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s-ummerwing.bsky.social
I know December is just slow for all of us but even coming on here is depressing af right now. Everybody has needs I can't help with and I have my own too. It just sucks. Maybe I'm gonna extend my break. Just don't forget about me pls. I do miss u.
December 14, 2025 at 5:33 PM
celestialblade85.bsky.social
I’m hoping next year to…somehow get my creativity back. Find more ways to share my OCs and stories with others. I don’t know if that means figuring out why I hate drawing, trying to write again, or making a game I don’t hate…but if life could slow down just a bit maybe I’ll figure something out
December 15, 2025 at 4:54 PM
p1nkab0ut1t.bsky.social
Morning routines in the Rosette household! A cozy moment of cuddling between a pair of Very Busy Scientists. :3c

I'm really happy with how the ambience came out here. It's so shiney and warm!!! And you know how much I love these two just existing around another.

#tentacles
Zinnia and Chris are spending a slow morning together. Zinnia is all shiny and gorgeous, naked in the morning light. Chris' looking on all lovey dovey, forgetting about his floating coffee. He comes up behind Zinnia, holdin her tiddies and looking very content with himself. She looks happy to see him, and a little mischevious C: Hm... Hmhmhm...<3 Z: Good morning, Chris! I trust you slept well? C: Boppies... tidbies... Z: Hoohoohoo! You're such a sweetheart! While her assistant puts his head between her tiddies, Zinnia pulls out a device with her agenda for the week on it. It's got a bunch of listings, and a rain cloud for the local weather Z: Let's see... what's on the agenda this week... The bloom is happening soon... I've got a follow-up with Phoney... Oooh! You're gonna start a new game on stream today? Chris looks up from between her tits, his eyes all shiny and lost in the warmth of the moment. C: M... No. Z: No? Do I have the date wrong? C: Too comfy. Dun wanna. Z: Chris! You can't stay in my chest for the whole day! We hjave things to do! C: ...Pleeaase? Z: ...Okay, maybe for a little while longer. C: yesssss <3 Zinnia and Chris start unabashadly cuddling, with Chris giving her tons of kisses while she giggles. C: Chu! Z: Oooh! hehee, hoohoohoo!! As the two get closer, she starts looking visibily aroused. She's tangled him up in her tentacles, he's looking up with a blush, and a growing blush is on her cheeks. Z: Hnh.... mm... Mmmh.... Chris gives her one last kiss, leaving a string of saliva with a smile. Next we see them, Chris's hand has trailed it's way down her body and found its way between her tentacles, and it's grabbing him back as well C: Oh, don't we have things to do? Maybe we should... Z: Oh, but I'm so... Couldn't we just... Oh, come now, Chris! Please! C: Heh. nice. I'll make it quick. Z: No need. I always have time for you. Maaaaan. He is NOT making it to his stream on time.
December 12, 2025 at 9:33 PM
sailormew.bsky.social
Me looking up EASY crock pot recipes

The recipe - effectively cook the chicken before adding to the slow cooker.

Listen maybe I’m just lazy but if I’m gonna use my slow cooker I prefer to just drop the ingredients in the pot and then not have to think about it for 5-7 business days
December 7, 2025 at 7:09 AM
bryanpedersen.bsky.social
Maybe I'm just slow on the uptake, but this is one of the wilder, crazier left turns I've seen a movie make in a long time 😆
I love it #folkhorrorfriday
December 6, 2025 at 2:58 AM
quasehimbo.bsky.social
Maybe i'm bad in sex. Boring or too slow to "things" happens. Maybe i'm not as good as i think i am. I like to top and sometimes i love to have a dick inside me but, maybe but, I just got used to being what other men wanted me to be, and I don't really know who I am in sex... Maybe
December 4, 2025 at 11:57 AM
androgynefiend.bsky.social
I'm super bad at telling when people are crushing on me, and I either need it pointed out to me or to be shaken down. If someone said they loved me, I'd probably faint and fall over, and maybe hurt my tummy... but deep down i do want to be loved and cherished. I'm just slow to trust people & anxious
December 4, 2025 at 6:35 AM
Posting a version with some small mistakes fixed for all 3 people that care! Maybe I should just take the time to polish this a little more and post a fully rendered version, but I wanted to get this out for the holiday and had limited time (and I'm very slow!)
November 27, 2025 at 1:45 PM
corriezodori.bsky.social
Hey guys I really wanna help my fam out so I'm boosting my kof for a bit; anything is appreciated, even boosting. Everything I make here for a little while will go to them.

