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lotomber · 2 months

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Thinking about Grand Duke Chuuya! who is infamous for his notorious reputation being a cruel, bloodthirsty person known as someone who killed the prisoners of war in cold blood without showing any mercy someone who doesn't even show mercy to women and children.

Duke Chuuya! who is rumored to have a deadly appearance because of the scars he sustained during war. And no one has known to survive after they even such make eye contact with him.

Duke Chuuya! who knows every single vile rumor that goes around about him but he couldn't care less, as long as his territory and people are flourishing and doing well nothing else matters to him.

Duke Chuuya! who loves to stroll in the town in disguise so he can observe the lives of commoners and oversee his territory.

Duke Chuuya! who was instantly smitten by your appearance when he saw you during one of his strolls. You caught the thief who stole an old women's purse and handed him over to the knights!

Duke Chuuya! who couldn't stop thinking about you ever since that day so he found out more about you. [Y/N L/N] despite being of age you weren't married nor were you engaged. Being a daughter of former knight you knew basics of sword and not many people were fond of you because of your "unladylike" habits. Afterall a women learning sword was considered blasphemy!

Duke Chuuya! who thought that people were foolish for rejecting you but he doesn't care afterall it's their loss for losing a valiant woman such as you!

Duke Chuuya! who went to the marketplace again in hopes of seeing you. When he saw some thugs ganging up on you as the thief you caught last time belonged to their gang.

Duke Chuuya! who felt his blood boil as one of them raised his hand to hit you but before he could even lay his finger on you he came and knocked him.

Duke Chuuya! who was amazed as you subdued the other thugs with him and helped him hand over them to the thugs.

Duke Chuuya! who was amused seeing that look of astonishment on your face when he offered to teach you swordsmanship. But was confused when you rejected his offer.

Duke Chuuya! who didn't gave up and persisted on teaching you and asks the reason why you are refusing him.

Duke Chuuya! who was baffled when you told him he was suspicious and weird for wanting to teach you swordsmanship when people are repulsed by the idea of a woman wielding a sword.

Duke Chuuya! who didn't hesitated in praising your skills and it doesn't matter whether you are a woman or not cause you have a great talent for sword and he saw in your eyes that love and longing to wield a sword.

Duke Chuuya! who was delighted when you finally agreed to learn from him.

Duke Chuuya! who started to sneak out from his castle daily to meet you despite the constant naggings he got from his chancellor for his pending work.

Duke Chuuya! who was in awe of your ability to grasp and learn quickly. It made him more excited to teach you as he had never seen such an amusing woman as you!

Duke Chuuya! who felt guilty lying to you about his identity when you asked him asked how he knows swordsmanship saying he was wandering mercenary.

Duke Chuuya! who fell first and harder! First it all started with his simple interest in you. But how could he not fall for you after getting to know you more?!

Duke Chuuya! who held you in a tight embrace as you finally opened up to him about how your father was a knight who passed away in the war and how people ostracized you not being feminine enough, as you thanked him for supporting and believing in you.

Duke Chuuya! who didn't move away instead pulled you more close as you initiated to kiss him. Your lips tasted like nectar in which he could drown forever. He knew he had to tell about his real identity to you but that's for other time as right now he just wants to enjoy this moment with you!

A/N- Writing this cause I'm not getting any motivation to study😭 I feel like it turned out cringey, Anyways should I turn this into a full fic?

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elvisalltheway101 · 2 months

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LADIES NIGHT; 60s Elvis x multiple females 18+

summary: A crowd of pretty women, fans of his, ask to spend the night. Elvis, being Elvis, never turning down a pretty face, agrees. He’s in for a real treat from the ladies.

author’s note: it just swelled over the years from reading smut and thirsty desires for him. So it popped to my head and basically it’s what I think would happen in a steamy night with all of us, hungry fans. Taking inspiration from @vintagepresley and help from @jhoneybees. Enjoy!

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he doesn’t know why he ever agreed to this. it’s unbearable.

His wrists tied with his white, silky scarf from the show, and attached to his hotel bedroom headrest. Sweaty, stuffy, and it’s still going.

as two blondes latch onto his hardened buds, swollen, puckered and a tender pink, he throws his head back with a lengthy groan.

it was never like this, a thought slips past his mind. He was always the one, tongue fucking an eager pink hole that swallowed him nicely. He was always the one fuckin’ raw and juicy, eager for her nectar. He was always the one that would pleasure, but tonight it was just the opposite.

As another woman lowers and hovers over his overly sensitive cock, his girthy manhood pink from overstimulation yet, still yearning for more. he couldnt even remember the number of poofy-haired dolls that marched in with the others. his mind so hazy, and full of pleasure, gosh.

he’s been through it all, even his pink, tight little rim that’s been stretched deliciously by two eager tongues. His hole clenches at just the thought of the just activity.

he cries out, hips bucking strongly and firmly to chase that big ‘o’, his palms sweaty into fists that tug at the fabric. his teeth gritted and face scrunched in pure bliss, cheeks crimson and warm from his earlier orgasms. Hell, he forgot how many he’s been given.

