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another postcard
#girl help i cant stop drawing theeese#this postcard is meant to be like#a painting thats why its all#abstract#the outsiders#roadtrip au#veggies does art#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#dallas winston
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It’s summer time!
#demon-mochi art#welcome home#welcome home arg#wally darling#welcome home fanart#frank welcome home#sally welcome home#barnaby welcome home#this is meant to be like a postcard lol#this was an old sketch I decided to finish hope you all enjoy
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peace n love on th planet cat (all are prints! for ur loves! link )
#mine#huhuehee...crochet cat print is like. not th paper i thought i selected its like. so soft.#will probably do a big update ina couple months. gna try n get sm stickers !!!!!!!!!!!!#i did look into cards but theyre so EXPENSIVE!! i might jus do like. real postcards u can actually mail#i think im jus gna. make pritns of drawings as i do them. doing drawings specfically 2 make prints of them makes brain melt#anyway ive had a good day. finally managed 2 mail stuff aaa!!!#im not 100% if im meant 2 yet but i mean. i could purchase th postage so i guess its fine ? who knows#im gna play sm rain world now >:) i hope u hve a nice evenin
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I request jer content…
And you shall receive!
#the eltingville club#welcome to eltingville#jerry stokes#💌 -- handmade postcard#//big shoutout to all the jerry lovers i've seen you guys are amazing 🫶🫶#//all of those sketches were meant for that one art dump post i never shared bcs it was that bad#//only the colored piece is new it's like. from newest to oldest#//last one dates back to july even#//love this guy
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Still, will this pain ever go away?
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[Following the investigation update, I wanted to vent to Nancy. But I stopped when I saw her mum] Janessa: Sweetie [face full of uncertainty] Where are you going? Nancy: Oh! I'm just going to see Vincent for a bit. I'll be back by the evening.
George: [storms out of the house] No you can't. Stay away from him. Nancy: Daddy…why would I do that? George: Vincent will bring danger into your life.
Janessa: We've not heard good things about his father. There are online rumours and all the neighbours gossip about who he is. We looked up the case and Nancy, you're putting yourself in danger being with him. Nancy: What does his dad have to do with us being togethe-… [sees her dad's face and stops]
George: [gets riled up] You can't be with him ok? Your safety is the most important thing to us [softens a bit] Sometimes you have to sacrifice your safety, there are many other people out there- Nancy: B-But what about my happiness? He makes me happy and doesn't that mean-
George: Nancy. Go back inside. I don't want to hear anymore. Nancy: Let me explain [starts crying up the staircase due to frustration] you don't know anything about him! [I sat there with my shoulders slumped feeling like the world was becoming my enemy]
[It was a curse for me to have him as my father: he was just too powerful. Even with him out of my life, his presence still loomed over me as if he was dictating my fate. I turned on my phone to message Nancy]
Nancy: [calls Vincent] Later. At midnight. I'm not changing my mind. Vincent: Nancy don't. I'm going back home, it's for the best. Nancy: [begs him] No please don't go. Stay right there, I'm coming for you now.
[I don't know what changed my mind, but I just wanted to escape for a little while] Nancy: They'll just ground me or take my phone away. They can't stop me from being with you. Vincent: [grabs hand] Let's go then.
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#ts4 story#postcard legacy#postcard gen 3#story: scars#vincent kingsley#nancy montford#janessa montford#george montford#plc x tjolc#vincent thats not a good idea...#it just makes things worse#hes being so impulsive because of love 🫣 please dont get caught!!!!#but its painful for him to hear. things were going so well then this#from my pov: they are not meant to be her parents dont approve (i dont approve) 🗣 VINCENT YOU WILL MEET RENEE!!!#this is hard because it may be true that being with him is dangerous#the case isnt solved (in present too)#there is so much uncertainty#but we will get there with ppl like renee isaac and new developments
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don't worry it's not his paint
#persona 5#kitagawa yusuke#persona 5 royal#p5#yusuke kitagawa#draws#that tictac vid that's like ''[...] but i hate that you used paint'' ''this is a painting class wait what did you use??'' ''.....blood''#blood //#just in case but it really is meant to be paint#this will be new shop thank you postcard i have been dragging my feet printing new stationery LOL....
