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[phecdasolar]

*chucks my current YuGiOh hyperfixation out the door* MOVE

*drags in Secret Life and slams it down in its place* My beloved you have returned from the war oh how I’ve missed you so <333333333

[techdirectarchive]

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[rosewaterandivy]

at the fever pitch

summary: an incident at Hawkins Lab and a fever you can't sweat out. well, sweat out on your own at least.

pairing: s.h. x f!reader

W.C.: 3.9k

warnings: NSFW 18+MDNI, cursing, dub-con because sex pollen (hello!) , my usual brand of filth (protected p-i-v, overstimulation, switch steve & reader ig, soft!dom elements), improper lab safety

a/n: spruced up this bad boy for reasons unknown; enjoy! 💜

🎶 I got the holy rope, I felt the fever grip me when I needed it most🎶

“Well, anyone can lie back and think of England,” Eddie says, gravel crunching under his shoes as you wrench open the car door.

“As if,” you scoff, waiting for the ignition to catch. “That’s un-American pal.”

He rolls his eyes, an unlit cigarette between his lips. “Apologies Princess, I’ll add myself to the Blacklist immediately.”

“The Boston Tea Party, at least,” you remedy, pulling out of Forest Hills. “The Constitutional Convention.”

“Powdered wigs.”

“See?” you say with a grin, “More patriotic. Less Henry the VIII.”

You let your arm drop from behind his seat, your skin sticky and damp with perspiration from the summer heat. It wasn’t even that hot yet; it was early summer at best. But this knowledge did nothing to quell the stifling warmth.

Flicking on the a/c, you fan yourself while waiting for a respite of cool air and take a hard turn onto the quiet suburban street.

All day there’s been a roiling in your gut, something you’d chalked up to resident boredom and hoped would be placated by a visit with Eddie. But even shooting the shit with your nearest and dearest wasn’t enough to keep it at bay.

You’d sweated through your clothes and had to change into some of his before decamping to the blessed cool of the Harrington house.

“Hey,” Eddie says, jarring you from your thoughts. “You’re looking a little…”

“I’m fine. It’s just the heat.”

His eyes assess you, quick and curious, not markedly different from his usual glance. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and you know it’s to save himself from saying anything further.

Truth be told, you’d been a little short of temper as of late. This, in addition to your newly acquired running temperature, which was not the kind of hot you were aiming for.

“Anyway,” you say, steering the conversation back toward the matter at hand. “If I’m having sex, I don’t wanna ‘lie back’ and be able to think of anything. My brain already goes hyper-drive on its own, and I am not lookin’ to introduce that into my sex life.”

“What sex life?”

“Right, okay. Because you’re knee-deep in dick right now, sure.” A scoff slips from your lips as you pull into the drive and cut the engine. “How’s that right hand treating you?”

Eddie quips back some sort of response.

Not that you’re able to discern in, mind you. And while, yes, on occasion you’ll opt for ignoring your motor mouth of a best friend in favor of say, zoning out as a shirtless Steve Harrington strolls by, or maybe in favor of contemplating the implications of string theory, what the fuck ever.

But not this time.

In fact, you’re barely able to make it out of the car before the world decides to careen sideways and Eddie, for all his good intentions, has no choice but to call for help lest he snap his spaghetti arms in two attempting to drag you into the house.

You’d think for loading up all that gear for the band he’d be more capable, but no. Gareth, on the other hand–

“Hey,” someone says from above where you’ve chosen to lay down and die. “Where’s the fire?”

You blink your eyes open momentarily, finding a blurry sort of man-shaped thing, but it’s kind of hard to tell with the sun piercing directly into your eyes. And before you can reply, your stomach flips only to land in an unholy cramp that has you spitting, “Oh goddamnit, fuck me running!”

The blob that has to be Eddie pauses to say, “That sounds difficult, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

Muscles uncoiling after the searing pain has passed, you prop yourself up on an elbow to firmly say, “Once was more than enough, never again Munson.”

Steve, who has dropped into a squat somewhere near the vicinity of your face, furrows his brow. Apparently, sitting up has proven to be too much for your body, as you slip back with an audible thud onto the concrete. If you turn your head just so, you’d be able to see where his red shorts have ridden up his toned thighs.

You can feel your heart as it attempts to beat through your chest, as if it could make a mad dash outside the confines of your ribs. Steve lays a gentle hand on your forehead, mumbling something to himself as Eddie worries his lip.

“She been like this all day?”

“Yeah, the fever is new today. But she’s been acting weird since the last time she was at the Lab.”

Your head feels all fuzzy. Your body, which you were previously capable of operating, feels so heavy. And hot. Like you're a bag of bones and magma just swirling around, well not swirling at present, you’re very much getting cooked from the summer sun on Harrington’s driveway.

Speaking of—

You turn just as two arms slide beneath you, one at your knees and the other at your waist, and you’re lifted off the ground only to dive smack into Steve’s chest. Oh god, he smells so good.

“Okay Gumbo, come on,” He grunts as he stands up.

“It’s Gumby man, we’ve been over this.” Eddie corrects, and attempts to swing one of your arms to land at Steve’s shoulder, so you don’t fall bodily from his hold.

The two continue their conversation, as he carries you into the cool dark house. His deep voice radiating from his chest in a soothing vibration from where you rest your head. You could just melt right here, right now. Steve is warm and golden and everything right in the world.

There’s a sound of trampling feet as he sets you on the sofa, and to your great reluctance, turns to Dustin, his mouth tilting in slight disapproval. “You said nothing happened at the lab.”

Dustin shrugs in a teenage approximation of nonchalance. “For all intents and purposes, nothing did happen.”

Steve grimaces and sweeps his arm over to you. “Does that look like nothing to you?!”

His eyes finally land on where you’ve slumped across the couch. “Oh,” Dustin mutters, “That.”

“Explain.”

Eddie, by this point, has settled himself on the floor, his back reclined against the foot of the sofa, his fingers twining with yours as your eyes flutter close. _

“Oh shit!”

Turning toward Dustin on the abandoned sub-basement floor of Hawkins Lab, you raise a brow in curiosity. Knowing him, it’s probably something innocuous, like a spilled beaker or whatever.

Taking a step toward him, you hear a distinct crunching of glass, over his warnings of, “No, no, no! Don’t move!”

Too little, too late.

Beneath your sneakers lies a broken vial with its stopper intact. As you move to back away from the hazard, because Dustin would only freak out if something was hazardous, a soft plume of purple vapor rises through the air.

“Get your mask on,” you shout, “Now, Henderson!”

“But what about–”

“Just do it!”

You hear rather than see him get the gas mask on, and deeply regret leaving yours behind in the van earlier that day.

Even backing away, slowly and steadily as you were, was no help protecting you from an airborne chemical concoction. Tugging the bandana holding your hair back over your nose and mouth as some semblance of precaution, you reached out for Dustin’s hand as he traveled the wide berth around the toxin, and lit out of there.

Once outside, you pull the fabric off your face and inhale deeply. You check Dustin for any physical injuries and then make him do the concussion test, just in case. He gripes and grumbles the whole way through, but like hell are you bringing back an injured kid. He checks you as you turn around, searching for any offending purple stains, but finds nothing.

As you race the setting sun and leave Hawkins Lab in the rearview, if you look closely, you can see an abandoned sneaker and bandana thrown off to the side of the parking lot. Dustin, for all his prattling, seems fine as you drive with socked feet back to Harrington’s place.

He fiddles with the radio dials, surely fucking up whatever system Steve has in place, before settling on a local college station. You can feel his gaze studying you, looking for anything amiss. Hand flexing on the wheel, you swallow audibly, your sinuses filling with a distinct scent of sweat and laundry detergent— warm and clean as it sticks to your lungs.

Easing the car into the drive and stepping out of it, you twirl the keys before tossing them over to Steve. He’s talking to Dustin, and you can see his eyes flitting to and fro, doing the safety check that all of you subconsciously do after a mission. He smiles and claps the kid on the back, watching as he dashes inside.

He pockets his keys and turns to you. “You okay?” he asks, just as pollen tickles at your nostrils.

You nod, willing the sneeze away, eyes reddening with the effort.

“Y-you got something, just there.” He mimes brushing something from his lip. They’re pink and full, how had you never noticed that?

You mirror him, swiping at your nose, which somehow dislodges the pollen, and oh, fuck, here we go again.

He moves toward you and is in the middle of calling your name, right as you sneeze into Steve’s open mouth.

“Fuck, it’s inside me!”

He blinks and coughs. “Yeah,” he says, settling a hand on your shoulder and guiding you inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He smells like bedsheets and aftershave. Sweat and skin.

Your mouth waters. _

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad,” Steve mutters to himself as Dustin goes pink in embarrassment. “Not that bad? Whaddya call this then?!”

“An accident?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Oh my god,” He straightens up, arms crossed against his chest. “Surrounded by idiots everywhere I go.” Steve sends Dustin off for swabs or something, stopping mid-turn as he catches sight of your finger looped with Eddie’s.

“What’re you doing?”

Eddie stops tapping his foot against the carpet to look up at Steve. “Uh, holding hands?” He slows the normal cadence of his speech and overly enunciates, “What are you doing, Steve?”

“That’s not hand-holding,” he corrects, just as something hot and vicious settles at the base of his skull. “And don’t.” He bats Eddie’s hand away, watching as it falls limply to the floor. “What if she’s contagious or something?”

“Well, in that case,” he says, “It’s your mouth she sneezed in, man.”

Steve blinks but doesn’t balk.

