#planting the seeds

[alienpossession]

Blake stopped by a convenient store to grab some additional drinks requested by his frat bros when he texted them that he got the drinks and on his way back to the frat house. It was 5 hours ago and the last time he ever informed anyone.

Everything went normally at first. Blake cruised through town enjoying the breezy evening air as he rolled down the window of his car while listening to some trap music. But then, something caught his attention. Some strong smell that somehow intrigued him. He abruptly stopped his car and then start to walked out from it as he plunged deeper into the woods, his thick sweater and the rest of his clothes taken off without any regards whatsoever in the process, revealing his hot, lithe body.

The phone in his pocket rang, but he paid no attention, his mind clouded and weakened by this incredibly alluring scent. He violently broke branches and leaves as he burrowed through the wilds, his skin were scratched and scarred as he continued to push through the bushes, feeling his body become more and more excited.

From behind the bushes, his target finally appeared - a sinuous large plant that seemed to be not from this planet. The pheromones released by the plant drizzled in the air like fine rain. He could not wait any longer - his shorts, underwear and shoes flew to the ground. He reached his hand straight towards the flower and took a deep breath of this aroma and his brain turned off completely, he fell to the ground in a full orgasm. His body shuddered and he fell silent, plunging into an incredibly vivid dream.

The plant seemed to be waiting for this, its branches quickly sensing a new victim as its clung to Blake's body from all sides, hiding him from prying eyes. One of the small pods at the base of the plant twitched and changed color. It began to grow.

This went on for several hours, the only thing that broke the silence was the ringing tone of the phone, to which no one reacted. Sometimes the body entwined with branches moaned in a dream, trying to resist, but the branches only tightened more and penetrated deeper into his insides, sucking out his memory and life energy.

The pod had grown to the size of the body next to it as the next stage began. Its top split open, the cracks widening and spreading throughout the pod. A white liquid gushed out from inside and the pod itself opened completely.

Blake, or a perfect copy of it, came out from it. He opened his eyes, raised his right hand and focused on the plant. He examined the plant several times, and then touched his body with his palm. A smile broke out on his face as he ran his entire hand across his abs, feeling the fluid-covered skin tighten.

The surge of strength was endless and all-encompassing. He lifted his torso up and sat down, feeling the tension in his abdominal muscles. Then he tried to flex the muscles in his arms, the veins bulging under his skin as he curled his palm into a fist. The feeling was amazing.

He got up and stood up. Uncertain at first, Blake's muscle memory filled him quickly. A minute later, he was standing on the ground as confidently as any other person. He touched the plant that gave birth to him and smiled, the plant responded to him in return and wrapped one of the branches around his arm.

The phone rang again, and with a quick glance he found Blake's shorts, went over and pulled the unfamiliar thing out of pocket. He looked at it in bewilderment for only a few seconds, and then pressed the right button and leaned it against his ear.

- Blake, is that you?

He cast a quick glance at the motionless body covered with twigs and leaves next to him and did not answer.

- Blake?

- Yes it's me. I'm Blake.

He smiled.

- Where are you disappearing to? The party should already start, but we're waiting for you.

- I'm lost. In the forest. I will be there soon.

- Hurry up.

The voice on the phone is gone.

Blake stared at the body lying on the ground, and a sinister smile bloomed on his face.

- I'll hurry, Blake.

He did not want to leave his plant, but his mission was more important. Before leaving, he tore off a few seeds and small pods and put them in his pocket.

This is going to be a wild party.

So this is a story from a follower that I tweaked a little here and there. I guess I'll make this a series called "planting the seeds". Wait for more updates about this!

[alchemyofmaya]

The lies and glamour of the new age spirituality movement will have you focused on all the wrong things. While you focus on love and light, affirmations of more self-worship, when you are too distracted on manifesting through the law of attraction instead of releasing the illusions of the third dimensional material realm. When you think enlightenment is just meditation, crystals and yoga.. focused on existing through the mind. The deceit of the ego mind runs deep, this work has been million of years in the making, this ascension is predestined. Beware of the False Light Ascension matrix. There are levels to this evolution.

‘And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another. Then many false prophets will rise up and deceive many. (Matthew 24:10,11)’

Your Higher Self is your only guide, beware of the false prophets, the new age spiritual gurus, if it is not bringing you closer to the Creator of it all, it’s an illusion of the Maya Matrix. Be the Glitch. Unplug yourself.

