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under-cotton-and-calicos · 2 years

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Seasonal Vegetables

Plant Monster x AFAB Reader

AN: I was eating some corn and suddenly that “Country Girls Make Do” meme popped up in my head so…did you know corn stalks are 8ft/2.4m tall?

Tags: aphrodisiac, plant monster, size difference, non-human genitalia, public sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, facefucking, creampie, dubcon

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Autumn has arrived, bringing with it chilling winds and warm colours. You begin to wear extra layers, sometimes a cozy sweater and occasionally a shawl, and the reprieve from the heat of summer grants you an opportunity to indulge in your favourite spiced drinks.

It is a holiday, which means that the apothecary is closed. You have free time…and you feel horny. Throughout the work week, you found yourself glancing towards the stack of books shoved to the corner of your counter, far away enough from customers and any wandering eyes. “Toya's Incantations, Potions and Rituals for Bodily Ecstasy, from Amateurs to Experts!” hidden between two thick tomes on medicines. It seemed to call out to you, enticing you with the promise of carnal pleasures. There were no small number of times you recalled what happened in your bedroom, flashing glimpses of pink slime, the tentacles around your limbs, the sensation of being pumped full…

The jar still stands on your windowsill, the slime within it waiting patiently for the next time you would call upon it. You were just so busy that you collapsed into bed, frustrated and aching yet too fatigued to do anything about it

Today, you were going to do something about it. Pulling the book free from the stack, you thumb through its pages, the illustrations stoking desire within you. They are not pornographic in an exaggerated nature. If anything, they are tastefully drawn, meant to convey the intent and action of the magicks in the book. The artist has a mastery over anatomy, the objective nudity of the models reminds you of the charcoal dessins in ateliers, though they are postured in alluring compositions. Another thing that strikes you is the emotion on the subjects’ faces- smiling, mouths agape, pinched brows, bitten lips and wide, lust-blown eyes. Even in the most compromising positions, they look like they are enjoying themselves.

While you flip through the pages, you feel an oddly thick page between your thumb and index finger. As you hold it up to the light from the window, the translucent paper reveals overlapping texts and intricate lines. Gingerly, you peel the two pages apart.

What greets you is a full page spread of an orgy. Within a rectangular frame, about twenty individuals are engaged in all manner of debauchery, bodies entangled with one another, couples and groups huddled over cushions and sofas. The image captures a wide angle, encompassing the entire room. In one corner, an orc lies on their back, a human and an elf grinding themselves on their face and crotch. It is quite frankly, epic.

Upon closer inspection, a table in close proximity from the illustrator’s perspective holds numerous ornate potion bottles. The text beneath the box reads: An orgy, participants imbibed Aphrodite’s Kiss (see page 14).

A potent aphrodisiac, takes immediate effect and increases vitality, libido and stamina. An ounce will suffice for one full night.

Aha, you had found your endeavour for the day. After a week of being pent-up, a day getting ravaged by your slime monster would be a fine reward. You squeeze your thighs together, the thought alone sending shivers down your spine.

Dried ginseng, rose petals and honey you had readily available. The potion would require you to retrieve fresh water from a running river and a drop of blood after mixing all the previous ingredients together. After throwing together the chopped ginseng, rose petals and a few drizzles of honey into a potion jar, you leave your cottage for the closest stream, across the farm fields a ways away from the rest of the village.

It is a quiet day, you assume most of the village folk had left earlier in the day for the week-long festivities in town and none would bother to spend their free time toiling in the fields . Lucky for you. Once the bottle is filled with about an ounce of water, you prick your finger with a clean needle, watching the red diffuse into the clear liquid. You deposit the bottle into the pocket of your apron, humming as you begin the trek home. Along the vast fields of green and swelling, orange pumpkins are Halloween decorations. Scarecrows painted with wicked grins and carved pumpkin lanterns. You enjoy treating the children to sweets from Alistair’s, bright red jellies shaped like brains and chocolate moulded into severed fingers. Their screams of delight never grow old.