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frye inspires this sort of manic "i can do whatever i want" kinda will in people and god. I sure did do whatever I wanted here
#splatoon#frye onaga#my stuff#this is my belated inktober 4 offering#this was not meant to take this long. it just kept going#i think.. individually every piece stands on its own and then when you combine them its like a fever drean#my favorite's the chocolate one. i think shes so cute there#peep the foil embossed signature like its some sort of in-universe merch postcard thing lmao#(also side note her signature?? im 99% sure is meant to be a little eel. thats so cute its not fair)#anyway yes i did want every piece to be a different style#so if youre reading this far. youve gotta read a little bit more.#but ive got the splatfest style(chocolate)#ballpoint pen doodle that got too out of hand(summerfes)#i wanna make her as shiny as physically possible(splatoween)#official 2d(big sticky in the middle)#quick sharpie/highlighter on post it(sweets)#and as.. smooth? we'll go with smooth render as i could manage(polaroid)#then to fill in the empty space i put in bits of scenery that related to frye#namely the studio(top) splatsville(middle; very small) and her boss arena(bottom)#those were super fun to do i forgot how fun it was to just block out environments like that til now#anyway its 2 am so im just gonna pass out now. enjoy Miss Onaga Herself and goodnight
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Circa 1900s postcard of university girls being girls: smoking, drinking, fighting, gambling and asking the important questions, namely: "Wer zahlt den Früh-schoppen?" ("Who's paying for the morning pint?")
#the scars and bandage are references to Mensur (academic fencing)#maybe the original joke’s meant to be on them (girls acting like boys—how absurd! 🧐) but it’s belied by how badass they look#too cool to be denied school#1900s#turn of the century#early 20th century#1900s fashion#historical fashion#fashion history#studentika#mensur#uniforms#vintage photography#postcard#vintage postcard
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"galveston harbor at night" postcard ca. 1900s
interestingly, the original version of this card depicted new york harbor at night; at the top left of the image you can see where someone edited out the statue of liberty. four stacker liners did not visit galveston.
#postcard#postcards#ocean liners#view#texas#nighttime#1900s#i picked this one up actually in galveston. very funny card i think. love the dedication to lying about big liners visiting the city#i like the colors very much tho#also that's definitely meant to be a cunarder. lusitania is my bet#*
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Today my 65 year old coworker learnt the word weeb and I had to spend a good 5 minutes cringing at work as she kept trying to use it in sentences and then proceed to call ME a weeb
#thank you caroline i really needed to be part of that lmao#one of our other coworkers is on holiday in Japan atm#and she sent us a postcard on which she called her wife an otaku#and caroline did not know what that meant#so spent like 15 minutes desperately googling it#and then very solemnly defining the words otaku and weeb to me#i just nodded lmao#I'm the one who taught her the word blorbo too#she gets her culture from me :')
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loser teenagers doing loser teenage things like text each other while in the same room and gossip about adrien's boomer neighbor who refuses to put on pants when collecting the morning paper.
mckenzie’s visit was cut short because rosa went into labor !
#ts4#ts4 gameplay#sims 4 gameplay#postcard legacy challenge#adrien needs to calm down w that active trait. i meant active like rambunctious scamp not soccer player#btw this is loser (affectionately)#mckenzie ! love her <3 she and adrien are like cat and dog friends#she loves him dearly and is always happy to see him despite how hard she tries to hide it#it's so cute that they still have their friendship bracelets even in their teens 🥺 i thought they would've broken by now#he's like her brother and she was absolutely crushed that he moved to san sequoia even though his house is only a 20min bike ride BUT STILL#my favorite thing about the friendship bracelets is that i didn’t chose for mckenzie to give him the heart bracelet the game did 🥺#and it suits him so perfectly 🥺🥺 she knows him so well#*mckenzie#postcard: gen2#queue#sim: adrien herrera
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rank how good the rins smell , please :3
i will say they all smell good but here is my ranking based on personal preference!
number one is sunarin! he smells fresh and clean like laundry detergent which is one of my favorites so i simply love inhaling his scent :3 next up is itoshi! he’s a warm scents kinda guy, vanilla and cinnamon and what not — lovely in my books, 10/10 would take a bite of. coming in third is matsuoka! he smells like the ocean and citrus which is nice but definitely the best during the summer. and last but not least is rindou! he likes more masculine and woody scents — not necessarily bad but also not my favorite
#₊⊹⁀➴ postcards#❤︎ — cutie mootie#i have a strange obsession with the smell of laundry detergent which meant suna was a shoe in#but i think rinnie and i might mesh the best!#i currently wear like a chocolatety perfume so#i think together we would smell like a bakery lol#thanks for asking!#ᯓᡣ𐭩 mantaro#ᯓᡣ𐭩 marin#ᯓᡣ𐭩 surin#ᯓᡣ𐭩 sudou
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Some random dude just handed me a religious tract. Let’s see how bad it is.
