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[breadtheend]

I really cant look at a single antipathy Hank drawing without going feral huh

[murderofravens]

guys please please don't judge but hear me out on mahoraga please just listen to me guys please LISTEN

[rianavi]

snow w a breeding kink!!!

ayy you get it!! sorry it took me long to respond im not used to checking my inbox. listened to freak by lana del rey while writing this!

coriolanus is rutting into you like its his will to live, his thrusts are hard and calculated, and you know you’ve never felt anything like it.

his senses are amplified, he can smell your juices as they seep out of you. he can hear your whines and incoherent mumbles.

you can’t form a sentence, your brain mush as he fucks you stupid on his cock.

he smirks lazily, his own head clouded by the hazy feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him.

he’s rough but he makes sure your head is propped up above a pillow and your hands have something to grip onto - his biceps -.

he likes the way it stings, like standing to close to a fire, or turning the tap on too hot before washing your hands.

there will for sure be marks next morning but he doesn’t mind.

at this point he doesn’t mind anything you do, as long as you’re tits keep bouncing with every thrust of his hips.

he reaches out slowly. grasping at the soft plushy skin that dangles in front of him like he’s in some sort of hypnosis.

the feeling of his rough and big hands against your soft glowy skin sparks something in him.

he imagines the way they’ll fill up a tank top perfectly, the way they sit perfectly while you cook or clean or do any normal house activities.

then he imagines what it would be like with a baby around.

how your after-birth body would leave your tits swelled and nipples a dark red.

how you would look with a baby in arms. hands cradled around its head.

his baby.

his very own creation.

something as perfect as you.

he can’t help it, the idea of your belly full of his own. his own dna, his own blood.

it has him humping against you faster than ever.

he’s desperate, so much so that he can’t hold in the little whimpers and whines that fall out of from his parted lips.

the sound of skin against skin, the smell of your absolutely abused cunt, the feeling of your ankles wrapped around his hips, the taste of blood on this tongue as he bites down.

it all has him cumming into you, hot and thick.

and the feeling of him shooting inside of you has you squirting all over him, liquid manages its way out of you and he looks down.

curses fall from his lips as he fucks into you again, not letting any of his cum spill out of you.

“you’re gonna take it.” he grunts out as he pushes against your cervix, wiping the tears that pool in your eyes.

[phatcatphergus]

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[helloaft0n]

Francis might be cool but Steven is COOLER 🔥 🔥 🔥

Literally low-key obsessed with him

Mclooy is lucky

Lucky bastard

How do I draw a brain?

[godsworstson]

watching bam get tattooed is something that can actually be so personal

[jabberwick]

Human Bill Cipher

(Based on Alex Hirsch's "canon" design)

And just to be clear, writing dissertations at me justifying why he should instead be a conventionally attractive twink will involuntarily cause me to draw him with even fewer teeth.

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

[yaggotry]

let me go find a new job to be with my husband

[pacipinka]

*taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah okay so every vampire in the vampire chronicles is turned at critical a moment in their lives and beyond just the body they are in when they are turned, their mentality stays at that standstill for their entire immortality, Lestat was turned against his will, he was clinging onto Magnus begging him to be freed, so he’s constantly seeking freedom and only finding loneliness and thus turning back to people again and again, however he can’t STAND being told what to do, since he desires agency in his life so desperately, Armand was turned after years and years of abuse and lack of control but such a desire for genuine love, by a man he ‘loved’ so wholly who he felt was barring his love from him, he needs control in his life, he needs a ‘master’ but he does not desire it, it does not fulfill him, he is trapped in a room but the door is unlocked! Louis was mourning his brother, he felt like an utter failure and so he’s always seeking family, seeking people he can care for, he can coddle, he can prove he is good too, but he loves people who either cannot stand coddeling and need a sense of looseness to live (Lestat) or people who grow out of coddling who prove to Louis he will always fail the people he loves (Claudia), Claudias turning, in many MANY ways mirrors lestats in that it was against her will, she was stolen from her home, and in her immortality she desires freedom but unlike Lestat does not have the agency/ form to get it, she will always be small, she will always be looked down on, even by Lestat who cannot deny how much she is just like him *taps mic* ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!! NONE OF THEM CAN BREAK THE CYCLE!!! TO BREAK IT WOULD BE TO UNDO THE VERY FIBER OF THEIR IMMORTAL SELVES!! THE CYCLE IS THE BLOOD THEY DRINK IT IS THE HEART IN THEIR CHEST AND IT ROLLS AND ROLLS DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS OF THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND IT CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

return to sub level 50

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[jhjluvs]

good morning im about to jump fr WHATS HIS PROBLEMMMM

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Jeff’s pizza from FNAF Into the pit

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️