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I was listening to YouTube and this one audio all I could imagine was;

Hunter: Dude, how are you so skinny?

Julian: Honestly, I think it's just my high metabolism

Julian internally: Or maybe all the protein feeds into my massive whale co- *

Hunter: what?

Julian: you can hear that?!

Hunter:...

Hunter: Let me see?

Julian: What!!!

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Honestly, I like this a lot. As someone who reads smut a fair bit behind closed doors, this is sweet with a spicy Mc. If you do pt 2, I look forward to reading it.

[Frustrated] [1/2]

Asra x Top Male Reader

[TW: low-key kinda mean reader, pet names (baby), a little degradation (?), a little praise (good boy used once), a little overstimulation]

Asra groaned quietly in frustration as he roughly jerked off.

He felt as though he hadn't been truly satisfied since before he left Vesuvia during the height of the plague. He hadn't slept with anyone while he was gone, hadn't slept with anyone since you came back, and absolutely hadn't slept with anyone while you were gone.

Meaning he hadn't had sex in around three and a half years, and safe to say he was feeling a little...pent up.

His hand never felt like enough, but he would never dare seek the touch of anyone but you; you had his heart, he would never go back on that. He would never love another like he loved you. He would never want another like he wanted you.

And fuck did he miss you.

He'd never ask anything of you, of course. He would only ever take what you were willing to give him, and only now where you in a place to make a fully informed decision of if you wanted to fuck him again or not; there were no more secrets between you two everything was finally out in the open.

Still, he has yet to actually ask how you felt on the matter; he regretted being so forgetful now. You were somewhere downstairs, doing inventory, and he was in your shared bed; his left knuckles shoved firmly in his mouth to silence any noises he was making as his right hand worked furiously to get him off and failing miserably.

He was so distracted that he didn't hear the door open, but he did hear your amused chuckle.

His hand faltered as he looked at you, leaning against the doorway and a mean looking smirk on your face; a smirk he recognized.

He whines pathetically behind his hand, remembering what had happened all the previous times you'd looked at him like that.

He hears you laugh again, and he could feel his cock twitch in his hand; his body still reacted so easily to you, so fucking eager.

"Well don't you make a pretty sight..." You cooed meanly, and he whined again, arching his back a little as he continued his frantic movements, tears filling his eyes.

"Aww, does my baby need help?" You cooed, and he nodded rapidly, blinking up at you as you stalked towards the bed slowly, almost menacingly. A predator approaching his prey.

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.

"Please, please-" Asra felt himself babble mindlessly as you stood above him and watched as he fruitlessly tried to jerk off.

"Please what? You have to use your words, baby. How else am I supposed to know what you want?" You tsked in mock disappointment, gently tracing a nonsensical shape on his hip.

He felt his eyes roll back a little bit at the touch, feeling more than a little bit pathetic. But fuck, if you kept touching him, he would do anything.

"Please touch me! Please, it hurts..." Asra whined, and you smirked down at him again, ghosting a hand over his cock and making his hips thrust upwards uselessly.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Right here?" You grabbed a handful of his thigh, squeezing firmly and making him moan loudly before you removed your hand. He whined again, but you continued like you didn't hear him. "Here maybe?" You gently cupped his left pec, absentmindedly flicking his nipple, and a little splurt of pre cum ran down his aching cock.

Gods your touch felt so fucking good, it just wasn't where he wanted it the most.

He moaned but shook his head, and bit back her another whine when you pulled away.

Asra was panting now like he'd just sprinted from the shop to the Palace and back, his heart felt as though it would burst from how fast it was beating, and his skin felt like it was burning wherever you touched him.

Your touch felt as hot as the sun, and he would gladly be burned for it.

"Hmm...then where do you want me to touch you?" You asked again, and Asra knew he should just tell you, knew you could be so mean if he didn't answer you quick enough, but his brain felt like it was mush and his tongue was lead.

"I've barely touched you and already you look like youve been fucked silly, baby. You must be so desperate right now." You teased, and he nodded as a few stray tears escaped his eyes.

"Please, touch my cock...please baby...it hurts, and I've missed you so much." He begs you, blinking away the tears and fluttering his eyelashes in a weak attempt at seduction.

You leaned down carefully, your face right next to his head. He tried to turn to look at you, but you just grabbed his chin and made him face upwards as you leaned in closer.

