#virtual rave

[pileofglass]

Guess who's performing a DJ set at Club Cyberia in VRChat for Lain's 25th Anniversary?

Use the QR code for more information on the event! I can't wait to see you all there!

[citraforever]

Dance Party LETS GO

[chevvy-yates]

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Belted Set by @raenef 🖤

[fr4gtpgaming]

Club Naberus

Features the VOS Clan and Alliance!

(Watch till to end for the post credit scene ^_^)

Music mixed by DJ Adub 🙌🏽

Songs:

Intro Curse of Chucky

Boo! Bitch! By Kim Petras

Dominate VIP by Space Lace

Outro Dancing in the Street // Strack Azar

Featuring

Melee Prowess @meleeprowess (tumblr & Ig)

Flurfyjewel @flurfy_fashion_frame (Ig) @flurfyjewelwf (tumblr)

Freddy Capps @freddy_capps (Ig) @kingofcaptura (tumblr

VikaSilev @vikasilev (tumblr & Ig)

Deus4206 @deuscaptura (tumblr)

Kaast_Dk @kaasten (Ig) @kaastcaptura (tumblr)

Lxion_7

Queen_purple @_Purple92_ (twitter)

Special Thanks to Digital Extremes

Follow me on IG and Tumblr @fr4gtpgaming

Get my in game glyph with promo code FR4G-TP

[electronicmusicandgifs]

Y2k Stargazing trance (Hyper trance) - Nuphory

[threadbareturnbacks]

I know we are slinging mud like it's a nude mud wrestling match right now but I've got three very very stupid quotes that clarified everything for me:

1. "Her policies are fine but I just don't think I could stand 4 years of hearing that voice." - a father of a young man in a swing state as seen in a reddit thread. (Misogyny)

2. "I'm really struggling with my rent right now and I know Harris wants to help me buy a house, but I need help now and Trump gave us actual money. I could use that kind of president right now." - a woman in a swing state as reported on by CNN (economic)

3. "Did Joe Biden drop out?" Top trending search term on Nov 4th - reported by many news outlets (ignorance)

It's cathartic to sling mud at each other but the really basic fact is that 90% of the electorate thinks like the above. They are not keyed in Tumblr posters with an intimate knowledge of AOB dynamics and leftist terminology. They are checked out, feeling a little crunched, and don't like women all that much. That's it. A lot of T's insane ravings never even broke through, why would they? If millions didn't know who was even running on the D ticket, how would they know about the crazy shit said at rallies that occupied a few hours of the news cycle?

The ultimate conclusion: there was no Dem candidate that could have run in this environment. We did really, really, really well considering the on-the-ground realities. The real issue as I see it is how the polls/media could be so wrong and predict a 50/50 race instead of the actual, on the ground 70/30 race that it was. It wasn't that hope was misplaced, but that the hope and work was made to seem more effective than it was. Hope is important, but so is pragmatism.

Give yourself a break. Stop blaming everyone. Work on making your life and the people in your circle safe and whole. Get offline for real and if you absolutely need to be involved, do it locally.

[trashpandaqc]

tomorrow night: join me for a HUBS ZONE TOUR!

I'll be recording a video of environments made by artists and musicians in Web VR platform Mozilla Hubs, to document the creativity which emerged there in 2020, before Hubs shuts down their public servers next week. I'd love to bring a crowd, whether you feel like commenting and asking questions, or simply exploring.

details/links to each space will be updated live in this Mastodon thread. starts Tuesday 9PM EDT / Wednesday 1AM UTC

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[pancaketitan]

Subculture Party ‘Capsoul’ x BASIC PLEASURE MODE

Designed a ‘Submetchi’ figure keychain + promotional character designs for Subculture Party Capsoul x BASIC PLEASURE MODE’s ‘Capsule Collection’. A collection that celebrates rave night life & the essence of Subculture, transporting you into a land of fantasy & concrete reality.

Submetchi is a mascot character I created for Subculture Party, inspired by the 90s & Y2K digital pet fad.

Shop the collection

Purchase a Submetchi figure keychain

[sleepingxawake]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀𝙎 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵!