Eddie cocks his head, eyes narrowed as he assesses Steve. And he wouldn’t say that he’s mad exactly, he’s never really seen Steve get mad— terrified and horrified, yes, but never quite angry. Truthfully, Eddie is glad he’s never had the pleasure; he’d dealt with enough belligerent and angry men, thanks.

Whatever Steve is doing… it’s different. He’s hovering, which isn’t exactly new for the guy, but it’s weird that he’s doing so around you. You’re not exactly friends; in fact, just the other day you were really on a tear about not having any clients for the summer ever since Steve became a self-avowed babysitter.

Eventually, Dustin returns with a q-tip and swabs your cheek. This is, of course, what wakes you up, snorting and grumbling while failing to suppress a full-body shiver. Eddie throws a blanket over you under the surveillance of Steve, who’s then pulled into the garage by Dustin.

It’s only after the door clicks shut that it dawns on him, and even then, Eddie thinks it’s better kept to himself. _

Steve leans against a worktable while Dustin checks the swab. There’s a lot of beakers and vials with an occasional crackle from the walkie. He doesn’t ask questions of what exactly Dustin gets up to in here, he’s better off not knowing.

Dustin mutters to himself as he gently swirls a glass vial.

“What is it?” He asks hesitantly, because the way you slumped against him with no argument was a little disconcerting. The two of you are not close, not even very friendly despite dealing with this Upside Down bullshit together. But when he thinks about you now, that spike of heat when he saw your finger looped with Munson’s—

“Well,” Dustin says, clearing his throat. “Her fever is going to get worse, I’d imagine.” He sets the vial down and shakes his head. “And you’re exposed too.”

Steve snorts, “Yeah, I’ll say.”

He listens dutifully to Dustin’s instructions while attempting to ignore how damn hot it is in the garage. _

All things said and done, Steve thinks he’s done pretty well. Ibuprofen, blankets, saltines, gatorade, and water. Even hefted you upstairs to one of the guest rooms while Eddie swiped his keys and promised everyone a trip to the arcade.

Kept his emotions in check once he noticed that you smelled faintly of cigarettes and weed, a familiar Metallica t-shirt adorning your form.

Eddie.

“Hey man,” he said from the base of the stairs, Steve’s keys spinning around his finger. “Wrap it before you tap it.”

“What?”

The door slams shut in reply.

So, yeah. After that, Steve left you to your own devices and was just hoping for the best. His symptoms seemed to lag a bit after yours, so he was anticipating some dizziness just as you knocked on his bedroom door.

“Steve?”

The door opens slowly, he’s half-illuminated by the dull glow from the streetlamp outside. It spills out into the hallway, bathing you in a warm light that cascades down your legs, the ragged hem of the shirt skimming across your bare thighs.

Breath stutters in his lungs. His chest is burning. His fingers seem ready to rip the door from its hinges. He watches as your body shakes, the worn fabric swaying side to side revealing a hint of your white briefs.

Correction, your soaked white briefs.

Steve swallows audibly, nostrils flaring as he picks up your scent.

Sex.

Skin and warmth and salt.

He watches idly as a bead of sweat trails down your neck to disappear beneath the torn collar of Eddie’s shirt.

Oh fuck, this is how he dies, isn’t it? Positively wrecked with no hope of release; a mallet to the back of the head would be kinder.

“Y-yeah?”

And for some godforsaken reason, his dumbass keeps breathing. The scent of you swirling through the air only to hit the back of his throat and remind him of what he can’t have.

Steve’s grip on the doorframe tightens as he attempts to steady himself.

“Are you…” Your brow furrows in concern, eyes dark and trained on him, “Are you feeling alright?”

And you don’t just smell good anymore, Steve thinks as he takes another shaky breath, you smell fucking delicious.

“I’ve, uh, been better,” he stammers out, his mind going fuzzy.

Another shiver rattles through you, and something in him just snaps.

“Hey, c’mere,” he whispers, reaching an arm out. “Lemme take care of you.”

His touch is like a brand as his fingers press against your arm and pull. Letting yourself be led forward, you throw your head back and giggle.

“Oh honey,” you sigh, lips pulled in a devilish smile, a solitary finger trailing down his chest as you back him against the wall, “But who’s going to take care of you?” _

Whatever’s between you, this infection, this thing, it’s desperate and wild. Alive and howling for respite, primal even. Steve lets himself be pinned, lets you drag your finger to the band of his shorts. Swallowing thickly as your stomach brushes against his cock, screws his eyes shut, and thinks of baseball, cold showers, those hard candies in the stupid crystal dishes as his great-aunt’s house, the smell of mothballs, golf—

But nothing works.

Because, try as he might, Steve has thought of you in this way. In passing. Somewhat. But he tries not to, because like, he should be respectful? Robin’s always harping on about feminism and choice and sexual liberation, but truthfully, Steve mostly zones out on the cut-out of Phoebe Cates and remembers that one string bikini you have with the ties on the side.

And it doesn’t help that you despise him. How your gaze is nothing but scathing toward him and yet you're smiling at everyone else. How touchy you are with Eddie, well he is your best friend, and he guesses that makes some sense. But you’ll greet Robin with a kiss on the cheek, and wolf-whistle at Nance like all the time.

He can’t make it make sense.

Because there are times when you’re softer. Like earlier today, for example. Or when you’re worried about the kids. No one worries like you and Steve worry. So much so, that everyone calls you mom to his dad and jokes about the acrimonious divorce. He let you drive his car to the Lab, and Steve never lets anyone drive the BMW unless he’s under duress.

“I’mma do you a solid, big guy.”

Your mouth is open and panting, red and wet. You’re standing in front of him dripping in need and all Steve can do is stand there, alternately flexing his hands into fists in order to keep them to himself.

“Do wh-what? You’re not—?” Steve stammers as his teeth chatter from the growing fever. The pet name that rolled so sweetly off your tongue is certainly not helping.

“I won’t make you beg,” you say, breath ghosting along his neck. “But you won’t be able to skin me from your bones by the time I’m through with you.”

If he wasn’t already concerned about passing out from all the blood rushing to his dick, he would be by now.

He calls your name softly, sweetly, and in a frenzy. He is this close to breaking down and giving in.

“Easy, easy,” you intone, hot fingers gracing muscles pulled taut.

The silent agreement between you looms like a specter. There’s a few beats of silence–heavy breaths and shuddering gasps until goosebumps break out over his skin as you blow a cool breath against the column of his throat. A ghosting of lips against your own until, “I need you Stevie,” you plead, grinding up against him, “I’m burning up.”

He opens his eyes and nods, biting back a groan in favor of crashing his lips against your own. His tongue slides against yours, sweet and heavy with promise into the cavern of your mouth. “S’okay, honey. I got you,” he says pulling away, and the endearment pulls painfully in your chest—it shouldn’t fall so easily from his mouth and scald across your skin.

His free hand snakes along the column of your spine, freeing you from your shirt as a moan slips forth. Your briefs tumble down your legs as he backs you toward the bed, his own shorts joining them. Fevered skin meets cool sheets, a shudder rolling through you both when he brushes against the slickness smeared between your thighs.

Yanking a drawer open, Steve fumbles around for a condom while you pepper kisses and bites to his neck. Frantically, he rips the foil packet open and rolls it on, one hand pressed to your bucking hips. He exhales a shaky breath, running his dick along the seam of your cunt.

“Hey, look at me.” Your command is softer, gentler than he would’ve guessed. With one hand, you tilt his face down to see where he catches against you. A roll of your hips prompts him to slide in like he was made for you. You mention as much, as you whimper and cry beneath him.

The tether inside of him snaps in a blaze of white light. The fire stokes hotter and hotter as you let out a strangled pant, “S-Steve.”

“Yeah,” he mutters against your jaw as you clench around him. “Yes.”

It would be sweet, under any other circumstance, the way your hands grip his shoulders as his name falls from your lips. Another strangled pant, “Fuck.” He blinks the spots from his vision, God. Watches as your whole body shakes.

Inside of this inferno, a small part of Steve is awake and aware– this is wrong. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He had a plan, goddamnit.

It’s all he can do to lick your jaw, push his tongue into your mouth, and steal the breath from your lungs before the inevitable descent. He slams into you once more and your eyes screw shut, he nearly forgets how to breathe.

You’re searing hot as he thrusts upwards. All wet lips and dazed eyes, “You were made for this.” You’re delirious now, and he is too, but it doesn’t make it any less true. Your head tips backwards against his pillow, “You were made for me.”

He groans and presses one hand beneath your navel, thumb circling your clit. The sounds coming from you are unbelievable, and he prays he’ll hear them until the day he dies. It makes him even hotter as you repeat his name like a litany, like a prayer, his hips slamming into you as your eyes screw shut.

Blindly, you drag him down by the nape of his neck. He’s slippery and slick all the way down to his thighs, and he can’t help but groan into your ear, “Gonna make it good, honey. Gonna make you mine.”

And who would’ve thought it would be Steve who could pull you apart so prettily only to stitch you right back together? You can’t help but reach the peak of your desire over and over and over again as his husky voice lilts lovingly in your ear.

All the world drops dead when you come sobbing his name. _

It’s been hours and hours, and Steve has been run ragged from all the fucking. The fever, the virus, the compulsion has been sweat out. You are passed out beside him, hogging the pillow and blanket, mouth open and drooling. There is a soreness shared by you both, there is a chance Steve may have fucked his dick raw. He drips from between your thighs, a puddle of rampant desire.

But that’s tomorrow’s problem.

Just like that, and everything feels brand new. The world has sloughed from your shoulders and it’s just the two of you in the silence of the comedown. He lifts his head from your shoulder as you blink yourself awake and kisses you softly, with more tenderness than he knew he was capable of. You hum and lean into the kiss, into him, hands winding back into his hair and splaying against his chest. You shouldn’t feel this … content. Bubbly yet exhausted, smiling as you sponge sleepy kisses along his jaw.