[allthewritem0ves]

Gene Driscoll: A Green Eggs and Ham Story

Chapter Two: Pam-I-Am: International Woman of Twistery

Ten months had passed since Gene and Melanie lost Lana. Melanie had managed to walk from the chair to the sofa on the other side of the living room without having to use the coffee table for assistance.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie!”, Gene exclaimed, hugging his daughter.

Melanie giggled happily.

Gene had tears pouring down his face. Both out of happiness for his little girl and sadness since Lana couldn’t be here for this momentous occasion.

He kisses his daughter on the cheek. “Daddy loves you, Mellie.” Then he nuzzles her forehead against his own.

Melanie coos.

Just then the phone rings.

With his daughter in his arms, Gene picks up the receiver and answers, “Driscoll here.”

“Yes. Mr. Driscoll? We need you to come to HQ today. We have a new assignment for you.”

Gene looks at his daughter in his arms. He knew he’d have to find someone to look after her while he was gone. If he goes on his next mission (should he choose to accept it), he couldn’t bring his daughter along. Hopefully, his list of people in mind will be available.

“Alright. I’ll be there”, he says and then hangs up.

“Now, who’s gonna watch Melanie while I’m out?”

——

Gene had his neighbor Ms. Garrison watch Melanie as he drove to the Dooka’s palace. As he parked and got out of his car, he noticed someone pull up on a dirt bike. When they removed their helmet. he saw that the biker was a woman. Somehow she was able to stuff her entire beehive hairdo into that helmet.

The biker woman noticed Gene staring at her. “Excuse me?”

“Yes?”

“You were just staring at me.”

“I know. I'm sorry.” He shuts the door and continues walking.

The biker runs up to him. “Hold on a sec. I’m not trying to be antagonistic. Hope I didn’t come across that way.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” He holds his hand out. “My name’s Gene. Gene Driscoll.”

The woman shakes his hand and says her name. “Pam-I-Am.”

“Pam-I-Am?”, Gene repeats. “That’s an original name.”

“My mom, rest her soul, was an original person. Kinda funny since my name rhymes with her mother’s.”

“Was her name Cam by chance?”

“No. Sam.”

“Ah. Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Pam-I-Am, but I really must be going. I have some business with the Dooka.”

Pam chuckles. “That’s funny. I do too.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

Gene looks her up and down for a hot second. Just from his assessment, he came to the conclusion, “You seem pretty young to be a secret service agent. No offense.”

“It’s fine. I’m actually a…”, she paused. Then she motions him to come closer so she can whisper something to him. “I’m actually a spy.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” She pulls a card out of her utility belt and hands it to Gene.

It read:

-

Pamela-I-Amela

International Woman of Twistery

Spy Elite HQ

-

“Wow. That’s incredible!”

“Thanks. It’s a little something we have running in the family.”

Gene had a smile on his face as he looked at the card again. “This is pretty huge, Pam. And you’re here to see the Dooka too?”

“Yes.”

——

When they reached the Dooka’s office, Gene’s suspicions were confirmed: he and Pam had been made partners on this mission.

And so, the Dooka began explaining the “You two will be heading to Meepville. There’s some fellow named Sylvester McMonkey McBean exploiting marginalized groups like the Sneetches, claiming he can help with their inequality issues, only he keeps scamming them. Now, we can’t be sure that he’s even there. He’s always on the move. So your best bet is to go to his last known location and track him down so he can be brought in.

“Do you accept the mission?”

Gene exchanges looks with Pam. She shared in his determination.

“Yes”, they say together.

“It’s settled. Tomorrow you depart at dawn. Better head home to prepare.”

——

Descending the front steps of the palace, Gene and Pam carried on their conversation.

“Your family are all spies, that’s what you told me?”

“Yeah. But it’s not easy. Since my mom died, my dad hasn’t accepted a single mission since then. Even after all that training, he thinks I’m going to Meepville University.”

“Well, we are going to Meepville, so your lie is at least half true.”

“Guess so.” Pam twiddled her fingers. Seemed like she’d run out of things to say. “Well…what about you, Gene? What’s your story?”

