#drowning from within

[breadhalfburnt]

good morning everyone

there is a cat outside so now i can’t sleep

what are fun, relatively quiet activities to enjoy on this god awful occasion?

#talking to the stars #or i could just lay here #bask in the night #stare at the ceiling #or is that the ceiling? it’s so dark you can’t even tell #you think it is. you hope it is #it’s almost like drowning. this deafing void deprived of light and color and life #you can almost hear the rest of the house. there must be another noise out there somewhere #somewhere somewhere someone else must be up #but all you hear is the faint distant murmer of artificial voice coming from the living room that you just can’t quite decipher #it’s just you. the dark. and what lies within it #but that’s always the horror isn’t it? what lies in the dark? #what if you’re the only thing in it? #what if there’s something out there scared of you? what lies in the night? #you look at what must be the ceiling #and the floorboard creaks

[wiildroses]

a lil tag drop for some private muses for @fatescattered <33

🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 ) : darling you've got magic in your bones and gold in your soul

🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 ) : from a broken soul blooms a warrior

🌹 ( 𝐖. 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 ) : make peace with your broken pieces

🌹 ( 𝐇. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ) : you never fail until you stop trying

🌹 ( 𝐆. 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) : a man who stands for nothing will fall for everything

🌹 ( 𝐀. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕 ) : nothing can dim the light that shines from within

🌹 ( 𝐍. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐕 ) : as endless as the ocean; as timeless as the tides

🌹 ( 𝐃. 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐊 ) : your mind is a weapon keep it loaded

🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : i love you like i've never felt pain

🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : your eyes look like coming home

🌹 ( 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 & 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 ) : i'm drowning in the thought of you

🌹 ( 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 & 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ) : learn me slowly ; please be patient with my pages

🌹 ( 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 & 𝐀𝐍𝐀 ) : you are the life to my soul

🌹 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ) : you are the most beautiful thing i kept inside my heart

🌹 ( 𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄 ) : show me all the scars you hide

#🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 ) : darling you've got magic in your bones and gold in your soul #🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 ) : from a broken soul blooms a warrior #🌹 ( 𝐖. 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 ) : make peace with your broken pieces #🌹 ( 𝐇. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ) : you never fail until you stop trying #🌹 ( 𝐆. 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) : a man who stands for nothing will fall for everything #🌹 ( 𝐀. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕 ) : nothing can dim the light that shines from within #🌹 ( 𝐍. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐕 ) : as endless as the ocean; as timeless as the tides #🌹 ( 𝐃. 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐊 ) : your mind is a weapon keep it loaded #🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : i love you like i've never felt pain #🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : your eyes look like coming home #🌹 ( 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 & 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 ) : i'm drowning in the thought of you #🌹 ( 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 & 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ) : learn me slowly ; please be patient with my pages #🌹 ( 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 & 𝐀𝐍𝐀 ) : you are the life to my soul #🌹 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ) : you are the most beautiful thing i kept inside my heart #🌹 ( 𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄 ) : show me all the scars you hide

[trashcanalienist]

#the worst part is that i know i'll get through this because it's been worse. in january and november and october and the whole first year. #simultaneously i feel 'why isn't it worse? it should be worse' and 'if i'll survive this month too then why can't it just be over already?' #i like to run from pain or so i say. but historically what i do instead is stay still and pretend i deserve it. i can't do that for this #this has broken me and everything else is coming back to devour me. if i don't drown in this black depth then i'll lose to something else #i know it. everything i am proud to be and everything i am and any courage and any pride and any confidence i have ever had #any ability to live and every strength within me. is all because of joey. #and now he's gone and i haven't felt his presence in over a year so i hope he's with paul wherever but. i am fracturing and dessicating and #falling completely to ashes and bones and fur and i can't take it. i always knew i wasn't meant to live long #(and the only ones who felt like i did thought as i did all followed that path before me - except joey. but now he's gone too. and i fear #but i won't say it) #and with this infinite emptiness now and everything else bearing down like a hurricane both past and present my wall is crumbling and i #i will drown for sure. i will. #nonsense #words i speak #joey jordison #in memoriam #miserable grief

[parameddic]

open rp.

"I dunno," he said, arms crossed and perhaps overly thrilled to have this story to share, "someone stole my jeans once." That was his hook, did they like his hook? He was smiling already, "I'd just moved here. I have one night with this guy, and he runs out on me, in my jeans, and holding his." And that was not to mention being shot, or that time someone had broken into his apartment, or the time he'd been kicked out of a cafe permanently for having too many weird drink orders (thanks, Dad). Austin was a pretty interesting city. Yknow?