Okay, verdict: not a bad one at all. It has serene imagery and talks about God’s love. No fucked up theology and weird “YOU’LL GO TO HELL FOR BEING TOO LOUD” (yes I got one that said that once, mom threw it out before I got a picture). Lacks creativity though. I’ll give it a 7/10.
#my life#for anyone not American yeah you just tend to get these#in my last post when I mentioned buying food for the homeless family I was annoyed because what I believe they had also just been handed#a religious tract while a child held onto my leg#I mean maybe it was a gift card but these looked like two well-dressed young Mormon guys probably fresh out of school#no idea as to why it’s really not helpful and rude to give the poor your religious tracks#idk maybe they weren’t Mormon but there’s a certain look#probably stereotyping which is bad but….#I was like “watch and learn how Jesus would really do it guys#in my head of course. I was just an observer who saw it from a distance#I don’t know these kids and look I get it they probably meant well#they might be very kind people#and they’re doing what they’ve been told is the right thing#but it’s helping no one#so yeah for non Americans you just sometimes randomly get handed religious phamplets or postcards#this one seems to be of the scenic nature variety which usually aren’t the hellfire ones#hm given the information this likely came from the baptists#Lutherans also use this version of the Bible but this isn’t usually their speed#it’s the baptists and non-denominational Protestants and the Mormons and the jehovahs witnesses who are the usual suspects#also if you can go to hell for being too loud#anyone want to join my coup against Satan if we all end up in hell together#lol#yes I grade religious tracts#you have to do something about the annoyance
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Sweater Weather | Joel Miller x female reader
Summary: When you pick up a hobby again as the seasons turn in Jackson, Joel wonders why you won’t make him a sweater. Word Count: 2k Warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, copious references to knitting and crafting, references to the ‘sweater curse’ , post season Jackson domesticity, no description of the reader beyond her hobby. Notes: This is just a cosy autumnal piece of fluff to ease back into the fandom a bit. I’ve been struggling with writing and my place in the fandom bit recently but I wanted to take part in @jolapeno and @goodwithcheese ‘s jolabrew with cheese autumn challenge and I’ve recently been crafting a bit and trying knitting and crochet so couldn’t resist this silly little idea,
You used to love autumn. You thought it would be your favourite season forever. You were intoxicated by the foliage in all its glorious shades of red and mustard yellow, even the browns seemed richer then. You remember jumping through leaves in your childhood, a mug of hot chocolate waiting when you got home.
That was Before though.
Before the colour red reminded you of blood rather than leave. It was before the dark meant risk, meant the chance of an infected hiding away and a rational fear of death.
After the outbreak, all of the moments you clung to, the memories you used to savour, it all felt so pointless in this new world where death was always so close, always a shadow around you.
It’s different here though.
Jackson is like something out of a postcard. It’s simultaneously stuck in another time and fully adapted to the outbreak and the need for security.
You sit on the rocking chair on the porch, hands occupied by knitting needles as you try and turn what was once a too small jumper into something useable for you, or Joel, or Ellie. You’re thinking a scarf maybe for Ellie, as the weather turns more, perhaps even a matching hat if you can salvage enough, or remember how to make one.
“Whatcha makin’?” Joel asks, one arm casually leaning against the wooden jamb of the porch. Sometimes he seems to appear from nowhere and you take in his appearance, eyes slightly tired from patrol but still bright and there’s a small smile on his face as he takes in what you’re up to.
“Not sure yet. It was a sweater before I frogged it, could be good for a scarf or hat, maybe even socks if I can … I don’t know if I can make those.” Before Jackson, it had been a while since you picked up a pair of knitting needles or a crochet hook, or even a decent skein of wool but now you can finally indulge in the hobby again. Back in Boston, you can hardly imagine how many ration cards this would have gone for.
