#rapid force

[civijimmy]

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[alwaysbewoke]

[rattlung]

again idk if this has been said before but i love the lucanis approval when you're going after zara and illario meets you half way. lucanis is trying to get him to fuck off but illario ignores him and addresses rook, flirts w them, tells them that they should let him give them a tour. and when they also tell him to fuck off cause their honey said so, lucanis likes it. he follows up with "this isn't your job, there's no one you can charm into dropping their guard". and idk it kind of reminds me of the comment lucanis makes during the coffee date cutscene where he says smth along the lines of "even before i was captured, most things were determined for me" and adding that w the implication of illario absolutely hating when attention isn't on him paired with his resentment toward lucanis for being their grandmother's favorite AND lucanis telling emmerich that he "doesn't have illario's gift for flirting" like idk i imagine illario poaching any person he sensed lucanis had even a passing interest in just cause he's a spiteful mf

so here "there's no one you can charm" = "this one is mine, they won't fall for it"

i just think the mutual possessiveness is neat :)

[kingbear8]

Something about making you take it. My seed. My genes. Planting it in your body where it could take root. Then absolutely everything will change, your body and life forever subjugated to attenteding my baby.

[freewatermelon0]

Children in Sudan are starving too; don't turn a blind eye. We must not be biased in our concern and compassion.

All eyes on Sudan.

[weiner-does-preg]

Making the gods angry

[mirkobloom77]

‼️🇸🇩 The aftermath of a massacre in Wad Al-Noura, Sudan. Keep watching for a brief resume of the situation in Sudan.

[Plain text: The aftermath of a massacre in Wad Al-Noura, Sudan. Keep watching for a brief resume of the situation in Sudan.]

🔸 Source: Al Jazeera

⬇️ Some Gofundmes and charity donation links

[ana-bananya]

SUDAN NEEDS YOUR ATTENTION

The RSF's siege of El Jezira is still ongoing for over twenty days now. The attacks began after RSF commander Abuagla Keikal defected and joined SAF. The RSF is now torturing the people of Keikal's home state for his own actions.

In the town of al-Hilalia alone, at least 527 civilians have been murdered. Across Jezria, at least 1,237 people have been murdered as of November 10th. These reports are likely understatements, and deaths continue to rise.

The International Organization for Migration reports that more than 343,000 people have been displaced from Jezira state, seeking refuge in towns that are already overwhelmed with refugees due to the worsening displacement crisis.

Those who have been unable to evacuate Jezria face daily threats of looting, abductions/being taken as hostages, rape, and death. If they are not outright murdered by the RSF, they are killed by starvation, poisoning, or disease. There have also been reports of women resorting to suicide to avoid the trauma of being raped.

Please take action to support on the ground initiatives providing aid to Sudanese refugees, including those who have fled from Jezria state. Linked below are some highly reputable organizations that have been repeatedly shared by members of the Sudanese community. If you are able to donate to one, please do.

If you'd like to help further, the Sudan Funds website (organized by @/thisisNOTghaida on twitter) has a list of vetted campaigns for more organizations as well as individual families. Please consider adopting a family or campaign to post about.

To stay informed, please follow:

bsonblast (on twitter, insta, and tiktok)

Sudan.updates (insta)

Red_maat (insta)

tartola0123 (insta)

Sudan.updates (insta)

baobaboperation (insta)

Sdn.world (insta and twitter)

modathirzainalabdeen (insta and tiktok)

Londonforsudan (Twitter and insta. If you are in the London area, they also organize and post about protests you can attend)

If you feel uneducated about Sudan and are unsure where to start researching, @/red_maat' has put together a tool kit to help. The @/baobaboperation also has a brief starting guide.