𝘖𝘤𝘵 31𝘴𝘵 10𝘱 𝘌𝘚𝘛

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DJs:

sleeping awake (jazz house)

neoabsolution (house/electro)

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ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴜꜱ ɪɴ ᴠʀᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ɴɪɢʜᴛ!

18+ Event - 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂.𝟽𝟹𝟾𝟻

[talesofxanje]

Black-Light Flaresu

Here is a designer pet that isn't a snuul, lol. This design is a bit busy, but when the colors come together, it looks awesome. I was trying to find a black-based one for this post, but then this purple one popped up and I had to get it.

Click here to start your own pet obsession!

[chevvy-yates]

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New wardrobe hc for Ryder:

This is one of his outfits he often takes out to wear at Chrome Chamber Rave. The pants will be given to the wardrobe asap and then raaaaaave. Netlords, this fishnet suit does give some fiiine weight to his legs. Also yes his butt is smol, but he likes it like it is. It sits perfectly and does not steal dem legs their show.

He's so confident in this outfit. He knows he can wear it. Deal with it. Shut up and rave!

[slashetc]

R.A.V.E - Real-time Audio Visual Experience

[strangely-written-desires]

CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You get one on pure impulse. The lure of it was tempting indeed, yours with one simple click of a button, and this one’s on a discount. How could you resist?

Slimes began trending just recently, with videos popping up on your page raving about how loveable they are, how they don’t require much, and how they are perfect pets if you’re away a lot.

Life has been stressful, and incredibly lonely, and this seemed like the perfect thing to help you get through it; it would be nice to have something to take care of, to look after. So you bought one.

It arrived quickly—one-day delivery is truly something—and in pristine condition. The packaging was odd—a single metal cylinder in such a big box—but you supposed that slimes could handle it; they’re resilient monsters, after all.

The cylinder is fancy—a smootn cream color, practically futuristic—and it has instructions on how to care for it. These include what to feed it (practically everything; rat poison is not recommended), how to play with it, and what to do if it starts to feel ill (very unlikely). You hum as you read it, pausing once you get to the red lettering.

‘Do not kiss or bite—’ Who’s biting these things? ‘—Human saliva contains bacteria harmful to slimes; if it ingests any bodily fluids, immediately keep your distance from it and call this number. XXX-XXX-XXX’

You furrow your brows at this, finding it odd, to say the least. Slimes are known to have the ability to eat anything, any poison having little to no effect on them; they’re virtually indestructible. But human saliva is what does it? You shrug, figuring that perhaps domesticated slimes are different—weaker, more prone to harm.

You open it, and the side of the container slides open with a hiss. It’s not long before it begins to spill out, latching onto your fingers before sliding onto your hand—cool and smooth to the touch.

You marvel at the sight of it, in awe, as it continues to climb up your arm, studying the feel of your skin and your scent. Its touch ticklish; you laugh at the feeling. It practically purrs at that, pleased as it tries to inch its way toward the source of the sound.

“Woah, woah, getting a little too close there, bud,” you comment, gently removing it from you, the warning still fresh in your mind, “wouldn’t want you to get hurt on your first day.”

You set it down on the ground, stepping back when it attempts to climb you once more. “How ‘bout you explore the place instead? It’s your home now, too, you know.”

It pauses its movements as if understanding you (you wouldn’t be surprised if it does; slimes are quite intelligent, or so you hear) before seemingly looking around the place—you can’t really tell because it has no face, no eyes to gaze upon. You leave it to its own devices, wanting it to adjust to your home and not crowd it too much.

Yet everywhere you go, it follows, never straying and always attempting to climb you. You eventually relent, letting it stick to your shoulder as you go about your day. It’s awfully clingy, not that you mind, but the reviews never said anything about that.

Slimes usually come in many different colors, but domesticated ones are vastly limited; those ones come in green (the classic), blue, and purple, but yours is different. It’s an unusual hot pink. A pretty color, but not common, not at all. Maybe that’s why it was on sale.

It feeds on anything, enjoying everything you give it. You’re sure if you gave it trash, it would munch on it happily—not that you’d ever do such a thing; your slime only eats the best of the best, the best of the best being whatever you eat. However, over the course of several days, you’ve found out its odd need to try and consume everything you put in your mouth.

