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[daughterofchaosstuff]

Why does it always have to be in another universe and not this one ?

[wbfm]

robot girl with a toolkit on her vanity instead of a makeup kit

[qadmonster]

Drunken Tumbles Dooble: "It crawls on it's tongue"

this is a weird one, but the general concept is:

“what if a manatee just fucking exploded?”

Design Notes:

So basically it swims upside down with its tongue in the sand sifting particles with cilia action from the papillae of its tongue up to its tiny mouth. The tongue is partially covered by multilobed lips that help with filtering particles. Two gill-like breathing organs protrude from the nostrils, and the eyes are vestigial and covered by skin. Movement through the sand is done solely through muscular movement of the tongue, so it’s tail and flippers are atrophied and weak.

The lower jaw bone is greatly reduced and teeth migrate from the bone into the thick muscular gums and lips of the lower jaw, forming a flail the animal uses in defensive threat displays. 

[slyratex]

Sucked dry

It was a complex spell. But when you saw me in the hotel I spent my vacation in your home town in, you instantly knew I was the right person to try it on. I had many of the attributes you were looking for to test your skills. A young student, an intellectual, an artist. Shy and benign. Slim, androgynous, smooth, naive and unseasoned. So you offered me a drink to lower my defense. Started small talking, nodding and agreeing with everything I said to make me incautious. You complimented on the four traits of mine you admired the most: My rather androgynous appearance, my intelligence, my gentle character and my youthful spirit. I didn’t even get suspicious that you might be after exactly these treasures of mine. And when I was intoxicated and my emotions were putty in your hands, you offered to bring me back to my hotel room.

As soon as the door was unlocked, you pushed me inside, threw it shut and me onto my bed. I stood no chance, dizzy and clumsy as I was, and in mere seconds you positioned me lying in front of you, legs spread open, ass up in the air, offered to you like an open door. You slid kneeled on my bed and slid your shaft inside me, filling my tight hole as far as it went.

Then you started humping me while wanking my cute dick off. I couldn‘t resist, not in actions and not even in words. Your spell had already begun to show its effects on me. You leaned down over me and gave me a forceful kiss, sucking on my mouth and tongue mercilessly to extract the attributes from your victim that you had been looking for.

First you sucked the feminine beauty out of me. As your skin became smoother and your main hair longer and thicker, you saw my hair thin out and my face being manned up by short stubbles. My face became sharper and more defined whereas yours softened. I lost the memories of being a girlish boy and suddenly remembered being a typical rascal in my youth, a misbehaved boy known for showing typical behaviour for boys.

You also sucked my innocence from me, turning me into a smoker from my early adolescence, and making me less naive and more keen. The boy you saw first slowly disappeared as his defining attributes went over to you, substituting him with the guy below.

But you weren‘t finished yet. You sucked harder and the more you sucked, the more of my intellect you drained out of me. While your IQ rose by at least 60 points, making you a real master mind, mine fell by the same degree, leaving me with a brain so degraded it could barely handle simple math operations. You turned an all A student into a moron, a dim-witted idiot with sleepy eyes, not thinking about any complex or abstract ideas. As my memories were altered further, removing my great high school career and adding memories of bunking off school to meet with my friends in the woods experimenting with alcohol and cigars, my body transformed further, my beard growing, my style in clothes changing. Every thrust of your lower body against my ass banged away another piece of the puzzle that made up my once complex personality.

There still was a way to go. You had to change my whole personality, as you wanted to have everything I had. The character so many liked me for would certainly be a nice addition to your curriculum. You stripped me of my gentleness, my generosity, my shy and reluctant behaviour, all the things which people found cute about me. As my lungs and my heart turned more black and my education was erased, I started to think of the many fights I had when I was a young adult. How many nights I had to spent in jail. My hair receded further and became thinner, leaving me almost bald, but my beard grew thick and long and gave me a fierce look. Nothing was left of my trustworthy face. Tattoos appeared on my skin, making my appearance fit my character. In this new person there was no room for creativity, for philosophy, for an interest in art and literature. All this became totally irrelevant to me, while you took my talents in these areas from me and added them to your own perks. You knew people would love you for your charisma from now on, while I had become a guy causing those who I held close before our encounter to change the side of the street to avoid him.

