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Changed my name again. This is the handle I use on DA, FA, and pretty much everything else now. 

[nyroua]

Vore

It is the ultimate submissive Fantasie, the ultimate devotion to the one you love.Sacrificing yourself just for the enjoyment of another creature. 

Engulfed in the soft moist flesh, feeling the slimy walls embrace you and the sounds of the guts lure you into a deep eternal sleep, becoming a part of what you once loved with all your heart.

a weird one but a interesting one.

[oldndiglesp-blog]

It's not always that. It's more interesting in the sense that we find pleasure from it in hundreds of different ways, you know? For me it's the hunt and the struggle of life and death. Fear and panic. Being helpless in the hands of a predator. Love has little to do with it.

It's just so dynamic from person to person, it's weird. And I love it . ^^

[stateria-deactivated20150531]

Calling all OCs

Reblog this if you are a Rper who uses a OC

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Curse the fels!!! Where in the burning depths did I put my pet?!

…

Ah, well. She’ll turn up sooner or later.

[oldndiglesp-blog]

FOUND HER!

Oh for… I told Zander not to light the candles. Now she’s all covered in wax! Cinnamon scented, too. Well, I hope she likes the smell because thanks to him she’ll be cinnamon scented for weeks. I better get her all cleaned up~

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Curse the fels!!! Where in the burning depths did I put my pet?! ... Ah, well. She'll turn up sooner or later.

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Bats. Why does it always have to be bats...

Last night I decided to venture halfway across the world to collect information on a potential threat to this lovely world of mine that I deem barely worth saving. I left the fortress in the capable hands of my apprentice, Tibalt, thinking to my self ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

Well, after a productive day trading secrets and cracking heads open for juicy details on this mysterious threat I returned to my temporary living quarters with a note delivered to me via arcane transport.

'Wonderful!' I thought. 'Tibsy is probably just checking in to see how how his master had done on his first day sifting through the scum of the earth looking for clues'

WRONG.

The note explained to me that the fortress had a little ‘bat problem.’ Oh no, not a flock of several. One large, feral, man eating, blood sucking Mauruvian Dusk Stalker! While the beast is not something I or Tibalt would normally be afraid of, having learned it had somehow gotten into the fortress unimpeded was troubling to say the least.

Oh, but it did nearly kill Aarius, my newest servant… Nearly. Horseshoes and shrapnel blast spells though, right? He’ll be fine. Ugh… Why couldn’t it have been Zander? At least it would have been for a good cause.

Right, well… Tibsy claims to have the situation under control but we’ll see when I get back. Another pet and another mouth to feed.

We’ll just have to figure out where that bat came from and more importantly how it got in my blasted fortress!

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Incompetence

Ah yes... Incompetence. I suffer it as much as I breath! As a man of such epochal age and wisdom, it's a wonder how I managed to endure it without going mad. I thought I would be able to survive by constructing my fortress in the heart of the Dead Lands and continue my work in solitude but circumstance has led me to hire a servant. One whose lack of common sense and respect for wisdom makes me wonder how he even lived as long as he has. Without getting into the fine details, the incompetent fool allowed my pet, Relli, steal an essence of flame from his reagent container. Instead of finding me and allowing me to handle the situation, the muddle-minded simpleton chased after her. CHASED! Now with a sense of urgency, and the fear of losing her new trinket, she rushed into my study. THE STUDY. The one with my most treasured finds and best tomes! One thing lead to another and the bastard ended up letting Relli break the essence marble. Now..., for those of you who don't know their elemental magic, this meant the fairly pissed off fire incarnation that I had sealed into enchanted glass for roughly 75 years was now free to torch the room I favored most. Thankfully, I had frost wards in the room to prevent elemental attacks from spreading throughout the fortress but that didn't save the contents of my study. But you know what it did manage to save? My servant. That's right! After causing damages that could warrant multiple deadly executions, the poor bastard manages to get out of it alive. I was so very tempted to freeze his blood and set his flesh aflame but I couldn't find it in me to do so. I still needed him... For reasons. He will spend the next three days working around the clock to repair my room and restore it's former glory. After that? I may just lone his body to alchemical research just to get him out of my hair for a bit. Ah, yes... Shia could use another test subject for her experiments.... I have a few phone calls to make.