#Guest Writer

[yamikakyuu]

Also friendly reminder to the TMAGP fandom. The guest writer only writes the statement part. Not the before or after meta plot. Appears some people either don't know this or forgot, so just reminding everyone. 😊

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[toxicbrothel]

waking up , Joel x reader what are warnings

You wake up and feel an air of dominance in the room. That's when you remember you're in Joel's bed because you belong to him, which you love plus you can always breathe fine all night in his perfect embrace.

"good morning Joel," you whisper.

"morning, sweet pea."

"Joel, i feel your huge cock right now and I would like for you to dick me down."

"no problem, sweet pea."

I lift her leg and put my cock inside her then I thrust and put it more inside her. All the way inside her.

"ohh raider Joel," she sighs. "Your cock feels perfect, please never stop. Also you treat me good. one of my friends has a throwaway Joel and he treats her real bad. I'm real lucky to have you as my Joel."

I keep fucking her and she keeps saying how good it feels. At the end, she says "do you want to go kill some bad guys"

"Yeah," I say.

"good," she says, "because it makes me horny when you do that."

"I do that all the time," I remind her.

"yeah, I'm so horny for you all the time. Can I kill one of them? That was fun and I haven't done it in months"

"Yes you can kill one, let's make a day of it. After we kill them, I can rail you. But i would prefer to shower first so they don't get near you through their DNA."

"Yeah, it's for my own good."

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This is a crack (joke) fic written by the main character of a real fic.

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[turbofox-zines]

Introducing our guest writer!

@lets-try-some-writing

Thank you for accepting our reach out and welcome to the project!!

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Our applications are still open until the 29th of October!

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[rexsokazine]

Introducing our next guest contributor, @armchairaloof! Make sure to check out her work and show her some love!

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[kevinszabojrplumbing]

3 Useful Tips for Achieving a More Organized Home

Organizing your home space affects your comfort and productivity directly. Order in the house puts you in a good mood and creates harmony with yourself. In the modern world, there is less and less time for tidying, so you need to approach the issue wisely. Read on to find valuable ideas to organize home and significantly improve your quality of life.

Assess the situation

If you want to optimize your living space, it means you are uncomfortable now. Analyze what causes your unpleasant emotions in this aspect and make a list. Common problems are:

●      congested space,

●      eternal disorder,

●      a lot of time wasted searching for what you need,

●      uncomfortable furniture,

●      unnecessary trinkets here and there.

Next, think about how to organize your home better. You can solve some problems by spring cleaning, while others require changing habits. Are you so busy with work that you miss time for regular tidying? But to maintain cleanliness, it is much more essential than tidying. Plus, you waste valuable time searching in the chaos. Therefore, you should also optimize your time to organize your home space.

Declutter organize home

Take a moment to comb through your wardrobe, setting aside those items that have been neglected for too long. Transform those tired old T-shirts into practical rags, and consider finding new homes for the pieces in good shape. You can present, sell, or donate these clothes to charity.

Save time and money on old clothes charity actions by searching for great deals on 9-seater vehicle hire UK on Rental24.co.uk. Multi-passenger car rentals will allow you to involve the whole family in such a charity and spend time profitably. Accordingly, you will have a lot of energy to optimize the space further.

Do you like to hoard old, impractical junk? Good news: you don't have to throw everything away at once! Some memorable keepsakes, like love letters and handmade cards, can always find a spot in your home. However, a cupboard with old tableware or dusty carpets on the balcony makes you doubt it. Feel free to throw away the stacks of outdated warranty receipts, cheap gift items, and broken appliances.

To avoid wasting time on such large-scale revisions regularly, learn to deal with trinkets on time. Having received an unnecessary souvenir as a gift, hurry up to re-gift it! The most crucial thing is not to drag junk into the house yourself. Before purchasing any item, stop to evaluate its:

●      practical significance,

●      expected frequency of use,

●      compliance with the interior style.

Make the most of your space

Get bags, organizers, and vertical cases to store everything compactly. Put things used least often in a far corner, packed away from dust. The colorful play of clothes on open shelves is annoying and distracting. So, consider a closed dresser to minimize triggers. Multi-level shelves will visually expand the living space. Organizers for underwear and dishes will save you time searching for what you need.