Steve smiles, and he knows.

It’s fairly obvious now, to him at least, that what he mistook for loathing turned out to be love.

“So,” you whisper, nails scoring down his biceps, “You gonna keep me?”

He drags you closer, all warmth and need, until there’s not an inch of space to spare. “Depends,” he says, lips brushing against yours and allows you to swallow his voice. Kisses you stupid, only to leave you desperate for more. Steve rests his head against yours, eyes dark in the fading summer light. “You gonna let me?”

And you know, as maybe you always had.

“Yeah,” you whisper, nuzzling into his chest, head nodding with the beat of his heart, “I think I will.”

Steve releases the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in and keeps you close.

_

[luigilore]

masterlist

fics:

lovefool

scott street (pt 2 to lovefool)

doin’ time

timestamps:

[11:34 PM]

[2:43 PM]

[10:50 PM]

[1:17 AM]

headcanons:

domestic/husband hcs

inexperienced lu

ta lu

more ta lu

asks:

boy dad luigi:

1 2

learning italian for him

ur his class crush college au pt.2

he loves ur boobs

v-day

he's ur climbing instructor

cuddling

studying w/ college bf lu

buying u a fitbit

taking care of you when you're hurting

picking him up from the airport

moving in together

unplanned pregnancy in college

unplanned pregnancy in gen

meeting his parents

him taking ur virgnity

gentle sex

lu dating an artist

DRUNK CIG

bush love

lu when ur in labor

he's drunk and cuddly

rough sex

fucking in the adidas hoodie ofc

sleepy sex

lu as a switch

intimate sex

ur his housewife riding him <3

having twins

inexperienced college lu

when ur pregnant

meeting ur parents

when ur insecure about ur body

best friend lu 1 2 3

when he comes home from work (nsfw)

cooking for him

night swim

roommate lu when u break up w ur bf

dad lu and books!

dad lu <3

lu laying on ur stomach

him after ur first argument

offline reader (college au) 1 2 3

wine drunk

first night after moving into together

playing w/ his hair

ur son likes u more

girl dad lu

soft sex

gym rat lu

hyper feminine gf:

in gen luigi goes to sephora u bake cupcakes italy vacay beach day in gen pt 2

search luigi mangione x reader for my most current stuff!!

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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: SABRINA CARPENTERS JUNO LYRICS ⇥ SS: 3

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, FOOD MENTIONS, FINGERING, CLIT PLAY, UNPROTECTED SEX, HUSBAND CHAN, CHOKING, BREEDING KINK, CREAMPIE, IMPLIED SECOND ROUND ⇥ WC: 1K

𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬 ↩︎ {☠︎} {☀︎} {⚰︎} ⇥ CONTENT: SMAU, ONLYFANS AU, FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST, COLLEGE AU, NON IDOL AU. ⇥ SS: 115 ⇥ WC: 2.1K

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: WOLF!CHAN, BUNNY!READER, FEM!READER, RUT/HEAT, READER IS BASICALLY ALWAYS HORNY, IMPLIED THAT READER GET S3XUALLY HARRASED (NOT BY CHAN), MENTION POSSESSIVE CHAN, ORAL (F. RECEIVING), BOOB/NIPPLE PLAY, UNPROTECTED SEX (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!), DEGRADING/PRAISE, READER PERCIEVED TO BE ON BIRTH CONTROL, READER IS HYPER-FERTILE B/C BUNNY TRAIT, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, MULTIPLE ROUNDS, PREDATOR/PREY (IF YOU SQUINT), KNOT/RUT, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS, UNREALISTIC STAMINA ⇥ WC: 2K

𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝟏𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: VIRGIN!FEM!READER, PERV!CHAN, BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS, CORRUPTION, GROPING, BOOB + NIPPLE PLAY, MARKING, TEASING, ORAL (F. REC), VIRGINITY LOSS, PROTECTED SEX, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS, BLOOD MENTIONS, ⇥ WC: 2.2K

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧: 𝟏𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: DOM!CHAN, DOM!CHANGBIN, SUB!READER, FREE USE, POLY RELATIONSHIP, MASTURBATION, FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAM PIES, DEGRADING, MANHANDLING, FILMING, CHOKING, DP, FINGER SUCKING, PET NAMES (BABY, DOLL, PRINCESS,), ALLUDES TO AFTERCARE ⇥ WC: 2K

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ↩︎ {☠︎} ⇥ CONTENT: CNC, SEX FANTASY, ROLEPLAY (INTRUDER & VICTIM), SEXTING, DEGRADING, PRAISE, ORAL (M. REC), FACIAL, PUSSY SLAP, MIRROR SEX, DYCRYPHILIA, HAIR PULLING, MIRROR SEX, RECORDING, FINGERING, MANHANDLING, CHOKING, SPANKING, UNPROTECTED SEX, FEAR PLAY, “NO” IS SAID BUT IS NOT A SAFEWORD, CLIT PLAY, MULTIPLE ROUNDS, CREAMPIES (2), AFTERCARE ⇥ WC: 2.6K

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎

[little-emerald-snake]

Drunk Virgins - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: implied alcohol use, embarrassing erection, slightly painful virginity sex, drunk sex, unprotected p-in-v, mentions of blood

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Ominis swayed, more drunk then he’d honestly like to be. Fuck Sebastian for pushing more alcohol and damn himself for agreeing to if because if she was agreeing to do shots with Sebastian, so should he. Sobriety be damned.

It was disorienting enough being blind in a room full of loud music and lots of bodies. But he knew his friends were close, never drifting far from one voice in particular.

It was at that moment as her small body crashed into his, erupting into a fit of giggles against his front. He held her close, afraid that if he didn’t she would tumble to the ground in a drunken fit of giggles.

She seemed to get her bearings, swaying and bouncing against him. He smiled and laughed with her, doing his best to mimic her bounces and movements.

The song switched and the room got louder with cheers and whoops. Her scent invaded his senses as she moved again, this time turning away from him but still plastered to the front of him.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands so they hovered around her till she grabbed them and firmly placed them to her hips. He felt her bend at the waist in front of him, rear pressed up against his crotch and immediately ripping the air from his lungs in shock.

He heard the whoops and cheers of their friends cheering as she began to wiggle against him. He’d heard of this before. This was what his friends had called twerking and his cheeks went scarlet.

He couldn’t help the really inconvenient swell of his cock as he used his grasp to urge her away. She fought back, eager to stay against him and he swallowed nervously as she suddenly stopped, standing back up and turning to face him.

He braced for the inevitable slap across the cheek that was coming. But was surprised when instead her hand gently caressed the outline of his cock through his trousers.

She giggled, removing her hand and standing up on her tiptoes to talk next to his ear. “Looks like someone got a little too excited.”

He was absolutely mortified. This was where she’d leave him, unseeing and with a quite noticeable erection in the middle of a dance floor of his drunken peers. Embarrassed as he tried to duck to safety. But that’s not what happened.

Instead she stayed in front of him, taking his hand and guiding him through the crowd till the music was a bit quieter. He was vaguely aware they’d changed locations when he heard a door shut, dampening the music further.

He was about to inquire where they were but was stopped by a silky soft pair of lips meeting his which were slightly numbed from the alcohol. His hand struggled, one settling on her waist and the other wrapping around the back of her warm neck and into her hair.

She took this well, moaning into his mouth and pushing him back against a wall. Something clattered to the ground beside them but it didn’t perturb her as she pushed herself against him.

He could feel all her soft curves through their clothing, could feel the quick rise and fall of her chest against his. He was hyper aware of her small whimpers she let loose into their kiss. Godrick. She felt like heaven and sin wrapped into one.

His body was an inferno, red hot embers glowing to life beneath his skin where she touched him. His head spun but he was vaguely aware of her moving and his belt being tugged at.

He couldn’t believe what was happening but the alcohol swimming through his veins did nothing to stop what was about to happen.

Her lips finally left his and he heard her voice, small and out of breath as she asked him something. It took a bit to process it. What had she asked? “Do you have a condom?”

He shook his head. Because he didn’t. He had some in his dorm, ones that Sebastian had always told him he was free to use but he’d never carried them on his person because…he was Ominis Gaunt. Probably one of the least likely blokes to get action (besides maybe the coward Hobbhouse).

She finally tugged his belt open, the lack of protection not seeming to dull her need as she slurred, pulling at his pants fastenings. “S’fine. M’on the potion. Gotta have you in me.”

In her? For Merlin’s sake. She freed him, tugging his trousers and underwear down just enough for his heavy erection to spring free. She gasped. “So good. Gonna be so big inside…”

Was she complimenting his size? Was he considered big by a witch's standards? He wouldn’t have anything to compare himself to but if she was pleased that’s all that mattered.

He heard her hiking her skirts as she pulled him off the wall and closer to her. Her hips seeming to be higher, she tugged him till he stumbled, catching himself on a wooden crate she seemed to be sitting on.

She tugged him closer and he allowed himself to clumsily grab onto her, lifting her leg and clumsily brushing his stiffness against her. She moaned and he swallowed nervously.

She was feeling impatient, reaching between them and lining him up against her opening. “C-come on. Please. J-just fuck me Ominis…”

She sounded so good and like she needed this so badly. He had no clue what he was doing but thrust forward, wringing a strangled cry from her throat.

He was in heaven, she was sure of it. Sheathed in a tight wet heat that he’d never even imagined. He bucked his hips, wringing another cry from between her lips. She was so loud, louder than the thumping music outside, he was sure of it.

