valerieoberlinshop
Monster Shopkeep
Have a look at my wares! RP Blog about Valerie Oberlin (and other Monster Prom series characters if I feel like it) 18+ Only. Will engage with any sort of blog, does not matter. Kinks, comedy, general interaction.
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anonymously send me an emoji! feeder/feedee/FA edition
😍 I think you’re cute.
💋 I want to kiss you.
💕 I want to cuddle with you.
✋ I want to spank you!
🍩 I want to feed you.
🍰 I want you to feed me.
👅 I want to eat food off your body.
😈 I want to fuck you!
🐷 Let’s have some piggy play!
☎️ Let’s talk dirty.
🐽 I want you to tease/humiliate me.
⬆️ I want to dominate you.
⬇️ I want you to dominate me.
🔴 I want to stuff you silly.
🔵 I want to blow you up like a blueberry!
👕 I want to grow you out of your clothes.
👐 Belly rubs!
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It’s Fat Ass Friday!
Today’s all about giant, massive asses! Send in asks, submissions, starters, etc, all about fat asses. Making them bigger, worshipping them, playing with them, etc etc.
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(Maybe I should make a list of various fireworks that serve as a prompt list. That would be fun.)
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"vicky i threw up someone put silver in my mash potatoes "
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"Hell. Alright. Time for... a mystery I guess." as Val resolves to solve this crime against life.
Monster High becomes a totally different visual novel series. One where a crime happens and one must find the criminal... and Val has more or less become the detective here, though she refuses to admit it.
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Val, of course, knew everything that was happening in this shop. She had cameras, spells to enchant certain things, all the works. The moment she realized she put Miranda into a compromising situation, she decided to have a bit of risky fun. She decided to keep pretending to walk around her store, avoiding eye contact with Miranda.
But secretly she still had the remote. And on that remote was a little knob labeled "Frequency" which she very slowly turned up, walking around, humming still like nothing was going in.
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“Doodley doo~…” Val hums a little bit and mentions, “I still wonder what this remote is connected to. Nothing turned on last time I tried it.”
Of course, that was because one of its buttons other wasn’t pressed. A sort of safty mechanism that Miranda, unfortunately, deactivated by putting it into that hiding place. Val pressed the activation button for the Ovipositor once and set it back down, not realizing(?) she had just turned it on inside of Miranda.
She felt it, first. Or, rather, Miranda heard Valerie first, her fins fanned, like radar dishes to pick up on every last sound, to listen for her heartbeat so that Miranda could know distance, so she could know when she could run for it — and then she felt it. Feeling it was important enough that Miranda could be excused for placing priority on the sensation, really.
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"Doodley doo~..." Val hums a little bit and mentions, "I still wonder what this remote is connected to. Nothing turned on last time I tried it."
Of course, that was because one of its buttons other wasn't pressed. A sort of safty mechanism that Miranda, unfortunately, deactivated by putting it into that hiding place. Val pressed the activation button for the Ovipositor once and set it back down, not realizing(?) she had just turned it on inside of Miranda.
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Miranda doesn’t have a moment as she hears a whistling as Valerie is clearly heard walking around the store. “Let’s take some inventory… maybe I’d ought to start in back. Haven’t counted back there in a bit.” Luck is clearly not on Miranda’s side. She’ll need to be quick to figure something out, and she has a reputation of not exactly thinking fast. Course that reputation may be false, but a tense situation makes anyone do rash decisions. Especially when your brain is firing on all the wrong cylinders.
Her fins flare to life immediately, one sound forcing them to spring into action. Far beyond her vision, far beyond her sense of touch, far beyond even her smell and her taste, her sense of hearing sits supreme. She can hear each footstep, hear Valerie’s breath, hear the echo of her against the shelves and the walls, hear down to the shuffle of her clothes and the jingle of her jewelry. She can hear where Valerie is, hear her path as certainly as Val herself would see it before her. That is what Miranda’s hearing was made for, after all, and even on land, divorced from the ocean and its ways of amplifying noise across distance, she can hear where Valerie is with fine precision.
