#terra toilet

[tosofotiri]

The Blood Moon is rising...

[qwerty99846]

my friend made me a terra toilet

[arsenicstrudel]

aqua’s poor care ending 3:

[dukefishron]

Toilet

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The front of this house is on top of the hill, and it goes down in the back w/long spiral stairs to a balcony. It's so gray. The 2016 build is in Ruidoso, NM, has 4bds, 4ba, and they're asking $889K.

The house is very modern, but it has contemporary hacienda style with all the warm terra cotta colors. Instead of tile flooring, this home has a wood look floor.

The long hall leads to a family area with a living room. There's a corner fireplace made of gray stones.

The open floorplan includes a kitchen right next to the living room area.

It's basically in the round. The original Shaker cabinets were painted black.

It's fairly large and looks good, like it has plenty of storage.

And it also has room for a table.

The primary bedroom is quite large and has sliders to one of four terraces. I think that's the one with the spiral stairs.

It has a large bath.

Look at the shower, it's like a room.

They've got a hot tub on the terrace plus plenty of room to sit.

I'm disappointed that the walls are just dry wall painted terra cotta and there isn't any real adobe, like maybe at least a fireplace.

The en-suite has an open arch doorway and several doors to a shower and the toilet.

Proceed thru the hall to a large sink vanity.

Then, take the spacious elevator to the next level.

The hallway's pretty nice. It's so big, you have to decorate it.

Off the hall are the other bedrooms. This one is pretty spacious.

There's quite a large bath. It even has a built-in tile bench.

The toilet is discreetly hidden behind a decorative wall.

Here's a den with a daybed. Maybe it's a bedroom. Interesting thing they have against the wall- I wonder if that conveys.

This terrace has a grill.

And, this is a huge room.

The house goes on and on. Here's a shower room with a huge shower.

It has a whole storage room.

Another home office.

There's a 2 car garage, but not much of an outdoor space. I guess that's why they had a grill on one of the terraces. 0.44 Acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/200-Valley-View-Cir-Ruidoso-NM-88345/235862929_zpid/?

[starfirescomet]

the titans as things my friends and i have said

terra: and what am i, beast boy? starfire: you’re a beautiful butterfly. raven, about gizmo: why does he look like a munchkin? raven: it’s so funny i forgot to laugh. cyborg: go buy a sense of humor at the gas station. raven: i tried that already. they don’t have my brand. robin, to cyborg: who are you going to meet in the bathroom? beast boy: the toilet? starfire: please self hate and not other hate. beast boy: yeah i’m bi. cyborg: i hope you mean bilingual. beast boy: why are you like this? raven: why are you wrong? beast boy, about wally: he’s a ginger, he glows in the dark. starfire: he’s a contraction. robin: you mean a CONJUNCTION?? terra: i’m not fake, i’m just messy. raven: why are we standing here like we love each other? starfire: you don’t love us??

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi Terra! If you’re still accepting requests for the smut prompts… how about #30 for Levihan? ✨

Smut Scribbles (NSFW) 30: “I can’t get enough of you.”

Intoxicated Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 957 words

A warm glow sliced through the half-closed door, catching the corners of clean, bathroom tiles where it fell. There was scarcely space to move within the small, semi-lit room; most of it was occupied by a bathtub, over which stooped a low shower head. A small portion of floor remained; the only gap which was not obstructed by either a toilet or standing cabinet or square sink. It was within this basin that Hange reclined, dressed only in a half-buttoned shirt, her bare legs trailing over the side of the porcelain. She clutched the shoulders of the man kneeling before her, uttering a desperate sigh as he pressed his face between her thighs. 

Levi inhaled her. His grip on her tensed as though pained from resisting such temptation. Above him, Hange’s breath left her shakily as his teeth grazed the inside of her leg. The smallest taste was enough to awaken a much deeper craving. Levi nipped at sweat-streaked skin; kissed closer, closer… until he was just above where she wanted him. With the most delicate of motions, Levi’s tongue traced her clit. Fire seared within her abdomen; Hange’s head sank back as a thready moan escaped her. Levi’s movements were delicate, teasing; a slow swirling motion back and forth as he savoured her. Then, with a groan of longing, Levi indulged himself further. Hange’s body melted upon his tongue as he stroked the same sweet spot over and over. Releasing his jacket, Hange’s trembling hands threaded through Levi’s hair, holding his head in place. Hungrily she bucked against his mouth; helpless to the heat building in her core.

Voracious, Levi’s hold on her open thighs tightened. He rolled his tongue; soaked in her; teasing, touching, tasting like a man on the brink of starvation.  He was weak for her; drunk on the feel of her body. How he could delight in her; drink her endlessly; satiate himself upon her and only her. 