Upon hearing that question, Gene turned his head, looking at the city skyline with the wall behind it. If he looked hard enough, he could just vaguely see the branches form a heart.

It reminded him of his doomed love.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to work in an investigative job. As soon as I was done with high school, I attended Dennisville Academy, top of my class.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. After I graduated, I…” Gene paused. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to talk about Lana, but something deep down told him he’d have to eventually. “I met my wife. She was a waitress at Cal’s.”

“When you say ‘was’, are you implying…?”

“Yes. She passed away almost a year ago.” Gene wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

“I’m so sorry, Gene. I shouldn’t have asked”, Pam said, feeling guilty.

“Not your fault, Pam. You would’ve been besties with her.” He laughs a little.

He didn’t even realize they’d walked all the way to the parking lot. Before getting in his car, he asks, “Pam, if it’s okay with you, would you like to get a bite to eat later? I have a hunch we’ll need to get to know each other if we’re going on a mission together.”

Pam shrugs. “I’m cool with that. Where do you wanna meet?”

Thinking about it for a second, Gene suggests, “Papa Tony’s. Tonight at six?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And she put on her helmet and zoomed away on her bike.

Now sitting in the driver’s seat, Gene allowed himself to fawn over Pam-I-Am without her as a witness. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel, his cheeks warm and rosy. He barely spent an hour in her presence and was already crushing on her. No, not crushing. That’s a child’s way of describing it. He wasn’t sure which term to use, but he was sure that he had to keep things under wraps until he was firmly in Pam’s circle of trust.

——

That evening, Gene pulled up to Papa Tony’s, the local pizzeria, with Melanie in her carrier. He could’ve let Ms. Garrison watch her for the rest of the night, but something gave him the feeling that he had to let Pam see her. Maybe it was the precognitive instinct that he had to let Pam see her just in case something happened to him and she could potentially be her guardian (He certainly wasn’t gonna let her go to a foster home).

Or perhaps he just wanted to take his daughter out to eat for once.

With Melanie in an over the chest carrier and her supply bag slung over his shoulder, Gene begins walking to the door.

Just then, Pam pulled up on her dirt bike.

“Gene! There you are!”, she shouted after taking her helmet off. As she began walking up to him, she gasped upon seeing the baby. “Oh! Who’s that?”

“Pam, this is my daughter, Melanie.”

She leans in closer to see her. Melanie coos excitedly upon seeing Pam.

“I guess she likes you”, Gene noted.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“I was going to. I was actually gonna let you see her inside, but you showed up just now.”

“Well, you said we’d be having dinner at six and I didn’t want to be late.”

Gene chuckles. “Punctual. I like that.”

Pam raises an eyebrow and smiles slyly. “You like that?”

“Yeah.” Pam leans closer, the other eyebrow up too. “What? Did I say something funny?”

She didn’t answer. She knew that she didn’t have to.

“What?!”, Gene asked louder.

Then Pam relents. “Never mind. Let’s eat.”

——

“Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly.”

Gene told the waiter, “I’ll have a large deep dish snapperoni with Parmesan and oregano, please.”

“Anything to drink?”, the waiter asked.

“Diet Noke.”

“And you, miss?”

“Make that a double. But I’ll have a cherry Noke instead.”

The waiter finished transcribing the order and walks away.

Gene reaches down into Melanie’s bag and pulls out a jar of baby food and a little plastic spoon. “Gotta make sure she’s well fed too.”

“I see”, said Pam. She rested her cheek against her hand as she simultaneously watched Gene feed his daughter and waited for the pizzas. “How do you pull off raising a child while being an agent, Gene?”

After wiping some excess food off the baby’s lower lip, Gene replied, “Good babysitters and alway staying on top of my game.”

Pam made an aside glance then said, “A bit vague but I understand the general idea.” Looking at his little girl, she continues. “She means the world to you, doesn’t she?”

“Was there ever any doubt?”, Gene asked rhetorically. He wanted to continue, but he held his tongue. Should he open up more to this person, whom he’d only met today and is a spy? On one hand, she could sell him out if things go south between them. On the other hand, since they were partnering up and there’s always the chance the mission could go horribly wrong, it’s probably best to go out on a clean slate. Then again, she said she implicitly trusted him. Why shouldn’t he trust her? So, Gene added, “Every time I look at her, I see more of her mother in her.”