It’s not a good outlook. Val is closer than Miranda wants her to be, but she’s not yet in sight of the curtain Miranda pushed past. There’s not enough time to find a more proper hiding spot, not enough time to plan things out. Miranda needs to move, needs to gain precious time again, and that’s not something she has a lot of choices on. It’s a dead end back here, and if Val gets any closer she’ll see Miranda leave.
However, there is a shelf that she recalls, that runs along from the curtain to the counter. It’s not much, but it breaks sightlines, and thus gives Miranda time. If she drops onto all fours too, then Val won’t see her, as she knows all too well that landfolk seldom think to look down. She’s faster too, when she’s not pretending to be a biped, and there’s a space underneath the counter. It’ll be cramped, but Val won’t see her, Miranda will hide for some time, and she’ll be able to get back precious moments.
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#royal reef#royalreef#in character#nsfw#nsfw ask#nsfw shop antics#(or maybe she knows what she's doing. cats got good senses too)
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Miranda doesn't have a moment as she hears a whistling as Valerie is clearly heard walking around the store. "Let's take some inventory... maybe I'd ought to start in back. Haven't counted back there in a bit." Luck is clearly not on Miranda's side. She'll need to be quick to figure something out, and she has a reputation of not exactly thinking fast. Course that reputation may be false, but a tense situation makes anyone do rash decisions. Especially when your brain is firing on all the wrong cylinders.
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Limited Edition Hyper Ovipositor.
How in the world did Val manage to stock a sextoy like that, and one so rare and lauded after? Not even Miranda had one of these and she was Royalty.
Of course it seems like Val didn’t even know what it was, just going by the vague shape and the fact it was out in the open (in the Dark Section) all but confirmed to Miranda that Val held Miranda’s Sexy Holy Grail in her shop without even realizing it.
It wasn’t even labled as an Ovipositor either, it seems like Val thought drugs were involved by the fake name she made for it.
She pays less attention to the label Val’s given it than she perhaps should have — Miranda’s been in Val’s shop before, and she knows names are more for the sale than the use proper.
Miranda would not say that she has an appraiser’s eye. Miranda is a princess, after all, and assessing the quality of goods is not her duty, rather that she should be more properly handling things after it’s already been determined what they are, but she’s learned a trick or two. Only natural, really. You don’t spend the exact same amount of time staring at all the same fineries and materials without growing a sense for when you’re being shorthanded, or when you have something with a bigger bite on your hands.
Likewise, she might not know exactly the same tips and tricks of the trade, might not look at things under a microscope to see how they were built, but she’s far better than most.
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#royal reef#royalreef#nsfw#nsfw ask#nsfw shop antics#(time for the cat to catch a fish where one shouldn't be~?)
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how would the gang look after a sick scott?
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Valerie would probably give him a chunk of meat with the medicine hidden inside like how you give sick dogs medicine.
Everyone else, I assume, would bring the typical things. Soup, heat packs, cold packs, movies, etc. Calculester would bring education to help Scott function more.
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Indeed, huge silver shotput balls imbeded into their skulls like it was raining metal balls.
"would yaa happen to have any tennis balls?"
scott asked shyly
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Val sighs. "Here for the usual again, Scott? Don't worry, direct from the gym, just like how you like them." She pulls out a laundry bin labeled "Scott" and dumps them all out the window, also labeled Scott, for him to jump through. "Pay once you're done, big boy." She smiles.
Scott sees the tennis balls all bouncing wildly around the asphalt outside.
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"We can hang out later, Scott. I just realized I have some errands to run. I'm good on the hugs too. Just go have some fun somewhere else, alright?"
Val pulls out a modified tennis ball launcer and fires it out the window, where it flies clear across campus, "Fetch!"
As soon as Scott leaps out, Val loads in some special ammo and watches, looking for those that would insult Scott like that like a sniper.
"would yaa happen to have any tennis balls?"
scott asked shyly
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Val sighs. "Here for the usual again, Scott? Don't worry, direct from the gym, just like how you like them." She pulls out a laundry bin labeled "Scott" and dumps them all out the window, also labeled Scott, for him to jump through. "Pay once you're done, big boy." She smiles.