One last step to make your spell complete. You still had one of my traits to steal. So you sucked and sucked, humping me more violently and speeding up your hand movements to jerk me off. I spasmed and cramped as my body underwent the hardest change of this transformation. Dizzily looking up to you and down on me I saw the traces of age the years had left on your body disappear. You became younger. How many years, I can‘t say. As many as separated you from the age of a college student. You felt your health improve, you became more athletic and more beautiful.

Meanwhile I experienced the opposite. You drained all of my youth from me you needed to reach the age I had before, but I grew older and older. My face was marked by wrinkles, my beard grew thicker, longer and greyer. More smoke filled my lungs and my belly inflated until it fitted a middle-aged man who obviously had enjoyed his life. My personality, already stripped of my high intellect and my well-educated character, now completed the U turn as most of my conditioning changed, everything I grew up with in the late 90s and early 2000s was deleted and the millennial in me basically died. He made place for an early Gen X man or even a late boomer. And this changed everything for me. I suddenly remembered many years that had never been there before. I had grown up with far more conservative values, I had a wild youth and then settled for a more traditional life. I had spent decades working a blue collar job.

And as I realised what was happening, a gigantic orgasm built up inside me. I tried to stop it as I wanted to resist the transformation that had already happened, but it was too late. I started grunting with a deep, manly voice, rough from all the decades of smoking and drinking. Meanwhile the twink boy humping me let out a high and girlish scream. You released the last shots of spunk that were produced by your old self into my ass to give the last of the properties that you wanted to leave behind to me.

Simultaneously, I ejaculated the last remains of who I was into your hands. I cursed in my mind, but with the first shot, my anger over the transformation disappeared. The second shot I released released me from any other negative feelings about this, leaving me with a neutral attitude towards your deed. The third shot came and I started to like it. A fourth shot of cum turned that into joy and acceptance, as I realised it wasn‘t so bad after all. The orgasm continued with a fifth shot that awoke a certain gratitude to you. With the sixth shot the new personality and the evaluation of it as not only something acceptable, but even something preferable to what was before was completely embedded in my mind. And then the last, the seventh shot of spunk left me and with it went every last rest of who I was, including the memory of this evening. As the orgasm ebbed away, I didn‘t even know anymore I was transformed, as your spell was complete.

I lied on the hotel bed exhausted, looking down on my body. I was fat, old, bearded, hairy, scruffy, rough, bearish, tattooed, greying, wrinkled, a full man. Well, the man I always was. Lighting up a smoke I looked at the twink kneeling in front of me. You pulled your dick out of my ass while licking up the jizz from your fragile hands. What a filthy millennial bitch you are! You gave me a horny grin and stood up. You put the money into your bag. Now that I tried the passive role for the first time, I knew it wasn‘t for me. „How about we do it the other way around and I show you how it actually works?“, I mocked you. „Sorry, but you didn‘t pay for that,“ you replied and gave me a wink, „I know you crave a beautiful young lad like me. But this was a one time thing and I think it is time you start looking for guys in your league again, gramps.“ Before I could complain, you left my hotel room. I stroked my hairy belly, and as soon as the door fell shut behind you, I started wanking my thick, manly cock again, fantasising about fucking the enviable young twink I will probably never meet again. I wonder what his life is like…

[graynide]

how funny is it that I'm listening to Fire4fun by Jhariah while drawing captain underpants. They're like two contrasting themes of media lol

[zoeflake]

Forests are temples where ALL are welcome; where every 'God' man has ever imagined dwells.

[text-colourer]

you should kiss @i-remove-color-from-posts

Why?

[wishfulsketching]

Another text about Lu Zhen, Long Min and Dayi when they are still on their way to the Water Temple.

It's a small little moment that was written a while back, but after some editing, we decided it's good enough to post! Hope you like it!

Made some art for this fluffy text:

[bridgetotheotherside]

Bård og Vegard Ylvisåker valgte Drammen: – Stas

Drammens Tidende, 22.09.2024 [$] [video]

TV-programmet «Ylvis mot Ylvis» er i gang med sin andre sesong – som nå spilles inn på Tangenkaia i Drammen.

DRAMMEN: Onsdag denne uken strømmet det folk til Tangenkaia – både kjente og ukjente.

I byens nye TV-studio, «Gateway Studios», spilte nemlig TV 2-programmet «Ylvis mot Ylvis» inn første og andre episode av seriens andre sesong.

– Vi har et godt forhold til Drammen, vi har faktisk spilt inn TV her før, men nå er det i et nytt studio og med eget program. Det er stas og det har gått knirkefritt, sier Bård Ylvisåker til Drammens Tidende.

