#mmmm coin

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

there is no ask. i like your blog. here’s a coin i found on a walk. take care of yourself.

o thank you,,, i shall take the coin and put it on my shelf of good things :) you take care of yourself too, you hear!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ooo fantasy au Poppy oooo there's so much empty space on this, it's killing me

rambles:

why is there lace? why does she have a neck corset? because she's Gorgeous and I'm the Artist Here. i will always inflict my personal tastes on everyone I draw. pretty bird <3

it's really difficult to put clothes on a bird... stream helped out a bunch with the colors & the leg gear! I imagine that the leather is durable, which is probably the only thing that gets her to traverse less Forgiving terrain. Thornbushes and itchy tallgrass can't hurt her! she's got "boots"! How Does She Secure Them, i hear no one ask. that's what neighbors are for, isn't it? and a skilled beak once she gets the swing of it.

her shawl remains largely the same due to my lack of imagination! i put a lil feather clasp instead of the shawl being tied together to give it a more fantasy-oriented look. i think i succeeded? i like to think so! i imagine that the clasp gives Poppy some stress, though. It's sharp! Ish. it's sharp by her standards!

Poppy's enchanted glasses allow her to "see" injuries and illness, both caused by magical & normal means. this is very helpful in her role as healer, but also extremely stressful - just because she can see issues doesn't mean she automatically knows what they are! to her, a papercut may be misinterpreted by the beginnings of a fatal infection! i like to think that she got tired of needing to hold the glasses in place over her beak and asked if there was a charm to keep them steady. and they confidently had their resident wizard spell them on - oops! the spell was a little too strong! they're now magically superglued on! yeah, those are never coming off.

she also has a magic bag that i imagine was a gift from her family when she left the nest! she'd never directly use it herself - what if she falls in? what if something nasty managed to crawl inside? - but the Neighborhood uses it as collective storage. it can hold a lot! supplies, books, tents, gold, even Julie when she's determined enough!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Dr. Goldfoot - Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs (1966)

[moistmogai]

Too lazy to sent the ask from my account bc id have to log in etc.

Could you make abroaroflux?

-@pseudo-unhingedtard (Brian)

Abroaroflux

/Ab-row-aye-row-flux/

An aromantic orientation where ones aromantic feelings are both fluid and fluctuate.

Coining this on the same post.

Abroaceflux

/ab-row-aye-s-flux/

An asexual orientation where ones asexual feelings are both fluid and fluctuate.

[honey-makes-mogai]

[Image ID: 2 MOGAI flags with ten horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors in order are: black, gray, light gray, black, gray, light gray, black, light gray, gray, black. The center two stripes are thinner than the rest, which are all equally sized. In the middle of the second flag is a symbol resembling a 5 pointed star, the lines making each point turn into a spiral as they reach the next point. The symbol is off white outlined in black. Both flags have a white rectangle in the center. /End ID]

Imagestelic Template!

Imagestelic -

A term for those who stel specific images!

[PT: Imagestelic -]

I might be the constel deity, someone stop me (/j)

[Banner ID: A pastel yellow banner with a sunflower on either side. In brown text with a white outline, it says "- Please let me know if this has been coined before! -" /End ID.]

[ask-runaan-anything]

Do you still see Rayla as your "little blade"? How do you really feel about being with her again, even though you're in a coin? How deeply do you miss her?

I... don't know, little shadow. This place has not been kind to me. I do not trust my memories here... I remember two Raylas now: one who dogged my heels from dawn til dusk and looked up at me as if I was the moon in her sky - and one who turned her back on me and everything I've dedicated my life to, abandoning me to perish and breaking my heart.

Did she laugh when she left the castle roof? Did she brag and taunt me? Or has this coin just made me think so? I'm not sure now. I don't want to believe that she did. But I've seen it, again and again.

I miss the Rayla I think I knew. I miss knowing for sure who she was. Who I was.

Moonshadow elves are used to illusions. But we trust them, in the moment, to be true to themselves. This coin? It lies to me. I know it does. The edges of reality darken and curl and blend with shadow, and I cannot feel their seams.

