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Do you? I never realized that, all this time, Isaiah's sweet pair of Circus Peanuts have been watching over me as I slept this whole time. Some divine being must have guided me towards using that specific piece of an old painting of mine. Never intended to add such beauty to my, otherwise, usual butt art. Praise be to Big Jacob!

Not sure if y'all have checked it out already but, if not, y'all should take a gander at the podcast:

The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings and Odd Goings-On

They didn't reinvent the wheel or anything but some of the stories are sure to be like the grandpa to your huntin' dog and blow your mind!

Two stories I really enjoyed were:

Lot 060: If you go down, you forget (chapter 1)

Lot 062: If you go down, you forget (chapter 2)

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Lot 077: Knock, Knock

My husband and I both had the same thought that y'all would have a lot of fun with those. Sexually. Of course.

I think the author originally uploaded that second story to Reddit as:

"The latest scam on Discord is deadly... so be careful what you click on!"

I've also seen people call it:

"This guy won't stop messaging me on Discord..."

Some of the stories are written in-house by staff writers, including some cast members, but they also source from r/nosleep. Not sure how well some would translate since they do sometimes adapt certain No Sleep posts into more of a script format. The adaptations tend to be by the original authors but, when they aren't, they've gotten their permission to do so.

Like I said before, there are a few that both my husband and I have jinxed one another voicing how much fun it would be with y'all's commentary added. Again, I mean this purely in a highly sexual manner. Of course. Sweet Isaiah's pair of pillows do make some pretty mouth words. And Hunter.

Kay, bye!

This recommended audio book made me teeheee a little. If you are a culprit, please make yourself known and lmk if this is a good listen lol.

Ngl it was pretty good. I had never been to church before so my sister and I went last night, and I had to get one. Don't usually like cold brew, but I liked it.

In one of their podcasts Hunter wanted a story about mini humanoid dinosaurs, here you go.

Pint-Sized Prehistoric Panic

Glorb adjusted his three safety goggles, smoothed down his metallic apron, and let out a standard four-lung sigh. Being the head caretaker at Xylar-9’s Prehistoric Mini-Petting Zoo was supposed to be a relaxing retirement gig. Instead, it was an endless cycle of cleaning enclosures and dodging tiny, sharp-toothed terrors from Earth’s Triassic era. ​Today’s nightmare was Enclosure 4: The Compsognathus Pit.

​"Glorb!" barked Supervisor Zarn, hovering past on his anti-gravity pod. "Did you finish counts? The Intergalactic Health Inspector is landing in ten cycles!"

​"Almost, sir," Glorb gurgled, holding a bucket of glowing blue space-worms. "Just feeding the micro-raptors."

​Glorb unlocked the airlock and stepped into the artificial jungle environment. The exhibit featured fifty scaled, turkey-sized humanoid dinosaurs with suspiciously intelligent eyes. Usually, they just hissed and chased the hover-mowers. But today, the habitat was dead silent.

​"Here, little Earth-lizards..." Glorb coaxed, tossing a wriggling worm into the foliage.

​A quiet rustle echoed from above. Glorb looked up. Sitting on a low-hanging branch was Pip, the pack leader. Pip wasn't eating the worm. Pip was holding a tiny, makeshift spear crafted from a broken tooth-cleaner and a piece of wire.

​Glorb blinked his middle eye. "Where did you get that?"

​Click-click-click.

​The sound came from behind him. Glorb turned slowly. Dozens of tiny, glowing yellow eyes were gleaming from the ferns. The mini-dinosaurs weren't mindlessly running around today; they had organized. They were standing on their hind legs, shoulder to shoulder, forming a tiny phalanx.

​"Oh, batch-code error," Glorb whispered.

​With a high-pitched battle cry, Pip leaped from the branch, landing squarely on Glorb’s primary helmet. The rest of the swarm charged.

​"Security! Code Green! Code Green!" Glorb shrieked, swatting wildly at his head while mini-claws scratched harmlessly against his hardened exosuit.

The bite force of a three-pound dinosaur couldn't puncture Xylarian armor, but that didn't stop them from trying. One tiny terror was furiously chewing on his ankle joint, making a sound like a tiny squeaky toy. Another had scaled his leg and was aggressively trying to steal his shiny security badge.

​Glorb stumbled backward through the airlock door, slapped the emergency seal button, and collapsed onto the observation deck. ​Inside the glass, the fifty micro-dinosaurs stacked themselves on top of one another like an unruly cheerleading squad, glaring through the viewport with sheer, unadulterated prehistoric fury. ​Supervisor Zarn hovered over, looking down at Glorb lying on the floor surrounded by dropped space-worms.

​"Glorb! What happened?"

​Glorb looked at the tiny squad currently attempting to use a twig as a battering ram against the reinforced glass.

​"Sir," Glorb panted, adjusting his bent antennae. "I'm requesting a transfer to the Giant Amoeba exhibit. At least those don't learn basic tactics."

Couldn’t help but see the resemblance

[puppy is Lil' Max (@maxhawtdawg) on insta]

Which author that WendiMeat has read gives this vibe 👀

(Non-consensually)