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mellifluencex:

“Oh yeah, don’t get me wrong, I love a good mulled wine, as long as it’s got the spice.”

“You know it’s not exactly traditional wine, right? It’s heated for one. Have you tried it?”

“Spice.....?”

“Wait, wine that’s heated? I must admit, I have never heard of such a thing before, let alone tried it. Many of the customs of this world elude me, I’m afraid...”

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onewhocovetswinds:

He couldn’t deny today was proving almost a little too eventful for him today. Even if it was mostly for his benefit in the end. There was a reason he isolated himself from everyone in fortresses and castles.

He wasn’t entirely sure what was falling out of the sky now but it was rather annoying, pelting his head constantly. Grabbing a nearby fleeing person he held them over his head. Their sounds of struggling and resistance were annoying but it would suffice for now. Maybe going through all the sectors wasn’t the best idea, number 3 might be the last.

At least he would’ve continued to believe that if it wasn’t for a source of nearby power he could feel. It was ever so faint, but he recognized it because… It was his.

His? Impossible. Quite. There was no one else with his powers he was sure of that. Yet there was a certain familiarity he could not ignore. He felt confusion as well, anger possibly? It was getting increasingly hard to think with the man’s screams continuing. He moved into a nearby building, tossing the man out back onto the street. As always he hated entering these buildings, the doors were far too small for him he constantly broke the frames.

He took a few moments to focus in on the power he felt before, ignoring the stares of the perplexed people around him. The anger only grew as he zoned onto the location of the thing- it was not a man. No one should have any right to his powers besides him. No other Gerudo should be alive, there was no one else. The only explanation would be that they somehow stole it, which they would of course pay for- many times over.

He found it, heading outside he began towards the source of the familiar power, it was nearby. His heavy feet almost cracking the ground beneath in his angry stride. Whoever they were, they should prepare themselves.

Zant felt it, too.

It started out faint, like a memory, a phantom he couldn’t quite place. Tugging at the back of his mind, it teased and pulled, but was so small the Usurper King could ignore it. He wanted to ignore it. Everything in his gut told him to ignore it, to turn and walk the other way. However, as he found himself simply moving forward in a daze, trying his best to push the feeling out of his mind, it became more and more clear that ignoring it wasn’t an option. It was growing, growing to a point that made it the most important thing in the world.

And, even more urgently, he realized what that feeling was now. It was a sensation he would have once described as “divine.” The power of a god who used him like a puppet on strings, promising him power and respect. Promising him worth. The Twili’s thin lips pressed together hard at the memories. The lies he’d been told by a false god. The way he’d been controlled, commanded.

The power that was heading this way at that very moment.

Realizing he had wandered alone in an empty lot, Zant finally stopped his movements. Things were...collapsing around him. It didn’t matter. Anything that hit his pointed mask was quickly bounced away by its shell. As the rumbling approached, the robed figure turned around, that same protective mask hiding his face, and with it, any sense of emotion or humanity he possessed.

   “...Greetings, King of Darkness. I will readily admit, I thought you dead. But then...I suppose I was dead as well. What jokes this city plays on us...would you not agree?”

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mellifluencex:

“So! Probably the most important question of the holiday season;”

“Mulled wine, mulled cider, or cocoa with cream liqueur?”

   “Hmm....while I have little knowledge of this celebration the city seems to be preparing for, some good wine is always a positive in light of a festive occasion...” Festivity meant very little to a denizen of the Twilight Realm, but Zant knew well enough that wine was a drink for special occasions.

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   “Everything is so very...colorful. I have never seen such a celebration before, and yet...this pervasive sensation! Everyone feels so happy...”

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numinal:

       “Well whoever it was, they sure weren’t alive.”           To think that her day had been going so well. No fires (yet), no idiots, not even any unsolicited commentary about her clothing. All of that, however, was immediately thrown under the bus at the sight of a lanky frame hovering over a rapidly-dissipating body, and then that same frame turning to her, asking questions that, quite frankly, worried her.            Why was she always running into the weird ones?           “…alright well first thing’s first there, Philippe,” she begins, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, “didn’t happen t’ kill that person, did ya? Cause, y’ know, that kinda thing makes me all manner’a cross.”

          Which was putting it lightly, especially considering that not all of the hive’s citizens could defend themselves, even after being given powers by the higher ups (though she’d yet to see any since the monsters had dissipated, so…) and so people hurting them because they could never sat well with her.            “Second thing: stick around long enough, y’ might get t’ find out what dyin��� is like firsthand.”

“What...? Me?”

Though his face was concealed, Zant’s body language did nothing to hide his shock at her first question. Flinching backwards from the woman, he only barely managed to catch himself from falling on his butt. His questions had been perfectly innocent, had they not? What in the world would have suggested that he’d committed the deed? Quickly regaining his posture, the Twili raised his hands, his long sleeves hanging over them like bizarre curtains.