Hange’s back arched away from the sink as tension seized her limbs. Her mouth dropped open, at first in silent anguish. Then she was gasping, guttering incoherent pleas as an overpowering sensation ripped through her. Below, Levi drew her to him, swallowed her, drank her down… 

From the very start of that evening, they had known that the night would end like this. Post-work, Friday drinks with the rest of Levi’s office. They had sat around a low table, disregarding laminated menus to order beer and plates of karaage. Then came the bottles of sake, followed by shots. Outside, neon signs had flickered against pinpricks of stars. With Hange’s arm slung over Levi’s shoulder, the pair had staggered towards his apartment. A light rain had begun to fall as they wound amongst groups of stragglers navigating their ways home. Electric lights blurred with the glow of tiny windows and the stars themselves. The walk had felt brief compared to its relative distance. Once they had stood on the other side of Levi’s door, Hange had yanked him towards her by the collar of his coat. And he had kissed as though he had been starved of her; his tongue gliding over the roof of her mouth. Fumbling footsteps took them towards the bathroom where… 

Half-standing, Levi’s hands skimmed over Hange’s legs, prickling a trail of goosebumps beneath his touch. He seized her by the waist, his lips upon her flushed neck. Over his shoulder, Hange noticed her work trousers crumpled in a pile by the door. A pair of black, low slung briefs dangled from her ankle. She shook them off onto the tiles below. 

“Levi -” The syllables of his name left her in a flurry of breath. As he drew back she felt Levi’s cheek warming her own. Slowly, his nose grazed hers. Up close Levi’s features blurred at the corner of her vision. His eyes seemed grey now, in this dim light, like an evening sky threaded with clouds. Moments before the storm devoured all. Ravenous. Her lungs burned. Then Levi hauled her into him, lifting up her body as though she was weightless.

“Huh? Wait!”

Hange wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her out and into the hallway. At the end, an open door led to a small bedroom, darkened by drawn shades. With a flump he flung her down onto a neat bedspread. Without restraint Levi’s hands were clenched at the roots of her hair, his lips tasting her jawline. He was enjoying every inch of her; lapping the hot skin of her neck; pressing his tongue to her clavicle.  Dipping lower, Levi kissed her small chest, brought his open mouth over the hardened buds of her nipples. Like a man intoxicated, an addict only quenched by the shape and sensation of her body, Levi could not hope to stifle the low, guttural sounds which escaped him. 

Levi lingered over her abdomen, so close to where she wanted him all over again, hot breath stirring shivers across burning skin. Fingertips stroked at her skin before lifting her legs up onto his shoulders. He savoured the inside of her thigh. Hange’s chest rose and fell as his mouth inched closer.  

“Again? Levi… ah, Levi…”

At his touch, Hange’s voice thinned out to a mere sigh. 

“Fuck…”  Levi groaned weakly, “Oh fuck… oh God, I can’t get enough of you…” 

She felt him draw in a slow, agonised breath, and then his tongue flattened against her once more. Hange’s head writhed against the pillow, beads of sweat clinging to her face. Fists clenched at the bedsheets; Hange’s chest heaved. She felt she could come right there and then. Over-sensitised, each touch was amplified. Only Levi could drive such divine sensations as his tongue caressed her… ... Thanks Flo! And Anon - I recognise you from other asks. Come hit me up, I'd love to know who you are! :)

[howlingday]

RWBY FR1ENDS

Ren: (Holding up blanket with a brown stain) I know shit when I see it, Nora.

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Goodwitch: (Teaching class) Pipe down, you shits. I'm trying to watch Flings & Things.

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Ruby: (Plunging the toilet) It's okay. You're okay. Just think... did you eat tomatoes last night?

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Weiss: (On her scroll) I hit her pretty hard... No, she's not moving.

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Neighbor: YOU EVER HEARD OF CONDOMS?!

Mama Arc: (Carrying all 8 Arc kids) YOU FU-

Jaune: Leave him, Mom! He ain't worth it!

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Yang: (Opens the trunk) Shit, Blake. The body's gone.

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Saphron: (On a walk with Adrian and Terra) And over there, sweetie, right there by the bridge is where I found the torso.

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Pyrrha: (Sees Nora at the window, Whispers) Jaune... Jaune, she's at the window again... Call the police.

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Mercury: (Looking through a telescope) I see Ms. Malachite is getting her back door bashed in again.

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Adam: (Teaching a band class) Okay, kids, when I start, we're going to play "Fuck Them Huntresses" by F.W.A. in F#. Ready?

