The menacing blackness above my toilet would scare me shitless but ok.
LETS FIND THAT RUBBERY BOY.
Oh no, I wonder what
I think thats close enough mate
Also, why are YOU the one looking so horrified? XD
Don't skip leg day kids
Gave him a tour :]
OKAYYY MADE FRIENDS W HIM. His name is Daniel now.
UUHH
Overall, I loved the game :]. The artstyle I have already praised, but I tried playing it a couple times more, and our choices really affected the ending and Dans feelings. Being mean to him was so hard :[
Meruem held a book in his hands, his back propped up against the throne he stole and his arm on the armrest. The book he held had a grey cover, dark and light yet not eligible from this far away.
You sat down on the floor, still trying to figure out how to play a complicated board game Pitou was letting you win at. To say you weren't the best was an understatement. You bit your lip and thought deeply about your next move, should you place an archer on your towers or a general on the 4-4-1 square? You didn't know, either way Pitou would be able to take out your troops but would let you win anyway.
So you simply placed down the archer after a long time thinking, Pitou immediately placing down another archer in a bad spot. You could tell she knew how to play the game, and you knew she could wipe your ass on the floor if she wanted to, but she wouldn't. She didn't want you to loose even if you wanted to. So now you played to loose as well, trying to see who can loose the worst.
Neferpitou glanced up at you through her curly white hair, her scarlet eyes twinkling at the slight smirk on your lips. Her cat like lips curled upwards at your expression. "Nyow I understand." Her large clawed hand placed a tower on the board.
You have her a questioning look, turning your eyes to the board you almost choked on the outcome. She placed a single token and now she won. Yet in your head she lost, I guess she's even better at loosing than you.
"I thought I had you that time." You commented, letting the rest of your tokens fall to the board. "Yet you beat me at loosing."
It was almost funny how her smile widened. The both of you knew the game you were playing, yet she always came on top. You sighed and stretched your arms behind you. "I think I'm done for today, Pitou."
"Nya, that's fine." They knew you liked it when they talked casually with you, none of the bowing or titles for you. Still they would do some of it, Pouf more so than the others.
Her large, clawed hands began to put up the board, you would've helped but you knew she wouldn't let you. She quickly finished and walked off to put it wherever they stored the boards.
You leaned back on the pillow you sat on, hands behind your back keeping you up. A shiver ran down your spine and forced you to freeze, he must be watching you. You shifted you gaze to the monster on the throne, his full attention on you.
Meruem closed his book and placed it on the armrest with a small smirk on his face. You shivered again at the look on his face, it couldn't be good. Swallowing the growing clump of spit in your throat, you fought back the urge to get up and run. "Wh-What?"
He hummed and stood from the golden throne, his tail thrashing excitedly. That only meant one of a few things... and you didn't like either. "Come with me."
The green Chimera Ant crossed his arms and wondered past you. The suffocating feeling surrounding him started to dissipate, but you knew better than to keep him waiting.
You sat up and begrudgingly followed him through the long, marble corridors. His back was turned to you and with the windows wide open it framed his form in a warm glow. It was almost otherworldly to see this angle on him, like a gorgeous oil painting in the making.
Meruem turned to face you, his hand taking your own and pulling you into the master bedroom once used by the countries supreme ruler. Now it was used for the world's conquer. His lean frame pulled you in and lifted you in his arms bridal style. The glow on his smooth yet stern features making him all the more beautiful.
But you could only admire him so much before facing the reality of the situation, you were his prisoner and he was your captor.
The Chimera Ant wondered over to the bed and placed on it's plush, silky covers. He snaked his way above you, the dangerous smirk now turned into a sadistic smile. "I've been waiting for a moment like this. You and me tangled between the sheets and the mattress." His hand moved from beside your head to your cheek, gently caressing the flesh. "It has been a while hasn't it?" The creature purred next to your ear.
"Get off of me, Meruem." Your hands found their way past his vest and onto his chest, pushing as much as possible. He humored you a bit and made it seem as if you were strong enough, actually gaining some distance between the two of you.
There was hope, you thought, maybe you could actually push him away this time? Again you pushed his chest in hopes you could last another minute, but the flame was snuffed out as quickly as it was ignited.