“Of course I did not. What purpose is there in senseless death? I am no monster. Besides, I’m lacking any power which would allow me to perform such an act in the first place...” While not technically true (standing at eight feet and possessing a nigh-unnatural amount of core and upper body strength), the masked man spoke with confidence which could only underline honesty. He had no access to combat magic, and, royalty that he was, was certainly unwilling to tarnish himself with petty murder.

Turning back to where the body was lying before, he was silent for a short while. “...Strange, wolf-like creatures attacked the man. Before they could turn on me, I...sent them away. Admittedly, it was a rushed job -- I do not know where they are now.” With only his portals at his disposal, it was the most he could have done. Under his sleeves, Zant clenched his fists. Feeling powerless was the one thing he hated above all else.

“...............................I don’t know what this feeling is. Is it fear? Such a disgusting revulsion to the very thought of something like death. It’s never been this close.”

The End || Closed RP

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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

Send ‘rough touch’

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Twilight Nightmares || Cittageddon OPEN

                                                                 Worthless......

Zant had been wandering the streets of the 5th Sector alone, thinking to himself. His mind wandered far and wide, but always seemed to return to the same point -- that he had no idea what he was doing. How long had he been in this prison-city now? Almost a month, if the clocks were even correct anymore. With the recent goings-on, he couldn’t honestly be expected to trust even time itself. And now that he listened carefully through the silence, he could swear he was starting to hear voices as well...

           Scum.........

His mask showed no emotion, but the Twili’s movements faltered. No longer walking, the Usurper King turned slowly in place, trying to see if he wasn’t truly alone, but only shadows surrounded him. Shadows which, when confronting his alone state, seemed rather more dangerous than they should have.

                                         Traitor..............

“Who speaks?!” Either he was truly losing his mind, or Zant wasn’t alone. In a steadily more desperate voice, he called out at the voice which pounded in his head. It was so achingly familiar...he swore he’d heard it before, and that was the most terrifying part. It was a gut feeling, an ominous premonition -- he felt powerless in the face of such an omen, and that scared him most of all. And just when the horror in his stomach rose to its highest point, they emerged.

                        Usurper............fool...................power-hungry............                                ....betrayer................abuser.................

With a cacophony of words, shadowy figured began to emerge from the darkness, humanoid beings of all shapes and sizes, lurching towards him. They were all malformed, with limbs too long for their bodies and disproportionate heads -- Zant recognized them immediately. The Twili, or at least their silhouettes against the darkness. And at their head....

                                             Unfit to rule

“Enough!” Now on his knees, Zant desperately screamed out. His voice was no longer a bastion of strength, nor even a source of mystic curiosity. All it contained was genuine....fear. “Please, no more! You should not be here! I-I-I-I-I escaped! Escaped to another prison, but a prison without your persecution, your hateful gaze! Get away from me, FOUL TWILIGHT PRINCESS!!!!!”

The slender figure at the head of the lurching crowd stopped for a moment, and then laughed. It was a faint, coquettish laugh, the kind that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. And then, without pause, it resumed its course towards Zant, followed by its ensemble of ghoulish specters. Zant could only sit there, curled up into himself, and scream.

“HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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sadiestic:

「 █ ψ █ 」 head dipped forward– as she nodded, a low hum reverberated within the woman’s throat. “yes, darling– take me to where those… mmm~~ screams are coming from.” her cherry red lips shaped into something along the lines of a smile and a smirk, quite eager to hear the screams up close and to create more wonderful screams. it would be like a symphony purely made from various types of screams, from frightened ones to ones filled with pain. it would be magnificent.

it became even better when another path opened up for them. oh, the endless possibilities. as eager as she was, she lacked much patience and wanted to hear them here and now. she clutched onto the twisted male, disregarding the singing, foolish looking snake that was currently slithering it’s way to her hair. “it is…. mmm~~ so very exciting, darling. but i grow impatient and i want to hear everything up close. lets go in… mmm~~ that direction. that’s where i hear the loudest screams.” as she pointed in a certain direction, there was currently a downpour of skulls. 

it seemed way more promising that the spot they were at. plus, the way many inhabitants seemed to scatter around while screaming their heads of was truly a beautiful and quite the amusing sight.

How odd...she was not like many he knew, and seemed to follow an entirely separate logic from what he was used to. Nobody sane would wish to be in the middle of such chaos, even if they delighted in the screams and anguish of others...it was far too risky, had far too many variables. And yet, despite his inner conscience yelling at him to turn away from it all, Zant found a quieter, more convincing voice speaking to him from within...

...For this was something new. Something interesting, something he could learn from and mold to his own will. Th Usurper King felt a strange warmth in his gut. Despite all the madness...he could learn oh so much from this city!