Full alt text in second screenshot.

ko-fi.com/zodori/gallery
Hey guys, I'm currently visiting my family out of state as I do every year and it's.... rough down here. To say the least. Not promoting this for myself but I really, really want to do something to help my family out. Their living conditions have worsened since I moved out and mom had her stroke. dad had a bad lupus flareup in the summer that nearly killed him (he's ok but the healing process is slow and he's pretty messed up.) My grandmother is in no condition to do anything either and she is slowly slipping into alzeihmers. Both showers are broken, the bathroom has black mold, the walls are scuffed and the wallpaper is peeling badly. The washing machine is broken entirely. And there's more but that's just the major stuff I can think of. If you want to help out at all anything I get on kof for a bit will go to my fam. Please don't mention details other than maybe a username if you decide to donate but please know it would mean a lot to us, and to me. I really love my family and I really want to help them. It's very hard to see them in this state. https://ko-fi.com/zodori/gallery razz, lunar and I are gonna try to help clean the house a little and do what we can to help on our own time. Don't feel obligated to send us anything but even boosting this will help immensely. Thank you guys so, so much.
November 28, 2025 at 6:36 PM
dutholec.bsky.social
It's actually unclear how much of this is latent within Lila and how much is Darmenzi controlling her, but I'll confirm that Jb was always Jewelyn. Darmenzi needed no mental manipulation to get her to do what she did.
As for Lila, the fact that she was already a lamia means she's even more powerful
“And these I imagine are like Jb’s as well,” Lila says, running a hand over a lavender shoulder pod. She squeezes it and a violet mist sprays out. “Ooh yes, sweet and intoxicating.” “It can glow and pulse a pattern, as well,” Darmenzi says. “So it can!” Lila says. Violet-blue rings pulse over the shoulder pods with a glow as drawing as a snake’s eyes. “I don’t even have to do anything. Just one look at me and people will know”—she grins and lifts her hands—“I am a goddess to be worshiped.” She removes a pair of headphones from around her neck and looks at Darmenzi. “And these?” “Jb had her goggles,” Darmenzi says. “You have a natural talent for singing, though, so just slip those over someone’s ears and all they’ll know is your hypnotic melody.” “Oh yes, this is wonderful,” Lila says. “I simply must try out these toys on someone.” She scans the field and spies Alya, standing and watching her with a blushing smile. “Oh yes, Alya!” “O-Oh, hi Lila!” Alya says. She waves. “Your new look is—it’s fantastic, I just love it–” Lila wraps her tail around Alya’s neck and drags her onto the stage. Jewelyn slams the door behind her and shrinks away along the wall, panting. She doesn’t know what to do next. All she knows is she can’t go back out there—not right now. Not with Darmenzi there, not with whatever they did to Lila out there. Maybe she can lay low for a bit, then when it seems like everyone’s leaving after the tournament’s end—would the finale be cancelled? It doesn’t matter. If she can slip out, maybe find her way home, maybe she can resume her life. Maybe. How long has she been Jb? Time didn’t seem to pass for her. What year was she from? Jewelyn couldn’t remember anymore. Maybe Darmenzi, or that cloud, or something pulled her into another universe. She couldn’t worry about that now. Lay low, wait, then try to get home and figure out where to go from there. She walks down a hall, torn between strolling and sprinting, between looking nonchalant and fleeing somewhere to hide. As she turns a corner she stumbles over somebody. “Ow! Hey, slow down and watch where you’re—” “Sorry, sorry, sorry, Wren,” Jewelyn says, “I’m in a hurry, and, uh—” Wren stares at her as if they’d seen a ghost. “Is something wrong?” “Jewelyn?” Wren shouts. “What?” Jewelyn asks. Well! A lot has happened, let’s stop here! We can’t very well have the vote between Lila and Jb without our regular Jb and beyond regular Jb, so hang on for a day while I figure out how to proceed with the vote. Maybe we’ll learn more about Jewelyn tomorrow, and maybe we’ll see what this new Lila can do . . .
November 29, 2025 at 11:16 PM
queenbunnybean.bsky.social
I did not understand why he played a fake idol on purpose. Maybe I’m slow but I don't get it. Just for attention? To make us hate him more? I’m so confused.
November 27, 2025 at 3:54 AM
celticsbball18.bsky.social
Maybe I’m just annoyed. Maybe it’s because I always get a little down during the holidays but I’m gonna speak my mind.

