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Hello! I hope you're doing well! I don't know if you still have the request open, but if so, I might have a request for a medicine seller x female reader. Kon or Ri doesn't matter. I've been thinking about this for a while now. Kurisuriuri would be one of those who like piercings, and his partner would ask him to get one for her (ears maybe? Or tongue, please? 🛐🛐🛐). Anyway, it's up to you.
I want to add that I read your entire fic about them on AO3! It's simply wonderful, and your writing is incredible! Keep posting, I'll be there ❤️❤️
Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.
Sweetheart, I would be DELIGHTED to do my first Medicine Seller ask <3 Thank you for reading my fic pookie ilu mwah
-Medicine Seller X Reader-
"Pretty things should be adorned with equally pretty things, don't you think?" It had been uttered in a passing conversation at your lips, utterly innocuous despite the actual longing behind it. The Medicine Seller was a beautiful man, utterly perfect in so many aspect that you continued to struggle in articulating it. The curve of his elvish ears, the coy, painted on smile of his dark purple, upper lip. His pale yellow eyes, ever observant, clear and calm despite all the obstacles he faced and witness. The swordsman was utterly otherworldly in appeal within the time you had known him, and yet your mind wandered, wanted, dreamed. He was like a pretty painting, refined and colorful, but the bare line of the trigram's ears made you pout at times, imagining what it would look like with additions, silver or gold jewelry that would glitter in the sun. The thought of smoothing your thumb over the shell of his ear and feeling the cold obstruction of metal felt oddly scandalous, sending a shiver up your spine. You had been intimate with him before, knew what he was capable of, knew that his body was a thing of longing and rapture. The idea of him having piercings was just a fun little bonus, a secret fantasy that had you grinning like an idiot and kicking your feet when he wasn't there to catch it. But imagine your surprise upon seeing the Medicine Seller again, on a random week where he left you in town to rest while he handled a mononoke. It happened at times, especially when you were not at your best. Either sick on your period, or generally fatigued. It was annoying, but necessary--you learned not to mind, and the swordsman usually returned a few days or weeks later utterly nonplussed, yet happy to see you safe.
This time, he returned just as you were done setting up your bed for the evening. The clack of sandals on hardwood floors had your heart leaping up into your throat, head turning just as the sliding paper door opened to your room with his visage in the doorway.
Diving into his arms was second nature, your lips tilted in a relieved smile and hands instinctively lifting to his hair. There was a warmth to the trigram's expression when your body was against his, those white lashes lowering and his lips tilting into a genuine, bemused smile. He always smelled sweet, not a hair out of place, his lips soft on yours and the fabric of his kimono a familiar softness.
"Welcome back," You greeted cheerfully, fingers sliding down the back of his ears without thinking only to pause at the feeling of something new. Your gaze widened a bit, shifting to the side at seeing additions on both ears--little silver, round earrings, new and shiny even in the dim lighting. "Wh--when did you...?" The Medicine Seller let out a low hum, lowering your hands from his face so he could thread your fingers between himself and your body. Squeezing softly, purposefully. So strong and sure. "Are they to your liking?" He inquired, raising one hand to trace one of the pieces of jewelry contemplatively, gaze meeting yours with all the energy of a lazy wildcat. "You mentioned adornments, did you not? I passed a shop on the way there, and thought of you."
You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, doing giddy little jumping jacks at how the additions just barely peeked out of his hair, a secret little change that made you feel close to a feral animal. For some reason, it had your stomach in excitedly little knots, wondering what it would feel like to taste the metal on your tongue as well. It was a bit shameless. You didn't care.
"I like them. They suit you," There was a breathiness to your voice, no attempts at masking your desire being made as your fingers threaded behind his neck, stroking the smaller hairs there in cute little heart patterns. "And by that, I mean they make me want to wrestle you onto that futon." The Medicine Seller chuckled at that, briefly flashing the sharpness of his canines at you as his own hands slid down to your waist and squeezed enough to put his point across. "Oh?" He purred, leaning downward to put himself at your eyelevel and giving ample view of his pretty, red, yellow, and blue markings. "Then perhaps this should excite you even further."