Pam shifts her gaze back and forth between Gene and Melanie. “At least she has your nose.”

“I did notice that, yes.”

“Aren’t you too cute?”, Pam said to Melanie in baby talk. The infant reached toward her. “You’re a daddy’s girl, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

Gene smiled at the sight before him. Until the waiter came back with their pizzas.

——

Now back in the parking lot, bellies full, they were ready to part ways until tomorrow at dawn. Gene walked with Pam to her motorcycle.

“Thanks for dinner, Gene”, she said.

“No problem. Now I gotta get this little lady back home so she can get her sleep.”

As she popped her helmet on, Pam points to Melanie and says in a mock commanding voice, “Now, see here, little missy. You be good to your father, okay? Be a big girl and get your rest.” She punctuates her lecture with a chuckle.

Gene joins in the laugh session briefly. “Well, good night, Pam.”

“Night, Gene!” And she pulled away on her bike.

——

After putting Melanie in her crib, Gene prepared himself for bed. He stared himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. When he saw Pam be playful to his daughter, Gene had a singular thought running through his mind: Is Pam the one?

He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure if that was the case. He hadn’t really seen other women after Lana’s passing; his grief had only recently left him. He couldn’t just fall head over heels with the first woman whom he’d spent more than a minute talking to that wasn’t Ms. Garrison. He’d already know he was “crushing”, or whatever the more mature term was, on Pam when he first met her. Maybe he needed some more time to get to know her if he was to be sure.

[bluegiragi]

mr riley.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[transgendz]

This is going to be short bc i already have a post up explaining this situation, but I started having seizures, which led to medical costs I couldn't handle bc I have an autoimmune disorder that's been going untreated for years. I got the appts covered bc of an extremely generous friend on here, and had some additional medication costs which I thankfully had enough for. I've been applying to at least 10 jobs a day and had tons of interviews. I'm going through interviews and assessments for several jobs (got more scheduled for tomorrow) Then my card got stolen, and now I am screwed as far as rent goes, even if one of these jobs comes through like today we will still fall short because rent is due on the 1st and we don't get a grace period. I am trying to get the money that was taken when my card was stolen back, but I have been told to wait to hear back after submitting all the details, and have yet to hear back.

Dm me for proof or more details. I will do art for anyone who helps with this and you can commission me at my art blog @theartistrans I just desperately need to get rent. My roommates and I have a huge food garden planted and are working towards self-sufficiency, which we have no hope of if we can't pay rent.

PP -- $C -- V -- kofi

$45/$650

[bruciemilf]

I think Thomas and Martha 100% made baby! Bruce take little jobs around the city just to teach him the value of work.

“Just go out there and find what you’re good at, bambino,” Thomas says,

Bruce finds out that you can make a LOT by wearing a tiny business suit and asking people for money. “…And what did you do?”

Bruce counts his money with his tongue poking out like Martha thought him, “I was cute”

Alfred hums, “Certainly, it’s hard labor.”

“I’m a literal doctor, Alfie.”

“Perhaps you should try being a cute one, then.”

[yellowistheraddest]

these 4 have the potential to start a gardening club

close ups + initial sketch under the cut

and heres where it began

[reasonsforhope]

"In response to last year’s record-breaking heat due to El Niño and impacts from climate change, Indigenous Zenù farmers in Colombia are trying to revive the cultivation of traditional climate-resilient seeds and agroecology systems.

One traditional farming system combines farming with fishing: locals fish during the rainy season when water levels are high, and farm during the dry season on the fertile soils left by the receding water.

Locals and ecologists say conflicts over land with surrounding plantation owners, cattle ranchers and mines are also worsening the impacts of the climate crisis.

To protect their land, the Zenù reserve, which is today surrounded by monoculture plantations, was in 2005 declared the first Colombian territory free from GMOs.

...

In the Zenù reserve, issues with the weather, climate or soil are spread by word of mouth between farmers, or on La Positiva 103.0, a community agroecology radio station. And what’s been on every farmer’s mind is last year’s record-breaking heat and droughts. Both of these were charged by the twin impacts of climate change and a newly developing El Niño, a naturally occurring warmer period that last occurred here in 2016, say climate scientists.