Lost in thought, you startle when a black cat streaks past you, causing you to lose your footing and tumble face-first into the field.

Absentminded fool, you grumble as you push yourself upright, assessing the aches in your body for any serious injury. Thankfully, you’re fine, save for a shallow cut on your cheek. As you stand, you realise that the potion had fallen from your apron, its contents spilled onto the soil. What did they say about black cats again?

The sound of leaves shuffling and stalk snapping draws your eyes away from the concoction seeping into the dirt. You sense a strange, tense gathering of energy in the air, coalescing the space right in front of you. The corn stalks that tower over you are drawn together, bunching and folding into a huge mass. Your hair stands on end, from the situation or the electricity in the air, you do not know. Even without your staff, you are confident in your ability to defend yourself, so you stand your ground as the vegetation surrounding you seems to come alive.

Gradually, the green bunches together to form a human torso, leaves akin to sinew and muscle mass folding over joints made of thick stalk. Thighs and then full legs grow. The creature kneels on the ground, hands forming and arms building upwards until it meets their rightful place on its shoulders. Its hands fumble across the ground, grasping until it finds purchase on a carved pumpkin, which it places on its neck. It stands, height just shy of peaking over the surrounding crops. Even under the dim street lantern, you can see a yellow corn cob dangling between its legs, stark against its light green body. The creature’s carved out “eyes”, glowing from the candle inside its head, seem to focus on you. Out of the corner of your eye, the corn rises to attention.

The puzzle pieces quickly fall into place. Your potion, with its vitality-boosting properties, was able to wake…whatever this creature was. And being powered by an aphrodisiac, this creature was made to fuck.

A hand reaches out to cup your cheek, its palm covering half of your head. The feeling of the appendage is foreign, not exactly smooth, but comforting like a warm bundle of leaves. The monster’s chest rises and falls, as though breathing, and it pulls back its hand to inspect a smear of blood, your blood, on its fingers. A glowing, otherworldly tongue extends from the pumpkin’s mouth, tasting your blood on its hand.

In an instant, you find your world turned around, so dazed that you don’t realise you’re on your back. The monster has tackled you to the ground, its huge hands pulling off your apron and pushing your skirts up your thighs. Of course, it wants to fuck, and you want to, but you’re well aware that someone might walk by and catch you getting speared by a giant plant monster.

Your hesitation, which would have been responded to by your slime, fails to stop the monster. It continues to pull apart your clothing, pulling your dress over your head and tearing away your smallclothes. The abrupt change from your thick clothing to being exposed to the chill evening air raises goosebumps across your skin and your nipples harden. The monster’s body emanates heat in waves, and you’re glad you won’t freeze to death while it does…whatever it wants to you.

The idea is equally thrilling as it is frightful. The rational part of your brain grows weaker and weaker, any protests you had fading into the back of your mind as the monster’s bright and long tongue snakes its way down to lick your cunt. It presses against your clit, slimy and warm, the glorious stimulation to your sensitive nub making you keen and moan. Its hands cover your chest, pebbled nipples rubbing against the coarse leaves.

The monster gets on its knees once again pulling its tongue out of you and back into its mouth, its corn cob bobbing in front of your face. Before you can get your bearings, its hands grasp both sides of your face and force your mouth onto its makeshift cock. You’re caught off guard, gagging as it forces itself deeper down your throat. It’s solid, thicker and longer than the average human penis. Despite the feeble beating of your fists against its sides, it continues to savour the feeling of your tight throat around its cock. Does the monster know you could break? Does it care?

Fuck it, you cling onto the monster’s pumpkin head for purchase, drawing it closer between your open thighs to urge it on faster. It slips within you, not thick enough to stretch you but long enough to drag against that sweet spot inside. The monster’s hands grope your chest and your waist, as if unsure of what soft surface to latch onto while it pleases you with its tongue. Its hot, sticky texture steadily builds the tension in your cunt, and as you grind down on it, its grip around your body tightens, pushing some of the air out of your lungs. The constriction, the monster eating you out voraciously sends you over the edge and you cum hard, whining and moaning and spasming. It had already turned dark, but the pumpkin head and distant street lanterns are enough to grant you a clear view. It is silent, save for your pants and the occasional frog or cricket. Dimly, you realise that it smells grassy and sweet.