"Good boy." You purred in his ear, and he whimpered loudly, arching closer to you as your hand crept down his abdomen, replacing his own hand.

As soon as your burning touch enveloped his cock, Asra knew he'd cum embarrassingly fast, and his face flushed. He changed his expression quickly, not wanting to give you any more reasons to drag this out, but your eyes had been trained on his face, and you caught the little micro-expresssions.

You smirked as you began lazily jerking Asra off. Asra whined, and you leaned over to kiss him tenderly, swallowing down his pretty noises.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" You asked teasingly, knowing the answer. You could tell by how he sporadically thrusted into your hand, how his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, how he reached up to cling to your shoulders, trying desperately to stabilize himself that he was about to cum.

Such a shame you had no plans of stopping this so soon.

You increased your speed, jerking Asra off roughly and he almost screamed as he came suddenly, his orgasm ripping through him almost violently.

You slowed down as you helped him through the aftershocks, as he laid limp on the bed, occasionally twitching, but you never stopped.

After maybe a minute, Asra whined brokenly again at the feeling of your skin still wrapped around his soft cock, but still you continued.

"Love, please...I feel so sensitive..." Asra almost pleaded with you, but you just smirked and shook your head.

"I'm nowhere near done with you yet, baby "

I'll work on part 2 tmr 🫶🏽

LMAO this is low-key kinda shit (wrote this in one sitting not beta read, no spell checks) but fuck it we ball I'm posting it anyway

First time writing smut

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Are you telling me Laios wanted to get 'milked'?

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Nadia fans waiting politely to ask Nadia to step on them:

My aro/ace ass:

Alternatively;

Kyle(4'4) thinking about Nadia stepping on him;

Bluebell(6'4) thinking of Nadia stepping on them;

Hunter thinking of being forced to date Nadia, let alone being stepped on;

I want you to know that I've written 69 works about Nadia (main 6 + Satrinava family stuff + shitposts + memes not included)

How should we celebrate this glorious number? How about a road trip to Vesuvia where we all ask Nadia to step on us? Respectfully. I'm driving, btw (we might not survive)

Unless I didn't count it right. That's actually very much possible. I haven't done math since high school.

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🔸Sexual content in fiction should not be treated as worse or more terrible to write or to read about than violent content in fiction.

🔸Normalizing, trivializing and even glorifying violence in fictional content-- while othering, and villainizing sexual content-- is fucked up.

🔸The idea that someone is more likely to act on sexual thoughts and desires than they are to act on violent thoughts and desires is rape culture in action.

🔸There is nothing magical about sexual violence that makes it more immoral or worse to portray in fiction or to discuss than non-sexual violence.

🔸There is nothing magic about sexual fictional content or sexual thoughts that make them more irresistible than violent content or violent thoughts.

🔸There is nothing worse about portraying sexual content in fiction than violence. There is nothing worse about portraying sexual violence in fiction than non-sexual violence.

🔸There is nothing worse about "romanticizing" sexual violence in fiction than there is about romanticizing non-sexual violence in fiction.

🔸An author does not need to use their fiction to hold their audience's hand and tell them that violence is wrong.

🔸An author does not need to use their fiction to hold their audience's hand and tell them that sexual violence is wrong.

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Because of the ad I got, I thought before playing the game, I'd get to torture Julian, or at least make him beg.

I thought Lucio killed Mc himself like tied the hangman noose using Mc's own words in chapter 1 of Julian's route. from the way Asra acted so aggressive about him and wanted to get away from the castle with Mc. The memory of Muriel asking Asra not to go to the castle because of Lucio. He kinda did, but way less personal than I thought. Didn't think it would be by his own hands but something he'd forget.

I thought Nadia would be the worst route. I mean a route purely about a conspiracy and worse boring politics. Yawn.

She's my second, if not favorite, route.

On the same note, I thought Julian would be interesting, then Mc fell for him and got broken up with within 4 chapters, and I was like, 'nope' something about immediately being in a relationship with someone who you just meet for the forth time, second without it involving a break in. Then breaking up and actually being sad about it? My aro ass is like,'Who cares if he broke up with you? You only dated for half a day, and even then, it wasn't official?' Then Mc was sad and I was left going

I thought each route would have the same ritual and that we'd just be learning more about this ritual and each moving part from different people.

