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afcmtnpz40 · 7 months

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Private Gold, The Heiress, dont miss it!<br>

#They remove the neckrope and turn her around and Eric starts smacking her ass hard.

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qllwhsno86 · 2 months

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(qllwhsno86.tumblr.com) She ends up with tightly tied elbows, a chest harness and tight crotch rope. CONTINUE...

#I retie her neckrope up high on the post.

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ebkgrvtl48 · 2 months

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(ebkgrvtl48.tumblr.com) Morgan and her boyfriend were chilling out after party watching selfies they made. CONTINUE...

#I gag and neckrope her.

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bisexual-slime · 2 years

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looked at her selfie tag and she is SO fucking fat

it's the fashion choices that got me like could she look MORE like an incel 💀 ig maybe if she grew a neckbeard but that's definitely never happening lmao

#ask #anon #crimge. ftms who pride themselves on hating women to fit in with men need to neckrope sorry

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 4 months

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I'm back at my schools and have a little "treasure box" of stickers for my kids, and my 4th graders made me snort

They saw this sticker of a dog on a leash and because the box was turned sideways, they went "EH?" and asked me why the dog killed himself. So I turned it the right way and had to explain he's not committing neckrope, he's being dragged by his owner because he's a lazy boy

The fact they legit assumed that I a) had a sticker of a dog hanging himself and b) that I would just slap that on my sticker box that is explicitly meant for children to look at killed me. Like they asked why the dog killed himself and I just blinked because I couldn't process what the FUCK they were talking about for a few seconds

#sloot in japan #.sillyshit #they were so chill about it too. like they pointed and said “awww. かわいいそ．(poor little guy)”

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ccghastly · 1 year

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How Young!Arthur met Hosea and Dutch

(Eureka is his horse, to assuage any confusion)

By 1875 Arthur has been alone long enough to learn that the best way to steal from folk was to never let them see you, can't chase what you didn't see, can't beat the bones out of it either. Failing that, Eureka has always had ludicrous amounts of stamina, able to maintain a gallop longer than any other horse Arthur's ever encountered; they'd both gotten very good at running away.

Arthur is rifling through the camp of the two travelers that he'd scouted, feeling hassled by the noon sun's light. The men had come in from the west, pitched camp a long run from town, and proceeded to spend every daylight hour in said town.

An angered shout sets him off at a sprint. Wasting no time on looking around, he launches himself onto Eureka, she knows what him running at her in a panic means and tears away at top speed as soon as he has a hold on her neckrope.

Arthur wishes he could jump onto her while she was already moving, but unfortunately she remains a bit too tall for him. His partner in crime had however learned how to bow a foreleg to lower the stirrup, so he could swing on faster, and how to launch out of that crouch like a true trained athlete. Arthur and Eureka had learned the practicalities of a saddle while Maman Morgan was still alive to buy one, but remained bridleless. Eureka fidgeted and chewed and rubbed in every kind they'd tried, so they went without and weren't worse off for it. Much harder for any fella to try and control your horse with no reins to grab.

The shouting and pounding hooves of chasing horses eventually abated, but Arthur kept them running until they were well beyond the treeline, safely out of sight and range of any guns. Oddly, his pursuers hadn't shot at him during the chase, but he was taking no chances. He relaxed only once they'd made it back to their own campsite. He hopped off Eureka, dragging the saddle off her back, brushing her down and getting her settled for the night was rote and calming.

Arthur eventually settled before his low burning fire and pulled his haul from his pockets, counting the cash and trying to guess the going price of the valuables. It was a good haul and he cracked open a can of preserved strawberries as a reward. He picked them out with his fingers, every so often holding one out for Eureka to snaffle away.

It was Eurekas unhappy squeal that alerted him to their unexpected visitors, he jumped up and nearly fell back down with the wave of nausea that hit him when he clapped eyes on one of the men he'd just finished robbing.