"I had to go pay for the night in my boxers."

#ic #ksdjflskdjglkd #the next question 100% can be ''what did you Do?!?'' it will make me laugh that's. #what the 126 would say if they were within earshot #TK ft. weird stories. this and his random 'i once saved sb from drowning in snails' stories of being a paramedic

[jacksintention]

From time to time I think on the fact Jack kissed Alice's hand in veneration because it was the body Lacie left behind, but wouldn't dare nor want to touch Lacie herself for the same reason he kissed that hand, and it makes me want to set myself on fire

#'from time to time' as in 'several times every week' #But I think it's such a good summary of what happens with Jack when it comes to Lacie and his overall feelings for her #I find their dynamic so interesting and beautiful despite it all. Precisely because of it all #I feel like I'm drowning from withing all the time #Like I had my ribcage filled with water idk #I love them so much #So much of what I love is stained by this love #I see traces of this love everywhere I look #If I step on my shadow I'm stepping on them a little #Anyway... #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #I hate that I can't tag things anymore to organise things within my own blog without the posts appearing in the general tag #I wish I could still do that

[lepakonpaska]

god i've missed dating women (and will ramble more in the tags)

#it's just! so much easier so much more comfortable!!! #not in the way that i have difficulty being _attracted_ to men because. i do not. #but in the way that when i've gone on first dates with men we've met in some place far from my home and i've only given a vague description #of where in town i live #compared to how i went on a date with a woman yesterday and we discovered that we live one single street apart within the first five minutes #guess it's a mix of an automatic distrust in strange men and some really shitty experiences i've had with first dates with men in the past #also the date was so fun!! #we met in a church because it was raining so hard we had to find shelter #i looked like a pathetic drowned rat for the first hour because i didn't have an umbrella or a raincoat #and then we sat in a cafe for 4 hours talking nonstop about music and shows and growing up in a religious rural small town #and now we're exchanging videos of each others family cats and are gonna watch a certain pirare show together soon #and i just feel a lot less stressed than when dating men? #and there's just. a lot more to talk about #(also she is SO fucking pretty oh my GOD-) #personal

[tenacious-minds]

Transfem Stobin progress update: 10k!

#I decided to take a break from school #so I’ve moved from full time down to one class #that was fall/winter #so I’ll be working a lot more on fic 👀 #hoping to have this finished and posted within the next week #max 2 weeks with edits #stobin #fanfic #my writing #progress update #transfem steve harrington #steve harrignton #robin buckly #but I have my longer steddie WIP that I want to get moving on so I imagine this will get done pretty quick now that I’m #not drowning i school work

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#god. do u ever just look out at a landscape and think: there are layers and layers of history buried under that strip of sidewalk #creatures lived and died and lived and died and changed morphologically like a meandering river. into the sea back onto land #diverging and convering evolution. building changes through ever branching phylogeny. its crazy. literally unfathomable #it's so painfully clear rn that my astrobiolological interests are entangled in understanding how life works. i want to know the tiny #details. i want to look at traits across different branches within a phylum and understand where differences creep in and what we can learn #about the past from the present. i want. i want. i want a project where it doesnt feel like im bleeding myself dry. i want to produce data #that doesnt feel like its a symptom of a disease. i want to cultivate knowledge out of love. not in an effort to drown myself. not out of #some frantic Compulsion. i want to look up at the stars and not feel the weight of all the time i have to keep moving when im never going #fast enough. exhausting. but here i am again. spiralling. bc i spent all day drawing not reading even tho i was learning thru audio all day #slacker. an excuse. irrational. im self aware! and yet that doesn't seem to make things easier. never relaxed. always guilty. #sigh... my dad txted me that he missed me today. theyre up on that lake brimming with fossils and dead fish and broken glass. i wish i was #there too. watching fireflies and crawling around for algae and lichens. anyway i digress... i should find a phd project i say for the #thousandth time. maybe ill have the motivation now. maybe ive recovered enough i say like i didnt spontaneous burst into hysterical tears #Friday morning for no descenable reason. maybe. maybe. youll never kno if u dont try #unrelated

[unluckyuncle]

CROCUS AMONG US \\ THE TRUTH IS...

This was starting to get annoying. 

Donald had felt that he was managing his emotions pretty well all things considered. Yeah sure he was trapped in a weird world with absolutely no ducks, he didn’t have his houseboat, he was struggling to keep a job...

None of that really bothered him... 

...