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Links to mutual aid funds below

[nightshadedumplings]

I've had this sci-fi idea for a long time where there's this place where people can rent a room, and in all of the rooms there's this sort of vending machine. The vending machine gives options for all body types, physical characteristics, and genders. After a selection is made, the machine opens to reveal the body of whatever was chosen, and complete access and control is granted to the buyer. The people who are dispensed by the machine aren't able to move unless the buyer chooses to allow it, and they can't get out of the machine at all. Their faces are never visible to the buyer, but they can see everything that's happening.

The machine doesn't just allow the buyer to choose attributes they like, they can also make changes. The buyer might choose to breed their selection, after putting in the option for high fertility and adjusting the gestation period to just a couple of minutes. Their selection can see everything outside the machine, but they can't see what options are being selected, so they never know what's going to happen to them until it's already happening.

So, maybe they've gotten used to being used sexually, but this is the first time anyone has used any of those adjustment options. Suddenly, they start feeling a soreness in their chest, and growing pressure in the pit of their stomach. Soon, they can see their belly bulging out, and feel it becoming heavier on their frame. They scream, but the buyer can't hear them. All the buyer sees is their selection's belly swelling up with their brood, their entire body gaining a generous layer of fat, particularly their ass and chest. Soon, they have a proper pair of teats, and they begin to feel so full, they think they'll pop.

The growing babies inside their belly move more and more as the seconds pass, and as they become massive, they feel the babies turning, sinking lower towards their hips as cramps begin to seize them. Just then, the growth stops completely, the buyer having paused their pregnancy at the very start of labor. They gasp when the buyer latches suddenly onto their huge tit, readily drawing milk from it while their hand pumps it out of the other. The babies are eager to get out, thrashing around inside, distorting the surface of their otherwise smooth belly.

The buyer only stops nursing for a moment to make more adjustments, first setting for them to go very overdue, and then allowing them to finally go into active labor. They're startled when their belly grows bigger, and bigger, and when they feel like they'll surely burst, their water breaks. They scream, feeling a baby moving through their cervix, with nothing they can do about it other than to push. Their buyer just continues to breastfeed from them, feeling their contracting belly all over while they struggle to birth their baby. After what feels like forever, they feel the huge, round head beginning to bulge out of them, only for the buyer to make an adjustment to pause their labor. They push and push and push, but nothing happens. They're stuck crowning, unable to stop pushing despite knowing it's pointless, until they're allowed to give birth.

[quotesfrommyreading]

The ongoing war in Sudan and the ensuing humanitarian crisis has pushed people to the brink. At the borders of conflict zones, selling a kidney is becoming a currency of last resort for people seeking refuge. In June 2023, I managed to contact two young Sudanese women who had fled the fighting in Khartoum. In April 2023, Rania was with her friend Fatima, both students at the University of Khartoum, when the RSF raided the main campus, on the banks of the Nile. “We were trying to hide from the fighting,” Rania told me on the phone. “There were a lot of [female] students there who were afraid to leave. We thought we would be safe, but they found us and forced us to have sex with them.”

Soon after that they packed up their belongings and took a bus heading towards the border with South Sudan. They had heard the route south was cheaper than trying to go north to Egypt, and Rania had a brother living in Kampala, Uganda, whom they hoped to join. It was a seven-day journey from Khartoum to Renk, a small town in South Sudan close to the border where thousands of people had set up temporary camps in bleak conditions. A lack of food, water, healthcare and sanitation had left people at increased risk of disease, malnutrition and violence. There were hundreds of new arrivals each day. “People are crammed together under tarpaulins,” Rania said. “There are mosquitoes everywhere. There’s not enough food, water, soap. Everyone is desperate for assistance. It’s chaos.”

When Rania and Fatima arrived at a makeshift camp on the outskirts of the town, they were approached by soldiers in plain clothes selling tickets for flights from a small airstrip outside Renk to South Sudan’s capital, Juba, and the city of Nimule. The flights, which should form part of the humanitarian corridor, are being controlled by armed militias charging exorbitant fees to board them. “They wanted a lot of money,” Rania said. “The price would go up every day. They said if we didn’t have any money we could have sex with them.”