He groaned, pulling out and pushing back in, way deeper than last time and wringing a yelp from her. She gripped the forearm that held her tightly. Only now did he feel her shaking.

He pulled out of her, causing a sharp cry from her now and he worriedly brought his hands up to her face. “O-oh fffuck, are you okay?! D-did I hurt you?”

She pulled him closer and confusion took hold of him, sobering him just a bit and he realized the gravity of what he’d done. He could smell the metallic tinge of blood. He’d just lost his virginity and taken hers in the process. “Shit…I didn’t know…”

His hands smoothed over her hair and he held her close, feeling her wet lashes against his neck. He held her like that till she nudged him. He quickly backed off but she pulled him closer by his tie. “I wanna keep going.”

He went still as stone in front of her. He hated the hopeful twitch of his desire between them. “B-but you’re hurt. We don’t need to…we shouldn’t.”

She pulled him against her and he swallowed nervously, feeling her wetness kissing his tip. She felt so slick, like he could slide back in too easily. “It’s normal. That’s supposed to happen. Please, Ominis…”

Her plea sent a pang through him and he nodded, deciding mentally it would likely hurt her worse if he took this moment from her and didn’t even go through with it.

She tugged him again and he slid back in with no resistance. Guilt hammered inside of him. She was only slick from her blood and he’s ashamed at the wave of heat that causes to rush through him.

Her heat enveloping him again felt too good and with a positive sounding whimper he slowly pushed deeper. She gasped but didn't push away. He lifted her leg up to lay in the crook of his elbow and she moaned, tightening around him and causing a wave of blood to rush to his head.

He was dizzy with the need to let instinct take over and buck greedily into her now pliant body. He kept his composure though, fucking her slowly and tenderly. His other hand came up, kneading her breast through her shirt and he groaned when he felt the peak of her nipple through the fabric.

He moaned, whispering praises and sweet nothings as she moaned and whimpered with every crash of his hips. His pace picked up, getting harder and faster and soon she was a moaning mess, tightening and squeezing around him while he fucked her vigorously.

A sharp cry left her lips and she tightened so fucking tight around him. Crying out her release. He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, fucking her through it before deciding to pull out, stroking himself till a guttural moan left him and thick milky spurts of cum decorated her inner thigh.

He was tired and embarrassed in a way he never had been before, leaning against her for support. She regulated her breathing then gave a breathy chuckle. They’d made an absolute mess of the closet. “Careful…we’re both pretty covered in blood.”

A blush darkened his cheeks but she pulled her wand, casting a cleaning charm on them and he sighed with relief when he no longer felt sticky with her blood. She helped tuck him away and fixed his hair back to a neat coif.

There was so much not said between them as she climbed down off the crate, straightening her clothes out. What did this mean for them? He supposed they’d have to sober up and have a conversation about it sooner rather than later.

[rotting-ink]

If the RO’s had to pick one spell they could use from the witch’s selection which one would they pick?

Well! I wanna be a little clever cogs, so I'm going to be extra. Since Dark Magic warps into what the Witch needs at their first selection, I'll pick from the Witch's powers and then what it would be for them personalised.

L Rawlins: They'd pick agility. They're a power house, but they're not the most agile. Would kill for that extra steering ability. Personalised: Dark Twin: A mimic of themself in wolf form. They can send them off into a fight, into a struggle, while they themself can be human. They don't have to be the wolf in the room anymore.

S Della Rovere- Darkness Manipulation. What a fucking game changer for them. They can go out earlier, get to places easier. No burning alive for them! Personalised: Memory Eater. They're terrified of loosing themself as they get older. To hold an item in their hands and know the history? Taste each memory attached? Now, that would be a gift.

Z Chambers- Animalism. They would KILL to get to chat to the animals they always adored so much. Would be so lovely. Personalised: Mind Reading. They always had a struggle to tell what other people were thinking. Would love to hop in there, no fuss.

V De Winters- Dominate. They would get to tell someone else what to do. To the letter. This time they get to be the one who gives the orders. Personalised: Demon form. They would love to shed their skin. Let a monster crawl forth from an empty body suit. Crawl and scratch and claw and do all the things they cannot.

No Saleos or Seir for this one. For obvious reasons. But Saleos quite likes the Dominate power. Very kinky.

Starling Knight- Invisibility. Just... Leave them alone. Let them pretend to not be there. For like half an hour. It would help. Personalised: Time Shift. Get to go back in time max an hour. Just so they can help themselves with work, be in two places at once.

A Lancaster- Hyper Senses: It would kill in their business. Hear more, see more, feel the smallest cracks? Excellent. Personalised: Soul Weapon: A weapon perfectly attuned to them. Comes into their hand when summoned, unable to be held by anyone but themself, drains the target worse than normal ones.

E Rawlins- Mesmerise. Guess who they want to keep in awe? Personalisation: Top Dog. Their werewolf form is monstrous. Disgusting. Bigger, meaner, glowing red eyes and teeth more like scimitars. Truly, finally, showing what they are on the outside, as well as the inside.

Quincy Beaumont- Soul Scry. They would kill to slip inside someone's head. Poke around, see what's going on, know it all. Personlisation: Siren Song. No one can keep their eyes off of them. Everyone has to listen, be in awe, follow their lead.

D Woolf- Naturism. God, they love their flora. They'd get to learn more, see how the plants react to commands... Get their own little garden going... Personalisation: Soul Switch. Get to... Change themself. Switch with someone else's personality just for a bit. Boost their courage, their charm... Anything to help them.

[obsidianpen]

Brief Essay on V's sexual preferences w/ Harry, from a D/s perspective (mostly in answer to that one anon who asked about sub Voldemort, I'm so sorry this turned into a monster):

I think OP is correct that for the way V relates to Harry, it's definitely submission in context. There's no universal definition of dominance or submission for BDSM, and I think that what literature is out there has a tendency to oversimplify a lot of the nuance involved in real life (for example, (1) a lot of partners may switch roles rather than permanently being a Dom or a sub, (2) the fact that submission in the bedroom doesn't inherently imply a submissive personality, and (3) the existence of non-sexual BDSM).

Voldemort is not a submissive personality in general. He's arrogant, enjoys being obeyed, and likes to have things go exactly to plan -- a pattern of enjoying control that could imply his preference at having control in the bedroom as well, and we do see him attempt that with Harry (his preference for being called Master in NG coming to mind). If Harry genuinely enjoyed/was satisfied with submitting to him sexually while still maintaining his general level of defiance, I think he would be decently happy with that, but this is where we hit our first major bump in the road:

Harry is not a submissive personality, at all. Historically, we will in fact watch him double down against someone he considers an opponent at great personal cost to himself (Umbridge and the Blood Quills come to mind) rather than submit to avoid pain or humiliation. He has been fighting for his life and the lives of his friends against adults who were all bigger, stronger, and scarier than him since he was 11 and the fact that Voldemort is (thus far) the worst of the lot doesn't actually shake him because Voldemort is just the kingpin of the exact thing he's spent his whole life training to fight. Voldemort's hyper-controlling Dark Lord tendencies just aren't frightening for him in the same way because his fear response is, at this point, pretty broken. Voldemort can traumatize him, but he can't scare him off as effectively, and that makes him hard to control.

Aside from this, all of Harry's survival instincts are shot to hell. By the end of book 7 and the beginning of NG, he was very much suicidal (and I would probably argue still is, to a degree). He doesn't necessarily want V to hurt or even kill him, but the instinct to avoid that outcome has been suppressed in him, leading Harry to regularly refuse to capitulate or submit. Fundamentally, Harry values exercising his control over V more than his own safety, which puts Voldemort in a very sticky position.

Voldemort needs to care about Harry's health more than Harry does, because if he leaves Harry to his own devices then the boy will just get himself killed and V will be mortal again (not to mention totally fucked in terms of his addiction to Harry's soul). However, he can't scare Harry into being safe or taking care of himself because Harry does not give two shits about his own safety -- all of those restrictions (not committing suicide, the Elixar of Life, occulemency lessons) have to come from V. Getting Harry to comply with those restrictions requires some level of capitulation on the part of V, which sets the scene for V being willing to sacrifice some of his power to ensure Harry's safety. This helps set the behavioral pattern for V trading some of his power to Harry under select circumstances, but doesn't generate the desire to: that comes from his fondness and admiration for Harry, and his hatred of himself.

Within the NG canon, we know that V is decently fond of Harry, even when he's annoyed with him and Harry's refusing to submit. As seen with the events leading up to the wedding/Ruination, V likes getting defiance out of Harry and is disappointed when Harry is able to keep his own emotions under wraps. The problem here is that Harry doesn't really give two shits about V outside of political power and a (newly) pretty face -- the fondness only goes one way. V was able to lie to himself before the rape in Ruination that Harry may have been interested in him, but that's been a much harder front to keep up since he fundamentally believes he didn't deserve Harry's mercy or forgiveness in An Offering of Peace. V likes Harry as a person and Harry... doesn't. On this front, they're united, since V doesn't like himself much either.

We see a lot of V's self-loathing from both his POV's outside of the official story and from Harry's aura-sight in NG. All of Harry's claims about him have slowly been coming true, and the accusation of "Monster" has absolutely been living rent-free in that man's head since the wedding. For the first time, Voldemort consciously believes it about himself in a way that doesn't involve thinking he knows best or papering over any insecurities with more arrogance. After An Offering of Peace, he receives Harry's mercy and (somewhat) forgiveness, but not his esteem, which is almost more damning because it means that Voldemort has nothing to offer in return except more of his power and control.

