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Tero
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Vidoll in EXPECT RUSH 3
(May 2004)
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Ask Prompt:
-{ “Did you really think you could evade becoming my meal, now?”
Have fun~
Hecking… hhhhhhhhhhhh. This is going to be good. Thank you tero.
A Hunting Game
Rosey panted as she nearly tripped over the twigs on the forest floor. The rustling of something large moving arose the floor keeping her running. She couldn’t risk flying, he would see and hear her. And he was already close on her tail!
She continued her mad sprint into a thick area where the trees were a bit dense hoping that the smaller area would give her a small moment to breathe. She curled up one of the roots over a small drop, perfectly hiding behind a small bunch of ivy leaves, catching her breath.
Her heart was pounding as she listened to the shifting of the foilage around his form come closer and closer. She even slightly held her breath as she could sense that he was in front of her hiding spot in the trees. time ticked on for a big and she heard him shift again a bit back.
"Ssssssunshine~" he cooed out into the small area, Rosey felt her cheeks warm and the hairs on her neck stand up at the deeper voice he was using. “Come out. Come out~ your sweet scent and rapid little heart can’t hide forever~”
Rosey lightly bit down on her tongue and put a hand over her mouth to muffle the small flustered sound that wanted to escape at his words.
“You know you want thissss” he hissed out slithering closer. His voice dripped with an overly sweet tone, and like a siren's call, a part of Rosey knew he was right. She did want this but another part was too hyped on adrenaline and playful pride just give up yet. She could hear him lean against the thicket of trees that was her hiding spot, chuckling deeply.
It was silent for a few seconds before he hummed. “Mmmmm~ I can taste your sweetness already.” He cooed. She could very vividly imagine him licking his lips after that. “So very sweet and small, ssssooon to be all mine.” He growled that last part.
Rosey couldn’t help the squeak that came out of her mouth. She heard him chuckle at that and she bolted as his hand crashed down right behind her, making her let out another squeak in her adrenaline-fueled rush.
“So now it’s a game of tag? Alright then. I’m it.” He growled now lunging over the tree cluster and slithering quickly after the fleeing fairy. She let out a childish scream as she saw him chasing after her. Her wings fluttered in a weak attempt to push her forward faster than her pursuer. She stumbled into a clearing and knew that it was done. There weren’t any good hiding spots out here and he was hot on her tail. She scrambled slightly under a rock in a half burrow and tried her best to catch her breath again. She could hear him slithering through the tall grass.
“As fun as this has been my sweet, I have to say I’m ravenous after a good chase. You can come out and do this the easy way. Or…we could do this the fun way. For me at least~.” He said slithering in front of her hiding spot and past. His long tail slowly passed by behind him. A few seconds passed again before he tapped a few times on the rock just above her head. His face now just in front of the opening.
“Hello sssssunshine~” he hissed smirking at how Rosey shriked at his sudden appearance and looked around helplessly. She was cornered. A perfect little spot he could grab her out of. He pretended to think for a moment watching her every move.
“Well, Rosey? my offer still stands~” he smirks as she watches him with wide eyes, not full of fear but with flustered giddiness.
“You can make this nice and easy, crawl into my mouth and surrender to me~.” He said licking his lips at the thought. “Or you can stay in there and I’ll get you out myself. Make you squirm in my coils and squeeze some of the energy out of you.” He smirked again before laying on his front his face the only thing she could see at this point.
“Tick tock sunshine~ Arlo is missing you oh so dearly.” He said as a small growl emitted from his middle in a way that sounded like it was agreeing with his words. Roseys face was aflame as her mind scrambled for any way to get out of this not in the nagas gut. But just as he said before, she did want this… she sighed before moving forward a bit Tero’s smirk softened as she moved toward him. “Mmmmm that’s it~ come closer~.” Just as he started to open his mouth she hit the tip of his nose causing him to jerk back at the small shock of pain from the surprisingly strong. She ran past him but the strong tail was fast to entrap and halt her little escape attempt.
“Did you really think you could evade becoming my meal, now?” Tero hissed behind her she didn’t even get time to turn to look at him before her head was engulfed. His tongue slicked up her face and her hair his coils easily supporting and pushing her deeper as he moaned around her. Her sweet taste ignited a part of his brain to hold her close, hold her deep, and have her all to himself. Away from anything that could possibly hurt her. So with some greedy swallows and groans she disappeared into his mouth nothing more than a wiggling bulge traveling down his throat and into his murmuring belly.
“Mmmmph. Delicious as always my sweet~” he murmured as she started to shift around. The small bulge on his middle wasn't even noticeable unless you were looking for it. Small little divots showing up at Rosey pressed out at him and got comfortable. Sinking into the folds around herself.
