#trail rations

[tmascrapbook]

Mag 58: trail rations

[afinickyguide]

episode 143: trail rations 🍫🍪☀️

[themagnustournament]

Round One Part Six - Match 50

I think if I was trapped in a broken cable car I'd just explode. Interestingly, I'd do the same if I were in a Donner Party situation.

MAG 124 - Left Hanging | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Julian Jennings, regarding a cable car journey up the Untersberg mountain range in Austria.

MAG 058 - Trail Rations | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Unsigned statement regarding potential cannibalism while attempting to travel the Oregon Trail.

[lilies-and-laughing-gas]

Two from the same episode this time around, tried to cut it down to one but the quote from the wagon one was too cool to pass up. And I already had a fun visual idea for 'eat me' in my head so just ended up doing them both.

It's the first with doubles but not the last, a few of Micheals episodes have lots of good lines I want to do.

I'm really proud that I didn't give up making the cracked glass the text, instead of putting it around the image. Because I was struggling to make it look good for a while but we got their eventually.

[constanttea]

if you were the lady in trail rations, would you have eaten benjamin!!! I need to know

[schnee-gheist]

dp fanfic ideas are getting to me again goddammit

[yellow-yellow-jacket]

*jonathan sims recounting the bonechilling story of a terrified oregon trail traveler who, on the way through the rocky mountains, saw her husband die and shot a cannibal redneck in the head before the corpse of her husband began begging her to eat him* me, has lived in wyoming: wyoming! :D

[lilaccatholic]

how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?

[ccaptain]

@dupliciti: ♡ ( meme source. )

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●○○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[artfulacrostic]

tim: JON IS BEING NUTS--

martin: he's having a hard time :( ever since prentiss--

tim: he's not the only one who got messed up by that, martin--

martin: nooo of course you're fucked up too tim that's a given 💕

[plinchy]

Literally them

reference

[minotaurfemme]

this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass

[themagnustournament]

Round Two Part Six Masterpost

Round Two Part Six will be open for voting April 25-May 2, noon to noon (EST)!

MAG 159 The Last vs. MAG 153 Love Bombing

MAG 10 Vampire Killer vs. MAG 177 Wonderland

MAG 91 The Coming Storm vs. MAG 48 Lost in the Crowd

MAG 117 Testament vs. MAG 58 Trail Rations

MAG 120 Eye Contact vs. MAG 167 Curiosity

MAG 61 Hard Shoulder vs. MAG 4 Page Turner

MAG 131 Flesh vs. MAG 193 A Stern Look

MAG 46 Literary Heights vs. MAG 157 Rotten Core

[lilies-and-laughing-gas]

What is it with the flesh and having some of the most amazing quotes. the use of vaguely religious sounding statements is so good.

I couldn't choose between the two so ended up doing designs for both.

I wanted the design to be a mirror and I had the idea of it cracking in to the words pretty quickly but geeze if it didn't take for ever Messing around the words so they would read clearly but still look like cracks.

[tojisun]

simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

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[pisscentral]

yeah i fuckin hate it when my taxi driver schlobbers me up oh nooooo like please dont chew on me mr taxi man i said i liked your horses

i wasn't expecting to listen to a canon vore episode of tmagp when i woke up today, but sometimes life doesn't give you a choice between when you vore and when you voren't