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Blake: (Looking at Yang's Vol 10 outfit) Yeah, you can fucking forget putting anything in me dressed like that, Yang.

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Ruby: It's okay. We've only been lost for a few hours, so don't panic-

Nora: (Staring at Jaune) I'm going to eat him.

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Oobleck: (Looking Adrian up and down) It appears young Mr. Cotta-Arc is suffering from a severe and potentially terminal case of "being-a-little-prick-itis".

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Yang: (By Ruby's bed) Aim for the bucket- OH FOR FUCK'S SAKES, RUBY! THESE ARE MY NEW SHOES!

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Port: (At the store) Good morning to you, Mister Shopkeep! I'll need teabags and something that can get blood and shit out of my carpet, please.

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Ironwood: (Surveying a field with children) Spread out, students. We're looking for any clues. Teeth, hair...

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Sun: (Standing between Nora and a booth) Okay, lady, then explain your wet shorts and the puddle of piss inside.

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Nora: (In bed) Hey, guys? ...Pyrrha? ...Jaune? No joke, I think I sharted.

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Terra: (Standing by a bathtub, Adrian close) Daddy's gone away, sweetheart. Now pass me the peroxy-disulfuric acid.

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Ozpin: (On the phone) Tai, I think I may have found Summer. ...Well, two weeks in this heat, it's difficult to say, but I'm pretty sure it's her.

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Ruby: (Snarling at Jaune) Touch my balloon again, and you'll be picking up your teeth with broken fingers!

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Terra: (Holding Adrian) I've got nipples like chewed raisins, now take the bastard bottle!

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Nora: (Holding a pretty, pink purse) I've got enough ketamine to put a horse down. How much you want?

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Summer: (On the phone) I'm at a friend's house, Ozpin. Don't try to find me. I hope you and that bitch get fucking syphilis.

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Qrow: (Fron the window) Not now, Raven! I'm jerking off!

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Ruby: (Opens fridge) ...Is that Uncle Qrow?

Summer: Yes, sweetie. Well, it's most of him.

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Whitley: (Playing piano) Smack my bitch up~! Smack my bitch up~!

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Neptune: (On the phone, Looks in drawer) No, Sun, it's definitely human shit. Who fucking does this?!

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Qrow: (Puts a hand on Oscar's shoulder) No, it's not a home, it's a house, remember, Oscar? You're adopted.

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Nora: (Holding a kettle) More badger piss, Misses Honeybottom?

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Jaune: (On the phone) Did you get the toes? Good. Now shut the fuck up and listen to my instructions.

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Taiyang: (Next to Yang's wheelchair) Piss off, ironsides. I'm on my lunch break.

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Jaune: (Pointing at Nora) If you don't put your shitting head on that shitting pillow, I'm turning this dormroom into a crime scene!

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Yang: (Pulls up in her car) Who wants to go dogging?

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Ruby: (Standing by the toilet) Yang... Hand me the scissors.

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Roman: (Holding a baby) C'mon, kid. Coochie bastard coo!

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Blake: (Having lunch with Sun, Sees Jaune) Keep jogging, dickweed!

[peter-quill-is-so-fine]

Pairing: Quill x (GN) Reader

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ : THIS FIC IS ABOUT PERIODS. THE READER WILL BE REFERRED TO WITH EXCLUSIVELY THEY/THEM PRONOUNS, BUT THEY DO HAVE THEIR PERIOD IN THIS FIC. WOMEN ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE PERIODS.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1K

Plot Summary: Y/N gets their period and turns to Peter for help.

Y/N was in despair.

They had entered the bathroom, only to realize it was, once again, that time of the month. Of course, since they were no longer on Terra, they had trouble keeping track of what day it was there. Since the times on the planets they visited with their fellow guardians of the galaxy were completely inconsistent, they were more focused on molding their schedule to fit into the planets they visited than on when their period would show up. When they realized it had come back, all they could think was, “Already?” Then it hit them. All of their period products were in their room. What were they going to do? They couldn't get up to go get them, otherwise their- by some miracle- spotless underwear would be ruined. They could always use toilet paper, but it was never truly effective. The idea hit them like a train on a track (yes, that was on purpose.) “Peter!” they yelled out.

Their best friend in the whole entire galaxy, Peter Quill was the only one they trusted to enter their room. Lucky for them, he just happened to be in the next room over. They waited, rather impatiently, for him to yell in reply, but no reply came. “Peter Jason Quill!!!” they shouted, hoping he'd notice they used his full name. “Don't call me that, Y/N M/N L/N!” he retorted almost instantly.

“Peter, can you do me a favor?”

“That depends on what it is, Y/N.”