Roseys face was very warm at the situation and her exhaustion and Tero's sweet words and the way Arlo was gurgling happily around her. “Hhhhhhh yea. G-good game Tero. That was fun.” She said a bit breathlessly. “Hope I tasted even better than usual since you had to earn your little snack.”
Tero happily licked his lips at her overwhelmingly sweet yet refreshing flavor. Something he could never get tired of and would happily enjoy time and time again as they share this wonderful experience. He felt another small shift in his core. Pressing into one of his hands that was currently resting over where she was hidden away. He started to rub at her and hummed happily as she fully relaxed into the cradling hold of his stomach. “It was a fun little game I will admit sunshine. Though that little trick you did at the end was a bit rude.” She giggled at his feigned hurt. “How could you treat your own boyfriend like this?” He bemoaned dramatically even putting a hand to his forehead before they both erupted into a large fit of laughter.
Eventually, they calmed down and he could feel Rosey still, and her conversations grew quiet. “Getting sleepy?” Tero asked struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Mhm,” she hummed out snuggling into the front wall a bit as his hands came to rest on his belly, to cup and hold the small bulge she made in his middle a little closer still.
“Mmmm. Me too. How about we both get some well earned rest, Rosey. You know I’ll keep you safe.” Tero murmured adjusting himself to be lying on one of his coils like a comfortable pillow. Rosey didn’t respond. Already fast asleep from her exciting little chase. Tero smiled fondly before relaxing to drift off. Happy and full of love. Holding one he loved so close and so safely.
#soft vore#safe vore#my stuff#my writing#terosey#fearplay#augh i got myself so flustered with some of this dialogue#love a bit of a chasing game#a bit of feralness from the pred as they hunt down their little treat#also the CONFIDENCE#get me everytime#tero#hope you like it!#this took like a week#but im so proud of it good gosh#ask game#thank you!
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For a fun little weekend project, I doodled my Tero race, a short warrior-like race in my Arachnia setting inspired by fantasy Dwarves and Lalafell from FFXIV. I'm kinda shite at coming up with my own armor designs though, so I heavily borrowed from existing armors and put different bits together until I had something I liked. In case you're wondering, the designs in their helmets and belts are meant to represent the mountains of Kijihn, the homeland of the Tero. :D
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mayura <--> pisaroto
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𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Terzo, Copia, and the three meanings of the word phantom.
𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Phantom.
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) None.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No spice, arguably a little bit angsty. Mentions of murder within Ghost lore.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 618 words.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Wasn't sure what to write for this prompt until I looked up the meaning of phantom for some inspiration, resulting in this! I'm realising I always seem to make Copia experience the angst and shit, I promise I can write a happy Copia! Will we see that in Ghosttober? Who can say?
There are three different meanings for the word phantom. Terzo showed Copia once when they were kids, the older boy showing the younger the page in the dictionary when he’d asked him what the word meant.
The first is straightforward: a ghost. Parts of the ministry are full of them. The two boys snuck out of their rooms and crept through the crisp cold corridors one night in search of them, the eldest of the two holding a little notepad in his hands containing a list of the various ghosts that his older brothers and father told him tales of. One of Papa Nihil’s ghouls found them tiptoeing their way down the cracked stone steps towards the dens where other nameless ghouls lived and made sure to steer them in a different direction.
“You’ll find more trouble than what you’re searching for down there,” he’d said, his voice crackling like a bonfire. The sternness and silent threat in his voice had been enough to scare the boys away and look elsewhere, though they found no phantoms that night.
Definition number two: a figment of the imagination. When Terzo and Copia were older, though not by much, the former was convinced he had seen a ghost during one of his late-night strolls through the ministry. He’d seen a pale young woman pass him by yet when he looked behind him, she wasn’t there. Copia believed him wholeheartedly – why wouldn’t he? Even though they weren’t related by blood, he still saw him as his big brother and looked up to him the way any younger sibling would.
So, they snuck out of their rooms the next night as they did when they were kids and searched for her. They looked until the sun began to rise and found nothing. Terzo had started to get angry with himself at that point, realising that she couldn’t have been real and that he must have imagined it. Copia, on the other hand, still believed he’d seen a ghost and grew upset over his big brother saying ghosts couldn’t be real. It took them three weeks to finally make up after their argument, the older boy bringing the younger one a book he’d stolen from the restricted section of the library as a peace offering.
