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The favourite Pokémon of my partner and I. I haven’t had the motivation to write but some water colour has always been another hobby of mine.

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I’m still waiting for this moment

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A sneak peak to something new I’m working on~

Warnings for hints of death and implied non-consensual touching and further r@pe.

Totally not dead, just old, tired, and busy all the time

Odysseus couldn’t believe he had made it this far. He had lost all five hundred of the men he had called his brothers to some of the worst fates possible, fought monsters that would haunt his dreams till his dying days, and dealt with immortals who saw him as nothing more than a plaything. The most recent was the goddess Calypso, who sought to keep him with her as a lover; she was worse than Circe and her transformative magic. While the witch dropped her seduction act when he showed no interest in her as a woman, Calypso wouldn’t take no for an answer and held her goddess status over his head.

In the nights he would wake up screaming from the nightmares, remembering the heat of the Cyclop's breath washing over him and the feeling of seawater trying to drown him, she would be there trying to comfort him. It wouldn't take long for the warm hands that rubbed over his shoulders in a mocking attempt to comfort his pain to slide further down his body as he was forcefully pulled back into the warm embrace.

He was so close to ending it all, standing at the tallest cliff edge and looking out into the raging sea below, completely ignoring the calls of Calypso behind him. He could almost hear the calls of his former crewmates calling out to him with their own shared agony, screaming their hatred to the man who left them to be devoured, drowned, and destroyed. He was amazed that his skin wasn’t painted crimson for all the deaths he had caused. The touch on his back was too much as he began to cry, his voice growing higher in pitch and volume, and warm rivulets running down his face. He was so desperate to end all the pain that he looked to the sky. Before he could scream to the thunderclouds for Zues to strike him down, an owl crossed through his vision. The bird looked golden in color and he swore that it was staring back at him, reminding him of a certain someone... and the wordless scream transformed into a name he never thought he would say again.

“Athena!!!!!!!”

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“Wake up… Odysseus…. Wake up….” The melodic voice of Calypso did have the same infecting cheeriness that he was sick of hearing but almost sounded remorseful. He was more confused when he felt warm droplets hit his skin and opened his eyes to meet tear-filled ones. The goddess stood over him with her arms wrapped around herself and looked like she had been crying long before she came to wake him

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guys, in regards to reading comprehension, if it's something you struggle with — read the whole thing. If it's something you don't struggle with, yes you do — read the whole thing.

don't respond or comment or whatever before you have read the whole thing.

The number of times I've gotten responses from people who clearly didn't read beyond the first few sentences of what I wrote is genuinely staggering. Think about it: if you don't have time to read someone else's thoughts, why should anyone take time to read yours? Communication is a two-way street.

Take your time reading. It's okay if you have to take time. You don't need to be 100% ready with a response right away, ever, in real life convos or online. You are allowed to take the time you need to absorb information and develop a response. Anyone who says otherwise is an asshole.

If you have a physical copy of something, highlighting or underlining is extremely helpful. There's even studies that show that you take in more information if you're holding a pen in your hand, as if to take notes. Also, TAKE NOTES! It's fun and extremely helpful.

If you don't have a physical copy, try highlighting with your mouse or your keyboard as you read. It makes you slow down and absorb what you're reading. Highlight a sentence at a time, and move forward sentence to sentence. There are even programs that allow you to do this with any running text. It's usually called focus mode.

TL;DR read the whole text before you respond to something, for the love of spiders georg

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A little background as to why the Markiplier fandom is panicking about The Edge of Sleep.

So YEARS ago. Mark was in a podcast called The Edge of Sleep, which was adapted into a TV series... Which was never released

Until

Mark made a movie adaptation of a video game, Iron Lung. He's put all his energy into this film, directing, producing, editing, even starring in it. the movie is done, and he's working to get it released in theaters.

We, the public don't know why, but we know that some doors have been locked on the release of Iron Lung, however some big wigs somewhere have promised that if his popularity alone can put Edge of Sleep in the TOP TEN a lot of doors will open for Iron Lung. He wasn't allowed to even say where it would premiere, nor was it advertised AT ALL

So now, Edge of Sleep has shadow dropped on Amazon Prime in the US. Three days BEFORE they even told Mark it would air. In order to get this man's work out in theaters this thing has to get to the top ten by word of mouth alone.

So. Watch Edge of Sleep! It's an apocalyptic horror. There are some mild gore warnings (blood, knife mutilation, brain dissection, self harm). Even if you can play it in the background and let it run just so it gets views thatd be helpful.

Stick it to the Hollywood Bigwigs! Show them YouTubers can have an audience! Open some doors for creative people trying to show their work to a bigger audience!

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Help from the #mcyt-gt vore community

Ok so I’m well aware we all know the issue with Wilbur Soot and him not being the person we hoped he would, I get that.