“Can you come here?”

“You want me to come into the bathroom with you?”

“NO. Just- come here, man!”

Silence followed Y/N’s command, and footsteps came right after. They heard Peter speak, now at a regular volume. “What's up, asshole?” Y/N hesitated, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. “Well… I can't really get up, but I need something from my room. Can you get it for me? Please?” they pleaded. “Well, that depends on what it is,” he replied. “It's under my bed. In a box. It's wrapped in orange plastic. Don't open it, just hand it to me” Y/N instructed. “Well… alright.” Peter said as he walked away.

Y/N waited. Even though they trusted Peter, they couldn't shake the feeling that he'd mess up somehow. It wasn't that they thought Peter wasn't capable of getting it right, it was… well it was that. They waited anxiously for his return, as what seemed like hours passed. He returned, opened the door, and stuck his hand in, holding the pad. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, and put it on.

“What is that thing, anyway?” Peter asked Y/N as they left the bathroom. “It's a pad,” they replied casually. Peter gave them a puzzled look. “What the hell is a pad?” he asked. “It protects your clothes when you get your period.” Y/N explained. “OH! I know what those are!” he exclaimed, seeming excited to know what Y/N was talking about for once. “My mom explained them to me!” he clarified, grinning. Then it dawned on him how his mom will would always be in pain when she had them, and how she explained that they were usually very painful. His grin vanished almost instantly.

“Wait- are you okay? Do you need anything?” “Aww, I'm okay, dude,” Y/N reassured him. “It just hurts a little bit. That explains why I was in pain all morning, now doesn't it?” they joked. Peter did not find it funny. He cared deeply about Y/N, and seeing them in pain just about broke his heart. “No. Come on, I'm going to take you to your room.” he deadpanned. “Wait, wh-” Y/N was cut off by Peter, as he grabbed them by their waist and lifted them up before they even realized what happened.

“Okay, do you need anything else?” Peter asked after he had put Y/N in their bed, and gotten them water. “I didn't need anything in the first place, Peter.” Y/N replied coldly. They were still in shock from getting carried by Peter. There was something about it that made them feel like they were going insane. They were blushing the entire time, and Rocket making fun of them while they were on the way didn't exactly help.

“Come on, let me take care of you. Please?” he practically begged. “Well… fine. I don't need anything else, but… can you stay?” Y/N wanted him to stay, more than anything. They liked it when the two of them were together like this. They loved being with all of the guardians, but there was something different about being with Peter. They couldn't explain exactly how, but they knew they liked it. It was the kind of different that would make even those who despised change feel open to it. Even though the guardians are all the same when it comes down to it, he felt different to Y/N somehow. When they asked that question, Peter, who was frowning at the time, smiled. It was nice to feel wanted. “Well, of course!” he answered.

They had been talking for what felt like minutes, but was actually hours. One thing led to another, and eventually they were laying side by side, laughing at each other's jokes. Y/N yawned, and Peter looked at them almost lovingly. “Well,” he sat up, looking down at Y/N. “I should go, you're tired and you need your rest.” he told them. “Noooo…” they whined, their tiredness becoming more prominent by the minute. “Please stay, Pete.” Y/N pleaded. Peter laid back down in defeat, and almost instantly felt Y/N wrap their arms around him. It made him feel warm. The kind of warmth you would feel after coming home to freshly baked cookies. At first the sudden touch made his whole body stiffen, but then it was as if he melted into it.

He had never felt this way about anyone before. Not about any of his friends, not about any of the people he'd slept with. He didn't know what this feeling was. All he knew was that it was new, and he liked it. But, of course it was platonic. Like advanced friendship. Right?

(A/N: don't you just love it when people are oblivious to their own feelings? I don't. But it's fun as hell to write! ☺️)

Part 2 here

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #87 The Bus Won't Come

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

Iori calls himself a シルバーキラー (lit. A silver killer).  It’s the same way the term “lady killer” is used in English, except it’s more versatile in Japanese by applying it to different groups of people. Such as older men (おじさんキラー lit. old man killer), or if you’re a “handsome young man who seduces married women”. (マダムキラー lit. madam killer). Basically, in this case, senior citizens fall for Iori’s wiles.

Iori: No sign of the bus, huh

Rikai: ….

Rikai: …How strange. It should’ve come already…

Iori: Aren’t you thirsty?

Rikai: ….Ah no, I’m fine.

Iori: Doesn’t your butt hurt?

Rikai: Eh?

Iori: This bench is tough. Not to mention the lack of satisfactory service.

Iori: Here, you can sit on my lap if you’d like.

Rikai: I’ll pass.

Iori: No need to hold back!

