Anonymous2: Depending on which fetish you prefer, could be either vore or unbirth. I believe we had a similar creeper picture demonstrating the latter concept.
Anonymous14: if any of you you make a very detailed picture like this of a mother enderwomen holding a baby endermen,while the daddy endermen is behind the mother enderwomen,holding his arms around her waist.
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Anonymous16: Hardcore Survival: Day 386
The Winter months have brought freezing winds and piles of snow-blocks, up to a half-slab past the window. I still find time to mine, but with the local Farlander population stuck indoors because of a low tolerance to the cold, I've had to work double time to keep them supplied through the winter months, plus keeping up with the cravings of my wife. The Colossus outside is likely made of tougher stuff than even I am, and has declined all offers for shelter. That being said, it offers decent protection from the hostiles that spawn in that spawn almost all the time now.
Day 392:
Supplies are running low again, but luckily the underground farm is as hardy as ever, growing around the clock to the light of redstone lamps.
Thank Notch for pumpkins, without them, i'd never have been able to get this far on my own. Between that, the wheat and sugar cane crop and some I sneaked into the basement when the Colossus wasn't looking, I think we're set until spring.
Day 394:
I'll be damned if that wasn't the closest i've ever been to ending my game... Apparently I;d underestimated the nature of Farlander maternity cravings. I was nearly devoured by my wife, but I had just enough time to snuff the torch and build a pretty good sized golem of myself out of some blue and cyan dyes, sugar, plenty of snow, wheat and a pumpkin. A brave soldier if nothing else, he sacrificed himself to keep me out of harms way. I re-lit the torch, and, seeing that she was satisfied from the small burp of purple particles and her toothy grin.
After that, she retired to the bedroom, and I went to the cellar. Time to break out the brewing stand, I need a drink to calm my nerves.
Anonymous22(20): Yes that's my comments as 20s but I still gonna tie her up in bed and then start getting inside her vagina to be born again but as a hybrid 😳 please draw me as a Anon inside her whom😳
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Midnight Snack!"?
I don't get it.
The Winter months have brought freezing winds and piles of snow-blocks, up to a half-slab past the window. I still find time to mine, but with the local Farlander population stuck indoors because of a low tolerance to the cold, I've had to work double time to keep them supplied through the winter months, plus keeping up with the cravings of my wife. The Colossus outside is likely made of tougher stuff than even I am, and has declined all offers for shelter. That being said, it offers decent protection from the hostiles that spawn in that spawn almost all the time now.
Day 392:
Supplies are running low again, but luckily the underground farm is as hardy as ever, growing around the clock to the light of redstone lamps.
Thank Notch for pumpkins, without them, i'd never have been able to get this far on my own. Between that, the wheat and sugar cane crop and some I sneaked into the basement when the Colossus wasn't looking, I think we're set until spring.
Day 394:
I'll be damned if that wasn't the closest i've ever been to ending my game... Apparently I;d underestimated the nature of Farlander maternity cravings. I was nearly devoured by my wife, but I had just enough time to snuff the torch and build a pretty good sized golem of myself out of some blue and cyan dyes, sugar, plenty of snow, wheat and a pumpkin. A brave soldier if nothing else, he sacrificed himself to keep me out of harms way. I re-lit the torch, and, seeing that she was satisfied from the small burp of purple particles and her toothy grin.
After that, she retired to the bedroom, and I went to the cellar. Time to break out the brewing stand, I need a drink to calm my nerves.
This is what they do with your body.
They eat the fucking thing.
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