Scroll less, discover more
Struggle - Blog Posts
Cooming Soon: Vore Audio
Enji began to suffer from the symptoms of being a pred. His roundness belly was filled to the brim with the pressure of the villains on his warm insides.
In the belly of a Hashira
Where’s the paradise if not in Gyomei’s belly?
¨It's time to go to down, my poor little meal~¨
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
This audio is of free imagination, so you can imagine the pred. It can be anything, an animal, a character, whatever you want. 😊
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
This audio is of free imagination, so you can imagine the pred. It can be anything, an animal, a character, whatever you want. 😊
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
This audio is of free imagination, so you can imagine the pred. It can be anything, an animal, a character, whatever you want. 😊
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
Vlad's Big Feast. 😳🍷
Vlad asked to speak to Mic and Eraser alone at a party for all the teachers, it was rare that he wanted to speak to both of them at the same time. He must have something up his sleeve and that's how it was, he asked Hizashi to come closer to him and the blond approached with all innocence. The next move was very unpredictable.
Kan lifted him with his big arms, the blond just looked confused at his friend Shouta, everything was fine until he carefully opened his mouth and began to swallow his partner Yamada. Aizawa jumped back in shock, he was watching how he They ate it without any reaction. One last swallow took him to his stomach, which suddenly swelled into the shape of Present Mic, his tongue protruding gasping in satisfaction at his food, but he still didn't feel full. Eraserhead was still there stunned, he can't move until he saw Vlad King approaching him, along with his best friend inside him. Despite having become heavier he was still much faster, he managed to corner the dark-haired man before he could cross the door, he licked his lips and smiled at him with those big fangs.
-Enjoy the view first~- Kan clung his stomach to it, he could see how Hizashi moved inside, the gurgling sounds of his stomach became more present as well as the little struggles, barely perceptible in the cramped space. He put his head in his mouth completely passing it to his tight throat full of strange liquids, a wet sound echoed around a gulp, swallowing him up to his shoulders, now he had trouble breathing and the little air was not so oxygenable, when the more he went down, that warm temperature was present.
The Blood Hero took a strong gulp that introduced it to his abdomen, now only his legs were hanging from his jaws, Aizawa kicked a little feeling the weightlessness to which Sekijiro took another powerful swallow that covered him up to his knees, suddenly inside his throat a gurgle from his stomach resounded in front of his face, which collided with a sphincter of flesh, it was the entrance to Vlad's stomach to which he took one last swallow that introduced Shouta completely into his throat pushing him towards him. sphincter, which opened when he collided with Mic's face upon receiving it, his stomach was very tight so he forced himself to get into a fetal position next to the blond through the reduced space, now he could only hear the intestinal sounds inside. Suddenly the walls press a little on all sides, it was Kan massaging his belly full of his two companions.
Both went crazy and began to squirm inside his tight stomach, it was difficult for them to move but they could do it a little, they writhed the best they could, if he was going to digest them they going to make him through the worst possible, although it seemed the opposite since each Every time they struggled, Vlad let out a couple of burps and his stomach began to make more gurgles, from its walls they began to secrete more viscous and disgusting liquid.
-Come on guys, you just make me feel more pleasure and speed up your digestion...*Brraaauurrp~!!*-he laughed stroking his huge belly. They stood still as they realized that the liquids were rising to their breasts leaving less room to breathe, the walls of their stomach contracted with more force squeezing them even more, both of them were putting pressure on their bodies as tight as they were. Now they were really tired and weak from the acids starting to work on them, their clothes has being to get completely digested and their skin was starting to burn, each one gives his last blow, there are no more energies left, the digestive juices are almost above their necks and they have taken all the energies. Everything around them was sticky and hot, everything slowly blurs, they let their stomach sounds lull them to sleep.
Kan simply pats his stomach to make his belly finish the job, his stomach growling monstrously to let out a huge belch that expels the leftover and half-digested pieces of his teammates heroic gear, his stomach slowly shrinking to fit only with the lump of bones that were not digested. Eraserhead and Present Mic woke up disoriented in the same room, they didn't know how they were alive after that. They remembered absolutely everything, even all the pain they felt, apparently Vlad King had put something in their drinks.
Fin.
Dio doesn't seem to be full from his previous lunch, so he asked you to come to his room.
You have no choice but to enjoy your stay for a few hours...or minutes.
-¨The servants taste much better than the food they bring..~¨
This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.
Why is it so hard to come up with a backstory for my OC? I guess I will just keep drawing his cute stupid face until I have an idea.
Here doodles no. 3 and 4. Let's see what happens first, me coming up with a valid idea for his backstory or me drawing him 100 times.
I just got an idea of maybe expanding his powers to trap specific coordinates into a card and then being able to carry them around and place them somewhere else. That's quite a cool idea. (Just need to be careful to not copy Yishu's powers.)
Note: I still don't know if I like the noses in profile-view ...
I need to not get into dead fandoms… ;-;
~friendssss?~ ‘i call into the void’
The wall
I've dug my fingers in the slated spaces between bones. Clawing and dragging my way up this jagged wall. Knees braced against bleached and broken fragments. Stained red where they've nicked my skin.
Silent is the cursed air. Like the very sound of my voice may break in front of me. Cutting even deeper than the bits of skelton beneath my palms. Than the pale splinters lodged under my nails.
I see nothing above or below, only the wall stretches endless anchoring me in it's ancient death.
Hey Y'all!