Spots dance across your vision as you struggle around the monster’s massive girth. At the last second, it pulls you off its cock, your chest heaves as you take in as much air as you can before the monster plugs your mouth once again. This time, it bobs your head back and forth, using your throat like a toy. Tears well up in your eyes from the strain, their salt stinging the cut on your cheek. You’re gripping onto the monster’s sides and trying your best to relax your throat, to make this easier on yourself. It uses you relentlessly, giving you a few lungfuls of precious air before you can pass out then plunging back into you again. As your mouth and throat are abused, you think of how it would look- someone stumbling across you buck naked in the middle of a field, on your knees receiving a facefucking from a monster. Its viciousness and strong grip around your head arouses you even more, and in spite of the struggle, wetness continues to build between your legs.

Your jaw is aching and you’re light-headed by the time the monster grows satisfied of using your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin and splatters onto your chest as it pulls out of you and releases its grip on your head. It gives you nary a second before it picks you up like you’re a rag doll, lining itself up with your entrance. You can feel how big it is, wedged between your lips. It would hurt, but you are so hungry, so eager to be filled and fucked that you throw caution to the wind.

The monster sinks you down onto its cock, your slickness making the entry easy, and the stretch, oh the stretch is divine. The hardness of the cob is so different from the pliant sensation of your slime, and so much more solid and unforgiving. Its ridges add pressure and friction in all the right ways, and you groan pathetically as the monster bounces you up and down. Any initial pain from its insertion withers away as it quickens, using you as a fucktoy around its cock. You’re gushing around it, producing more slick to accommodate its size and rough pace. Blearily, you look down to watch the monster’s massive cock spear through you, feeling its bumps against your sensitive walls as it drags against your insides. It's so big that it fills you thoroughly, pounding against your sweet spot and overwhelming you with pleasure. With a cry, you climax again, clenching around it and thrashing your legs. Whether it was your dizziness or the rough treatment that made you black out, you do not know.

You recall blinking in and out of consciousness several times, vision blurry and head spinning from exhaustion and pleasure. Your mind hazy, only filled with the thought of getting filled. The clearest thing that cut through all of it were the sensations. The ache in your back and hips as the monster folded you in half to fuck you. Its hands, dwarfing your body, squeezing your sides and your legs thrown around its waist. The tingles and shivers as it laved your chest and neck with its tongue.

The final time you gain consciousness, it has you on your back, legs folded back in a mating press. Your cunt is gaping and wet, sore and aching to be filled again, just as it has been for hours. The sky is turning velvet blue, and the light inside of its pumpkin head seems dimmer somehow.

The monster’s tongue licks stripes up your chest and face, snaking into your mouth to entwine itself around your tongue. It’s oddly gentle, even as it ravages your bottom half, each thrust pushing you further into the ground. It bottoms out one final time, hips stuttering as it cums, hot, viscous seed filling you, shooting past your cervix and feeding your womb. It cums an ungodly amount, you can feel the heat of it within your belly, and drops leaking out even as you are both joined. The monster thrusts shallowly, your tight walls milking every little bit of cum from it until it’s finished. It pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness making you groan. Seed leaks out of you, past your buttocks and onto a puddle in the soil.

When you wake, you’re on your couch at home, naked, sticky and sore. It’s daytime, the sun is full in the sky. After gathering your strength and limping to the window, you see a loose mess of green leaves, a carved pumpkin and a corn cob on your front step.

#terato writing #terato #monster lover #monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #plant monster #plant monster x human

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sweetchcolate · 4 months

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Frieren only teaching Fern basic offensive and defensive spells because she deems it enough to deal with modern-day mages really sells how weak those mages must be compared to the ones Frieren must have crossed path with.