The Celtics may win some games, this one included, but this is not winning basketball. People used to complain about JT having slow starts but if you paid attention it was usually
November 26, 2025 at 11:24 PM
dorovain.bsky.social
who knows if I'll ever get the very involved continuation of my post-AM vampire AU off the ground... but I'm quite attached to this scene I wrote between Sylvain and Leif :')
Sylvain watched Dorothea fly off, eyes tearing up as the harsh wind cut across his face. He didn’t look away until she disappeared into the fog, taking a slow breath to steady himself; it was out of his hands now. He had to trust her. “Is this one of those times when you might pray to your goddess?” Leif asked, sauntering up behind him. “I’m not big on praying,” Sylvain replied with a shake of his head. “And even if I was, Dorothea would never want me to pray for her.” Curiosity glinted in Leif’s strange, dark eyes. “Oh? And here I thought everyone in Fódlan was expected to be pious.” “You’ve only seen Faerghus. We’re a little over the top.” Leif hummed. “You weren’t always. We all got along, once… Until one of your kings decided we had something he wanted.” Sylvain knew this history, though he’d had to go out of his way to seek it out. Gautier—and Itha, as well as sections of northern Fraldarius, for that matter—used to be part of Sreng; it was only after the newly-independent Kingdom lost the Leicester region that they sought to expand, desperate for more resources. And the teachings of Seiros gave them the perfect excuse to chase the heathens out. On the surface, it looked like the Church and its devoted followers had managed to scrub out any evidence of Gautier’s former inhabitants. But their mark on the land remained, for those who knew where to look: in old but well-loved folktales, in co-opted customs, in eroding monuments enshrined and forgotten in the deepest corners of the forest, hidden away from the cruel hands of conquest. Sylvain had listened for those echoes all his life, each one stirring up a slew of questions he didn’t dare ask aloud. And that stolen land was his home, a place where he’d never felt like an invader—but maybe that’s what he ultimately was. In Srengi, he murmured: “You have every right to hate me.” Leif answered back in his mother tongue, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “I did, when we were young. I hated everything about Gautier. The people, the language, the food…” “Everyone hates the food,” Sylvain pointed out. “Mm. I hated my father, too, for sending me there.” His tone grew more solemn. “For using me as a bargaining chip. It wasn’t like I had any say in the fact that we were at war; I wasn’t even old enough to fight. Why did I have to face the consequences of a conflict I had no part in?” It was unfair; or maybe it was perfectly fair, the price of privilege—the price of being born to a great family and bearing future responsibility. Sylvain would never act like he’d suffered in the same way Leif did, in that short time they spent together. But the situation had been as much a lesson for him, a stark reminder that he was never truly safe; that one unlucky battle was all it would take to turn him into a hostage of a conflict he wanted no part in. “How’s your father now?” he asked. Leif took a deep breath. “Still kicking. We’re on better terms these days. In fact, he was very pleased with everything I was able to learn as a prisoner—so in a strange way, I have you and your family to thank for our improved relationship.” “I’m glad at least one of us is making our parents proud.” What must his father be thinking right now? Surely he’d gotten word that Sylvain lost the northern fortress. Surely he was disappointed, even more than he already was—when Sylvain let an Afflicted imprint on his blood, when he refused to let her become a lab experiment, when he defended one of the monsters they’d been fighting for months. “If your father is anything like I remember,” Leif began, pinching his chin between his fingers, “then even if you were the perfect son and did everything right, he would find something to criticize.” Sylvain snorted. “Yeah, you’re spot on. But I’m causing a lot of trouble for him at the moment.” “How? You lost one fortress, but you could be doing far worse. You’ve swayed two enemies to your side and gathered vital intelligence to help protect your people. You’re out here in the freezing cold, fighting. That must count for something.” Sylvain studied Leif’s face, considering each word carefully. Was he really on their side? Who could say how long this truce would hold? Sylvain was an easy target right now. Maybe it wouldn’t be rational for Leif to kill him—but it was often a mistake, counting on people to be rational. “What do you think peace looks like?” he finally asked. “Between Fódlan and Sreng. Had you ever even thought about it before you saw me out here?” Or had he just told Sylvain what he wanted to hear? Leif’s eyes widened. “That is a heavy question, Sylvain. Not one I should be answering without thought. And I don’t know about you, but it’s a bit dark and cold out here for me to think.” Another gust blew over them, the torches lining the walkway flickering. “Let’s go inside and warm up,” Leif said, motioning Sylvain back towards his tent. “We can have a drink, play some chess... and see if this topic comes up again.” “That’s a solid idea,” Sylvain replied with a hum. But he couldn’t help turning back to the clouded night sky, a moon-kissed curtain over the great Srengi tundra. He couldn’t help thinking of Dorothea flying through the cold, alone, completely unaware of what might be lurking in the shadows. So many things could go wrong, and he wanted to trust she was strong enough to be alright, but… Leif placed a hand on his shoulder. “There’s nothing you can do for her now but wait. May as well do it someplace where you won’t get frostbite, yes?” Sylvain swallowed, tearing his gaze away and nodding to Leif. He could relax, even if just for a little bit. Think of it as diplomacy. “You make an excellent point. And I admit I’ve been curious which of us can hold his liquor better.” “That’s the spirit,” Leif said. “There’s hope for us yet.”
November 24, 2025 at 1:48 AM
mariarose.bsky.social
I think one thing that's also helping is *speed*.
Maybe it's just how I'm playing it, but Silksong is *fast*. Both failure and victory come incredibly fast, meanwhile in Hollow Knight fights were long, slow, and deliberate.
It's almost itching the Sonic fan part of my brain and I love it.
November 22, 2025 at 9:59 PM
airska.bsky.social
Turns out, maybe both Lacklon and Roland were too drunk to top. 🍻
#lackland #DragonAgeAbsolution
Lacking and Roland are a bit tipsy. Roland is hunched over Lacklon, asking “Are you sure you want to bottom tonight, my love?” Lacklon says “I’m too drunk to top so just… go slow.” Roland is humping Lacklon in slow deep thrusts. Roland says “Lacklon, you feel so good.” Lacklon is lost in his own pleasure, saying “Ah, right there. Holy shit, Rolls. Yes!” Then, Roland suddenly stops his slow, deep motions, and Lacklon hears the faint sound of snoring. Lacklon is confused. He asks “Rolls? Roland?” But Roland has fallen asleep, still inside Lacklon but probably too drunk to top. This is a zoomed out version showing all three pieces. Patreon.com/Airska
November 20, 2025 at 11:18 AM
windowseat.bsky.social
CW: depression, suicide, medical