Rikai: Iori-san.

Iori: ….

Iori: Lemme know if somethings bothering you then

Rikai: ....On the same line of thought, it does bother me how the bus hasn’t come at the appointed time.

Iori: I’ll go track it down

Rikai: No no no! Iori-san, please stay here.

Rikai: We’ll ride the bus together when it comes.

Iori: ….’Kay.

Iori: Lemme know if somethings bothering you then

Rikai: What about yourself, Iori-san.

Iori: Huh?

Rikai: You’re always preoccupied with the business of others 

Rikai: Isn’t there anything that’s bothering you, Iori-san?

Iori: ….Nah, don’t mind me.

Rikai: I can’t, please tell me if there is.

Iori: Eeeh~... I dunno… 

Iori: How there’s nothing I need to do, I guess. Keep thinking if spending my time like this is any good.

Iori: Being sort of useless and all that. Or more like I end up being fidgety over it

Rikai: Please don’t think of such things. You’re always supporting us from behind the scenes, no?

Iori: Really? I’m glad

Rikai: Just remember to keep yourself in consideration too sometimes.

Iori: Yessiiiir~

(Iori gets up)

Rikai: Are you going somewhere?

Iori: Got nothing to do so I’m going to look for something to keep me busy

Rikai: Did you even listen to me!?

Rikai: Besides I would much rather prefer if you stayed here with me! Iori-sa….

(Iori leaves and Rikai sighs)

(Terra walks by)

Rikai: Terra-san, where are you headed off to?

Terra: On a walk~♪

Rikai: Selfish as always…

Rikai: Why can’t everyone sit still and wait patiently. What am I supposed to do if the bus comes and leaves them behind in the meantime? 

Terra: Terra-kun won’t be left behind that easily

Rikai: ….

(Terra sits down)

Terra: The bus sure won’t come~

Rikai: My apologies, if only I had my act more together.

Terra: ?

Rikai: I haven’t been able to preserve order at all lately. As the leader, I feel responsible for my conduct.

Terra: What are you on, all of us would’ve perished with you long time ago

Rikai: Eh?

Terra: The fact that we like, somehow got this far is thanks to you

Rikai: Terra-san! Do you mean that!?

Terra: Yup, that’s why I can take it easy and go on a walk

Rikai: I see! Of course!

Rikai: I, the perfect man of society, standing proudly in the middle allows everyone to be free as they please to!

Terra: Uh I didn’t like, say that much….

Rikai: Yet in other words, an existence such as myself has the potential to sow chaos too on the contrary.

Rikai: Terra-san, education is difficult no matter the era we’re in.

Terra: What are you yapping about?

Rikai: Alright, I’ll give it my all! Rikai-oniisan shall not falter!

Terra: Where you going?

Toilet: To the lavatory

(Rikai leaves)

(Ohse and Amahiko walk by)

Terra: Amahiko, you already good?

Amahiko: Yes, I’ve surprisingly recovered quite well. Although I do still feel slightly sleepy.

Amahiko: ….The bus isn’t coming, huh.

Terra: I give up

Ohse: …Sorry

Terra & Amahiko: ?

Terra: Ghost-kun, what’cha apologizing for?

Ohse: Eh… ah, no…

Terra: No apologizing without a reason

Ohse: Sorry

Terra: Again

Ohse: …

Ohse: Understood.

(Terra gets up)

Amahiko: Terra-san, where are you off to?

Terra: Just a lil’ walk

Amahiko: Would you like to go together?

Terra: Nah, alone’s fine

Amahiko: Very well then

(Terra leaves)

Amahiko: Sigh… 

Ohse: …Um, please go to sleep. I’ll wake you up once the bus comes.

Amahiko: ...Ohse-san, you shouldn't overdo it yourself. You're tired too, no.

(Ohse running off on the road)

Ohse: You better show up soon… Bus…

Amahiko: Hmm~ ....To come… or not to come…

Ohse: Eh?

Amahiko: What would you prefer, Ohse-san?

Ohse: I’d… like to be alone.

Amahiko: Eh?

Ohse: Ah, no not like that! I didn’t imply a-anything else with being alone!

Amahiko: Fufu

Ohse: I messed up! I’m really just a piece of shit! I’m so sorry!

(Ohse runs away)

Amahiko: Ohse-san!?

Amahiko: …He ran away

Amahiko: ….

Sarukawa: Oi  Amahiko, you seen Fumiya ‘round?