Which leads us to the core of why I think ServiceTop!Voldemort has been dipping his feet into the submissive side of the pool: Voldemort hates Voldemort, and Harry at least kind of hates Voldemort, but Voldemort admires Harry and likely wishes that Harry felt the same way about him, because it would mean that there was something in himself that he could believe was worth admiring. He believes he can't get that (and might never get that), but he can make Harry at least temporarily pleased with him when they have sex.

V would likely both love it and hate it if Harry tried to take more control during sex -- love, because if Harry is controlling him then it means that Harry wants him, and if he keeps doing what Harry wants then he's something worth wanting. Hate, because he still wants Harry to like him for more than just sex and political favors, not to mention the internal battle he likely has to fight every time he gives up even an ounce of control.

I don't think V could bring himself to submit all the time -- he does still enjoy control in general, being called 'Master' and hearing Harry beg for him -- but I think he would also enjoy being on Harry's leash in more ways that one, not in the least because it would mean that Harry wanted him in some capacity. I imagine he wouldn't submit 100% of the time, but he would also want it on the days when his desire for Harry's approval outweighs his desire for control. If Harry genuinely showed no interest in him / pure ambivalence aside from practical necessity, I think V would honestly be heartbroken to a degree.

wow. What an essay. And entirely accurate. Voldemort really has turned into such a mess, with his closeted self-loathing and even more closeted deep-seated desire to be truly wanted and even, oh no, loved (a desire that he knows he doesn’t deserve and is so afraid of he can’t even begin to think of how he would express it).

[littleshysheep-at-da]

Sooo… to start let me say I used to Draw and Post stuff for EVERYTHING I was into but now I only really post my 2 hyper fixations (which I think is more fun? Maybe? Still figuring some Social Media Mentality stuff out haha). But rest assured I still consume a lot of content (mostly a FUCK TON of Manga and some Games).

So I love Dolls and I play Identity V (since like 2019 but I’ve had soooo many Account Issues do not get me started, so inconsistent playing on and off). When I was going through old Dolls I realized I still had 2 Lalaloopsy (while 3 cause one of them came with a Lil Sis I haven’t decided what to do with yet). And with the Buttons Eyes and jokes people make about Lalaloopsy and IDV I decided… Doll Mod time. I decided to do my two favorite skins for my girls Emma and Emily (Hello Kitty Dream Emma and Recovery (Once Line) Emily)! They were Originally Jewel and Berry (Jewel that came with her Lil Sis and Berry with the Kitchen Play-set but idk where the Kitchen ended up) but I cut them in half and switched tops and bottoms so the collars and skirts matched closer to what I wanted to make! It’s sort of my first time doing this type of Sculpting and I bought Sculpting Tools for it and am proud of my improvement even between on to the next (I did Emma first then Emily)!

I know Emma’s outfit has waaay more Bows but it’s too small to do more than what I did and even then I added so many!!! Also no idea if Emily’s hat is supposed to have Gold on it or it’s actually Sliver I cannot tell with the lighting in Game. I tried to do the pattern of the back of the hat but it’s close enough (small scale small scale…).

I’m actually a Hunter Main (and try a bunch of Hunters though mostly 2 old Mains and 3 new ones) and rarely play Survivor lol (though I love a lot of the Survivors as Characters). I used to literally ONLY play Emily but recently picked up Emma because that Hello Kitty skin was too cute to pass up (also Survivor rework happened while I was away so trying new builds out). Also I love this Emily skin but I can’t use it in matches because the Pin glows red right on the chest and I can never tell if it’s the Heartbeat for Hunter or not lol.

[apocalymons]

Our DCG Divination Deck

Okay, I'm finally gonna stop putting it off and actually talk a bit about our Digimon card game (DCG) divination deck.

Under a read more, because it's gonna be long.

So, the theory behind our DCG div deck is based loosely on these two posts by @miracleeye and @mahouowo respectively. The former is specifically about Pokemon TCG divination, while the latter is a bit more broad.

This is gonna focus on the process we went through to build our DCG div deck. It's technically a WIP, but that's because we have to order a few specific singles that we don't have yet, and are liable to switch cards as new sets come in. I've split this into a few headings, but a full list might be a later project if folks are interested, even though we have a spreadsheet to keep track of things.

Card Selection

Selecting cards is really the most personal part for us. We're Digimonkin, and have a lot of members in our system which adds to the flexibility and personal aspect of card choice. On the most basic level, what we were looking for were cards to represent different members and their different stages, because they have close associations with specific experiences/journeys/emotions.

This creates an "arc" in a similar way to certain groups of cards in Tarot. The Major Arcana tells a story; Digimon lines do the same, because Digimon evolution is often closely tied with spiritual and emotional growth.

It's also worth noting that the way Digimon work on a fundamental level means that growth, despite this chart, is largely nonlinear. Some Digimon revert back to previous levels. Others don't always evolve the same way as they did before. Reincarnation is also involved in certain cases (anime, v-pets, and Digimon World style games included).

All that is to say that, while we included specific "lines" in our DCG div deck, some of those lines have multiple stage representatives in order to highlight the plasticity of growth. This deck also has duplicates of the same stage/Digimon in order to represent different aspects of life, even when on the surface that form is the same or similar (3 Beelzemon cards, 3 Apocalymon cards, 3 Impmon cards, for example).

Beyond that, other card selections also focus on elements related to our experiences. For example, we have a grouping for Jeri, which includes her tamer card, ADR Searcher, Blue Card, Leomon, and Calumon. This same grouping also bleeds into Tamers Impmon's grouping, of which we consider Blue Card and Calumon included, but also has Ai and Mako.

Selection in our case is also most down to what artwork resonates with us most in a symbolically relevant way. We recently switched out BT15 DemiDevimon with EX 8 DemiDevimon, for example. Parallel art is common in the card game as well, to the point we technically have two arts of one card in the same deck.

Part of this change is also down to what the cards do. The former focuses on supporting Myotismon (a Digimon unrelated to our system). The latter focuses on supporting Nightmare Soldiers, which is more in line with the way that stage feels to our headmate who identifies with it: a resignation to the lot others see in you as a servant of evil.

[ID: two Digimon Card Game cards, both depicting DemiDevimon, an orb-shaped demon with bird-like talons and bat-like wings coming out of a leather hat. The first artwork, by Yamuretsu, shows DemiDevimon flying away from a group of agitated Digimon with a mischievous tongue peeking out of its smile. The second artwork, by Minato Sashima, shows DemiDevimon hanging from a tree branch, backlit by unnaturally purple-red moonlight.]

Also, we've included a few cards that aren't DCG cards. Specifically, we have an Apocalymon card from the old Digital Monster Card Game (we usually just refer to it as "Hyper Colo" tbh), and a Satellamon card from the Data Cardass Appli Monsters game.

The former is to represent an "archaic" feeling; something outdated, that has been processed but can ultimately not be purged from one's life. The latter is more down to the fact Satellamon is an Appmon, and we're only just now seeing those in the current DCG. (There's actually two Satellamon cards, and the one we don't have is the one we would prefer, but in a pinch, you take what you get.)

Information to Pay Attention To

In the Digimon Card Game, there are a few different card types as well, with information that puts them into groupings. The most basic card types are Digi-Eggs, Digimon, Tamers, and Option cards.

These may also be further grouped by card colors, which include red, blue, yellow, green, black, purple, and white (in the order of how they're sequenced in sets). Cards may have up to 3 colors.

These don't necessarily correspond to elemental divisions, but do often include them. I think this video does a better job explaining it than I could; divisions are much more about archetype than element, not just mechanically but also within the story structure of Digimon as a franchise.

If you're unfamiliar with Digimon, this also includes Digimon traits, such as Virus, Vaccine, Data, Free, and Unknown. Vi/Va/Da have a rock/paper/scissors relationship in other media, but very rarely interact with each other in the card game.

All Digimon also have stages, which represent levels of growth from In-Training (lv 2) to Mega (lv 6-7). In order, these are Rookie, Champion, Ultimate, and Mega. The terminology differs in Japanese, and elucidates the way you can also read these levels: Baby II, Child, Adult, Perfect, and Ultimate.

There are also other traits such as Field Types (Deep Savers, Nightmare Soldiers, Nature Spirits, etc.), protagonist groupings (Hero, Adventure, Liberators), type (Puppet, Dinosaur, Avian), and lore groupings (Seven Great Demon Lords, Three Angels, Four Great Dragons, Three Musketeers).

Appmon, which are only just getting introduced into the DCG, have similar stages (called "grades"), but 8 attributes. Appmon grades are Standard, Super, Ultimate, and God. Their attributes are in a larger circle than Vi/Va/Da, and are, in order of effectiveness on one another: Social, Navi, Tool, System, Game, Entertainment, and Life. Outside of this relationship is God attribute.

For people interested in using numbers for their readings, Digimon cards also have a lot of information in that regard. Digimon alone have play cost, evolution cost, Digimon level, DP, set/card number, and block number. More or less information is present on some cards.

The DCG also has all artists credited on the cards themselves, which has led us to notice some other groupings in our own readings.

Deck Size

In our case, we made our deck 50 cards large. This is the size that DCG decks are--- there is no variance, outside of egg decks, which are 0-5 eggs large.

Originally, the deck was 35 cards large, but we found this too small after experimentation, leading to unclear readings and ultimately encouraging us to tweak the count to its current number of 50.

Spreads

We've drafted up a few spreads inspired by the various Digimon card games. We've really only tested one of these spreads, as it functions well enough for our purposes without too much complication.

After a bit of messing around, we've found that our DCG div deck plays nice with a spread resembling the current card game. In order, we lay one card in the Raising Area, one card in the Battle Area, and one in Security. An additional clarifying card in each area sometimes helps.

