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Sinday Touches - NSFW edition

Send me a symbol for your muse to touch mine in some way:

😈 – grab butt 🤖 – kiss neck 👽 – nibble on earlobe 😺 – fondle outside of clothes 💋 – kiss on the lips 👀 – go down on/suck-off 💐 – finger/jack-off 🌈 – spank  🔥 – deny orgasm 💥 – force orgasm ☀ – massage with oils ⚡ – use shock collar on ❄ – rub ice on skin 🍆 – pants/expose 🍌 – cum on (specify location) 🍒 – suck on fingers 🥥 – motorboat breasts 🥕 – bite inner thighs 🥒 – insert cock/strap-on (specify which hole) 🌮 – grind against 🍭 – suck nipples ⚽ – talk dirty to (specify what is said) 🎱 – tie-up/bind 🏹 – pin to a wall and kiss 🎯 – undress 🔮 – pull hair 💵 – pay for sex 💰 – pay for a lap dance/striptease 💡 – slap/punch 🎈 – steal a drag of their cigarette/joint 💊 – drug 🔪 – stab 🔫 – shoot

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I don’t feel like M̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶

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The end.

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NSFW Sunday

//Swan is taking NSFW asks. Ask him anything.

“Very well. If you’re dying to find out...”

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“Heh...yeah, I guess so,” Swan said, a faint smile coming onto his face. He looked at Mariska’s art--she always had so many colours, including ones she never seemed to actually have when she started. It all blended, it all flowed, but you could see thousands of things you didn’t even know were there.

Swan thought a bit on the nature of duality, and let his thoughts carry him away as he sat back and let the sounds of the night just...be.

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Swan sighed, softly. He thought for a moment. Thought about pain, rage, loss–all feelings wholly familiar to him. He thought about vengeance, its crimson fury drowning out all the sorrows inside himself. He thought about his funereal demeanour and his wild ambition, and the clashing dissonance brought about by the duality.

He painted a silhouetted of himself in purple and blue, a melancholy neon silhouette, one accustomed to the dark side of the night. Finally, he threw a splash of red paint across the image, staining it.

“I am in blood stepped in so deep…”

He sighed, looking at the art.

Mariska watched Swan work on his spot of the wall for a couple of minutes, before heading back towards her own spot she had picked out before once she felt satisfied that she’d helped him achieve some kind of creative breakthrough. By the time she was done with her piece, Swan was putting the finishing touches on his. She glanced over at the art, then stepped backwards a bit, stopping when she felt herself accidentally bump into one of the many stacks of old, dusty boxes behind them both.

She looked deep in contemplation as she viewed the two contrasting murals next to each other. Hers was undeniably, trademark, classic Mariska. It was a psychedelic swirl of colors that vaguely formed shapes of flowers blending together by their petals. Swan’s work was the polar opposite; dark shades of color played the backdrop to brighter, neon highlights, topped with a bright splash of red.

“Now that, my brother, is art.” Mariska finally stated, after standing silently in thought for some time. “It’s like…yin and yang. Contrasting harmony…beauty in the vivid, and beauty in the night.” She added; it wasn’t entirely clear if she was just speaking to herself out loud, or if that statement had actually been meant for Swan. Regardless, she stepped a bit closer to him and gave him a gentle, playful shove on the shoulder. “See, man? I told ‘ya you had it in you.”

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things I want: love and affection things I have: trauma and touch starvation

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a  collection  of  starters  taken  from  snapcube’s  resident  evil  2  fandub .   please  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  tenses  as  necessary . 

“  fucking technology. made by the liberals…  ”

“  do you have insurance or a lawyer?  ”

“  warning? i’m not afraid of anything, not even gas!  ”

“  i’m afraid of everything especially gas, yes, ESPECIALLY gas.  ”

“  these people are too ugly for my taste.  ”

“  that’s reckless driving!  ”

“  yeah i know, but i’m a cop so i can do literally anything i want and i don’t think it’s illegal.  ”

“  i think we’re in… furry city.  ”

“  i’ve read a lot of dank comic books.  ”

“  we’re stuck in a car! we’re stuck in a car!  ”

“  don’t worry they can’t eat a car no matter how hard they try!  ”

