#The Alligator House

[mapsontheweb]

United States House of Representatives Apportioned based on alligator population

#maps #us house of representatives #alligators

[bonkin]

scare tactics

#venom #eddie brock #symbrock #veddie #Eeeh sort of huh? #scart #my funny alligator blob boyfriend #what is it he says. vexatious looking pig dog house bat thing

[oritoor]

Frog and Gator

#alligator #frog #dark #art #houses #pop surrealism #ori toor

[ventiswampwater]

invasive

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

wordcount: 941 

Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach. 

EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming. 

A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines​. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.

You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.

You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.

Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.

The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp. 

Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery. 

You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.

It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).

It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.

Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.

God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.

You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.

The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.

Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.

You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).

Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.  

Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm. 

He’s already so deep.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”

His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”

“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight. 

(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)

“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”

Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once. 

People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for. 

His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair. 

“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”

(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)

You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?

Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.

You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.

“Yes.”

#something something burmese pythons swallowing alligators whole in the everglades something something invasive species something something #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #x reader #my fics #I've been under a lot of work stress lately lmao and I've been having a lot of weird dreams #bingo bongo himself featured in two of them. for the first time ever surprisingly. #u would think w/the amount of space I give him in my mind palace I'd have dreamed of him already but nope #my brain summoning this hick like. BITCH!! shut tf up about work for two seconds and look @ this jdshjhfdjjhfdj #peanut brain PEANUT BRAIN this week #so it felt fitting to write somethin weird n dreamy (nightmarish) w/him. idk #it's the vibe on this accursed day #this is...............somethin. idk what. but it's somethin.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My house was taken over by an army of ants with the king being 10ft tall and had a crown. I had to team up with an alligator that looked like King K. Rool to save my parents from them. 

#dream #text #April 11th 2023 #house #army #ant #ants #bugs tw #king #horror #nightmare #animal #alligator #reptile #king k rool #parents #family #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[hurglewurm]

having a cat is so fun. this is my best friend she's so small. she's very soft. she ate a centipede today

#pistache #alligates says things #how did a centipede get in my house ? idk #snack for the animal #she slapped it repeatedly until she was like ok eat time #all the bugs in my area except for like. black widows are safe for my cat to eat btw #nutritious snacks for her

[moecartoons]

Happy International Transgender Day of Visibility from a trans creator <333 Here are five nonbinary characters plus my own Oc

Carrd|Comms Form|Kofi

#TDOV #My Art #Trans Creators #Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #Raine Whispers #The Owl House #Owl House #TOH #Joanie #Later Alligator #Zoit #Llyod in Space #Disney #Ocs #Chip #Cyberchase #Angel Jose #Craig of the Creek #SixFanarts

[textvoid]

Shape up lads, skipper's on deck.

#Art from the swamps #Was fancy wear just an excuse to draw her various tattoos? Perhaps- #It's Always Sunny In Sundrasia #Dvestig Skippers #An Alligator Under Your House is a Sign of Ill Comings #ttrpg #digital art #character art #character artist #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #d&d #original character #clip studio paint #dnd5e #water genasi #swamp genasi #paladin #oath of the ancients #the fathomless #warlock #fantasy art #artists on tumblr

[ask-beta-lumity]

To Lucia, did you have much struggle being a trans girl growing up and how did your family react when your egg cracked?

Lucía: School was very different tho. I didn't have many friends in elementary, so when I started to socially transition I lost most of them, usually cuz of their parents' ignorance. After we moved and I went to a new school it was alright at first, but when they found out I was trans they started hurling slurs at me. It was a part of the reason I was so happy to run away at 16 to literally another world.

#lumity #beta lumity #toh #the owl house #toh lumity #lumelia #lucia noceda #amelia blight #asks #agender-alligator

[borgeslabyrinth]

"Florida is hell on earth" sounds like a you problem

#does florida have some really bad traits? yeah obviously #the tourists the traffic the politics #but i can't fuck with people painting with a broad brush because there's so many wonderful things about florida #the everglades the beaches the wildlife #like you can't possibly tell me there's nothing good in flroida when the everglades exist #she provides 8 million people with drinking water. she has eight separate habitats. #she protects and houses many critically endangered species like the florida panther the american alligator egrets #even the ghost orchid #if you really think florida is nothing but a hellhole you lack the ability to see beauty all around you #and lack of understanding in how important a part nature plays #it's not perfect but it's home #like how can you look at a manatee and say that florida's nothing but a hellhole? #maybe if you visited blue springs park to watch the manatees you'd calm down #or take a glass bottom boat ride at wakulla springs or go tubing down the ichetucknee #go look at some birds and alligators and frogs #go collect sharks teeth off the beaches in the gulf #florida has a truly beautiful and unique ecosystem and i feel bad for people who can't appreciate it #oscar talks to himself