His nipples tight, being lapped up completely by two hunger lips, his overused buds being gently nibbled and tongued by their pink muscle. While two other red lipsticked lips glide wetly over his cock, so deliciously. So, so good.

His balls are swollen and nearly empty, tight to himself but not neglected. another mouth smoothly runs their tongue over the seam of his balls, to then flick against his overstimulated sack.

They’re like fucking suction cups. He snaps into his head, that is until they turn him over, cheek against the damp bedsheet and ass so plump and in the air, that he loses his mind.

There’s a small moment as they all catch their breath, and he takes the time to. What are they gonna do? He opens his swollen, magenta colored lips to ask but then hiccups a gasp.

They all latch onto him, like those sucky things in the lake water. Fuck he can’t think anymore, his hips stutter and his knees tremble.

One pair of pretty lips pepper his shoulder blades soothingly while the others work their mouths. He can feel hot tongues still flicking against his swollen nipples. Another tongue flicks against his stretched rim, then diving between his cheeks to pleasure him. Another hot tongue eagerly suckles and muzzles into his tight, heavy ball sacks. The pleasure is so good to his sacks, heavy of his nectar, he can’t help but slightly bounce against whoever’s hot lips down there.

His cock twitches wildly, wagging pathetic under him. So red, wet, and his foreskin is peeled all the way back. He dips his head down between his captured arms to see himself and his eyes only roll to the back of his head.

His cock is decorated with all different types of girly colors. One fat-lipped, pink kiss is right on his mushroom tip. His locks of blonde, pubic hair curl and salty from the hot, and tiring activities.

It’s when all pretty, clampy doll hands grip his firm, heated cock that he loses it.

His vision goes to absolute stars, panting like a bitch in heat and hips humping the hands that await for his seed. His nectar comes out in final thick ropes. Steaming, hot streams of white cream, spurt out. And the woman are quick to act. Unlatching their lips to his parts, they flip him over quickly to capture his nectar on their lips.

His throat is sore from the constant moaning, and he’s surprised when he hears himself echo through the room, his high-pitched scream of pleasure as his stomach muscles tighten, and tawny sun kissed back arches.

they haven’t wasted a drop of him this whole night. As they grip his tender cock to each other’s lips like a damn hose or a straw and they capture the honey savored, salty semen.

His fat, red tip bubbles little dribbles of remaining nectar and they’re all quick to lathe their tongue against it. All at once, he sighs and wipes the shining drool on his cheeks to the soddened sheets. Ah, he could get used to this.

It was never like this, the reality pops into his head again. He always made the woman shake first, this night was the opposite.

it was ladies’ night.

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tagging ‘em: @vintagepresley @jhoneybees @bigdaddyelvislover

#elvis #spotify #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader #Elvis smut #elvis x reader smut #elvis x reader #Spotify

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inkeyjay · 1 year

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Another post where i talk about my Oc's! And it is *drum roll* ✨Clover's✨ time!

Why now? Because of this post, that's why:

I can't really say much about Clover since it's kinda a mysterious antagonist. Spoilery territory. Who are they? What do they want?? The thing that matters is that this character singlehandedly added a few content warnings to my campaing.

Clover is the leader of a gang that has control over The Drunkman's Luck, a casino famous among sailors for it's brewed nectar, located on the southern part of Alumbra near the secondary waterway and it's famous distillery.

Or at least it was a few months ago, for the distillery is now a pile of debree, ashes and rusty pools of metal after an incident during the winter's solstice festival that ended up in a fire.

The thing is, while part of the party was running from Clover on the distillery that night, trying to fight them off, another character stumbled upon their corpse, rotting under the casino. Clover was too.

This creature, that is referred to as Not-Clover by my players (and evil dacre Montgomery by me), took on the poor soul's appearance and identity, reasons yet unknown. It is a shapeshifter of some sort but it looks like they like their last victim's face.

Now,

In a final face off on the distillery's roof, while the other part of town was immersed in celebration, this creature:

collapsed a hallway killing a child.

cut one of the PC's arm

On top of

Murder

Treason

impersonation

Non consensual mind reading

And other secret ones i won't discuss because spoilers to my players

Causing:

A Npc betraying the party

A PC's immolating himself so the rest of the party could escape

All this while:

Looking fab

Using a deck of cards to attack sakura card captor style

Regenerating while bleeding floating black goo

So yes. I do think they could apply to be a tumblr sexyman. Thank you for your time and attention, have a good night.

#dnd conmissions #dnd oc #dnd #big bad #evil guy #tumblr sexyman #sexyman #antagonist #villain #dungeons and dragons #character design #eldritch #concept art #lore dump #gay and homophobic #kinda fruity #Hymns of leaves and Strings #blood #cw: blood

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ghoularaki · 2 years

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why not write some kazutora for me, bestie 👀

the knife's edge

i got you bestie 🔪

tw knife play, dubcon, brat reader, yandere ex kazutora

requests are OPEN

After spending years in prison, Kazutora had mellowed out. Though you were an unexpected factor in his equation of healing. It had been years since he had seen you, splitting before doing his time. He knew it was his own fault for why you both parted. To say his emotions were turbulent would be an understatement. Despite that, he had put that behind him. It wasn’t a messy break up in any way. If anything, the process was too clean, especially at the time.