Amahiko: I haven’t

Sarukawa: Where did that bastard run off to

Sarukawa: Came up to me like, let’s hitchhike so I stuck with him and then he poofed into thin air

Sarukawa: Forreal gotta get his ass at least once

Amahiko: Haha…

(Sarukawa sits down)

Sarukawa: When’s this damn bus coming. And why we gotta wait for sumn’ that won’t show up

(Sarukawa stands up)

Sarukawa: I’m gon’ run off on my own y’know!

Amahiko: …..

(Sarukawa sits back down)

(Amahiko smiles)

Sarukawa: ….Your ma all good?

Amahiko: …Yes, she made a full recovery one way or another

Sarukawa: Really, that’s good news

Amahiko: However…

Sarukawa: ?

Amahiko: Father ended up bed ridden instead.

Sarukawa: Puh- hahahaha! Hahahaha!!

Sarukawa: Forreal!? That old man’s got his shit fucked!? Amazing!

Amahiko: Eeh!?

Sarukawa: Fuckers that mess with ya deserve to get their asses beat!

Sarukawa: Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, hahaha, hahahaha!!!

Amahiko: Aha… Ahahaha…!

(Amahiko gets up)

Sarukawa: Mh, where you off to?

Amahiko: I’m going to search for Ohse-san

(Amahiko leaves)

Sarukawa:  ….

Sarukawa:  Fufu…

Fumiya: Kei

Sarukawa: Fumiya! Where the hell were ya!?

Fumiya: I finally got it

Sarukawa: Hah?

Sarukawa: Ah! Someone to hitchhike us!? Ya finally got them to stop!

Fumiya: Nah, got this giant stag beetle

Sarukawa: Hah?

(Fumiya shoves it in Sarukawa’s face)

Fumiya: Isn’t it cool? Look, a giant stag beetle.

Sarukawa: Stopstopstop

Fumiya: Looook, very big. So cool. Jealous, aren’t you.

Fumiya: A giant stag beetle, look, looook

Sarukawa: Aaah! And the hitchhiking then!? The fuck you playing around for!

Sarukawa: Owowowow! It’s pinching me! Bastard!

Fumiya: Hahaha

Sarukawa: ….!

Sarukawa: Wait all ya want, s’not coming

Sarukawa: I’m gon’ run off on my own, y'know! 

Fumiya: …I wonder if Ryuu’s fine

Sarukawa: Hell if I know, what’s gotten into ya

Fumiya: Would be nice if he was.

Sarukawa: Shuddup, ain’t nothing for you to worry ‘bout. Be quiet.

Sarukawa: ….It’s his problem to deal with. Ain’t nothing we can do ‘bout it.

Fumiya: ….

(Sarukawa stands up)

Sarukawa: ….! Where they at!

Fumiya: Eh? How should I know? You’re the one that knows about Ryuu-

Sarukawa: The giant stag beetles!

Fumiya: Eeeeh!?

Sarukawa: I’m so gonna find a way bigger one than yours, just watch!

(Sarukawa runs off)

Fumiya: Hahaha…

(Iori walks by)

Iori: Ah, Fumiya-san. Huh? Where’s everyone?

Fumiya: Dunno

(Iori puts down the bag of drinks)

Fumiya: Ah, water, where from?

Iori: Asked some people in the neighborhood and I received these.

Iori: Who knew I had the charms to woo over the elderly.

(Iori opens a bottle)

Iori: Okay, here you go

Fumiya: ….

Iori: …Hm? It’s fine to drink?

Fumiya: …Yeah, but let’s wait for everyone. We’ll drink together

Iori: …

Iori: ….Roger wilco!

Iori: Still no sign of the bus

Fumiya: ….Mhm

Iori: Wonder what’s gonna happen from now on

Fumiya: ….Mhm

Iori: Fumiya-san, what are you planning to do?

Fumiya: …Eh? Uh, nothing, haven’t decided on anything.

Iori: Really now~?

Fumiya: Being with a bunch of like-minded people, and passing the time away together is more than enough for me. 

Iori: Liar!

Iori: What just happened!? Eeeeh!?

Iori: Actually, where are we even going when we get on the bus?

Fumiya: Ah, about our next destination. Just so you know--

Rikai: Ah Iori-san, you came back, I was searching for you.

Iori: Oh, sorry sorry

Amahiko: Catched myself an Ohse-san~

Terra: You’re like, the worst!

Sarukawa: Your damn fault!

(Everyone’s being noisy)

Iori: Guuuys, there’s water. Please have a drink.

(Everyone sits down and drinks water)

Rikai: What… do we do…

Rikai: Should we walk?

Terra: Eeeeh~

Sarukawa: See? It’s gon’ be that after all, stupid

Fumiya: Lame

Ohse: Amahiko-san, will you be fine?