“You’ll figure it out, you always do.” Joel says with a smile.
You remember you used to make Tommy, Tess and Joel whatever you could from scraps of wool or ragged jumpers whenever possible. Your proudest accomplishment was a patchwork blanket over several months for winters in Boston. There was no heating in the apartments and it could get cold.
Now you’ve made a number of sweaters in varying levels of success, for the first the arms were so long in you had to start again, but you’ve also made a scarf and an acceptable number of hats - the latter of which you’ve proudly given to Ellie and Joel.
It feels domestic, normal even. Jackson is just different.
“How was patrol?” you ask.
“Tommy and I went up to the lookout, there were a few infected but-” Joel shrugs and runs a hand through his hair in a motion that still turns to your bones to jelly every single time. “It was fine.“
“Good.”
You take a moment to drink in Joel’s appearance. He looks better here. His clothes fit again, his eyes are brighter. There’s part of you that can’t believe either of you are here now, that he came back. That either of them did.
When you all left Boston, you noticed the way he made sure you and Ellie had supplies, had food when it was in short supply. The closer you’d got to Jackson, the more you’d noticed how he started using a tighter notch on his belt, so you tried to share more with him, make it subtle so he didn’t catch on to your intentions either.
He had taken Ellie on from Jackson alone, insisted he’d only be a couple of weeks, but he’d asked you to stay. There was an unspoken promise to wait for him to come back. Two weeks turned into a month and you’d begged Tommy to send a group to find him and Ellie, you’d begged the town meeting every week but they said no.
Tommy thought Joel was dead, you realised. Him and Maria were trying to subtly prepare you, to help you build a life in Jackson of your own. You knew they were alive though, you just knew it.
After a while, you weren’t so sure. You just weren’t sure what it would mean if they didn’t. Your life was in stasis, waiting for an answer that might never come.
The day Joel came back with Ellie, you’d hugged them both before joking that they stank and tried to wipe away your tears when neither was looking.
That was months ago and now the three of you are settled into Jackson, almost. There are secrets between them about the time they went to Salt Lake City, but they’re here. They’re safe. There’s time for that later.
Hey,” Joel says, “you want to get lunch at the hall?”
“Sure.” You place your wool and knitting inside the hallway of your, Joel and Ellie’s home and walk down the porch to meet him.
The two of you stroll down the street towards the main town hall and dining area. It’s cool, crisp and the sound of leaves crunching under your boots is a balm. Joel’s hand is tantalising close to yours, skimming your fingers as the two of you move in tandem.
“Weather’s turning, we’ll need warmer clothes. I think the stuff I made for Tommy and Maria’s baby went down well.” You pause. “Think I could get a sweater for Ellie and new socks for you outta that.”
“Huh?”
“The wool - you asked what I was making.”
“Oh, right.”
“Seth asked if i can make him a sweater. This wool is for you and Ellie though, if you come across anything on patrol, could you- ”
‘Sure.“
Joel pauses, he’s wearing the expression you’ve noticed whenever he wants to say something but he’s not sure. A slight frown, one brow lowered, concentration on his face.
“Is everything okay?”
“Sure.”
“Joel, I know that face.”
“Seth asked if you can make him a sweater.”
“For trades, Joel, could be useful. I think he mentioned a certain bottle of wine that I’ve been eyeing up.”
“Okay.”
“What is it?”
“You’ve made me some lovely things, darlin’, and I truly appreciate the hat, but I -I know it sounds selfish, but I -”
“You want a sweater,” you say in realisation. You should have known, the last time you knitted a jumper you couldn’t help but notice how Joel had watched you doing it.
“I mean, not necessarily. It just feels like half the town has sweaters you’ve knitted ‘cept -”
“You.”
“It’s stupid, I’m sorry.”
“No. No, it’s not. It’s just, I can’t make you a sweater, Joel.”
“You can’t make me a sweater?” Joel asks.
You nod solemnly. “Honestly, I would, but I really can’t.”
“Well, why not?“
“Sweater curse.”
“Sweater curse?”
“Sweater curse.”
The two of you reach the dining hall and you kiss Joel lightly on the cheek before you open the door. “We’re okay, right?”
“Course we are,” he says firmly, squeezing your hand and putting an arm around you. “Sweater curse?” you hear him mumble to himself.
