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   I’m gonna 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ‘em all            A 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘺 couldn’t hold me ʙᴀᴄᴋ 

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it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine

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im so tired of always being right and having the best opinions

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literary heroine asks! 🤍

catherine barkley: what’s your lingerie style? estella havisham: have you ever broken someone’s heart? tess durbeyfield: how do you wear your hair? daisy buchanan: name three favorite items from your wardrobe. juliet capulet: what’s the dumbest thing you did as a teenager? isabel archer: if you had to live in a different country, where would you live? emma bovary: what are your favorite cosmetic products? what’s your makeup routine? lily bart: what’s the most ridiculous purchase you’ve ever made? eponine thenardier: describe your dream date. anna karenina: what’s the craziest thing you’ve done for love? marguerite gautier: you’re in paris for the day! describe your itinerary. natasha rostova: favorite fairy tale? scarlett o’hara: who do you think you were in a past life? holly golightly: what do you eat for breakfast?

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of course you miss me i’m literally perfect

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One Pro and one Con of having sex with Twentyone. anon said:  Pros: Stamina and going multiple rounds. Cons: She decides when enough is enough. You haven't had your fill yet? Tough titties, she got hers so you're shit out of luck.

     Fact. When Twentyone is done enjoying herself, she’ll never hesitate to toss her partner aside like a used napkin and go about her day. She is insatiably greedy and only cares about herself; once she’s had her orgasms, she’s done. She doesn’t care at all about her partner’s pleasure. 

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One Pro and one Con of having sex with Twentyone. anon said:  Pro: Sex with Twentyone would definitely be a bonus if a lover is into playing rough, both when it comes to giving and receiving! Bitching? Scratches? Wrestling for dominance? Perfect for anyone into more primal loving! Con: Playing rough is one thing but losing the battle for dominance is far riskier than traditional 'risky sex' via permanent scarring, loss of limbs and even life. Eating out, the literal meaning.

     If her lover for the night likes it rough, they’re in for a good time. Leaving an evening with her with bite marks, scratches, and bruises is a guarantee... along with more permanent injuries, unless her partner is able to stop her when she gets going. Twentyone is highly aggressive and not for the faint of heart, and she expects to leave the encounter with cuts and bruises, too. 

     A huge risk to having sex with Twentyone is that... either you manage to overpower her and dominate her and you walk away alive, or she dominates you and ends up considering herself in charge of you for the rest of your life. If you can’t push her off, shove her face into the mattress and hold her there for at least one fuck, it might be best to not even engage her at all. If you lose, she’ll bulldog you for the rest of your life. 

     If your muse is interested in a highly dominant, jealous, and possessive girlfriend, then go for it. It’s not healthy, but it sure would be fun --- for Twentyone, at least.

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Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

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Date Night with Twentyone!

Date Fee: $23.83 Customer Comments: "Please erase my memories with Twentyone...Please... (Female in 20s)"

     “Go fuck yourself. I didn’t want to waste any more time with you anyway. You’re lucky I’m even letting you walk away alive.”  Deep down, her feelings are hurt.

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anon asked:  What body part of your prey do you tend to go for first? Does it differ when capturing versus killing? Also, what are the tastiest parts?

     A wiser person would refuse to reveal their primary strategies to a stranger, but Twentyone was clever, not wise, and she was far too arrogant for her own good. She would love to brag to this person about all that Queen-sama had taught her to do.

     “If it’s an easy kill, like most kills, I cut them open from the base of their throat and down to their lower abdomen with my sickle claws, spilling their insides. I move too fast for most people to stop me, and once I leap and tackle them, the force is too much to resist. They’re being eaten alive before they even realize I was hunting them.

     “If they’re bigger or stronger than I am, I break them down little by little. I’ll slash at their eyes to blind them first, then at their Achilles’ tendons and at the backs of their knees to drop them to the ground to my level so I can reach them, and then I’ll cut their throat. 