Experts from Colombia’s Institute of Hydrology, Meteorology and Environmental Studies say the impacts of El Niño will be felt in Colombia until April 2024, adding to farmers’ concerns. Other scientists forecast June to August may be even hotter than 2023, and the next five years could be the hottest on record. On Jan. 24, President Gustavo Petro said he will declare wildfires a natural disaster, following an increase in forest fires that scientists attribute to the effects of El Niño.

In the face of these changes, Zenù farmers are trying to revive traditional agricultural practices like ancestral seed conservation and a unique agroecology system.

Pictured: Remberto Gil’s house is surrounded by an agroforestry system where turkeys and other animals graze under fruit trees such as maracuyá (Passiflora edulis), papaya (Carica papaya) and banana (Musa acuminata colla). Medicinal herbs like toronjil (Melissa officinalis) and tres bolas (Leonotis nepetifolia), and bushes like ají (Capsicum baccatum), yam and frijol diablito (beans) are part of the undergrowth. Image by Monica Pelliccia for Mongabay.

“Climate change is scary due to the possibility of food scarcity,” says Rodrigo Hernandez, a local authority with the Santa Isabel community. “Our ancestral seeds offer a solution as more resistant to climate change.”

Based on their experience, farmers say their ancestral seed varieties are more resistant to high temperatures compared to the imported varieties and cultivars they currently use. These ancestral varieties have adapted to the region’s ecosystem and require less water, they tell Mongabay. According to a report by local organization Grupo Semillas and development foundation SWISSAID, indigenous corn varieties like blaquito are more resistant to the heat, cariaco tolerates drought easily, and negrito is very resistant to high temperatures.

The Zenù diet still incorporates the traditional diversity of seeds, plant varieties and animals they consume, though they too are threatened by climate change: from fish recipes made from bocachico (Prochilodus magdalenae), and reptiles like the babilla or spectacled caiman (Caiman crocodilus), to different corn varieties to prepare arepas (cornmeal cakes), liquor, cheeses and soups.

“The most important challenge we have now is to save ancient species and involve new generations in ancestral practice,” says Sonia Rocha Marquez, a professor of social sciences at Sinù University in the city of Montería.

...[Despite] land scarcity, Negrete says communities are developing important projects to protect their traditional food systems. Farmers and seed custodians, like Gil, are working with the Association of Organic Agriculture and Livestock Producers (ASPROAL) and their Communitarian Seed House (Casa Comunitaria de Semillas Criollas y Nativas)...

Pictured: Remberto Gil is a seed guardian and farmer who works at the Communitarian Seed House, where the ASPROL association stores 32 seeds of rare or almost extinct species. Image by Monica Pelliccia for Mongabay.

Located near Gil’s house, the seed bank hosts a rainbow of 12 corn varieties, from glistening black to blue to light pink to purple and even white. There are also jars of seeds for local varieties of beans, eggplants, pumpkins and aromatic herbs, some stored in refrigerators. All are ancient varieties shared between local families.

Outside the seed bank is a terrace where chickens and turkeys graze under an agroforestry system for farmers to emulate: local varieties of passion fruit, papaya and banana trees grow above bushes of ají peppers and beans. Traditional medicinal herbs like toronjil or lemon balm (Melissa officinalis) form part of the undergrowth.

Today, 25 families are involved in sharing, storing and commercializing the seeds of 32 rare or almost-extinct varieties.

“When I was a kid, my father brought me to the farm to participate in recovering the land,” says Nilvadys Arrieta, 56, a farmer member of ASPROAL. “Now, I still act with the same collective thinking that moves what we are doing.”

“Working together helps us to save, share more seeds, and sell at fair price [while] avoiding intermediaries and increasing families’ incomes,” Gil says. “Last year, we sold 8 million seeds to organic restaurants in Bogotà and Medellín.”

So far, the 80% of the farmers families living in the Zenù reserve participate in both the agroecology and seed revival projects, he adds."