When they refused, they were told there was something else they could sell: a kidney. “They said that this was the only way we were going to get a flight out of here,” Fatima said. “There were two men who had agreed to this [selling a kidney], but I don’t know what happened to them. I was worried that they would kill me and take my kidney.”

Two weeks after Rania and Fatima first arrived in Renk, they messaged me from Kampala. “We received some money from family members in Uganda. They paid a smuggler $500 to take us to Kampala.” Raina said. “There were no humanitarian agencies or government officials transporting people. The drivers, the militias, they are exploiting people every step of the journey.”

In Renk, they had watched as large trucks carried hundreds of people further south to transit camps that were rumoured to be less crowded and better resourced. Others boarded cramped and overcrowded boats down the Nile to the city of Malakal, from which they would attempt to reach Juba, 970km to the south. Each stage of the journey would come at a cost.

“We are telling you this for a reason,” Fatima said. “We desperately need more support for people trapped in Sudan. In Darfur, there is genocide. But no one is talking about it. Women are being raped every day. Children have been killed and abducted. People are desperate. This is when you sell your kidney.”

  —  ‘For me, there was no other choice’: inside the global illegal organ trade

[strawb3rrystarburst]

You're throwing a party. A big one. You invite all your friends, order tons of food and buy tons of drinks. Maybe too much, considering the size of the party, but you can never be too prepared. You get pizza and chips, sodas and beers. Nice and filling. Only about half of it is eaten by the time the party finally winds down, it seems you overestimated.

Once everyone leaves, it's time to clean up. Most people would consider all that leftover food a waste, but you don't. You've got a special dump, one that will make sure none of it goes to waste.

I sit obediently as you bring boxes still full of greasy, cheesy pizza to me. You push slice after slice into my mouth, making sure it's all disposed of. You pause in between every few slices to bring a can of soda to my lips, forcing me to chug it, or else it'll spill all over my quickly bloating gut. I get a moment to belch before the cycle repeats. Any groans of protest from me drowned out by the sound of my gut churning and gurgling, creamy fat hanging heavily between my thighs.

Soon enough, the apartment is clean, all the leftovers disposed of. The only evidence is the sound of your garbage disposal, processing all of that waste.

[kingbear8]

The exchange. My seed. Putting it inside you. A literal piece of myself. It'll grow. It'll change your body and life forever. I wanted this. Your wants don't really matter. I'm so much bigger than you, all you could do was take it. Don't worry, you'll be a good Mommy. To all of them.

[seecookiejar]

It feels good to be back on here!💜

Come follow me on my feeding journey!

Don’t forget to like and reblog, maybe you’ll get something from me in your DMs😈

[bestlittlebunny]

So.....I woke up this morning and, surprise surprise, I’m 9 months pregnant! The pressure im feeling between my legs makes me feel like im gonna go into labor any second. My breast have trippled in size and I cant go two seconds without milking them! I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’ve got a belly that's practically bursting and an appetite that could rival a bottomless pit. The whole thing has me caught between sheer outrage and an oddly amused disbelief. What kind of pills did you give us last night? I think we need to have a serious chat about this!

(Waddling over to you, touching the tip of my rotund belly to yours and placing a hand on your belly) If it’s any consolation, you grew absolutely beautifully. I’m in awe of how well your body handled this. But, honestly, I didn’t give us anything out of the ordinary! I don’t think. I asked that new doctor I’ve been seeing for recommendations on what to take for cramps and he gave me those pills. They’re just pain pills! I’m pretty sure…

[kindnessoverperfection]

ADHD really does put everything at equal levels of importance, huh? Like I'll have an email I need to write that'll take maybe 10 minutes, and getting that done will alleviate 6 months of stress. Then I'll notice a sock on the floor I need to put away. Then I'll get the strong conviction that it's up to me to cure cancer. And my brain will tell me that I need to do all of them at once, start and finish them all in the time span of 0 seconds, and my executive dysfunction will throw up its hands and do none of the above.