So I cannot say how I see Rayla, now. I cannot say how much i miss her. And somehow, that feels far worse than if I knew my mind with any certainty.

[zwei-rhunen]

two adventures

d1. >in hullbreaker isle as monk

>me staring at the mobs/my hotbar bc it lit up and i’m now trying to line up the mobs for a sick Howling Fist move

> look up aaaand the tank is dead

me: aaaa?? aoeaoeaoe! before th-

>aaaand the other dps is dead

>”oh shit maybe i can still salvage this and run in circles until the tank -” and dead

> me softly @ the screen watching the poor surviving newbie healer get swarmed: “:O run, RUNN-” and dead. LMFAO

2. > in roulette as AST, not a healer main but I’m trying my best /crying cat face with thumbs-up/

>honestly i feel fairly confident!

> ya know.

>as long as i dont get something like-

> mfw get Aurum Vale

>ah fuckkkkk.jpg

we wipe twice (once at the trash mobs, once at the first boss bc morbol bullshit) before i give up on trying to dps in the beginning lmfao

i was able to get into the rhythm of dealing out cards, over-healing everyone and applying Gravity onto crowds after we got past that first boss tho so i think i came out pretty good despite the rough beginning T-T

[jame7t]

Mmmm my gold coin I won from the dubious wizard. I’ll cash this in

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[cranberrytig3r]

I had a dream that my kids turned into chocolate coins and I ate them because mmmm yummy! But my wife was devastated (I do not have a wife or kids)

[o-pandora-o]

I LIKE YOUR BLOG SM T_T

CAN I REQUEST FOR WHB BEELZEBUB AND SATAN HOW WILL THEY SURPRISE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? My Birthday is coming up and I really really really wanna feel loved by the boys 😔

The Kings (minus Lucifer) surprise you on your birthday

Warnings: Bit suggestive on Satan's part, mostly fluff genre. Reader isn't necessarily MC, but someone who is famous with the demons. I made it Gender-neutral as much as possible.

a/n: Hiii! Glad you like the blog, I'm sorry if I don't have a regular posting sched 😭. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, I also included Mammon and Levi. Didn't include Lucifer because I don't wanna make him OOC. Hope you enjoy this!

Satan:

🩸He's gritting his teeth and you can hear the crunching noises whenever demons of Gehenna gives you gifts. "They're mine...grrr..*crunch*"

🩸Will definitely kick them in the rear when they give you something and you decide to hug/kiss/pat them (any physical touch rly).

🩸When Paimon offered to have a tea date (and gave you chocolates too!) it was the last straw for him.

🩸He drags you to his castle and to outside of his room. "Satan I know you're mad but... Your grip is too tight it hurts!" You said, and you saw Satan smirk. "So slap me" he said with a smug grinning face. "No" "Yes" "No!" "Yes... i can feel it" he lifted your hand and slapped himself and made an aroused look on his face. "Heh.. your anger... Tastes good..." "Anyways..." Satan said as he wiped the drool off his mouth. He opened the door to his room, revealing a room full of decorations and gifts for you. "You... Did this for...me?" "Yeah, I kept seeing you look at surprise videos of partners, and you kept telling ppyong that surprising people in human world isn't common...do you like it?" Satan smirks, he already know the answer to the question. "Of course I do! Thank you" you hug him and he kisses your forehead.

🩸The both of you open the gifts and cuddle inside his bedroom.

🩸Needless to say that you weren't seen outside that night because you're unwrapping your other gift.

Mammon:

🪙You woke up to the firm feeling in your bed. But also something akin to a warm teddy bear.

🪙You hugged the figure, only for it to reply with a deep laugh.

🪙You realized that Mammon is in your bed (in his castle), you woke up and stared at him, hugged him and gave him a good morning kiss and went back to sleep. "Hey little one, don't sleep on me, do you know what day it is, hmmm?" he said with a hearty deep laughter "Hmmm? Monday?" Then you went back to sleep "It's your birthday little one! here I got you some gifts and we'd do what you wanna do today how bout that?" "Mmmm just wanna sleep but ill open the gifts later thank you, Mammon" You lazily kiss his nose and fall back to sleep.

