Sup everyone, I'm Moss. Back from the dead! This is my general gaming blog where I mostly shitpost. I love Bioware games, Mortal Kombat, Resident Evil, Call of Duty, The Sims, retro and indie PC games, many others. 29/F/USA. Same person as VTM blog @vampemoqueen
Hello hello! After hanging out on my other Tumblr account for like 3 years now (@vampemoqueen if you like VTM content), I want to get back to my general gaming account! I'm looking to meet and follow new ppl so if you like any of these things, comment and follow so I see your stuff. I love Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Mortal Kombat, Resident Evil, Call of Duty, The Sims, Dead by Daylight, retro and indie PC games, many others.
Out of those, I'm going to follow RE and CoD more since they're more recent, but still tag me if you cover anything else. Let’s goooooooo.
Tumblr did not like my anatomy sketches, so I sadly cannot share them with you...
These color studies are the only other works I have finished (more or less). Sorry because they aren't really good and lack a lot of detail, but I really don't have anything else to post :(
It’s been a while since I made a post on MK. I need to get to playing Aftermath and get all the DLC characters. Mileena looks sick as hell. Also, what’s his community’s consensus on Aftermath? I spoiled myself but I dunno what to feel about it
How the MK kast reacts to Reader seeing them NSFW Part Dos
Wow, more than 100 Likes on the last post! That’s the most I’ve ever had on this blog. Thank you so much guys! I’m glad you like me fooling around with writing as much as I do. I always like a bit of controlled chaos in a fandom. I’ve been feeling stuck lately coming up with ideas so I don’t have a lot to contribute for now. I was able to write a few more for this prompt though.
This time it’s Ladies Night! Cetrion, D’vorah, Frost and Jacqui are up.
Check below the cut for written nudes
Cetrion
It is barely sunrise when you notice your medallion from across the room blink and glow in a bright white light. The medallion was given to you a long time ago, made to represent your dedication towards your patron, the Elder God Cetrion. You had it on you for years but expected nothing to come out of it until now. You hear nothing but you feel a pervasive buzzing inside your ears. A series of unconscious thoughts flow through your mind. “Come child. Follow your heart and the medallion to me. I beckon you to my presence.” You hold it in your hands and stare into it intently, watching the light dance around the grooves, flowing towards a certain direction. You understand that it's trying to guide you to somewhere. You navigate a few miles by foot until it is midday, and you are lost in a deep forest. The medallion has ceased to guide you in a certain direction; Now only the jewel in the middle is shining brightly. Feeling overwhelmed, you search around you in a circle, pushing bushes and branches around until you see a different reaction from the medallion. Finally, you see a path of freshly grown flowers that lead you to what you are seeking. You see your patron god Cetrion in the middle of an open area of grass. She is in the shape and size of a tall woman, considerably taller and larger than you are, but not enough to appear inhuman. She's lying in a brushed over bed of grass, bare skinned with nothing but flowers in her hair. “You are here. I have been expecting you. Come lie with me.” She beckons you with her fingers. Nervously you approach her bed and kneel by her side. You are mystified and awestruck of seeing the woman you worshiped for years in the flesh. Unsure of what to do, you close your eyes and bow your head gracefully. “My lady, it honors me to be in your presence,” you spurt out awkwardly. “Have no fear, child. I have left the heavens momentarily to be by your side.” She caresses your cheek and wipes your eye open, giving you the command to look upon her face. “You have proven yourself worthy to become one with your God. Now come. Disrobe and lie with me.” Without question or hesitation, you disrobe and take your place in her grass bed. You only touch her when she holds you in her arms and wraps you around with her vine-like hair. She hugs you tight against her bosom and you bury yourself in them, letting her warmth and light overtake you.
D'Vorah
For D'vorah, nudity doesn't mean sans clothing like it does for humanoids. In place of clothes or man-made armor, she is protected by her exoskeletons and carapaces. While humans see what they think is her “bare skin”, it is merely a single layer of protection covering many other layers, so no one has truly seen what she considers being naked. Until of course, you come along. You walk into her hive covered in the essence of her children so you wouldn't be seen as a hostile entity. She sent you a message beforehand requesting your help in a dire situation. You expect to see her wounded or injured, but instead you see her on the ground, in the middle of molting her old exoskeleton. You see her half stuck from the waist down into her old piece, while her top half is struggling to pull herself out. Her inner skin is bright blue like her blood and her upper half is humanoid. You even see mounds on her chest resembling human breasts with nipples. She hisses loudly and spits acid in your direction. “Don't stare at me, filthy human! Get behind the cover!” You quickly make your way behind a room divider and land yourself onto a chair she had prepared for you. “I'm sorry for looking, I was just-” you told her. “I don't want your excuses! Just hear what I have to say.” You spend the rest of your time there behind the divider, hearing her strained voice and sounds of nauseating bodily struggle. You leave quickly after receiving your assignment, never looking back. You don’t know if she got out of there during the talk, and you don’t know if you want to know.