Okay it bothered him a little bit. But he was making friends and trying to enjoy this worlds Christmas time, which to be fair it wasn’t much different than his own. Maybe the familiarity made it worse.

The homesickness, the loneliness. Whatever you want to call it. The stubborn duck wasn’t keen on admitting that he was feeling those things to himself. He might be a realist but he would still do his best to keep up some amount of positivity.

Was he lying to himself? Did it really matter?

He sat on the chilled docks looking over the frozen ocean waves. He thought maybe he could get out of the pollen dusted parks here. Even the beaches weren’t free of these flowers. Flowers that made him say things... think things that he would rather die than admit to.

Spread over his clothes were layers upon layers of duckweed. Primarily on his shoulders and back. He’d given up trying to scrape them off but he certainly couldn’t ignore it. Among the plants were little purple lotus buds. A few of them had begun to sprout on his arms, legs, and tail. It was uncanny. 

Something hurt inside of him. A constant sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach. Like an anchor was pulling him down further and further into the depths of the sea. He was drowning but he couldn’t stop it. 

These plants had a pull on him that he couldn’t describe, only that they hurt the longer he tried to silence them.

Maybe he was lying to himself about how he was feeling. Maybe he was just trying to hold it together just so that he could keep some semblance of normalcy. Was that really so wrong of him???

Was it really so bad that he pretended to be okay? The slowly creeping plants along his body seemed to suggest otherwise, along with the growing pain seeping through his veins.

Well fine then! If they want the truth, they’ll get the truth. He stood, beginning to walk along the frozen sandy beaches. 

So what if he was struggling? This wasn’t anything new. He’d been struggling for as long as he could remember. The only consistent thing in his life was how often HE HAD to struggle. 

Disaster after disaster had beaten him down every time he tried to fight back. Even when he let it happen it only got worse. There was no stopping the never ending chaos that ruled over his life.

It was hard enough to protect his family from it... tch. His family wasn’t even here right now and he was worried about them. He had been told that nothing would happen to them. He couldn’t trust that, frankly he had very little trust to give.

The pull of these flowers grew... what was the truth, Donald?

The truth... the truth was he wanted to be missed. He wanted them to notice he was gone for two months. He wanted them to be worried. He wanted to know he mattered enough to them that they would search for him. Its sounds selfish when you put it like that.  

It wasn’t that he couldn’t trust it... he just didn’t want to.

He wanted so many things in life. To feel safe, to be loved, to provide for his family. He would do anything for that, even putting himself at risk... he had done that multiple times too. But it still didn’t feel like enough. Why wasn’t he good enough?

The duckweed crept upon his skin as the lotus flowers opened their buds. That wasn’t the whole story. These flower knew that wasn’t it. 

He would always be the first to admit his faults. He had a tempter, he was stubborn, rarely accepted help from others, and was ridiculously clumsy. His luck or lack there of wasn’t something he could control. 

He was perfectly aware of these things, that’s why he went to therapy in the first place. He never wanted to be a parent but the triplets needed one; there wasn’t anyone else in their lives who could be that for them. He wanted to be a better person... why didn’t his family see that?  

At nearly every turn he was made the butt of the joke. Uncle Donald is this, Uncle Donald is that. Oh you’ve been wasting your life for so long why does it bother you now? Oh Donald, throwing a tantrum again. Let me just push you into a freezer so that we can get this over with. Stop being a downer and LET US go on the dangerous mission that will get us KILLED.

Life punishes him enough for just existing, why does his family do the same?

....oh. 

oh no

The purple lotus’ blooms in full. The duckweed stops spreading. The anchor has stopped sinking. The doubts, the questions, the lies. This is the truth of the matter. 

Seeds had been planted in the ducks mind. He never doubted that he was loved by his family. He couldn’t blame the boys at all, they were kids and he hid so many things from them that he wouldn’t expect them to understand. Did he hide it for his own security?

He was angry. Angry at Scrooge. A man who used him and sister to fund his own selfish desires. A man who is skilled in knowing how to find someone’s usefulness and turn it into a profit for himself without giving two cents about it. 

Della was just as bad as he was. She was always just the perfect adventurer for Scrooge. Every praise she received from him the more reckless she got.  Everyone just loved her so much. He loves her so much. 

The nights they spent together after one of them had a nightmare, comforting each other after a brutal adventure. There were very few people who truly understood him like she did. They were just a couple of dumb kids who wanted validation.

