MOVED

Account archived 1/27/2020 Moved to fantasmalforces

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[fantasmalforce]

// Heads up! I’ve officially moved accounts to @fantasmalforces ! All of my original and indie OCs are now over there. I’m still working on revamping bios, but it’s set up for the most part and I will be archiving this account within the next few days!

[deepweboutlxws]

// I’ve been on the fence about remaking my blogs and moving all my canons onto one big canon multimuse, and all my OCs onto one big OC multimuse. So I’m asking you guys for second opinions:

If I moved the muses of this account to another multimuse blog, would y’all be interested in following and interacting with them there?

Vote Now! [Yes] [No]

[fantasmalforce]

don’t  stop  -  please,  don’t  stop. -> Bailey, Spook, and Bones ( @absolutemuses )

USFW Starters | ACCEPTING

“Did you hear that?~”

“She doesn’t want it to stop~”

The two giggled from where they were individually intertwined around Bailey. Spook was contentedly sitting between her thighs, delicately caressing them with long nails as she took her time kissing up their length. Her tongue fluttered around her clit every now then, pulling back with a giggle as she watched Bones work on her from above. The other twin was clinging to Bailey’s side, caressing her chest and teasing her nipples just as delicately with his own mouth. His hands massaged her in the most satisfying ways while he muttered in her ear to take her hand towards his shaft.

Bailey’s tender strokes were rewarded with more kisses to both pairs of her lips. They smothered her with attention in preparation for what they were planning. When Bones sat up and caressed her cheek, encouraging her to take his member in her mouth, he praised her in Spanish and petted he hair when she complied. She bobbed her head on his shaft at first, swirling her tongue around the length and savoring the flavor of it. Quickly though, she found it difficult to focus on blowing him as Spook began vehemently eating her out as she did. That swirling and delving tongue drove Bailey wild, moaning around Bones’ cock as she tried to blow him, before eventually needed to pull away for air as she struggled to fend off the quickly coming orgasm Spook was drawing out of her. Spook giggled as she squirmed, her brother holding down Bailey’s waist so that Spook could finish her off and enjoy the squirt on her face she received.

The two shared a grin with each other, before looking at Bailey and quickly switching places. This time however, there was no slow start. Spook was content to sit on her chest and watch as Bailey at her out, humming and giggling at what a good girl she was, and savoring the vibrations of her tongue against her clit as she moaned from Bones pounding into her from below. The two were more than satisfied with their sweet little thing’s responses to their treatment. They teased Bailey, promising her their would be more of this to come if she kept that little e-girl act up for them. They enjoyed watching her squirming slowly grow to be less and less as she became adjusted to the feeling of being double-fucked by the twins. She gasped in delight when she felt them deliver their confirmation, relishing in the squirt she received from Spook that ran down her chin and that she desperately tried to lap up, and a nice filling from Bone’s as he pounded into her one final time, palming at her clit until she screamed as she came for them again.

“You’re our good girl, Bailey,” they giggled in unison. “Ready for round two?~”

[fantasmalforce]

oh shit.  shit shit shit. -> Orion and Asriel ( @absolutemuses )

USFW Starters | ACCEPTING

At Orion’s neck, his werewolf boyfriend was hungrily kissing and nipping at his flesh. He suckled, growling as he left dark hickeys across his pallid skin, indulging in how he marked his boyfriend for the whole world to see. Hands wrapped around his waist as the lycan pounded him from behind, working strong, defined hips against his ass. Occasionally, he’d stop, before thrusting deeper into him and bringing Orion’s waist closer, grinding into him and savoring the sweet, helpless moans that escaped his partner as he panted like a dog.