You should elaborate, explain things but in all honesty this is a moment you’ve dreaded. It’s as close to defining your relationship as you and Joel have come in some time. Mostly, the two of you are together and you’re exclusive and that’s enough. There’s no need to put any firmer labels on things than that because the two of you just work.
By the time the two of you have selected your lunch and are sitting at the table.
Tommy’s wearing a sweater you’ve made. Joel scowls for a second.
“What the fuck is a sweater curse?”
Tommy bursts out laughing.
“Rally?” He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I’m not messing with that shit. Not in this world.”
“This world?”
“There are people essentially infected by a mushroom, Joel, I will play ball with any superstitions I need to.”
“That sounds sensible actually,” Tommy says thoughtfully. “So … the sweater curse, huh?”
“How do you know about the sweater curse?” Joel asks.
“Dated someone into crochet some time back.”
“You dated someone … Jesus, Tommy. So what is it?”
“Well you know if you give someone you’re dating a homemade sweater, the curse is you’ll break up.”
”Oh.”
Joel scrutinises you and you feel your face heating. “It’s an old wives’ tale, but I - I would rather not chance it.”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“I know, I know. It’s just I know someone who did make their girlfriend a sweater and then she broke up with them. Do you remember Tamsin back in the QZ?“
“Tamsin was a smuggler and dating a woman in FEDRA, it was doomed before the sweater,” Tommy says.
“Nonetheless.”
“But okay, if you’re really worried, I get it,” Tommy says, earning a scowl from Joel.
“It’s just an urban legend, baby,” Joel says.
“That might be true, but with you? Nope, I don’t want to risk it.”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he repeats calmly, looking into your eyes and squeezing a knee as he slightly moves you so you’re both facing each other. The distractions of Tommy and the dining hall melt away. It’s like a balm over your body, the fact that Joel is here with you, that he still wants to be with you. The connection between the two of you runs deep and it’s certainly not always run smoothly. This town has been a true second chance for the two of you to achieve something close to normal, and maybe, you realise, Joel can see that.
“You go on patrol, Joel, it’s not as simple as that.”
Tommy looks away and Joel swallows. You watch how he tries to work through his answer, lips slightly pursed as he ponders the rich approach. There’s a freckle on his neck, one that whenever you see it instantly transports you to nights with him and moments between the sheets. You’ve catalogued every freckle, every mark, every scar now.
“I won’t push you on this,” he says quietly. “The gloves and hats are real nice.”
You smile softly, kissing him on the cheek before turning your attention back to your food. The water jug is empty so you decide to go and get a refill.
As you walk away, you can hear Tommy and Joel’s voices still.
“Now I think about it, there’s a way around the curse anyway,” Tommy says quietly, clearly in the hopes you won’t hear them. The years together have led to your hearing becoming attuned to them, to Joel’s voice in particular. You could pick him out of any crowd.
“Oh yeah?” There’s a lightness in Joel’s voice now, that slight teasing edge you love.
“Marry her. That’s the workaround. Honest.”
Joel chuckles. “For a sweater? Can’t marry her for a sweater. That ain’t right.”
“You said you were going to marry her anyway, Joel. Isn’t a sweater just a bonus?”
“Tommy!”
“I’m just sayin’, you said you had a plan.”
“I do and shut up, will you? She’ll hear.”
You freeze momentarily. Joel’s talked about marriage with you to Tommy? You take a deep breath before returning to the table.
“Is it true?” Joel asks in a whisper to you. “I know you heard Tommy and me.”
“Reckon I could ask the same question.”
Joel swallows. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”
“Same.” You pause and smile mischievously, “Say it was true, I take it you have a colour preference for a sweater then, Joel?”
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Robbie is often discouraged in his studies whenever he finds out about how well his sister does. There's always that thought of how his Dad would react like he is not good enough or he could do better than that. Honestly it's all in Robbie's head because look at all that amazing support! Learning to accept himself is taking its time.
Your dad is not ignoring you, he's only finishing his yoga routine!