Store seasonal items wisely

To optimize space in your wardrobe, you should leave only weather-appropriate items in plain sight. Bulky jackets and warm boots take up lots of space in the hallway and are inappropriate in the summer. The same goes for a stack of short shorts on a shelf in the middle of winter. Make a rule to go through your clothes and shoes as the new season begins.

Pack up what you don’t need now, and feel free to send it to the mezzanine! Speaking of packaging, try vacuum bags. It is a valuable solution for outerwear and bulky blankets. Using a vacuum cleaner, you will extract all the air from things, removing the volume several times, which is convenient for storage and transportation.

Create a tidying schedule

Decluttering sometimes takes more than one day. Don’t procrastinate, using the excuse of lack of time. Create a plan and tidy up problem areas in your tempo by adjusting to your daily routine. For example, you can clean the kitchen in a couple of hours in the evening and leave the cupboard revision for the weekend. So, tidying will cease to be associated with cleaning the Augean stables. For the best results, make this routine enjoyable:

●      turn on your favorite music,

●      light the aroma lamp,

●      add design solutions for originality.

Share your ideas

Your cohabitants should learn to maintain cleanliness and change habits as well. Otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain.Cleaning up after others can feel like a never-ending and draining task. So, distribute responsibilities evenly. Arrange a family meeting and share your thoughts. You can assign areas of responsibility to people or create a shift cleaning schedule. It is better to do the seasonal cleaning together to save time and ensure everyone is aware of the changes.

Conclusion

Turn space optimization into a comfortable and enjoyable experience by following the organized home tips above. Treat yourself to new practical things after throwing out old junk to reinforce pleasant associations.

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[aerti-zakkurazine]

🌸 🐬 Guest Spotlight ☀️ ☁️

We’re honoured to announce the incredible @ipona as our second guest! A big fan of the OT4, Ipona’s evocative prose and attention to detail will bring Aerith, Tifa, Zack and Cloud’s unique relationship to life!

Want to join Ipona in celebrating the OT4? Applications for Love in Full Bloom are open until December 16th! ✨

Apply here!

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[elazul-sasayaki]

I look over the invitation ticket one more time to make sure I have the right place. I'm not much of a party person, and the venue is fancy enough that I feel inadequate even in my best clothes, but I did make a promise I would at least attend. A friend of mine had apparently been invited to this "event" but had fallen ill and was unable to attend. Both he and the invitation had neglected to mention what exactly this event was, though with the manor standing in front of me, I have the social skills to recognize that asking would probably be something of a faux pas. The only clue as to what was supposed to be happening here was a photo of a chubby hybrid catwolf listed as the guest of honor. Admittedly he was easy on the eyes, but he was probably there as a speaker or maybe he was a CEO or philanthropist celebrating some big accomplishment.

I flash the doorman my ticket and he notes down the number printed on it before opening the door and gesturing me forward. The large chandelier lit ballroom is filled to capacity with all kinds of people casually milling about the place, seemingly without a care in the world, most of them appear upper class, decorated with fancy designer dresses and suits and loaded down with flashy jewelry, but I am surprised to see a number of more modestly dressed folk like myself wandering aimlessly around.

Looking around the place for what is supposed to be happening, I spot a line of people going past a table off in the distance, and make my way over there to try and at least look like I fit in. When I get closer, I find there is more activity here than I expected and get pushed out of the way a couple times by others looking to join in on whatever is happening. I fall in line, more on instinct than anything and quietly observe the room as I slowly shuffle forward.

The house is just as fancy on the inside as it is the outside, expensive looking furniture is sat neatly in its place and the occasional painting or other piece of wall art breaks up the blank spaces nicely. Clearly whomever was hosting this affair was well off enough that its cost was of little real consequence to them. How my friend managed to get a ticket to an upscale event like this is beyond me.

The line has slowly but surely been moving forward as I've been admiring the decor, and I lean around the people ahead of me to get a look at where we are going. What I see doesn't make sense at first, and it's only after a few minutes of staring that I start to comprehend what's happening.