🪙Mammon gave you tons of gifts, including the new Dphone 15 and Ninten Switch 2!

🪙He also gave you some gifts for your hobbies and a bag of gold coins too!!

🪙You managed to move on the evening though, but Mammon had another surprise for you! A dinner on the rooftop of the 66 Demon Star Hotel!!!

🪙Scattered were some roses that had a touch of 24 karat gold leaf, a never ending candle flame created by the most powerful fire demon, and a table with your favorite fancy food.

🪙You were beyond disbelief, you know Mammon was lavish but you he keeps surprising you with the most expensive things and places. Before you can utter a word, Mammon spoke. "These things could not put a price on how priceless you are, you made me realize that despite owning everything in Hell, I could not put a price on your value... You're really unique and priceless as you are. Thank you for being with me." he pulled up his chair and let you sit.

🪙The night was full of chatter and laughter, under the starry skies.

Beelzebub:

🕶️You finally visited Avisos and you were in the palace to keep you safe, you were sleeping in your room.

🕶️You woke up with Beelzebub sitting in the window. "Oh you're finally awake! Come on, let's go!" Before you can utter a word, Beel scooped you up and jumped to the window. Everything was too fast, you can already hear Bael screaming from afar ("BEEL COME BACK HERE, YOU HAVEN'T SIGN THE DOCUMENTS!!!") "It's your birthday right? And I can smell that you missed me a lot, hehe I'll give you a grand tour of Avisos on your birthday!!!" Beel holds you tightly as he smiles like a child whose parents gave him his bday present. "W-wait beel! I haven't showered! I'm still in my pajamas!!!" "It doesn't matter! Plus you smell good~" he says as he smells and kisses your neck while still running. You bury your head on his chest, hiding your blush. 🕶️He knows where you wanted to go, honestly its thanks to his sense of smell. But you still tell him where to go.

🕶️Oh you wanted a stuffed toy that looks like him? Both of you went and play with the claw machine (well both of you know it's rigged...but you still got it!)

🕶️Wanna try out the new cafe? Sure! He only requests you try it with his body fluids, well if you don't want then he won't force you.

🕶️Do you want him to cosplay your husbando/waifu? He gotchu! He knows a cosplay cafe! He can also cook something for you too!

🕶️You wanna spend some sexy time with him? Oh boi he knows a good S&M Club to spend your energy on.

🕶️He's really sweet, he's the type of person that know your desires upon your smell. He knows when you're hungry, when you're angry, and if you're feeling a bit naughty.

🕶️When you fall asleep having a good time, he'd carry you back to the palace to sleep. He'd kiss your forehead/cheek and leave the gifts on your bedside table. "Ah... I'll miss you so much... But I have to go..."

🕶️He'd also leave a matching earring as a gift for you.

Leviathan:

⚰️He's pissed off, he's glaring. How come demons like you? It's unfair.

⚰️A Small demon gave you a gift? "Off with your head!" Barbatos gave you a rose because it looked like you? "Hang!" Glasy looked you from head to toe and almost uttered something sexual? "Get out!" (He was hanged and dragged away LMAO).

⚰️You're alone with Leviathan in his room. He's glaring at you. "W-what's the problem?" you should've kept your mouth shut... "You... How dare you! Han-" "You hang yourself! This is my birthday, stop making a fuss!" You cut Leviathan midway, he was looking shocked, albeit impressed. There was now dead silence but the tables have turned, you're now glaring at Leviathan and he now makes a :o face. "You don't want others giving me gift right?...then make up for it...please?" you said but you were looking away from his eyes. "How dare you...a mere mortal asking a king to make up for what he'd done... Truly you're..." "I won't choke you on bed anymore" you said, glaring at him "....fine meet me in the restaurant tonight at 7... it's not like I planned dinner or something..." (He did)

⚰️So you went to the restaurant he told you about, with the best suit/dress he provided. Suprisingly, he rented the whole restaurant to the both of you.

⚰️He was so beautiful with his suit. You can't feel but envy him (he knows...he can feel it). Well he kinda did apologize for his behavior (no not really), but the ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful enough to forgive him.

