.tumblr.com/

@dystopia-fantasy

@henrycavbsc

@soul-controller

@cinaedefuri

@thetfchangingroom

@hemsworthfootslave

@submissivegayfrenchboy

@maletfwitch

@darth-sect

@absqrst

@jackbrucetf

@hikaru211

https://www.tumblr.com/gay-slav

@cyberaesthetickpopoaf

@ro-fujin-tf

@gayratguy

@supermenintights

@ivoredthebirthdayboy

@yourdarkstuff

@mrcavanaughtf

@shapedbydesire

@maletfwitch

@artificial-transmutations

@gayvkul99

@leatherpupcolt

@jackbrucetf

@bat-woodfeet-us

@krulersblog

@thetfguy

@tf-man

https://www.tumblr.com/pup-jaxx/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@thetfer

@artificial-transmutations

https://www.tumblr.com/shapedbydesire/tagged/inanimate%20t/

https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/bigboysfalldeep/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/wishmaster/tagged/inanimate%20transformation

@king-craftsman

@anon-sect

@anon-sect2

@anon-vester

@thetfspot-inanimate

@inanimate-jock

@tf-center

@hogtfs

@pup-jaxx

@wakeup01

@tf-kinky

@pup-jaxx

@the-shiftshop

@avegaytfenjoyer

@breedertfs

@ragtortf

@mrrharper

@celebtf

@johnsmithforstupidstuff

@hopelessmorph

@petew21-blog

@cletusgold

@brodygold

@axeeglitter

@misctf

@jockedbigbro

@polo-drone-001

@ultram0th

@wakeup01

Other external sources I like:

Cockatrices Story Index

The Dirty Spiders’s Stories

AlexDomPup Stories

TFs, and Vore, and Merging! Oh My!

Inanimate Paradise Discord Server

VoreNation Fantasy World Discord Server

Cock Transformation Discord Server

Vore Writers's Gallery Discord Server

Shindan Inanimate Generator (check inanimate tag for other inanimate shindans)

https://unidentified-tf.github.io/TF-Generator/

https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

https://mrcavanaughstories.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

Gay Spiral Stories

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanada/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/medkit/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueballs/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andres820/

https://wesleybracken.com/tag/inanimate/

https://twitter.com/aandf21

https://www.patreon.com/craftsman

https://www.patreon.com/TFStationAICreations

https://www.deviantart.com/search/collections?q=inanimate+tf

https://www.deviantart.com/vorewriter22/gallery/82481900/object-tf

Enolt's TF Creations

https://www.coiledfist.org/gallery/Minijacks-Huge-Adventures

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/rlgguy

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/Spencer

https://twitter.com/search?q=inanimate%20tf&src=typed_query

https://inanimate.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page

https://www.reddit.com/r/inanimatetf/

https://www.reddit.com/user/grinningpup/

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inanimate%20TF

https://collectortfstation.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://video.coiledfist.org/video/2528/shrink-into-toy

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa3c8f98c11f <candy tf>

Inanimate TF Wiki

https://ethanwhite.indieerotica.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://listofdeaths.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Deaths_by_Transformation_into_an_Inanimate_Object

Inanimate TF stories I found:

Being TP

Drew’s sneaker

Fleshlight

Life as a condom

New Alethic socks

One sorry pair of shoes

Trevor's Gear: Pre Game

The new insoles

Transformation Story

Hell Week Day One

Permanent Vacation

Roommate's Property

Special Guests and Axel's Wedding

Fleshlight

Hell Week

Trevor's Game and Tryouts

Sneakerplay

Transformation Story

Tib

The New Insoles

Inanimate TFs where women are the transformer or transformee:

@thea-inanimate

https://www.deviantart.com/ferrocksyll/gallery

http://onceiwasaman.blogspot.com/

https://www.deviantart.com/mcpeacy/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/91bb/gallery/54455007/inanimate-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/ourmonkeymasters/gallery/71192883/inanimate-tf-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/monicawitch/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/teysa02/favourites/68466978/tf-inanimate

https://tfsrus.wordpress.com/

https://inanimatetf.wordpress.com/galleries-archives/from-the-old-blog/

[autumnblogs]

Day 41: Caliborn: Enter

https://homestuck.com/story/4956 It’s pretty natural that Dirk’s move on Jake is going to put a strain on Jane’s friendship with him, even if he hasn’t made it yet; I think it definitely gives some insight into Jane that she reacts the way that she does. Not exactly a graceful loser, and in a way that is really pretty passive-aggressive.