Amahiko: Yes

(Rikai stands up)

Terra: Eh! Are we seriously walking???

Iori: Not like we have much choice, it didn’t come despite us waiting.

Terra: Geez!

(Everyone standing up slowly)

Fumiya: …Then, we’re off?

Rikai: Guess we’ll depart

(Everyone sighs and starts dragging their feet)

Ohse: ….?

Ohse: Ah! A car’s coming!

The six of them: Wuh!?

(Everyone gets frantic)

(The car speeds by without stopping)

The seven of them: AAAAAAAAH!!!

Rikai: HELP US!

The seven of them: ASSHOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

[useless-catalanfacts]

1: Museu Episcopals de Vic (font: Rondaller), 17th century. 2: Museu d'Art Medieval, 18th century. 3: Museu de Ripoll, 18th century. 4: various museums (Museu Can Serra, Museu Vicenç Ros, and Monestir de Pedralbes).

Ceramic tiles that represent everyday activities are very common in the Catalan folk art between the 17th and the 19th centuries. Most of them represent jobs, but other represent hobbies, festivities and animals. Through them, we can see how people worked and had fun back then.

This style of art has remained iconic through time, and there are still artisans who make job tiles.

Tile collection titled "The 19th century's advances" made by Ramon Casas in 1901. Museu de Maricel, Sitges.

They represent some of the best new inventions and things that became popular in the century that had just ended, including the photo camera, the hot water shower, the automobile, the train, the sewing machine, the flushing toilet... and ending Ramon Casas and his friend Miquel Utrillo themselves holding up a banner for "Pèl & ploma", the artistic magazine they had founded in 1899.

Modern tiles representing a bakery. Handmade in the traditional method and style by the artisans Art de la Terra.

Modern-style tiles representing a book seller, a sharpener, an illustrator and a furrier. Made by Melicotó Style with Els Geranis.

[astrodecana]

Astrodecana: Mean Girls

#Journal15

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Wednesday, September 20, 2025, 2:00pm

Firewood Village, Terras, Astrodecana

Weather: Hot, Windy, Clear Skies

The Astros Academy

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Cady: "By 2pm I went to the counselor's office to switch Palm reading to Beastology. They told me I have to be Matteo Wand certified for that course. I asked her when does Matteo usually happen to appear and she said well it happens when you attract him in interesting situations. She did say i can view the class, hovering about perhaps, and i took that offer. I went to the other court yard where wanderling classes were kept. As I walked I heard or felt a strange buzzing noise. Like my minds magnetosphere was trying to push itself in but it couldn't. I went into the Girls room to see if it was my moon cycle. As I sat on the toilet, I Saw Jorgina Jones and Gisel Wurst walk in and talk to each other through a stall crack. They talked about Janet walking in the hallway being Lesbian and Gisel said i think its because she's Lebanese. Then they fixed their hair, looked in my direction, said ew, and left. I farted so loud when they left. I'm pretty sure Jorgina's super hearing could hear it. I'm trying so hard holding in my laughter. I think she was trying to read my mind but she can't, she was hearing my guts. My guard has been way up too high ever since i got here. I've only been in Minnesota for 1 year in Highschool last year. God knows what Astrodecana is going to be like. What if they use me as a weapon, have i thought about that yet. I'm logging off "

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[pokemonpetfinder]

Maxipad, Tampon, & Toilet Paper

Names: Maxipad (blue collar), Tampon (red collar), Toilet paper (purple collar)

Species: Maushold

Type: Normal

Terra Type: Normal

Breed: Standard trio

Sexes: Maxipad is male, Tampon is female, Toilet paper is female

Height: 1'00

Weight: 6 lbs

Ability: Friend guard

Moveset: Play rough, Hyper voice, Charm, Copycat

Whoever decided that it would be a good idea to drop of a Maushold family out a doorstep needs to exist the region immediately. You know how much I dislike these things. But at least we don't have to worry about them making the daycare rated R anymore (as much).

Obviously, they need to be adopted together. Maushold don't do very well separated. Maxipad is a little shy and mostly lets his wife do all the introductions and all of that. Tampon is a very sweet and confident lady, and Toilet Paper follows in her father's footsteps of being shy. If you're interested in adopting, comment or reblog your qualifications and reasons for adoption.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

So, here I am thinking, "Wow, beautiful hacienda style home," in Inglewood, CA. 2bds, 1ba, $575K. Not bad for this lovely little home.

Bam! Holy MF'in shit! Hoarder situation. Can you even go thru this stuff and have a yard sale? There must be bugs and mice.

I hope it's not beyond saving. This poor house.

Well, at least they had plenty toilet paper. That must be the primary bedroom, there.