The line passes along a table stocked with all manner of food, carved fruit displays, pasta dishes, slabs of meat, and plenty of rich desserts, it all looks mouth wateringly good and as people walk along it, they pile their plates high with the catering. When they reach the end of the table however, most of that food is being emptied into an amorphous blue blob that I realize with a start is a person! A catwolf specifically, the very same one from the ticket in fact, or at least he looks like he might have been the same one some time ago. Now he looks like a caricature of the plump hybrid the ticket depicted, bloated to preposterous proportions with a sign looped around his pudgy neck that reads "Will eat for food."

Whatever the guests don't eat as they make their way down the table is crammed into his mouth, and now that I'm closer, I can see him struggle to chew through all the goodies being pressed into his open maw. I pick up a plate as I reach the far end of the table and start piling up goodies onto it as the line makes its way down the table. Looking back, I can see only a handful of others in line behind me, it looks like everyone else has already fed the guest of honor, so I figure the most appropriate thing to do would be to treat him to dessert.

As the line ahead of me shrinks, I can only stare in awe at the catwolf, at first I thought the image of him from the ticket might have been old, but with the amount of food he is devouring, it looks very possible that the photo might have been taken only a few days prior. His shirt strains at the seams, little diamonds of blue fur showing between the buttons, and his thick arms dangle uselessly at his sides, looking like overstuffed sausage casings with how tightly they are packed into his sleeves. I can hear his stomach gurgling and churning as it processes the mass of food within, interrupted occasionally by his wheezing or gulping. He has a dim, vacant stare on his face, his eyes tearing up slightly as the person ahead of me forces a slice of pie into the half open maw of the blimp like hybrid, and then all too soon, it's my turn.

I look down at my plate, stacked high with sweets I don't remember grabbing and then back to the catwolf. He stares back at me with a pleading expression on his face, or at least as much of one as he can manage with pudgy cheeks stuffed with food like a chipmunk. I can't tell if he's pleading for mercy or pleading for more, and I hesitate, just long enough for his stomach to gurgle loudly.

I put a paw on his massive belly and gently stroke the outside, feeling it swell and shrink with each painfully full breath. He swallows more of the food he's chewing and I reach over to my plate and pass a brownie between his lips on instinct. It surprises me, that I do so without even thinking, but at the same time, it feels so right, like feeding him is what I was meant to do. Time blurs as I alternate between rubbing his churning gut and passing him more desserts, and before I know it, I'm reaching over to an empty plate.

I blink suddenly looking over at my now bare platter and then back at the doughy catwolf who is panting and groaning with fullness. It can't have been more than a few minutes, but it feels as though I had been feeding him for days. Wordlessly I step out of line and let the next person in line casually walk forward and cram a slice of beef into the immobile blue blob as they chat with another person in line, almost as if they don't even recognize what they are doing. I pull out my ticket and stare at the heavyset catwolf depicted on it, then back to the boulder sized one at the end of the table. They are unmistakably the same person, but it seems impossible that he could have gotten so fat, so quickly. Reading the invitation over, it only announces him as "Elaz" the guest of honor for this party, there's no mention of why he is the guest of honor, nor is there anything about why everyone seems to be stuffing him to the bursting point.

I look up from the ticket and watch the last person in line pour their drink into Elaz before dispersing into the crowd. Whatever reason everyone had for wanting to turn him into a food balloon doesn't seem to warrant coming back for a second round. The crowd has already started to spread out to the rest of the mansion leaving Elaz alone at the head of the table. I can't help but stare in fascination as he makes a final gulp, condemning the last of his feeding to his colossal gut. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I've already walked right up to him again and put my paws on his bulging belly. He looks at me with those vacant eyes and I can't tell if he is relieved or disappointed that I'm not forcing more food into his mouth. I gently run my paws across his bloated stomach, feeling it shift and burble as the mass of food within churns noisily. Anywhere I put a paw on him, it just seems to keep sinking deeper, first through thick fur and then through plush fat. He seems to appreciate the gesture at least, since his arms are unable to reach with how tightly they are bound by his shirt. The rubbing eventually coaxes out a few small, overstuffed burps, causing the blubbery blue ball of catwolf belly to wobble slightly.