She’s not as open and honest as Jade is; as the Prospit Dreamers go, in general, she’s really pretty guarded.

More after the Break

https://homestuck.com/story/4961

The AR, I feel like, gives us a pretty good look into who Dirk is, and while we already know that he impulsively jumps to the first solution he can think of, we can see through the shades that he tends to advise people to do the same things that he does.

Dirk is an extremely headstrong guy, and while he’s both very intelligent, and would really like to be a Puppetmaster, he can’t help but let his personality shine through his puppets; and he can’t help but let his first inclination determine his course of action. He’s him, after all. Why would he question his own judgement?

A bit like how Kermit the Frog is really just Jim Henson the Frog.

https://homestuck.com/story/4962

So what is a Juju?

Juju is a word which comes from French, and means plaything. It is a term that has been used to characterize the Folk Magic and/or Folk Religion of the people of West Africa, in much the same way that Totem has been, or that Fetish has been. In a nutshell, Juju can mean both Spiritual Power (as Mana), and an Object of Spiritual Power (as an Amulet) - the physical manifestation of the thing, and the thing itself are the same, in this sense.

The God and the Idol are the same - at least, they are to the external viewer. While it should be clear that this is a reductive view of it, the fact of the matter is that, a central part of a lot of religious practice in general is to treat the image of a thing, and the thing itself, as though they are the same; and we see this sort of image-based performance all throughout homestuck, through symbols, and rituals, especially where they are empty signifiers - symbols and rituals that have been emptied of their original meaning, and are now practiced only for their own sake.

Following the rules actually doesn’t seem to pay all that much in the world of Homestuck, and almost universally leads to disaster - which in no small part appears to be because the creator of the rules is Lord English.

https://homestuck.com/story/4965

I think it’s pretty interesting that Caliborn’s conception of smut is something as tame as fluffy hand-holding and caressing. While on the one hand, we can just say “Cherubs think it’s taboo because they can only enjoy Caliginous romance” I think we can also associate it with the relatively sexless nature of Homestuck, beyond how horny the characters are, and a few oblique references (which is not a bad thing; it’s about teenagers). In spite of all of the suggestive language and content, there is no possibility of consummation in Homestuck, or even until well after the end of Homestuck, because Caliborn’s vision of intimacy is a sexless one.

https://homestuck.com/story/4967

This takes a turn for the fucked up at the end. I mean, it’s all fucked up to begin with, but it’s such a non-sequitur.

https://homestuck.com/story/4968

Caliborn uses consumption related metaphors and imagery in relation to smut. Aside from jokes about Vore, what’s the significance of that? That the intention of Caliborn and Calliope is to comment on the fandom of Homestuck itself (continuing the identification of the Characters with the Audience that we discussed yesterday) is not really a secret to anyone. How does Caliborn view engaging with Homestuck, and how does he therefore view engaging with Andrew? His view is Hegemonistic and Predatory. From his point of view, the universe he inhabits is full of things to be consumed; objects to absorb, break down into the parts of themselves that make him more powerful, and the parts that can be discarded.

https://homestuck.com/story/4970

I really never get tired of Caliborn, he’s so awful.

https://homestuck.com/story/4971

His conception of human romance is one where he conceives of women as essentially objects of gratification; woman on woman is allowed, I suspect, for much the same reason that it is often rationalized that f*tanari porn isn’t gay; how could jackin’ it to two women be gay?

The idea of women as actors who exist for reasons other than to gratify men, and other than to gratify Caliborn in particular does not occur to him.

Obviously, men don’t exist to gratify each other. That’d be too mutualistic.

https://homestuck.com/story/4981

The Interplay of Sex and Violence.

As long as this sequence is pretty much over;

Why does Caliborn want to play a game? I think the answer is in line with the overall theme of Homestuck. Cultural transmission.

In his book Homo Ludens Dutch historian Johan Huizinga discusses the nature of Play as an element of cultural transmission, and as a necessary (but not sufficient) condition for the generation of culture.

What this means in a nutshell is; Games aren’t the only thing that is necessary for culture to be created, but they are necessary for culture to be created. Can’t have culture without games. A big part of this is because games serve as a stage for human beings to symbolically and ritualistically practice the activities that, as a member fo their culture, they will one day have to perform in order to survive.

