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[aquazero]

‎○˳ ‎ ‎ R e g r e s s i o n f l a g d i v i d e r s﹒﹒꒱

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a g e r e ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎p e t r e ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a g e d r e ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎p e t d r e ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎c a r e g i v e r ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎b a b y s i t ○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎f l i p ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎t r a u m a ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎p a d d e d ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

𓎟𓎟‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎b o y r e ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎○˳

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[teal-fiend]

another story about a pred complaining:

You’re pacing back and forth, feeling your stomach growl with all the subtlety of a thunderstorm. It’s been hours since you last ate, and frankly, the ache of an empty belly is infuriating. Your hunger is starting to cloud every thought, each pang only adding to the throbbing irritation boiling in your brain.

A buzz on your phone. Your dealer is outside. You go out, hand them the zip-lock bag full of cash, and then go back and wait patiently inside for your dinner to arrive.��

There’s a quiet knock at the door. Finally. You are so ready for this; A nice, big, juicy prey. You open the door. 

You glance down at the scrawny thing standing in front of you. They look up at you with wide eyes, a faint tremor in their stance, and, admittedly, they don’t look like much. But right now, you’ve got no other options. Or wait, you do have another option: complain.

“Ugh,” you mutter, arms crossed. “Really? You’re what I have to eat?” You prod them with a finger, unimpressed. “A toothpick with hair would be a more substantial meal than this.”

The prey stammers, obviously scared (and somewhat offended) but you’re in no mood for empathy. 

You grumble a bit more, about not getting your money’s worth, maybe a touch louder than necessary, making sure they’re very aware of just how displeased you are about this situation. Not that it was really the prey’s fault - it was your dealer. Did you just get fleeced? Hunger gnaws at you, however, and with one last irritated sigh, you lean in, swallowing them whole.

As they slide down, they’re far bony-er than you’d like. You wince at every awkwardly poking elbow and angular knee. How you managed to gulp them down at all is a mystery. They settle heavily in your stomach, and you can feel them nestled there, uncomfortable and prickly. You grimace, picking at your teeth as your stomach groans around them.

“You better not give me indigestion,” you grumble, poking at the lump they make in your belly.

But as you sit there, arms crossed, the fullness starts to spread. The initially irritating weight begins to ease up, warmth spreading over your belly as your hunger disappears, replaced by an undeniable sense of satisfaction. It’s... actually kind of nice. You shift a bit, suppressing a yawn as the fullness wraps around you like a cozy blanket.

“Urrp!” A hearty burp escapes before you can stop it, echoing through the apartment. You blink, a little taken aback. You hear a chuckle from the other room, your flatmate.

“Sounded like that one hit the spot.” They yell back.

You glare in their direction, too full to come up with a proper retort. “It was... fine,” you grumble. But the words come out softer, your eyes already drooping.

You flop down on the couch settled in, trying to figure out whether you feel satisfied enough. You do feel a growing awareness of your fullness creeping in with every lazy thrum from your stomach. You don’t notice your roommate entering until they speak. 

“All tuckered out after one little snack?” they tease, folding their arms as they glance pointedly at your stomach, which lets out a loud glorp.

You flushed. Even if the prey wasn’t as substantial as you would have preferred, it’s still a whole person. That’s a lot of food, of course you might get a little tired. 

“I’m just resting.”

“Need anything before you pass out?” your roommate asks, grinning. “A blanket, or some antacids? Maybe a nice belly rub?”

You scowl at the suggestion, “I need you to leave me alone so I can digest in peace.”

They laugh, holding up their hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be. Have a nice nap~” they say before exiting the room.

You yawn and poke at your belly, suddenly bored. You think about asking your roommate if you can play games on their phone, but you just asked them to leave a moment ago. So you lie there, listening to your stomach have a go at your dinner, while your dinner weakly fights back. You watch your skin move, with the squirming going on underneath. You tap your feet together. Not much to do after you’ve eaten. 

[nar-bo00]

── 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 ! 𝗇⍺𝗋𝗇𝗂⍺ 𝗌⍺𝗒𝗌: Taehyung – bts ♡💭

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 !