Er med på avgjørelsene

Drammens Tidende møter kjendisbrødrene utenfor studioet – bare få timer før innspillingen gikk av stabelen. Herrene mimrer tilbake til da de var på befaring på Tangenkaia for cirka et halvt år siden.

– Da var det tomt her omtrent, de hadde nettopp sluttet og lage båter, nå er det studio, sier Vegard, og fortsetter:

– Vi har «vampet» det opp det greit i forhold til forrige sesong, det ser «shinet» ut, for å si det mildt.

Brødrene er med på avgjørelsene som skal tas. Både fordi de liker å være med, men også fordi de er en del av produksjonsselskapet. Flere lokaler og studioer ble besøkt – det i Drammen var favoritten, meddeler Bård.

– Vi har også en tanke om at vi er best til å ta avgjørelsene, derfor er vi med, men jeg vet ikke om de andre synes det er gøy at vi er med, sier Vegard og ler.

Drammen trakk det lengste strået

På spørsmål om hva det var som førte til at Gateway Studios trakk det lengste strået, svarer brødrene at det er burger og god parkering i nærheten, samt at det er nære elva.

De ler, før tonen blir mer seriøs:

– Det var et stort lokale, som de holdt på å bygge. Vi kunne være med på praten om hvordan det skulle bli, og vi kjenner de som lagde det. De er flinke folk. Også er det ikke langt fra Oslo, sier Bård, som legger til at det ikke er vanskelig å få programmets gjester til Drammen.

– Det går bokstavelig talt på skinner.

Byen og studioet på kartet

Leder Synneva Erland for kommunikasjon og salg i Gateway Studios smiler over at både «Ylvis mot Ylvis» og Joachim Triers nye film «Sentimental Value» spilles inn på Tangenkaia.

– Det er dette vi jobber for å få til. Det er gøy at vi fikk to så store produksjoner som de første.

Erland sier at produksjonene betyr mye for det nye studioet, som vil sette studioet på kartet. Håpet og målet er at teknologien skal føre til at de forskjellige produksjonsselskapene skal «slåss» om å komme til Tangen fremover.

I tillegg tror hun at produksjonene kan bidra til å sette byen på kartet.

– Det er også noe av hovedmålet vårt, at vi skal bidra og tilføre Drammen noe som gjør byen enda mer attraktiv, sier Erland, og tilføyer at studioet ikke bare er for hemmelige innspillinger, men også for andre ting. Hovedstudioet skal senere huse blant annet konferanser og konserter.

– Det blir også festivaler fremover. Det skal skje masse som skal være åpent for publikum. Vi har også Studio 33 ved siden av som folk kan booke til konserter, seminarer og konferanser. Der har vi en liten klubbscene.

God tone

Onsdag ble to programmer av «Ylvis mot Ylvis» spilt inn – åtte gjenstår. Til tross for at programmet primært lages for TV-seerne, ønsker brødrene at folk kommer på innspillingene.

Det er noe annet å se det i salen, forklarer de.

– Mye av det Vegard gjør blir klippet bort, så det får de anledning til å se, sier Bård.

– Alle mine kvart gode pappavitser blir klippet bort. Mine gullkorn ligger ofte igjen i skuret. De sier ikke at de blir skrinlagt, de blir skurlagt. De blir i Drammen, tilføyer Vegard.

I programmet brødrene hvert sitt kjendislag som konkurrerer i musikalske konkurranser. I hver episode kaster deltakerne seg ut i mange oppgaver fylt med uforberedte opptredener, for å nevne noe.

Bård og Vegard synes det er deilig å være i gang med sesong to. Til tross for at de konkurrerer mot hverandre, forteller duoen at stemningen er god.

– Det beste for programmet er det som gjelder, men når jeg står der inne, da blir jeg irritert når vi ikke klarer det, sier Vegard.

[daughterofchaosstuff]

‘‘Red flag” this “Green flag” that

white flag. i just want peace. i surrender🏳️

[wbfm]

Are you guys really not calling the ship between Gummigoo and Pomni Pommigoo?? Like come on yall it’s right there and it’s the cutsiest wootsiest thing

[qadmonster]

"An effigy of hope. A false god."

[graynide]

im looking at my sketchbook right now and im scanning all of my drawn work. i drew a cool original cover for it, some OCs on it and its almost finished. Wow i drew a lot these past few months i wonder wh- oh OH OHH I see

ITS ALL CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS FANART

[gigolupin]

sometimes I feel the urge to devour your entrails, just to feel you

[ossian94]

On Fionnian Braids

Preface:

As promised, here's the translated text/essay about the braids!