He opened his mouth, tongue just slightly peeking out to show a small, silver ball glistening with saliva where it most certainly hadn't been days ago. Your arousal tripled, head spinning like a top ready to fly off of your head as you grabbed his jaw on instinct, mouth opening like a shocked fish as you examined the new addition to his tongue without any shame at all.
"Oh my god."
(Hope you enjoyed that friend <3)
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This is the first prototype, but in the future we will probably make Dream bigger in size 💕 please let us know if you would like a kickstarter to fund his updated release!
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DnD Oneshot
Summary: Howdy loves. figured I’d upload some personal writing cause I feel bad for not being active at fucking all on here for a while. This oneshot features two NPCs from my last DND campaign, Corvus and Tobias. Both had a rather awful run in with a bad society of doctors. Tobias is a Drow trans man, and Corvus is an eldritch horror tiefling. I literally love them both, I hope you enjoy it. He/Him pronouns for both.
TW: Blood, Body Horror, Bone stuff, etc. Corvus is a tad scary. Yall know what to expect from a monster fucker.
Also if anyone has questions about how Toby prefers to carry himself as a trans man, and how he prefers his body to be presented, ask me. I essentially wrote this how I was instructed too, and it helped me learn a lot in the process <3
Oneshot:
The Wilted Rose, despite the debauchery of such an establishment, was astoundingly lovely.
Tobias couldn’t remember a time when he was last doted on this much, and certainly not by so many beautiful species here to court and seduce their patrons. Certainly the physicians society incident was horrific, but…the drow was met with an astounding amount of tenderness on that subject. No one touched him without permission, and all sexual nature was left outside his allotted room. Madam Bliss encouraged him to stay as long as humanly possible in terms of mental and physical recovery, and even offered work if the Drow wished to stay permanently.
Keep reading
Shattering Monotony: Chapter 2
Notes: Hello I’m a whore, bringing more monster content no one asked for. The cold brew has me zooming and this is all I can offer atm.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22309432/chapters/95127997
Enjoy!
Say hello to my Eeveelution frozen cocktail menu! Eevee: cake vodka, Kahlua, Bailey’s, chocolate eclair ice cream bar, chocolate syrup Vaporeon: rum, Malibu, blue curacao, pineapple juice, Sprite Jolteon: tequila, red bull, margarita mix, lemon juice, Sprite, salt on the rim Flareon: fireball whiskey, peach schnapps, iced tea, lemonade, dash of strawberry syrup (for color) Espeon: strawberry vodka, Hpnotiq Harmonie, Chambord, cranberry juice, Sprite Umbreon: bourbon, coke, lemon juice, orange juice Glaceon: rum, blue curacao, peppermint schnapps, lemonade, soda water, sugar on the rim Leafeon: tequila, peach schnapps, lime juice, ginger ale, mint, honey and a drop of chocolate syrup for decoration Sylveon: cake vodka, strawberry vodka, Bailey’s, strawberry shortcake ice cream bar, cream, strawberry syrup
fucking oh god
FUCK I WANT
i see you all talking about "gender envy" this and "gender envy" that, but i never see any respect for the originals. the pioneers. the founding fathers.
do milo james thatch and jim hawkins mean nothing to you
Have another fake preview…
You guys are just encouraging me with these notes. 👀
My cat has ice cream prescience.
I don’t know how she does it. I don’t know how she reads my intent so clearly.
When I walk to the kitchen to get a popsicle or thaw a slice of banana bread or warm up some mango slices, she doesn’t care. She stays on her chair and waits patiently.
But when I walk to the kitchen to scoop myself a bowl of ice cream, she’s at my heels SHRIEKING by the time I turn on the light. She knows. She’s not smelling it, she’s not hearing me say ‘ice cream’, she’s not accustomed to some predictable pattern because I rarely eat ice cream.