"Quite the horse you have here" the dark haired man sounded almost complimentary, as he dodged out of the way of Eureka's ill intended hooves. It spurred a sudden twinge of guilt from his well ingrained manners and a confused automatic "Thank ya, sir"

A sharp prod to the back of his head was the response he received and he slowly turned to lock eyes with the barrel of a gun, wielded by the second man he'd robbed.

The men regrouped by his fire, the dark haired man pawing through Arthur's loot and directing more odd compliments his way "You know, it wasn't a bad scheme all considered. Might not have caught you at all if we hadn't needed to fetch something from camp."

Arthur would have felt more complimented had the lighter haired man not still been aiming at him. He did take some comfort from Eureka as she dropped her head over his shoulder to brood over him like a particularly menacing hen.

The talkative man had moved on and was now rummaging through Arthur's saddle bags "Looks like he might need the cash more than we do, Old Girl" there was a bit more rustling and a bit more glaring from Arthur and Eureka's corner, before both of the intruding men stilled.

There was a moment of silence that 'Old Girl', which was a ridiculous name in Arthur's opinion, broke "Dutch, No."

'Dutch', which was an equally ridiculous name, immediately started defending himself and 'Old Girl' turned away from Arthur to better convey his firm disagreement. Arthur eyed Eureka and had half a thought of leaving them to it, but considering 'Dutch' was still two wrists deep in some things he'd rather not lose, he was stuck.

Arthur's strawberries miraculously hadn't gotten tipped or trampled in the chaos, which was one bright spot in this rather shitty afternoon, and he was now slowly chewing his way through the can. Eureka had settled in behind him to more efficiently receive her cut of their sweet treat as they sat back and watched the men's argument derail.

'Dutch' was now loudly and staunchly proclaiming all men's rights to their natural freedom to find their life on the free plains of America, but 'Old Girl' remained firmly rooted in his stance of practicality and ease of life, battering ruthlessly against all harebrained ideas, 'Dutch' wavered, but recovered with the a returning argument of more hands and helping those that need help.

Arthur just wished that the hill they'd chosen to die on wasn't made of his stuff.

When the debate eventually wound down to a semi amiable end Arthur found himself kidnapped, or 'taken in' as Dutch put it.

From then on Arthur carried a satchel to hold his essentials and sentimentals.

Just in case.

(Part of a oneshot posted on ao3, there's a link to that pinned in my profile and here but changing platforms can be annoying so posting it here as well)

#ao3 #archive of our own #headcanon #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #rdr 2 #rdr2 headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #hosea #hosea matthews #red dead redemption #read dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #rdr #ccghastly

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succubusapphic · 2 months

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wound up on a mans blog that said he owns the girls he posts okay loser neckrope challenge!

#who the fuck are you!#just some loser wacking off to my pics yeah so you dont own a damn thing #what a creepy thing to say withiut any consent whatsoever #tbd

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sburbian-sage · 10 months

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Our Seer of Time claims I'm gonna be one of the exiles. To be explicitly clear, yes, I am a player, no, I'm not one of the carapace guys, this whole thing seems impossible but I don't know enough about how the game works to dispute it. Should I be worried? Rather, what should I be more worried about, my grim and sandy future or our Seer's unreliability?

I wasn't under the impression that you were a Carapacian, although now you've got me thinking that I don't talk to those guys enough. If you ever feel your skin hardening or all of your teeth turning sharp/blunt, do hit me up though.

In actuality though, I don't think you're going to be turning into a Carapacian literally. What this most likely means is that you'll be filling the role of an Exile, by sending messages to certain player, from the future of your destroyed home planet. The real question is wondering why or how this would be the case.

If your Seer is correct, there's two potential ways this happens. On accident, or on purpose. If on accident, then in the near future it's entirely possible you step into some weird device that sends you many nears in the future back to your homeworld. So be more cautious be less cautious because if this doesn't happen it creates a Doomed Timeline. After bumbling in here you'll most likely wander to a terminal and send a bunch of messages to some poor unfortunate coplayer. If on purpose, then you and/or the Seer will direct you to take the role of an Exile, potentially replacing one altogether, either because they maliciously sabotage the session or are dead and their lack of advice causes a travesty. In both cases, there are a few main concerns to look out for.