“....Very well.” His mask folded up and around his face, obfuscating his voice in a cloak of metallic distortion. “Then allow me to unfold before us a new path.” One hand, he extended toward Sadie, the other, he gestured to the air next to him -- first, there was silence, and then a sudden crackle of energy, and a strangely geometric design unfolded as if drawn in the air itself. It1 spread wider and wider, until it was a gaping maw which beckoned to the two of them.

“Let us expedite this process. I would be more than happy to accompany you, if you would not refuse...”

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“Aigh--!”

The Twili found himself wincing in pain, clutching tightly to his right hand through its sleeve. Quickly pulling it back to see what the cause of the onslaught of sensations was, Zant’s pupil-less eyes widened as he beheld a strange mark, that of a six-fingered hand, burning itself into his pale flesh.

“What in the name of....?!”

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queenxcersei:

                                      I will not hope for                                                                                   your ᴅᴏᴡɴғᴀʟʟ;                                                                                                                                 —— I  will  e n s u r e  it.

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“Hmm....Halloween seems to be over...”

“And a vast variety of sweet things seem to be down at markedly low prices! I’ll have to do my best to try each and every one of them....!”

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knightoftheclocktower:

She let out a small sigh, shaking her head a bit. “There is no offense taken.” Maria pauses. “And I suppose you’re right, but though I may look young, I’ve been alive much longer.” Nightmare’s had a strange way about them, at least the one she had been in.

“I would say the same for you, but your strange mask covers you.” It reminded her of the Church’s executioners.

Zant was a bit confused by her words, about being alive longer than she looked. Certainly, he had met many long-lived beings -- the Twili themselves had a rather long life expectancy. Still, he chose not to comment at all, instead focusing on her second statement. Indeed, it seems that many people here relied on faces to learn the truth...

“Please, do excuse me.” With a quiet whirring, his mask folded aside and then back, revealing his full face.

“My name is Zant. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have seen many curious things in my time in this city...it is always a pleasure to learn from the experiences of others.”

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“Everyone’s complimenting me on my amazing costume...”

“....But it’s not a costume! These are just my regular clothes!” What is wrong with these disrespectful people?!

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Masochism [ shoots this right back atcha while chanting sorry a million times but also cause somehow it's gonna be hella amusing :') i feel it in mi bones :') ]

Masochism: I’ll write YOUR character being dominated/humiliated by MY character (switching it up like the madman I truly am)

“Where I came from, I was a king. Did you know, Mistress?”

Of course, the woman couldn’t possibly answer at that particular moment, in her particular state. She was in a rather...unbecoming position, on her knees with her hand bound behind her back, her mouth stopped by quite the thick-looking gag. Zant’s lizard-like helm stared down at her -- the moment she looked anywhere other than up at him, a far-too-long limb would blur before her, stinging her with a slap across the face before gently nudging it back into a position where she could behold only him, and him alone.

With only his mouth visible, the Twili was an ominous sight, an unreadable book, a ruler of everything. He towered over Sadie, and though he called her “Mistress,” there was something off about his tone -- a poisonous candor, the sign of someone who simply said words with no meaning behind them. Somehow, that was far more frightening than any mockery. It was a disabling tone, one which stripped a listener of any power they may have felt they had.

“I must admit, it’s quite pleasant to see you on your knees before me. You are a good friend.” His mouth moved only slightly as he spoke, just enough to show the thin, needle-like teeth that lined the inside of his thin lips. “I will not lie. I enjoy dishing out pain. I enjoy having people completely in my power. Especially those I’m close to. It’s quite a rush...but I’m sure you know all about that, do you not?”

At those words, his mask folded back, revealing his flat, sinister face. As the clatter of Zant’s helm’s mechanism subsided, and he gently shrugged off the top layer of his robes, leaving himself in a more slender, non-obstructive garb, his long, thin arms hiding a surprising strength as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I hope it will not be of any insult to you...if I were to take out some of my recent frustrations, here and now. I so do miss feeling that beautiful sensation...the blood quickening in my veins...while moans turn to screams turn to whimpers....”

Crouching down so he was face-to-face with the gagged woman, Zant offered a small smile....perhaps. The odd shape of his mouth made it hard to tell exactly which expression he was making. With an oddly long index finger, he pushed Sadie’s hair lightly to the side.

“It’ll be good fun...so just relax and keep your eyes on me. All right?”

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Smut/Kink Prompts-for when you're in the mood to write smut

Send me a prompt, I’ll write you some smut using that prompt.  Send me a 

Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space Coprolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty to the other Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed Fetishism: I’ll write your/my character having sex/playing with an intimate object.  Hematolagnia: I’ll write our characters having sex with blood play Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch.  Masochism: I’ll write my/your character being dominated/humiliated by my/your character Odaxelagnia: I’ll write our characters biting each other in a sexual manner  Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity  Polyiterophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex together with multiple other characters. Scatophilia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character. Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character waking the other up by sex Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Voyeurism: I’ll write my/your character watching the other having sex/masturbating

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