What, The Forest-dwelling Entities With Imperfect Human Mimicry Who Insinuate Themselves Into Groups

I am on the floor, laughing. Wildbow possesses a very funny sense of humor.

Weight gain kink is the agp of being fat

“Hype Moments and Aura” has unfortunately become a fixture of my vocabulary.

My friend is reading through Worm for the first time and she’ll tell me about something and i’ll be like “Classic Taylor Aura Farming”

Do you ever think about how Noelle could mass-produce testosterone by absorbing estradiol

SO true! this is what happened to trans woman uber and trans woman leet when they got eaten by noelle, but luckily the clones and the originals bonded over their mutual respect for gamer girl vore. theyre friends now and star in a "Two Gamers On The Couch" style webcomic

I'm plushiemoding I'm laying in your bed all inanimate and shit You can flip me over or cuddle me if you feel like it

I would have really loved to see what would happen if String Theory had survived Gold Morning. What do the Wardens even do with her running around except appeasement? There are a lot of countries getting close to war with Gimel, and she is essentially a nuclear detterant all on her own. No one wants to kick the country with a woman who can boil your seas. More importantly, the second she got out of lockup, she'd go hunting down what happened with the egg Lab Rat had, and I'm sure she'd manage to find Chris.

Cannot imagine how horrible she would be as a bitchy aunt, there to permanently rub it in Lab Rat's face that she survived and all he has left is this teenage sorta-clone. They would absolutely despise each other. Would be a much more interesting conversation when Vicky goes to investigate his living situation though.

I wish Amoebey Dallon had a canonical villain costume as The Red Queen. Totally support her journey of doing crimes Comfy style in jeans but she should have considered I wanted to draw her really leaning into the villain thing

the pale mech pilot (chronically depressed tgirl) slumps out of its cockpit after a prolonged battle (playing borderlands 2 for 6 hours) at the orders of its handler [NO METAPHOR HERE] shocked from having its neural interface ripped out (taking off noise canceling headphones) it is quickly rewarded with just a pulse of neurostims, (a drink of water and a handful of chicharrones) legs slack against the ground as it struggles to remember how to operate outside of its titanic metal shell it calls a body (memory foam mattress)