Hello!
If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?
There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?
OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts
No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:
This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.
Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning
Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.
And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate..
But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!
Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)
This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that
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it's wild finding out about wysiwyg software and trying to find a modern version that isn't an Adobe product (or some subscription thing like WordPress or squarespace) and hearing so much whining about how you can't make a good website with it and how you should learn how to code like a real man or whatever
The rude attitudes are extra telling because absolutely nobody seems to be able to consider the idea of making a web page for FUN and experimentation as opposed to bare functionality and corporate use or whatever I guess. I guess everyone has forgotten how to have fun on the internet
Meanwhile I feel like this could enable my stupid ass to make some more fun and experimental web pages without feeling like bashing my face into my monitor because coding is really hard for me to grasp outside of the bare basics
Its wild no web design tutorial mentions it as an option for beginners! I don't have time this weekend to try anything out but in the future I'll post about my findings on the subject, I think I have an idea of where to start but I'd it doesn't work out for me I'll see about getting old school frontpage to work for me (I might do that anyway just for fun)
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The stream of the new liquid being pumped down your throat doesn't stop, even once you're pliant again. The tentacle in your mouth continues to pump it down your throat, the taste almost addicting with how sweet it is.
The new eggs are indeed equal to two normal ones. Each time on passes through your cervix, a stretches, but you've long grown used to it. Your stomach is so large now you can't even think of moving. With how large its gotten it would seem like even the tentacles would struggle with just getting you up on your legs. Not it'd ever happen, considering how willingly you are to sit amongst the tentacles.
When the time comes to lay the new, larger clutch, it'll take you more effort. These eggs are larger and they require more energy to push. A single egg takes you much longer to push than the smaller eggs. And the tentacles don't seem patient, having gotten used to you laying the eggs whilst they pump new eggs into you. So while you're only on laying the third egg, the tentacles opt to speed things up. The ones outside your body press down on your belly, applying pressure. Any noises of protest or trying to wiggle away is stopped as the aphrodisiac is near flooded down your throat by the tentacle in your mouth, forcing you to swallow and any thoughts of resisting melting away.
The tentacles continue to push down on your belly, forcing you to lay the larger eggs continously. When you cum its more intense and the slick allows the eggs to slip out of your cunt in a constant stream. Your cunt is stretched wide, not getting a single break as you continue to lay the eggs. The new larger eggs are pumped into you quickly, matching how quickly the eggs are coming out of you.
Once you're done laying, the tentacles finally move away from your belly, no longer pressing down on it. Oddly, another tentacle joins the old on in your mouth and begins to pump down the same liquid the other one is. More want, more need overtakes you. You need to be an incubator for these eggs. You need to be as big as possible. You need to heavier. You need more, more, more, more.
More tentacles join the others in your cunt, not swapping out. They begin to pump the larger eggs into you as well, making your belly swells even faster. The tentacles responsible for giving you the liquid that allows your skin to stretch and your womb to stretch are back as well. Pumping and moving in tandem with the eggs being laid in your stuffed womb, keeping you out of pain.
It seems your laying of the larger eggs got them excited, puppy. I hope you're ready for your largest clutch yet.
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i get used to the feeling of being constantly dazed from the liquid, to the point where I don’t even remember that it’s not normal. im so happy and comfortable like this, swollen so big, getting a little bigger with each passing minute.
the tentacles don’t seem to lay as fast when im not laying, so the growth is slower, but it’s so pleasing feeling my cervix stretch around each egg that I forget any fear I had about their size and just moan at each one popping into my womb, forcing the other eggs to shift to make room and my stomach to stretch even further. any thought of trying to leave is long gone, and any possibility of even walking to a different part of the cave or even just changing positions is gone too.
i don’t expect the struggle that comes with laying these new eggs. im groaning as i push twice as hard as id usually have to, just for one egg to make it halfway out of my cunt. the tentacles wait at first, but i feel the exact moment they decide im taking too long, the ones in my cunt moving to stretch it out more and the ones on my belly being joined by even more and pushing down.
i cry out, but I don’t even get to try to move before the tentacle in my mouth starts pouring its liquid down my throat full force, immediately making my head fuzzy, the only coherent thought the need to push and lay like a good incubator.
eggs are being forced out of my womb one behind the other, my cervix barely getting a second between each stretch, my cunt not granted any of that same mercy as i push, each egg that pops out being followed by another right behind it. cumming only speeds it up, forcing more eggs out at once, so the tentacles start stimulating my tdick too as the tentacles finally start laying new eggs.
by the time im done, i can’t think at all. im not just pliant, im completely limp in the tentacles surrounding me. the new tentacle in my mouth doesn’t particularly change that, but it returns some thoughts to my head: insistent ones, telling me I’m not big enough, that I need to be a good incubator and take more eggs and get bigger.
i listen, whining and trying to plead through a full mouth for more. the tentacles listen, multiple others shoving into my cunt and through my cervix while the liquid one joins them, my belly being covered in more of the slime, eggs being pumped through my cervix multiple at a time, belly stretching faster than ever before.
if i wasn’t so dumbed down, id realize I’m far more egg than person by now, my womb swollen to overtake the rest of my body, my sole purpose to carry and lay the tentacles eggs. you could tell me that, but in my current state I think it would only make me want to stay like this, to keep getting bigger, to fulfill my purpose as well and as much as I can.
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