The easiest way to explain it is that this spread represents Potential, State, and Protection:

Potential: something that can be nurtured, or is growing already.

State: elements regarding the current situation, physical or psychological.

Protection: elements that can be utilized to beneficial effect; what is keeping you safe.

We do our readings also on playmats with our own art.

Concluding Thoughts

So, I've told y'all about how our DCG div deck was constructed, but I haven't actually talked at all about the readings and how it treats us.

Generally, we try to do our readings at Digimon Locals, after we've done our matches for the tournament. The vibes are just there. Our cards are double sleeved in the official Bandai Beelzemon sleeves and some Dragon Shield outer sleeves. Anything more and we would literally be unable to hold it in our hands, let alone put it in a deck box.

Any time we do a reading, we also shuffle the same way we'd shuffle our for-play DCG decks--- a mix of pile shuffling and gingerly interlocking the cards in equal piles.

Here's a reading it gave us that's pretty straightforward, so it makes for a good example.

I've described this deck to friends as having the temperament of a high school gossip, but I also think one of our friend's descriptor of it as "roommate that steals your Dr. Pepper" is pretty accurate too. It doesn't really cut corners.

This reading in particular was so straightforward you could mistake it for a ruler, because it's a snapshot of a literal moment in Satty's and my exomemories--- these three cards are associated.

Specifically, Potential is in Satty, state is in Gallantmon, and Protection is in Blue Card. The exomemory this quite literally evokes is when Satty was killed by Gallantmon and death evolved (Blue Card represents evolution, "growth to overcome adversity" and wishes).

Satty evolved into me (Glut), which compounds just how funny this reading was to look at because of our interpretation of Gluttony (the sin) as being about dissatisfaction (ie: wanting; wishing without ever getting what you want).

The deck itself kind of just looked at who was holding it and said "ah, okay, so this is you?" 9 days before I properly split into the system.

It also likes giving us some cards repeated in certain positions, which are specifically cards representing to us confidence in the self (in creative endeavors) which. Really funny considering we're nervous about applying to grad school for creative writing.

Anyways, all this is to say, testing is always required with this shit, but also, if you make your deck personal, it will go for the jugular without hesitation.

-Gluttony

[nerak-01]

okay so i was reading through your post (WHICH ARE VERY GOOD BTWW!!) and i was thinking…

what about bestfriend!konig??

You guys know just how to bait me into writing, don't you?

For Bestfriend!Konig, I have this gut feeling that you're the one pinning after him. It's known that he was bullied when he was younger, and I think that contributes to a few insecurities even now.

You can make it so obvious that you want him, but he would just keep denying it until you confessed.

Konig, this big, beefy man who is reduced to a blushing mess anytime you get too close. He's always hyper aware of how your sense of personal space seems to disappear around him. You easily brush past him, linger for hugs, and insist on giving him affirming compliments. They make his face feel hot, but Konig chalks it up to you being a very affectionate friend. You wouldn't have a crush on him. He wasn't your type anyway.

No matter how much you dote over him, he refuses to see beyond it because why would such an amazing person be fawning over him? Even if he wanted more, a part of him was always conscious of the fact that you were simply out of his league.

When you did confess, I imagine he had to circle back a couple times. He would be the type to have you wrapped in his arms, cuddled together, chin on the top of your head; and still ask, "Wait... you actually have a crush on me?"

He has this little golden retriever energy whenever he's around you. For how intimidating he may look, it practically melts away when it's just the two of you. Once Konig finally realizes that you're his, he'd stop at nothing to spoil you with his affections. After all, he'd been holding back for a while.

NSFW UNDER THIS

Konig is such a sucker for praise. He loves it when you're vocal and tell him how good he's making you feel.

He's a pleasure dom. Think overstimulation to the extreme because again, he can't get enough of spoiling you.

(If you ask nicely, he may consider being a switch. That's a definite maybe though. A lot of his pleasure stems from yours, so it'd be kind of hard for him to give that up.)

I feel like he could use degradation too, but it stems from being possessive. "F-fuck, you're my little whore, right, darling?"

P-O-S-S-E-S-S-I-V-E. Prides himself in knowing he'll be the only one seeing your eyes roll back as you buck against his face. He easily holds your hips still as he dives in for seconds.

With that comes a possible breeding kink?? Something about you being his to claim... it's primal and raw. Konig might not realize it at first, but the way you continuously squeeze around him makes it hard for him to think straight. Suddenly, he wished there wasn't such tight latex around him. It was so close to breaking anyway, what harm would it do if you were swollen with his kids? You'd his and everyone would know it.

Okay... it's safe to say I got carried away. Seriously though, I really look forward to asks in my inbox. I'm glad you stopped by, Anon! I've got so many things I should be writing, but honestly these are so fun to answer.

[bunnyboowrites]

𝓢𝓮𝔁 ☆ 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝔂

Robin x BlackFem!reader x Sanji

Description: Sanji is falling behind on his bedroom duties, will running to Robin be the answer to all of your problems?

Warnings: mdni +18, sexual content, P in V, oral female receiving, exhibitionism, threesome, I’m also really sorry for any mistakes tumblr kept deleting my drafts.

The rocking of the ship usually puts (Y/N) to sleep, but tonight she couldn’t. Her mind was running a mile a minute, and she wanted to tell someone, but mostly everyone was asleep. She almost had a panic attack when a lamp switched on and Robin turned to face her. “Are you alright? It��s been a couple hours since we all said we were going to sleep, and I can basically hear you thinking over there.” (Y/N) gave her a comforting look before sighing, “I guess I just need to talk about something, but it’s embarrassing.” Robin just nodded before grabbing something to put over her pajamas, gesturing for the other girl to follow.

When they walked into the library, Robin turned to the (Y/H/C)-haired girl. “You can tell me anything; it’s more private in here, and I didn’t want Nami to wake up." Robin lowered herself onto the couch and patted the seat next to her. (Y/N) was quick to sit down, but she became more flustered by the second. “Oh honey, you can tell me, is it that embarrassing?” She felt Robin's hand wrap around her; she was hyper-aware of the skin touching hers. “It’s about me and Sanji,“ she started. “We have been dating for a month, and we were having sex all the time before, and it was perfect, but he started making excuses for why he couldn’t do it anymore.”

Robin nodded along to her explanation before smiling and grabbing her hand. “I picked up a book on the last island we visited,” her devil fruit powers appeared and passed her the book from the shelf. "It’s about how intimacy is important to healthy relationships. Bring Sanji tomorrow after dinner and I can tell you guys what the book is about,” she explained, and (Y/N) was so relieved and ecstatic she was finally able to address the problem with their relationship with someone who could explain it 10 times better than she could. She hopped up and wrapped her arms around Robin's neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She kissed Robin's cheek and giggled before running off back to the girls dormitory.

The next day, Y/N  couldn’t keep still; she was bouncing off the walls. Sanji was confused, but he was just happy. She was happy; he had been tired from cooking for the past couple of weeks. It had been rough, waking up to cook and having to fight as well. It was starting to put a strain on the relationship; he hadn’t spoken to her since last night when she wanted to make love, and he couldn’t even get it up because he was exhausted. He felt so humiliated in that moment, but she was a good sport about it. He was so in love with her, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was letting her down.

That night during dinner, she felt eyes on her—a certain blue-eyed woman. She felt herself getting flustered; she had gotten dressed up in her cutest clothes, pampered herself, and fixed her hair up. Robin was taking in her beauty with a smirk. She was just so shy about her beauty that Robin couldn’t believe that (Y/N) only noticed that Sanji was into her.

She helped Sanji wash up the dishes to speed up the process; she knew Robin was waiting on them. Once the last dish was dry, she grabbed Sanji by his tie and started towards the library. Sanji was shocked and slightly flustered. “M-my love, what’s gotten into you?” He questioned, but before he could get his answer, he was met with the sight of Robin in a baggy sweater, dark locks gathered up in a ponytail, and her oval glasses sitting on the bridge of her perfect nose. “Nice of you guys to join me! Have a seat, and we can get started,” she gestured to a cot made up of many pillows and soft things to keep them comfortable. (Y/N) eagerly sat down and motioned for him to do the same.

“So Sanji (Y/N) told me that you guys have been struggling with desire not being present in your sexual lives.” She picked up the book she read from front to back. “This author says it’s important to think about where this strain came from. Please give an explanation, and remember to never speak over each other. It's about  listening." Sanji felt his entire being lit with the heat of embarrassment; he thought that his problems weren’t a problem to her; she reassured him many times before that she was okay.

“Why don’t you go first, sweetheart?" Robin said, looking at the other girl with interest and concern, “Well, I know he can be tired sometimes. I understand it, but I still can’t stop being upset with having to do it by myself.” She shook her head and sighed. “I have felt like I'm not pretty enough for him anymore." Sanji gasped and grabbed his girlfriend's hand. “I'm sorry I made you feel that way, my love. I love you and I want you, but it's just so tiring to wake up early and sleep late to make sure everyone gets fed." He ran a hand down her side, gripping her hip. “I didn't know that I had been neglecting your needs." Robin looked back down at the book she was reading. “Now you guys will initiate sex,” she said, looking at the pair who looked back at her with bewilderment. “In front of you?’ (Y/N) asked, “I'm here to help, so I don't see a problem with it; this is sex therapy after all.” (Y/N) looked way and nodded before pressing her lips against her boyfriend’s lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth finding his.