Scott sees the tennis balls all bouncing wildly around the asphalt outside.
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"Everything you do is, in general, pretty cute Scott. You should ignore those ones, they're just assholes." Val said, supressing her anger as best she could, a vein popping up on her forehead.
"Go play with your tennis balls, Scott." Valerie said, as she went behind her counter and started assembling something.
"would yaa happen to have any tennis balls?"
scott asked shyly
@bestboyscott
Val sighs. "Here for the usual again, Scott? Don't worry, direct from the gym, just like how you like them." She pulls out a laundry bin labeled "Scott" and dumps them all out the window, also labeled Scott, for him to jump through. "Pay once you're done, big boy." She smiles.
Scott sees the tennis balls all bouncing wildly around the asphalt outside.
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"would yaa happen to have any tennis balls?"
scott asked shyly
@bestboyscott
Val sighs. "Here for the usual again, Scott? Don't worry, direct from the gym, just like how you like them." She pulls out a laundry bin labeled "Scott" and dumps them all out the window, also labeled Scott, for him to jump through. "Pay once you're done, big boy." She smiles.
Scott sees the tennis balls all bouncing wildly around the asphalt outside.
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Limited Edition Hyper Ovipositor.
How in the world did Val manage to stock a sextoy like that, and one so rare and lauded after? Not even Miranda had one of these and she was Royalty.
Of course it seems like Val didn't even know what it was, just going by the vague shape and the fact it was out in the open (in the Dark Section) all but confirmed to Miranda that Val held Miranda's Sexy Holy Grail in her shop without even realizing it.
It wasn't even labled as an Ovipositor either, it seems like Val thought drugs were involved by the fake name she made for it.
@valerieoberlinshop inquired: After somehow turning lemons into the next greatest weapon for the Merkingdom, Miranda became more of a common shopper there, and eventually found the one thing that she’s been… needing. Specifically in the secret part of the shop.
Her nose pushed past the curtain first, lifting it up easily to pass through. This, while something that Miranda preferred not to be caught doing, was the typical merfolk manner of passing something by, of moving anything out of their way. After all, her shoulders were further back than most landfolk, and sat at the end of a long neck anyways. To reach for the curtain with her hands would have been a greater bother, but it was one that the landfolk expected from her, so Miranda typically erred for the uncomfortable option.
However, she was fairly certain Val wasn’t around. Not like that seemed unusual to Miri — while she was like the rest in her classmates in terms of destruction or willingly pocketing something that might not have intentionally been hers, she also tended to prefer paying for things when she could. Val, like any shopkeep, surely had her busy spells. Something or another to attend to, something that meant that she stepped away from the counter for periods of time. That did not surprise Miranda, and she was equally as certain that she could call Val back to attention if she rang the bell on the counter.
Nothing which meant that her poking around a little more than usual would be minded. After all, it was just a curtain that was dividing off this part of the shop, tucked away in a sly little corner, and surely if it was something serious then Valerie would have hidden it better. Nothing that meant Miranda couldn’t look around for a moment. Nothing that meant she couldn’t entertain herself.
She pushed the curtain back, up and over her shoulders, feeling it brush over her tail as she stepped inside. The lights in this section were not on, but again, not alarming to Miranda. She had excellent vision in darkness, far better than in open light, and she was sure that she would have found a light switch on the wall if she was looking. Probably just because no one was back here, to conserve on electricity. Neither concept surprised Miranda, and so she did not question it, lifting her head up to look around.
The issue was, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at, at first. Plenty of items, of course, but that was to be expected. She was in a shop, after all. However, the items in question were… odd. Magical items, perhaps? That didn’t surprise Miranda, the land had magical items by the ton, but these seemed strange to her. As though crafted for odd purposes, which she could not devise.
Other objects, however, at least held a familiarity to them. Organic shapes, vibrant colors, long and thick and solid and soft — Miranda knew what she was looking at. She would not, if asked, have known the word for ‘dildo’ in English, but she assuredly knew them and what they were. Nor did she know the words ‘fleshlight’ nor ‘strap’ nor ‘cockring’ nor ‘butt plug’, but, so too, did she know them just as well.