I.E. How the rich dealt with it and her sleep to gain more power than they actually have - Nadia

Magical hishaps and consequences, wtf - Asra

Legal and moral dilemma around killing someone - Julian

Social consequences of having magic be the problem - Portia

Why Lucio was bad and needed to be stopped along with how this ritual broke friendships apart - Muriel

Not paying back deals is a bad thing?!?!?! - Lucio

Or something like that.

I didn't think Julian would be a theater kid.

I was thinking back to the first time I played The Arcana -2018 or something-. I had some cool theories about the whole murder mistery, I wonder whether to write about it or not... anyway, here they are!

My early guesses about The Arcana

-Nadia killed Lucio to help herself and Vesuvia after the plague affair. He was just too bad of a ruler to be left on the throne, and that was the only way.

-MC killed Lucio, not with the body-stealing thing, but a legit magical murder because he did something bad to Asra, Muriel or Julian. It was so funny that MC was, in fact, the detective and narrator as well. Very Roger Acroyd style, aunt Agatha would have loved it.

-Asra and Portia were going to end up together. They really looked like a cute couple, and I still think they make an awesome ship.

- Julian would have been some serious, actual threat. Not the murderer, really, but a sorta antihero, villain-to-lover thing. Not the cutie patootie, drama queen comic relief (still, I love him as he is).

-MC was the one who put marks on people. This, along with the "I killed Lucio" story, would have made the MC a some kind of ex-villain, or puppeteer at least.

- Muriel was someone who had infos about who killed Lucio. A sort of "silent guardian of truth" who followed around the MC to make sure they wouldn’t do any more bad things.

- Lucio was MC's lover. MC dated him only to get close and then kill him.

Still, I loved the game, but I hoped for something less "cuties-wholesome people who lost their memories" and more like "someone here is kinda of an asshole, and maybe nobody is actually innocent".

Did/do you have any early guesses in the game?

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Will not lose this again

Carved: A Sapphic Arcana Tale.

Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: If she asked to carve her initials into your skin, would you let her? Possessive girlfriend and countess, Nadia Satrinava, may be a little overbearing at times, but it's only because she loves you so much - too much.

Fem!Reader, Kn!fe Play, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Manipulative GF, Possessive GF, Some Fluff, Stalking, Lots of Pet Names, Branding

*I do not own any characters from the arcana franchise, and I do not credit any of these behaviors as canon*

You knew it was late, much later than the time that you had told your girlfriend, Nadia, that you’d be home. You had gone out with some friends to catch-up, and despite her initial protests, Nadia had agreed to let you go without any accompanying guards or her own presence. It had felt strange at first, being at a bar with nobody to remind you to sit-up straight or to escort you to the bathroom, but after a while you found yourself lost in the excitement of the evening. Your friends cheered as another round of drinks was ordered. You’d already had two shots which normally would be your limit, but one more hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea. That is, until you realized that you had, in fact, had four shots and one miscellaneous drink. 

Your cheeks burned with tipsy heat as you made your way to the front gates of the castle. It had to be at least 1:00 a.m. by now. The windows of the building looked dark, yet the stained glass imagery still glittered in the moonlight. A wavering image of lotus flowers and other things that Nadia had found interesting at the time of the castle��s remodeling. She always had an eye for noticing the finer things, it was one of ideals that had brought you two together. You had met during the open market three years prior, you, a palm-reader sat cross-legged in your makeshift tent, and Nadia, head wrapped so that you could only see the blazing ruby hue of her eyes. During her reading, which was meant to help her understand the headaches she’d be having, she began to trace patterns onto the back of your hand with her thumb. She whispered, “I sense that you have been reading palms for quite some time. You need a break. You are tired,” and she was right. After that, you two left the tent together, and from there it was, well, history. 

The castle gate opens automatically at your touch, one of the enchantments Nadia had done, and the hinges creak quietly as the iron settles. You begin to walk, shuffling silently through the gardens, heading towards the looming double doors. You huff out a breath, grateful that nobody is around to have caught you, yet. As you ascend the staircase your eyes widen. You pause, foot perched on the stoop of the final step. Your nose inhales and exhales rapidly on its own. You sniff widely like a dog trying to decode the scent. What on earth could be producing such a delicate smell as this hour? The flowers are hardly in bloom at this time of year, and there isn’t a breeze to carry in a scent from the city. No, you know this smell. It is the same one that you go to bed to, the scent you wake up to. It is Jasmine and Lavender. It is a perfume. It is Nadia.