“I bet you enjoy being bred like an animal~” he nipped at the vampire’s ear, moaning gruffly. “I bet you’d love it if I stuffed you nice and full. Mate you like this all season so that everybody on this god damn planet knows you’re mine~”

His speed suddenly increased sharply, arms looping around vampire’s waist and forcing poor Orion to endure the fierce breeding. Asriel enjoyed hearing his slurred speech as he moved deeper into him. The hypnotic in-out in-out pattern combined with the squirming drove his feral brain wild. He looked down, grinning at the jiggle and bounce of Orion’s ass against his cock, and he drooled. A hand wandered down to one cheek, nails tracing lines down it faintly before he drew his hand back and gave it a firm smack. He heard the initial expletive and his ears perked, a hoarse chuckle escaping him. He leaned forward to ask what it was all about and was so kindly informed by his partner that he was close to his climax.

“Oh yeah? So am I.~” The wolf licked at his previous marks, savoring the shaky and broken sounds of his partner as he tried to hold out for a little while longer. But Asriel was not interested in waiting. He thrusted harder, the base of his member swollen and slapping against his partner’s entrance as he reached around to grip at his member, stroking his rapidly as he continued to thrust. Orion’s mounting volume only motivated him further and with his free arm, he yanked him back into one last firm thrust, his thumb teasing Orion’s tip. A cry of pure ecstasy mixed with a wolffish howl as Asriel knotted his partner and continue to stroke him through a trembling orgasm. When he let him go, Orion collapsed against the couch, thoroughly wrecked by his partner but still pleased by the fact they were still attached and could lay together while Asriel wrapped up his own orgasm.

And Asriel was just as content with this outcome.

[fantasmalforce]

i’ve been thinking about you all day,  can you tell? -> Chairman Rockwell and Shepard ( @rxckwell )

USFW Starters | ACCEPTING

Shepard hummed, not quite sure how to respond at first. She had noticed him glancing at her, occasionally flashing the smallest, faintest smile her way for seemingly no reason. And Shepard, knowing full well she shouldn’t have compromised herself by looking away and smiling while her cheeks flushed pink in response, couldn’t seem to help herself. The effect of his charm on her made her weak and she was just thankful no one had noticed. She was helpless to it, well and truly. And so she grinned down at the chairman, watching as he left delicate kisses along her freshly exposed skin. “I never would have guessed, sir..~”

She sat back, relaxing and watching as he tempted her with firm and gentle hands trailing touches down her sensitive skin. He traced her breasts, her sides, he gripped her hips firmly as he kissed down her navel, and she allowed it— she granted him full control of her. The way his lips adorned her with such passionate kisses, the way he looked at her when she responded— oh Law how that look drove her crazy... It was the kind of look only he could give: a look that said she was doing such a good job and he loved her for that. She ate it up. She was weak for the way he seemed to revere her good work, her loyalty, her dedication, praising her with such pleasure that she couldn’t deny how good he made her feel. She rolled her head back as he gripped her thighs, spreading them apart and feasting on her. An experienced mouth and hands teased her, licked at her in just the right ways. She squirmed, helpless to his tongue as he delved it within her. Tempted as she was to pet his hair and encourage him, she reached above her head instead, gripping her pillow and the headboard. She moaned his name and she thanked him, her appreciation not going unnoticed.

When he sat up, he made eye contact as he licked his lips. He hummed as he savored her sweet flavor, and leaned down as he reached between her legs to tempt her with his fingers. She begged for it softly, bucking her hips when she felt him push into her, teasing her clit with his thumb and making her squirm. He smirked as he used his other hand to hold her waist down and in place as he fingered her. For a moment, it was aimless pleasure that her body was still getting used to receiving from such a powerful, wonderful man, before he focused it on her sweet spot deep with her and gave her a taste of something old and yet new— a type of pleasure knotting in her stomach she’d never known and which made her tremble with an orgasm so strong, she thought for a moment she might faint. He knew how to work her well and leave her breathless. And even after that, it was hardly over.

