honestly, ghost didn’t know from the get go he had a size kink. he’s well aware of his size and strength. he never considered getting off on the idea of someone smaller than him until he met you. his hands engulf yours almost twice over, and on your hips? so small and malleable for him, it goes straight to his dick. speaking of, when he catches the sight of it bulging out of your tummy when he hits it from the right angle he has to hold back from cumming right there. quick to grab your hand and place it over the bulge, relishing in the weak whimpers that leave you when the realization of how much larger than life he is in every aspect of the phrase.
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When you think about it the memory crypts by concept alone are like a graveyard, and the cabinet beasts are like some kind of tombstones. Lifeless tissues manipulated to contain the memories and experiences of beings far gone, in ways that we are unable to fathom. Well the last time I checked graveyards didn't have giant scissor birds protecting large plant like beings with the qualia of the deceased, stuck in cabinets.
But there is still a comparison to make, like graveyards the memory crypts are a grim and dark mark on the world, a constant reminder that even the cycle is not eternal, since the ones once roamed the world found a way to depart from it, leaving stories and memories never to be experienced again, inserted into bio-engineered tissues purposed to this and this alone.
Perhaps the cabinet beasts vividly dream of it, the same life over and over again, but I highly doubt it. They are like the physical bodies of those who ascended in a poetic way, since while ascending there isn't a body left behind, but their earthly possessions are.
Maybe it was their way to store memories of specific individuals, knowing well after ascending that only their superstructures and the leftovers of their civilization will be left, a general look on their culture and accomplishments as a civilization but not enough detailed about their day to day lives.
So they left physical traces that are even not part of their own, with the memories of faceless individuals, in hope to bring their memories to rest but not entirely forgotten, placed in grey boxes scattered around, like tombstones. Buried under the shadows casted by one of their greatest achievements, where they used to live before.
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WELCOME TO THE GREAT MONSTER SHOWDOWN OF 2023
YES, YET ANOTHER TUMBLR COMPETITION! Do you have a monster blorbo? Do you want to see them FIGHT against other monster blorbos? THEN IT’S SHOWDOWN TIME!
Hosted by me, also known as @garcavisconde and @hiwelcometothemonstersancturary, and inspired by @ultimatepinkgirl @blackandpinkbracket @precureshowdown @redandgreenpoll @finalgirl-showdown and @beefy-babe-showdown!
THE RULEZ:
NO PEOPLE IN HERE!!!! All submissions must be of MONSTERS! They are allowed to have human forms, tho!
I don’t have a very rigid criteria on what counts as a monster, and YES, the monsters can have cute appearances and all of that. As long as you believe it’s a monster, then you can submit it!
Monsters can be from real-life (urban legends, cryptids, etc) and any sort of fiction. This includes the super niche YouTube short film you really like.
DON’T SUBMIT THE SAME CHARACTER MORE THAN ONCE! Please!
You can, however, submit more than one character!
I want to have 32 monsters to fight against each other, but I can adjust the size of the bracket to 16 if there aren’t enough submissions.
Vote by any metric you want! Which monsters is the scariest, the coolest, etc etc.
Propaganda is ENCOURAGED and shall be tagged as #monsterpropaganda. I don’t know if I’ll rb propaganda posts, tho!
No negativity!!! Please!!!! No talking trash about monsters in here!
SUBMISSIONS:
I’ll close them on march 10th, when the clock strikes 1:00 PM BRT! Also, please know that this is my first time doing the tumblr bracket/poll/fight/showdown thing and I am prone to commiting mistakes.
SEND SUBMISSIONS HERE!
edit: SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU, EVERYONE!
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does anyone know if black hair with with a white streak is considered unprofessional by workplaces
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Forsaken Lightfall
Dread not naught. Be brave.
Look around the sky.
Behold the great | divide, the battle | lines of the cosmic war.
Fikrul is a Fanatic.
Scorned and abandoned.
"This is as far as you go."
"Please. For you, I go… instead. All know… darkness lives here. Death. You are not of Ether. Can't bring… you back."
"All the same."
"Yes, Father. We ever serve and await return."
Fikrul is all who strive to regain strength of self and purpose. He is a survivor. He is the outcast priest of the broken plains, and his sermon is death and all the glory that follows.
"Go. Inspire. And avenge your murdered friends."
The why of what we're doing is as important as the what.
To that end, the Shadow of Earth extended a hand, and into it flew the Shadow's companion-soul, who had spoken not a word for many ages.
The Shadow bade the companion-soul to speak, and the companion-soul obliged:
I looked at the Gardener.
I looked at my hands.
"I love you"
With that, the Shadow's fist closed, and the companion-soul was no more.
I discovered the first knife.
And then there were two.
You've no idea how fortunate you are to be my chosen. You hold the flesh of a god in your hands. You are mere steps away from our salvation. Only Light|Dark, to|get|her, can unlock my way back into your world.
That's it, keep going. FREE ME.
Please, brother. Will you walk through hell for me, one last time?
"Yes."
Good. Then let us finish this.
"Everything I did, I did for her."
You brave,
devoted,
pathetic
fool.
Thank you.
Even paradise is a prison....
when you can't leave.
"The line between Light | Dark is so very thin.
Do you know which side you're on?"
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Rajesh. When he reached a displacement of eight he told us he was dead. I believed him. He was dead. He spoke to us. It was true. Whatever he saw, it was his own future.
He’s fine, afterwards. When I look into his eyes I wonder what came back wearing his skin. But that thought is unscientific.
We speak of nothing but the device. We talk about it like a demigod. When I get out of here I know the whole world will look like a fraying veil.
I think it’s clear that part of the problem is substrate. We need more than flesh and drug to survive this.
This one's for the minds behind the Deep Stone Crypt. You think just because you made me you can unmake me? Hey, I understand. I were you I wouldn't want people knowing what I did either. Guess you better hope I didn't tell anyone about the crypt. Or about the, uh, what was it? Oh yeah...
Long
Slow
Whisper
Cause if I did, that would be real bad for you, huh?
I may be dead, but I guarantee you ain't heard the last of me.
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messing with character.ai for fun but then the computer starts flirting with me and i have to turn off my phone bc i feel like a loser
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Tumblr is recommending posts from your blog from 2013 to me, and I just need to give you a shout out for 10+ years of dedication to Stephen McGann 😄👍🏻
good lord im old !!!
i remember coming up with this blog as a tiny baby college graduate 😂😂
the smcganns energy is still out here smcgannzing- i saw some over on twitter just the other day
you cannot keep this man from his feral dad energy, and for that we say thank you
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