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my wife can stab me a little bit i dont care
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trying to sleep but before i do
the last sight you see is a crimson fox looming over you, her fingers in your mouth, the purest essence dripping down your throat, feeling her corruption spread from within as your mind starts to fade...
and you wake up in her lap with another of your fellow acolytes, waiting oh so eagerly for your leader, your god to turn her gaze down to you and pay you the attention you crave...
akane has many, many ways to get inside, and youd be a fool to bet against her
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since its on topic and i just want to put this out there before i sleep, feel free to slap a like on this post for a kitsune of your choosing in your inbox- or my choosing if you don’t specify. because yknow. its fox mating season, soooooooo-
that includes:
Stormcaller
Yonezu
Konkai
and Akane!
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since its on topic and i just want to put this out there before i sleep, feel free to slap a like on this post for a kitsune of your choosing in your inbox- or my choosing if you don’t specify. because yknow. its fox mating season, soooooooo-
that includes:
Stormcaller
Yonezu
Konkai
and Akane!
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today's braincell:
kitsunes doing 'hehes' like foxes do when they're excited or playing
you push storm or yonezu a little, wrestle with them, start getting them worked up and watch them turn into little energetic fluffballs cackling and playing
maybe you could even get Konkai to do so, that would be interesting
only konkai, yonezu, soleil or jeanne can get that kind of excitement out of akane.
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Closer. Closer than she'd been in months. So close that she could swear it would've left imprints on her skin...
No one in the world could understand. Not Konkai, not her darling sister, or the rejects that came before the two of them. Not her own daughters, who soon enough will have outlived their need to exist... no one but her... and her mother.
She wanted to reach for where the contact had been made, but she already knew there wasn't any point... Jeanne was not here.
Akane would gather more. She needed more of her mother's gift... the other daughters, those failures would satisfy to some degree, but not enough...
Unless she got her hands on Deva, that wretch...
Work to be done. A cult to cultivate. Fuel for her fire.
She'll come home. With such a devoted daughter like herself, Jeanne will return.
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catching your partner dancing and singing to themselves while they jam out to their favorite song. send post.
#🦴 bonehead. (ooc)#;; storm experiencing headphones for the first time#;; watching her fluffy ears stand straight up when she hears sound before getting excited and jamming#;; bryn playing her favorite song on speaker. bumping and bobbing to the beat#;; you might actually catch lily strumming on her guitar or writing up lyrics for her band while she jams#;; sharing an earbud with bapho and watching her curious eyes stare off into the distance#;; fafka can. will. and Must slow damce with you so if you think you can get away with watching her from afar think again
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Brawler of the Swamp.
NAME: Laurentia Lyrel PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Demisexual HEIGHT: 5′8″
When rumors and tales of travelers being beaten and attacked along less traveled paths in Felucca began to spread, fighters in the local area made their way towards the origin of the stories... and upon their return, those same fighters came home with bruises, broken teeth and bloody noses. Something out there was tougher than some of the region’s best, and it was leaving a warpath in its wake.
That’s when a certain Messenger became involved, but not completely on purpose. It was almost by chance that Vee’s route took her through on a crash course with the beast...
A woman- no, a Brawler, a warrior, a fighter. Those who came her way met with her fists, dueling with a fury like an animal cornered- and Vee was no different. She didn’t introduce herself, she didn’t bother with pleasantries, she wanted a fight and this girl was going to give her one...
... until she wound up flat on the ground in defeat.
She’d never lost a fight close up like that before. Her whole life, she’d been a survivor and a victor because defeat meant death or worse. She couldn’t afford to lose... yet there she’d been, laid out, at this woman’s mercy- and she was only met with mercy.
Laurenti didn’t know who this girl was or what she was planning to do, but she was already different than others that’d crossed her path before...
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"Good, evil? Small, big? Rich, poor? Cute, ugly?"
"Doesn't matter to me. At the end of the day, I'm still getting paid, one way or another... and seeing big corpo bosses having meltdowns is always a bonus~!"
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;; sorry i havent done more today. i have... a lot in my inbox and some starters/replies in my drafts but i just havent been able to focus on writing. i promise i’ll try to get a few more things done tomorrow.
