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Send “Game Over” to see what would happen if you lost to my muse.

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like if i can put my big fat boobs in your lap reblog if i can put my big fat boobs on your head

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Grope vriska's ass

Vriska turned around slowly, she'd been minding her own business while shopping in the rather chilly meat section of the market, when the anon elected to take two handfuls of her ass into their grip. Such a task wasn't difficult, she'd quite an ample rear, it might have taken as many as ten or perhaps eighteen anons to cover a single cheek. Still, she wasn't particularly pleased with being groped by a stranger.

She rolled her eyes at the anon, picking them up by their shirt and putting them into her cart, it appeared she wouldn't need to buy any meat today. But even so, she purchased around twenty pounds of beef for good measure.

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Send “Grope” + A part of my muse’s body and my muse will react to yours grabbing them there.

Alternatively send “Grope Me” instead for the rolls to be reversed.

Note that my muse may not take too kindly to such actions

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Send a N S F W headcanon you may have for my muse and see if I like it

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Ask the girls anything!

If you're lucky you might get a bonus Eridan answer.

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Ask the girls anything!

If you're lucky you might get a bonus Eridan answer.

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Hey vriska what's your workout regime like?

Her computer powered itself on. The harsh light of midday flooded in through the window when the ship detected she was stirring from her long sleep. The stale taste of last night's drinks lingered on her tongue, a slimy reminder of a problem she thought had long been dealt with.

Springs would creak with fluttering fabric giving way to sight of her body. A gesture of her hand, the window shuttered and closed, the room dark for but a moment before the light bars lining the walls' edges slowly dimmed up to a low glow.

She didn't climb out of bed, so much as fell out of it, the sturdy floor sounding off with the impact, shoulder first before the rest of her followed. The stiff aches of overexertions aplenty in the wake of malnourishment had caught up to her. Yesterday's competition and celebration had slammed her with the consequences of her obscenely drunken actions.

Crawling meekly along the floor, toward the computer which had, throughout this agony laden wake-up, been lightly abuzz with a simple three-note tone that signified she had a message, she finally stopped and took a breath. Lightheadedness nearly made her fall back down to the ground, but still she steeled herself and made it into her chair.

Leaned over, elbows on the desk and head held in the dried sweat of her palms, the scent of stale beer and the deafening sting of vodka wafting from discarded vessels atop her workspace, the empty bin nearby gets its use fulfilled. Papers organized, pencils, pens, erasers, sketchbooks and journals alike once strewn, now neat on the shelf to the desk's left.

"Let's see here...", uttered she, more a croak of sound than proper speech, she needed a glass of water more than she needed to answer a message.

The need would go ignored as she read the message, a query about her workout routine? She chuckled dryly, in tone and literally, and set about answering, she spoke aloud as she typed.

"If you've been paying 8ention to my streams, you'd know that my usual routine is an hour of running, pushups with w8s on my 8ack, crunches for days, and a L8T of squats.", She struggled lightly to speak, and had to look over her answer for typos with how badly her hangover was inhibiting her motions.

With a somewhat dramatic press of the ENTER key to send her answer, she slumped back in her chair, panting lightly for a few minutes... after which, she finally headed to the kitchen of her ship, there was a gallon of water and a steak in the fridge, both with her name on it.

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Art by mindwipe/planetofjunk

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Art by amrrr

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Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

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Send “Game Over” to see what would happen if you lost to my muse.

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from an even bigger ass

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It is Vorenesday my dudes.

Fill my ask box with those tasty Vore related questions.

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People who are not afraid to text you 40 times in a row and don’t take it personally if you haven’t replied are literally the most valuable members of our society and should be recognized as such

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"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)

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Kiss Or Consume~

With moonlight dying over the horizon, Vriska sat staring at brightening sky. A sigh pressed from her lips to give voice to a certain longing, she laid back, fading stars above her only company.

At least for a time.

A gentle light with heavy steps strode out onto the lonely seen of the hill-lain Vriska. And the hefty muscles of the laying woman did shift to view a certain jadeblood already sitting beside her. Silence did hang, as it does over most uninvited guests, as Vriska studied this new Kanaya, and she was indeed new, for she was much different than the one who resided with her at home.

Vriska sat up, a light smile on her lips, and without looking she took the new jade's hand, an action that was accepted. Seeking to push her luck further, she hoisted up her hand to Kanaya's chin, carefully tilting it up, her lips to meet Vriska's promptly once the right angle was reached.

It lasted for a moment, then a few, then longer still until they both were pulling apart for air, a quick glace into each others eyes, and the two resolved to watch the sunrise, together in a warm embrace.