Kevin and I used to talk about the slow suicide of severe chronic depression and the toll it takes not just on your mental health but your physical health; he always said it would be what killed him (maybe it was, I'll never know, but I'm sure it contributed). 🧵
November 19, 2025 at 7:33 AM
kdzwierzynski.bsky.social
today in the neighborhood facebook group:
post that says: “Today I had one of the most disappointing experiences in my 22 years as a Starbucks customer. I was at the Diversey & Clark location in Chicago and noticed the Wi-Fi was barely working (1.5 Mbps). | was trying to purchase some tickets and the page was not loading. I was visibly frustrated and expressed that for a $7 drink, customers should expect basic things like working internet. Instead of addressing the concern, I was told multiple times to leave the store. Let that sink in: expressing frustration about slow service got me kicked out. Is this the new Starbucks culture - where being an unhappy customer means you're no longer welcome? I've never been treated so poorly by a company I've supported for two decades. This experience makes me seriously reconsider ever buying from Starbucks again. Maybe I should change habits: supporting a local coffee shop than a corporation disrespecting unhappy customers.” reply that says: “Hey so I was there and saw you blow your lid. You're not telling the entire story- the ladies behind the counter were so so kn patient, you're lucky none of us called the cops. Edit: I just assumed you were unwell. But to see you justify this HOURS afterwards in your head and try to tell a completely different story where you WEREN'T the problem is seriously alarming. Best of luck to you, sir. Second edit, this really got under my skin: I don't care if you spent $500 and tipped with a gold bar, there is NO excuse to verbally abuse staff...? I'm so glad I saw this post, I just went on the corporate website to submit written feedback that praised the folks who successfully de-escalated a hostile man. (l paid with a gift card and didn't keep my receipt so I can't thank the cashier by name to make sure they get the recognition they deserve). Please stick to your local library next time. The WiFi is reliable, the staff have security on-site to handle folks in emotional distress, and “free" seems to be a better fit for your budget.” replies from original poster that say: “seems that you are not able to distinguish between an unhappy customer and someone unwell. I think kicking customers out, should be a last resort, not the first response at a customer's dissatisfaction. Managers should be trained to respond politely, not kick customers out. Yes, I responded animatedly, obviously being unhappy about being kicked out: " Really, are you kicking me out over this?"” and “I was definitely not happy about being asked to leave and I said I will not leave the space and I will contact corporate, which I did. Did | raise my voice? Well, the guy was over 10 feet away from me, moving around. But it was definitely not verbal aggressiveness. I did not crossed the line for showing my dissatisfaction about being kicked out.” another reply from the person who saw this happen: “This is embarrassing for you, the commitment to self-incrimination here is wild. You weren't "animated". You were screaming in a Starbucks. You had a screen-time meltdown like a toddler with an iPad because the WiFi was slow, and now you're doubling down as if they don't have your verbal abuse on their security footage? You could've logged off, deleted the post, or apologized. It's scary you feel this comfortable behaving this way publicly, multiple times.”
November 17, 2025 at 8:42 PM
miamikhail.bsky.social
But editing short videos is no joke, it takes several hours omg