Max the wellness skill ✅
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#postcard legacy#postcard gen 2#bryce reichmann#renee reichmann#leilani kahananui by duusheen#robbie reichmann#what is he doing#it was meant to be a serious post but#this is way better with the yoga!#he pulls out all these yoga poses#you have to zoom in to see renee and robbies reactions#im always punching my fists in the air when i dont use poses#and everything works out perfectly#like pls i deliberately#pay attention to their expressions glances everything theyre doing#it all hints something for a reason 👍and#perhaps learning to accept himself is to reconcile with renee but#its not that easy with his mean trait and the difficult dynamic 😭
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Stuck on a Desert Island (Bring Your Tentacle To Work Pt. 4)
idk why my brain's been so empty lately this took me a year, anyway... this is for u bae @ellieangelbee (also an ask that i accidentally deleted but it was prob you too)
this is so weird and random, but i wrote it with my whole heart
tags/warning- monster fucking, non-con, aphrodisiacs, feat. random coworker (f/f), it's algae/slime stuff, idk i'm being creative
wc- 1.5k
You've been hiking for hours, trudging behind your coworker through the beachy forest. The two of you walk along a postcard coastline somewhere in the Virgin Islands.
You knew it was gonna be an 'adventure.' That's what your boss, Amelia, had called it when pitching the idea to you two. 'The adventure of a lifetime.' Experimenting with alien life was difficult and risky, but if you managed to find a useful botanical specimen... For now, you can only dream of the cushy office and generous 401k plan.
So you're hiking in 90 degree weather and humidity that makes it feel like you're drowning on dry land. Your shorts stick and chafe against your inner thighs. Every few steps you're stretching the spandex back down only for it to bunch up again. Your coworker walks a few paces ahead. A line of sweat drags down the back of her tank top as she flips through a book to identify native flora.
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It's nearly sunset when you stumble upon something new. A couple moonpools reflect the golden sky. Luminescent algae grows out from the pools, covering the entire rock interior of the cool cave. Near the pools, the glowing green algae is most dense, thinning to a sparse lawn of polyps at the edges of the organism.
"What is it?"
You watch her set her satchel down. She pulls out a few containers to gather samples. You quickly kneel near in the mouth of the cave to help her. The ocean is at your backs and the open maw ahead is lined with the blue-green glow of algae.
"I dunno. We're just surveying the area. This is..." She trails off and drops the specimen jar. "Does something smell to you?"
You both take a deep inhale and shuffle forward toward the fragrant pools. The algae is slippery and you have to crawl on hands and knees. The goo coats your skin, getting everywhere, making your clothes cling uncomfortably. And there's still that funny smell. It gets more distinct the closer you are to the pools, but stays light on the air. When you sit by the edge of the moonpool, you can almost taste it. Cacao butter, Brazil nuts, toasted coconut. Your coworker catches your shoulder before you can lean in.
"Wait. We don't know what it is, right?" She sounds far away even though her breath bats against the back of your ear. "Lemme try first."
You watch her dip a hand into the pool. First up to her wrist, then elbow, and finally reaching down and pulling up a handful of the sandy bottom. It drips from her hand, making waves of light ripple through the algae wherever it lands. It looks beautiful, almost hypnotizing.
"Wow," you mumble as the water trickles from her fingers.
Your hand dips into the water next. Dribbles run from your fingertips at first, handprints on the ground as your crawl around the edge of the pool. It's even more humid in the cave and the temperature rises as the setting sun centers itself in the opening.
You take another deep breath, trying to shake the fogginess, finally being hit by the exhaustion of the hike. The air is so thick with that scent of sweet oil. You lean down and splash water over your face, letting it run down your neck and chest. Your nipples perk up under your tank top as the icy water hits you.
"Let's just..." You trail off, almost forgetting what you meant to say. "Let's just get samples and..."
You look toward your coworker, trying to remember her name, what company you work for, the point of collecting samples. The shorts you're wearing need to come off. They're so itchy. All of your clothes makes your skin crawl, and your companion feels the same way as the layers start to peel away. The space between you narrows with the shifting floor. The spongy floor dips slightly and you slide together into the divot.
The slime coming off the algae gathers at the bottom and along the sides so every movement inches you closer. Your ass hits the floor with a splash and the liquid coats you thickly, tingling on your bare skin. You want to cry out in disgust and tell your friend to get it off, but you still can't remember what to call her or what the hell the two of you are doing. Plus, she's also covered in the stuff, more and more so as she tries to drag herself out of the small pit in the algae.