About a week after Kazutora had been released did he see you again. With time your beauty had grown. You no longer had the girlish charm that came with your previous age, but now had bloomed into a more mature woman, a cute twinge in your smile.

You had been hanging around Takemichi which shocked Kazutora. In the past you had abhorred anything to do with Toman. That must have been something he also missed while in prison as you waved with a boisterous grin, arm in arm with the slight man. When reaching the man, your smile dimmed to shy and coy.

While knowing it was merely a middle school relationship, Kazutora’s butterfly heart fluttered its meek wings. How could a man not fall for such saccharine. Instinct for monarchs to fly towards nectar, to live it must feed on the sweet.

If Kazutora was a lesser man he would have ripped Takemichi’s arm from yours, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that Takemichi only had his eyes on Hina, yet a burn festered. Spying how his eyes darted to you two entangled, you discretely shifted away from the other man. That was enough of a hint to Kazutora that he still had an effect on you.

Good, was all he could think.

The exchange was short. Nothing more came out of it other than sharing numbers and a promise to keep in touch between you and him. Takemichi had other business with him, but you faded in the background when gang and Mikey related topics appeared. Your behavior rang alarm bells he decided to ignore. He didn’t care besides if he could repair what was left behind.

It would be months before Kazutora even got a whiff of you again. The promise to keep in touch was left in the air on both sides. For someone who swore to keep away from gang relations, imagine Kazutora’s surprise to find you in one of Kisaki’s clubs.

You wore a slip dress in a shade of pink that made your complexion glow. Placing your tilted head on your woven hands, you gazed up at the bartender with doe eyes. The bartender laughed at your mannerisms to which you scowled. Bratty as always.

Having not gotten your way, you jumped from the stool to find another person to bother. Surveying the club, you accidentally locked eyes with Kazutora’s. Blinking at seeing him here. dread filled you. Swearing under your breath you pivoted to get lost within the crowd.

Prowling like a tiger, Kazutora stalked you through the gaggle of drunken bodies. His eyebrow twitched at how skittish you’re being. Last time he had seen you, you were all sunshine and giggles. And yet here you were running away as if you did something bad, something you weren’t supposed to.

The fear in your gaze fueled him. Habits and nature were hard to break; humans were built for endurance hunting. Lets see how far you can run.

Kazutora let people bump into him as he spied the hint of your hair fluttering behind you. You make it to a pair of doors, palms on the cool metal. Glancing behind you to observe where he is, pushed it open when you saw no trace of him.

He licked his canines when you unintentionally cornered yourself. Quickening his feet to follow you in, his hand caught the door before it could completely shut. Said door slammed shut with a resonating crack. Whipping your head towards the noise, Kazutora stood at the beginning of the hall. Shoulders shaking at how you trembled at his presence. He hasn’t done anything and terror has taken over you.

Stumbling backwards as if being hunted by a bear, you kept your gaze firmly to his form.

“Why you running, L/n? I haven’t done anything,” the unspoken yet hung in the air of the stuffy, dim hallway.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” was all you could respond back.

Bodies mirrored each other in a macabre dance. Every step he took forward, you took back.

“Answer the question. Be not afraid, I just miss you.” Likened to an angel his words meant to sooth, strike you down.

Every movement echoes in the vacant hallway. At the other end of the corridor lies your freedom, but something compels you to stay. Maybe you miss him too, but this is not the time.

“Kazutora please leave. It is not safe here.”

“Not safe here as in this hallway or the fact you are playing in Kisaki’s territory? Now answer my question, why are you running.” His tone was law.

Picking at your cuticles, you used the sting to ground you. The debate going on inside your mind was visible on your visage. Inhaling deep, the musk of the closed quarters filled your heaving lungs.

“It’s complicated.”

Kazutora had mellowed out, but the defiance sparked the long buried ire that sat in his belly. Sick of this game, he rushed you until your back bounced against the wall at his force. Air truly left your lungs this time, you capillaries about to burst. Gripping your throat with his large hand, he shook you as he seethed.

“You can do better than that.”

Tears bubbled in your ducts, desperate to get out of this without dangering both of you. “I can’t say!”

Pressing his body closer until you were completely crowded, his thigh nudged against your core. He questioned you again but you shook your head. Growling, he reached into his back pocket, flickered open a pocket knife. Kazutora pressed it to your cheek, not hard enough to draw blood but enough the threat was there. Even with a knife basically at your throat and your constant refusal, it clicks to him.

Smiling wide, so wide it was uncanny, he giggled out, “your Kisaki’s bitch.”

The statement was so matter of fact, your mouth agape at his conclusion. Insulted at him even insinuating that, you barked, “it’s not like that.”

“Not like what, huh? You’re not his whore? Then why are you in his club, sneaking away from me like you have something to hide. Afraid I will tattle on you to Takemichi.”

“He has nothing to do with this. Neither does Kisaki and especially not you. I haven’t seen you in years, Kazutora, you have no right to question me like this.”