I get why editors charge what they charge to edit a video, it takes hours just to edit a 1m video

Or maybe I'm just slow because I'm still learning?? 💦
November 16, 2025 at 1:17 PM
kermie.bsky.social
one thing about the current state of things--it's been easier to write, in fact, I've HAD to write. And I'm sharing here because sometimes the realizations are so comforting it's impossible not to share.
Image of text, a poem: The problem with hope The problem with hope is I expect it to be big. Big enough to sweep up my worries, to flood my despair, to swallow up the collective pain. A superhero. Instead hope is like a speck, infuriatingly small. Like a slow drip of water from a faucet, drip drip drip as my thirst feels unrelenting. But. Maybe hope has to be small. Small enough to find the cracks in my faith, to soften the edges of the brokenness, to seep into my tender heart, to quietly show up in small, everyday acts. When you made the protest sign sent the “thinking about you” text brought a load of groceries to the food pantry signed up for volunteer shifts said ‘thank you so much’ waved hello and gently pet the dog cared about the people halfway across the world asked where you can give money stood in front the danger hugged me longer wept for the world shared your anger offered to help helped, helped, helped, drip drip drip Just small enough. -carmen bocanegra
November 17, 2025 at 3:25 PM
violetsmith.bsky.social
I'm seeing so much Zoro in lingerie art recently and I need you to know I'm swooning over each and every one.

For my contribution to the genre, here's an extract from my SanZo/ZoSan fic The Eye's Blindness 💚