His arm snaked around your waist and the other was placed harshly on your thigh. His lips buried themselves in your neck and immediately he started his onslaught. Taking small nibbles on your sensitive flesh until you involuntarily moaned. You could feel his lips against your neck curl in satisfaction.
He bit down on the spot, quickly replacing the painful action with licking and sucking the area. Your small yelp turned into suppressed moans.
A leg found its way between yours, rubbing on your lower half for some much needed attention. You began to melt within his grasp, your hips shifting to get more friction.
Meruem pulled his head back and assaulted your pink lips by biting down on your lower lip. "You're so needy, you try and push me away but you love how I touch you." You gasped at his actions, him being more forward than you remember him ever being. He took the opportunity to slide his slick muscle in, tangling his tongue with yours in a forbidden dance.
You bit his tongue as hard as you could manage, earning the king to pull back with a small hiss. "Shut up, I don't care about you." You spat back, but you both knew it was a slight lie. You love how he touched you, your body being touch deprived by being stuck in his palace for so long. But him, you hated him.
His large hand roughly grabbed you jaw while his barbed tail poked threateningly at you side. "I'm in a good mood, (y/n), don't ruin it." The spikes of his navy blue aura was enough to shape you up again. The suffocating feeling you presented on your face a beautiful sight for Meruem.
You bit back insults and threats, knowing you will only make it worse. He almost killed you once before because he was in a bad mood.
With a devilish smirk painted on his face, Meruem resumed his exploration of your body, his face burying itself within the flesh between your breasts. He hummed, the long slick muscle from his mouth licking a long strip up to your jaw line.
His four fingered hands traced upwards to your chest, grabbing the mounds and kneeding them. His forefingers and thumbs taking hold of your nipple and twisting it within his grasp.
You mewled, almost painfully, as he continued. Your back arched when he decided to pinch them a little too hard. The rutting of his leg keeping you writhing under his touch.
Meruem smirked at your face, the blood rushing to your cheeks. "I love that look...." His tone was laced in lust. The smooth voice pitched from his growing obsession.
Deciding this was enough foreplay, the Chimera Ant used his thick, needled tail to rip off the thin dress you wore. You tried to cover up your body, as if he wasn't touching you already, but he didn't want that. Instead his left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, the other hand ripping off your bra and grabbing your now bare breast.
You mewled again, this time from the skin to skin contact. It felt so nice, two warm bodies sharing their warmth. You hated the feeling.
Meruem used his tail to replace his leg, now prodding your sensitive nub through your underwear. Quickly he found that lack luster so he tore off your underwear and used his right hand to please you.
You loudly moaned, your head being thrown back from the friction. He chuckled at your actions in a sadistic way. He obviously took pleasure in seeing you writhe from his touch.
His tail thrashed excitedly behind him while one of his fingers pushed itself inside your soaked cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your walls sucking him in, the idea of you being pleased by him exciting him even more.
You could hear the chitin plates over his crotch begin to shift and snap out of place. The large muscle coated in a aphrodisiac like slime presenting itself in all its glory. His erection was large and inhumane. Ridges following his tip down to his base while small bead like indents were on the top side.
Still he kept thrusting his thick finger into you, the appendage curling and moving inside. You let out a long, drawn out moan as he curled his finger on a sensitive area. The king smirked at your noises, his body shivering as he soaking in them. "Keep making those noises... god I love them."
Your body began to shake from the stimulation. You could feel your climax creeping closer as he kept up his thrusts. Before you could taste the sweet release he pulled his finger out, lapping up the juices coated on his appendage. "I love the way you taste, (y/n)."
Your breath caught itself within your throat, he never uses your name... not unless he is serious about something. Not unless he was going to do something bad.
Meruem roughly places his hands on your hips, his body dipping lower until his face was flush with your dripping entrance. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up to your abused nub. Once more he shivered at the taste.
The sweet nectar causing him to roll his eyes back in ecstasy, like he was already on the verge of climaxing. The licking sped up, the grip of your hips becoming a painful reminder on how powerless you were.
Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes at the thought. You would never truly escape this hell he put you through would you? No matter how hard you tried to push him a way he won't let you go, they won't let you go.
Your moans started to get sloppy, his licking and nibbling getting faster and faster. Your writhing being kept in place by his bruising grip. You shot your head back when you finally had enough, the pleasure too overwhelming for you to try and hold it back. Liquid ecstasy rushed through your body like lightning, the greedy Chimera Ant lapping at all you can give. The disgustingly satisfying slurps almost killing you to sleep.