You freeze, hoping that your intuition is wrong, but it never is. Slowly lifting your gaze, you find yourself staring at the round window directly above the castle door. The window is cracked, and from the darkness inside you can scarcely make out a ruby iris, trained solely on you. The window opens with a slowness that you are certain is intentional, and Nadia steps out of the shadows, her face going from shadowed to luminescent. She truly is the most beautiful woman in all of Vesuvia. She does not move, but her eyebrow raises slightly. She parts her lips, “Come,” she demands, “Meet me in the dining area. I’ve prepared something special for tonight,” she whispers at the end of her sentence, and you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps that have arisen on the back of your neck. Nadia retreats, the window slamming shut behind her. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Nadia is not one to indulge in late night sweets, unless that sweet is you, but something in the way she spoke, the stone features of her face, lead you to believe that she is not in the mood for sweetness tonight. You place a palm against the door, taking in its hand-carved grain. Your stomach clenches and releases. “Carved,” the word settles over you like a blanket, yet you cannot understand why. “Better not keep her waiting,” you mumble, taking another breath before pushing the door open.

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The door hisses as it closes, sending an eerie echo bouncing from the walls of the spacious entrance. You swallow. Normally, Nadia would have at least two night attendants and a handful of guards present within the castle at night. “You can never be too safe, sweetheart,” she would coo as she kissed your nose. Your safety was always her top priority alongside her own, so for you to pass by countless empty posts as you progress to the kitchen is all but comforting. “Nadi,” you shout, your voice wavering and meek. “Nads?” You shout a little louder, hoping that she’ll respond. Instead, you hear your voice repeated back to you by the shadows, and again the hairs on your neck rise. “Carved,” the word circles your brain, begging you to unwrap it as you round the last corner to the dining room. 

A faint light emits like dying embers beneath the door to the dining room. Nadia must have lit candles. Maybe the power’s gone out? Yet, that wouldn’t explain the lack of chambermaids or guards. Nadia would have probably had more of them around if an outage were the case. Perhaps she would even be in the city, giving out candles to her people. No. Something is off here. You approach the door, another tall frame that makes you feel surprisingly small in its presence. You raise your hand, knocking lightly three times. 

“Nadi, are you in here?” You open the door just enough to stick your head inside, peering as your eyes adjust to the addition of a little light. There, in the farthest seat at the head of an empty dining table, is Nadia. She is wearing her casual attire, a teal shawl hanging loosely around her shoulders. Chandra, her owl familiar, sits perched on the woman’s steady finger, preening herself against her owner’s nose. “Nadia,” you whisper, and suddenly both the woman and the familiar are looking at you with distaste. Chandra lets out of a high-pitched screech, flapping her wings before taking flight. She soars at you with what seems like fury, before swooping up towards the high ceiling, and making her way out of the cracked door. You’d barely had time to process your own stumbling into the room before Nadia speaks. 

Her voice comes out like molten honey, “Well, well, look who found her way back home.” 

“Listen,” You begin. “I know I am so late getting back, and I truly am sorry. I had a few drinks, and I lost track of time. I know that you were probably worried sick, but baby, I’m fine. See?” You gesture to your finger proudly.

Nadia’s shoulders level and then lower. The tension her brow creases away, and for a moment, she is relaxed. You are ok, and she was worried. She’d begun folding and unfolding the blankets as the night grew darker, awaiting your return. Your safety, however, was not enough to satisfy her. Not when there was something you were holding out on telling her.

“I may not be a palm-reader, darling, but I know when you’re lying to me,” She says. “What’s got you so happy tonight, hm?” Her voice goes up at the end of her sentence, and a thin smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Nothing,” You say. 

Nadia is pleased with this answer. Her smirk blooms into a full-on grin, then a chuckle, and in seconds she is belly laughing with her mouth agape. The sound is like a siren song, yet the image makes you feel dizzy. 

“Nothing?” She spits, all traces of joy gone from her expression. “You mean to tell me that, first, you’re going to be late, and then you’re going to pretend like I don’t know about the woman from the bar?” 

You place a hand over your stomach, suddenly aware of the space between the two of you. Nadia still sits at one end of the ivory table, and you stand trembling at the other. “How on earth does she know,” You think to yourself. 

“Well,” She muses, pulling you from your thoughts. “I am going to ask you that question again, and this time I want you to lie with some confidence,”

She slides the chair away from the table, standing with her hands folded at her front. Grace oozes from her posture, yet her eyes have narrowed onto you, urging you to say nothing other than what she already knows. You open your mouth to speak. 