Frost
She doesn't have a human body anymore. Not since becoming a cyborg in service of Kronika. The only human parts of her left are her brain and sections of her spine. She sometimes has painful phantom sensations in the places where her human body parts should have been. More painfully, she has a serious case of body dysphoria from having to switch between many robot bodies with different shapes and levels of sensation. She's not sure what she's supposed to feel or supposed to look like anymore. She gets by without losing her sanity by having you continuously design her new robot bodies. With you, she discusses and goes into details about her fantasies of how her ideal body would look, what the measurements should be, how small or large the bust should be, the height of certain limbs, so on. She lets you deal with the boring technical details like where her cybernetic implants should go and what the inner tech design should be. The two of you have cycled through many designs and body types, only for her to become unhappy after a time and ask you to make another design. This time, she asks for a unique idea. “Make me a naked girl body.” She demands of you. “You mean, like a bare skeletal body?” You ask her dumbfoundedly, thinking of only the technical aspect. “No! I mean like, make me look like a real human girl again. You know, like, make a... sex robot or something.” She palms her face and shakes her head in embarrassment as soon as she hears what she just said. You continue to listen at her without judgment. “Not because I want to- Well, you know what I mean! Help me out here, doc. Please” She's exasperated but you can infer what she wants. You nod your head approvingly. “You want a body with human like skin and features. I understand.” She smiles and nods frantically before the two of you go into design details. A week later, you bring her into the workshop to showcase your latest creation. You pull the curtain to reveal a naked human form factor that's remarkably like her old body. You had the idea to take details from her old body intake form for direct reference, thinking she might appreciate it. And she did, she jumps around and shouts in excitement. “I have to try this on. Now!” You nod and call a robotic arm to bring her in for transfer. She wakes up shortly after the procedure to witness herself in the body in front of a large mirror. She takes her time caressing her skin all over, which is obviously not real but made of a similar feeling material. She squeezes parts of her body that aren't solid like her buttocks and her breasts (as per her request) and sighs in satisfaction. She exercises and rotates some of her joints, upon which she frowns. “It's not totally human like. I still feel like a robot.” She tells you disappointingly. “I couldn't meet all of your requests. I took out a lot of components as we discussed, but I couldn't let you be completely defenseless.” You tell her calmly. She looks at you blankly before replying, “Sure, whatever. ” You stay with her as you watch her go back to admiring herself and gushing about the clothes she wants to put on her new body.
Jacqui Briggs
You're nervous, sitting in a chair in Jacqui's quarters. When she called you over to meet in private, you thought she would chew you out for a workplace-related failure. But when you reached her room, she assured you there was nothing wrong, and she wanted to give you a surprise. Then she winked and shoved you towards a chair while she went behind a curtain. It's been a few minutes and all you hear is ruffling, shifting objects, and an occasional mutter from Jacqui. You have no idea what could be behind there and you spend the time brainstorming possibilities in your head. What's behind here; a congratulatory gift basket? A shiny new weapon? A puppy? Could be anything, really. You're equally flattered and confused why she would take the effort to reward you outside of an official ceremony. “I'm all set! You ready?” She said loudly from behind the curtain. It made you jolt and took you out of your head space. “Whenever you're ready, Jacqui!” As if on command, she swings the curtain open clumsily, taking three pulls to spread them fully open. You see what she wants to show you and... wow. Your mouth is completely ajar and you're speechless. She presents herself to you in a lacy maroon bodysuit that's sheer enough to reveal her most private areas. She's holding an uncharacteristically posh pose, with one hand on her tilted hip and the other raised above the mirror next to her. Her hair is tied up with a golden hair tie and her face is heavily painted in sensual makeup. She's holding an awkward smile, making kissy faces and winking at you. It's clear to you that this is not her usual style and that she wanted to try something new for you. She seems nervous, and she's trying hard to look good. You smile and approach her to hug her. “Aww, babe. You don't have to do all of this to impress me. I think you're sexy just the way you are.” She loosens up in your arms and hugs back. “I know, hun. I just wanted to try something different. Break the mold, you know?” You look at her and nod. “This wasn't Cass' idea, was it?” She purses her lips. “All she did was hand me a copy of Cosmo.” You smile again and softly kiss her lips. “Did you read up on any good sex tips while you were at it?”