"We're stuck." She comes to rest against you at the bottom. Her legs tangle up with yours, scrunched into a pretzel in front of you. Her butt sticks up like she's trying to show you the mess of slick she's collected between her legs. You can tell the viscous blue slime from the needy stuff dribbling out of her pussy. Your fingers drag through her slit. It’s so wet. Strings of slick stick to your fingers as she jerks away.
"Where are we?" She asks, flipping to face you.
"Um, who are we?" Your hand drifts up to your mouth and you taste you dirty digits.
"We, uh- well, I- I'm..." The other girl opens her legs to slide closer to you and the walls grow around you. Her arms wrap you into a hug and a leg slips over your hips to pull your bodies flush.
The touch makes you feel complete, so soothed and comforted. Tendrils begin to sprout, thin and wiry and wrapping around you. They twist together, one over the other, into vines that snake over your body. Your wet cunt presses against hers when the appendages yank your legs apart. The puddle of goo squishes when you shift and grind together, humping against each other as the aphrodisiac in the slime makes your clit pulse harder.
She groans, trying to lift herself off the bottom of the pit as the floor swells. Peaks begin to rise out of the gummy algae to bump at your holes. Her efforts to get up force you to sit back harder on the lumps. They stretch and stiffen in your pussy. Both of them worm their way up to your cervix before swelling up to full size.
You can hardly take being spread this wide. Your friend rubs her engorged clit against yours. She grinds on the tentacles stuffing you full and makes them press deeper. The bumpy texture distracts her from the tendrils shoving into her until they start to expand. One pushes into her tight pussy and the other fucks her ass open. She takes it so well, latching onto your nipple to muffle her moans.
"I'm c-cu-" Your hips buck up involuntarily as you cum as you grasp blindly at the slippery walls. Your cunny is too full, clenching weakly around the two limbs. One of them jumps inside you, twitching and vibrating. A load of thick cum empties out of it as the tendril shrinks back to its original size.
The glowing goo coats your folds as she drags her puffy mound up and down. She tries to talk around your tit, "I'm so- g-gonna"
More of the thin sprouts work their way inside your puckered ass and spent cunt. Her hand reaches down, spreading her glistening lips apart. She pinches her clit between two fingers as you jump against her. The excited tentacles swell and burst inside you. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting helplessly into the air to meet her carefully guided rhythm.
Her teeth catch on your nipple as she talks. "They're kissing. I'm making them kiss." She goes back to sucking on the hard bud and using her free hand on the other one. She mewls at the sight of your cute clits sliding together. Yours throbs and pulses as she picks up speed. The thick bed of tentacles between you makes it impossible to push your bodies together and she humps you harder, making sure her sloppy cunt presses to yours as she squirts. You moan while her lips drool around you, spurts cum on you, only adding to the shallow pool surrounding your tangled bodies.
The pulse on your clit makes you spill over the edge. A milky ring of cream forms around the vines of algae stuffed inside you. It mixes to a blue cream as you ride them, smearing the juices together.
Your friend has a swell in her stomach. You watch it change as the appendages empty and fill inside of her. There must be at least a dozen in you. If you could see over where she's playing with you, you'd see a matching bulge in your tummy. They feel especially good when they buzz, right before implanting that thick seed.
Her pussy twitches and cums again, this time releasing only a small dribble of piss. It mixes into the slick dripping down your thighs. The puddle just gets deeper. You slosh in it to grind your slutty cunts together because you can't help it. You need more, another release. The spongy tentacles take their turns keeping you full. They’ve made you into a perfect toy, just like your friend. Both of you take at least ten in each gaping hole. And that should be enough. But your hands can’t stay off each other. You pinch and toy with her pink nipples while she massages your cunt. She knows exactly how to make you squirt now, after spending so much time with her hand between your legs. And it's never too much. Every time the overstimulation starts to hurt or your but feels sore, one of the vines jumps and ejaculates. The soothing jelly fixes it up and you're back to being fucked brainless.
You have no idea how you got here, but why would you leave?
A/N- I think this is a fitting close to this series. tysm for 700. maybe vore bc they might've been digested, idk.
#skel writes tentacles#?#is this still tentacles?#monster fucker#monster smut#terato#teratophillia#tentacle smut#tentacular#nsft tentacles#tentacles
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