This is why games like Tag, and Hide and Seek are the oldest in the world; humans are persistence predators, we hunt down our prey by just not giving the fuck up.

Caliborn’s game is Irony and Porn; insincerity, reproductive activity, etc. and gaming is intrinsically competitive to him; he uses his game as a form of power over Dirk Strider, the power to make him suffer, although since he’s such a dweeb, he’s pretty bad at making him suffer.

https://homestuck.com/story/4986

Meenah likes games too, but her enjoyment of them seems to be a lot more authentic, sincere - as opposed to being a form of power for her to hold over her enemies, her little word-games, with her fish-puns, are a source of legitimate joy to her, and the fact that Aranea will engage her in them creates friendship between the two of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/5027

All this may not have a whole lot of substance to it (I’m making posts at this point almost 40 pages apart), but that doesn’t mean it’s devoid of worth. Homestuck has plenty of pathos, and in spite of the fact that Andrew adores making fun of us for caring about these characters, I do actually care about all of these characters.

They sure have come a long way.

https://homestuck.com/story/5083

As Roxy is ostensibly the stealth leader of her session, we should generally be willing to accept her takes as gospel in a way that we don’t take other characters’ (at least to a certain extent). We just got done talking about how important rules are to the cherubs, and to Caliborn explicitly - we should take heed of the fact that Roxy is very willing to throw caution to the wind and abandon the rules.

Rules in Paradox Space are largely harmful restrictions to be worked around, rather than auspicious maxims to adhere to.

https://homestuck.com/story/5071

Caliborn is a serial forced memer. We’ve already talked oodles and oodles about symbols and rituals and empty signifiers; what is a forced meme except for an empty signifier? An attempt by a malicious third party to turn a meaningless set of pictures and words into a symbol, a symbol that signifies nothing other than itself, and commands the attention and adherence of people in the culture? Rules for the sake of rules. Memes for the sake of memes.

https://homestuck.com/story/5089

Roxy’s anxious babbling is just so much like Dave’s, it’s hilarious. Their language less so.

https://homestuck.com/story/5092

The answer to what a ball’s topspin is, by the way, if you didn’t already know is

an English.

https://homestuck.com/story/5099

Why does Calliope want to be a Troll so badly?

The answer is that she doesn’t want to be a Cherub.

Why doesn’t she want to be a Cherub?

That question could probably keep me up all night, but I think I have an answer right away. Cherubs are arbitrarily powerful, and Calliope does not want to be a Cherub. She wants to be anything other than a Cherub. I can kind of relate to that, even as a human being. After all, there aren’t cherubs and trolls around, even though they are conceivable. Of all of the things we know for sure that consciously exist in our own universe, humans are the most powerful things we know exist for sure. I’d spend a lot to not be one; power, after all, makes us more inhuman.

https://homestuck.com/story/5116

Since I can’t pass up an opportunity to comment on the metanarrative indulgence of the second half, let’s pause to appreciate the term MacGuffin; in a nutshell, an object which exists to be desired. Its only purpose in the story is for someone to want it.

https://homestuck.com/story/5217

The fact that Dirk is conscious of the internal head-goings-on of Brain Ghost Dirk, and is therefore, to some extent cognizant of the head-goings-on of Jake English just opens up so many questions that I still don’t really have an answer to.

https://homestuck.com/story/5238

I rag on Dirk a lot for being a piece of shit.

But man, he is so cool.

https://homestuck.com/story/5246

This entire awful romantic escapade has been created by the Auto-responder, and while Dave has been complicit in it, he is not the puppetmaster behind it. Sound familiar?

https://homestuck.com/story/5252

This flash is just so delightful to me.

It’s the first time Roxy has ever touched another living human being and look how delighted she is.

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS.

https://homestuck.com/story/5261

Now that we know who Lord English is, we have an opportunity to get to know him a little more as a person. Aside from his absurd commitment to puzzle-murders, his strange relationship with romance and sexuality, and his awful and perfunctory craftsmanship, here’s the most important thing to understand about him;

He will always destroy something irreplaceable if it means he can acquire more power.

[zealousartisaneggsshepherd]

Morty's gym meals

At the Ecruteak city of the Johto region in the Ecruteak Gym,Morty has wear an outfit that's similar to Drifblim,and he has defeated the two pokemon trainers,when the two pokemon trainers has arrived at this gym to challenged Morty, before they had come inside his gym to challenging him with the Pokémon battle,but after his Pokémon partner as Gengar has defeated their Pokémon,and he had told them to released their Pokémon back to the wild,while he had called them in his room at the Ecruteak Gym,and told them to go his room.