Well, there WAS a workshop in the basement.

Maybe the yard is nice. Nope. Luckily, the Bougainvillea thrived.

What a shame, such a wonderful Spanish style home- it has the beautiful terra cotta roof and everything, I hope they don't have to knock it down.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1015-E-66th-St-Inglewood-CA-90302/20331175_zpid/

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi dearest Terra, I hope December is treating you well and that you’re feeling the Christmas vibes ❄️☃️

For the ask game, could I ask Candle and Glitter?

Aw, thanks Flo! Are you ready for Christmas? Think I’ve mentally checked out on all other fronts 😂

Candle (name smells that remind you of Christmas!): I know I’ve answered this one but I didn’t mention the delicious smell of roast potatoes crisping in the oven… mmm… let’s add that to my list.

Glitter (what is the weirdest Christmas decoration you owned?): Does my musical toilet roll holder count?? Every time you tear off a sheet it plays Jingle Bells 🔔

[gluttonousgobbo]

"You're either my slut, seat, or food, take your pick."

tl:dr

This is a vore and kink heavy rp blog

Rules are basically, be nice, understand I have a job and other hobbies and blogs outside of this, don’t follow or interact if you don’t care for the aforementioned content and let me know if I make you uncomfortable

Stats and Larger rules under the cut.

Stats

Name: Terra Brewspark

Bio: The infamous heiress of Brewspark Industries, a potions and alcohol company that specializes in making alcoholic beverages from unusual and magical ingredients. Despite her status she doesn’t seem to care for throwing her weight around too much, at least in a metaphorical sense, literally this goblin loves to eat and throw her weight around physically.

Occupation: Part Time Student/Heiress

Vore Role: Heavily Pred Leaning 80/20

Age: 24 years

Current Gender: Female (She/Her)

Current Height: 3'4

Current Weight 260 lbs

Current Bodyshape: Fat, very belly heavy and bottom heavy

Race: Goblin

Skin Color: Lime Green

Eye Color: Teal

Current Color and Hairstyle: Short black pixie with an undercut with the underlayer of her hair dyed purple

Current Breast Size: DD-cups

Current Ass Size: 20 inches across each cheek

Current Crotch: Pussy

Other: Has a large tattoo of a black skull and crossbones on her gut that seems to glow a dull purple in the dark.

Usual Attire: A sleeveless white shirt and a pair of black black khakis and heavy work boots. occasionally seen wearing a heavy black leather coat in colder weather.

Abilities-

Cauldron Gut: Terra like many of the Brewsparks before her can use her strange belly as a cauldron for processing ingredients for potions or alcohol. This allows her to eat most things deemed poisonous by filtering out their toxins and digesting normally inedible things. This also allows her to digest many magical objects, beings, including souls.

After ingesting something she can mix them inside herself, or "eject" them through touch using an empty bottle.

Current M!A effects-

None

Items of Note-

None

Rules

Be nice and realize that I do have a job and other obligations so I may not be here 24/7

This is a nsfw heavy blog so no minors, muns, muses or otherwise.

IMs and Discord will be used for OOC convos only, if you come at me in character in IMs I will either ignore you or give you a gentle reminder

This blog is going to bounce back and forth between a standard style rp blog (ie the character is not actually running a tumblr blog) and a blog style rp blog (ie the character is running the blog) without any rhyme or reason, I'll mostly just try and match my partner's vibe for the most part.

Let me know if you’re uncomfortable with any kinks and I’ll be sure to steer them away from you, especially if you feel if I’m about to cross a line, note when it comes to bolded kinks of the vore log I won’t even touch them unless you tell me at some point that you’re comfortable with it and that is a right you are free to revoke at any time, so if at one point you give me permission to put your muse on the vorelog but change your mind later and don’t feel comfortable with it, let me know so I can take it down

All kinks will be tagged appropriately

Bolded kinks will be put under readmore

Kinks-

Yes- Vore (Being Pred) Alternative vore Expansion Hyper Sized Endowments Light Slob Anthro Muses Demi-human muses Human muses Robotic/Android Muses Monster Muses Bad Ends (Giving) Gas (Burps) Post-vore disposal (Cum) Post-vore Disposal (Scat) Transformation Older Muses Feederism Immobility

Maybe- Heavy Slob Gas (the other kind) Hypnotism Dubcon Sex Vore (Being Prey) Bad Ends (Receiving)

No- Health Issues Unintelligent Feral Muses/Beastiality Noncon Sex Underaged/Loli/Shota Muses Pregnancy Diapers/ABDL Gore/Violence/Kinks that involve excessive pain Toilet kinks (Without vore)