“If you’re putting Toman in jeopardy then yeah, I have every fucking right.” He brought his face close to yours, his minty breath swirling around your hazed mind.

Keeping eye contact even with the knife still on your cheek, you refused to give in. Tapping the blade against the flesh as if he was contemplating what to do with you.

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you.”

You flinched away from him, frantic to escape. You were not going to fuck him when any of Kisaki’s men could walk right through either doors. Despite your struggling, Kazutora already made his decision. Tightening his grip on your throat, his palm hot on your windpipe.

“Don’t make this hard for me, love. In the end I will get what I want.”

Trailing the knife down from your cheek down to your cleavage. Your nipples pebbled from fright and the cold of the blade. Kazutora took notice of it, bringing the tip to your areolas and pressing down. You tried as you might to stay still in fear he will cut the sensitive skin.

“Kazutora,” you whimpered out.

Looking up from your breasts, he quirked up a brow, “ready to answer?”

Shaking your head, you steel your face to endure whatever he set out for you. If he was stubborn, you could be pigheaded.

Done with his fun, the knife creeped down further until it reached the hem of your short dress. It hooked onto the fabric to pull the silk up until your white, lacy panties were exposed. Along with the undergarment being displayed so was the wet spot, but you were sure he could feel the slick through his pants.

“Aw and I thought this was supposed to be an interrogation, what a whore,” he teased.

You abstained from giving into his taunts and turned your head to the side. Not liking that, he harshly cuts the right leg hole to your panties. Taking his thigh away for a second to let the torn fabric fall away to expose your glistening cunt. The intact part of your panties hangs pathetically from your left ankle.

Pointing the knife towards your cunny, he inched the tip towards your clit. Sharply you glanced down to your own crotch, trembling.

“I wonder how much of my blade I can fit in your cunt before you scream for me to take it out. How sweet you’ll cry when you clench down in fear just to cut yourself up. I won’t even have to do anything.”

He was practically drooling at the image of you bleeding, crying for him to stop and to help sooth the pain. How slick your cunny would be with your own blood and arousal as lube. Though he doesn’t want to completely break you, he still wants to cage you in his embrace. To rekindle the ashes long since lost their spark.

As you frantically whimper that he’s scaring you, he tilted his head, “another time then.”

He takes his hand away from your throat to place the knife against the fragile skin. Using the now free hand to unbutton and unzip his black jeans. Forgoing any foreplay to open you up, he wanted it to hurt. His bulge was prominent. Sighing in relief as his tight pants were starting to hurt his pulsing dick. He pulled his boxers and pants down enough to expose the appendage.

The tip of his cock was a harsh red with precum coating it. He gripped the base to bring it to your hole. “This is your last chance, love. Talk or else I’m fucking you until your braindead.”

Taking that as a challenge, you tilt your chin up, “as if your baby dick could do anything.”

His eyes darken while he huffed out an unamused laugh from the side of his mouth. Lifting your left leg up to expose yourself more, he pops his tip into your unprepped hole. A short scream squeezes out your rib cage. Kazutora wasn’t the biggest man in the world, but he was thick. The stretch burned as he bullied his way deep into your cunt. Arousal coated his cock from your body trying to make up for the pain.

At the sound of you screeching out again, he pressed the blade deeper until a bead of blood bubbled up. “For someone who doesn’t want to be caught, you sure are being loud.”

Crinkling your nose at his taunt, “fuck you.”

“I already am,” he laughed.

Not waiting to bottom out inside you, he started shallow thrusts getting deeper with every shove. With each drag the burn started to rub away. Forcing himself his way to your g-spot, pleasure clouded your mind. You forget where you are as you moaned out loud.

Kazutora dug the knife into your neck more until a trail of blood leaks down your neck and into your cleavage. He watched as the blood trickled out. Flicking his tongue out, he catches the liquid roses. Licking up from your breasts and up to where the knife rests on your windpipe.

You moaned at the image and his tongue lapping at your sensitive flesh.

“This is barely a punishment if you keep moaning like a whore.”

Embarrassed, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, remembering where you were. You locked eyes with his golden hues before looking at the doors. The pounding of the bass in the club leaked out from under the door. Dropping the knife with a clatter on the cement floor, he pried your hand away and gripped your cheeks.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You nodded your head. Try as you may, you were under his spell. With your back scraping against the wall, it was hard to ignore why you once loved this man. In a moment of weakness, you reach over to tuck a loose strand that fell in front of his face.

“Fuck,” he grunted out.

Gripping your neck again, he goes faster. His thrust became sloppy. You whimpered knowing he was close but you were nowhere near him. Frantically you rocked your hips to his pace. He laughed at your pathetic attempt to get off too.

“Please, please. I wanna cum too,” was all you could drawl out.

“You can if you tell me why you’re in Kisaki’s club,” he huffed out, thrusts losing rhythm.

“I can’t! I can’t!” you babbled out.

He slowed his hips in punishment. You caught his eyes as you started crying in desperation from both wanting to cum and him not taking your warning.

“Well I guess we will be here all night.”

At his words, the sound of the door being fiddled with echoed in the hallway. Pupils bouncing at the noise, you tried to scramble away.

