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[theabyssalmuses-archived]

[ BB deletes your gacha save data  (ASMR) (18+) ] 

“ Hey....senpai...” A breathy whisper, accompanied by the quiet sounds of fingers tapping against a touch screen. Quiet, upbeat yet slightly distorted ‘bb-channel’ music can be heard playing in the background, though it’s very hard to hear. “I’ve noticed something that makes me reaaalllly sad.” She whispers again, drawing out the sounds as she leans ever closer into the microphone... 

“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time playing gacha lately...hahh..don’t you know how saaaad that makes your poor little kouhai bb-chaaan~?”  

It’s uncomfortable. The way she whispers, making sure to exaggerate each and every sound, the way breathy sound she makes as she speaks - the way the microphone picks up on even the slightest sounds, down to her breathing... 

Is this some kind of BB-chan torture? 

“ Look, look...look here, senpai.” The camera shifts. It’s slow- deliberately so- as the suspense, the tension that her voice had been building this entire time finally reaches a crescendo. In her hand was a device. 

A mobile phone. 

“This is it, rii~iight? Senpai’s naughty thing...haahh...” she’s doing it on purpose. breathing. so loudly. the sound fills the air, disrupting any and all focus one could have. “Ooouuhh...looky here~ *rkn*ghts... *zur L*ne.... H*nk** *mp*ct 3rd... waouw..~”  

She taps through them all, even the sound of the touch screen rumbling through the speakers. She giggles quietly, echoing around the room as she looks through each game. “Wow, senpai...you have some amazing units here...” She licks her lips, a disgusting sound that permeates the room so easily after amplification. Then, the rogue AI leans in closer to the mic, her quiet voice taking on a deeper tone.. 

“ Wouldn’t it be such a shaaaame if you lost it all?”  Her wicked grin is only punctuated by her quiet, unsettling giggle. It doesn’t stop. She just keeps giggling and giggling, a solid 30 seconds of quiet, uneasy giggling.  

And then...some typing. The gentle clickity-clack of a mechanical keyboard, coupled with her own gentle breathing...

“Mhhhm mhhmm~” She hums as she works, smiling the entire time. It’s torturous. 

There’s a quiet beep - a sign of the end.  “Aaaaaaaand done~” She whispers, satisfied. “I’ve deleted aaalll of senpai’s naughty, naughty data...so now you’ll have to spend more time with your beloved kouhai BB-chan...Tee hee~”  She leans in once more, closer than ever before, licking her lips in anticipation of her final message. With an almost disgusted look on her face she whispers directly into the microphone from point-blank range - ensuring that even the subtle inflections in her voice could be heard. 

“ I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Sen~pai.” 

[times-of-drought]

a post by @nerasnotes inspired me with an open tag for some

Unsolicited Writing Share

ignore the fact the open tag can be considered the solicitation! djkfsd. I bring a piece I drabbled for my story Firstborn Prince regarding Khael's and Razareth's first "proper" meeting >:^))) It is a little lengthy, I admit.

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Khael found the wizard far beyond the edges of camp. His typical entourage of elementals was absent, which calmed her nerves. She knew they were quite literally harmless, but they still caused her to feel unease. They were distinctly inhuman, but, at the same time, too humanlike for her to deem them akin animals.

He was crouched over something, his long robes covered in dust and dry foliage. He was... looking for something, among the leaves, twisting his head around, touching the ground with his hands.

– Hey, um... I brought you your rations. Captain's orders. – The small package was the typical assignment, identical to the one she received from the quartermaster. At least he’s not getting preferential treatment, well, besides from the fact she had to deliver it to him.

– Oh! – Visibly startled, he rose up from his vulnerable position. He took the item from her hand, inspecting it.  – Thank you. Truly. I've been... caught up, unfortunately.

– What are you even doing here? – She wondered how could he eat in that mask of his. It did seem segmented, so maybe he could move the part that obscured his mouth...? Maybe that's why he never came to meals... But then why not just take it off? Wizards are so secretive.

– Oh, that is... embarrassing. I am looking for an heirloom. – He rubbed his face (mask?) with his free hand.

– In the dry floor of the forest? Whose heirloom is it, a squirrels?

– No, no... In the morning, as dawn broke, I went out here with my close companions to weave. – Khael's good mood abandoned her. The vision that the man might have crafted spells right where she stood was... almost nauseating to her. – One of them lost their most prized possession. Once they realized, they asked me to retrieve it.

– Wait, why can't they look themselves? – Khael furrowed her brow, confused. – Can you even see anything in your mask?

– To answer your second question, it moderately obscures my vision, yes, but I cannot afford to unmask during the day. The garment is very secure and it would take too long for me to remove and apply it back for no reason. – His shoulders slumped.

– Oh, I see... – Well that was rather bleak. Khael couldn't imagine not being able function normally for days on end just because she had to protect her identity. Maybe wizards did have a valid reason for this secrecy…

– And for my close companion... well, in normal circumstances I would let them roam free and search by themselves, but... the men here do not take to them kindly. I cannot risk harm nor conflict involving my companions. The Captain has barred me from letting them leave sight of the camp unless we are weaving spells together.

– Oh... that seems... restrictive. – It was rather peculiar that he kept calling them his 'companions'. Everyone knew Falpian elementals were slaves, they could not disobey the will of their master. There was nothing dangerous about them, she wouldn't mind them roaming around. They didn't even speak to anyone besides the wizard and each other, and even when they did, it was only in falpian and the elemental languages.

On the other side, however, Khael was aware of superstitions and tales. She herself would not trust a roaming elemental, despite the facts. She felt compassion for the man.

– I could help you look? I don't really know what it looks like, but at least I can see? – She laughed.  

– Oh, that would be of utmost help, but I don't want to strain your good will. After all, you already brought me rations, and the loss is partially my fault.

– Don’t worry about it, I don't have many tasks today. – She smiled, hoping to assure the man. He wasn't that imposing, completely unlike the wizards she heard about and imagined. She couldn't believe one would dirty himself this much just to find his slave's item.

He gave a detailed description of the heirloom, it was an old jewellery piece made out of platinum. They spent quite a while searching for it in the foliage, but finally Khael noticed the metallic glint between the leaves and twigs. Triumphant, they departed for the camp.

– What is your name? You've extended a great kindness towards me. I wish to remember how to call you. – The wizard broke the silence, an inquisitive tilt to his head.

– Oh, uhm, I'm Khael. – She wasn’t particularly surprised that he didn’t know her. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to be making friends with him, but well, she also didn’t want to suddenly be rude.

– Thank you, Khael. Nice to meet you. I'm Raz. – He nodded his head and turned away. God, she hated that she couldn't read his face.

[doodlemeimpressed]

oh i see how it is

when girls in the media are “dirty” its “breaking sterotypes” and “interesting”

but when i do it its

“morgan youve been in your room for months” and “you havent showered in a week”

double standards

[corvosfursona]

OH MY FJSGFDJGDFJGSDJNVCNXCNVXCVNX<C

[ealgodotipo]

tste

[jankybones]

I’m looking back at some very old doodles from (early?) 2015 and wondering what the great googly shit I was smoking

[ruthdemoofins]

when anons try to make u drink the killian kool aid but u love neal more : : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[raivaryn]

Okay fine. HELLO

omf r u srs rn well ok the doubledare is commenced

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

[x] I’m sorry..

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

[x] No.