“  i’m getting the heck out of here.  ”

“  ew… it’s dank.  ”

“  call me floppy feet, nice to meet you.  ”

“  whatcha got there?  ”

“  it’s my novel… bitch what the fuck?  ”

“  tell everyone you know that floppy feets was here.  ”

“  i told them to keep flopping or they’ll start dropping.  ”

“  you have to drop those bitches.  ”

“  dude this is just like romeo and juliet!  ”

“  i’m coming down to meet you, just like romeo and juliet.  ”

“  we were talking about floppy feets, club penguin legend.  ”

“  i have places to go… as a penguin.  ”

“  what’s your dream club penguin item?  ”

“  shut up it closed a year ago!  ”

“  floppy feet has to flop forever…  ”

“  i’m going to die… i’ve shitted too hard.  ”

“  you don’t even work here!  ”

“  i’ve heard someone’s got some overdue books at the library!  ”

“  i hate bugs.  ”

“  listen, i don’t have time for this, i want ice cream.  ”

“  i’m made from lunchable meats!  ”

“  do you have my little pony?  ”

“  you’re really pretty, but we can’t be friends if you don’t have my little pony.  ”

“  wouldn’t be the first time i heard that.  ”

“  i mean you got one thot right here T B H.  ”

“  god… lesbian rights.  ”

“  okay… sign me up!  ”

“  judging by your bone structure i’d say you’re halfway there.  ”

“  I KNEW THIS WOULD COME BACK TO HAUNT ME!  ”

“  god… i’m so bored i wish i had some crayons.  ”

“  YOU POPEYE MADELINE LOOKING BITCH!  ”

“  sometimes you just can’t lose a daddy.  ”

“  i ‘sploded him real good.  ”

“  i’m gonna wittle a nice decoration for the mantle.  ”

“  sorry… i had an orgasm.  ”

“  nah that’s not my kink bro.  ”

“  SEND YOUR FEET PICS QUEEN!  ”

“  you always got in the way of me getting it in!  ”

“  that’s right binch!  ”

“  this is not the kind of penetration i was looking for tonight!  ”

“  you do not have to be a boy… a gross yucky ick boy.  ”

“  you’re infected with girl juice… i puked it into you… from my girl sac.  ”

“  it’s easy, PRONOUNS, you fucking asshole.  ”

“  can you leave? i’m getting the bad vibes from you.  ”

“  what you think i’m toxic?  ”

“  i don’t even like britney spears.  ”

“  is this what consequences feel like? shit.  ”

“  we’ll make a top out of you yet.  ”

“  eat shit… thotticus.  ”

“  YOU TWAT SWATTING BITCH!  ”

“  fuck childhood innocence in its ass. i’m gonna teach you bad words.  ”

“  i already know bad words. fuck you.  ”

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Swan took a sip, swallowed hard, and sighed.

“It wasn’t even anything different from what I’m used to. Everything just felt twice as pointless for some reason. And now I’m crying, which I fucking hate.”

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“I need to go killing. Again.”

Swan muttered incoherently to himself for a while. He let Leon hold his hand, not really even knowing why.

“Or hell, I just need to drink. Or something. Trust me, I’m not gonna pretend I’m okay. Haven’t pretended that for years.”

With his free hand, Leon reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small flask. He twists off the cap and takes a small sip of the contents inside. 

“Here, drink a bit of this.” The angel says after swallowing down the alcohol in his mouth, holding the flask out to the goth.

“It may not do much justice, but it’s something.”

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“I need to go killing. Again.”

Swan muttered incoherently to himself for a while. He let Leon hold his hand, not really even knowing why. 

“Or hell, I just need to drink. Or something. Trust me, I’m not gonna pretend I’m okay. Haven’t pretended that for years.”

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Leon nodded his head in understanding, his hand still continuing to rub Swan’s back. “I know how you feel, sometimes we all have days to where they won’t be as easy as we thought.” He said, taking one of the goth’s hands into his own, giving it a small squeeze.

“And it’s okay to cry. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, nor you don’t have to hide your tears. Don’t do what I do and pretend that you’re okay when you’re not.” 