Crowding you to him, he amps his pistoning once again. You slapped against his back with balled fists. Nevermind cumming, all you care about is not getting caught.

Kazutora couldn’t care less at your frantic movement and kept pounding into you. If anything, he hoped whoever was on the other side sees you being claimed by the opposing gang. Fuck gang wars, you were his no matter what. He would chase you until the end of time. In each timeline you were his to love and claim.

Wanting to feel you gush on his cock, he gave the mercy of reaching his hand down to rub circles into your neglected clit. Finally receiving attention after the only stimulation was the bump of his pelvic bone with each thrust, it takes a few swipes to cum. Mixed with the fear and his swirling thumb, you collapsed into him.

He whined out at how hard you clench down. Your climax dominoed his own release. Kazutora buried himself deep into your cunt, firm against your cervix as he claimed your walls.

He kept himself firmly in you as you both calm down from your climaxes. Heavy breathing filled the stuffy corridor. The scent of sex coated the air. The hand on your throat reached around to cradle your head to his shoulder. Reluctantly he pulled his cock out from your warm walls. He leaned his head down to catch how his cum leaked out from your puffy, abused cunny.

Slipping his wet cock back into his pants, he kept his grip on your neck. Fingernails jabbing into your nape remind you of the man before, unchanged and unwavering. You glared up at him, the weight of the situation burdensome.

“Don’t think we are done here. I will follow you until you give me the answer I want.”

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere kazutora #kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #yandere kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers smut #kazutora x you #kazutora x y/n #yandere smut #tw yandere #sorry this was so long i got carried away lol #tokyo revenger request

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desultory-novice · 4 months

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I just found your stuff and gotta say, its amazing! I was reading the Magoland AU and Apologies and they've given me so many ideas!! With the Magoland one especially, it gave me a lot to think about since we haven't seen much of an "afterlife" in Kirby.

I do wonder, if they tried going deeper into this "afterlife" state, do you think they'd find the other antagonist, like Drawcia or Nightmare?

Hope you have a happy New Year!

Ahhhh! Thank you so much for saying that! I'm glad people are still enjoying Magoland Branch AU despite it being more rushed than the more formal storytelling of Apologies AU!

Death and the afterlife is such an interesting concept in Kirby you'd almost have to assume there'd have to be something unusual or unexpected going on there! I mean, we have the very necromancer/death god-like Necrodeus and the Skull Gang just hanging out, traveling about like any old group of baddies.

And Morpho Knight. Where do they send people to? Oblivion...? But is that really the case when Chaos Elfilis was able to overturn Morpho's "benediction" and come back? That WOULD suggest Morpho's touch is not just :lights go out, everything is silence:

(That Knight of Hades spinoff novel would suggest this as well, but I'm not ready to call that one canon quite yet, just because HAL has sometimes decided to do something different from Takase-sensei's novels after the fact. Mostly with RtDL versus the remake.)

At the same time, some people in Kirby go to places they just don't come back from. But when Kirby eats a critter, they pop back up elsewhere soon as he spits them out! So, well, why not have the afterlife be...conditional? Back to the Knight of Hades novel, Papi was trapped in hell like some combination of Persephone and Eurydice but only because they'd tasted the nectar of the underworld...?

What about the place Magolor goes to after his defeat? It's very Underworld-coded but there are lots of other enemies there. Other hell-bound souls or dimensional wanderers? There's a lot of Doomer-kin there so it's probably not a regular place. But it has distinct regions. And bosses yet not the same bosses as the ones you defeated in the main campaign. You're not fighting the vengeful ghost of Mr. Dooter but a similar creature from Another Dimension.

Anyway, if it's that "casual" a place, why not build a theme park in hell? And if Noir Dark Matter Swordsman can visit, I see no reason Zero couldn't! Nightmare too, probably! (He probably saw Magolor's business and decided to open up his own haunted house/hotel. That seems like the kind of thing he'd do, right?)

#Kirby #Magoland Branch AU #Dess Quick Ask

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missamyrisa2 · 7 months

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Miss Amy, you are so hot....you're my tickle crush 🙈

I'd do anything to have my royal pearl tickled by you, m'lady 🩵

Oooh sweeet 🩵 you flatter me sooo much I'm nothing special~!!

Annnnnd flattery is only going to summon more ticklesss~ sometime late in the night, in that twilighty stretch between night and day ~ you'll feel that little tingle sparkling between your legs, that most elegant of tiny tickles swirling into existence~ ooh it's probably nothing but the sheets ~ but then again maybe you've drawn a night visitor, an insatiable nocturnal predator who thirsts only for the sweetest of the giggle dew~

coochie coooo~ someone's coming for youuu~

fingertips brush your open palm ~ from the center up each of your fingers, a loving caress with a wicked intent~ the feather draws along your nose, back and forth filling your nostrils with an overwhelming scent. Your mind is coated with essence, coaxed out of sleep while your body is coaxed back in ~ too late, your eyes peel open and see my smirk and wavering visage as though I were steadily drifting in and out of existence. The threat registers far too slow ~ your limbs respond but only just barely for your body continues to dream and resist any motions of the waking world. My long plume of purple cascades from nothingness and caresses up your thigh~

the hour is late and your pearl grows weary ~ shall I free you, little strumpet?