But she fucking figures out before I even reach the refrigerator. It’s the only human food she asks for, and I have to give her a small tithe of it to keep her from shredding the skin from my legs and popping my eardrums. She’s terrifying.
Registering the unique “ice cream gait”, try walking without rhythm so the cat will not be able to track your movements.
But what if it’s not my Ice Cream Groove… what if I excuse pheromones of Ice Cream Intent?
There have to be ways to thwart her Ice Cream Knowledge. Perhaps I will have to trick myself into believing that I’m actually getting up to thaw leftovers, and then I’ll start exuding Leftover Intent pheromones.
I DID IT!
I got up to make myself a cup of tea, thought Tea Thoughts, and then at the last moment I filled my tea cup with ice cream instead of tea.
My cat didn’t even notice. She didn’t smell it, or pester me while I was eating, or come running and yodeling her need when I opened the freezer.
I am free.
What happens if you think about ice cream while getting something else?
I just tested this. I got up thinking Ice Cream Thoughts, and by the time I got to the kitchen, guess who was at my heels meowing?
THIS IS SHE:
the one experience that unites all 90s and early 2000s kids is experiencing at least one work of fiction with a deceptively adorable illustration of cute animals on the cover who live in societies with an established political system, hierarchy of leadership and culture and are driven from their homes by human activity and/or engage in violent conflicts with other animals in similar communities that lead to many of the characters’ brutal deaths, which are described in graphic detail and which left you briefly emotionally traumatized by being confronted with the concept of your own fragile mortality before you were 10
the 4 horsemen
it has been brought to my attention that this was an ENTIRE GENRE of children’s fiction for some reason
You forgot An American Tail
the way artists draw themselves is so funny like we all make ourselves look like exhausted gremlins and then there’s fucking. elmer “butch” hartman who managed to make his self insert oc look like a complete and total douchebag
I Literally Have Never Seen A Man Be So Self Absorbed
OP it gets worse. Theres an actual character in The Fairly Odd Parents that’s a caricature of Butch Hartman (And voiced by him) named “DR. Rip Studwell” and his defining character trait is being hot
He changed his icon bc of this post specifically
good.
Can’t a man have confidence tumblr user ‘tyhplosion’?
HELLO???????????????
YA DONT PUT TWO BAD BITCHES AGAINST EACH OTHER
IN THIS HOUSE WE RESPECT EACH OTHER
Spider-Man – John Romita Jr.
Consider: Hobbits unused to carrying swords, initially VERY unclear on when it’s appropriate to whip em out
Merry and Pippin have a disagreement over, idk, whether cake or pie is better and both draw their swords like ‘HAVE AT THEE’
meanwhile Aragorn in the background like, boys please, please boys those are sharp
Frodo: *napping*
Boromir: hey Frodo wake up we need to talk-
Sam: he’s having his nap sir
Boromir: Sam please this is important
Sam: *draws his fucking sword* HE’S HAVIN HIS NAP GO AWAY
Frodo is slightly more sensible & very polite
Frodo: *sees Aragorn with his sword drawn* oh is there trouble. should i get out my sword
Aragorn: …no that’s alright
Frodo: are you sure it’s no trouble
Aragorn: Frodo if i want you to draw your sword I’ll. I’ll say so alright
Frodo: ah, alright :) just say the word
Boromir: *grabs Sam’s sword* ok I’m confiscating this till you learn how to use it appropriately
Sam: *does not let go*
Boromir: *pulls harder*
Sam: *still does not let go*
Boromir: *slowly dragging Sam across the ground* HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG
Frodo: *waking up* WHAT… is going on
Boromir: *holding sword like 6 feet up in the air w Sam dangling off it* um
Sam: I’m handling it Mr Frodo go back to sleep
the affirmations instagram page is a gold mine