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Holiday Party Time! ❄️
It was a tight fit for the giants to get in here -- not pictured is the frantic needle vacuuming that occurred when a tree got knocked over -- but it was worth it.
Featuring a bunch of friends' OCs, including @kittemfang's Ko, @daikikaijuboyo028tblr's Karina, and @diegogtratty's Holly & Mari
#g/t#my ocs#others' ocs#giant/tiny#gt#giant tiny#gianttiny#holidays#holiday g/t#holiday party#winter party#jackie#riko#pat#giant
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Rockin Around G/t
It's holiday time! Whether you celebrate, something else or not is cool. But this year thought it be fun to make a little something, and future some of my friends and mutuals!
Hope everyone has a wonderful day!
Featuring, Me, @dekameter @shortshifter @dolldays Amyanime, @starlust7 @verefex @aceandpals @diegogtrattyart @oathborngt-blog @waterlemonadegt @jetpolyart @keydekyie @azuldoodles
(c) Fushi
Music, Rockin Around the Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee
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𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...
𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾�� 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#special gifset#my audio#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition [Premium Edition]#license version#v.1-v.5 [6]#PC#Pinocchio#/#𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎#~#░6░ ░g░a░m░e░s░ ░[░1░ ░&░ ░N░G░+░ ░5░]░#░3░7░5░ ░h░.░#░4░2░/░4░2░#░5░6░1░ ░l░v░l░.░#░1░0░0░%░ ░u░p░g░r░a░d░e░#░2░ ░t░a░t░t░o░o░ ░u░p░d░a░t░e░s░ ░~░ ░1░ ░m░o░r░e░ ░i░s░ ░o░n░ ░i░t░s░ ░w░a░y░#░e░x░t░r░a░ ░i░n░f░o░ ░i░s░ ░i░n░ ░t░h░e░ ░t░a░g░s░#░i░n░-░g░a░m░e░ ░m░a░t░e░r░i░a░l░ ░o░n░l░y░ ░~░ ░n░o░ ░t░h░i░r░d░-░p░a░r░t░y░ ░r░e░s░o░u░r░c░e░s░#░5░1░ ░[░5░3░]░ ░p░o░s░t░[░s░]░ ░p░u░b░l░i░s░h░e░d░#░a░t░ ░l░e░a░s░t░ ░2░ ░a░u░d░i░o░ ░p░o░s░t░ ░i░d░e░a░s░ ░n░o░n░-░i░m░p░l░e░m░e░n░t░e░d░/
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Salt & Pepper #16 - Holiday Decorating
(he used thyme instead hehe)
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(or, read on Webtoon)
#salt+pepper#LilyDraws#g/t#giant tiny#sfwgt#gtfluff#gt comic#more holiday comics that are posted out of season weeee
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I agree with the anon, you're definetly a celebrity. *throws a tiny flower at you*
(Pls dont be allergic)
YOU STARTED ALL OF THIS!!!
#Gosh I love the lil hat#FUN FACT : I am a HUGE flowers person#If I have guests over there will always be flowers out#and on birthdays#and holidays#and celebrations#needless to say i love flowers and this made me so unreasonably happy#What am I supposed to do now that I apparently have celebrity status??#POST REGULARLY???#inconceivable#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t shitpost#entodraws
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2023: Hug a Giant Day!! (July 21st)
these very old ocs i have not thought about at all deserve some love methinks
backstory under the cut:
Around eight years of age, a little boy named Orson is cursed. His family had crossed a very powerful wizard's apprentice. The wizard himself curses their only son to become an incredible burden. The curse is as follows: every time Orson feels his life is threatened, he grows a certain ranged amount depending on how terrible the situation, and is unable to shrink at all or find a reversal/cure. Of course, this is threatening to an eight-year-old child. As soon as his family cannot house the not-so-little boy anymore, he is cast away from his village. His curse will eventually lead him to become bigger than anything ever known to exist on Earth --- he may even become the end of the world.
Orson is scared of this future, and he tries to live a calm life in the woods: away from the village he grew up with.