[superdaisypowerhour]

They should have let petra be funny. Like i have a lot of issues with how they handled people of color in three houses but like i think petra should be funnier, at least post timeskip. Like reading writing listening and speaking are very different linguistically and shes a very good student canonically so it stands to reason she can do the first two very well. But i just think it would be very good if she was Only Bad at Speaking. Like the amount of shit she could pull by understanding the language very well but no one realizing she does cause her grammars fucked is so much it would have been so good. Like imagine her alois supports but it turns out shes just fucking with him the whole time? Thats hysterical! Its boundless potential for both character development and comedy!

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #i think petra should be like sylvain only in that shes smarter than anyone gives her credit for #and like she super is #i just wish they did more with it #petra macneary #I will not be as a fish upon the flame! is such a banger line faye mata ate that shit WHOLE like an ALLIGATOR

[fissions-chips]

Mundane sort of ‘magical creature AU’ thought but- a sad notion.

Y’know how urban wildlife is typically viewed? Like… seagulls. “Trash birds”, heavily loathed, often chased away despite the fact that they are only trying to adapt to a human, urban world. Or coyotes, widely hated and hunted when they encroach upon human settlements for the risks they pose- despite the fact that they were there first.

Idk. That happening with mythical creatures- again, it falls back into that idea of something that was once respected or revered (moreso in the case of magical creatures than true wildlife, but still) now being reviled and ‘common’ for the crime of being simply inconvenient.

#disclaimer: this is not to downplay the damage that something like a coyote can do don’t get me wrong but their public perception is so sad #- to me. it just is. like… this is the niche the US has created by eradicating wolves it’s not their fault. #angsty shit #<- as that is the ultimate thought behind this. #sirens being treated like alligators or sharks and being hunted/removed from water systems that they naturally belong in. #gorgon roundups instead of rattlesnake roundups. tiny fairies being viewed as house/garden pests like mice and rats or caterpillars. #you know that spiky shit that businesses put on their buildings/even actual fucking trees sometimes to keep birds from landing on them? shit #- like that.

[thatsbutterbaby]

Clementine Hunter - Alligator, 1971. 

Clementine Hunter - Flowers, n/d.  

Clementine Hunter - Drying Gourds African House, 1971. 

#Clementine Hunter #Alligator #Flowers #Drying Gourds African House

[theglassdragoncollective]

Honestly cannot tell if I am a really small alligator or a lizard but going to enjoy living in that ambiguity.

#new headmate dropped #new headmate #new system member #i honestly think i like system member #hi i'm new #kgder #alligator #kgder kgder the alligator #it just has a ring to it #the garden house probably #he/her #new reptile dropped

[ventiswampwater]

poacher’s dream

bo sinclair x afab!reader

word count: 2.5k

Everything is HAVE YOU SEEN ME? and yellow police tape and you are the girl on the milk carton and the face on the flier, and there’s nowhere to go unless you’d like to disappear into the fuzz of the television.

Bo’s just trying to watch a little TV and you keep distracting him.

cw’s: dubious consent, stockholm syndrome, explicit sexual content, rough oral sex, female reader, gendered anatomy, second person, alcohol, inanimate object porn, blowjobs, hair-pulling, dirty talk, degradation, slut shaming, pet names, bites and bruises, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, little bit of a praise kink, canon-typical violence

read it here

#this fic infected me with stage 6 critical brainrot!! and I could not REST until I finished this fcken thing #I am the target market!! the bimbo gas leakage has finally gotten to my head idk #this is GROSS!! gross I tell you!!!! #please mind the tags bc this is v grody #also hi! this is my first contribution to the slasher fandom and it's this nasty shit! nice 2 meet u 2 #the title of this fic comes from nicole dollanganger's song ''alligator blood'' bc imo it IS the quintessential bo x reader song #the alternate title is #beer bottles as an extension of a man's ego: a thesis #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #x reader #my fics

[cherubgorearchived]

for anyone interested in keeping up with my fics! I posted chapter two for my carly/bo au!

#minxie rambles. #alligator blood. #house of wax #bo sinclair