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https://www.tumblr.com/doc-art/783742548692844544/amelia-doodles?source=share

this the one?

I got a request for help finding an artist through the confessions blog. That's technically against the rules of the blog but I wanna help them out so I'm posting it here. I know what artist they're talking about, I saw them on my dash recently, I just don't know the name.

im trying to find an artist on tumblr, they make art of massive alligators, lots of times theyre wearing swimsuits and stuff. can anybody help me?

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gimme like 30 minutes to search through this blog i know EXACTLY who you're talking about

I got a request for help finding an artist through the confessions blog. That's technically against the rules of the blog but I wanna help them out so I'm posting it here. I know what artist they're talking about, I saw them on my dash recently, I just don't know the name.

im trying to find an artist on tumblr, they make art of massive alligators, lots of times theyre wearing swimsuits and stuff. can anybody help me?

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a thick, yummy one? 🤔

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The author's blatant fetish. The one you picked this book up for. Because you also have that fetish.

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tw blood, gore, dismemberment

Getting ritually, consensually maimed by some kind of wolf deity.

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Traveling deep into the woods, into the mist. Kneeling before the deity in reverence, offering part of yourself as sacrifice. You understand perfectly well what they are, but you’re still a little shocked when they speak to accept the offer. Removing your shirt, you obey their command to lie down.

Closer they come, looming over you. Placing one forepaw on your shoulder and the other on the palm of your hand, they hold your offered right arm in place.

You dare to take some comfort in their touch, in this intimacy with the great beast, during the few remaining moments before the maw descends. The last thing you use your fingers for is to hold tight to their enormous paw as it begins. Given the magnitude of the sacrifice you’re about to make, they allow this small gesture of tenderness.

Then, their fangs sink deep into your flesh and scrape hard against bone. Twisting their head, they start to rip.

Some magic binds your soul to your body as the wolf tears strips of muscle and skin away, throwing their head back to devour them. No matter how much blood you lose or how blinding the pain is, neither death nor unconsciousness descends on you.

The screams and groans they extract are as much a song of worship as an expression of pain. An honor, to see their maw painted red and glistening with the discharge from your brachial artery. Listening to the deep churring in their throat, relishing the knowledge that they’re enjoying this.

Maybe flesh offered tastes different from flesh taken. A rare delicacy, possibly worth an exercise in restraint and a boon in return for the offering.

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the economy is in shambles

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nsfw sideblogs r so funny. my friend we can't talk here it isn't safe.. we have to go to sex world together

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New discourse: it's actually predatory to date someone with a different star sign than you, because the differences in your personalities means you'll never be able to have exactly the same life experiences, thus leaving a knowledge and power gap between the two of you which will inevitably lead to an abusive relationship!

also if you're a Sag and you're dating a Taurus, that means you're secretly seeking a May-December relationship, which is age gap coded!

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Not golden week anymore but still wanted to let her join the fashion Featuring some of my wonderful patrons and friends!

Posted using PostyBirb

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Rali out here drinking all your milk!! (and wearing suggestive shirts)

for last months raffle winner, Vindri!!

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Yeah but you'd be even cuter if you had the consistency of pudding and were getting pumped steadily through my intestines

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mm fulled of eggs

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i think we should talk about seika’s bra and choker more

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Not gonna lie, I love when preds are these gigantic, horrifying, borderline sadistic monsters that taunt their prey about being nothing but a snack to them, etc etc. Holding their prey to their stomach so they can hear the churning, and gurgling of an active but empty organ. Taking their time to taste every inch of their prey before pressing them into their mouth. Prodding, poking, and squishing their prey with their tongue wringing more flavor out of them over time. Just having a ball whilst they scare their prey into submission before swallowing deeply with a thunderous GLRK.

But when the prey plops down into their stomach it's just all gentle squishes, happy gurgles, and chirps. Like, "OMG!! It's so great to have you back here!! How have you been! It's been ssoooooooo long since you've showed up! :DDDD" And the pred is embarrassed by their gut giving away that the prey wasn't ever going to be harmed immediately. Their stomach turning a redder shade of pink as they blush, letting the prey know that their pred has dropped character.

OMG??? This is such an interesting concept LMAO… the pred’s own gut betraying them, I love that. I feel like if a pred and prey are friends this would honestly be a great resolution to a fearplay scenario— the prey feels genuinely scared for a moment because of how scary their monstrous pred is behaving, only to be gently squeezed and squished by their happy, active gut.

Omg that’s a great oc concept actually….., a super scary monstrous pred who’s actually nice, but still loves coming off as scary.