     If I’m just capturing someone, then I am most likely doing it to bring them to Wano --- at which case, I don’t want to bring back a gravely maimed person because then what use are they? I’ll tackle and slash them up enough to scare them, to let them know they can’t win or run, but I won’t try to kill them. If they piss me off in the process, then I might kill them. I can’t be held responsible for my own actions.

     Anyway, the best part of a person is the inner thigh. For most people, it’s pretty fatty and juicy, and its easy to rip big chunks of meat right off. People in general are rather bony... Most meat you’re going to get off them will be their thighs.��

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Trust me, on this island, there’s no such thing as safe. 

Jurassic Park III (2001) 

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It didn’t take long for Oleander to finish her meal. Curved fangs soon made short work of what had once been the little deer, the ancient reptile effortlessly shearing off chunks of flesh and even a whole leg in her ravenous haste to devour the meat as quickly as possible. Ordinarily such raw meat would have tasted terrible in spite of her hunger… yet it was delicious upon her new tongue, perhaps since she was obviously no longer human.     No longer human. In another time and place, such a thought would have been horrifying to Oleander. Now? The thought did not bother her whatsoever… and thinking about it in between warm mouthfuls of flesh, should it have ever bothered her at all? Few Kuja had ever willingly reached out to her back home on Amazon Lily, certainly not her older sisters who always looked down upon their least and smallest sibling. Cursed, they’d always hissed under their collective breath, whenever they thought she was out of earshot and couldn’t hear what they really thought about their little sister…             Maybe they were right after all. But it did not matter now. Not anymore, and if they all thought she was cursed then she would happily embrace it. Her new body certainly seemed to agree, voracious appetite now satiated with the flesh and blood of her prey. Nothing remained of the deer now that the Dilophosaurus had eaten her fill, the only signs of there having been a kill being scattered drops of blood on the forest ground that would soon disappear under the next tropical rainstorm.     Yet before Oleander could even think to clean herself off in the river, there came another sound from close by. It wasn’t another deer, though. It definitely wasn’t another deer, not with that snarl being unlike anything she had ever heard before in her life. Quickly the reptile’s colourful head turned just in time to see another snake-like figure emerging from the heavy forest undergrowth, it’s natural brown-grey scales having concealed it’s presence perfectly amongst the foliage until it had chosen to make it’s move. Serpentine eyes of ruby met those of pure gold, vertical pupils staring at one another. While Oleander had been taken completely by surprise, eyes wide with shock, this new snake was staring with all the focus and patience of an experiencd hunter, clearly having been there for much longer than the Dilophosaurus realized…             And in that brief moment, Oleander suddenly knew that the hunter had just as suddenly become the hunted.

      “▅▅▅▅▄▄▄▃▃▂▂!!” Just as before, those colourful frills fanned open again but this time out of pure fight-or-flight instinct, her much smaller arms raised in a defensive gesture as opposed to the other’s confident approach. Her own willowy hiss utterly paled in comparison to that low, deep warning trill of the other reptile however, it’s own growl being so deep and forceful that Oleander was sure she could /feel/ the sound from where she was standing.     And no wonder! It had to have been at least a foot taller than she stood even now, the thighs of it’s longer legs packed with rugged muscle and marked with… tattoos? Worse still, those legs ended with sharp, sickle-like claws, both of which were easily as long as her hands had been as a human. One good slash from those talons would have so very easily had sliced that deer in two, and Oleander didn’t even want to beging imagining what they could possibly do against her scales… This… whatever it was, was not something the Dilophosaurus wanted to physically fight, not with a body she was still getting used to. Besides, the sheer force of strength and presence of this other snake was almost overwhelming and everything about it dripped with the promise that fighting back would only end up in a losing battle, with Oleander possibly ending up as a meal herself for it.     What to do then? Running also seemed an equally unlikely option in this particular area of somewhat open forest. With those kind of legs, the other would easily catch her long before she ever managed to reach the safety of the deeper thickets where her thinner body could more easily slip through the tightly-packed vegetation, eluding the larger, stronger reptile.