My free hand wiggles and starts lovingly rubbing down your side from the last rib over your belly to your hip, getting your body nice and wiggly in reaction.

or shall you suffer the eternal tickles?

With a distant clicking as though a thousand knuckles just cracked, my backside quakes and my spectral form floating above trembles ~ and becomes spidery with six more arms unfolding, each tipped with long purple nails wiggling down towards your helpless paralyzed body - save for two which simply fold under my smiling face to make a taunting superior pose while I make you laugh and struggle. My hands massage and rub and stroke and wiggle in pairs, under your arms ~ over your upper legs, and under your toes.

ah, quite the persistent volunteer this pearl~

I shake my head and wag a finger as we both look down to see the affect of the tickles between your legs. Two of my hands wave an incantation to make your little button brilliantly sparkle in the shadows - and tingle madly. As I watch you desperately buck and shiver with sensation with my magic raising your sensitivity down the royal area, my appendages reach between the lines of reality to retrieve their equipment.

so haunted is my velvet heart so sweet is your nectar

Implements of otherworldly wickedness glow and hum fearsome as they are brought down to probe at your most regal zones. The feathered frilled vibrations of the purple tools glide and spin from your inner thighs to your girly lips. A snaking rod with a mind of its own curls and bends in a line across one hip along your waist and downward to split open and triangulate three unimaginably supple rollers over your pearl. I look down with contempt at your reactions, eagerly drinking up the desperation.

give unto me your gigglecum ~ you've no other path

And with a flurry of activity the brushes descend swirling and dipping around your pearl as it swells and protests my tickly incursion. The feathered frilly rods spin wickedly up and down your thighs to facilitate your motions. Twin flower buds bearing the deepest shades are deposited to your girly chest buttons whereupon they attach and tremble and kiss like a lingering lover~ The final arrival in my arsenal are another pair ~ silken clamps carried by two hands eagerly setting them to snap on your toes, caging them between and under with the softest of teeth to glide through all those intricately ticklish crevices~

surrender yourself to the tickles, fall into my abyss~ darling strumpet

The brushes encircle your pearl, caressing it into a gang hug for a tickly squeeze before pulling back and dancing about again. The humming tools work further up and out, tormenting your hips and hip dips before visiting the lips and then drawing back down the thighs. Your chest is teased relentlessly with licking strokes, your toes probed and bullied mercilessly ~ as your arousal grows and your body edged closer to give what I desire, my form glows brighter with a deep purple smoulder~

only a matter of time ~ she fights ~ but the gigglecumdrops are mine~

Your body arches and bucks and thrusts to meet my machinations ~ your pearl interrogated of all its secrets and more. I snicker as you start to drift into the fuzz, stuck eternally at your giggly desperate edge~

and with your eyes peeling open again, my form now entirely tangible and equipped with only two arms, kneels over your shivering writhing body. My single purple feather glides up and down your swollen pearl, I lay across your legs keeping you pinned and opened for my tickles~ that ultra soft simple tool needs only to wave up, and wave down, and tremble in zig zag patterns~

the hour is late, the sun will rise~ but only after you've surrendered all your nectar~

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actuallyacerrr · 9 days

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Random ass Bea (& fam) headcanons ✨

Bea’s diet is primarily fruit, honey (sometimes,) nectar, and seeds. But with being mutated she can digest other foods but is often very careful on what she consumes. Very wary with how her body would react to meet so she is Vegetarian but does use a lot of vegan products!

Grows her own honeysuckles also loves honeycomb. Also a yogurt fiend.

As we know, she has a very big fruit obsession. Personal fave is bananas!!

Now that mutants are accepted into society she helps her parents at the grocery store smelling all the fruit by finding the best ones.

Her and her parents have a very teasing relationship and they will “gang up” on each other or joke about things they’ve done in the past or recently.

But they absolutely love each other though :>

They (try to) have atleast one family day each week. Game night, movie night, etc.

Can do things more now that they’re able to.

Bea and her mom are close and enjoy baking and going book shopping.

Her and her dad are goofy goobers, they like music and go to concerts when they can go to old vintage and antique stores to look through stuff like records and stuff.

Only child </3

No pets yet, maybe in the future we’ll see.

Grew up on mlp, wild krats, ninjago, ben 10, Star vs the forces of evil, gravity falls, bazaarbark, andi mack, girl meets world, lab rats, descendants, those princess movies, and a bunch of other shows on disney, cartoon network, nickelodeon, pbs, etc.

Can post herself now and EMHS dance team has a tiktok and insta and the team posts random videos of the my dancing or doing trends.

Bea posts a lot of dances on her perso. tiktok, especially k-pop choreo, personal choreo, or dance trends. As well as posting random content of her flying and doing tricks.

#acerrr rambles #oc: beatrice tmnt

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hazellevessque · 10 months

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DESCENDANTS TPQ AU. HEAR ME OUT.