He doesn't speak, but his panting and groaning gets ever so slightly softer, so I can tell I've given him at least some relief from the pressure. I grab a napkin from the table and lightly dab at his face to wipe away the crumbs of food that did not quite make it to his mouth before removing the sign from around his neck and laying it on the table.

Elaz shifts slightly in his chair and I can hear the aged wood creak before it snaps, sending him tumbling to the ground with a meaty slap and an uncomfortable sounding belch. His shirt, strained to the breaking point, rips a seam along the side, and soft catwolf flab oozes out through the newfound weakness.

It takes several minutes, but I am able to help haul him to his knees and eventually his feet, the entire ordeal made more difficult by his colossal weight as much as it was by his thick flabby exterior. My paws sink at least an inch into anything I grab, and it's nearly impossible to get good leverage on him when anything I can push on flows out of the way like a water balloon. When I am able to get him to his feet, I carefully guide him towards a couch lined up against a nearby wall. He can barely walk, only able to make a slow, ponderous waddle when he leans most of his weight on me, nearly burying me in warm, soft blubber. Eventually he does make it to the couch, and I have to hold onto both of his paws to ease him onto the couch so that doing so resembles sitting more than it does crashing into it.

Even as softly as I am able to sit him down, the motion jostles another belch from Elaz, and the tear in his shirt rips another few inches, but he is finally comfortable, or at least as comfortable as he can get under the circumstances. His flabby frame bulges out in every direction, and there's barely enough room left on the couch for me, but I'm able to make it work. As exhausting as getting him across the room was for me, I can only imagine how exhausting it was for him. With Elaz finally seated, I set to work rubbing his belly, receiving pleased gurgles and groans from him as he digests his massive meal. The gentle, rhythmic motion seems to help settle his stomach, and the angry growling of minutes ago is replaced by the occasional low burble. All my kneading and massaging does not erase the consequences of the catwolfs gluttony, but it does, at least, appear to make them bearable. Elaz is putty in my paws, his dim expression much more relieved than when he was, quite literally, stuffed to tears at the table.

With his tummy seemingly satisfied, I take one paw off it to lightly scratch behind his ears and under his meaty chin while my other paw absentmindedly traces patterns in his belly fur. Something about him being stuffed to the gills like that makes me want to reward him for it, I lean into my scratching and rubbing, and get pleasant sounding grunts in response.

A gurgle from his belly suddenly snaps me out of my trance, and I look around to see most of the partygoers have left. I check my watch to find it's been hours since I arrived and am surprised to realize how tired I am when I yawn. I look over to see Elaz staring at the table with that same conflicted look on his face as before, caught between wanting more and feeling like he could burst at any moment.

I get up off the couch and survey the table as I approach, spotting a now mostly melted tub of icecream that would make for a suitable offering. Cool, soft, and calorie rich, perfect for the hybrid who doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word, "enough".

I bring the tub back to the couch and sit down next to Elaz again, he opens his mouth to say something, but I press the corner of the tub to his lips and slowly tip it forwards. He starts to gulp down the thick liquid, slowly at first, but soon his greed starts to overtake his reasoning and he starts to take bigger and bigger swallows of rich dairy dessert. In only a couple of minutes, he has emptied the tub and has to take shallow breaths to recover from the ordeal. As I'm setting the empty tub on the ground, he takes a deeper breath than before and nearly shreds what little remains of his top. The rip in his shirt goes even farther this time, letting more catwolf blubber spill out, pinning me to the side of the couch so hard I have the wind knocked out of me. The two of us groan at the same time, Elaz in relief and I in pain.

After I blink the stars from my vision, I find myself half buried underneath Elaz, squashed between his frame and the frame of the couch. Trying to stand up proves futile, I'm simply too exhausted to heft the mound of fluffy blue belly out of the way, and with Elaz starting to nod off, there's no way he will be able to help me escape either. "Ah well", I think to myself, "might as well make the best of the situation and get comfortable. I've got the softest weighted blanket around, and there's nowhere I'd rather be."

Hhhhhh... Yes, yes please, this is a beautiful expansion on my silly idea, I absolutely love it and could almost feel it as I read along.

