Said the Spider to the Fly...

Is suddenly here. Complete with dragon!dick.

((HAHAHAHA))

Is your crotch growling at me?

He stood back up. “You just seem irritated I suppose.”

Irritated? Not really. Again, Necrophades shrugged, but he let his eyes linger on the human -- who was now standing along with him. "It feels... strange." He inclined his head slightly, gesturing vaguely to the dragon that was protruding from his groin.

Said dragon butted its head against Ryou's gut, as if to tell the boy to give it more attention.

Is suddenly here. Complete with dragon!dick.

((HAHAHAHA))

Is your crotch growling at me?

The dragon butted its head against the hand petting it and… it made an odd noise of satisfaction that, in a cat, would be the equivalent of purring.

Necrophades shifted his shoulders and pursed his lips, glancing away. It was too strange — he could feel Ryou petting part of him, but at the same time it felt strange — probably because he had only recently regained these parts of his old self.

He laughed, looking up now. “Hey, you okay?” He asked.

Necrophades was torn from whatever thoughts were distracting him and glanced over at Ryou. Nothing was honestly wrong, so he supposed it was 'okay'? Behind him, his tail was swishing side to side.

He shrugged, but that was the only answer given.

(( THIS IS THE FIRST OF THE WEDDING SPAM. The rest will come later.

GUYS, IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND MY BRIDE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING AND PEOPLE CRIED AND I SURPRISINGLY DIDN'T CRY BUT I ALMOST CRIED AND AAAAH

We walked down the aisle to the Imperial March.

I'm the ridiculously puffy pink bunny bride. My watermelon bride is Malik-Ishtal on here. ))

#ooc #irl wedding

Is suddenly here. Complete with dragon!dick.

((HAHAHAHA))

Is your crotch growling at me?

He laughed. “Is that what you were looking for?” He kept petting, it was kinda cute actually. He smiled a little. “This is super weird but kinda awesome at the same time.”

The dragon butted its head against the hand petting it and... it made an odd noise of satisfaction that, in a cat, would be the equivalent of purring.

Necrophades shifted his shoulders and pursed his lips, glancing away. It was too strange -- he could feel Ryou petting part of him, but at the same time it felt strange -- probably because he had only recently regained these parts of his old self.

~I-If it wouldn't be much trouble- could you draw my muse and priestcockhenaden- um- i can return the favor with a art trade if you wish- I don't wanna be a nuisance~

(( It’s totally fine, darling.♥♥♥ I definitely could! Just help out with references, yeah? And would you like any certain scenario to be going on? ))

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I would legit cry if someone made this blog.

If someone else doesn’t I might

(( I RP Pegasus for so many RPs and also run his askblog. I would love to do this. ))

(( GUYS MY VIEL CAME IN AND ITS PERFECT AND GFGJGSRGJJVNNBCC IM GONNA BE A BRIDE IN FOUR DAYS ))

#ooc #muns face

~*peeks in extremely nervous* r u still drawing..?

(( Yup! ))

#thepaleslave

(( my pencil broke. The mechanical pencil. I broke a mechanical pencil. Do I get an achievement for this?? ))

There you go~

(( LMFAO ))

*pops in out of nowhere* I love you~

"I… I love you as well."

The sex-themed Magic Anon list (All NSFW!)

Sex Pollen: That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.

Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)

Sensitivity: All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)

A sudden um...: For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)

The urge: Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.

A gift: Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)

Irresistible: There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.

It's not the Midas touch: If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?

Owned: Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.

Absolute Obedience: Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.

Four minutes: The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?

Impaired judgment: Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.

Sleeping Beauty: There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.

Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.

Candid Camera: The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).

#magic anon

(( my pencil broke. The mechanical pencil. I broke a mechanical pencil. Do I get an achievement for this?? ))

#ooc

(( sketch so far, don't have reference for dragon dick right now haha ))

#membratim #my art #ooc

(( on mobile, will respond later, but I'm actually drawing?!?!?????? Holy shit, right? Drawing Mem and Necro. Anyone else want art of their to character while i can actually draw? ))

#ooc

Is suddenly here. Complete with dragon!dick.

((HAHAHAHA))

Is your crotch growling at me?

"Well don’t yell at me, jeez…" He folded his arms.

"Why are you hitting it? Poor thing clearly doesn’t like that…" He sighed, hesitantly reaching to pet its head. "I’m so sorry he’s being mean to you."

Necrophades was about to snap (again) that he hadn't yelled, nor had he hit the dragon. He'd prodded it.

Instead of snapping its jowls at Ryou's hand, it stayed still and allowed itself to be pet. The growling actually quieted before stopping entirely, too. It seemed... pleased? If a non-sentient head could be pleased with anything. Necrophades watched, not sure how to feel.

Is suddenly here. Complete with dragon!dick.

((HAHAHAHA))

Is your crotch growling at me?

He just looked back, sort of confused. Kyden’s little horns had grown actually, as well as development of a bit of magic for herself. Three and already getting powerful.

"That doesn’t answer my question. Why is it growling? What do you mean it doesn’t normally do that?"

Seemingly aggravated by his own inability to answer, he snapped, "I don't know. It hasn't growled at anyone else." Not that he'd been going out in public and testing its reactions to people. It hadn't stopped staring at Ryou this entire time, though, and the grumbling hadn't stopped, either. He reached down and tapped the dragon on the top of the skull, and the growling grew louder for a second before it turned and snapped at his fingers. Necrophades took his hand back with pursed lips.

It went right back to staring at Ryou.