There was nothing else she could do. Colourful frills lowered in wary submission, laying flat and subdued as did her warbling hiss while giving in to the other reptile. It had not attacked however, not yet, instead still continuing to stare her down with a hungry intensity that strangely did not seem related to predatory appetite. There was no mistaking that intelligence in those golden eyes however, or that she was being a choice even if she didn’t quite understand what kind of choice that might be just yet.       ”Are you… are you one of them? People that can change?”

     When the Dilophosaurus’s frill appeared again (along with an INSUBORDINATE HISS) and her claws moved forward in a defensive and hostile posture, Twentyone raised herself to her full height, extending her neck and pawing at the ground with her claws. Her trilling snarl grew louder and louder... drowning out the hiss of the smaller creature before she suddenly lowered her head and leaned forward, unleashing an EAR SHATTERING SCREECHING ROAR, meant to show off her teeth. Twentyone had a lot of practice establishing her dominance over other creatures. She raised herself in the forest --- and furthermore, the Beast pirates were a dinosaur eat dinosaur family. Only the strong survived... and the ones who could convince others to back down through sheer will. 

     Twentyone was satisfied only when the Dilophosaurus’s frills vanished, retracting into her neck and silence followed. A good sign of submission. That was good --- this woman was smart. There was no way for her to fight off Twentyone --- and even if she did, Twentyone would hunt her to the ends of the earth... because Twentyone wanted Oleander. That was her name. Oleander.

     Twentyone’s mouth opened slowly, her rows of black teeth whitening as her Armament Haki retreated. She wouldn’t need it with this one. 

     People that can change. She must mean Devil Fruit users. Oleander might be smart, but she wasn’t worldly. That was okay. She didn’t need to be worldly to be useful.

     “I am,”  answered Twentyone. “You’ve been looking for others like yourself for a while, haven’t you? What if I told you... that I belonged to a family of all kinds of people like us...? People who wouldn’t think of you as different, but as one of them? 

      Would you come willingly?”

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Peekaboo :)

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Velociraptor and Pteranodon

CGI models Jurassic Park /// DVD

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That feeling of being watched…

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Tired as she was, the change brought new blessings as much as it brought a curse. Eyes of cornflower blue soon brightened into a vivid reptillian sunset from times long past, the serpentine gaze completely fixated on the skittish animal creeping ever closer. Still it had not noticed either predator lurking close by, adorable tiny nose only picking the scent of running water - to which would be it’s last mistake.    Unlike the first time Oleander had changed, her body moved more accordingly to how she wished. The growing tail helped keep her balance, slender legs having lost their formerly puppyish gait. Long clawed toes splayed with all the dedication of a keen appetite, not willing to let this rare opportunity slip by. As the deer approached the water’s edge, the Dilophosaurus crept more silently than a falling leaf, slowly closing the distance while the deer drank. Only once the deer drank it’s fill did it finally notice a glimmer of movement out of the corner of it’s eyes. Prey-! They always had better vision than most predatory animals, their survival depending on being able to see from as many directions as possible. To the deer, it was more used to dealing with other hunters than what it suddenly faced now, the small mammal freezing at the sight of this…    This thing.

A colourful frill exploded from the monster’s face, hissing with all the menace of the rattlesnakes that shared their forest home. Snakes like that shouldn’t prey on deer like itself however, doe-like eyes frozen in terror as they fixated on the glowing orbs hovering high above it’s own. A wet-sounding smack ghosted past, liquid that wasn’t streamwater barely missing it’s face and causing the deer to snap out of it’s trance as it realized it was time to go.    Oh no you don’t-! Quick as a krait, slender jaws snapped forth, serpent-like fangs flashing brightly in the forest gloom. There came an agonized squeal as those very fangs found their mark, nipping at the delicate hock of the fleeing deer and releasing before it could land a retaliatory kick against it’s attacker’s jaws.    Yet the deer did not continue running. As soon as it was released, Oleander looked on as it stumbled a few paces, delicate legs shaking and wobbling as though it were suddenly a newborn fawn again instead of the swift forest runner it surely was. Step by step it struggled, the attacked leg seizing up uselessly as the rest of it’s body also began to feel the effects of the predator’s bite. It had to have taken no longer than ten seconds after being struck that the deer stumbled one last time, stiffening legs still trying to kick in one last frantic attempt to escape before it shuddered and went still. Was it… dead? A careful nudge of her scaled muzzle confirmed that indeed it was, and not only that, but the warm body was positively tantalizing her senses with it’s scent. The change had brought both good and bad fortune, that while Oleander was truly a snake in demonic form, she could also survive as one too. Her muzzle lowered again, this time using her fangs to strip off a mouthful of tender flesh as she finally claimed her prize.    Life was good again, and fresh meat had never tasted better.