When he drew back, he licked his fingers clean of her and moved between her thighs, caressing them slowly and teasing her sensitive clit once again as he exposed himself to her. He could practically see the hearts dancing in her eyes as he teased her, the way her her face twisted as she sucked in a breath when he penetrated her. When he held her waist, she couldn’t help but rest her hands over his as he thrusted into her. She moaned his name, she thanked him, she praised him for how deep he went and how he filled her. How he satisfied her. When she softly begged him for more, watching her body bounce into his motions was something entrancing. Listening to her noises grow louder as he pleased her was so rewarding to him. Feeling her grow tight around him, practically choking his member, made him swell with pride. He moved her hand to rest over her abdomen so she could feel how deeply into her he moved, and when asked permission to cum, he touched her clit and reveled in the feeling of her dirtying his cock with her squirt, squeezing and clenching him until he came, massaging his shaft with slick muscles until she’d effectively pumped him dry.

In a strange way, the two felt that they were made for each other, for unlikely of a pair as they were they made a good match. They satisfied each other’s desires and offered each other the support they truly needed. The passionate sex they liked to have was just a bonus at this point.

[fantasmalforce]

arch your back a little  -  there you go.  that’s it. -> Vicar Max and Flotsam ( @mvximillixn )

USFW Starters | ACCEPTING

Doing as he was told, the Axie obediently arched his back a bit more, giving the vicar a good view of all of his scars to be traced, and raising his ass into the slow rhythmic motions of his hips. Sam’s teeth dug into his lower lip, a hand running through his hair and grip at his own scalp as his brows burrowed together. He was so used to having rougher sex with his companion— and the was all well and fun! There was something to be enjoyed about how they took turns pounding into each other, biting, scratching, pulling each other’s hair, moaning and groaning about how aggressive they could be and how much they wanted to make each other scream their name so loud, the Architect himself would hear them committing their favorite sins. This was a relatively new concept.

The slow pace of it was maddening. Sam rolled his ass against the vicar’s waist as firm, calloused hands took a hold on his, keeping him relatively still so he could endure the feeling of being slowly stretched. There was something so arousing about letting Maximillian take his time indulging himself in the assassin. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around Sam’s chest and slowly pulling him up to hold him from behind as he sat on his knees. The grinding picked up in pace and as Sam looked back at him, their lips met. Soft sounds escaped him into the kiss and his hand fell over his loving companion’s, following them as they traced over his body, savoring the feeling of them being delicately interconnected and in harmony for once instead of competing to see who could prove they were more dominant. It felt so much more sensual. Sam shuddered at every touch, shivered at every soft breath that tickled his ear, sighed with bliss at every honeyed word the human muttered to him.

And when the pace picked up, Sam was forced to pull away to try and keep his breath, the pleasure overwhelming him as he gently bounced against the vicar’s thrusts. And he moaned his name so sweetly when Max lovingly kissed at his whiskers that the man was almost certain he’d never be able to go back to rough sex— not when those sweet, heartfelt pleas for more sounded so much more satisfying that those restrained, defiant taunts for him to go harder that Max had to wrangle out of him. It felt like it was just the two of them and nothing else. Nothing else mattered besides them, and this moment, and each other’s soft words and soft touches, and the way they mumbled how good they made each other feel. All that mattered was how they gushed over each other and spared kisses to the corners of their lovers mouths, how they savored the way they trembled together, and they moaned to each other how they were about to cum, and how when they did, they did it together, and it was so much more satisfying than any other sex they’d had together.

[warhunting-a-deactivated2020030]

nsfw  starters.  just  a  little  list  because  i’m  lazy  but  i  also  need  some  nsfw  starters  that  don’t  make  me  cringe.

no,  no.  not yet.  tell me how bad you want me first.

mmmmm,  ask me again,  and say please.

please,  please  let me touch you.

please let me cum  -  please  -  !

please,  please,  please.

that’s it.  good girl / boy.

look how pretty you are like this.

there you go,  just like that.

arch your back a little  -  there you go.  that’s it.

oh shit.  shit shit shit.

harder   -   harder   -

you want it?  beg a little for me.

cum for me.

ah fuck,  i’m  gonna  cum.

don’t  stop  -  please,  don’t  stop.

i’m so close.

i’ve been thinking about you all day,  can you tell?

just lay back and let me take care of you, baby.

you like that?

k  -  kiss me,  just  kiss me.

ah  -  slow  down,  slow  down  a  little  bit.

there   -   right  there  -  !