The first concern is the fact that Exiles have special powers that you may not have. I'm pretty sure it's innate to the Carapacian once they become an Exile and is not a property of the terminals they use, but basically they can essentially mind control the player under some circumstances. It's not malevolent, but there's two main instances in which they intervene. When the player has hit rock bottom, so a Knight decides they don't want to fight anymore, or a Seer isn't seeing something right in front of them. It's basically just a "don't give up yet" word of encouragement. I don't think you'll have any issues here. The second one is that Exiles can't self-terminate, and they prevent players from doing so either. So basically, if you're outright replacing an Exile for the long term, the player you're supervising won't have a safety net preventing them from committing suicide. The good news is that while I'm sure most players have depressive tendencies (being forced into this endless cycle does that to you), most of them don't act on it, especially if they tried already and their Exile yelled at them for it. The bad news is, if someone does want to neckrope, the only thing preventing them from doing so is you. So no pressure, you've got this.

The second concern is that you'll be an Exile forever, and the answer is "no way". If your Seer of Time isn't a shithead, then they'll use their powers to extract you from your role once you've completed it. And if the Seer can't do that for some reason, we have Appearifiers for that. You won't have to worry about aging or harsh conditions that much if you're God-Tiered, but you should probably bring some food with you (enough to share with the other Exiles). And your players definitely won't forget you, partially because you can use the terminal to talk to them, and partially because doing the endgame is a feat without a full party. I also don't remember whether or not the Door Beyond The End opens up without every currently alive player present. Either way, they should be able to rescue you and if they don't then there's a solid chance that this will lead to all of your collective dooms, so feel free to be smug as the Horrorterrors close in.

Of course, all of this hinges upon the assumption that the Seer of Time made a correct prediction. It's entirely possible that this isn't the case, and all of this wordcount was for nothing. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

#ask and receive #sburb #replay value au #seer class #time aspect #exiles #also players using time travel to play some role the entire session isn't uncommon #one famous session had a Villain-type character who opposed the players and helped them from time to time kind of like Proto Man/Blues #and in the end it turned out to be the non-Time Maid player who swapped positions with their other self at the ending platform

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mental-jhinstability · 1 year

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So someone in the JhinThresh server asked me about High Noon again

In my last ramble I focused on general horseback headcanons for them... but now I'll focus on Scenarios I Have Imagined Them In But Will Never Write For I Am A Coward.

Everything below the cut. Contains some level of NSFW content but nothing explicit. Also a bit OOC, but not wildly I don't think.

I was (past tense) going to write about them in a very specific scenario, and I did write a bit of it but I will die of embarassment if I share it. As a bit of background, there's a certain type of clover that grows in horse pastures. When a horse eats this, they start slobbering. A LOT. It's not harmful at all to the horse, just very much a nuisance. Well, what if only one of the two knew about this, and the one who didn't worried excessively over it? In my little fic this was Jhin; who noticed his horse had it in the middle of the night (thus no vet available) and got VERY worried and soft. Lowkey forgot Thresh was there and just started kissing his horse and is on the verge of tears the whole time thinking his horse may be dying. Thresh knows what's happening, knows it's not harmful in the slightest, but he chooses not to tell Jhin. He rationalises this as intentionally tormenting him but we all know he's really just gay as fuck and he wishes Jhin was kissing him all soft like that. So he doesn't tell Jhin it's nothing to worry about. Instead he comforts Jhin (albeit in his own weird way). In my headcanon, Jhin likes going for night rides just as a relaxing thing. Thresh offers to take Jhin for a night ride on his horse. As per my last infodump, Thresh's horse is pretty tall. Thresh has to lift him on to his horse and they both get very very flustered over the fact that Thresh has to practically grab his ass and thigh to get him up there (nobody said Thresh would pick Jhin up correctly). ALSO as per my last ramble Thresh rides with only a neckrope. So now Jhin has to clutch on to Thresh for dear life as to not fall off, hugging him like you would squeeze a teddy bear type tight. And then when Jhin nearly falls off, Thresh stops and then puts him on his lap. And holds his waist with one hand and rides with the other. And Jhin has to deal with this. He's not doing very good with that. He's bitching to Thresh the whole time about how undignified this is, how *barbaric* he must be to ride without a saddle, etc. Thresh realises that he can just let go of Jhin at any time and he'd fall off... but he doesn't. Once again he rationalises this by thinking that he's the Most Evil Guy Ever but truly he just wants to hold a cute boy on his lap.

