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24 . ela/dela . 🔞 nunca vou me formar . desgraça @snuffbait.transgender.quest

Its face was already scrunched up when it realized it had let itself too loose. Did it matter? She was no witness. She was a meal. Its chest tightened again. "What are you reading?" it asked, having ended up settling for a rough voice whose original owner it could not recall. Her trembling fingers stopped unwrapping the butcher paper and her blown pupils returned to the creature. For a second, it thought recognition would fade from them, but instead a smile greater than the rest made her cheeks partially obscure her eyes. "Oh!" Keaton dropped her rations to her lap and raised the book with clear effort.
"I found this dead bird in the woods," it said, presenting it to her with lax claws. Despite the threatened haze, she made a little sound and took a closer look at it. That feathered feeling in its chest surged. "I thought you might like to see it." Her eyes were so wide despite the fluttering eyelids. So lively. The distinct knowledge that it'd be the one to detach that light in them crossed its mind and it turned to stone, which was all the better for her to retrieve her gift.
(...) Please?" Though it knew it wouldn't have enough for the usual spaced out double dose that seemed to work best for her, it laid a careful hand on her arm and bent down to meet the curve of her neck. "Yes," it whispered before piercing her with its fangs yet again. Though the very fibers of her muscles resisted its intrusion, her arms once again unwrapped so she could grab onto whatever part of it she could and pull it further in. The drawn out moan she let out betrayed more than relief. It could only hope the worst of the pain would soon pass --- before it gave her new sources of it, anyway.
Spreading its limbs out on the floor around her, it bent over her and tried to peer into her eyes. It stiffened up in its attempt not to jolt back when she returned its gaze. "Hey, you…" she called out, slurring her words. Her hair clung to her sweaty neck and forehead. "It's really interesting when you unhinge your jaw. Can I…" She had to pause to moisten her lips again and it found its spine to be frozen in place. "Touch it?"
She was so taken by it she hardly noticed how long it took Amelia to reply. "I hurt you," she mumbled, her breath right on Casey's ear. It made her shiver. Another bout of laughter. Amelia's arm pressed down on her. Shouldn't she be laughing too? It'd been a great joke. "Should I care?"
someone playing "loves me, loves me not" but the phrases are "want to eat her, want to fuck her". the last petal is "want to fuck her".
mensagens de texto no discord. salgadora de terra: "gente o que é isso que eu achei na bolsa da vika? eu devia me preocupar? (imagem de duas caixas de Primogyna dentro de bolsa)" cachorra espumando chamar o CCZ: "é meus contraceptivos amor"
(listed from left to right, top to bottom): Gatherers "(mutilator.)" Stay Inside "Blight" Circa Survive "The Amulet" Hail the Sun "POW! Right In The Kisser" Sufferer "Sufferer" Hail the Sun "Wake" Sweet Pill "Where the Heart Is" Secret Band "Secret Band" Dance Gavin Dance "Pantheon" Royal Coda "Compassion" Saosin "Translating the Name" Tides of Man "Empire Theory" Circa Survive "On Letting Go" Saosin "Along The Shadow" Stolas "Living Creatures" Placebo "Covers"
Lista: Daggerfall, SSX 3, Rimworld, Transistor, Fear & Hunger, Animal Crossing, Style Savvy, Sims 2, Terraria
Promotional card for an amateur work of fiction. Consists of black text on a textured red background lined by anatomical diagrams of a spider. The first and smallest block of text reads "teratophillia - sapphic - assimilation - self-destruction". The second and largest block of text reads "seeping through". The last block of text reads "Prey that strays from the pack and places itself under its claws should be discarded. Still, it has little option but to consume and replace this woman."