I'm searching for a short nickname for my own. It don't have to be a real word or name. If you have something in mind that could fit, feel free to send me a message.
It's just course,,,i'm really struggling with the names/nicknames that i have,,,nothing seems to fit.
🚨URGENT🚨
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child🥺
Please Help Me My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
Please Donate now:👇🥺
https://gofund.me/d272a0d1
.
Hello,
I hope you’re all doing well. 🌿
I need your help to share my family's story and raise awareness about our struggle. Every voice counts, and your support means the world. 🙏
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or, if you're able, consider donating just $5—it could be life-changing for those facing unimaginable hardship.
Your kindness and solidarity make a real difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍✨
@aboodfmly
.
Since I’m struggling
Financially at the moment, I decided that I’m going to open at least one Etsy to help bring money in. Since my fiancé and I are living on our own with four pets on one income. The one I’m starting with is a pet supply one, once I have it up and running I’ll link it if anyone is interested. Also if you have any advice on what to put in my Etsy or other ways to bring in more money it’d be appreciated immensely.
Yes I’m adding pictures of my cute guinea pigs to hopefully get more attention so I can get advice. Also just love sharing my adorable babies with the world. They’re amazing honestly.
I hate that the possibility of me not being able to finish college and get a bachelor’s degree is getting more and more realistic.
I’m relying on a scholarship type thingy that pays a big chunk of my tuition but it relies on my grades, I need like all A’s in order to be able to keep going to college. I know that theoretically I didn’t but I can’t help but feel like I failed.
It also doesn’t help that I can’t really work due to disability (I unfortunately was unable to get benefits even though one of my testers(?) said I need it).
Something interesting I just realized, because I‘m experiencing it pretty badly at the moment:
It‘s hardly talked about, but once you are making noticable progress in your recovery from depression the damage it has done on your life really starts to kick in.
Suddenly you‘re more aware than ever how much work/social events/life in general you missed, because the question „Why did you achieve so little over the past couple of years?“ is absolutely inevitable and people will think that you were lazy during that time.
I think this is the most dangerous point of recovery for relapses, because whenever someone asks you what you did or didn‘t do while you were sick the realisation hits like a train.
Me saying this could definitely be regarded as pretentious, since I myself haven‘t exactly found a way to cope with this feeling, but I feel like it‘s very important to drown out those voices of „you didn‘t do anything“ „you were just lazy“ and „you‘re a complete failure, look at you“ with thoughts of „I survived.“ „I made it through“ „I managed not to let myself starve, I showered“ „I fed my pets/watered my plants regardless of how terrible I felt“
I‘m mainly saying this to myself in this post, but figured maybe this makes it onto the feed of someone who needs to hear this as well. Stay strong guys, we can get through this!
The moment when you want to do something but social media is not doing what is usually does for you so you just open and close all the apps that make you feel something which ends up in you writing a Tumblr post without commas while listening to the same song you've been listening to for the whole day nonstop.
-kalika
Letter #29
As I stare upon the reflection of my glass Containing the same thing I know May very well be what kills me one day I feel nothing. It's just me, my thoughts And the numb taste of an indulgent slow decline Deadline in hand, waiting on empty promises. I feel absolutely nothing.
Date Written: 1st of October, 2023
Letter #27
How many wounds can a human body take Before it inevitably falls into ruin? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions, perhaps? As my wrists join my shoulders, Join my torso, join my chest, Join my ankles, join my toes, Join my neck, join my back, Join each and every lasting scrap Of what remains to be my face Dripping at an ever rapid pace I guess time shall try the test Seeking battle to heal it's best Before my demons rip me of all flesh A bag of bones in wait to be refreshed Sunlight, their everlasting summer At last red no longer the only colour I do not know which side I want to win I only know I no longer feel the hands of fear Only numbness and a longing for the air To hold every inch of me it cannot yet reach
Date Written: 23rd of September, 2023
“If you’re in hell, how can you live like an angel ? You’re surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel? That’s like suicide.”
One of the truest and saddest quotes ever.
"No War"
I looked to the east and there was a war.
I looked to the west and there was a war.
I looked north and I looked south and there was a war.
I looked within and there was a war.
I felt no peace, no safety, no comfort anywhere.
With bone deep, aching tiredness, I looked at the arduous journey before me with quiet, blank eyes.
Whatever my destiny maybe, I started with the war within.
I bled and cried out emotions, pains and fears.
Years of souls haunting me from beyond their graves.
I fought and I fought and I fought.
They whispered sweet nothings in my ears. Their sirens call piercing as they wail and they wail and they wail.
I still fought and I fought and I fought.
And before I knew, their voices grew weak.
They washed over me like sea foam, dull and bleak.
Then I built and I built and I built.
After what felt like centuries, I lifted my head.
I looked to the east and I looked to the west.
I looked to the north and I looked to the south.
There was no war, only peace.
~Me
9 April (The joy of being in STEM)
Today was not the best by any stretch of the imagination. I was fighting myself most of the day trying to get my HW done despite putting in good time to try and complete it, the topics just aren’t resonating.
I find myself once again dragging behind the rest of my peers despite studying just as hard as they do. Sadly, I couldn’t tell you the last time I actually had a weekend to myself, or a nice moment that wasn’t overshadowed by the crippling weight of school.
I wish there were more instructors who truly understood that different students have different needs.
Stay up✌🏿
🎧 Einaudi: Fox Tracks (Day 1) - Ludovico Einaudi