After three (kind of) peaceful years of Orson's woodland life, he is knocked out with sleeping darts (nearly hundreds of them, mind you, as he is around 150 feet tall at this time from living around predators for years) and dragged by a large force of armored men to a laboratory.
He suddenly finds himself awake and locked up completely, face to face (or rather, eye to face) with the head scientist who had brought him here: Dr. Seimell.
Orson refuses to speak, as he is afraid the volume of his voice would hurt someone. Of course, Dr. Seimell doesn't like that. She hooks him up to an emotion and thought-calibrating device to communicate with the overgrown eleven-year-old.
As years go by and Dr. Seimell studies the curse he was cast under, she finds a way to nullify his growth, and to keep life relatively normal for Orson.
The two grow closer together, and form an almost familial bond as Mother and Son.
Maybe he won't end the world? Who knows i dont im tired
#g/t community#g/t#g/t art#sfw g/t#giant/tiny#chromo's sketches#g/t sketch#g/t sfw#chromoc: orson#chromoc: dr. seimell#wow the sillies#anyway#hug a giant day 2023#hug a giant day#g/t holiday#im so sleepy help meeee
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Happy holidays everyone!!
And here’s my present to my secret santa, @blurrybunnie
I hope everyone is having a lovely holiday of whatever form you celebrate with lots of family and friends and food; and thank you to @gt-jar for hosting secret Santa this year!
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I think borrowers during the holidays are either panicking or having the time of their lives. If their bean family leaves for the day, they have the whole house to themself. They could just go on a borrowing spree and when the beans get home they’re all so tired that the borrower can just keep borrowing cause everyone is asleep.
On the reverse side…if their bean is the one hosting. Oh god no. The noise would be so loud. Children screaming and playing, people chatting, not to mention that the food would be so tempting to the borrower. They’re hoping that maybe the beans will leave the kitchen just for a few seconds so they can swipe some food but no one is leaving the kitchen and it’s annoying as hell!
Now technically this goes for any holiday but, imagine finding a borrower while celebrating the holidays with family. Maybe the fam is doing a tradition and no one is in the kitchen and craving just one more bite of something you go to the kitchen to see a borrower holding some of the food. The absolute panic this borrower might feel in the moment. Imagine if it wasn’t you who found them, maybe it was your aunt you screams mouse causing everyone to either scream or try and catch the poor borrower. Maybe it was your younger cousin who thought the borrower was a toy and grabs them only to bring them to you shouting “LOOK AT THIS TOY I FOUND!! IM GOING TO KEEP IT!” and that’s assuming that they go to you and don’t just stash the borrower away or show their parents.
Depending on who sees the borrower would change what happens next. Some people might keep them a secret from the rest of the family, either helping them out by sneaking some food for them or basically kidnapping the borrower so they can chat later, although kidnapping someone is still pretty bad. Especially if the person takes them home without any warning. Now the borrower is MILES away from home! Then there’s the scenario where the whole family gets involved. Maybe an uncle slams a jar onto if the scared borrower, and after doing so shows them off saying “it’s not a mouse but check it out! It’s a lil dude hahaha!!” Which could end very badly for the borrower. Who knows what’ll happen when an entire family knows they exist, let alone are captured by them! Hopefully one family member “accidentally” lets them go, resulting in them getting scolded or something, but the borrower is super thankful that this one bean, out of the whole family, freed them.
The holidays have so much potential for borrower stories and it can fit into whatever holiday you celebrate!
#gt#g/t#giant tiny#gianttiny#giant/tiny#borrowers#the borrowers#borrower#g/t ideas#g/t idea#g/t thoughts#g/t scenario#g/t scenarios#size difference#the holidays#I just think it’s a neat scenario#I also used to imagine it whenever I was bored visiting my extended fam for the holidays
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✨🎄 Happy Holidays! 🎄✨
From Zahir, Mii, Ougi, and one of the poor nameless protagonists of Deityverse, who is slowly being developed more behind the scenes… I wanted to draw something of my own for the holidays in between prompts, so consider the impromptu “Wreath” and “Tree.”
Ougi is my bf’s character!