Thank you so very much for writing this, I can't think of anything else to say to express how giddy it made me feel to read it. ~w~

#Ask a Catwolf #Guest Writer #Extreme Feeding #Group Feeding #Extreme Weight Gain #Kink Stuff #Weight Gain Kink #Force Feeding Kink #Compulsive Feeding? #Tight Clothes

[loveacrossthedaszine]

GUEST CONTRIBUTOR: Nessie!

Our first guest on the Zine is @heyits-nessie

Their eye for in-depth characterization and the way they write quick witted dialogue made them a MUST HAVE for the Dragon Age Zine! We can’t wait to see what they write up!

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[the-crowbar-was-my-kryptonite]

Inktober Day 12: Spicy

When I saw this prompt I was like, oh it's me. I love nothing more than a good book and a pumpkin spice latte. But I do *hate* writing about myself in any capacity, so I'm so lucky that my best friend let me steal her laptop and work on her HTTYD fan-fic while she worked on this for me. The following is her words, very lightly edited by me.

//

You take a sip from your pumpkin spice latte and blush violently as the next series of words appear on the page. 

Your heart pounds. You think to yourself: Oh dear God, in public? But you knew this was coming. 

The Book is particularly mischievous when you’re around other people. The dialogue it creates becomes increasingly suggestive and sometimes explicitly spicy, much to your enjoyment and utter humiliation. It knows you somehow. It creates scenarios particularly tailored to your preferences and interests — sometimes things you didn’t even know you would be excited by until reading them on the page.

Sometimes the Book talks directly to you. Those passages are particularly odd. It often feels like receiving a love letter or particularly steamy text from a partner. But other times you can only wonder how on earth the Book is not only able to write spontaneously, but able to write about you so specifically. You’d spend hours typing passages from the book into search engines, only to come up with nothing but failed searches or distantly similar writing. At some point, you had to admit: the Book was writing to you — creating stories for your eyes alone. Part of you finds it terrifying…but the terror only lasts for so long, at least until your curiosity overpowers your fear, as it often does. Whatever unsettling feelings make you want to burn the book or throw it away or tear out its pages always abate, and it’s only a matter of time before you open the Book again, eager to see what it has in store for you this time. 

All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Writing by @violet-moongem and editing by the weird sister.

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[lovinglawzine]

❤️Guest Spotlight❤️

Welcome @sneakend !!! They'll be bringing their fantastic writing skills and tasty imagination to this zine. 🥳❤️ Might get some fabulous KidLaw!

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[toxicbrothel]

Butcher

Joel x reader (by raider anon guest writer)

tw non-vegetarian

That guy who works in the butcher shop but doesn't even kill his own food wants to fuck you again. The first time, he wasn't even nice about it. Plus, unlike raider joel, his stamina is bad and he never makes you cum. Also he's mean and doesn't care about you but for some reason you let him fuck you this time.

"Oh Butcher Joel, your cock is okay and I guess this feels alright."

"Shut up and take it," he says.

"Can you try to make me cum" you ask

"I said shut up." To shut you up he makes you bite down on a femur bone that looks like it's from the Flinstones. He cums inside and then makes a dumb meatpacking joke and leaves you unsatisfied once again.

You call your friend sweet pea and ask if her Joel can teach yours. She says she's sorry but he stays pretty busy making her cum and killing bad guys and fucking shit up with his best friend carter ☹️.

brothel crack fic master

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[squinoazine]

🤍 GUEST SPOTLIGHT 🤍

Introducing our next invited contributor, we have the one and only, Alessia Heartilly (@aleheartilly) ! Alessia will be participating as a writer for our zine. 🎉

We're incredibly grateful to have her- and are excited to see what she’ll write for Squall and Rinoa! 👀 Check out her works on FF.net and AO3 ✨ FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/377409/Alessia-Heartilly AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/AlessiaHeartilly 🕊️

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We're still accepting all different kinds of contributors: page artists, merch artists, + writers alike!

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[malecaptions]

#forced masculinization #never misses the misses #guest writer

[opheartzine]

💛 GUEST SPOTLIGHT💙

Our third and last guest writer is none other than the one and only Snailor_Bee !

Bee-tween her captivating & engaging storytelling and experience sailing on the seas, we're very excited to see what story she crafts next !

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