The final meaning: a modifying noun used to say something is illusory or not real. As an adult, and now Papa, Copia is alone. Terzo is long gone, along with Primo and Secondo, and even Nihil has perished. His spirit still lingers in the ministry, but there’s no trace of the others having existed other than their old bedchambers and offices. He spends time in Terzo’s chambers when he feels that aching loneliness, that desperation to see his brother just one more time and tell him that he’s sorry. Sorry for what his mother did to him and his brothers. Sorry for being the reason they were no longer on this plane of existence.
Copia thinks he overheard Terzo’s ghouls talking about a ritual to bring their master back from the dead. They expressed their desires for the old Papa to return and take back the role that was supposed to be his and have Copia assassinated. He knows that they blame him for his death, but would they really have him killed to bring back Terzo? He wouldn’t fault them if they did. But he knew that they couldn’t have been plotting his demise. His mother would have silenced and banished them back to hell if they did.
It's just a phantom conspiracy. It’s his sleep deprived brain twisting the words of grieving ghouls longing for their friend and master to come back.
That’s what he tells himself.
#ghosttober 2022#ghosttober#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#tero#papa emeritus iii#the band ghost#fanfic#my fanfic#mine
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Back in 2014, Yark had done some art of Phineas in the style of the Monster Hunter icons.
So, I wanted to do similar art of the rest of the Team Prototype team. I wanted to do it for fun, but I also thought it would be fun to use them in a puzzle for the DnD game I’m running; the players are friends/fans of Yark, so I thought it would be a fun little homage and addition.
These were fun, but my goodness, they were also deceptive, trying to make sure they looked good in the style and making sure things were symmetrical for Nix and Sparks.
Characters belong to @teamprototype.
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Tero
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Mägenwil, Switzerland, November 2022
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Tero (Vidoll) in EXPECT RUSH 3
(May 2004)
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Away from the nightmares
Something inspired and wonderful I wanted to share.
Rosey couldn’t help but feel bad. She sometimes forgets how scary some normal ideas and stories can be to someone who is only 10% of your height and can easily fit in your hand.
Tero was pacing back and forth his breathing ragged as he tried to calm down. It was just so terrifying something so big and powerful, how whole world at times, was small even compared to other things and it just felt so overwhelming. He didn’t know what he would do, coins do to even help his beloved.
His thoughts continued to spiral before they were halted as Rosey gently placed her hand against his side. Placing her thumb against his cheek and gently rubbing away a few tears. He took a deep breath of her sent and his mouse like ears moved toward her as she gently called his name and offered to tuck him away for the night.
He was stunned but not at the idea of the offer, but at just how amazing it sounded and how she somehow knew just what to say to help him in his moments of need. He nodded and quickly climbed onto her palm as the hand shifted. Lifting him up infront of her face she gently pressed her nose to his middle and nuzzled the borrower making him chuckle and sigh in relief at the warmth coming off of her face.
Rosey opened her mouth and before she could even tilt her hand he was already crawling into her warm maw. She chuckled warmly at that before closing her lips gently behind him, the fluffy tip of his tail swaying happily just past her lips in excitement. She tilted her head back after licking him a few times and swallowed. It took a few swallows to pull the smal bulge down her throat and past her collarbone but she let out a small sigh as her airway cleared and the warm lump of her liver moved deeper.
she gasped as he filled her belly, it groaning happily at his arival. She giggled a bit at the ticklish sensation of his voice as he confirmed he was ok and comfortable. His shifting slowing and setting and the weight in her core killing her to relax as well. She layer back and placed her hands over that warm weight pressing in on her. She happily hummed and gently rubes over the spot until she felt him go limp knowing that he had finally fallen asleep.
she smiled with a warm heart, knowing that this helped him relax, that it helped him feel safe and would hopefully help keep him safe from those nightmares. She said one last thing quietly before drifting off as well.
“goodnight my little borrower. I love you so much. I promise to keep you safe”
#tero#terosey#my stuff#my writing#soft vore#safe vore#extreme cuddling#comfort vore#g/t stuff#hope you like it#just wanted to write this to get it out of my head#roses ramblings#my borrower boyfriend#that’s what I’m calling these now#new tag#Also sorry if story is oddly spaced or whatever. Wrote this all at once at midnight as I was falling asleep#grammar is bound to be bad#oh well#nonsexual vore#i love you tero#I hope you rested well
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States own and Profit on Indian Land
https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/companies/these-states-own-and-profit-off-of-indian-reservation-land/ss-BB1jobKf?ocid=socialshare&pc=U531&cvid=90e6807ee9d24f529b45618bedc0dae8&ei=72&fbclid=IwAR0XxaO6Pgtm73DxTVHCmkVPe5sT8yIzMz1cR8PGYEnmSKgGzcQMokcbamk
States own and profit from tribal lands
This small article did not mention the tribal administrations role. The government body often attempts to…
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