[halfxgalraxpaladin-memes]

Loving Affection Meme! Send An Emoji For My Muse To:

🤗 - Run up to hug yours after being apart for a while

😚 - Give your muse a smooch to the forehead or cheek

😇 - Let your muse use their lap as a pillow & gently play with your muse’s hair

🥰 - Allow your muse to pick them up and hold them in their arms

😴 - Fall asleep and end up falling into your muse’s lap

👐 - Give your muse a shoulder massage

🦊 - Give your muse a head massage

🧠 - Care for your muse when they have a headache

❄️ - Make your muse’s favorite cold or hot beverage

🥞 - Cook a full meal for your muse

🌯 - Take your muse out to eat

💧 - Hold your muse and comfort them after a really upsetting day or event

✨ - Take your muse stargazing

🐾 - Visit a pet shop with your muse

🍂 - Watch leaves or cherry blossoms fall with your muse

🌫 - Watch a movie with your muse

💐 - Surprise your muse with a gift

⛈ - Make a pillow fort to hide in with your muse during a thunderstorm

💦 - Goof around with your muse

🌊 - Take your muse to a swimming pool or hot tub to relax

🦋 - Take your muse to a butterfly pavillion

🦚 - Take your muse on a date to the zoo or amusement park/fair

🐧 - Make up your own!

**Send 🦇 along with any emoji for your muse to be the one dishing out the affection!**

[deepweboutlxws]

// Also I made a new public discord server if y’all wanna come join and hang out!

Join the Oppyrational Nation Discord Server!

Check out the Oppyrational Nation community on Discord - hang out with 9 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

[deepweboutlxws]

// Things have been pretty slow lately so I decided to make a Carrd for all my roleplay blods while I work on cleaning things up and trying to find some new partners!

Roleplay Blogs

A hub for all my roleplay blogs

[mvximillixn]

Starter: @fantasmalforce

There was a certain level of chaos that the vicar had learned to drown out in favor of his studies. The idle chatter of factory workers, the vile sounds of that damned saltuna factory, the stammerings of lost, drunken souls who found themselves at Law’s feet within the chapel.

And the subsequent sound of these drunkards retching their sorrows, quite literally, onto the floor. He needed to take a walk before he lost his temper.

The vicar waved his hand to another individual within the chapel as he exited the building, wandering toward the local cantina to enjoy the “fresh” air and perhaps sneak a drink into his stomach. Entering the cantina, Maxwell situated himself near the bar and ordered himself a beer. The liquid was mildly warm running down his throat, earning the barkeep a scowl as the bottle was set onto the counter.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

Tired eyes scanned the bar’s patrons, and settled on a group of men toward the back. They seemed to be a particularly rowdy bunch, barely out of the normal had it been a late evening. Yet it was the middle of the day, during work hours. Curiosity plagued the vicar and he approached, unaware of what was to come next.

[fantasmalforce]

The cluster of men were fixated on something, like a hoard of moths drawn to one of the bright, glittering lights of the Vale— and indeed, such a description was not too far off from that which had garnered their attention. The male that pushed his way through the crowd was disturbed. Clothes sat rather disheveled on his frame and his bright pink hair, saturated and standing out just the same any neon sign would, was tossled about, and what little exposed skin he did show did not seem to have any more pristine of an appearance as the rest of him. He said nothing, but his expression held a silent fury as the men he walked away from shouted insults at his back. He was a bottom-feeder, they said. He should have been over at the plant being processed. If it wasn’t clear that he was an outsider before, it certainly was now.

Of course, the treatment was nothing new to Sam. For generations his kind was seen as the lowest of the low, clinging to an edge for life. Vying with every other creature for even a scrap to live off of, presuming they weren’t eaten first. From his own experience, humans had to be the biggest threat. Cruel, often unjustified in what they did and what they said. But they tended to provide the most work, and that was really the only reason he stayed. Law knew that if it was up to him, he wouldn’t stay on this disgusting, grimy hunk of terraformed rock any more than he had to. The smell alone was enough to make him sick.