But there was a time I wrote a story about the Minecraft persona called Protection? And a now deactivated tumblr user called sneky-snak made some gorgeous fan art for a specific moment for it. I tried to look back through my previous likes and reblogs and can’t find it on my side.

If anyone still has it in their likes/reblogs could they share it with me, it was one of the first ever fan art made for my stories and it holds a fond spot for me.

Thank you to those who will try!

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Bite-Sized Bats 1

So after who knows how long it's been, I'm finally making a comeback to writing again and it's for a new fandom, the DC universe! I hope everyone enjoys this first part of a series I am doing with Batman and Superman at its center. Of course, do not share this to the main fandom tag, and if you send me hate messages, do get a better hobby.

Warnings: Soft vore, implied character death, injuries, strong language.

Life in Gotham was never easy; the local populace was constantly infighting between the rich and lower class; villains and heroes caused property damage almost daily; and even the city atmosphere had an air of despair hanging around it. It was rare that a new building would stay pristine before it quickly ‘broke in’ as the city accepted it, robbery being the most common form. The normal citizen would always need to walk with both eyes and ears open, or else they would be robbed, killed, or used in a hostage situation by one of the many villain groups. Life in Gotham was tough, but somehow people managed to do it.

The other aspect of Gotham life that didn't help keep things easy was the secondary caste system that labeled everyone as either Predator, Standard, or Prey. A predator was a metahuman with enhanced senses and instincts like that of their categorization; they were a predator wearing a human mask, with mannerisms that caused the other casts to be wary of their very presence. They also have a dangerous ability to produce a strong pheromone when they enter a hunting state, having a major impact on prey castes and only affecting standards if the predator is especially strong or ravenous. It wasn’t uncommon that before the modernization of society, predators would actively hunt the other two groups for both sustenance and sport; now it happens rarely due to the work of the Gotham police. One would be a fool to think that it still didn’t happen behind closed doors and paid off hands, however. A predator takes full control of the prey or weakened standard when they shrink them down, especially in the case they decide to swallow them. This is done as a means to gain sustenance in an especially cruel manner, or in some worse situations, a predator has full control over their digestive system to create a living prison.

A prey is a metahuman that is almost indistinguishable from the Standard but is heavily influenced by a predator's pheromones, forcing them to become frantic and compress in size to hide/escape from the threat. This may have been advantageous when there were hiding places in the outdoors, but it would have almost become a death sentence if the city wasn’t so cluttered. Prey have also grown to be as difficult or unappealing to consume as possible, their anatomy changing to look as similar to predators as possible or to have a more lanky appearance to hide the hidden muscular system in their body. These metahumans are built to move and escape from any potential predation, so they excel in more athletic and sport-related career fields to keep their skills fresh, but it was too easy for a predatory manager to decide to thin his team and write it off as,’ They decided to pursue a different career path’.

The standard is, as the name itself states, they’re a human that can’t produce a predator's pheromones or be as easily influenced by them as a prey is. They sit in the middle ground as they usually can’t compete with the hyper-competitiveness of the predator while also lacking the physical abilities to compete with prey, leaving them to balance between the two sides without being attacked by either, almost acting as the mediator between the two. This wasn’t always the case as there would forever be bad blood between the two, and even a standard human could find themselves being shrunk or faced with the savagery of a cornered prey. 

But there is a glimmer of hope when a Predator decides to act against their nature and becomes the silent hero of Gotham, becoming both a symbol of hope for all three casts and an annoyance for those who seek the old ways or pure chaos.

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Bruce sighed as he adjusted the black tie at his neck, both loosening and tightening it as his mind continued to wander. This event was supposed to act as a memorial for the passing of his parents as well as a means to raise funds to end the predator-on-prey violence charity he started ages ago, but he can’t help but think back to that fateful night down crime alley...

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh as he ran about the alleyway with his arms spread wide and spinning about; he wanted to be just like the superhero in the movies. He looked back at his parents with a hopeful smile. "Do you think I could be a hero too, even if I’m a prey?”

He remembered the look his parents shared before his father leaned down and ruffled his hair with a soft smile: "Well, we may not be like the superheroes on screen, but we are heroes to our fellow prey. By being at the top of the social ladder as we are, we beat out those predators and stand as a shining example for our people.”

His father was smiling so brightly when he finished that statement, it made Bruce’s heart sore with happiness... But a subtle smell caught his nose and caused both him and his parents to freeze. Bruce couldn’t even open his mouth before he was pulled behind his father and into the protective grasp of his mother, but it didn’t stop the smell from growing stronger. It was an almost heavy smell, full of musk and a sour smell of breath, which sent his hair to stand on end... This was the smell of a predator.