Inside his room,after he has bringing the two defeated trainers in, Morty has looked at the two friends trainers's body,and he has realising that they're both handsome and buffed at the same time,and the left guy has a grey hair named Arthur,while the right guy has a reddish-pink hair named Oliver, before he had told them to take off their clothes,and Morty has seen that both Arthur and Oliver has buffed muscles on their body,but Arthur has been bulkier than Oliver.

After the two pokemon trainers sich as Arthur and Oliver has took off their clothes,then Morty does the same thing as them as he has take off his shirt only but he still wearing a grey pants, headband and scarf,that has coloured, and similar to Drifblim. And it showed that Morty has a buffed muscles on his body such as his chest/pecs, biceps, thighs,legs,and eight packs/abs as the same as both Arthur and Oliver did.

However, Morty has realising that when both Arthur and Oliver has took off their clothes and be naked now,they had a seven inch cock,while he has a nine inch cock on his crotch. Then he has asked one of them to walk closer to him,and the one that has walked to him first,is Arthur. After Arthur has walked to Morty,then he has sat on the sofa near him, before he's sitting down on it,and he's told Arthur that" Come here, Arthur. I wanted you to sit on my thighs.",then Arthur has do what Morty has said to him, because he has thought that Morty might lets them both out of his gym,but Arthur hasn't know what Morty wanted them to do.

After Arthur has sat on Morty's thighs,and he has realising that Morty is very damn buffed and bulkier than him a lot,but he likes the way Morty had those bulking muscles on his body. Then Morty has told Arthur that" I wanted to eat you, Arthur.",with that answered from Morty, it has made Arthur looks blushing because he's never thought that there's someone who wants to eat him for a long time,and he's accepted his fate as Morty's meal as well.

Morty has looked at Arthur,and he's realised that Arthur has looked cute when he's blushing,and his stomach has letting a growling noise in front of Arthur,but he's accepted his fate as his meal now,and Arthur has told him that he wants to be eaten now,then Morty has nodded, before he's opened his wide to swallow Arthur down his throat before he's sliding down to his stomach,and Arthur has lowered his head for Morty to swallowed him easily.

Then he takes the first swallow,and the bulge that Arthur's head has made his throat stretching enough to hold his head in and, subsequently,the rest of Arthur's body easily. And after the series of swallowing Arthur down his throat to sliding down to his stomach, he finally curled up inside his gut, before he's letting out a satisfied belch " Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp!!!",in front of Oliver.

And Oliver has realising that the bulge on Morty's stomach that his friend Arthur has made on Morty's stomach, looking bloated like a human-shape of person who's curled up,and tighter in Morty's gut there. Until Morty has called Oliver to come closer to him, before he has told him to sit on his thighs as the same as his friend Arthur.

Then Morty has opened his wide to swallowing Oliver down his throat to sliding down to his stomach, while Oliver has rubbed Morty's stomach. When Oliver has lowered his head for Morty,then he immediately swallowed Oliver down his throat,and he has take the first swallow,and Oliver's head has made his throat stretching enough to hold his head in and, subsequently,the rest of his body easily like Arthur did.

After the series of swallowing Oliver down his throat to sliding down to his stomach,he finally curled up inside his gut as the same as Arthur did,when they both reunited inside Morty's gut,and he's realised that they both looked so tight inside his gut,and they still squirming and kicking in there.

Then Morty has letting out a satisfied belch " Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!", of this delicious meal, while he's rubbing his gut with his both hands,and he's enjoying their squirming,and kicking inside his stomach,while his gut has letting a gurgling noise at the right moment,when he's continued letting another belched," Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!",as the same time.

