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#i will retreat back to my cave
ecoforesttreehills · 2 months
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gravel ult of kill (+ vumo) holiday gift art for a server im on that took me 20303939 years to sketch out (lalala)
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There is a temple, deep and hidden away in the mountains. it is well known to the locals and the people whose legends had survived in the area. it is a temple that was extremely difficult to get into, and even more difficult to leave. it belongs to the god of conflict and passion. the god of war. the god of sex. 
you and your partner were determined to find it. 
you repelled down the rock face of the mountain and slid your way through half-buried arches to get inside, only to be astonished by how clean the temple had been kept. sure, it was mossy, but the stone was smooth and clean and hardly worn by time. 
“hello,” says your partner, and you turn to him. 
“what?”
“yes, i am,” he says, staring off to nothing. 
“are you okay?” finally he turns to you, only briefly. 
“shh, can’t you hear that?”
“no, what are you talking about?” he ignores your question again, and speaks away from you. 
“no, i would never. i wished to visit, only.”
when he doesn’t speak, there is silence. 
“well, i suppose, i-“ he cuts himself off with a gasp, and arches his back. touched by nothing, he begins to levitate off the floor. 
“yes, please, god,” he moans, and his clothes fall from his body, cut into ribbons. with his back arching, you are treated to the sight of his hole, glistening with wetness but more notably opening and closing, clenching around nothing. as you watch, gold chains and jewels materialize and drape around his body, while he gains the meaning of super-human: his beauty grows as he writhes midair, his skin gaining color and flush, his hair growing silky. he moans as he clenches and you can’t help but stare at his gorgeous hole, thinking of how it would… how he might feel…
“i accept, yes, yes!” he pants and nearly screams to whatever voice only he is hearing before he cums, his body quivering and fluid dripping down his legs to the floor. his body lowers until he stands on trembling legs, panting, and when he looks at you, his eyes are no longer the color you’re accustomed to, but a fiery orange. 
“my friend,” he says, sliding to you and running his fingers up your clothed chest. “do you know what’s happened to me?”
“n-no,” you barely manage to whimper out, trying to ignore how lovely he looks and how close he is and how hard you are. 
“i am one with our god,” he answers, sliding those teasing fingers up and under your shirt, tracing delicately up your chest. “soon you will be, too.”
“wait, what? hold on-“
“shh,” he soothes, and without moving you himself you are lifted into the air, suspended on your back. he straddles your hips and splays his hands over your waist, leaning down slow to kiss the skin he’s exposed by pushing up your shirt. 
“beautiful,” he says, a sultry smile gracing his lips. when he shifts his hips, he gives you so much friction that you hadn’t been prepared for, and it makes you buck before you can stop yourself. 
“ah, good boy,” he teases, and draws his hand over your stomach. the motion seems to be connected to magic, because your clothes fall from you in ribbons, just as his had. 
“don’t shiver,” he says with a soft laugh, that same that you’ve heard a hundred times. he leans down over you and kisses down your chest, stopping to suck on your nipple, just to watch you flush. 
“you’re mine, aren’t you, handsome?” he says, kissing every spot of skin he can find, pulling at your arms until he can guide your hands to his hips. 
“yes,” you answer, and he lifts up to sink down over you. gods, it feels like you glow. 
“be one with me,” he says, but it sounds like he speaks with more than just his voice. “be mine in more than just body and heart.” he bounces, even though he has nothing to balance on, gripping you and squeezing around you and moaning to the ceiling. 
“i’m yours,” you pant, lifting your neck but not feeling the strain you normally do. you buck up, pulling a near-squeal from him, because it feels like more than just being ridden. gods, it’s like you’re feeling him, too. feeling double the pleasure, his orgasm building beneath his belly button, how it felt to have you inside him, filling him up. it was incredible, like connecting to something beyond yourself. 
“mine,” he moans, and pleasure like nothing you had ever known overtook you. 
there’s a reason the temple was just as hard to leave as it was to find. how could you even think of leaving? why would you? life there was perfect… under the protection of your god, and wrapped in the silky embrace of your lover. forever. 
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eurodynamic · 9 months
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DARRAN Asmodeus Tiefling ・ Soldier Warlock ・ The Great Old One ・ Pact of the Blade
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juncopandi · 10 months
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finished Shadowbringers for the first time and I have a lot of feelings
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you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
(ref.)
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humblemooncat · 2 months
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Quick and dirty concepts to get them out of my head. o7
I decided I'm going to try making a VTuber model for myself & by myself this year. The concept being celestial bunny boy (would have gone wilder with the animal, but this way I can make a viera to play xiv on stream. :3c)
I'll probably update progress here if/when I make it under the tag #Starbun.
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lowcallyfruity · 8 months
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*drops this and leaves*
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turbo-overkill · 2 years
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Can't really draw much right now because of back pain/recovering from a surgery, but I still have this pic of Jazz from a while back that I haven't posted
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meowchirp · 4 months
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i do think that alex asboth has no filter and ive said this many a time but i do think his way of dealing with it is just to go "HAHA JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING XD XD HAHA lols just said that for the lulz!! just a joke xD" all the time but as soon as you look away he's internally folding in on himself
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sneeperspoi · 9 months
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UR HEROSTAR?????? DHEHDHWBEJEJ after all this time wjdjejfjejdjdj heyyy!!! i love reading unapologetically you!!!
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Omg heyyyyy!!! I know you!! I recognize your user!!
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sundialheart · 3 months
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i don't even have. the stomach to press play i need to process
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voidedjuice · 8 months
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Yippeeee
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beanscribs · 2 years
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“Someone has drawn a little heart, right above today’s date!”
a little late, but happy anniversary to my love and her love ❤️
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karingu · 8 months
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tags are literally the one thing I wish I could acknowledge on this darn app fkdjfjjf,,,, just tysm for y’alls comments/eyes on my fic I’m super touched!! I haven’t written a work like that in four freakin years so it means a lot!!
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bearsgrove · 9 months
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me: gonna have a cozy Me Time today, not talking to anyone, just watching or playing cozy things, cozy activities, peace, quiet
also me after days of "me time" when i retreated into my cave avoiding all human contact, putting all of my energy into trying not to kms and ignore those thoughts, feeling as alone forgotten replaced as ever, that feeling is eating me from the inside and im in constant pain, i feel an extreme wave of anger when i watch my friends do things together while i rot in my room, im constantly fighting this urge to retreat even further and never come back: well. this isnt what peace feels like
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galactia · 2 years
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Hear me out:
Mondstadt hasn’t heard from their Archon in 500 years. It is still the city of freedom, but freedom comes at a price, doesn’t it?
Freedom requires laws to uphold its integrity, and everyone is still free, after all, even if potential or proven traitors are punished severely and the over-arching message is clear: freedom is an expensive toll.
The night Crepus dies, Kaeya reveals his childhood secret, and instead of the feud ending there - in mud and blood - Kaeya is arrested. He’s condemned to be publicly flogged, with execution still in the wind. 
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