⚰️You both ate your favorite food and he slid a gift. You looked at him quizzically. "Open it..." He said. He gave you a bracelet with an intricate design. "A bracelet? It's unlike you to give me something like this... Thank you" a blush appeared in your face. "Oh it's also convertible to a whip see?" He presses the design, and it somehow shine like the color of his hair. In your hands were a silver whip with an intricate design. You couldn't understand how it became a whip, but it was cool.

⚰️Leviathan smirked, looking at you like he finally won. He won the 'best gift award', a competition that was never a competition in the first place.

[mrghostrat]

What are some of your favorite fic tropes?

MMMM i love when secrecy plays into the relationship, whether it's a fake relationship or keeping the real thing secret. skirting the line of acting and pretending and i guess, when it comes down to it, hidden pining. pining while kissing, pining while fucking, pining while dating thfhthft anything that that makes them hide their want, on the edge of their seats

i also love settings where they're highly perceived, like celebrities, social media, or even teachers (different side of the same coin imo, passing through all those students' lives and being a constant Presence around a school) and a dash of Outsider POV from time to time

[beardysuits]

Another One for the Books

"Mmmm yeah man!" Michael yelled out. He was already balls deep inside and fucking my hole like a piston. I was already trembling at the knees, gripping at the kitchen table, my knuckles turning white as their hold weakened. I had wrapped my hand around my borrowed cock and slid it down the shaft, enveloping it with my palm which was already lubricated in precum.

I'm getting ahead of myself though. See my friend Harry and I had stumbled upon some pretty unique powers one day while perusing the internet. We were two pretty horny, and admittedly broke, college students, who were looking for a cheap way to have some fun. That's when we stumbled upon this new meditation that promised to teach us how to "astral project" our bodies. It was a dull Friday night and we had no plans, so we figured, why not?

At first it felt like we were just falling asleep and I gave up. When I tried to wake him up though, he was out like a rock. No matter how much I shook him, he wasn't moving. I freaked out and since he still lived with his dad, I called out to him. He walked in and I immediately sensed something was off. His dad was looking at his hands and touching his face, then his eyes grew wide as he saw his son out cold.

"Adam?" He asked in his gruff voice.

"Mr. Reynolds, I-I-I... I think something's up with Harry!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, I know," he said before pulling me up and gripping my biceps. "I'm in here," he said, putting his hand to his chest.

I was completely lost before realizing it must have worked! After getting Harry to calm down, we started to play with his dad. It was innocent at first, making him say stupid stuff and Harry goofing around. But after a few beers, we got a lot more handsy, and I found myself pushed under Mr. Reynolds as his belly pressed into his back and his fat cock was opening my hole so fucking wide.

Since then, Harry guided me on how he was able to push out his essence and take over his dad. After a few sessions, I finally managed to do it! We then began our Friday ritual of cruising whatever public spot we liked, finding two guys we both liked and taking them over. Usually Harry took over the older or bigger guy, and I always liked taking over the smaller counterpart. I was pretty overweight, so squeezing myself into a tight little body and feeling myself up was a huge turn on and escape. Harry on the other hand was a 5'5" twig, so taking over a daddy scratched a similar itch for him.

That brings us to Michael and Jax. At least, that's what we called them. We didn't know their real names, didn't really care to. All we knew was they were a father and son we saw this afternoon at the hardware store and they were just another pair of playthings for us. We followed them from the store. The dad, who we coined Michael, drove a huge ram truck. Harry definitely liked doing the backstory more than I did.

To him, Michael was a divorcee who left Jax and his wife when the kid was only 5. They reconnected when Jax hit college and takes him around town to try and bond. Whatever got Harry into the headspace he needed to make me his little bitch, I didn't care. All I wanted was for the two to "bond" like they never did before.

We got back to their place, a small ranch home in the suburbs. Harry drove a van which we could park down the road and start our projection that night from the back compartment. Once night fell, we began.

Astral projection is similar to falling asleep, you just need to keep in mind your spirit and detach it from your physical form. It was easy for us now and soon we were floating above our targets' house. I zoomed into the garage and immediately found Michael lifting weights. He was grunting and his body glistened. I could see the pump in his chest and arms, the veins in his neck bulging as he strained against the rack. I zoomed to the other room and found Harry licking his lips as he watched Jax walk around the kitchen shirtless.

