I Mean F/F Hasnt Been My Preference In Years So My Hunch Might Be Off But Have You Read This One?

I mean F/F hasn’t been my preference in years so my hunch might be off but have you read this one?

Sorry for bitching about this a lot but sometimes I do feel left out for not liking male preds. It seems to be the norm in this website. Seeing horny digestion sequences with guys taunting their belly always makes me uncomfortable and I wish it didn’t. Like I wish I could just agree with everybody who says it’s hot but uhhhhh the idea of any woman being forcefully dominated in that way by some guy and having her life snuffed out is incredibly distressing to me

pred's stomach being almost like a separate entity to the pred.

it makes demands and decisions that it's owner is powerless to refuse.

the pred might try to resist their stomach's commands, leading them to angst over the inevitable failure.

or they already accepted the futility of the situation. and they nonchalantly go along with what their stomach makes them do. even still they're sometimes surprised by its brutality. but they just laugh it off, making light of the situation, because there's nothing else to do

other's might see their uncaringness as callous. but it's the preds best option

its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

404 Media

Tumblr and Wordpress to Sell Users’ Data to Train AI Tools

Internal documents obtained by 404 Media show that Tumblr staff compiled users' data as part of a deal with Midjourney and OpenAI.

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

You know the neat thing about soul vore as a concept? From the perspective of a predator their prey is still there with them, but to observers the predator can seem mad.

The idea of a mutual friend or acquaintance of the predator and prey struggling to understand how the predator who to all appearances had loved the prey could have eaten them.

The predator is just like “Together forever :3” but the observer is having an existential crisis about everything they thought they knew about this person they thought they understood.

I love you. You know that, right? I love you so much.

And yet, I still feel those... Feelings. Those nagging feelings of doubt. Of fear. Do you hate me? Do you hate what I am? You surely must.

But as I rest a hand on my distended middle and rub it, I feel something that makes me freeze. Your hand... Pressed against mine, lovingly. Then, you start to gently rub along my stomach walls, which makes me start to purr.

I love you. And I'm glad that you love me, too.

"But why would you want to imagine, read or write about a relationship that wasn't healthy, good or desirable to you personally?"

I genuinely don't know how to explain the concept of fiction to you.