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Muse speaks about the mun (part 2)

Send a number for the muse(s) to talk about their mun

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Does the mun give out personal info? Like birthdate, first name, age, gender, etc?  

Does the mun have any learning disabilities? 

What irritates the mun? 

Does the mun have self-esteem issues? If, so has this caused any problems? 

Is the mun easily nervous? If so, why?

Does the mun have a habit that’s annoying? 

Does the muse think the mun is intimidating to approach?

Is the mun easy to talk too?  

What’s the mun’s favorite thing to drink? 

What food does the mun like to eat?

What do they like to use for communicating, IMs or Discord? 

Does the mun like talking to people? Or are they shy? 

Does the mun believe in the supernatural/paranormal? 

What’s the weirdest thing the mun has said? 

If the mun could choose one person to yet, who would it be? 

Has the mun ever pulled an all-nighter before? 

Would the mun make a call-out post if they have too? 

Does the muse like how the mun writes?

What song does the mun think fixes them and what does the muse think? What song does the muse think fits the mun and why?

Does the mun what to learn a different language? 

If the mun could move to a different country would they and why?

Does the mun like to play games? 

Has the mun told anyone about the muse(s) birthday? Well, the mun tell anyone?

Does the mun evens or odds?

What makes the mun happy? 

Does the mun have any secrets? 

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“Damn it,” Swan muttered. “Damn it...don’t cry...”

He steadied himself, took a deep breath.

“It’s not been an easy day. I thought it would be, it’s far from it.”

“O-Oh..”

Send “Hey…” to catch my muse crying!

Alternatively, send “O-Oh..” for your muse to be found crying!

“Swan? Is that you?” Leon asked with concerned in his voice, poking his head into the room to try and get a better look as to who was crying. He frowned once he got a better look; slowly making his way over to the goth and sitting down next to him.

He puts a hand on the other’s back, beginning to rub it slowly to help soothe him. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me about it… I’m here for you.”

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Swan sighed, softly. He thought for a moment. Thought about pain, rage, loss--all feelings wholly familiar to him. He thought about vengeance, its crimson fury drowning out all the sorrows inside himself. He thought about his funereal demeanour and his wild ambition, and the clashing dissonance brought about by the duality.

He painted a silhouetted of himself in purple and blue, a melancholy neon silhouette, one accustomed to the dark side of the night. Finally, he threw a splash of red paint across the image, staining it.

“I am in blood stepped in so deep...”

He sighed, looking at the art.

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Swan took a look into the box of paint. There was no black, which didn’t exactly shock him, knowing Mariska. Instead, there was a dark shade of purple, which he selected, as well as a deep crimson. A bright green was present as well, which he considered for a moment.

Selecting a couple of brushes, he sighed softly and looked at the empty wall, contemplating its emptiness with an unusually calm expression. There was void and darkness here, an aching space that needed to be filled.

“You have me intrigued,” Swan said. “Very well. I will join you.”

He tried to let his imagination run wild, but little came to him. 

Next to where Swan stood, Mariska was already going wild with her selection of vivid paints, creating paisley patterned shapes and colorful floral details. None of the colors complemented each other at all, but that’s what she seemed to love so much about it. After some time of becoming absorbed in her creative process, she suddenly remembered her friend’s presence, and turned to look at him, unable to pretend that she didn’t see how little progress he had made since they had both picked up a brush.

“Nothin’ speaking to you, eh, brother?” She said, walking a bit closer to investigate his choice of color palette. 

Darker tones; a selection to be expected from someone of his more gloomy aesthetic. Not quite her cup of tea, but she could respect that it was the kinda thing he liked. Quietly, she hummed to herself, as she looked over what work he had completed in contemplation. 

“You’re overthinking it…lemme give you a little piece of advice, straight from the un-beating heart.” She said, with a smile. “It’s not about creating something structured, or having a plan, y’know? It’s about getting whatever’s stuck in here–” She tapped Swan’s forehead, gently. “–out here, instead.” She concluded, tapping the blank spot on the wall in front of him. “So, just, like…let your hands move the brush. Close your eyes, if you gotta. Forget about what matches and what doesn’t. You feel me?”

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Swan took a look into the box of paint. There was no black, which didn’t exactly shock him, knowing Mariska. Instead, there was a dark shade of purple, which he selected, as well as a deep crimson. A bright green was present as well, which he considered for a moment.