I also enjoy the idea of Frieren preferring the mastery of a few basic spell to perfection rather than learning a bunch of flashy/complicated ones because it fits with her philosophy/vibe of taking things easy (but taking them nonetheless, as the meme goes): it's much easier and effective to execute a simple spell well than to risk the mana/time required to cast a more intricate spell that might not land.

There's also an element in versatility to this, since you can use basic spells to build up all kinds of strategies, a bit like building a tower. It reminds me of when Frieren taught Fern to use the defensive spells in select locations instead of casting it widely in episode 3, and fits with Frieren's resourcefulness.

Finally, it's a good way to destabilise one's opponent by making them underestimate her (after all, who would expect a first tier mage to use basic spells in battle?), much like Frieren did to bewilder Aura and other demons by suppressing her mana and appearing 'weaker'.

#sousou no frieren #frieren #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #anyway i'm very fond of 'experienced fighter uses what's considered old techniques to teach the newbies a lesson' trope

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dlartistanon · 7 months

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the arknights endfield lore potential looks great (the statue of patriot, rhoses island landship crashing into the tower of babel) but the character designs....... why is the female endministrator so much shorter than the male one and why does the ch'en-looking lady look like... that

At first I wasn't wild about the designs and I even joked that the female administrator was the default/"canon" gender because they showcased her for their alpha testing... but the more I'm sitting on it, the less impressed I am.

It's not just the lackluster designs, but the creeping realization that they're riding on the coattails of other "3D anime games" as of late. The suspiciously similar UI, the vague futuristic sci-fi setting, the apparent weapon gacha??? If it's not craftable weapons, then yeah sure, let's copy super predatory monetization systems as well. This doesn't feel like AK. It just has AK's name on it to entice existing fans.

One of the things that makes AK stand out among other mobile games is that their monetization isn't so... in-your-face. Prominent. Aggressive. There is no weapon/equipment gacha. No BS RNG weapon stats. When you get an operator, after skill mastery and levels (and maybe a module), they're already at 90%-95% of their power. Dupes are negligible.

Part of me wants to delude myself into thinking this is some maneuver to grab some of that sweet HYV money and then funnel it back to OG AK like how it was memed how GI was just a fundraiser for HI3... until I learned that MHY screwed over HI3. (sorry, HI3 fans...)

But anyway, let me leave you with stuff I already said

#dltext #anonymous #sorry for ranting

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bestgameostcrownduel · 5 months

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Round 1, Side B: Undertale (2015) vs Hollow Knight (2017)

Undertale | Hollow Knight

Campaigns under the cut!

Campaign for Undertale:

i don't know what i can even say about the undertale soundtrack except that Toby Fox's mastery of mood and leitmotif is just masterful, and as good as it is on its own it feels absolutely mindblowing in-context.

Look there’s a REASON why “megalovania” became a meme and it’s because it genuinely is that good, and it’s not even the best track in the game!!! There have been multiple cases of professional musicians blind reacting to the soundtrack and A: loving it and B: managing to accurately predict the events happening while a given track plays in-game based purely on the leitmotifs and composition techniques used. Sooo many video essayists and such use undertale music in the background of their videos, and not even the big well known tracks but the calmer more incidental music, because it’s just so good. The soundtrack is good enough to justify a whole orchestral concert of just music from this game. My personal favourites are the title track “Undertale”, “Hopes and Dreams”, and “Waterfall” and even narrowing it down to just those three just now took me ages because every track is a banger

it's undertale

TBH Undertale isn't the music that has changed my brain the most but it is the one where all the discourse is so old it is now stupid. Anyway. Sans Undertale website. Psionic warriors vote for the funny bone man and his funny bone music.

It's got so many good songs. Fallen Down is my personal favorite but it's got amazing boss music and I have to mention Megalovania. A lot of it is composed with the same notes just in different patterns. Which, I know that's whay music is but I can't explain it better. all the music fits together well.