#lnbeep art#giant and tiny#g/t#giant tiny#giant/tiny#sfw gt#size difference#deityverse#oc: mii#oc: mii and ougi#oc: zahir#i know i want MC boy’s name to start with an H#i’ll figure it out sometime next year when i actually draw and flesh him out#holidays
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Cause for Celebration
hey guys, here’s the new years fic I impulsively decided to write last minute. Sorry to say it’s not beta read or checked but it’s just a lil oneshot I wanted to get out before midnight.
tw ~ loud noise, Tommyinnit at night
word count ~ 930
Philza followed his daily routine just like he always did after sun down, he walked through the inner workings of the house, it’s walls and vent were familiar to him so much so that he didn’t even need a light when walking. He had rather good night vision as a borrower as well which he was glad for.
He made his way through the tunnel that would take him to the inside of the snack cabinet, admiring the way the light flittered through the cracks of the floorboards overhead. He liked the little things, pun intended, and tried to take things slow despite borrowers quick paced nature.
Not that he needed to be paranoid anymore, the humans of the house, the three beans that had been brothers without other family, knew about him.
No need to hide from the supposed danger, his sons. Despite them not being his by blood, his paternal instincts went wild when he first moved here, and he wasn’t even sure why until he was caught by Techno and found out they were orphans. That didn’t sit right with him.
So of course he had immediately adopted them all, regardless of the size difference and from that point on he was their father, their tiny father that loved them very much.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by loud footsteps running down the hallway he was under. It must be Tommy, that teenager still didn’t understand the concept of quiet, even with a tiny father.
Phil was curious to see what Tommy was so excited about though if his footsteps gave any indication to his mood. So he shifted his course to the nearest wall exit he had, though he still took his time getting there.
At least, he would have if not for the sudden pounding in the wall near his living room exit, accompanied by sounds of a gremlin child screeching for him, the familiar sound of:
“Phiiiilllll!”
He huffed to himself at his youngest’s attempt to get him out of the walls. Well, it worked, but Phil didn’t mind if his sons needed something.
“What do you want, gremlin child?”
He crossed his arms, walking out of the wall with a glare, no real heat behind it.
“It’s new years! You gotta celebrate with us, dadza!”
Now this was new… what was that? Sure, Phil knew human beans had holidays for a lot of things, a lot more than borrowers had, but new years? What was the point of celebrating a new year when it was just the passage of time?
Tommy seemed excited about it though, and Wilbur and Techno were there sitting on the couch too… he couldn’t say no to spending time with his sons.
“Alright.. so what exactly do we do?”
“Watch the ball drop, it’s on the television.”
Wilbur pointed to the TV, a machine he rather enjoy watching during family movie nights, it was on a channel show a brightly colored gigantic ball on a building and a countdown timer underneath it. Phil had to admit, the colors were very mesmerizing.
“And once the clock reaches zero we celebrate and drink.”
Techno chimed in with a smirk, Wilbur butted in at Philza’s apprehensive expression.
“Grape juice. We drink sparkling grape juice.”
He clarified with a chuckle, Phil sighed in relief, he couldn’t have his sons drinking alcohol at their ages, he knew that humans needed to be twenty one years old for some reason and he trusted human law when it came to his boys.
Philza agreed to staying and together the family watched the television and laughed, telling stories as time ticked on. It was times like this that made Philza truly happy in his lifetime. If he heard a year ago that this would be his life, sitting with humans who deemed him their dad in a home that felt safe, he’d scoff and say it was crazy…
He liked this crazy life.
Even as Tommy managed to drain his energy before midnight, passing out on the couch while Wilbur and Techno had a ‘civil’ argument with Phil sitting on Techno’s palm, he felt happy. This was the kind of life he thought wasn’t possible for a borrower like him yet he was living proof it was.
Finally his sons, minus Tommy, started counting down from 10
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He was held close by Techno, the surface of his palm rough and textured nicely.
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Phil was given to Wilbur and he was hugged against his chest, he clung to the fabric of his sons favorite yellow sweater, feeling comfort.
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He looked at Tommy, his youngest son asleep, looking so peaceful as he slept. Phil smiled softly at his secure feeling.
1…
“Happy New Year!”