-via Mongabay, February 6, 2024

[botanyshitposts]

today i found a plant growing in an alleyway downtown that gave me this delightful little seed pod that looks like a little banana about an inch long but it splits down the front to reveal hundreds of flat little seeds with little papery wings seed wings and theyre all stuffed into neat rows in a way that makes the pod look like an overfull expanding file and if you run your finger over it seeds fall out. the plant had like 6 of them going overhanging this one sidewalk and some of them were huge, like multiple inches long. anyway plants are still just making stuff outside it seems

[snekdood]

so I found this really cool website that sells native seeds- and you might be asking me "snekdood, haven't you posted an entire list of websites that sell native wildflower seeds that you're going to add on to soon?" and yes that's true, but that's not the kind of native seed im talking about rn.

see, on my quest to find websites that sell native wildflowers, I came across this dope ass website that sells seeds that have been farmed and harvested by ntv people traditionally, i'll let the website do the talking:

so anyways this is the coolest website ever. you can find the wild relatives of chiles on here called chiltepines, you can find different colors of corn and cool squash's, and every seed from whichever farm has it's own lil origin story written about it. you can also find other veggies here that are already commercially available to help fund and support this organization. as well as there being a cool gift shop with a lot of art made by different native folk from all around as well as cookbooks, jewelry, pottery, weavings, and clearly plenty more:

as well as a pantry?? with premade soup mixes??? and i really want to try them now??????

anyways I think its worth snoopin' around bc I'm almost positive you'll see something you think is cool (oh also if you happen to have some seeds passed down from ur family too and ur also native they seem like they would gladly help produce more)

[alienpossession]

Planting The Seeds II

Blake's arrival to the party proven to be the start of the frat bros demise. After absorbing the real Blake's memory before its mother plant fully consumed the jock, the alien clone of Blake casually drive back to the frat house where the party is already at its full swing. The alien Blake blended in easily with the crowd, passing on smiles and hi-fives to girls and bros alike, practically posing like the real Blake complete with all his mannerism. Yet, his mission remained clear and he's not going to let the mission failed. With several seeds in his pockets, he's determined to move the base of his people to this seemingly highly-populated location rather than deep in the forest away from the human populace. So, he dropped several seeds inside the beer keg and then dropped the rest of it in the lush backyard of the frat house.

Throughout the night, no one noticed anything weird even when the seeds started to grow into sprouts and continued to grow. Among the boys playing beer pong and forced to chug straight from the keg, the lucky few would swallowed the seeds and started their transformation too. Blake found solace from a mission done well and he let his human's personality took rein for the rest of the night as he went on to cheer for his brothers and fucked around with some sorority babes that teased him

The following morning, Blake woke up to two cheerleading babes drooling with their eyes rolled to the back right by his side. Underneath them, right on the pool of their salivas, are several seeds that certainly comes from the two girls as they have turned into seed makers. Not only that, the window has been broken by this growing vegetation bursted from the backyard and an opened pod also stashed right next to the overgrown and verdant plants. When he finally opened his bedroom door, a wide scuplted back became his first sight in the morning. The buck-naked clone then turn himself around to face his older brother that run the mission as he welcomed him

"Good morning, Blake. The others are waiting down below. Thank you for your massive work,"

Blake just looked at his younger siblings with admiration. He might be stiff and still sounded off, but this is definitely a perfect clone of James Honeywell. Blake went on to kiss the clone James and then asked the buck-naked clone on the original's whereabout. Turns out, the original stashed underneath the bed Blake slept on last night, so Blake guided the clone's hands to the remnant of half-consumed James' head and that's when a radiant bluish glow followed suit, seemingly flowing from the original to the clone. The clone's eyes glowed in response to the memory he received and not even a minute later, it's like as if James Honeywell has never been a victim of an alien infiltration and consumption

As they descended through the stairs and headed to the backyard, the evidence of last night party still freshly scattered around the frat house. Red solo cups, clothing articles, spilled alcohol and dust crumbs, everything indicated a very rowdy and loud party that lasted as long as it could. Some of these bodies seemingly looked pure and safe from the invasion as they are not in close proximity to a seed or anything military-related. That will have to change later today for the perfect infiltration, but for now, Blake wanted to check on his other fellow brothers

As Blake and James stepped to the backyard that is now covered in green and giving the pool an ultimate shade from the sun, they smiled widely to welcome their new brothers. The first one to burst out is Aaron, which certainly consumed the seeds last night as the real Aaron now camouflaged to the land as he lost his life upon the plant bursting out from his torso as he turned into the base of a tree. So, unlike his upcoming brothers, instead of tearing down a pod from inside, this one bursted out from a tree.