[voraciousvore]

I would still check out your AO3 account if you started posting there, but tumblr is always where I go every Monday and Thursday (or the weekend if my week is super busy lol) to read your latest uploads! I write on tumblr and AO3 too, so I understand the low notes let down. It can be really disheartening, especially when other content gets so much interaction. But I always just kind of think of it like YouTube views. There’s tons of people who watch YouTube without liking a video, commenting on it, or even signing into their account to do either of those things anyway! But they still watch the videos and enjoy them, and maybe even come back each day of the week to watch more. That’s why there’s always way more views than likes and comments on videos. Tumblr is the same way. We just don’t see the view counter. As someone who lurked for a long time in the g/t community before I ever had a tumblr account, there might be lots of people reading your story who unfortunately don’t interact but they still enjoy it! Maybe their blog isn’t vore-related so they don’t feel like they can repost, or maybe they’re just starting to explore the interest and they aren’t sure about it yet. I know I avoided a lot of NSFW g/t and vore writing for a long time because I was mainly coming across stories that were one shots that were ONLY about that NSFW scene. I wasn’t really interested in reading that, so I’d skip. With Gianterra, I was already super invested in the story, so I kept reading when the NSFW scene with Bianca and the human men came up. Believe it or not, that whole scene made me think “oh my god, I might be into this” and I wouldn’t have known that without the very compelling and creative story to reel me in beforehand. I like the spicy scenes in your stories, but part of why I like them is because of the story itself too. That’s why I read the whole thing and enjoy it instead of just skipping around to find spicy scenes only. I know the characters more, rather than a one shot that’s just for kink. Long story short, I hope you don’t feel too discouraged. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were lots of readers and people who enjoy your stories who unfortunately just don’t interact to make notes. I wish more people would, but that’s unfortunately how it is. AO3 is good for seeing views, but I always imagine that there’s just as many views on tumblr too. Either way, wherever you decide to keep posting, I’ll be reading!

Thank you so much for the kind words anon! I needed to hear them today. 🥺 I am aware that people are less likely to interact with NSFW stuff even if they enjoy it (and I see all the secret side blogs lol). And I know that I shouldn't seek external validation. At the end of the day I write for the pleasure of it, and I just want to share that joy with others. I get discouraged at times but at the end of the day I'll never stop writing! And I'm starting to see the lurkers and invisible readers too. I will keep posting on here.

I'm also in agreement that I always love a good story with compelling characters! Oneshots can be amazing too but I think the build-up can make the scene so much more exciting and meaningful!

[mrmichaelchadler]

Highlights from the 2018 Los Cabos Film Festival

In early November, Los Cabos International Film Festival completed its seventh edition at the tip of Mexico’s Baja peninsula. I’ve attended six of those editions, missing only last year due to another commitment. I’m an aficionado of film festivals in general but this one in particular due to a love of Mexican culture and a fascination with the country’s recently burgeoning cinema.

The festival started out with great resources behind it, and I’ve been pleased to see it grow and build on its initial goal of bringing together the cinemas of Mexico, the U.S. and Canada. While the chance to see a well-curated selection of Mexican cinema has been its primary attraction for this critic, the festival, as its name clearly announces, is intended to have an international focus, and the proximity of Los Cabos to Los Angeles – as well as its fame as a tony tourist resort – has always guaranteed a healthy Hollywood contingent in attendance. 

All festivals have up years and down years, and I’ll be honest in saying that I thought the 2018 edition of LCIFF was notably weaker than the one I saw two years ago, on several fronts. The Mexican section, which was characterized by some surprising omissions, suffered in comparison to its first-rate 2016 predecessor. For reasons unknown, the Canadian presence at the festival – apart from a talk given by outgoing Toronto International Film Festival head Piers Handling – was nearly invisible this year.

Star power, a highlight of past fests, was also diminished. For example, Adam Driver had to do double duty as the leading man in films by the two American directors the festival saluted, Spike Lee and Terry Gilliam. Yet those films seemed to indicate a bit of backsliding on the festival’s part. Where past editions have featured newly minted movies in their prime slots, Lee’s “BlacKkKlansman” was old news by the time it served as the festival’s closing night attraction. And Gilliam’s long-delayed, problem-beset “The Man Who Killed Don Quixote,” despite energetic and committed work from a cast led by Driver and Jonathan Pryce, proved an overlong and rambling disappointment. (I am, however, grateful that the festival’s Mexican provenance meant that I could see it; legal problems reportedly are preventing a U.S. release.)

Yorgos Lanthimos’ “The Favorite” led the festival’s international slate, serving as its opening night selection despite appearing without the director or stars Emma Stone, Rachel Wiesz or Nicholas Hoult in attendance (see my comments on the film when it served as opening night attraction at the New York Film Festival). Otherwise, the international offerings this year largely upheld the level of quality of previous years, even if this of course meant paralleling the programming of similarly-scaled festivals around the world. The films included Jafar Panahi’s “3 Faces,” Julian Schnabel’s “At Eternity’s Gate,” Steve McQueen’s “Widows,” Karyn Kusuma’s “Destroyer” and Paul Dano’s “Wildlife.”

