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ive never been one for “dating” and “romance” but if he has a third eye, fangs and enormous curly horns then a bitch might just swipe right

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— CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE, A Monstrous Manifesto.

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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A very, very short stream to de-stress - s m u t t warning! :3

Short stream!

Come say hi and see my catastrophic drawing process. Warnings for s m u t t. :D

https://picarto.tv/antioksidant

EDIT. Ended for today!

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Short stream!

Come say hi and see my catastrophic drawing process. Warnings for s m u t t. :D

https://picarto.tv/antioksidant

EDIT. Ended for today!

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“Sore?“ “Nnngh.”

...attempts at Mephisto and Baal were made. No snouts and crests are less obvious. Ilya best girl. <3

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A bunch of sketches I did on a stream. There’ s the not-yet-named -protagonist (aka Ilya) and to-be-antagonist (Baal) from my foolish story (since tumblr hates links, search for Equilibrium by Kalpeahius at AO). And of course my darling Lady C’thilia, currently a happy murderbug. Thanks to those followers who are still around. <3 

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C'thilia - snippet

Safe for work this time (but not for long). Might delete later. Who’s C'thilia? You can find more about her here and here.

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“Goodness, I don’t intend to breed you tonight. It’ll take a whole moon’s cycle for me to be able, and it certainly won’t happen on a flat bed of all things. Stop your fretting.”

A small ‘Oh’ escaped from Linha, her anxious movements stilling in surprise. The relaxation was short-lived: she tensed again when the insect queen lowered herself beside her on the bed, gathering all of her six legs neatly to her sides.

“You ooze stress. It will be quite impossible for me to fall asleep.” Her tone was impatient. “Do you wish for separate chambers?”

“I-…” In a way she did: it had been a long day, and the scerachs remained intimidating to her. But it would be much easier to get used to their proximity sooner rather than later.

Lady C'thilia had begun to unbraid her silvery hair, the fullness of it falling on the bed in heavy slopes. Linha licked her cracked lips.

“It’s just. I haven’t had a restful night’s sleep in years when sleeping next to another.” Her husband’s drinking had made sure of that. Former husband’s, she reminded herself tightly.

Lady C’thilia hmm-ed and made a sharp clicking noise. The door to the sleeping chambers opened promptly, and a male scerach appeared in the doorway.

“A small mug of Atha’s sleep concoction. Tell him to dilute it.”

The servant bowed and closed the door without a sound.

C'thilia turned back to her. “You will tonight.” Her tone had a 'problem solved’ finality to it. She made a grand movement at Linha, her delicate arm bending at the wrist in an all-encompassing wave. “Let’s look at you then. Better to see the damaged shell right away so we can fix it.”

Linha had a moment’s confusion until she understood the shell to mean her body, and the hand wave to be directed at her nightgown.

“It’s just bruises.” She found herself replying in a small voice. “No damage.”

The scerach looked down at her, her alien face and black scleras impossible for Linha to read. She was quiet for a time until her mandibles moved in a click. “There have been cases where humans have hidden their damage in fear of being an…undesirable trade. It is quite troublesome. Very well.” And then she extended her hand to Linha and rested a sharp finger below her collar bones. “Then let us see what I traded for, instead.” She dragged the finger down slowly, cloth and buttons creasing under it. —

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I’m gonna animate thiiiiiis! But it’s taking a long while, so I thought I’d chuck a wip in the meantime.

Meet C’thilia. She’s a highborn chimera insect, also known as the “Zombie Queen” due to a quirk in her biology, where the pheromones she transpires by will make living organisms her thralls (not the fun kind - the permanently brain-damaged kind). Despite the name, she’s not a queen, but a well-known matriarch of a large house. Her progenitor was created by a demigod using a human, an insect and a parasitic fungus.

Highly pragmatic and proud, she’s not someone you go to for pampering and babytalk, but neither is she cruel. Praise her and show her excellent manners, and you’ll do fine.

She reproduces by using female humans and elves, as the males and females of her own species cannot procreate among themselves. Unlike many other members of her species, she values her surrogates, and each is granted lifelong protection by her house and aid when asked. So you don't fuck with her, her house or those involved with her, unless you want to wake up one night to your empty-faced family setting your bed on fire.

(Surrogating for her isn't an easy task though, since the eggs usually yield twins or triplets. Luckily, the gestation period isn't long, only two months, and the offspring is born small. She prefers females who have given birth already, as they have experience of cramps and know what they (and their cervix-that-is-about-to-get-opened-during-a-six-hour-session) are getting into when they bed her. If you find her beautiful and can handle some pain, it's not a bad trade-off for a person in less lucky circumstances.)

This is totally her song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaXNb7EnYpQy

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Requests II

I’m in the mood for writing snippets! Any teratophilia prompts you’d like to read about? I can take a few. Third-person, about 500 words, a single scene. My About tells what kind of stuff has a good chance of getting written.

Requests here: ASK

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Another experiment. :D Female aristocrat of the same species? She is very fond of this particular human, so she’s not as violent as she could be here.

I wish I had the willpower to colour and animate this. It’d be fun, it looks a bit too subtle and precarious as a still. And now I want to read about these two, too. :|

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Insectoid experimentation! He has a deal for you. It’ll only hurt a bit. <3 

Trying to pick up things I’ve had to push to the back-burner. Grew inspired by insects while at it. Malathena is coming, I swear.

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Day2 of Inktober  

divided, well she is at least or they are? I mean who knows!  

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"You are diluted, like wine spread thin and mixed with water in a run-down tavern." The Companion's voice was gentle and cruel. A lover's light caress at his ear, searching for soft flesh to cut. He lay on his side, on a bed of moss and leaves. Here the Companion's presence had more bearing, and its weight was heavier against his mind. And it spoke, relentlessly, granting him no relief. "I could make you full. I could make people shudder and gasp with your taste. Thick and intoxicating, as a wine and the blood of our people should be." A finger like a thorn pressed against his lower lip, breaking a way into the wet heat behind and leaving flowing cuts on its wake. "All it would take is a single word. Not a difficult word, for someone like you. You have begged and pleaded before, gotten on your knees. You would cry it out beautifully. A single word." Sigr closed his eyes, images of himself spread open and willing being painted inside his eyelids- Under a creature so exquisite, so glorious, that it was monstrous. And he would beg, oh he would, until his voice would be hoarse and broken. And at the end, he'd be filled with life and perfection, until it would need to drip out and- There would be no rest for tonight.

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Another (unfinished) try on Sigr. Not sure if the features stay, perhaps a little less soft face and no curls, but oh well.

He’s a changeling - originally human but changed by his time in the fey’s Otherworld. He was a skilled merchant before his current predicament (hence the sharp cut of his waistcoat here), but has been forced to take on some unsavory jobs and disadvantageous deals lately.

(Referenced from the wonderful Lili Walters)

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Introducing roleplay characters who you might be seeing around. Sigr and the Companion in their hm, homewear. Both need a lot of work still.

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Bite Marks, because sometimes it important to mark your territory.

So…………. male sharks bite when they mate……. That’s kinky af We learn something everyday and this is wonderful, isn’t it? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