"Your guy's in the garage," I told him. "And I think you'll like what you see." I winked and flexed my arms.

"It's like they knew we were coming," Harry joked, before zipping past me. I turned my attention to Jax and tried to find the best point of entry. Not like I had to look for long though, I could see even through the gym shorts, Jax's bubble ass made peaks against the fabric. In my current form, I could do minor manipulation of physical objects. Such as the box of crackers I saw on top of the fridge.

I pushed them over, making them fall right behind Jax who immediately turned to the sound. He sauntered over and bent down to pick up the box. Perfect! With his ass spread and ready for the taking, I dove in head first.

He immediately shot up and grabbed at his ass, feeling my essence stuffing him.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled out. God, his voice sounded just like every frat bro on campus; it made me drool. I wiggled further in, Jax was unable to stop me. His spirit could fight me, but his body couldn't grasp at anything more than thin air. I slipped inside and situated myself. I had become a pro at this point and slipped what was essentially my limbs into their places. Jax had fallen over and was curled into a ball, trying to concentrate and push me out, but his mind was useless. I shot my head up and took in a sharp breath of air with my new lungs.

My face was parallel to the floor, but pushing myself up with my new beefy arms, I stood up and got used to my new footing. It was also so freeing to feel myself in a smaller and lighter body. It almost felt like I was floating.

"You okay son?" I heard a gruff voice ask behind me. Michael stood behind me, looking concerned, his body shimmering and covered in sweat. I cleared my throat, getting used to my new voice.

"Yeah dad just uh, cramps," I told him. I was almost certain Harry was in there already, but once he finished a takeover, he was in character. He was Michael until he finally ejected himself. Sometimes I wasn't even sure if was in there, which could lead to some potentially terrifying scenarios.

"Okay well, just take it easy," Michael said. He stepped closer. "Listen, I did want to talk to you," he continued. He leaned a hand on the kitchen island and loomed closer.

"Sure Dad, what's up?" I asked him, copying his stance. Our hands were only about a foot apart, our bodies only a step away.

"I know it's been rough trying to reconnect since I came back. You have every right to resent me, but I'm really grateful that you're trying," he said. I shrugged.

"I mean yeah, it's weird," I told him. "But I've really enjoyed getting to know you and get closer. You were gone so long though, it's sometimes like you're not even my dad. Just, some guy I live with now." I tilted his head, his hand moving an inch closer to mine.

"I understand. Is there anything I could do to help make this less awkward for you? Help us get a little closer?" he asked. I moved my fingers closer to his, mere inches separated them.

"Well truthfully, I uhhhh.... kind of like what you've been doing. I mean look at you now. I always walk around without a shirt, but seeing you do the same, makes me feel like we're relating. It's good to see you like, be vulnerable. To see just.. more of you."

He cocked his head to the side.

"Do you want to see more?" he asked. I bit my lower lip and nodded. He lifted his arm up and showed off his hairy pit, the aroma of his musk permeated and trailed into my nostril.

"Do you want to smell more?" he pressed. I nodded again and stepped forward. He cradled the back of my head and guided me to the smell. I inhaled deeply, keeping my tongue in place. That would come with time.

"That's a good boy," he cooed at me. He rubbed the back of my head softly, comforting me as I inhaled more of him. He smelled so fucking good. Fresh from his workout and a whole day of walking around before that. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne as it tickled at me from his neck. He pulled back my head and locked eyes with me.

"Show daddy how much you want him around," he commanded. I was about 5 inches shorter than him. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. His tongue swirled the inside of my mouth as mine submitted to his. He cradled my lower back in his beefy arms and pressed me tightly into him. I could feel his sweat coating my slim frame. Reaching around, I wrapped my arms behind his back and clawed at his hairy backside.