Her body was so alive, hyperaware of the extra pair of eyes on them. She pulled away from her boyfriend and looked for approval from the dark-haired woman. Robin just shook her head with a sigh. "Sweetheart, you're moving a little too fast; no soft touches or soft kisses? Just tongue straight in his mouth?" She moved onto the cot they were seated on and grabbed (Y/N) by her neck. "I'll show you, okay? Then you try again." (Y/N)'s breath sped up, and she nodded, feeling her stomach start to pool with a warm tingling sensation. Robin smiled and leaned in, testing the waters by giving a simple peck before getting deeper into the kiss. She felt pride swell inside her hearing the small whimpers leaving (Y/N). She slid her tongue onto her bottom lip, only to be welcomed immediately by the brown-skinned girl.

When Robin leaned back, she laughed at the whine that slipped through Y/N's lips. “Now you guys should try, Sanji, are you ready?” He nodded, and he cupped her face. When their lips met, it was less sensual and more passionate. They began taking each other's clothes, hands moving over each other's skin. Sanji felt her tits, and he bucked his hips up to get friction against his pants. She moved her hands to unbuckle his pants. “Please let me help you; I want you,” she asked, and he nodded, feeling her soft palm against his cock. She was stroking his cock so perfectly that he was feeling like he was about to cum from getting a handjob. Robin kissed her neck from behind. “Do you want to feel good, sweet girl?” she asked, and when she got a nod back, her hand was down in her wet panties, playing with her squelching cunt. Sanji was moaning and bucking, "Babe, I don't think I'll last long; this is perfect; you're so perfect. I'm so lucky to have-“ His cock twitching was the only warning before he was leaking cum onto his abs and her hand. 

"You did such a good job, you two." Robin smiled as her hand kept moving against (Y/N)'s cunt. "I think it's time for Sanji to take a break to get ready to fuck you. Do you want to ride my face or his sweet girl?" The question made Y/N's pussy clench around nothing. "I don't know, mommy, please just let me cum," she moaned. Robin smiled and laid down on her back, motioning for her to climb up her chest. Sanji was quick to straddle Robin and pull his girlfriend's skirt and pants down, watching her shift to pull her legs out. Robin smiled at her, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her down onto her face. "Oh my gosh," she cried, and she looked down to see Robin watching her face intensely, keeping her eyes open to watch the girl below her became harder when she felt Sanji's tongue on her ass their tongues meeting as he tasted her pussy as well. A shiver rocked her as she felt herself rapidly approaching the edge. Robin smirked against her pussy feeling (Y/N), grinding her hips against her mouth. "Oh yes, I'm going to cum, please." She looked to Robin for approval, and Robin sped up her movements in response. Without a second thought (Y/N) was coming into Robin's mouth, her moans surely echoed. But Robin couldn't seem to care when her thighs were trembling around her face.

Sanji was leaning back on his legs as he watched (Y/N) climb off of Robin. He grabbed her waist and said, “Please let me fuck you, Mon Amour; I need you more than I need air." Robin just giggled and spread her thighs for (Y/N) to lay against her chest. “Come on, sweetheart; you can lean against me, and he can make you feel good." She smiled softly when (Y/N) snuggled in closer to her. Sanji took his place in between (Y/N)'s thighs. His cock was running through her pussy lips, and her lips were trembling. "Please, Sanji, I need it,” she whined, and Robin looked at the cook. “You heard her; she needs your cock; she's been waiting on it for so long." With a strangled groan, he pushed his hips into her until he was fully seated in her tight cunt. “Im sorry, thank you for letting fuck you; this pussy is so perfect,” he was whining into her neck while he desperately thrust into her leaking pussy. He missed her, and he missed this: how she felt against him and how she sounded moaning his name. Their moans were echoing off the walls, almost drowned out by the sound of skin on skin. 

(Y/N) was starting to get close. She looked up at Robin and said, "Please, can I come? I'm so close. He feels so good." Robin gave her a small smile and moved her hand down to her clit, rubbing tight circles and wrapping her other hand around her throat. Robin's lips were on (Y/N)s to quiet her when she did finish. With Sanji's whimpering and Robin's calculated stimulation, she was quickly thrown over the edge. She was trembling as her thighs closed around Sanji's hips. The clenching of her cunt made Sanji bury himself as deep as he could while he painted her walls.

Robin used her devil fruit powers to help get Pajamas and a robe for the groggy woman on the cot. “Come on, baby girl, let’s go rest in the bath and we can head to sleep,” she offered while she watched Sanji put his clothes back on to run water for the bath. “Thank you, Robin, for doing this; I would have been able to do this on my own." Robin tucked a stray hair out of (Y/N)s face and grinned, “I'll always help a damsel in distress.”

[mydastouch]

Signs I was Trans Growing Up and Now:

Wanting an adams Apple | man’s throat | prominent neck bones

Wanting a V taper but in a man way

Wanting to pee standing up

(Kinda NSFW Pt. 1) Wanted a dick

Wanted to be muscular but like… in a man way

Wanted boys toys, esp happy meal

Wanted boys clothes (way cuter and fun imo)

WANTING BOXERS (ULTIMATE GENDER EUPHORIA)

(Kinda NSFW Pt. 2) Wanting a bulge in pants -> non sexual mostly but also horny

Wanting to wear khakis and a button up for school uniform [but like in the athletic stud / masculine physique way]

WANTING TO BE SQUARE

WANTING TO BE SCQUARE AND FIT LIKE THE GUYS IN MIDDLE SCHOOLZ. Yes I would look bc they’re hot but also because I wanted to look like them so bad (still think about some of those guys to this day.. it’s been years)

(Kinda NSFW Pt. 3) Wanting to grow a d*ck / be a futa (don’t judge I was on the internet at a VERY young age)

Speaking of, wanting to be like those case where i switch gender as a kid with puberty hitting

Curious of boys bathrooms / urinals

Wanting to be in there sooooo bad

YALL… Like I rlly wanted to PEE STANDING UP

I learned how to do girl peeing standing up (like desperate white people do in nature when there’s no bathroom ig)

Spent literal days hyper fixated on learning that

Got so happy and giddy when I learned how

(Kinda NSFW Pt. 4) Wanting to wear strap on in pants

(NSFW) Aroused at the thought of being a guy / doing guy things

(Kinda NSFW Pt. 5) Wanting a boner sooooo bad

Jealous of girls who’s parents let them dress and cut their hat like a boy

Realllly Wanting my voice to crack , so much so that I would purposely make my voice crack

Wanting a raspier voice. Wanting a gruff husky voice (not necessarily trans related but it does align) (like Catra’s voice but… masculine)

Wanting to be the main guy in the Le Disko video. I’m black but I wanted to be that lil androgynous guy so so bad

(Here’s the video for reference: https://youtu.be/OBDwYaZKfnM)

Wanting to both kiss and be Princeton and Roc Royal from Mindless Behavior my man my man my man

Wanting to dress, dance, and be like the two dancer guys from Camp Rock

(NSFW Pt. 6) Wanting a pr0state so I can have @nal org@sms

And many many others

[your-greatest-nightmare]

Tricks of wind. Trick or Trick motherf-

Since I'm already talking abt Competitive Pokémon teams, Imma make one, why? Because I want to, and feel like it tbh

First things first- I use Showdown, I am a poor, sad person, that does not (for now.) have acces to any competitive pokemon with Pokémon games (S&V, Sw&Sh, etc.), yes, I am obsessed with Pokémon Unite, no, I do not play it that often anymore- again tho, for now.

So-! I want a Trick Room team, but also a team that is able to function outside of it, so, probs three for trick room, and three pokes that are not that slow, one of them need to be able to use Tailwind, as what I'm mostly looking for is one thing: Speed advantage over my opponent no matter what.

Alright first, we choosing pokemons, if u think I watch competitive pokemon games & stuff, yes I do, but more than anything I like watching Wolfey :)

For pokémons, I always try to have; support pokemon, physical attackers, special attakers, and I try to make sure to cover *most* types, especially those that are major threats for the team. AHEM- Fairy types. AHEM- sorry, virtual cough.

I already have some pokemons I'll use: Farigiraf, Armarouge, Indeedee, Sinistcha.

Indeedee and Armarouge are to go together, mostly if possible atleast.

Indeedee is a trick room setter and a support, trick room, follow me, helping hand, protect, I'm gonna think abt an item later-

Follow me to make sure I can redirect attacks from going to (mostly) Armarouge to Indeedee

Helping Hand because- I mean- Helping hand boosted, tera boosted, STAB boosted, MAX EVs boosted armor cannon, or expanding force, which also gets boosted by the psychic field. Yeah, it's pretty good-

Trick room bc- well- trick room. And protect because I don't want it to die that quick- Protect with one, attack with another.

Armarouge, ofc- Special attacker, so 0IVs in attack (because- AHEM- Foul Play- AHEM-), armor cannon, because armor cannon?? Expanding force, hits both opponents, gets boosted by both STAB AND field (considering Indeedee was on the field), protect because yes. And as for last attack.. I'm thinking probs dark pulse.. having dark pulse will let me have coverage against ghost types, which can certainly be an issue- so probs dark pulse for now..

For item, Life Orb, as I don't want speed or being locked on a move, or just some healing, I want more power 'u' and the ability flash fire because of the same reason, if I use weak armor and it activates, my speed will be around 372, which is not good on trick room- so flash fire it is!

As for Indeedee's item, psychic seed to up it's SpDef when it comes in, making it more bulky

Now, another pokemon; Sinistcha.

Sinistcha is really good, hospitality, matcha gotcha, poltergeist to annoy, rage powder to redirect and protect, along with leftovers and a bulky spread, to help it stay alive

Farigiraf is next, throat spray for item, so that when doing hyper voice, it ups my SpAtk, psychic for some more damage, protect, and! trick room. yes, two trick room setters. This is Trick or Trick friend, I can and just might make your life more miserable with each turn :]

Now I need more pokemons, and for one of them, I like Hydreigon.