Like a domino effect, one by one the pods started to crack, revealing the various bodies that has been cloned by the handful of plants.

Ranging from freshmen to senior, the frat bros and the one coming from the other frats, gay or straights or even bi, these bodies emerged out from their cocoon with a look of confusion and shock plastered to their face.

Yet, they quickly warmed up and acclimatized to their surroundings as they can sense that the two human standing in front of their eyes are just like them and more than happy to help them to become the real one through and through

As more and more bodies walking out from the existing pods, they eventually gathered as they embraced each other after their monumontous journey from mere seeds hundreds of lightyears away into the very person they are now. With more than 20 bros already converted, they still have some more works to do with the rest of the frat house members that managed to avoid their fate in the previous night. Clad only in speedos or briefs, the converted bros started to swarm back into the frat house and ready to plant their seeds of death across the various passed out bros that still stuck in the frat house.

[doortotomorrow]

polin » dancing together

[becca-e-barnes]

I’ve been enjoying some premature ejaculation thoughts recently and it’s probably time to talk about them before they makes me even dizzier 🤤

Just the thought of slipping Bucky’s thick, leaking dick slowly inside you while you’re on top. The glide down on top of him is wonderful and when he’s as deep inside you as you can manage, you take a second to just enjoy feeling stuffed full.

You feel him throbbing inside you, his dick twitching and although he’s trying to keep it together, he’s determined not to let you know that.

After a couple of seconds, you raise your hips and let them fall again, working just a couple of inches towards the base of his cock.

You do the same again a few more times, barely establishing a rhythm before you feel Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten. “You have to slow down for me, sweetheart.”

The strain in his voice floods you with panic for a second and you stop moving.

“Does it hurt? We can try a different position if you like.” You cradle his face with one hand while holding yourself up with the other, staying as still as possible.

“It doesn’t hurt. Just might not last very long like this. Feels so good.” He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he’s got nothing to worry about.

“Oh? You like this?” You roll your hips once more and enjoy the sharp intake of air it forces into your partner. “Is this too much for you?”

He nods sheepishly, aware of how much he wants this but of how much he wants to please you too.

“You gonna cum inside me already?” You tease, biting your bottom lip while you raise your hips up, letting him slide almost entirely out of you before sinking back down.

The moan it draws from him is beautiful but you’re not stopping there. “You are, aren’t you? You’re going to stuff my pretty pussy full of cum for me. Gonna make sure you have nothing left tonight.”

“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you down so he can finish as deep inside you as he can. His face is scrunched in pleasure while his hot cum shoots in thick ropes against the walls of your eager pussy.

There’s something so satisfying in the knowledge that it took no time at all for him to finish and if the rest of the evening is like this, it’ll be a whole lot more fun than you imagined.

[beescake]

big dog arf arf arf

[nelkcats]

Winter in Spring

Danny was not a spirit of the seasons, he didn't have any idea if those kinds of spirits existed out of movies, what he did know was that for some reason the flowers were behaving rather strangely in one particular dimension right at the beginning of spring. And although he certainly didn't want to affect the place he knew he had to investigate it.

From what it seemed: strange plants that glowed just like those born in the Infinite Realms were appearing in Gotham and coming to life on their own. At first he suspected Undergrowth but the Ancient was offended by the accusation and commented that he was too busy in his haunt to care about a random city. Which turned out to be true.

Then he thought that maybe it was fine: the bright flowers seemed harmless (although they were very very...alive?) and didn't hurt anyone. That was until a red-haired girl seemed to upset them and they started attacking everyone around them; unfortunately, because they were ghost flowers they could dodge attacks very easily and the "heroes" couldn't defend themselves.

So, with no other options Danny traveled to Gotham and well, to put it simply he became a fake winter spirit; what else was he supposed to do? He needed an alibi and to spread ice as quickly as possible. Telling Gothamites that winter was coming early because of him was the least of his problems.

What he didn't expect was that after turning the city into a wasteland of ice and snow (and saving them from the invasion of ghost flowers, you're welcome), some guys in bat suits would start following him around with questions. He also didn't expect one of them to stare at him and ask if he'd be back in winter, he wondered if faking his identity was a good idea.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Cody, collecting seeds on every planet they go to: Enrichment for my beloved’s enclosure.