While I was mainly on the look-out for Mexican and Latin American films, the festival’s World Highlights section gave me the chance to see a couple of international co-productions that I hadn’t encountered elsewhere. I found both intriguing and worthwhile, noteworthy for their sharp acting as well as twists on familiar genres. In “The Sisters Brothers,” French auteur Jacques Audiard proves himself capable of adapting to American idioms in adapting Patrick deWitt’s novel about two brothers (Joaquin Phoenix and John C. Reilly) who, in serving as hit men for a rich criminal, pursue a chemist (Riz Ahmed) who’s also being hunted by another of the rich guy’s agents (Jake Gyllenhaal). As a fresh take on the western, the film might make a good double bill with the Coen brothers’ “The Ballad of Buster Scruggs”; both films stress the dire circumstances and constant threat of death in the Old West, though Audiard’s, which is distinguished by strong work from its four leads, has a grittier, meaner view of the era than the Coens’ more expansive and folkloric vision.

Border

The other World Cinema entry, Ali Abassi’s “Border,” a Swedish-Danish co-production, furthers recent Nordic tradition of insinuating creepfests also exemplified by “Let the Right One In,” a vampire tale derived from a novel by this film’s co-writer, John Avjide Lindqvist. At first, there doesn’t seem to be anything supernatural about the story here, which probes the introverted life of a border guard named Tina (Eva Melander), who has a strange way of sniffing out both illegal substances and guilt on people but is also so ugly that she lives a reclusive life. Then she meets a guy named Vore (Eero Milonoff) who’s gnarly enough to suggest her male double (both actors required elaborate makeup to achieve their near-grotesque looks). When a romance between these two unlovelies blossoms, the movie’s supernatural element not only emerges but also steers us toward one of the most startling and bizarre sex scenes in recent cinema. At times recalling Tod Browning’s “Freaks” as well as the work of David Lynch, Abassi’s atmospheric, intelligently wrought thriller suppled some welcome indoor chills to complement the external warmth of Cabo.

Regarding the relative weakness of the Mexican films at this year’s festival, that judgment carries an admitted element of paradox since in some respects 2018 is bound to go down as banner year for Mexican cinema, if only for the extraordinary success of Alfonso Cuaron’s “Roma” (which I covered in its appearance at the New York Film Festival: see link above). The winner of Venice’s Golden Lion and highly touted Oscar contender did receive two Special Presentation screenings at Cabo but without an appearance from Cuaron, who accompanied the film when it was shown at the Morelia film festival a few weeks before. (“Roma” has still not opened in Mexico and the nation’s two largest theater chains are refusing to show it unless Netflix respects their rule of a 90-day window between theatrical and online releases, which at present appears unlikely.)

Of the (nominally) Mexican films that did play the festival, the best by far (“Roma” apart) was actually more of a Colombian film in that it was made in Colombia by the Colombian husband-and-wife filmmaking team of Ciro Guerra and Cristina Gellego, who previously made the Oscar-nominated “Embrace of the Serpent.” (The film’s producers include Mexican Nicolás Celis, who’s also a producer of “Roma.”) Like their earlier film, “Birds of Passage” (pictured at top) has an almost anthropological tone. When it starts, in late 1960s, we observe the traditional village life of the Wayuu people, who are mostly sustained by raising animals and trading. One day, however, young hot-shot Raphayet (Jose Costa) learns that some U.S. Peace Corps volunteers are looking for marijuana and he realizes a handsome profit by finding some for them. This leads Raphayet and his best pal Moises (Jhon Narvaez) into a steady business that becomes increasingly profitable and grows to include many Wayuu men. (One of the film’s big assets, though, is that its female characters, including Raphayet’s wife and her mother, are as well-drawn and consequential as the men.)

Based on real events, “Birds of Passage” traces the tribe’s increasingly complex and lethal excursion into drug trafficking into the 1980s. As in many such films, the dramatic arc starts out with the euphoria of quick success and wealth but eventually ends up in a morass of enmity, double dealing and destruction. Yet while the story may sound familiar, it feels fresh and novel, thanks to the filmmakers’ carefully understated approach and strategic use of both actors and actual tribespeople. Deservedly, the film will get an American release next year.

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