Your toothbrush? Cups you’ve drunk from? Utensils you’ve used? You’ve had to bat it away, wrestle it off the counter, and keep it from devouring your discarded trash. You’ve even caught it trying to go through your dirty laundry.

Whatever reviews that said it was low maintenance and barely had any problems are fucking liars. Not that you would ever send it away; you adore it and its little odd quirks.

You specifically bought a slime-proof cage for when you have to step out and are unable to keep it devouring everything you touch. The container it came in would’ve done just fine, but you wanted it to have some space to move around in—to not feel contained and trapped in one tight place. You never thought it could escape; after all, it is “slime-proof,” specifically designed to keep it in place.

Those stressful days never do vanish, but its presence makes it better. Bearable. And you don’t feel lonely anymore. Instead, your days are filled with a sort of warmth that hadn’t been there before.

You're grateful for that.

Although, on particularly stressful days, you turn to more primitive ways of relief and relaxation.

Today’s one of those days.

And it’s on one of those days that you don’t hear it slipping out of its cage in the other room—glass broken and shattered, scattered across the floor. You don’t hear how it slithers to your bedroom, desperate to taste your arousal in the air. It slides under the crack of your door, basically speeding to get to where you are as you chase yourself to the edge—try and fail.

Your vibrator’s dead, and your fingers aren’t doing the job; they are too short to hit that gooey spot just right to make you shake with pleasure. Your frustration builds as you pump them in faster, swirling your clit in a desperate attempt to push you over.

You jolt when the slime creeps onto your leg, your orgasm falling flat. Your lip quivers, eyes blurring from the frustration of another failed attempt. Shock and anger burst through you, bewildered at how it escaped its cage.

“How did you even— What are you…stop it, get off,” you hissed, moving to pull it off your leg.

But your hand goes right through the slime; it doesn’t stop, continuing its ascent up your thigh. You panic, foolishly using the hand, still slick with your need, to move it. It pauses, your fingers tingle as it slurps up what’s left on it. You try to take back your hand, but it latches on, keeping it in place.

“Let go—”

Dread fills your chest, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does; if anything, it looks bigger. Once it's had a taste, you can feel it shiver for more. It unlatches, fingers thoroughly cleaned from your arousal.

You see small parts of itself reaching for your wet cunt, little tendrils reaching to taste the juices dripping from it. You try to bat it away, get it off you, but it doesn’t budge.

“Wait, don’t. Don’t—”

It’s too quick for you to stop it, soaking up the juices beneath you before moving onto your cunt. It’s eager, pushing itself into you with a forceful thrust; a choked gasp escapes your throat.

It buries itself in you, drowning itself in your slick just to taste it—devour it. Its want for more is almost monstrous; you feel it slowly growing inside you. It starts to move, doesn’t give you time to adjust, to process, before plunging deeper and deeper into you.

It has you writhing on your bed, gripping the sheets to have some sort of anchor. It retracts before diving back in.

You cry out, pleasure wracking you with each thrust, hitting that spot over and over again. You frantically rub your puffy clit, trying to reach that high that’ll have you falling over the ledge.

You should probably stop to think about how you currently are getting fucked by a slime—your supposed pet slime—but after multiple failed orgasms, you don’t think to care at the moment.

You feel it expanding, stretching you open with no remorse. Besides, you can’t stop it; it feels too good to stop, not that you could even if you wanted; it seems in no rush to slow down.

It’s not long before you fall over, toes curling, back arching as your eyes roll back. It fucks you through it, drinking up your cum like its last meal, leaving you panting and spent. Yet it doesn’t stop; it continues, despite how overstimulated you are. It makes you cum three more times before it decides it has its fill for the day.

It continues this routine everyday, there’s a day where your cunt isn’t stuffed full of it, milking you for all your worth. It doesn’t consume any food, deciding your cum’s enough to satiate its hunger.

You can’t tell if your decision to get a slime was a good one or not.

[psyriiis]

Friday Nights at Seed in Decentraland the coordinates are -104,-95 EST. PARTY will go after hours ☀️🌅 follow @psyriiis on twitter