Despite his sadistic nature he never really denied you an orgasm, always wanting you to get your fair share of lust.
Meruem gave off a lustful yet contempt hum and leaned back to meet your gaze. His breath tickled your lips as a ghost's kiss would, the romantic gesture bringing a new found feat into your soul. The King's grin stretched unnaturally across his face, his eyes small slivered filled with a dark desire.
His large hands lifted your hips up, his pelvis alleging dangerously with your own. Through beyond tired out, you glanced down at the twitching, slick muscle prodding your entrance.
You meekly places your now free hands upon his toned chest. "Me-Meruem, don't." You pleaded.
Either he ignored you or he was becoming too primal to hear you. He sank his teeth deeply into the side of your neck, a low growl emitting from his throat. Without a warning he sheathed his entire length deep within your soaking cunt.
You gasped at both the pain shooting through your neck and your lower half. He didn't care about how you felt now, his moans twisting into feral growls as his rough pace continued without remorse.
The slime coating his member began to take effect, the pain from his thickness now turning into deep pleasure. His inhuman thrusts shot pleasure each time his rigid under-length scraped against your inner walls. The top sided beads rubbed against your clit every time he pulled out and pushed back in. His head pushing and slamming against you crevix bringing waves of painful lust through your spine.
His feverish thrusts brought stars into your vision. Each time he pushed all the way into you you swore he'd knock you into another life. The sickeningly pleasurable sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, incoherent moans and feral growls acting as background noise to your immeasurable pleasure.
Meruem's hands slid from your hips and snaked around your waist. He hoisted you up to get a better angle, now pounding you in a seating position. Your breasts bounced at each thrust, your breathing echoing your feverish heat.
The King's pace quickened and his thrusts began to be sloppy. Your moans edged him on, closer and closer as his teeth sank into your neck once more. His tongue lapped up the quickly bruising area, blood soaking his tongue.
"Ke-Keep going!" You pleaded, his aphrodisiac covered cock pulling you into his embrace. His embrace of pleasure. "I-I'm gonna-!"
You whipped your head back and let out a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly against his still grinding member.
Meruem growled into your neck, his cock grinding almost painfully against your tightening walls. Liquid pleasure leaked down your thighs, merging with the slime like liquid from his body. The slaps became louder from the sloppy mess you two made.
With one final thrust he pushed in as hard as he could, his large member pushing past your crevix and into your womb. Thick strings of cum coated your inner walls, sticking into your womb as it filled it perfectly.
The warmth between your legs began to slowly drip past his length despite him burying himself into you fully.
Meruem heaved and put you against the bed, his heavy chest pushing you flush against his own. His grin loosened into a pleased expression, his deep purple eyes staring into your soul in almost an intimate way.
There was little room for words, you being pushed farther than you were currently conditioned to. The pleasure of being pulled into a drugged like state started to fade away as he pulled out. The last remaining wave of his cum leaking onto the bed sheets.
"You did so well, as always." Meureum commented, his hands tracing up and down your body in a massaging way. "I love you... so so much."
He pulled your limp body close to his, pulling you with him as he leaned against the pillows. You would have fought back if you weren't so tired, maybe snapped at him with a snarky remark, yet your voice was broken from crying out so much. Instead you did your best to relax under his affectionate touch, letting your mind fade into a dream like state.
"I promise to take care of you, all of us have. Sooner or later, you won't fight back."
If you ever feel like you’re getting worn down, just know that this is a sunflower post fall frost. Post about 4 fall frosts actually. Keeps going, my dear.
Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
Good evening. It is I, Olga. I have traveled far and wide throughout your puny universe and I stumbled upon this blog. And I have only one question and one question only. what in the holy fuck is a hotdog? You see I have no tastebuds and well while I have had no urges for anything really something overtook me and I became more human and desire for only one thing. Hotdogs. Please explain in great detail of how they taste. Of what they are. Enlighten me mortal.
1. Olga, I gotta know, as you seem to be an immortal galaxy traveling creature, is Olga your actual name or just something you figure us mere humans can actually physically say? Either way, love the name.