Like either Rudy or Aiden is prince (it would make more sense that Rudy is but Aiden needs to fall in love with the daughter of the Sleeper) and he is planning to bring the kids of villains to their kingdom (the Pandavas and there is five of them instead of four) like you feel me? The Sleeper is the worst villain in the land and Aru is his daughter and like the leader of the Pandavas “gang” and she doesn’t wanna go but the Sleeper makes her (at the end he becomes Suyodhana again?) to steal the “nectar” that will free the villains from the Isle of the Lost.

OH AND KARA AS UMA

#aru shah #tpq #the pandava quintet #TOO MANY IDEAS NIT ENOUGH TIME #I WANNA WRITE IT BUT AT THE SAME TIME I DONT #ANYONE WANNA COLLAB ON IT?#descendants tpq au

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oceanic-recollection · 10 months

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were any of your admins related, or did they have any noteworthy relationships with each other?

<BVQT> This is a question I may be able to assist in answering.

<BVQT> Similar to us our administrators were a tight-knit group. For better or for worse. I will admit, despite how dishonorable it may be my administrator - Eighteen Emblems, Unyielding Light Beyond a Sun - would often include me in their...gossip sessions.

<BVQT> Even without this I was aware of his relationship with who would later become Sunrise's administrator - Twenty Amber Pelts, Unfolding Twine - was quite close to my father.

<BVQT> Before the great sins became taboo they were in a long-standing relationship. I recall Amber Pelts believed it to have been one that had lasted through several reincarnations but my father never attempted to pursue any information about their past lives

<BVQT> They were two of the only people in our country to actively request for the taboos to be placed in their DNA. They rightfully believed that their connection would cause them to become unable to ascend, and that their places of connection to this world may separate their echoes if they became such. I suppose-

<UPSILON> How terrible, and how wonderfully romantic... It almost pains me to interrupt.

<BVQT> Upsilon! Greetings!

<UPSILON> Hello, dear sister~! I do hope you don't mind me interrupting to share some stories of my own.

<UPSILON> The amount of good relationships my administrator had with the others was, rather surprisingly, none! I recall Winter and Feathers's admins in particular utterly detested her, calling yts theories a disgrace, an affront against gods, et cetera.

<UPSILON> I know he said he found it amusing, but...

<UPSILON> Well, I do suppose some of it was. The specific ways that they tried to disprove his theories. "Mind games"! Ha!

<BVQT> Upsilon,

<TSF> did someone say "gossip"~?

<BVQT> Feathers!!

<TSF> heyhey, little sib! and you, too, yoops!

<TSF> i'm sure both of you remember i was literally part of a gossip group ~back in the day~, right? it wasn't just about iterators - honestly, we almost exclusively talked about ancients, over there! i'm pretty sure it's basically an archival group, now, for that exact reason... pfft-!

<TSF> well, back when it was most active, we learned tons about our admin's relationships! first, though, i'll just state the obvious- nectar - that is, silver platter, board of nectar - and my own admin, lake of ivy, light upon a falling moon, were so similar in their hatred for strings in strings or whatever yts name was, because they were siblings, raised with similar ideals!

<TSF> nectar was so nice to talk to, even if he was a bit, distant. wow, do i miss him... ...i miss ivy, too, but that goes without saying, doesn't it~?

<TSF> anyway, i'm pretty sure goldy's admin, five lost shells, none found, was cousins with eighteen emblems, and the two were pretty close! i'm fairly sure they were more like, fourtieth cousins, twelfth removed, or whatever, but they still acted like they were direct family. it was really cute.

<TSF> other than thaaa~t, i'm pretty sure that gang of unruly teens that hung out around upsilon and goldy's subways had at least one member related to tabby's admin, endlessly turning dials, an unending fortune. that kid, seriously didn't talk much, though, so i have no idea how true that is...

<TSF> from what i recall, i think that's, basically everything!

<UPSILON> Other then some finer details I can only vaguely remember, yes, I do believe that's all...

<BVQT> This was certainly enlightening in my opinion! Thank you Feathers, Upsilon, for assisting me in this recollection!

<TSF> no need, it's my pleasure, sib.

<BVQT> I hope that satiates your curiosity, anonymous!!

#specbio #rw theory #rw #rain world #ask #anon #idle chatter #lore #bvqt #upsilon #tsf #art

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princess-of-the-corner · 8 months

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Okay so, in the first game, you play as Captain Olimar, a blue collar family man the size of a dime who works for Hocotate Freight, a shipping company that makes interplanetary deliveries.

While on his vacation, he turns on the autopilot and takes a nap whilst drifting through a particularly safe sector of space, only for a meteoroid to collide with his ship and send him tumbling to a nearby planet.

30 pieces break off his ship and are scattered across the surface with the engine (mercifully) landing close enough to his ship to be the first part recovered.

However, the planet's atmosphere is filled with an extremely dangerous gas: oxygen, and Olimar's life support system, while undamaged, will fail after 30 days.

Thus, its a race against the clock to gather as many ship parts as possible.

Thankfully, this is a real time strategy game, and Olimar is aided by little Planimals named "Pikmin" (roll credits). There are three colors, and he can unlock them by finding their "Onions" (spaceship like Planimals that serve as living nests for the Pikmin).