Featuring Zoro in a corset, stockings and little lace panties with bows on.
Sanji gapes. He thinks maybe he has a brief out-of-body experience. Because Zoro, fucking Roronoa Zoro, Roronoa “I regularly forget to eat or bathe because I'm thinking about swords too hard” Zoro, is wearing fucking lingerie. Not just any lingerie either, oh no. An honest-to-god corset, all black on black, expensive fabric and intricate boning that's clearly been specifically constructed to fit a masculine form. To manipulate it. To push up the perfect little handfuls of Zoro's well formed pecs, to squeeze in the sides of his trim waist and give the illusion of hips beneath. To give him curves. What the fuck. What the fuck. Speechless with shock, Sanji pulls open the fastening of Zoro's trousers with trembling fingers, shoving them artlessly to his ankles. “Holy fucking shit.” The scrap of black lace covering Zoro's crotch and hugging the curve of his arse can only be described as sinful–clingy little briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. There's a tiny black satin bow just at the jut of each hip bone. Sanji thinks the bows might be what actually kills him dead. Zoro crosses his arms over his chest defensively. “Nope,” Sanji finds himself saying. “No way, fucking hell, let me look at you, darling, I have to look at you, shit.” He coaxes Zoro's arms back down to his sides and holds them there. He’s wearing actual fucking stockings, sheer, held up at the tops by suspenders attached to the lower edge of the corset. “Fuck. Fuck. Do you have any idea what yo Sanji could smack his head into the damned mast. Beautiful, adorable, fucking frustrating man. “You've had my attention from the moment I fucking saw you, you dick. You don't need anything else to keep it.” Zoro grins, still shy but now turning just a little bit wicked. “So you don’t like it?” He kicks off his boots and his trousers, then spins in a slow circle, letting Sanji see from every angle. The pert little swell of his arse under the black lace is lethal, Sanji knows he won’t recover from the sight of it. The way the flesh of his thighs bulges out ever so slightly over the tops of the stockings. “Should I take it all off?” “Ohh fuck, baby, you're killing me.”
November 16, 2025 at 9:55 AM
fredo.bsky.social
I was listening to an episode of @funfactorpod.com (which is really great, btw you guys should have me on) where they're talking about Edge magazine issue 16 and they had an interesting convo regarding this letter sent into Edge and their reply. I'm screenshotting / transcribing below:
By their nature, reviews are subjective. One man's meat is another man's poison. Your magazine has an absolute right to express its opinions. Blah blah blah. уе finally managed to get hold of AVP, and | can honestly say that your review was the most extraordinary exercise in bullshit Гуе read for a long time. It was so crammed with knee-jerk smugness and blistering illogicality that it’s hard to know where to begin. suppose a list will do the job. |. ‘The front end is incredibly slow.’ Damn Rebellion for its insolence! Wasting five seconds of our lives is unpardonable! 2. ‘There’s no real strategy in AVP.’ Perhaps we're just using different definitions of strategy or maybe I'm just a crap gamesplayer, but | found that if | didn’t plan the way | used medikits and ammunition, | wound up dead. 3. ‘When you kill an Alien, its corpse creates an obstacle.’ Yeah, so lure them out. Use medikits wisely. Use... strategy! 4. ‘In Doom you never know what’s around the next corner — in AVP it’s usually nothing.’ Really? Maybe | could borrow your cart, because on mine the Aliens are bloody everywhere. 5. ‘Some atmospheric music would be nice.’ Nice. Yes. Sod sinister. Sod the dull throb of distant engines and the shock of a shrieking Alien or whispering Predator. Let's get nice. 6. Wolfenstein seven out of ten, AVP four out of ten. Good call, Edge. Reactionary nostalgia is what pushed forward the boundaries of gameplaying. 7. ‘AVP is a lumbering imitation of Doom.’ Imitation in as much as Sonic is an imitation of Mario and MK is an imitation of SFII. Doom has unquestionably set a standard in the firstperson-perspective genre. But lumbering? Edge, are we being just a little bit precious? Oooh! Take your cotton-picking hands off my format! Don't you dare change the gameplay or I'll scratch your eyes out! In concluding, let me outline a couple of risks. As an owner of a struggling console, | run the risk of being over-defensive. | forked out hard cash for my Jaguar, and | don’t want to see it fail. So, just to qualify my position, let me state that I’ve been seriously disappointed by the software Atari has produced. With the notable exception of Tempest 2000, the games have been atrocious. Brutal Sports Boreball, Boreden, Dino Bores, Trevor McBore and, yes, even Wolfenbore —all of them utter crap. As for you, Edge, you run another risk. You are streets ahead of the other games mags. Your readers know it. Sadly, so do you. Your risk is smugness, a kind of ‘more adult than thou’ approach to gaming which doesn’t shirk from standing, reed-like, against the hurricane of popular opinion. The way | see it, AVP presented an irresistible target. Everyone had been talking about it for an infuriatingly long time and poor old Atari had pinned its hopes on its success. Your reviewer couldn’t wait to be the one to stick the knife in. Garciano Sol, London EDGE'S REPLY: Oh dear. Edge seems to have touched a raw nerve here. God forbid that anyone should dare to criticise the Jaguar’s flagship game. Your implication that Edge should have pulled its punches simply because of Atari’s precarious position in the console market runs contrary to everything the magazine stands for. And the accusation that anti-Jaguar prejudice was the cause of AVP’s low mark is ludicrous — Edge didn’t hear anyone complaining when it gave Tempest 2000 nine out of ten in issue 8. Have you considered the possibility that Edge simply didn’t like AVP? Maybe it’s a game that only shows its true colours when the lights are turned down, the sound is cranked up, and Doom is switched off on the neighbouring PC. Well, Jaguar owners will soon be able to choose between both experiences — id’s classic arrives on the Jag in December. As for AVP, Edge's decision is final and no more correspondence will be entered into.
November 16, 2025 at 10:37 PM
gemmaclark.bsky.social
🧵Maybe I’m just a strange nerd, but my BSc is in psychology. I loved it and have started a masters level module (not event sure where I’m headed with this yet 🤣) but I find ploughing through journal articles weirdly soothing. I think it’s because you have to go slow and really think.
November 11, 2025 at 8:19 PM
plantybug.bsky.social
Hellion's famous for her portal rings, which she uses to toy with her fans, and as Aeos finds find out, she can be quite creative with them!