“Damn Wayne Family... stupid prey not knowing their place... even with all your money... I’ll show you where you belong on the food chain.” Stepping out of the shadows was a disheveled man; his clothes and physical appearance likened him to a coyote, a lurking predator that excelled in the city's darkened alleyways. He bared his teeth in a predatory smile that oozed hatred while the air started to grow thick with a sickly sweet smell.

Bruce’s father tried to pull out a handheld air purifier (a handy device that attempted to ward off a predator's pheromones), but the man tackled him to the ground before he could. His mother couldn’t help but scream at the sight before her, unfortunately causing her to breathe in deeply, which she realized as she turned and shoved Bruce toward the entrance as her body started to convulse. "Brucie... Run baby... and don’t stop til you get home!”

Bruce froze as his eyes traveled over his mother’s shoulder to see the man standing up with his shrunken father in his hands, squeezing him tightly as he laughed loudly, ”How do you like that Wayne, being put in your rightful place… I’m going to do that to your bitchy wife and bratty son too~” He lifted his father upwards and opened his mouth wide, Bruce turned and started to run as fast as he could. He stumbled slightly as his own body started to shake from his own exposure to the pheromones, feeling tears roll down his face and he fell and scraped his knees, staining the pants he and his mother worked so hard to pick out to match his father's.

He turned at the sound of his mother’s scream and cried harder at the sight, his mother's pearl necklace had been ripped from her neck and the white orbs were sent flying across the alleyway all while she was rapidly shrinking like his father. The Predator was standing over her form cackling as he watched her shrink, saying something that Bruce forced himself to block out as he got back to his feet and ran out of the alleyway, trying to blink away tears as his mother's screams grew fainter. He stumbled again as his body tried to stop the shrinking, but his training was done in a safe setting with a predator his family trusted, but this was real and the effect much stronger.

“Oooh Wayne Bratt…..Where did you go??”

Bruce froze at the crooning voice of the predator, he needed to hide because he couldn’t run anymore at his now tiny size. He looked for the best hiding space he could and dove into an opening formed by a collapsed building, hoping to find safety in the rubble and trash. He burrowed his way deeper into the debris and dirt hoping to hide his terrified scent and hide anything that would stand out, especially his crisp white button-down that Alfred worked so hard to iron. He made his way to a wall and curled tightly against it, using the small opening made by a water-wilted box to keep an eye out for his hunter… just when he thought he could relax and think he could think of a plan to get home… the voice came again.

“Are you here Bratt, this is the closest place a prey could get to at your size, you think I won’t smell you out, all you rich trash smell the same..” He couldn’t see the man yet but he could feel the small tremor of the man’s steps…. Almost as if he was in the dinosaur movie his father sometimes watched that had the T-rex and its booming steps….he wondered if this is how that goat felt. A shadow fell over his box and Bruce just closed his eyes to accept what was coming… he couldn’t fight or run anymore…but at least he would be with his parents.

But something else happened.

“Damn Bats…Rats with wings!!” The shadow moved away as a flurry of squeaks filled the air and the man left the building,” Damn kid probably isn’t here…” The muttering grew fainter as the man moved on, leaving Bruce in total disbelief…

It wasn't until a few hours later that a worried Alfred went to leave the manor to search for the missing Waynes and he stumbled upon a very disheveled Bruce just outside the manor grounds. The boy somehow managed to make it back though he looked like he'd been drugged through hell, and when he got the sob-filled story from the boy, the older man couldn’t help but think he did. Alfred knelt and pulled the boy to his chest, ignoring the smell of filth, and had to stop a protective growl at the scent of a predator on his young master.

“Come on Master Bruce, let's get you a bath drawn and I’ll set you up in your parent's room for the night.”

He tried to pull his arms away, but when the boy's arms tightened around his neck, Alfred sighed and resigned himself to lift the young master into his arms. He slowly began to walk back towards the manor as he listened to the boy's muffled sobbing, he liked working for the Waynes, even with the fact he was also a predator. He would take his own time to grieve the loss later but for now, he needed to focus on the boy he also viewed as a surrogate son, the young master will need a lot of help for this trama but he would see to it that all of Thomas’s and Martha’s work would not be in vain. 

His eyes were drawn upwards as a group of bats darted around overhead as they chased the midnight insects, he was oddly drawn to them.

~

“You’re going to wear out the fabric of that tie, Master Bruce, are you trying to start a fire with it, That really would put on a show for those stuck-up predators out there.” Bruce jumped slightly when Alfred appeared behind him in the mirror, the older man smiling softly up at him as he moved around him, gentle hands reaching up to fix the tie to perfection.

“You are truly a skilled man Alfred; I would never have defeated that horrible thing.” Bruce couldn’t help but crack the joke as the older man huffed in disappointment, but enjoyed the comforting feeling of the man’s warm hands as they brushed away any wrinkled or speck of dust he must have missed when he pulled on the suit. “I’ll be fine Alfred, I’ll deal with those predators trying to intimidate me into making deals or threaten to eat me with the hors d’oeuvres we will be serving tonight... What do you think I would go best with?”