And yet, she still went on that rocket ship. She still disappeared. Even after he practically begged her to think about her kids. Oh, how selfish of him to want her to stay, to hold her back. It hurt sometimes to see her in her boys... in his boys. It made him sick to be mad at her, but the pain of denying it was worse right now. 

And there was Scrooge. When he couldn’t bring Della back, he shut out his nephew instead. Not that he was eager to speak to Scrooge at the time. They were both hurting. He had never had a life without her around, and now he’d lost his uncle to. The Uncle who he’d come to trust. 

What was Donald supposed to do? He was scared... he was alone. Was he not enough family for that man? 

The only thing he could do was better himself, keep going like life was all fine and dandy knowing perfectly well it wasn’t. He had to lie to keep the peace. He didn’t have a choice. The truth was just a burden, but that burden had only gotten bigger the longer he dwelled in his denial. 

He couldn’t ever hate his family. But he could accept the truth that they didn’t respect him like he needed them to. The truth of his resentment, the jealousy,  and the anger that he felt over and over again. It was hard enough to communicate as it was, let alone to his loved ones.

They are just as flawed as he was. But he felt betrayed, and it hurt so so much. He’d felt this for a long time, but he’d been looking at his family with rose colored glasses. He can still love them and accept the truth... He needed to separate his self worth from his family’s approval. 

These lies he’d told himself for so long could finally begin to heal. It was going to take a long time to do no doubt, but he wasn’t going to give up on himself. He was a stubborn duck after all, a duck with a big heart who needs to be loved in return.

The little duck had begun to make his way back to his little condo. The duckweed leaves gracefully falling off his shoulders, followed by the blossomed purple lotus’. they lay gently on the ground, satisfied with the truth.

Finally, the road to peace.

#- 🦆 Crocus Event - #tw: drowning mention #purple lotus flower: #self-awakening and balance within ourselves #he's fine though #every day I wish there was someone else from ducktales #old ic #( . musing . ) // i am the storm ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆ #( . donald duck . ) // the unluckiest duck in the world ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆

[agravaineoforkney]

It will always get to me that Arthur wins the prize for the world’s worst parent in Le Morte D’Arthur and then so many retellings go “what if :)) what if Mordred was evil because of his mom :)” I honestly don’t mind when Morgause gets written as evil per se, and I've written her as an anti-villain and a bad mom myself! I’m fine with her raising Mordred to hate Arthur or whatever, I think she’s right lmao. (In fact, if I remember correctly, one of the main things that first got me into Arthuriana was the promise of an evil mother and son duo?? I was so disappointed when I skimmed Le Morte D’Arthur and realized that none of that was in there.) But. I HATE when all the blame for Why Mordred Is the Way He Is gets thrown at her feet. Arthur literally attempted to drown his son in Le Morte D’Arthur. I don’t know how to break it to you, but I don’t think Mordred needs Morgause in order to hate Arthur. Arthur is perfectly capable of making Mordred hate him all by himself!

#Genuinely I am okay with Morgause being a terrible parent as long as you write Arthur as being as bad of a parent or worse #But I have never seen someone do that #Aside from me at age sixteen lmao #Like he attempted to DROWN his SON and we're out here yelling at Morgause??? #King Arthur #Morgause #Mordred #Arthuriana #Arthurian legend #Also why is it that these retellings are so sympathetic to Morgan and then revile Morgause #Even though they take on similar roles within the story #What is with that

[trashcanalienist]

#i was once upon a time taken to a very deep place and it was soft earth and safe darkness down there #pressure unbearable to mortal skin was a loving embrace to me. abstract warmth of the ancient grave. #i wish i was there every single day. #there's a redness to the filtered light you imagine which breathes with gentle words unspoken since the dawn of idiot intelligence #i think the sun is blue. harsh blinding and sometimes it carves into me and i feel like the trembling stumbling maggot that i am. #weak white flesh wobbling. from those words that took my hands within them - wawling indeed. #it is so shiveringly terrible to live here as one not alive. sometimes i am set into this state where i am scared of every thing that moves #in malicious ways. which is every thing the human filth have wrought upon the ground where my friends all lie. #too many people lost. the longer we live the more we lose. i live by the words and the voices of those no longer here #i was not supposed to be here. drowned a long time ago and i should have done more recovering penance in the earth's depths #the umbra calls to me. silver odd and fleeting. dappled shadows ringing like metal. if i must live then it should be in a cacophanous #reflection like that one. #i miss the sunflowers and the bright hot laziness i never experienced. those are the memories of my past or of the ghosts i've dragged with #me or simply something i've taken within myself without realizing. there were better days for the one who wasn't me. #i am so tired. #nonsense #words i speak #madnesses

