Tiny clown and thespian
Voice-over artist/writer/
Professional Dramaturg
Commedia trained + actual clown historian
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I post theatre + size scenario thoughts
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Stories on here:
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cw: occult viscera
The Lich Queen’s enormous corpse lay dead in a chasm
It was a cathedral of bone—fallen into a fissure she’d carved of the capital
Ribs jutted like broken bridges between the cliff walls
The heroes left her there—a monument of victory & her defeat
cw: occult viscera
The Lich Queen’s enormous corpse lay dead in a chasm
It was a cathedral of bone—fallen into a fissure she’d carved of the capital
Ribs jutted like broken bridges between the cliff walls
The heroes left her there—a monument of victory & her defeat
#artsky #art #giantess #sizesky #sizedifference
#artsky #art #giantess #sizesky #sizedifference
but I’m so new to this Deadlock game that I keep forgetting to place my doors
So I’m just playing Man…
but I’m so new to this Deadlock game that I keep forgetting to place my doors
So I’m just playing Man…
#substack
open.substack.com/pub/sinmara/...
#substack
open.substack.com/pub/sinmara/...
But I love it and it’s so hard not to associate it with her criminal pervert bumpkin personality
Ah well, I’m sure this Xcom snake person design will still vibe
But I love it and it’s so hard not to associate it with her criminal pervert bumpkin personality
Ah well, I’m sure this Xcom snake person design will still vibe
A nurse shark mermaid using a surfboard as a tongue depressor—searching a tiger shark-girl’s throat as she growls in pain
Lodged in her gill like a tonsil stone is a surfer
She dips the board deeper, nudging them out & her patient swallows—licking her teeth in relief
Hoodie stuffed, earrings in her beanie—there’s clear squirming in her pants
“Miss, what exactly did you take?”
She shifts just enough to grind the trapped assistant manager harder into wet cotton
#sizesky #bluesize (1/2)
The manager and guard strain as a duo wedged between her thighs and shoplifted junk
Pubic hair bunched above like a useless net—a perfume bottle slips pushing them toward the pussy they’re praying not to get crushed into
#sizesky #bluesize (2/2)
A writer must hand her next finished piece to her publisher—she longs for a more professional & romantic relationship.
A next book. New pages.
Proof she can do this again.
She knows she can’t.
Every story she’s published came from the tiny fairy in her cupboard.
if i were an insect
you did not swat
would that be enough?
if you left me there
forgot i was there
and i lived
and died
on the body of somebody you love—
isn’t that a kind of love?
isn’t that still a life?
if i were an insect
you did not swat
would that be enough?
if you left me there
forgot i was there
and i lived
and died
on the body of somebody you love—
isn’t that a kind of love?
isn’t that still a life?
The genie told you they'd grant your wish to make you closer to your crush, but in return, you'd be made aware of every time they thought of you. You eagerly agreed, not realizing just how literal that stipulation would be. (1/12)
The genie told you they'd grant your wish to make you closer to your crush, but in return, you'd be made aware of every time they thought of you. You eagerly agreed, not realizing just how literal that stipulation would be. (1/12)
A few of her coworkers are caught under the clack of her heels, despite running for their lives. A few more fall into her cup as she starts the coffee machine. (1/2)
A few of her coworkers are caught under the clack of her heels, despite running for their lives. A few more fall into her cup as she starts the coffee machine. (1/2)
but I’m so new to this Deadlock game that I keep forgetting to place my doors
So I’m just playing Man…
but I’m so new to this Deadlock game that I keep forgetting to place my doors
So I’m just playing Man…
*whether you can tell I have in fact seen you, tbd
*whether you can tell I have in fact seen you, tbd
A wine-mom hostess who swallowed a tiny hours before guests arrived.
Every time she offers an hors d’oeuvre, and feels them climbing up her throat mid-conversation—she swallows an olive or takes a dainty sip of wine.
She’s not about to gag in front of the neighbors.