Campaign for Hollow Knight:

every song is specifically made to fit with the area/boss it plays for. Crystal Peak includes "shimmery" noises to evoke the image of crystals, Soul Sanctum has a haunted sort of feel to it, Nosk feels like skittering and it's very quick- anxiety-inducing if you will. it has an uncanny feel to it, which helps with Nosk's role as a mimic luring you in as prey. Sealed Vessel is very emotional, high-energy but resigned and tragic. as the Hollow Knight weakens, its song does as well and it directly leads into the Radiance's theme. point being that all the songs have a purpose and very well designed for said purpose

Hollow Knight has an incredibly atmospheric soundtrack. It's got great area themes that just feel exactly like what they're trying to represent, and its boss themes, especially, are phenomenal - which is important for a game with so many bosses, as it works well to distinguish them and make them memorable. It's also important for a game where you'll be fighting said bosses over and over again lmao

#undertale #utdr #hollow knight #hk #polls #best game ost crown duel #side b #round 1

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thesylverlining · 11 months

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Coming This Halloween: CHAMELEON MOON, in glorious audio!

Pre-orders (with a crapton of bonuses!) open Now!

Yes, I am vibrating into another dimension and beyond excited to announce, the first book of the queer-AF rebelliously hopeful dystopian superhero epic Chameleon Moon series is here - for your ears, at last!

If you haven't heard of this Weird, Queer Indie SFF series, have some important points in meme form!

Funded on Kickstarter in under 48 hours, this audiobook edition features the incredible voice of Kyle Rocco East!

(And a special guest narrator! ........ Me. It's me. Yeah, I make sounds/songs as well as words!)

This baby can hold so much ear-goodness, including sixteen (16!!) hours of enhanced narration and original music including two full songs!

And we've got free bonuses, boy howdy! Every pre-order comes with:

CM-verse short stories "Runtime" and "Always Be You"

Narrated short story "Un-Dead" MP3 (Recommended to listen after reading CM!)

"What You Remember" and "Dream Sweet" song MP3s

All 6 character portrait phone wallpapers, seen above and below!

And that's all cool, but need some examples of said audio mastery? As you should!

So, you can listen to the ENTIRE PROLOGUE as a free preview, right here!

... And lastly, hi there. If you read this far, THANK YOU. If you reblog or like, THANK YOU. And oh boy, if you pre-order, THANK YOU FROM THE ACTUAL BOTTOM OF MY HEART. <3

This project has been a labor of utter love, but it HAS been a labor for both me and my incredible narration partner Kyle Rocco East, and I'm happy, relieved, and exhausted to have it finally UP AND DONE.

Halloween can't come fast enough.

(...More than usual, I mean.)

THANK YOU!

~ RoAnna Sylver

#Queer books #Indie books #Pride Month #Pride 2023 #Audiobooks #Chameleon Moon #RoAnna Sylver #Kyle Rocco East #Support Queer Creators! This and every month!#...god I am STILL vibrating lmaooooo. gay-ass dreams coming true rn!!

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cerastes · 2 months

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hey! I'm rather new to AK so this might turn out a rather odd question: are there operators that, even if you love them and want to use them often, it's better to not E2 them because it's not worth it? what's getting me confused is that I'm seeing that some operators cost more if you E2 them, but I'm not too sure the extra cost is worth what they seem to gain

DP cost increase is always worth it, maybe with very few niche exceptions. For example, if you don't mind less durability, you COULD have a cheaper Gravel. If you don't need the stats in the slightest and just need the Push or Pull, Shifters CAN be left unpromoted, provided you don't need the strongest Shift they can offer. Things like that.

...But the thing is, this is some Very niche stuff we're talking about. In general, it's better to work around a few extra DP than to lock yourself out of Masteries, Modules, Talents, and the extra raw stats that comes with E2. It's really, really not a horizontal comparison at all: +2 DP is absolutely worth just how much better your unit can get. Hell, having a Gravel S2 that can hold an enemy in place instead of just Dying Instantly is much better in 99% of cases than having a bit less cost. Likewise, Shifters having their strongest Force is better for them than not in 99% of cases, unless you're looking for some VERY specific thresholds and ratios of push and cost for some incredibly specific meme.