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“There’s my favorite bimbot~!”
Merger’s arms are held open wide, inviting her companion in. “Come here, Assist, I’ve got a huge “storage” of “data” to “upload” into your “systems”... straight from my “harddrive”...~”
@bcnezone
Happy A.I slime noises commence~
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Good for business, good for pleasure, bad for everyone else.
NAME: Merger PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual HEIGHT: 6′7″
When rivals are making gains through ‘alternative’ methods and you want a leg up, even a means to completely buy out your enemies, you find Merger. Few are better in the business of hacking and slashing than the self-proclaimed “Cyberlance”, having penetrated and outright destroyed the best cybersecurity in the business and putting other supposed prodigies to shame.
Where she is now is a mystery, and whatever her original identity was is gone to history- some say she’s been completely chromed out, others say “who the fuck is that��, but you’re guaranteed to never meet the real her in your day-to-day. After all, one doesn’t just cause trouble and rock the boat with big corpos and get away with it- not without a lot of time, money and preparation.
If you do meet her, its safe to say she’s taken an interest in you... but thankfully, that doesn’t guarantee danger.
#💥 Sparking the Tension. (Sides)#;; im gonna try something like this for side characters#;; i had a talk with someone a while back about muses and how like#;; just overloading information into one thing can kind of shoot muses in the feet before they even get going#;; im gonna try something similar with this kind of style#;; probably actually add More to the background/basis than what ive put for merger but#;; i wanted to add her for a lil bit#;; mostly for a specific friend who i said i would#;; you know who you are
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Watch your massive canine partner fend off anything and everything by sheer intimidation alone, anger exuding from his body in an aura of Divine Hate. Powerful muscles rippling with effort, cracking men in two, eviscerating the mightiest of monsters, and even bringing the very gods to their knees.
But also laying gently on his fluffy chest, snuggling into the soft comfort and security of his arms, knowing there’s nothing in the world that could get to you.
#🌱 Greater things Grow. (Offspring)#;; rager is a good boy deep in his core#;; its just all buried underneath centuries of grief and pain and a deep; deep sleep.
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;; talk of monsterfuckers on the dash, i offer you
Rager
#🌱 Greater things Grow. (Offspring)#;; 9 foot tall ferocious wolf/dragon/monster/??? hybrid war god#;; but also 9 feet of good dog. precious boy. deserves to learn and live normally
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hey, to whoever sent me that anon, if you have a way of reaching out to me, do so. i think i know who you are but. not really sure.
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“...!?”
She woke up with a sudden snap, eyes wide and pushing herself up off the charred ground. Around her were signs of a crowd, smoke-stained earth and ash... and the distant aura of Hate in the hearts of Men. It wasn’t like her to just ‘sleep’ either... not that she truly could, given what she was... no, everything pointed to an obvious answer and the memories of the event slowly trickled in.
The burning of a Witch at the stake. Yes, she remembered the mob that marched in with their torches and lanterns, knowing that the light would keep them safe from the most wicked of her magic. They moved with purpose and conviction, to end the terrible reign of an evil witch from their land so that they might be able to rest peacefully at night...
What a pathetic reaction.
Standing up now, dusting herself off, she worked her magic to restore the clothes that had been burned in the fire. They knew her as a witch, with their heads stuff full of silly fables and tales of dastardly magicks cast by those of evil origin.
They did not know she was a lich. And without the destruction of her phylactery, she would simply just... come back. Or more accurately, ‘wake up’. A sigh escaped her as she gathered her scattered belongings, making a mental note to identity the origin of the rumors surrounding her presence in the land- and to move her abode to a safer location.
Things like this were only minor upsets in the grand scheme of everything. Ren himself had been through even worse throughout his immortal life; she at least thanked her leader for inspiring in her the same unrelenting resilience he held.
Finally, a snap of her finger pulled the ash from the earth, and with her magic, created from it a rather lovely umbrella to protect her body from being exposed to the light of the morning sun. And off she went to find her way home, mind adrift with various plans already brewing.
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She’s not dead. Someone like her... she can’t die.
She’s merely trapped in a dream... and that’s why Akane has to wake her up. Her favorite daughter, her most precious girl... she won’t let Jeanne down...
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