Oh.
Oh. Well. Well. Alright. Well then.
Well. Hmm. Huh. Oh. Oh.
Huh.
Alright. Okay. Okay.
She sees.
That was. That was something. It was something that Miranda’s brain was processing, abruptly overwhelmed, her eyes shifting around as though stunned by the choices laid out around her. And there were a lot of choices, choices that were not made any more clearer by what exactly everything in here was used for, the exceptions with less clear motives abruptly as stunning as those with more clear uses.
It was not helped either, that seeing all of this was making her flush, warm and hot across her fins and a simmering heat lower, pooling in her hips and aching with its own emptiness. She should… She should leave, then, right? That was the appropriate course of action. It was the polite course of action. It was the ‘apologies, I did not mean to look at all of your sex toys on sale and by the way that one keeps catching my eye but I cannot directly admit that I want to buy it to your face so I am going to merely be thinking about this all night’ course of action, which in Miranda’s mind made it the right course of action.
It was also not the course of action that Miranda was about to take.
Instead, she found herself approaching the shelf, and carefully, ever carefully, extending out a hand to take one of the items off of the shelf, to feel it in her hands.
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Valerie tried not to drool at the cash. "I will be extremely considerate! Just take the lemon and go, and I'll have a crate shipped to you in no time! Feel free to keep on sending me more +MONEY when you ever get the chance. This will be *very* lucrative for the both of us~." Valerie smiled, taking the case and handing Miri the lemon in a little baggie for "safety". "They can rot, so like, be careful about that. Minus that, uhhh... yeah. I'm sure this will make for a beautiful partnership."
For the next few payments, Miri gets a few crates of lemons, all becoming "in vogue" among the elite soliders of the mer-kingdom, though they all have to wear special armor if they insist on having them. They make for great spear/trident attachments, grenades (inspired by a joke from a game Val played), and even act as, essentially, underwater tear gas just through sheer acidity.
One wonders how they've affected the food culture of the merkingdom.
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“They’re aren’t much for screaming, are they? Huh… oh and also similar to cooking just like, put it in there with the food. Doesn’t go with everything but it goes great with fried food. Just don’t eat the lemon yourself, might pop something in your teeth if you got the wrong combo of chemicals goin on.” Val isn’t even sure if that’s real but figuring making a Lemon sound more dangerous would increase the buying factor.
“I just got the one for now, but I’ll pull some strings to get you as mamy as you want. Now…” Valerie places the lemon on the counter. “Make me an offer.” She smiles confidently.
“Of course not! They were designed not to scream!” Miri takes the notes in stride, tilting her fins to and fro to catch every detail described. It seems simple enough, though she’ll still have her staff perform the basic safety precautions as well. Likewise, it was easy enough for her to avoid eating herself, as she wasn’t planning on it, but the thought for serving to others is, regardless, appeasing in its own way.
While she thinks, another two serfs step forward, appearing as though from nowhere in the same way as the first. One of them grasps the serf still twitching and flopping on the ground, dragging them away, helpfully removed from Miranda’s negotiations. The other lifts up and places with a heavy thud, a black briefcase, stately and leather and nondescript. And then another. And another. A single glance inside is enough to confirm suspicions — each packed with enough +MONEY to make it impossible to close them again, leaving it a wonder how they were able to shut them in the first place.
“I am traveling light today, so I am afraid I will have to start with a small down-payment — I can have the rest of my estate send you the rest once I am back at my castle, if you would be so considerate?”
#royalreef#royal reef#in character#(MAKE A COMBUSTIBLE LEMON)#(AND BURN THEIR HOUSE DOWN)#(WITH THE LEMONS)#(YEAH)
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🛒 - Their last 3 purchases
1 regeneration potion (traded with Aaravi for a faulty XP Sharing Device).
1 large bottle of ultra painkillers for the usual amount.
1 bottle of celebratory scotch in which the recipient (Polly) is owed a favor. Most likely sexual.
Found in a logbook left open on Valerie's shop counter.
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