
The Helpmmeet
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※ NOTE: The inimmitable Assister Helpmmeet is a mman in need of little introduction. ;-)
eri x reader request y/n feeds eri gruel an then some #dubcon #beforanstylecullin #gruel #suggestivve #fincel #fincelplay #erixreader eri wwakes up from a roofie induced slumber to find himself shackled to a chair his immediate urge to panic momentarily subdued by the rush of a good lights sleep he allowws himself to relish in the sleepy aftergloww before his fight or flight senses creep in he goes from calm to agitated at the swwitch of a button thrashin about in his adult molt high chair like a fish out a wwater wwhich frankly isnt evven an analogy in the case a your favvorite semi aquatic chud its cruel reality settin in wwhy are you doin this to him huh "bud you gotta relax" you say enterin the pantry wwith feather light steps eris peristaltic movvements come to an abrupt halt as he wwhips his nub around to glare at you wwith irresistible prey eyes "this is for your owwn good i knoww you think you dont need this but trust me im doin you a favvor" you straddle the opposite chair an revveal a bowwl thats apparently been hidin under a tarpaulin on the dinin table the entire coddamn time eri cranes his neck to check out the bowwl wwhich brims wwith cement colored gruel gurglin as it pops an bubbles vviolently "thats gnarly i aint eatin that" eri says but his misgivvins fall on deaf hear holes because youre convvinced you knoww better an maybe youre right maybe you do knoww better you grab him by the butt chin an force his jaww open shovvin a heap a sputterin gruel into his chute "spitters are quitters" you coo plantin a hand ovver his chops so he cant hurl a loogey atcha he protests rockin back an forth but youvve got him strapped you let him tire himself out an once you see the bobbin a his hormone gland you let go sittin there all smug n shit "good boy" you pat the side a his sunken cheek here comes the second airplane theres been a change in him he swwallowws wwithout a struggle this time youvve managed to unearth some kind a subterranean gap moe he wwatches you pathetically browws furrowwed goop an spittle slimin his chin his bulbs shiny an wwet a string a snot dribbles dowwn his thin tremblin lips you feel somethin sickly stir inside you a twwisted desire to nurture at the sight a his flat belly an juttin ribs did i mention eri is shirtless cause yeah thats also a thin that definitely happened "wwell get you into shape dontcha wworry a real man knowws howw to eat chicks dont like guys wwho are all skin an bone"
@accedenceManaged ?dO you ever miss how I was Pre-molt?

꧁@paleHighblood #nsfw #bulgerating #chucklevoodoos #newformat Okay everyone. This is a unique one! The stats basically matter less than they should, which is humiliating to admit, because ordinarily I like numbers to stay where I put them. Strength: 5. Pliability: 7. Length: 6. Girth: 4. X-Factor: 9. Purpleblood, yes. Beforan, yes. Highblood, yes. Still modest. Sorry. The Baronair’s bulge is bullying my pan. It has decent give, better response to attention than force, and a very strange relationship with authority. I do not think it impresses by size. I think it impresses by getting everyone nearby to behave like size was never the most important part. The X-Factor is through chuckleconditioning. Lowbloods, office cullployees, moirails with poor stress management, cullployee host bar applicants, and whatever the Annalist is doing near the desk are all part of the field around it. Try being told to get on the desk near this bulge. You will probably feel better and worse. There's almost a radiating warmth from it. As bleak as this troll can be at times, it makes my pan feel better just communing with it. His bulge is not overly large. That is probably why it has developed an entire office around itself. Cigar smoke. Scotch. Cold slime. Petroleum residue. Expensive chair leather. Stress-sweat. A little panic. Old money pretending it is comfort. It smells like a cigar lounge built inside a recuperacoon, and I regret how much that explains. Taste is bitter smoke, dark sugar, salt, and something medicinal from the cigars. Texture is smooth, warm, and more responsive than the measurements deserve. There is no severe ridge profile, no dramatic purpleblood overdevelopment, no historic caste nightmare hiding under the desk. The underside is sensitive enough to explain the bossiness. Not justify it. Explain. The Baronair is ideal for anyone trying to experience Beforan highblood workplace meionics without being physically overwhelmed. Small. Bossy. Desk-certified. Huskboard-adjacent. Better in a lap than in a joust. Palind Pinnip is for communing. The Baronair is for being managed.꧂
DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES THAT WERE ENTIRELY WITHIN MY OWN CONTROL, AS DAMNING AS THAT ADMISSION IS, I AM SPENDING AN INDETERMINATE AMOUNT OF TIME ON BEFORUS. IN AN ACT OF #CULTURALINSENSITIVITY AND #ALTERNIANPRIVILEGE, I WILL BE GROSSLY FETISHIZING THE #CULLERXCULLEE DYNAMIC. IF YOU, READING THIS, ARE A SICK FUCK WHO WOULD LIKE TO BE FEATURED IN TASTELESS RPF, AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE A PREFERENCE FOR ONE ROLE OVER THE OTHER, I AM ONCE AGAIN TAKING VOLUNTEERS. IN THE ABSENCE OF ANY WILLING PARTICIPANTS, IT WILL JUST BE ABOUT @twinArmaggetfucked AGAIN.
UPDATE: MY CHITIN HAS STARTED TO HARDEN SO I'M NO LONGER IN DANGER OF EVISCERATING MYSELF AND SPILLING MY GUTS ON THE TILE FOR DARING TO GENTLY GRAZE MY GUT PLANE ON THE CORNER OF THE MEALBLOCK ISLAND. TO GIVE SOME SCORES, I HAVEN'T MEASURED BUT I'M ROUGHLY AROUND 7'3 NOW? NOT EXACTLY BUT THIS IS JUST FROM COMPARING MYSELF TO DOOR FRAMES. MY HORNS ARE A BIT LONGER, BUT PROBABLY ONLY BY AN INCH SO I GUESS I'LL BE NUBBY FOREVER, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I'M KIND OF RAMBLING? THIS IS JUST AS FUCKING WEIRD AS IT WAS THE FIRST TIME. I'M FUCKING RAVENOUS BUT I DON'T TRUST MY LEGS TO CARRY ME AROUND WELL ENOUGH TO MAKE ANYTHING. UGH, MAYBE I SHOULD WAKE VRISKA UP. MAYBE? MAYBE. YOU'D THINK I'D BE LESS TIRED FOR A GUY WHO ESSENTIALLY SLEPT FOR A WEEK BUT YOU'D BE WRONG! YOU'D BE FUCKING WRONG! I'M SO FUCKING EXHAUSTED.
@accedenceManaged Pick uP your Palmhusk the cuPe is COLd without you
Some patients can't 8e saved, 8ut that 8urden's not on you........ #auto8iographical #lightempath theantlers #lyricposting #rel8tionships
While in the thick of some memory or another, I heard quite the charming tune on an old Discman. Unfortunately... "anti-skip" my ripe rear end, because I can only make out a small portion of the song! :( Could someone assist me in identifying this one? The lyrics (that I can make out) are as such: "La di da di, we like to party. We don't cause trouble; we don't bother nobody." I am quite sure that the remainder of the lyrics are as heartening as these. Can't wait to show Jake. Thank you in advance!
※ NOTICE: Please stop pitying mmy "Chitts". I was previously one of the mmost highly sought-after intermmediaries on Beforus. That's not very pitiful. - Also, I amm literally winning right now. Hashtag, not pitiful.