#arknights

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goodluckclove · 1 month

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ok ok ok Clove i need to know: who are some of the best writers here in your opinion ? who do i need to follow if i want to follow the next generation of great writers ? i need new blogs to follow

oh shit let's party.

first off i can't say that i know all the best writers here. i'm still learning! also, maybe i like things you don't. the usual disclaimer. but i'll still take the chance to rave about some of the immense brilliance of some of my colleagues on here!

first of is @ivaspinoza, who is the first person to send me her writing the very first time i asked. she writes the most beautiful, almost prophetic word pieces. not quiet prose, not entirely poetry. it's language you can really seep yourself in like a heated milk bath. she's working on a longform vampire novel in the same style which i have seen snippets of and it is truly incredible. love her dearly.

i'm actually in the middle of Song of the Heartless by @rkmoon, because he was hesitating to post it and i harassed him into sending it to me. and oh man, it's great. really solid premise and a world that feels vibrant and expansive and also shit because it's kind of dystopian and the vibes are not great. obviously as another aspec writer i love the representation. it's great to read yourself on the page and still see your struggles draped in thematic excitement. i can't say any more without spoiling it but i really want to. this could easily be a fucking great movie adaptation.

i feel insane pointing you towards @godsmostfuckedupgoblin because he doesn't really post his writing as far as i know but he's got some of the best mastery of dialogue i've seen in non-published writing and his excerpts are always so exciting and fun to read. maybe if enough people him to share more he will but until then his memes are lit as a child has once said before.

@stajorathefallen is working on a longform Lord of the Rings fic that is truly beautiful. I would rather read this finished product than the actual Lord of the Rings. I don't know if she'll find that a compliment or a war crime, but it's just nicer. It feels warm and cozy to read. I actually don't even know if it's referenced the original canon at all since I saw the movies but didn't pay attention. I was not qualified to look at this fic but I got to anyway and it's great.

@cssnder is someone else who doesn't post enough writing, but my hope is with enough confidence she'll branch more into sharing. Literally every time she drops a line everyone's like huh?? wow!! and then she whispers a thanks and disappears back into the catacombs. if you like dark academia based on tiktok you should follow her to see what those tiktoks wish they could capture.

this is obviously not everyone. these are not even all the people that sent me writing to look at. i have two separate emails that i still need to marry, some people are still in the egg-cracking stage of being a writer, and my adderal can only do so much. if you aren't one of these people just know that you are amazing and you need to post more of your work so i can point people to your page please thank you i love you.

#writeblr #on writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing asks #writing inspiration #writers supporting writers

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yermes · 8 months

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PAC: ❄️

On mourning lost friendships that needed to end.

The Groke. A villain to be pitted and a loneliness which lives inside of us all. The inescapable and the inevitable. Another villain in moomin is the lady of the cold. Alternatively someone who just is. She can freeze you with one look. Shes not actually evil she just is. As a person we seek these interpersonal connections with these people and we project love onto them which is usually turned ice cold. Leaving us lonely while surrounded by friends.

Pick a meme

The cards (feat my moms hand spun and woven blanky)

Five of swords 🥊

Geburah, Lord of Defeat, Venus in Aquarius, 1°–10°, Angels Aniel and Chaamiah

It ended but you didn’t get the closure which you think you deserve. You have some intense ass grieving post friendship breakup. And honestly this breakup is probably coming with a lot of gossip, shit talking, etc. which basically proves that the friendship needed to be over.

Fortune 🔮

Saturn, Uranus, Neptun and Pluto - the masters of Karma, Jupiter, The axis Chesed - Netzach, Fire

This has come with both good and bad and honestly. Such is life. Times arrow marches on and we march along with it. Maybe paths shall cross again? Maybe not? But honestly you are lucky to have escaped this friendship.