2. Congrats on learning to curse, it will come in handy in the future.
3. Hot dogs are a type of sausage, traditionally made with ‘leftover meats’ and often spiced (somehow or maybe, depending on the will of the divine that day). Nowadays they have the ever loving beejesus processed out of them, are slammed into packages in multiples of two starting around number six, and then set in nice pieces of fancy bread we buy solely to feel better about eating the weird garbage food.
I recommend trying all beef hot dogs first or hot dogs with cheese in them to get the best experience. Also, experiment with condiments, the things people put on top of the garbage sausage. I recommend the yellow thing called mustard.
4. All beef polish dogs are actually the best in my opinion. If you can, go to Costco and get one. You will not be disappointed.
May I request prompt 19 with any chimera ant character you want to write ?
How dare you give me this much power!? You have doomed us all! ~ <3
#19) "Is it so hard to love me?"
Meruem sat down on his golden throne with a book glued to his hand, was he looking into another language again? You didn't know and frankly you didn't care all too much.
You were sat down on the chair Shaiapouf usually resided in, your hand stuck in your lap as you eyed the throne room with little interest. In the background the aforementioned Chimera Ant played his violin to pass the time. Pouf's wings flutterd gracefully around his form, framing both him and the marble floors of the palace in a rainbow glow.
Menthuthuyoupi stood near the entrance of the throne room, his back to the door frame and his arms crossed over his chest. His crimson skin gleamed against the setting sun, his face clearly showing how focused he was on whatever that may be. Possibly thinking about where to hunt for food tonight.
You turned your head back to Meruem, his eyes locking with your own. You didn't expect him to be staring at you, honestly hoping he would ignore you for the night. Though that was probably wishful thinking, when the sun goes down he typically brings you to the watch tower to soak in the dying light.
He stared at you with dull, unblinking eyes. Anxiety rose into your throat, if you were alone you might have thrown up. The background noise Pouf was providing dimmed down as it reached its finally, suffocating you in the silence of your pounding heartbeat.
Meruem took a quick look at his book and shut it. He stood and walked over to your sitting form, crouching down in front of you with a dangerous wry smile. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.
Meruem places his arms under your legs and back and hoisted you off the floor, holding you gently in a bridal style hold. Leaving the throne to room and to the balcony, he jumped and scaled the walls to the watch tower.
In the golden light of the dying sun, the cat like Chimera Ant sat on the tower's edge, making sure no one would wonder in to harm you. Once Meruem made it up he waved her away, Pitou smiling, bowing, then jumping off to god knows where.
Now you were alone with the monster you had learned to "love" you. The king sighed and sat down on the tower's edge, one knee up to rest his elbow on. You know what he was waiting for, he didn't even need to look at you to understand.
So you walked over and sat down across from him. The corners of his lips tugged upwards slightly, his eyes glued on the star disappearing behind the horizon. Meruem's body was coated in an ethereal, fiery glow, and his eyes—oh those gorgeous, purple eyes. You loved them, but that didn't change who hey belonged to, an unnatural eye color for an unnatural creature.
The king requested your hand with his own, but you couldn't help but hesitate. Finally he turned to look at you, the chitin along his neck slightly rubbing against each other. "Is it so hard to love me?" His voice echoed in the stone structure.
"Y-Yes." Your voice cracked under his gaze, it always had. Still, you rarely hesitated to say what was on your mind. You knew the consequences of speaking as such, but you also knew they cared for you too much to kill you. Besides it seemed he to like it when you do, maybe.
Meruem hummed and turned his head back to the show. The sun had finally reached its end, the indigo and navy blue sky replacing the once golden lands. Darkness replaced the light, the small shimmers from the thousands of stars littering the sky above. "Do you hate me? Them?"
Your eyes were still glued to his form, just waiting for him to reveal some form of fury. "Not exactly... no, but I won't even love any of you."
"Say as you wish, you'll eat those words eventually, my dear human." The king's resolve was clear, you were his prisoner and you had no choice in the matter. He, as well as the royal guard, would keep you even after death.
You swallowed the spit building up in your throat, it felt as if you were swallowing a stone. You turned you head and stared longingly into the night sky and the far away horizon. The picture painted in front of you seemed so similar to your situation, light being taken and replaced by darkness. But the stars, the stars gave you hope. A hope you would cling onto.