The fic was planned to have a comedic ending by having Jhin go to a saloon/bar, mentions the slobber thing upon being asked why he sounds so pissed, bartender mentions it's Normal Actually, end with Jhin unsure if he wants to make out with Thresh or kill him.

If I knew how to write smut I'd have made it end a little earlier with Something Else but as I mentioned I'm a coward.

Another scenario; just them being as domestic as they can be, but with Horses. Doing barn chores together. Needing one to help the other on to their horse (with way more touching than is necessary.) Unconscious posture corrections, holding the other's hand to move it to the right spot, adjusting each finger. Thresh being overprotective because we all know Jhin is probably NOT wearing a helmet under that god damned hat so he's just... kind of clingy, but in his own bastard almost tsundere way (If you died of a brain injury, who would I have to torment?). Sexual tension MAXIMUM.

I've also thought plenty about other characters that aren't in High Noon but I want them to be. High Noon Jax as the aforementioned total weirdo bartender who sees Jhin crushing on Thresh and nearly has to kick both of their asses with the lamp to get them to talk to each other (Jax can have even more plot armour. As a treat.) Bonus if he lowkey adopts Jhin--personal headcanon that Jhin is a bit desperate for a father figure so he unintentionally latches on to Jax here--and ends up only threatening to kick Thresh's ass. Or actually kicking it, and Jhin helps take care of him afterward.

High Noon Mordekaiser doesn’t count in the previous but PLEASE imagine him teasing the living hell out of Thresh for his little crush. Asshole older brother energy. I know it’s a bit OOC but I don’t care I will do whatever I want with them fuck you Riot. Him laughing at Thresh and talking about how he’s horny for a mere mortal and how he’s too cowardly to do anything about the crush and Thresh yelling at him all flustered about how no he’s not he just wants to torture him… It’s not important the torture involves holding him on his lap and calling him cute. Not at all. Mordekaiser I don’t think would wingman like Jax would but he would tease Thresh even AFTER they got together. Bonus points if Jhin finds this hilarious and teases Thresh really hard about whatever Morde’s teasing him about this week until Thresh “punishes” him wink wink.

Also, Jhin falling asleep taking care of his horse. I’ve done it, so this is just massive projection probably, but let me be self indulgent. Thresh having to carry him to a safe spot (so he’s not sleeping standing up leaning against a very much sentient being that could kill him) and Jhin half-awake kissing Thresh’s chest thinking it’s his horse. Probably wakes up right as Thresh sets him down because the warmth is gone. And then he’s upset. He doesn’t know why he’s upset. He thinks he still hates this man. So does Thresh, actually. But once again it’s just them being gay as hell and denying it.

Thanks for coming to my OOC Ted Talk. I'm so sorry

#jhinthresh

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lunaticli8rarian · 7 months

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i like drawing off model 8ecause the idea of 8eing so f8cking rigid makes me wanna neckrope myself.

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katjapetersart · 1 year

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Dire goats

A takin-like creature domesticated by tieflings for riding and draft work in mountainous or hilly terrain. They're not true goats, but are called diregoats because that's what their name in Infernal meant originally, contrasting them against the small, regular goats. Large, around 140cm at the back, they are very strong and stout.