Making his way over to the bar, Flotsam signaled the bartender to come over and hand him something strong, and as he waited, he dared to rumble out if he knew of anyone looking for assistance. It was often how he got most of his jobs nowadays. Word of mouth, perhaps directions to someone he could meet up with and negotiate things. Pickings were slim, but Sam was no choosing-beggar. He’d take what he could get if it meant potential work.

[mvximillixn]

The vicar who had approached the crowd rolled his eyes at the fuss they had caused, expression turning sour as he shooed them off after the peculiar male had pushed past and settled himself at the bar.  A sigh escaped him, arms folded across his chest as he watched the crowd of drunkards stumble out onto the streets.  Hadn’t they had anything better to do?  Perhaps even be out doing their jobs?

Law help them.

For a moment, the vicar had considered following them out.  Returning to his quaint little office and ignoring the dissolute, crumbling society around him.  Yet the stranger had captivated his attention.  He wasn’t from Edgewater, that much was obvious to Maximillian.  After all, the stranger lacked that distinctive look in his eyes.  He was not so numbed to the world that his eyes appeared as glass, nor was he so far gone that he had a feral look in his eyes.  Rather, he seemed rather mellowed, a tad pissed at the situation that he had just wandered out of, but nothing that stopped him from… whatever it was he had been doing.  And so he approached the bar, signalling the tender as he leaned against the scratched wood.

The tender had caught onto the stranger’s rumbled words, nodding as he prepared his drink.  He nodded to the vicar who had just approached the bar, mumbling to the stranger how the man of the cloth might know of an opportunity for someone like him. 

[fantasmalforce]

The wording of choice did not tickle Sam’s fancy. He felt his blood simmer for a moment, but only for a moment. After all, there was no point wasting precious energy getting angry over something that hardly should have mattered. Phrases like that were nothing new to him. He was considered the lowest of the low, less than human. Less than an animal even. He wasn’t worth much more than the saltuna they were packaging nearby. And he’d been reminded of this verbally and physically numerous times. There was so no reason for him to get so burnt up about it. Besides, he had more important things to focus in, like the portion of the statement that came before the insult. Opportunity.

Sam raised his head a bit. A man of the cloth? What were they called these days— vicars? What would a man of the cloth want? Leaning forward over his drink, Sam squinted a bit and kept his voice low and steady as he spoke, his tone hushed as he inquired about it. Truth be told, he’d never really paid any of these newer religions or their holy folk much attention. It was never a priority- finding some kind of faith. If there was some higher power out there, he would have thought it would have never allowed things to get this bad, or it would’ve killed him off a long time ago. The ideas of the OSI or Philosophists or whatever they were called never appealed to him. He could will himself to agree with either of their claims and had made his peace with the fact that the only one he could truly trust and rely on to help him was himself. But if there was reason to suspect that there was work to be found in one of these men of the cloth, Flotsam wasn’t about to let a little moral disagreement stop him from making a few bits.

“Mind pointing me in the direction of this man of the cloth?” His shoulder’s hunched a slight, and at his temporal, his whiskers wanted to flap out in curiosity, but he resists the urge to swish them, reaching up to tuck them and a stray strand of his hair behind his ear casually. “I’d be happy to help this... vicar, with whatever he needs.”

[selfsaving]

A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME  bc  who  needs  soft  kisses  when  you  can  have  This   !

(   send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like.   )

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  wanted.

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  allowed.

a  violent  kiss.

a  bloody  kiss.

a  lying  kiss.

a  kiss  as  a  warning.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  your  muse  gave  to  mine.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

a  kiss  accompanying  your  muse  injuring  mine.

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss.

a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

a   ‘  please  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’m  sorry  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.

a  kiss  to  gain  control.

a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

a  kiss  with  tears.

a  kiss  that  won’t  be  remembered.