Pulling me away, he took my hand and lead me to the living room. We simultaneously kicked off our gym shorts, each of our cocks bounced out and bobbed as we walked. I hadn't even seen my new one yet, it was so fucking pretty. Jax kept himself trimmed, but his balls were decorated with blonde hair. To no surprise, Michael's dick was thick like a bull's, matching the rest of his body. Even his ass was framed like grade A beef! I never really took over guys like him, but I sure did love fucking them.

Michael led me to the couch and laid back, lifting his arm over his head. I laid on top, unable to control myself anymore, going to town on his pits. My tongue was lapping up every bead of sweat I could find.

I was so fucking hungry for him! I made Jax swallow piece after piece of his father's sweat. He just chuckled as he felt his good boy enjoying his new treat. I reached down and began to stroke his cock, which had begun to throb. He was leaking, leaving plenty of lubricant as I made Jax wrap his jock hands around his father's shaft.

Michael let out a booming laugh as he watched his son become a little bitch and submit to him.

He patted me on the shoulder.

"That's enough boy, you know what daddy wants now," he told me. I pulled back and nodded.

Walking off, I found the kitchen table and decided to see how flexible Jax was. Placing my right foot up on the table, I kept myself balanced on the ground. It was fucking perfect. I could feel a breeze grace my hole as I presented myself to daddy.

Michael grumbled from behind me, I could hear his heavy footsteps as he walked over to me. I heard the sound of him spitting and lubing up his daddy cock. There was a hand clasped on my shoulder, and then the teasing of a dick as it played with my hole. I was about to turn around and watch when I felt the pressure of Michael's dick pressed against me. I winced, my virgin hole stretching for what I assumed was the first time.

"Goooooood boy," Michael told me. He wrapped his other arm around my chest and pressed slowly into me. I moaned like a bitch, feeling my dad fill me up. Once I felt his thighs against my ass, I knew he was in. That, and the roar which came from Michael, and the throb of his cock against my prostate.

"That's it boy!" He shouted, before pulling out. He kept up a steady pace, the head of his cock pushing further with each thrust.

"Fuck daddy!" I yelled out as I gripped onto the table.

"Mmmm FUCK man!" Michael yelled out, beginning to piston in and out of me. See? Now you're all caught up.

I was pumping my own cock and could feel the pressure build. How was I already so close??

"Dad? I think I'm going to cum!" I yelled out.

"Fucking cum for me son!" he yelled back. It was like his cock was pressing against my stomach he was so deep! I let go of my cock and watched as a fountain of cum spread across the table.

"Here it fucking comes boy!" Michael yelled out. He wrapped both of his beefy arms across my chest and yelled out. I could feel his seed instantly begin to coat my insides, spreading out and dominating me. His sweat formed even further and drenched my back. I could feel his stomach as it pressed into my back with each breath of his.

He slid out of me and staggered back, laughing. I could hear him catching his breath. I took my leg down from the table, shaking as my blood tried to get back in place. I almost fell over put was caught by Michael's arms.

"Easy there boy," he told me, chuckling. I looked up and saw him towering over me. I smiled as he pulled me up.

"Thanks dad," I said, before giving him one final kiss. "We should probably head out." He shrugged and helped me stand fully up.

"Maybe, or we just enjoy ourself a little more," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How about we run a few more errands? Spend some time with my boy, drive him around in my truck. Maybe play with his ass as we do some shopping?" I was immediately intrigued by the idea, but there was a concern nagging at me.

"What about our real selves?" I asked.

"They'll be fine, they're not going anywhere," he assured me. I knew it was risky, but fuck I loved being Jax and I wanted to keep this up. So, what's the worst that could happen?

Michael was cradling my lower back and holding me close, our new musks mingling with one another. I chuckled and stuck my tongue into his mouth.

"Okay dad, let's do it," I told him. He laughed and hoisted me up effortlessly. My thighs were cradled into his arms as I finally looked down at him.

"Come on son, lemme treat you."