“You said that she was a flirt for tips, yet you tip her well. 20 extra coins for a lemon blueberry cocktail?” She questions. 

“Nadia, that girl means nothing to me. I hardly know her,” You retort. “I barely ever leave your side, not that I want to, but you can’t seriously think that I’m having an affair with the bartender,” 

“That girl,” She begins to laugh quietly again. “That girl is the same person who looks at you as if you are a freshly made creme brulee. That girl has not made a single effort to look you in the eye. That girl thinks your tits are a welcome mat, and you are all but closing the door in her face,” She huffs, a stray strand of hair falling into her eyes. 

“Nadi,” 

“Oh, no, I’m not done,” She speaks excitedly. “Your friend, Pasha, dropped off your bag about an hour ago. She said that when she left, you were nowhere to be seen,” 

She starts towards you. “Where were you, sweetheart? Was someone mewing and whining while that tasteless bitch fingered her in the bathroom?”

“We did not have sex,” 

“Then what did you do?”

“She,” You swallow. “She cornered me as I was in the bathroom. I was leaning against the sink. I hadn’t realized how much I’d had to drink, and I was feeling sick. She brought me some water, rubbed my back, and stayed with me until I was sober enough to walk back home,”

“Did she walk you home?”

“No,” You’re offended. How could she think that you let another woman anywhere near the place where the two of you live? No, you couldn’t let her talk to you this way when nothing even happened between you and that girl.

“Nadia,” Your voice is stern. “I don’t think that I deserve to be spoken to this way. You act like I just cheated on you when I was busy trying not to pass out in a public bathroom. What happened to caring about my safety?”

“Your safety?” She asks in confusion. “Your safety was abandoned when you left the house without me or an escort,” 

“I do not need an escort. I adore you and the life that we live, but I am a grown woman, Nadia,” You throw up your hands as your cheeks heat up. 

You turn, putting your back to the woman you love. Nadia has seen you cry a dozen times before, but she doesn’t deserve to see you weak, not after being the reason you feel such a way. You sniffle. The back of your throat burns like you just downed liquor, and the shots from earlier still haven’t fully worn off. You sit onto the floor, putting your head in between your knees. You hear timid footsteps approaching from behind you, but you don’t bother to look.

“Lovergirl,” Nadia calls sweetly. “You know I have a tendency to overreact, and I fear I may have done it again. 

“Lucky guess,” you mumble, voice raspy from holding back tears. “You never give me a chance to explain myself. S’not fair Nadi,” 

“I know, and I apologize, but when she placed her head so close to your face, I got angry. Realistically, she was probably checking your pupils to see if you were sobering up, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time,”

She does have a tendency to overreact, but - wait a minute.

You get to your feet in an instant. The liquor hits you all over again as you nearly slump back onto the floor. Nadia catches you by the arm, steadying you. You pull yourself from her grasp, causing her to jump.

“How did you know that?” Your eyes are crazy, and you’re aware of how much of a drunken mess you must seem at the moment.

Nadia looks alarmed. “Know what?” She averts her eyes to the painting on the wall. It is of her ex husband, Lucio, he sneers in the photo and Nadia closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly.

“You followed me to the bar, didn’t you?” You snort. “You just couldn’t trust me for once? Seriously, Nads? After three years you still find it necessary to treat me like a child. Worse, you treat me like a cheater. I wash your hair, cook you dinner, make time for Chandra, and you can’t even trust me to go out on my own?”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Do what!?” You’re shouting at this point. The words filled the room in a thunderous rage. 

“Kiss her,”

“What? I didn’t-”

“You did,” Her voice cracks. “You don’t remember it, but before she started checking your pupils, you kissed her. Perhaps, she kissed you. Either way, it was brief, and it happened. It may have even been an accident, but for a split second your lips brushed hers,” 

“Nadia,” You start and then stop. Did you accidentally kiss the bartender? Were you really that drunk or is she just trying to gain your sympathy for her actions? At this point, you didn’t care. Your legs felt like lead, your head hurt, and all you wanted to curl up with her beneath your silken sheets. 