Three of the four shouted, Phil could care less about how his ears rang at the noise, he could only feel love as he watched his family, Tommy jumped up awake from the jump scare and shouted.
Once they calmed down from the height of the night they were all quick to settle down, the television was off and the lights were dim as the brothers relaxed on the couch, too tired to go to their respective bedrooms. Phil didn’t care though, because while they were all on the couch together it meant he didn’t have to go back to his room in the walls either.
He didn’t have anything to worry about as he laid down on a pillow in Techno’s lap between Wilbur and Tommy. Maybe new years wasn’t so bad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy new years! Hope y’all enjoyed and my posting schedule will hopefully get better so dw if you gave me a oneshot prompt!
tag list:
@da3dm @i-am-beckyu @lunar-but-little @phoenix-on-the-run
#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t#mcyt g/t#giant!techno#giant!tommy#giant!wilbur#tiny!phil#<3#new years g/t#Love borrowers being confused about human holidays
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Holiday themed YCH available until the 1st of the new year! Details below the images
The final product will be a full clean line art of your chosen characters (can even be you and a comfort character you like as long as the character isn’t a minor)
Body types will be adjusted according to the character, tummy size can be adjusted as well, can be any gender. You can choose a vertical or horizontal layout. Prey has two hand options as shown in sketch. Tag is fully customizable and if theres anything in the image you don’t want just let me know :)
Total price is $35 or $25 for just one character (Pred or prey)
Will only take payments through CashApp or PayPal! (Please note PayPal is 3% up charge of the original price to cover in-app fees. $36.05 and $25.75)
DM to inquire, have a safe holiday!
#safe vore#soft vore#safe v/ore#soft v/ore#vore art#sfw vore#extreme cuddling#vore commissions#ych commission#YCH#holiday ych#g/t vore
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Secret Santa 2023
Alright, I know it’s what, three days early? But I’m so busy that I barely found time to draw everything today, and to actually post it? That would be wayyyy after Christmas so, here it is.
My person was @evieismol !
Merry early Christmas! I found a post about one of your dreams you had or something and I loved it! I have no idea if this was how Alana looks like, but you know what, I was just working with it.
(It was this post of yours):
Oh yeah, and there’s this little doodle I did of Easton from your main series
Hope you like them!
#g/t secret santa 2023#digital art#drawing#art#Hope you like them!#G/t#g/t#I love your stories#Happy holiday!
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PSA Spoop Consent
Also Chrome and Poppy demonstrate consent for Hug a Tiny day!
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𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓞𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓐𝓻𝓶... 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓤𝓼 𝓖𝓸. 𝓦𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝔂, 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂...
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#LIes Of P#2023#game#NG+#Wnter Holiday Edition#license version#v.4#PC#/#Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty#Wo Long#Fallen Dynasty#//#FTR / pirates have now the ridiculous opportunity to download LO𝓟 instead of bying it & that makes me see f-g red ~ [yet not quite it]#*they can enjoy it for free but still s--t on it for -their own solid- reasons* [𝟯𝟭.𝟭𝟮.𝟮𝟯.]#I know I'm being childish ~ but when it involves LO𝓟 [...] I fret x fume
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Happy Holidays~! 🎄🦌 I went as sexy Rudolph for a few Christmas-themed play parties! Of course I took the opportunity to wear nylons paired with black knee high socks~
#then I did some crafting for the antlers- ears - collar -and tail! :)#(I did have makeup + red nose too.. just didn’t do it for the shoot!!)#late because I brought my laptop to my family’s to edit but forgot the charger .. of course I do that!!#but I hope you enjoy! and your holiday has been so far kind and gentle to you! ❤️💚#the pose in the top right is my new favourite~ been wanting to do that pose for awhile! should be The Pose™ 2~#first time wearing skin-coloured nylons! what do you think~?#Clay and I played in the semi-private rooms….. o o h t h e y f e e l g o o d ~ (i didnt wear underwear for this costume~ 🤭)#my posts#toadpic#feet#nylon#pantyhose#tickle community#tickles#photo
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I cool idea for vore is if a pred can project their conciseness inside their stomach, as in have a smaller ghost version of themselves inside to keep the prey company, and talk to them and hug them more directly
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