[allyheart707]

Aight bet-

1. I'm partial to darker tones, I found that these three are really nice :D

2. K <3

3. Mmmm....... Not sure, I'm a very picky eater so probably a lot? But probably scorpion sucker?

4. Dung beetle. Given their diet, they probably have pretty stinky breath-

5. Vanilla, maybe birthday cake

6. Fruit. They carry the chicken seeds. Nuggies are vegetables :>

7. What are you, the cops?? Stop asking so many questions-

8. An empty one •_•

9. So it depends on the rock. But generally, they either taste like dirt, don't really have a taste, or they taste fairly salty actually. Occasionally they kinda taste like coins/metal. It all depends on the type of rock honestly (and where you found it/what it was in or what was covering it)

10. ... 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•>•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

11. Y=2. 2x + Yx = 44. 2x + 2x = 4x. 44/4 = 11. x = 11

12. RotTMNT exists parallel to TMNT 2012 in a fashion that is similar to how the Boiling Isles is parallel to the human realm in ToH. Bc of this, we get leakage from 2012 into Rise, like how human stuff leaks into the BI. This is how we end up with stuff like this ⬇️

14. I eated it nom nom

15. Gasp! I have been bamboozled! :00

How has your day been? :>

I know you sent another ask realizing you did this wrong, but HONESTLY, I think I liked your way better. Everyone should answer all my silly questions instead of asking me them!! Those are very pretty shades of grey, and I love the conspiracy you shared!!

How was my day? Filled with many, many boops. Which on one hand was really fun and gave me SO much dopamine.... on the other hand I avoided tasks I was REALLY supposed to be doing and it has only now just hit me. :(((

[strayshornystuff]

An encounter with… slime?

(Warning: this short story is a fetish story, that makes use of transformation and other, strange kinks that idk if they’re named. You have been warned!!)

I got to the door, breathless, ready to have a go at whatever kid had been ding-dong-ditching me for the past hour. But to my surprise, there was a delivery driver, with a small, unmarked cardboard box in his hands. He looked at me funnily until I caught my breath, but once I’d explained, and he’d had a small laugh, package was signed, driver thanked, and box placed on the nearest bench I could find. Which happened to be my coffee table in the living area (hardly a room; a mix of the kitchen, the living room, and the entryway). I plop down, taking my first, proper look at the parcel. The only problem is, the only label on it being my address, no sender, no logo, not even my name as the receiver of the parcel. ‘Oh well,’ I think out loud, sharing with the ghost of the room, ‘if I open it, maybe I can figure out who sent it? Or maybe see if it was a mistake?’

Obviously, no response sounds. I had more than once gone about screaming in the room, talking about my latest break up, or just ranting about something ridiculous, in my thinking out loud process, so part of me was glad there wasn’t actually any ghosts that could hear me. But nonetheless, I grabbed the shears from the kitchen and precisely slid the blade through the tape, allowing the box to present what it had been holding… a… erm… ‘what is this?’ I caught myself muttering. There was what looked to be a corked vial with a silvery block of… something…inside. Reaching for the vial, feeling the cool glass quickly warming at my touch, something strange happened. The solid block inside the vial had become liquid, and was moving around inside the glass, leaving nothing behind on the surface.

‘Oh, it’s gallium!’ I realised. My friend who majored in chemistry had pulled a trick on me one night, asking if I could hold a rare coin for him. Fuck, the stress I felt seeing it melt in my hands… clever bastard, nonetheless. Seeing as it was harmless, I immediately uncorked the vial, and poured it out onto my hand.

It wasn’t gallium.

The moment it had touched my hand, I could tell that something was wrong. First, it felt quite heavy, like slime, or honey, but it wasn’t sticky. Second, it instantly started expanding, spreading, coating my hand in a thick layer of whatever it was, and started sliding up my arm. Clawing at the substance with my spare hand, I felt most of it slip right through the gaps between my fingers, before the slime started to move along that arm too, creeping under my clothes. The goo was fast, alive, and… warm, and… soothing. I could feel my muscles relaxing, a pleasant sensation prickling the skin where it touched, as it started to crawl onto my shoulders, connecting across my back, pulling over my… ‘ooooouuuuhhhhh~’ I hear myself moan as the slime found my chest, and the pleasure it had been providing me was now coupled with making my skin so much… more fucking… sensitive…