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[teriyaakis]

Namjoon moodboard ☕🧊

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[mysticcomfort]

Day 13

I’ve been waiting for this one all month

[tashhxpp]

since halloween is soon

[nugatorysheep]

YOU AND I ARE GOING TO GET TO THE FUTURE WHERE EVERYTHING WILL HAVE BEEN WORTH THIS

They're sweet and cute and they love each other, your honor

[arczism]

sketched them again in between comms I JUST COULDN’T RESIST OKAY the urge is stronger and i’m just a human, okay??? i need my daily dose of Kerry 

[steilarus]

۫  ּ  ૮ –ﻌ–ა ۫  ּ  

ׅ ࣪. 𓏲ּ ֶָ my doll, , 🩰

𓆩♡𓆪 soojin moodboard, by pjmstrella .⊹

[thatsrightice]

For Iceman, a port call to Hawaii holds more significance than the first step off of the boat at the end of a cruise. This was the closest place to a home he could achieve, one of the few places he actually bothered to unbox his things. He was able to go out and explore and make friends and make out with friends and have a life. It was the first time that his wants were able to somehow coexist with his father’s demands, the first time his father’s gaze was no longer burning a hole in the back of his head. He was a jagged cliff worn smooth below the water’s surface by the crashing waves that eroded away at his rough exterior.

So to Ice, it was of great importance to show Slider and whoever from their squadron followed around the place that was more to him than just another base, another stop in his father’s career. He introduced them to what lay beneath the superficial front created by the tourism industry, a tour guide who knew the islands like the back of his hand and then some. This was the first time most of them had met Tom.

[titenoute]

Some old redesigns I should bring back to the drawing boards.(except Usagi, I'm good with how I'm currently drawing him)

[glitterghost]

I hope blessings of love and happiness rain down on all 4 vessels of the sleepocalypse.

[zxmm4]

🦪 pearl * 🍀🤍🪽🪴ə

[ltsmoving]

(i got mad distracted writing this one lmao)

Imagine, if you'll humour me, a newbie pred. They're only just starting to explore this new diet, and it's great! but they've never exactly been a fast runner and actually catching prey can be difficult.

To compromise, they instead plan to stalk and kidnap a prey, and it goes a lot smoother than roughing it! but now they have a different problem on their hands. They have the prey back in the privacy of their home, but they just can't bring themselves to do it- they're a living person too!

The prey is strapped to a dining room chair in the cold basement of the pred's house. They glare at the pred as they pace back and forth, weighing up the guilt they'd feel against the gnawing, prickling pins-and-needles of the hunger that would bite back and kill them if they didn't sate it soon.

When the pred checks back on the prey, they're hunched over in their seat, only stuck upright by their binds as faint, delicate snoring comes from them. It is rather late, the pred considers, deciding that they'd sleep on the decision and leave the prey to their own sleep for now.

In the morning, they bring the prey a glass of water, not wanting them to croak before they're in their stomach. As the pred helps the prey by holding the glass for them, the prey takes notice of the pred's shirt, and finally speaks up after drinking half of the glass.

"You like that band?" they squeak out, voice hoarse with strain. The pred is confused for a moment before following their gaze down to the shirt they were wearing- a band graphic tee they had bought a few years prior that was always too big for them.

The pred hesitates for a moment before responding. "I used to. I know some songs, but I usually just sleep in this."

A breathy laugh rests hollow and cold on the pred's skin as the prey looks back up at them. "I never expected a predator to like prey music." There's bite behind the comment, but a curious and genuine smile plastered on their face that the pred can't help but return.

"Hey, good music's good music." Both of them laugh lightly, and a conversation starts up naturally. Just a back-and-forth of small talk as the two get to know each other a little better.

Before long, the pred is so lost in the conversation that they'd forgotten all about why the prey is there in the first place. They feel even more guilty than before and sit in silence for a moment while they reconsider their options.

Surprising the prey, the pred walks behind them and loosens the binds on their wrists, the prey tentatively shifting their arms from behind their back to brace themselves on the chair as they go to stand.

They turn to smile and thank to predator, but are quickly pinned to the ground and met with the gaping darkness of the maw before them. The prey wrestles and fights against the predator, pushing desperately against their shoulders to wrench their head free- but, like a vice, the predator's jaws only grip tighter, refusing to let as they take a strained, painful swallow.

It's an arduous process, but little by little they work the prey down their distressed oesophagus, the dryness of their skin and clothes scratching at their throat as they cuss themself out for waiting so long- they just taste that good!

One final gulp sounds and reverberates around the empty basement, sending the last of the prey down into them as their gut expands and sags, pushing the chair that just held them out of the way of its girth. The predator gently and curiously feels over their bloated stomach, prodding where the skin stretches, caressing the sore underside.

They have trouble moving, but hoist up their gut and sluggishly carry themself, and their prey, up the stairs out of the basement and into their living room. The rest of their day is spent trapped under the weight on the couch as they try their best to stay awake through the food-coma that suddenly overcame them.

That feeling of guilt they were dreading quickly dissipated as they revelled in the afterglow of the meal . It was understandable why so many predators are so hasty with their prey- if not out of morality, out of pure hedonistic rapacity.

[teriyaakis]

Taehyung moodboard 🤍🩰🍦

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[mysticcomfort]

Day- *checks notes* 4! Day 4 wooooo