It actually needed some adjustments and updates, so to speak, since I changed a few things within the story. It might change once more but for now I think I've the concept down

Text:

On Fionnian Braids

The Limirian Cut is the most common not only among the military but also among nobles and commoners alike. Short hair lends itself easily to our nation's militaristic ideals. It also lacks individuality. It creates the uniform, orderly look we aspire, but also a certain aspect of sterility. For all of my youth I never questioned the utility of the Limirian Cut, nor did I question the myriad of other styles favored among other nations. To me, it was just different ways to keep one’s hair out of the way. But after I was introduced to my wife, and later I found myself fascinated by her people’s culture, which, while in certain aspects comparable to our, holds vastly different ideals in different aspects of life. Especially the Fionnian men’s traditional hairstyle differs vastly from our own, which I want to shed light on in this text.

The origin of this peculiar way of hairstyle cannot be traced back to its origin. Some say they took their inspiration from the nomads of the Darinda, who allegedly frequented the region of modern-day Fionn before the Elemental Gods were banished. Others say it was their Elemental God, Fionn, who ordered them to adopt this custom out of a whim. The most common explanation I found during my visits to Fionn was that the braids served as means to differentiate families as the Fionnians don’t have the custom of familial last names and instead take on nicknames along the name of the town or village they are from. While generally believed to be the most likely origin among the Fionnians, I am not entirely convinced. But as this topic needs further research I postpone any and all speculation or judgment as of writing this piece.

So I will merely continue to state the facts I was able to verify.

The Cut

The Fionnian Braid, as I will call this hairstyle from now on, can be worn by both sexes. While in the past there had been an enforcement of different cuts for men and women nowadays such a harsh distinction isn’t usually made although most, especially in the countryside still adhere to their old ways.

The man’s cut consists only of the hair at the back of the head being kept long, while the hair at the front will be cut short. The woman’s cut, on the other hand, offers more freedom by being kept either the same as for the men or, as most common nowadays, at varying lengths at the discretion of the woman wearing the braid.

Since the braid looks best with the hair at the back of the head being grown out as much as possible. While less common in the larger cities, in the countryside parents even avoid cutting their children’s hair and allow them to choose how to have it styled.

During my research, I managed to interview also many of the elders who could still remember the famous Fionnian Guard, who had ordered the male cut even for the few women among their ranks. Thusly, many of my peers suspected the resurgence of the male cut even among women, especially in the countryside, as a form of resistance against our nation’s influence. While I was able to see for myself that the Fionnian Braid was growing in popularity, I do not see any reason to force them to abandon the custom. Such force would certainly cause more unrest than allowing them to continue.

The Braid

No matter if man or woman, the Fionnian Braid is always bound in the following manner:

The hair is bound back, and a circular metal clasp is used to keep the hair gathered. The clasp can be ornamental or plain, its main purpose is not only to hold the hair but also the ribbon, which will then be warped around about half to two thirds of the braid. The ribbon itself can be made from a vast different array of fabrics, which are usually determined by the standing and wealth of the person. Although, it’s frowned upon to show one’s wealth by flaunting expensive fabrics or even additional jewelry.

While in modern Fionn the color of the ribbon doesn’t hold much meaning and is left up to the preference of the wearer, in the past it held important meaning and social cues. Not only marked the color the age of the wearer but also their marital status in great detail. The colors and meanings were as follows:

Yellow: only for children and minors

White: single and not seeking a partner

Pink: single and seeking a partner

Light blue: taken but not engaged

Red: engaged

Violett: married

Black: widowed

The ribbon is then clasped with the hair by a wooden or metal clasp, more often than not depicting an oak branch with acorns, as this is the national tree of Fionn. Some people tie the ends of the ribbon below the oak-clasp into a bow, while others braid it into the rest of the hair.

The final part is often just a simple braid, which will be held together by another, smaller clasp either made from wood or metal, which depicts each family’s heraldic beast or symbol. In the case of criminals, this clasp either gets taken away or the identifier will be removed as the ties to the family are severed.

[…]

Taken from 'On Fionnian Culture' by crown prince Darian Limirum, Year 60 of the Fourth Fedebrant

[bizarre-bait]

A little book I made for final assessment in illustration (they said I went I bit to far with it lol)