Hydreigon being a Dark/Dragon resists ghost type attacks, so I may be able to switch it in safely if able to do so, tho I'll mostly take it out in case my trick room setters are knocked out.

Hydreigon will be my tailwind user. Yes, tailwind. I want speed advantage however I can. So, tailwind, draco meteor because draco meteor, dark pulse and flash cannon

Flash cannon combined with tera steel will be good for that fairy coverage (unless they hit me with the tera fire fairy with fire type move-), and since I have darkpulse on Hydrei now, I'll change Armarouge's dark pulse to Will 'O Wisp, that way I'll burn foes and cut their attack in half, being even more annoying >:}c

As for the item, I was thinking abt life orb, but Armarouge already has it and it's really useful on it, so I went for safety goggles with Hydrei, as it'll ensure I won't be put to sleep by- a certain pokemon.

Now I need one more pokemon, and since I have all special attackers, it would be good to have the next be- hopefully- a physical attacker.

And what other pokemon can I add- but, probably, the best support pokemon- Incineroar.

Usual stuff with it, Intimidate, Fake Out, Parting shot, Knock off, and close combat for some good physical damage which I really need, a tera of grass, because- a certain pokemon- might be annoying :)

Give it a sitrus berry and we're good to go

Now, since I can be very 'Power, and support, and attack, and-' I may forget the fact that- they need to live to be able to be useful- so I'll check a site that tells me what stuff my team doesn't have- which I probs won't change unless like- really useful- but still, good to know

Welp, I'll do that and see if I can play some games and yeah

-B

[spacemonkeysalsa]

Shatterworld

Barely employable, millennial disaster, and perpetual undergrad Ellie is transported to a fantasy world that is unfortunately more disposed towards war and ecological disaster than elf orgies and pipeweed. She immediately meets the chosen one, destined to defeat the Evil King™, but the BBEG is offering better job security and benefits.

^ the portal fantasy series I self-published while in law school, because law school was a whole time and I needed to hyper-fixate on nonsense to cope. It's very pre-2016 vibes and I am planning a rewrite, but the original version is still available.

Princess In Another Podcast

My friends and I talk about video games, covering important topics like did the Fable games actually do sex scenes better than Witcher 3? Is it okay if I name my first born daughter Bayonetta? (yes and yes)

Trope Town

A discord server where I have my WIPs listed on different channels, with links to the rough drafts so that people can alpha read them and bully me <3 but for real, I am very interested in getting critical feedback, especially as I work on several projects in a genre I don't have a ton of experience with... it's romantasy, I'm trying to get into writing romantasy.

SpaceMonkeySalsa on Ao3

I also write fanfiction. For the last couple of years I've been a bit obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3. Here's my three main fics and their statuses.

God of Ambivalence

I haven't written on this one in a while, because I got a bit discouraged when I discovered Gale's canon fate inside the rock, but I do want to go back to it, because it's fully outlined and I think it's kind great. Basically, Gale "survives" getting maimed by a durge at the beginning of this playthrough. But, flash forward about a hundred years and he's finally freed from a state of Netherese stasis to discover... very little has changed. Oh, except that about a hundred years ago a bunch of adventurers (including someone who ate his hand) saved Baldur's Gate by making a deal with the very devil that Gale had been trying to score an audience with, to help with his orb problem. Now, he's the archdevil Raphael, and a major player in a war in the hells that's raged ever since. And he still wants to talk to Gale.

^Based off of a playthrough with my resisted durge Prisia. She did start off rough by chewing through Gale's wrist, and making a few other mistakes, but she eventually got her act together, fell madly in love with Wyll, defied her father, and helped everyone achieve self-actualization.

Appetites

This was supposed to be a short smut piece about an unromanced and depressed Ascended Astarion, about five years after the game, figuring out that getting everything he wanted hasn't made him happy. It's turned into more of a project about how even the shittiest possible versions of ourselves aren't truly hopeless, and deserve love. The hook would probably be that he inadvertently starts a torrid affair with a woman who he later figures out is the only remaining Gur in the city, after he murdered the absolute shit out of the rest of her family five years ago. Oops.

Her Embrace, Her Tears

This naturally evolves from the above-mentioned idea "even the shittiest possible versions of ourselves aren't truly hopeless, and deserve love" and follows Shadowheart as the Head of Shar's church, and her strained relationship with Lae'zel, who is one of the few characters from this campaign that turned out OK. It crosses with Appetites, sharing a few scenes, though I switch up the POV. The hook here is Shar has a new Chosen, and it's someone with significance to Lae'zel, which finally brings their long-buried issues to a head. Shadowheart begins purging her memories of Lae'zel in an attempt to better serve her goddess. So, really just a vehicle for Lae'zel v. Shadowheart lesbian angst and smut.

future projects:

Bring No One - Same universe as Her Embrace, Her Tears, and Appetites, this one is about Duke Ravenguard who had his heart broken by Gale after they saved the city together. Gale became a god, as one does, and because duty and common sense kept Wyll from joining him in Elysium, they haven't spoken since. Being Duke has kept him busy enough. But, being a god doesn't actually offer the kind of stability one might hope, and when things get very bad for him, Gale needs somewhere to run. Wyll just can't say no to harboring the renegade god in Baldur's Gate, even if it puts his people in danger.

In Her Name - Also in the same universe, Minthara couldn't let Karlach go to hell alone. At first, it felt like nothing more than a futile, foolish romantic gesture, or maybe even a ruse to stay close to her until she could convince her to burn out her light in the pursuit of something great, but it ultimately became a mission to conquer hell, so Karlach can finally know peace.

[dystopianvagrant]

Welcome to the shitshow

tl:dr

This is a vore and kink heavy rp blog starring a shameless self insert

Blog is crossover and OC friendly!

Rules are basically, be nice, understand I have a job and other hobbies and blogs outside of this, don't follow or interact if you don't care for the aforementioned content and let me know if I make you uncomfortable

This is also pretty much a private/mutuals only blog as I'm only going to be brave enough to throw this muse at anyone who's mutuals or has shown interest when it comes to sideblogs

Mobile Canon Muse Masterlist + How to Roll

Stats and Larger rules under the cut.

Stats

Name: DiVi

Bio: Burnt out upper 20s millennial, stuck in a kinky utopian-dystopia trying to make ends meet without falling behind on her credit quota and becoming someone’s meat.

Occupation: Your gracious host of the yet to be opened REDACTED

Vore Role: Switch (50/50)

Age: 28 years

Gender: Female leaning (She/Her) and (They/Them)

Max Height: 7'10 (Sealed 5'8)

Max Weight: 850 lbs (Sealed 190 lbs)

Current Bodyshape: (Sealed: Slightly bottom heavy due to her narrow shoulders and smaller chest that contrasts with her wider hips and ass.)

Current Species: Human

Skin Color: Pale

Eye Color: Hazel Brown

Current Color and Hairstyle: Long black hair that reaches the middle of her back Fur Color: N/A

Max Breast Size: J-cups each breast spans out about roughly 2 and a half feet (Sealed C-cups)

Max Ass Size: 55 inches across each cheek (Sealed, 10 inches across each cheek)

Max Crotch: A 12 inch thick cock that’s 24 inches long soft and 36 inches hard along with a pair of nuts that span 24 inches along in diameter (Sealed, an average six incher) Other: Occasionally wears a pair of glasses (they’re fake)

Usual Attire: Usually wears a simple black shirt with the letters D and V stamped in white lettering on her chest, along with a pair a simple grey slacks and more often than not a black hoodie.

While working she dons a C.O.D suit which is a black skintight suit with a sizable white metal disk on it's chest and tends to wear a black hoodie over it

The C.O.D suit allows her to retain her consciousness after being digested within the disk to be retrieved at a later time as well as survive trauma that could damage normal humans by bending space around her.

The C.O.D Suit can also turn into a black collar with a white tag which she always wears and is the form it takes after she's been digested and stored within the C.O.D's chip

Current M!A effects- None

Rules

Be nice and realize that I do have a job and other obligations so I may not be here 24/7

This is a nsfw heavy blog so no minors, muns, muses or otherwise.

IMs and Discord will be used for OOC convos only, if you come at me in character in IMs I will either ignore you or give you a gentle reminder

The muse of this blog is heavily modeled after a real person, the writer and mun of this blog. If that makes you uncomfortable feel free to not interact with this blog and

Let me know if you’re uncomfortable with any kinks and I’ll be sure to steer them away from you, especially if you feel if I’m about to cross a line, note when it comes to bolded kinks of the vore log I won’t even touch them unless you tell me at some point that you’re comfortable with it and that is a right you are free to revoke at any time, so if at one point you give me permission to put your muse on the vorelog but change your mind later and don’t feel comfortable with it, let me know so I can take it down

All kinks will be tagged appropriately

Bolded kinks will be put under readmore

Kinks-

Yes- Vore (Being Pred and Prey) Alternative vore Expansion Hyper Sized Endowments Light Slob Anthro Muses Demi-humans Human muses Robotic/Android Muses Monster Muses Bad Ends (Giving and Receiving) Gas (Burps) Post-vore disposal (Cum) TransformationOlder Muses

Maybe- Heavy Slob Post-vore Disposal (Scat) Hypnotism Gas (the other kind) Dubcon Sex

No- Health Issues Unintelligent Feral Muses/Beastiality Noncon Sex Underaged/Loli/Shota Muses Pregnancy Diapers/ABDL Gore/Violence/Kinks that involve excessive pain Toilet kinks (Without vore)