[consciouschunkofmoss]

the amount of times ive come to tangle my thoughts of utena with a hora da estrela is very much worrying but also hey im having fun making these little analysis comparisons

you know its just something about a vessel who is so bare of its own self that is presented to be, innocently so with the childlike wonder that is to be given such a person seemingly lacking in personal life and any other upfront defining traits, such a raw culmination of an outsider experience where you can so easily miss the underlying bursts of vivid living and yearning for both the insignificantly small pieces of oneself crumbled in frigid hands putrid with the will of mere existence, and the extravagant bursting of any and all cloth that drapes their unknowingly burdened shoulders to the point of forceful and rigid transparency

#also also #to live in a world who despises yet also holds your existence highly in a systematic manner only making it so culture is found in solitude #and even then it can be more than often warped by your own past who has been tragically landed you onto the position of empty existence #living at the bare minimum as so to not die yourself and be made needlessly present in front of others #wasting away as little from your life essence to remain catatonically immortal upon personal lens tampered by the outside world #who you unknowingly still hold as your own to protect and take part in. even if through the pain of rejection #to desperately want to live for the others in your life while not noticing that altogether your presence is both #a catalyst of an imploding want to live by your own free will #while still strongly tying yourself to an anchor who might as well drown you before offering the comfort of a steady grown to step upon #you believe in what you cant truly see about humanity because others have said so many times it is worthy of housing such faith #and there is no doubt to be had #because you are also made to care so deeply and effervescently for what is only slowly leading to your demise #your will an courage twisted into so many façades by others (even your objects of affection) is the only leading factor to your being alive #and even if in macabéa's sense it comes to be much more abstract #there is still that emptiness in living for what you cannot even grasp at #to live for a concept from which never existed fully in the past while in direct contact with you #an never will once its held so highly above the reach of one who only holds the lonesome pleasure in living solely for the end result #empty of what defines their true being outside of the existing within their ultimate objectives #if their personal and intimate will crafted by outside forces is taken #what actually remains to be seen besides a carcass writhing in pain upon the raw touch of being without others to tread your path for you ?

[the-unrelated-theorist]

It may just be because it's late and I got up early and I've had a long, tiring day, but... I noticed a similarity.

#sans #undertale #possible inspirations #? #majora's mask #i would also like to point out that ben drowned is all about the player getting sucked into a game #and getting turned into a character within the game #dunno if toby's seen ben drowned but i think it's possible #given how many confirmed or apparent zelda references are in both undertale and deltarune #of course the last half of ben drowned only came out in 2020 #but the first half was from 2010 and had enough to it to explain that ben was a human who got turned into the effigy of link #which is an interesting parallel to both frisk and kris being the vessels for the player's SOUL #tbh even tho i came up with this idea i'll admit it's a stretch to say that ben drowned could have influenced unrelated #but it's still an interesting parallel

[blackwaxidol]

i have a jade succulent and for a while i have been letting my mother care for it because my perception of time is awful and unreliable, but a few days ago the stars aligned and i took a moment to really examine it...

and it is a good thing i did, because the bastard thing was screaming for its life with these floppy fucking skeletal-thin sunburnt leaves and stem and roots submerged in a generous 2-3 inches of murky soil water. what a nightmare...

#viktor.txt #i drained the excess water and within a day the leaves were already thicker. #they are still a little weak near the top but the bottom ones have improved posture. #talking about the leaves... i vaguely recall asking after them quite a while ago to my mother. #only now after manually confiscating it have i learned it was due to overwatering. #whatever. here is your encouragement. #if my succulent can live a year in a waterlogged plant pot... i don't know what analogy i am trying to make honestly. #my plant is no longer drowning. the end. #mm. after finishing draining the roots i have moved the plant to my room. #where it is not forced to exist 24/7 on a windowsill. #the base of the stem is completely scorched from the constant exposure to sunlight and the leaves are quite red in places.