     Twentyone’s nostrils opened slightly to again take in the scent of the woman as she transformed. This was a rare sight, but it never failed to thrill Twentyone as verdant scales overtook brown skin and bright blue eyes were replaced with a more serpentine gaze. Yes, this woman belonged with the Beast pirates, Twentyone assured herself once again, for the thousandth time this week. It was only natural that she be with her own kind. 

     How lonely it must be for this creature to be all alone, all the time, without anyone else around who understands what it’s like? To hunger for violence, to crave sinking ones’ claws into the living flesh of another?

     Still, the FRILLS were a new sight for Twentyone. The moment those large and threateningly BRIGHT rippling sections of skin erupted from her face and that loud HISS crackled from her throat, the instincts buried only so deep in Twentyone’s brain were telling her to meet this aggression with her own. She suppressed the urge with her human self-control --- she was lying in wait right now; that demonstration of hostility was not a challenge to her, but a warning to the prey to frighten it and get it to make mistakes in its escape --- which worked.

     Twentyone watched the deer turn and run, only to be bitten by the Dilophosaurus. Twentyone, uneducated as she was, did not know that Dilophosaurus was venomous and did not make the connection when the deer fell to its death moments later. It confused her, as to what happened, but all that mattered was that this woman demonstrated a willingness to kill a harmless little deer... surely she would be an asset to the Beast pirates. 

    Twentyone had to have her.

     She watched the young woman rip into the deer, remaining still as before to let her eat her meal. She had earned it, after all. And who knows when the next time she’ll be able to eat would be? It would be days before they return to Onigashima, and it would be hard to hunt in seastone cuffs if Dilophosaurus made her use them.

     When the Dilophosaurus had finished with the deer, however long later that may have been, Twentyone decided it was time to snatch her away. She did, however, want a working relationship with this creature. Twentyone would teach it how to be a raptor --- it had the face and sort of the claws for it, the basic body shape... yes, she could make this one a Twentyoneosaurus...

      “… ▆▇■  … !!!”    The sound of a menacing snarl was apparent first, the crackling trilling growl warning Dilophosaurus of her sudden inexplicable presence. She didn’t want Dilophosaurus to run --- well, actually, it would be quite fun for Twentyone to chase her and catch her and rip her --- no, she wouldn’t rip her... No, she shouldn’t make her run. They were going to be partners. Whether Dilophosaurus liked it or not, they were going to be pack mates, and Alphas didn’t bully their pack mates unless they needed to. 

     Slowly, Twentyone pushed through the greenery, her nose first until her heavy head emerged, golden gaze affixed on the creature in front of her, sizing her up... Her body emerged, foreclaws opening and closing, sickle claws on her feet raised high... and all the while, that unnerving snarl slowly creeping up into higher pitched tones before it cut off suddenly, in time with Twentyone coming to a halt, fully emerged from the heavy foliage of the forest and staring the Dilophosaurus down. Her posturing was that of domination, not overly hostile but certain asserting herself, demanding to be recognized by this creature. It was an ancient and instinct-driven ritual --- I’m bigger, faster, stronger, my teeth are sharper, my claws are deadlier; I’m in charge here. What do you think of that?

     Had Dilophosaurus ever seen another Ancient Zoan before? Or one that looked somewhat similar in body shape? Was it bold enough to challenge the Velociraptor? Or would it back away submissively? Or... would it make the worst decision of all and run?

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