“Nads,” You try again, “I can’t remember a lot of what happened tonight, but if what you’re saying is true, then I am deeply sorry. I will sleep on the sofa for the next month if it makes you feel better,”

“You know I only overreacted because I care about you. Right? I don’t want you to get hurt, or worse I don’t want to have to hurt that girl,”

She places her hands on your shoulders, pulling you into her. You let her do it. Your head finds its place on her chest as your arms snake around her waist. She rests her head on top of yours, rocking you slowly. 

She continues, “But you did lie to me whether you realize it or not, and I can’t let this one mistake slide. Who knows what would happen if you went unpunished?”

As her words hit your ears, you feel the urge to run. You drop your arms from around her, lifting your head as you struggle to break free. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is taller and stronger than you both physically and magically. You find yourself bound to the spot, unable to lift a finger. She backs away from you, placing the two of you a couple centimeters apart. She bends down to be eye-level with you. 

“You can run all you want, but you best believe that you’ll be bound and gagged on the floor before you ever make it out of this castle,” She speaks so nicely, yet her words are pitifully true.

She circles you. “I’ll ask you this only once. Do you want me to let you go?” 

You want to say yes. You want to go to bed and pretend that this is a dream, but you know better than to disobey the countess of Vesuvia.

“No,” you whisper.

“Lovely choice, darling. Now go get the knife,”

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This is my first real attempt at writing a fanfiction, so please don't roast me at the stake. Do let me know what you think so far, and drop some predictions for our future chapters.

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I have no regrets.

Original vvvv

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I once called them bondage bird to my mum when showing her my tarot cards and felt the need to show her what he looks like in the game so she didn't think I was calling a random bird bondage bird.

I want to fuck a tarot card

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Me: what the H-E-double fuck is this on abou-

Me: OH! It's about drugs like the marijuana, I get it, I get it😎

Me after actually reading it fully: dicks, it's about dicks isn't it? Godammit I thought it was about weed.

Too late, too tired, too pointlessly caffeinated given the time it is here but nonetheless I have a dumbsmut idea and im gonna write it bc my blog my rules

SO HERE IS A PERSONAL 100% ACCURATE RANK OF [♤!!!dongs ahead!!!♤]

HOW good the M6 are at chugging juicy whole eggplant salads

Worst to best ofc

Nadia- she overthinks it. Surely spent lot of time educating herself from big books about vegetables, yet goes for too complex, too unnecessary recipes. 3/10 sorry queen

Muriel - Not too experienced, yet has a good big mouth for big spoonfuls of crunchy fresh carrots, great endurance also. 5/10

Lucio - takes it as a personal challenge to open wide his big hangar for this tasty healty snack. Not his favorite (I mean, who likes to snack on raw veggies? A lot of ppl apparently tbh god bless them), but really needs to be told he's a good big boy at finishinf his plate. 6.5/10. Good boy.

Portia - well, we all know that she has a garden she plants, care and -her favourite- harvest herself, and everyone knows that the more care it's put into getting something, the more it is appreciated when consumed. Lovely face too. 7.5/10

Asra - Clearly a vegetarian, they spends most of their time enjoying hard veggies. So very gluttonous. Has great care of presentation too, they always prepare the table, room, light, complimentary clothes and incense, everything. Dining at Asra's a fine experience, 8/10

Julian - you should really research what hubs used to do on pirate ships. Involves leecheless barrels. 10/10, greates slut of them all, we love him.

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Me: Portia and the Magician have a child named The Star.

Me: makes sense and I'll have Portia and Mc have a child too that sounds hilarious.

The egg: turns out to be golden for some reason.*

Me: I should be careful with it since it's gold it might be valuable

Me @ the egg: pushes Y instead of A cracking the egg open instantly killing it*

Me:

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I opened up the drinking house in cult of the lamb you can reserve drinks so the first characters I got drunk was Mc, Asra and Julian.

Julian said 'I love you' while drunk.

Asra vomited and then fell over.

Mc kinda just left them to do their thing.

Cult of the lamb with the arcana names is definitely a fun time.

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Challange: write a smut fic between one of my Mc's and one of the M6

Level: impossible

Challenge: write a story about my OC and their LI without accidentally swapping my OC's name with mine

Level: Impossible

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Muriel is wondering how the heck that would work and is realizing just how stupid it is the more he tries to process what he just heard.

Muriel is having none of this misogynistic bullshit

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girlfriends

(og image under cut)

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Me: listening to a meme* I want to write the smut

Also me: staring at a blank word document wondering how to even start the story let alone have it lead to smut*