Ten of Pents (Reversed) 💵

Malkuth, Lord of Wealth, Mercury in Virgo, 20°–30°, Angels Hihaayah and Laviah

Uhhh brain fog post break up? Don’t know what to do anymore. You need to invoke the spirit of sloth and just take a break and relax and realize. You have aged and gained wealth in experience and empathy. The type of wealth you cannot confiscate. This break up has given more than it has taken.

The Emperor 🍷

Sun in Capricorn, Aries, The axis Netzach - Yesod, fire

Moral conflict. The rational part of your or the other’s mind became a prison. This break up is a mastery of your will over your life and you need to accept that this is part of you shaping your reality. You can choose your friends, you can choose your fate and you can crave your own path.

Extras: ❄️🫂

Story/vent: I am home 🩵❄️

TipJar

GramGram

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charlottan · 4 months

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Big spoilers for those who haven't read Dorely. Like seriously don't read this, you need to go into the story knowing nothing about it.

I read half of dorely (300k words) in two days. I spent 80% of my free time dorelying.

Forcefem has never interested me in the slightest. The story has provided 0 erotic interest so far, although I never expected it to once I saw reviews talking about crying over the story. I thought it would be a joke until I saw that.

The best part, so far, was Bea's chapter.

It was masterfully placed within the narrative. Perched at just the precipice, and I might conspire, placed so perfectly that I bet reader feedback inspired it; right before the questions about Bea get overwhelming and, consequently, shortly before the story would suffer from lack of answers.

Contents of the chapter. Phew. Whew. Gosh.

Ever listened to an old LGBT activist? Someone in their 60s-70s, who was there. Who held the line and suffered the abuse and lost everything, the kind who's seen more funerals than has had friends, and yet the banner was still held high in their hands thanks to their efforts?

Bea's chapter was like listening to one of them tell their stories. It was like sitting in a club with an old tranny while he told me a story that has spilled so many tears from his eyes that he has none left for it.

The force-femmed girls of Dorely obviously have a difficult time with their gender, with "trans woman" seeming to rarely cover how they truly feel about it. But Bea's chapter was about them. The author brought those ideas out from their story and placed them in the real world for a moment.

Isn't it funny that the most erotic the story gets up to that point, is that point? I was nervous about the story before that point. Maybe "nervous" is the wrong word; anxious about potential failure points. Places where the author could easily have fallen off a cliff and lost the plot on the long flight down.

So this is a "fetish" force-fem story about young men being femminized in a cult-like environment against their will in a woman-factory sex dungeon. Posted anonymously on Ao3. So how the FUCK is the first sex scene a tear-jerking happy moment between two old trans women near the middle of the story.

That is to say that it defied expectation. Constantly. At that point in the story I was imagining the author to be almost like Bea. Until directly afterward, when a FUCKING AGDQ REFERENCE pops up. Clumsy but unexpected, a meme in the night, it was effective.

It is edited. I have not seen one mistake in 300k words. The story construction is solid, never faltering even once, never going too slow, although I am still a kid in a candy store, wishing I had more; it never fails, but there are points where I felt like it could exceed. I had no answers as for how, just that my mind wanted mastery due to my defied expectations. That's asking too much. Like that other anon who rated it 6/10 <J:) It does not have to be better than what it is.

This story has a great deal of variety in it. Bea's chapter was also a tipping point in that. The author takes the time to pointedly show off different threads of the world. You had Stefan enduring the basement for one. Christine had 3 threads; Dorely Hall, Transgender Troubles and Secret Agent. Stefan had, also, a Manipulation Line story thread. You get what I mean.

Bea's chapter retroactively added more nuance to an extant thread throughout the story, which was more like a side plot based on our ignorance of the nature of Dorely; how quick are they to get to violence? Even after that chapter I still wasn't completely sure until a little bit later. That was good. That tension was necessary. I can't wait to see what the reward is, now that the tension is thoroughly unwound after the Maria Incident.

Thanks for constantly shitposting about this story. You are an angel for this author, having brought hundreds of people to it. That is astonishingly kind.

posting this without reading it because im only like a fourth through but awesommeeee o7 i assume

#asks #dorleyposting

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