Diregoats are notoriously stubborn and loyal to a specific rider.

Tieflings use their tails as one of the control points. Pressure on the back of the animal is used similarly to the pressure from the stirrups. Riding gear includes a saddle, neckrope and a backflap- a leather flap flowing from the saddle to make tail movement smoother.

Non tailed species can ride diregoats, imitating the pressure of the tail with a riding crop, but they're more difficult to control that way.

Their shaggy coats have been reduced to a short fuzz on their hindquarters for increased tail communication. The striking white nose, brows, and blue eyes have been bred in. There are several coat types such as blonde, white, spotted or black, but all have the white mask. Other coat structures include long beards, extra short, or extensive piebalding.

#traditional art #art #tiefling #treniskoa #ttrpg #lore

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starcat-poetry · 1 year

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Preliminary Long Lost Self-Restructure

What is happening anymore I can't even tell All I know is I feel like hell

I can't tell what's real anymore I just wish I knew what these feelings are for Where the fuck am I Forget about who the fuck I am I just know I'm a wandering man I keep inside myself, Can't do much else The hurt inside of me is real can't you see? Watch it fly through all the colors my pen bleeds

Out the feelings go there they are Like a walk or drive in a car

Feelings come and go But I I I But I I I Can't see shit through my eyes

Feelin's fadin me I'm so sad and lonely Everyone else is miserable I need something To smile about

But I can't escape The anxietyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy It's what you made me???

Stress and anxiety Sucked me in completely I'm drowning there it goes, I can't see the coast My vision bleeds Hysterically Crying into the big blue deep Nobody knows, no it ain't that deep If you cry in the ocean, who can really see? Life's a beach

Sand courses roughly through my entirity Seagulls bellowing out gulls for days All you smell is salt, My heart is the ocean My heart is broken.

Sea crested waves say goodbye, I knew there and then, the anxiety of being the sea Never standing still washing and flooding through me Nobody can hug the wind or sea, Sad isn't it?

I know it blows for you, You who read - I know the flavor of reed Reeds breezing through the wind Remind me the mind's a garden And so am I.

If I remember I am the earth we breathe on, Maybe that's another breath and breeze to go on. Maybe the wind, maybe the wind hugs the waves. Touches the sky. Maybe the clouds, loom dark and gloom - Maybe they cry. Maybe we really are just all masses of matter, Perception of color - Gifted have the humans Our perception is far superior, while we too are not.

Treat everyone with all the kindness you've got.

Maybe I'm just sad a lot.

Maybe it's going to be ok. Maybe my stress and anxiety are just different notes in a song. Sing it, listen it, do something with it, forget it.

Oh god, am I stress?

Anxiety is contagious, isn't it?

Take your pen, I'll take mine. Let's draw together a line.

"Sorry anxiety, you didn't get me this time."

"Don't worry I am here to remind-" I remembered, I accept you. I know you're just trying to protect me from fucking things up. But that's sometimes how we grow. Like a star exploding and being born renew, the stress and experiences. The strengths, weaknesses, and differences.

I don't forget you exist, I know anxiety and stress are feelings created through hormone releases given by thoughts and words. But I am allowed to be free, it's just an alfabet. Perceive your chains broken, shall they be. Imagination is strained but free. Live with this philosphy but recognize pattern of thought and questioning versus making plans and fix problems you can, and problems you can't. With problems you can't fix, you learn to cope. Just don't make it your neckrope. Use it to help you though I'm no boss, reap what you sew it's your loss.

Perception is not fact, but nor is it not augmented reality, Just remember you're you, and I'm me.

#hopeless #poem #poetry #sad #depressed #lost #longing

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justkenz · 2 years

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Does Sam have an actual neckrope for duke? She needs one! I see people on tiktok riding tackless and they have neckropes and sam looks like she uses a lead rope?

She has a neck rope!

#asks #anon #questions #sam

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finnthehanoverian · 3 years

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Swollen lip and want to ride? No problem