[arolesbianism]

Starting a new oni save that's not a rime colony for the first time in forever and I am in agony how do y'all live like this (shaking and crying as it is forced to enter a mildly warm area for drekos)

#rat rambles #oni posting #also makes guiser taming more annoying but its ok I can manage #my main goal for this playthrough is to make more use of automation and spoms #my last one isnt necessarily being completely abandoned I just wanted to try getting off of rime for a bit #I miss the hypothermia pop ups every five seconds but on the bright side I dont have to worry abt my water supply freezing #Im also trying some other new things and just trying to be more ambitious in general #I managed to force myself to upgrade my bathrooms within the first 50 cycles are you proud of me #I also am making better use of hydro whatever farm plots for my obligatory bristleberry farm #thoroughly enjoying the lessened dupe labor even if it puts a bit more pressure on my initial water supply #I do have a steam vent and a salt water guiser nearby tho so Im not particularly worried #mainly Im just figuring out how I wanna go abt cooling it #my salt water guiser is right by a tundra biome with a cooling machine right inside it so I could attempt to use that #but from my multiple attempts to utilize that thing it's a bit hard to use for liquid cooling #I also think I might build my spom in that same biome so idk #I do have a second tundra biome thats also right next to the saltwater biome but Im trying to preserve it best I can to wildfarm sleet weat #I have also made the laziest drowning chamber I could manage and its called building my hatch ranch over my water tank #plus a critter sensory autosweeper and conveyor loader #it does overkill a lil every time it activates but its ok Im lazy enough to live with it #I also have some pacu and a crab in there so its a whole party in there #this is also going to be my first time having sanishells once I get an egg #not going to properly ranch them tho I kind of just took one to use as a trash can for my early polluted dirt #also Im glad I was able to get onto bristle berries as a primary food source quickly this time around #Im not going to go crazy expanding it for now since I have a couple other crops Im planning on getting going soon as well #mainly lettus and sleet wheat once I find some pips #then I can have early frost burgers if I want. I wont since I havent found any natural gas vents yet but y'know #speaking of oh 4 natural gass vents all near eachother on my last save how I miss you you made power so easy #on the bright side Ill have an oil biome that isn't filled with solid oil this time lol #I should rly make some actual use of oil this time around #hey who knows maybe Ill get far enough to make a sour gas boiler (lying)

[ilsanslut]

MEN who cum so much that it damn near bloats your tummy by the time he’s emptied his balls inside of you. a majority of the reason he cums so much is that he doesn’t jack off often. after all, why should he when he has you around to fuck his stupidly thick cock into and pump you with rope after rope of his hot cum instead? it’s heavy, it’s thick, and it’s opaquely white with the consistency of liquid cream—like melted vanilla ice cream. you always feel so delightfully full by the time he’s emptied himself into you. every time he pulls out of you, your hole always clenches around nothing, trying desperately to keep what you can inside, but it’s near impossible. there's just so much of it that you can’t help but have it leak out of you—thick, milky, steaming globs rolling down the creases of your nethers in a disgustingly lewd fashion—one that he couldn’t get enough of. that’s fine by him, though; after all, it just gives him the excuse to go round after round, fucking his cum so deep into you that you wouldn’t even dream of it dribbling out of you.

sometimes, you just have to wrap your lips around his fat balls that are practically gurgling with his virile seed, twitching in your mouth as he makes you work for your 'reward'. don’t even get me started on when he fucks your throat. his cock is so big, so monstrously thick, that your jaw begins to ache within seconds of wrapping your lips around him. he has to ease you through it as his massive cock nearly suffocates you and stuffs your tiny throat full.

“yeah, that’s it, angel.” he drawls as he languidly thrusts into your mouth, feeding you inch after inch of his heavy mass. “that’s it, take it, sweetness. you can do it. you’re my good little cockslut, aren’t you? haah, shit. you hungry for my cum? wanna feel it pumping down your throat and into your pretty tummy? yeah? oh fuck, baby. you drive me insane.”

not to mention, he’s a head pusher. he doesn’t want you to spill a single drop when he finally comes undone, holding you by the back of your head against the fine hair of his pelvis and drowning you in his light, masculine scent. his taste isn’t bad either. it tastes nothing like strawberries or anything, but it is oddly enjoyable in that the saltiness is just right—not overbearing, but not so much that you want to spit it out. god forbid you waste a single drop.

“oh? looks like you’ve made a mess, baby.” he says as he thumbs the creamy substance at the corner of your swollen brims to push back into your panting maw.

“don’t worry, angel. there’s plenty more where that came from.”

kaiser michael. NAGI SEISHIRO. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. shoei barou. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. CHIGIRI HYOMA. MIKAGE REO. SHIDOU RYUSEI. NANAMI KENTO. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. sukuna. GOJO SATORU. mahito. WRIOTHESLEY. zhongli. neuvillette. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. RAGNVINDR DILUC. tighnari. scaramouche/wanderer. HEIZOU. xiao.

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