The silvery menace wasn’t done with me yet. The creature started to embrace the lower half of me, creeping down along my tummy. ‘Oh~!’ Gently sliding over my thighs… ‘Mmmm~’ Creeping over my soles… ‘G-hhaaa…’ And as if it had been saving it for last, swiftly closing the gap it had left along my legs, and coiling into a long, tentacle-like appendage, wriggling slightly, hovering just above my… Fuck. ‘Oooaaahhhh~~!’ I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as the slime stuck itself inside of me, and started to move around, in and out, twisting inside of me, gently seeking its way deeper inside…

I couldn't help but lay there, whining and squeaking as the slime kept slowly thrusting in, and out, of me, making everything it touched more sensitive, pleasuring me more and more, and occasionally, it would throb slightly, the pulse gently expanding my hole, moving inside of me, and adding to the growing, writhing, sensual party the slime was having in my tummy. My legs and arms would have been squeezed together, flexing, in a reflexive attempt to take a break from the pleasure. That is, if it weren't for the fact that the slime would resist any movement of my own will, and even gently kept forcing my legs to open, my arms to lock above my head, forcing me to present myself to the empty room.

My whole body was now coated with the slippery, firmly attached goo, except for my head. But the slime must have wanted me to be completely submissive, because not even 5 seconds after the monster, creature, whatever it was had penetrated me, I felt it creeping over my head, and another tentacle gently slid into my open, moaning throat. The slime’s ability to heighten my senses in some must have dulled it in others, because my gag reflex was gone, and the tentacle slid further in, feeling places inside me I had never felt before. The ultimate deepthroat experience, being fucked at my other end by the same slime, a gooey spit roast that I was powerless to stop. The goo that had crawled over my mouth had one final area to cover, and with my mouth and nose sealed off, it slowly crept over my eyes, absorbing the tears it had fucked out of me already, and I watched as the last glimmer of light closed off, leaving me in darkness with nothing but pleasure to hold on to. I lay there, in the darkness, cumming over and over, feeling the slime on every outside part of me, and most of my insides too. Despite the slime filling my throat and lungs, I never felt like I was suffocating, nor hungry, nor thirsty. I lost track of time, with my limbs helpless to do anything against the slime, unable to feel anything but it continuing to fuck me, filling me more and more, my tummy expanding slightly to try and accommodate, my gut flexing with every orgasm, my brain slowly forgetting anything but this feeling.....

After some, indescribable amount of time, however, something changed. I saw light. I woke up slowly, surprised I had even fallen asleep with how badly I was cumming, and looked around. I was in the same clothes I hand been when the whole ordeal had started, the box and vial were in the spots where they had been forgotten, but something was different. A thin, layer of dust lay on top of them, and everything else, as I would quickly notice. How long had I been under the spell of that creature? Conveniently, my phone buzzed, reminding me of the existence of the world beyond my room’s walls, and sure enough, when I checked, I had about 8 missed calls, mostly from my job. The date was three days further ahead than it should have been. That slime had made the days worthwhile though, that couldn’t be denied… shit, where is it? I look about, unable to locate it initially, until I see a shine out of the corner of my eye. I look down at my wrist, and sure enough, there was a small silver band that looked like a tattoo, stuck to my skin. I rubbed it gently, and sure enough, it latched gently for a moment, but let my hand go when I pulled back slightly. That’s when I heard it in my head. ‘I mean, I guess I had fun…’ ‘When can we again? So soon? I don’t know…’ ‘Well that’s all well and good, but I don’t fully know who you are yet!’ And so, began an interesting relationship, with a parasitic slime that had technically raped me, apologised, and was now being respectful… I had died in a house fire in the building a few years before this weirdo moved in, and had heard them rant about some strange things, like ‘Light contraction’ and ‘Respect being all out of whack.’ But I had just borne witness to them getting swallowed by a tiny piece of slime that wasn’t so tiny, lie there making lewd sounds for three days, and suddenly get up and start talking to their wrist. Fuck this ghost shit, I’m out of here…

If you’ve gotten this far, you probably read all that! If you liked it, I’m glad! If there was something I could have done better though, please let me know, I’m trying to improve my creative writing. Sorry for the weird kinks, except not bc we don’t kinkshame, and see y’all next time.

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