Alfred could only huff as he turned away to check his attire for any blemishes,” For the bullheaded attitude like to take up with me and the villains you face... You would pair best with a toasted crostini with whipped goat cheese and pesto while you act as the sliced tenderloin, but you will not be on the menu tonight, Master Bruce.” The elder gentleman then turned to leave the room, pausing just enough to slightly ruffle the younger man's hair before he fully left, his voice echoing in the halls as he directed other staff to their roles for the night.

Bruce huffed as he tried to smooth his hair, ”What kind of butler ruffles his master’s hair.”

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Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

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I appreciate the belief and I wouldn't mind writing for them once I get out of my block of just writing academic papers

Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I wanted to know if you have gotten into hermitcraft yet *smiley face* Not tryna force you or anything, but I hope you're doing okay. :D

I have dabbled a bit into hermitcraft, fan of Grian and Scar in the one soulmate video. But definitely not enough to do anything with.

I have been doing the best I can, I'm about to graduate with my master's next month so I have been very stressed and away from Tumblr.

But it is good to hear from you and I hope your doing good as well!

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Hey, I know we haven't talked in a bit, but I wanted to know if you have gotten into hermitcraft yet *smiley face* Not tryna force you or anything, but I hope you're doing okay. :D

I have dabbled a bit into hermitcraft, fan of Grian and Scar in the one soulmate video. But definitely not enough to do anything with.

I have been doing the best I can, I'm about to graduate with my master's next month so I have been very stressed and away from Tumblr.

But it is good to hear from you and I hope your doing good as well!

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Can wwe get some headcanons about the beating the house au?

Okay so I haven't been here for so long and I'm starting to lose interest in the DSMP community but I can provide the ideas I had in mind for this story and where I wanted it to continue if I went back to it.

Headcanons:

-It follows the same universe as the House always wins and Unintended Deal as Quackity references back to Wilbur being a pain to swallow. The Second part would also happen before Unintended Deal.

-The shrinking potion is a modded-in feature that could be traded with witches if you threw any type of spider eye, any mushroom, or rotten flesh at them. There was only a small chance this would result in the witch trading or them attacking the player so it was a hard item to collect as to craft it you would need items from the banned End.

I had planned for the second part to involve Quackity and Wilbur having a major fight with one another while Tommy got jostled around and had a mild panic attack because everything would be too loud and everyone speaking over him while he screamed within.

For some reason, Tommy would be released and while the two were still fighting, Dream would come in and take him to be "played " with.

This would lead Quackity and Wilbur to form an uneasy alliance to get Tommy back and scare Dream off

It would end with Tommy being both relieved and Pissed at both of them but would turn to Wilbur in the end for comfort, but not without making a joke about the two kissings again.

The story ends with Tommy being stored by Wilbur before the man picks up a guitar and softly sings until the boy falls asleep.

This is probably where the au would have naturally ended.

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champion of overthinking

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Hope you're doing well, and if so, could you write about giant!ranboo encountering tiny sbi+tubbo with some nom action and possible fear play? Up to you whether it's safe or not

Thank you for asking! I am extremely busy with my last few weeks of class and in the process of moving but when I get the chance I will expand past this preview I pecked up.

Giant ranboo &sbi +tubo

“The woods are dangerous boys, there are monsters and fae that roam the woods looking for easy prey to snatch away to never be seen again, you can't go beyond the stone wall that surrounds the house.” Phil looked down harshly at his four boys, two biological and the rest taken on throughout the years, but he loved all of them equally. Each pair of eyes that shined in shades of crimson, brown, blue, and green looked up to him in childhood innocence and mixed heritage that made him with his hypocrisy. He was a man who had children with a fae and took on halfbreds, but he was determined to keep them safe from the world around them.

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“ You must understand that humans are nothing but a food source to us, but one we can only enjoy when they enter our forest unprotected,” Ranboo felt his ears tilt downwards as his guardian sniffed around an old hut,” if they have fae blood in them due to being a halfbreed-” The loud sound of a shriek cut through the words as his guardian pulled a what looked to be a human woman from the wreckage. On closer inspection, he could see that bright red roses were curling around the woman's arms and hair, the thorns trying vainly to slice at the giant fingers holding her,” you can gain a boost to your abilities.” Ranboo had to turn away as he heard the woman one last scream before his guardian swallowed her whole. He wanted to whimper as the acid-green eyes focused on him behind the mask they always wore,” You will need to do this, or else you would be weak.”

Ranboo tilted his ears downwards as his mentor drew closer and crooned sweetly into his face,” We must feast on their fear as we feed on their flesh~”