Selecting a couple of brushes, he sighed softly and looked at the empty wall, contemplating its emptiness with an unusually calm expression. There was void and darkness here, an aching space that needed to be filled.

“You have me intrigued,” Swan said. “Very well. I will join you.”

He tried to let his imagination run wild, but little came to him. 

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“Art, huh?” Swan said, sighing. “i…could try. The world is so…stale, like you just implied. Overrated. Hard to get a spark from a dead, cold, wet thing…”

He noticed her moving and went to follow her, his legs moving almost unbidden.

“Alright, lead the way, Mariska. Hopefully I’ll see something worth writing home about. But I swear if it’s just another chicken I don’t know what I’ll do, but it probably won’t be pretty.”

Mariska laughed, shaking a hand in the air dismissively at Swan’s chicken comment.

“Oh, come on, man, loosen up a little. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

She continued to lead them into the cramped hallway of her farmhouse, then stopped near the end of it, in front of a long string that hung down from the ceiling. 

“I used to paint all over the walls and the ceilings of this place back when I was still kickin’,” She said, as if it wasn’t immediately visually apparent just by taking one step into her overwhelmingly colorful home, “but there was one area I never really got to do much with before I bit the dust.”

She reached up, grabbing the string in front of her, and tugging on it until it eventually revealed an unsteady looking staircase that folded out onto the floor next to them. She then proceeded to climb her way up, a bit quicker than she probably should have for a structure that seemed very eager to fall apart from one wrong movement, and offered a hand down the opening at the top of the staircase as a bit of extra support for Swan to join her.

It led to a dimly lit attic that smelled of mildew, and was covered in a sheet of dust so thick one might mistake it as a light layer of snow at first glance. Another string fell down from the middle of the ceiling in this room, as well; when Mariska tugged it, an uncovered lightbulb turned on, illuminating the room a bit more. With the extra light to guide her, she walked through the various stacks of clutter and boxes that filled most of the space in the room until she found a large metal box sitting atop a box situated against the back wall; the metal box was significantly less dusty than everything else around it. She opened it to reveal a set of painting supplies, stocked with every color necessary to create a truly vivid piece of artwork, and held the open box out in Swan’s direction.

“Step right up and pick out some colors, brother. You and I are gonna give this place a makeover.”

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//Going off for the night. Message me if I owe you! 

God help me it’s so good to be back!  I missed y’all so much!

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“Art, huh?” Swan said, sighing. “i...could try. The world is so...stale, like you just implied. Overrated. Hard to get a spark from a dead, cold, wet thing...”

He noticed her moving and went to follow her, his legs moving almost unbidden.

“Alright, lead the way, Mariska. Hopefully I’ll see something worth writing home about. But I swear if it’s just another chicken I don’t know what I’ll do, but it probably won’t be pretty.”

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Swan sighed.

“Peace, huh? Sure would be nice, I guess. For me, peace is sleep, I guess. At least, like…the feeling of nobody bothering me. There’s just so much stupid out there it hurts sometimes.”

He considered for a moment.

“Maybe if I wasn’t on earth so much I’d be more chill, but that’s kinda where I’m stuck at the moment. Geez, this philosophy shit makes my brain hurt. All I know is the world is garbage. That’s always worked for me.”

Denial, he found, comforted him when nothing else would.

Mariska continued slowly nodding with a thoughtful, though slightly absent, expression on her face as she listened to Swan talk. 

“Earth is overrated, my brother. That much I can assure you.” She said, then paused, looking a bit contemplative for a moment, before she spoke again. 

“You’re an artist, right? A poet?” She asked. “When I had nothing left to do back on Earth, I’d just make art, man…art helps move everything along. You gotta get those creative juices flowing again if you wanna unstick yourself from your sticky situation.”

She turned around, walking towards the front door of the farmhouse they stood in front of–the living world equivalent of it, at least. The Rotten World counterpart was more or less the same, but there was something otherworldly about the aura of it. This was…just a run down old house, albeit with some seriously psychedelic decor inside.

“Come on, Brother Swan, join me. I have something I wanna show you.”

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Pine // Basement