Red Pikmin are fireproof and can deal extra damage with their pointy noses.

Yellow Pikmin can be thrown higher than the others thanks to their massive ears, and can carry Bomb Rocks.

Blue Pikmin have gills that look like mouths on their faces, can breath in water, and can throw other Pikmin out of the water.

Pikmin can carry dead enemies and color-coded pellets to their Onions in order to produce more seeds for Olimar to pluck.

They can drink nectar to mature from leaf, to bud, to flower (getting stronger and faster with each stage).

Olimar can also throw them into "Candypop Buds" to change their colors.

At the end of the day, Olimar and the Onions will leave the planet's surface to escape from Nocturnal Predators, so after Day 1, you're gonna wanna keep an eye on the "Sun Meter" on top of the screen.

Any Pikmin not that aren't planted in the ground, in Olimar's squad, or idle at the base at the end of the day will be left behind and killed by nocturnal wildlife.

If Olimar doesn't have all 30 ship parts at the end of Day 30, he'll try and leave anyway.

If he doesn't have the 25 required parts, his ship will fail and he'll fall back to the surface and suffocate, the Pikmin using the Onion to turn him into one of them in an attempt to save his life.

If he DOES have the required 25 parts, then he'll successfully escape, leaving the Pikmin behind.

If, however, you collect 29 ship parts before Day 30, and recover the final part from the final boss, Olimar will bid the Pikmin farewell before leaving, and the Pikmin will gang up on and kill one of the nocturnal predators they used to fear. An entire fleet of Onions flies up to bid Olimar farewell as he heads home.

This is also the canon ending.

Also, the number of ship parts you recover determines when you unlock new areas: You start at the Impact Site (where Olimar discovers the Red Onion), unlock the Forest of Hope (where the Yellow Onion is found) with 1 ship part, the Forest Naval (holding the Blue Onion) with 5, the Distant Spring with 12, and the Final Trial with 29.

Discovering all 3 Onions unlocks challenge mode, where Captain Olimar has one day to sprout as many Pikmin as possible.

But yeah, you can probably see why it's so popular.

Sounds fun!

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balencigata · 6 months

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#balencigata

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blubushie · 1 year

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Can you tell me any interesting things. Literally anything.

Have some nature facts!

Nectar can ferment and it makes bees drunk. The hives act as bouncers and basically lock their sisters out of the house until they sober up.

Bison are easy to hunt and can be taken down with relatively small arms because their lungs share a cavity (the pleural sac) and aren't separate. In most animals we have two separate lungs and can survive the loss of one lung. If you're shot in the lung and keep pressure on the hole you often won't die and your primary concern is blood loss. (Uncovering the hole causes a sucking chest wound which can affect your other lung's ability to expand however, which can be fatal.) Bison however have one pleural sac that contains both lungs, so shooting one lung causes the collapse of the other and death is immediate and much quicker than it would be in humans or deer for example.

Ants have domesticated aphids and tend to them as livestock. They've also domesticated fungus.

Cheetahs suffered a genetic bottleneck during the last ice age so they're all massively inbred with very little genetic difference between them. The plus side is that this means you can freely transport organs between cheetahs without the need for immunosuppressants.

Some squids and octopus have ring-shaped brains, and their oesophagus passes through the centre of the ring. If they eat too big a meal they can give themselves brain damage.

Crows have societies. They will punish elder crows who steal food from younger, inexperienced crows, and especially for killing a young crow during a scuffle over food. This includes witchhunts through the skies where you get sometimes upwards of a hundred crows pursuing the accused and then striking him down to earth like god's smiting hand. They'll then all gang up on said crow and beat the living shit out of him. Sometimes that includes holding said crow down and five or six other crows gathering together and ritualistically ripping out his flight feathers. They literally condemn a crow to flightlessness--and death--for theft and murder. They perform "funerals" and don't caw during them. Elder crows will gather around the body of a dead crow and inspect it to determine how it died. Literally crow detectives. Crows understand the concept of death, fear death, and will avoid it all costs.

Ostriches are more attracted to people than other ostriches. Thank god emus aren't the same way.

Tasmanian devils have contagious cancer that nearly wiped out their species. In 2017 scientists created a successful vaccine.

Opossums are immune to the rabies virus because their internal body temperature is too low for the virus to survive. The only way an opossum can get rabies is if it already has a fever at the time it's bitten, and it must then maintain that fever for the (at least) two weeks it takes for the rabies virus to leave its incubation period and begin showing symptoms.

Dolphins harass pufferfish to get them to release poison that the dolphins then get high on.

Cattle, cetaceans, hummingbirds, and bats are all documented to have regional accents like humans do.

Coral isn't a plant, it's an animal. Sea anemones are also animals.

Wombats shit cubes. Scientists think they do this so the cubes don't roll downhill and can be used to mark their territories and common foraging paths.

The echidna reproductive system is really fucking weird, both in males and females.

We literally have no fucking idea what fungus are. They aren't plants. They aren't animals. They're some secret third thing that we can't explain and don't even get me started on lichens.

#blu whos #bushman

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