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Dusktrip.

A 21+ comics multimuse by Dis starring Vampirella! Featuring DC, Marvel Comics and other Dynamite Entertainment muses.

Rules + Muselist.

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still technically on hiatus, but i have rebooted @goreverine as @fferal and formed my multi @dusktrip ( and moved vampi on there! ). replies should come regularly next month; old threads will likely be continued, but please tell me if there's one you'd like me to prioritize.

see you over there! contact me on my discord disaster#6253 .

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feedback welcome!

hello folks! if you are wondering where @sucksit went and don't follow my most active blog @goreverine, i am on a pretty hiatus due to a big international trip! as for vampi, i am very tempted to keep her alive via a multi -- and show off other pulpy and gratuitous niche characters. will see when I get back, and would appreciate feedback!

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i've decided to use the lulls in my vaycay to do a reboot -- a new clean blog for this fellow, a new multimuse, and a google site for both. watch this space in october, i suppose! will still be around and being alive in peoples' inboxes. if you need me, hit me up at disco disaster#6253 and i'll get back to you sometime.

hello folks! if you are wondering where @sucksit went and don't follow my most active blog @goreverine, i am on a pretty hiatus due to a big international trip! as for vampi, i am very tempted to keep her alive via a multi -- and show off other pulpy and gratuitous niche characters. will see when I get back, and would appreciate feedback!

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hello folks! if you are wondering where @sucksit went and don't follow my most active blog @goreverine, i am on a pretty hiatus due to a big international trip! as for vampi, i am very tempted to keep her alive via a multi -- and show off other pulpy and gratuitous niche characters. will see when I get back, and would appreciate feedback!

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@defyxoblivion ( raze )

" ooh brother it's how good you are

i'll knock you down brother, please go tell who you want to

i see the snake down by my feet walk on just you watch me "

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have gone through the hell of like, 36 hours of international flying, and am now on my proper hiatus. may live primarily in peoples' inboxes as am mobile. prepare for memes especially if you say so on this post!!

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theshcdes​:

“If it’s all the same to you, think I’ll stay up here.”

With an opening so close by, it definitely wouldn’t due to get forcibly ejected back to the Dreaming all because a dreamer got a little… stabby. Always a risk though, the nightmare was perfectly aware of that, but there was something here that spoke to him. That long forgotten feeling that twitched just skin deep—

Was that even his feeling that craved for the blood? Probably something to think about when he was alone.

“Messy though. You don’t really… do this sort of thing often, do you?” A tilt of his head, dark shades seemingly glinting in amusement. “Shame, really, you clearly have talent for it.”

Past the white and gilded walls of this Oligarch’s mansion meets abandoned warehouse goes the pitter-patter of rain, the fog of war of a dream unfleshed. It’s a weird space, grandiose but hollowed out and falling apart. The architecture wouldn’t work, and the floors are filthy concrete.

“It depends what you mean by ‘this sort of thing’,” he tells him, taking another step-after-step, head craning up at the window. His mouth is a smile, but more of a snarl. “Probably, yes.”

His wet claws drag across a gaudy silken shirt, marking shining sage with a fat stripe of brown-red; he’s not quite sure what to make of the visitor. The big key: The man isn’t scandalized.

“You can’t drop by and expect a free show. I know that being the voyeur is fun and all, but it doesn’t count if they know you’re there.” Manicured hands fan open with painted nails, smeared bloody. “There has to be a transaction.”

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@defyxoblivion​ sent a meme: Both seduction memes for Dane Whitman

“I’ll be honest,” Daken says, tip-tapping on his phone, “I have no idea who you are other than a possibly-but-probably-not Avalonian with an American accent who’s one of the five hundred members of the Avengers. I don’t know. Take you to a little Renaissance Fair? Buy you some Dungeons and Dragons miniatures? I mean, you are hot, so whatever on the wooing but -- we could visit some crumbling castles in the UK and you can reminisce about a culture you don’t have.”

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@fiddlingonthetympanic send a meme: (๑♡3♡๑) / (๑♡⌓♡๑)

[You have my permission to be as cringe or serious as you want on either. Time period of your choice! Fly safe!]

“How about,” he tells her, chewing on a piece of Hunt jerkey (after the Salt, it’s best not to be too concerned about the true biological source of it), “we have a date night. Together.”

“You. Me. A comfortable private place with greenery. Chemical assistance for emotional connection. And the least annoying empath we can find on the list, sitting on the desk opposite of the therapy couch.” With that, he judges her shoulder with her elbow. “Huh? Doesn’t that sound great?”

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@cosmicrayed​​ send a meme: (๑♡3♡๑) / (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“You’re obviously too clever to fall for the same ‘boo hoo, I’m a damaged soul, please fix me’ shit your brother has with me; I know you consider me -- low. I think that’s the angle I’d play, really lean into that. Yeah, sure, I can only imagine sex with Reed is great; but what woman doesn’t want to feel bad? I can pull all those strings you’re ashamed of.”

“As for me -- well, you know, you just need to say yes. Having a physical aspect over you is just another coin on my side of the scale that could be us.”

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@dggrspr​ send a meme: (๑♡3♡๑) / (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“All you need to do is give me access to all your communication at your given security clearance level so I can sell DoD secrets to so many international buyers and my ass is all yours, buddy. As for how I’d seduce you -- I don’t know. Make you a candlelit dinner with the best MRE, or whatever garbage you usually eat.”

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Send (๑♡⌓♡๑) and my muse will describe how they would seduce yours.

send (๑♡3♡๑) and my muse will reveal how they would want to be seduced by your muse.

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someone: good boy

me, feeling it in my dick: say it again please i am fucking begging you

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@the-blackened-dove​ answered here.

There’s a weird chunk of flesh encapsulating a joint laying beside the blood-flecked leather of his shoe, as he stands amidst the carnage. It takes a nudge to flip it over to figure out that it’s probably someone’s wrist, removed from both arm and hand.

He stays a safe distance from her, leaning against the wall of the basement -- he still feels scorned by her, still angry, and still afraid. Not of her, of course, or not in a way that’s important, but of the man holding her leash. And his, really.

( But this is what he wanted to see, that fateful night. Everyone has a body, and anyone can be touched, unclothed. But not everyone can do this. The way the blood of others runs down her neck and over her hands is beautiful. )

“Very much so,” he answers her in a breathy tone, after a pause. Again; he’s not making eye contact. He’s not closing distance. He’s learned his lesson. “Does your daddy take care of the leftovers, or do you keep those for later?”

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"You packed me lunch? Wow. That's the sexiest thing you've done to me all year."

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[The squigglies are for flashbacks and flashback noises.]

She raises an eyebrow at him, popping a ring of raw bell pepper into her mouth as she glances down at the cloth lunch bag.

~~~ Woolf loomed over him, dark eyes hidden behind protective goggles. The chainsaw revved in her gloved hands, cruel metal teeth chewing at the air. “You’re sure this is what you want for your Not-Birthday!” she hollered over the ponderous grinding of tools. 

No question. Still, diligence was due. 

His blue eyes were wide and bright with fear and Something-Else, his face fish-belly white, his teeth clicking together as he bobbed his head with manic enthusiasm. 

Tess shook her own head, grit her teeth, and lowered the chainsaw toward unmarred flesh, ignoring the half-hearted jut of his erection. “Well.” The power tool jerked in her grasp. “It’s your day.”

Twisted fucker.

Rrrmmrrrmmmvrrrmmm! Tchhkkthttckthhhtktschhlulpprp!~~~

“That’s true.”