(Hellion the Salazzle-Houndoom hybrid belongs to @leafnoodle.bsky.social, and Aeos the Heliolisk belongs to @bananarray.bsky.social)
A shaded sketch seen from the point of view of Hellion, a female Salazzle-Houndoom hybrid. She's standing up, holding a flaccid horsecock and balls poking out of a glowing portal ring. She's looking down at Aeos, a slightly chubby Heliolisk, who's lying on a bed, holding his legs up and exposing his soft uncut cock, balls, and ass. HELLION: You're in luck! I've got a Scolipede volunteer who's been waiting *weeks* for me to pump his seed deep in a tight, warm hole, and I think you've got just the hole~! So what do you say? Think your soft, *luxurious* rear is up to the challenge~? AEOS: Umm...M-maybe? (Elsewhere, a Scolipede stands in a grocery store looking surprised.) Hellion has put on a harness and is wearing the Scolipede's horsecock as a strapon, her hands on her hips. Said cock is now fully erect and is laying on top of Aeos's, hiding the Heliolisk's own cock and balls completely. He looks intimidated but also excited. HELLION: "*Still* want to give it a try~?" AEOS: ...Mmhmm... HELLION: ...Wonderful~ I'll go slow, but do let me know if it gets to be too much~ (Elsewhere, a Scolipede is looking shocked and confused.) Hellion is now holding Aeos by the legs as she thrusts the horsecock into him, giving the Heliolisk a noticeable belly bulge. His balls have tightened a bit, and his own cock is now erect and drooling a small puddle of precum on himself. HELLION: My, don't you look cute stretched around this bug's shaft~ I'm afraid I've run out of lizard, though! AEOS: Ah...Hah...You mean that's not all of it!? HELLION: Why no, darling, you're barely halfway there! Scolipede mares *are* ten times your size, after all...But your hole is almost kissing the ring, which is still quite the achievement~ (Elsewhere, a Scolipede pants heavily.) Hellion slides another inch or two of the horsecock into Aeos's ass with a wet SHLRP, completely burying the medial ring inside him. The bulge in the Heliolisk's belly is now even bigger, and his balls are clenching tight as he shoots his load across his chest. AEOS: Ouuughhh...Oh, *gosh—!!* HELLION: *Goodness*, I can feel you sucking him in, sweetie! Your body must be *hungry* for horsecock~ And it looks like our friend is flaring up in there, which means you're about to find out just how *productive* a Scolipede can be~ (Elsewhere, a Scolipede shivers and exhales through his nose.)
November 11, 2025 at 11:20 PM
crvwolf.bsky.social
Guys i just realized something??!! Or maybe I'm delusional? Or slow? Anyway

I already noticed that the first image looks like a reference to GOOD NIGHT era, but the crown.... That's very OOTD of her 🫡
November 11, 2025 at 9:38 AM
projectazar.com
I'm just laughing at thinking 1.25 is anything but painfully slow.

"Dog I'm so alpha I listen at the normal speaking speed of your average high schooler."

Maybe policy debate broke me, but bragging about 1.25 is just so cringe.
November 11, 2025 at 2:43 AM