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[stxrvingsin]

@particlecreator | a perpetual feeling. | ⚠ STARTER

"In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling."

Ruin plagued every major city on Earth. The efforts to stop the Invincible variants did nothing, their strength far superior to any resource or hero that could be found on the planet. And yet, the only one that could do something about it — and the main reason they had been sent here, did not appear yet. The different variants regrouped above the equivalent of their house, soon to notice how many of them were missing. Sinister had become bored of this invasion and of obeying Angstrom’s orders already. He wanted to move on to different universes, with enemies that would hopefully be more worth his time. As he was about to stop the masked Invincible from speaking, a flicker of pink interrupted the conversation. Masked — or his head, collapsed against the ground with a wet thud. His body followed suit, the rest of them witnesses, unable or unwilling to intervene. The reactions differed. The initial shock was shared. The weaker ones immediately fled whilst some threw curses at the air or clenched their fists. Others got excited at the prospect of a challenge. Sinister fell into the last category, intrigued by how someone from Earth could smite a viltrumite with such ease. In retrospect, the color of the flash should have given the identity of the culprit away. While the rest argued with each other, he turned around following the direction of the projectile. His crossed arms didn’t move an inch, the yellow cape following the movement. Eve.  She stood a few feet away from them, floating above the ground as well. Her outfit didn’t resemble this world’s Atom Eve’s at all. Neither did the expression she wore. A variant, just like them. Annoyance rose within Sinister. Angstrom. Of course. That worm would dare betray his word, he should have killed him — nevermind. He would have plenty of time to deal with him. For now, he had far more important matters to focus on. His stare zeroed in on her as he tilted his head. Dissecting. Analyzing. Studying her. In the blink of an eye, he flew to stand before her. He wanted a chance to get acquainted with her alone before the rest of his team stopped bickering. She wouldn’t last much once that happened. “... I don’t remember you ever saying hi.”

[fallesto]

The countryside was a stark contrast to the bustling Royal Capital. The smell of fresh grass and the distant sound of a stream washed over him as he trotted along the well-worn dirt path. His hooves thudded rhythmically against the ground, sending up little clouds of dust with each stride.

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and the occasional farmhouse that dotted the landscape. As he traveled, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace that was rarely found in the city. The wind ruffled his mane and tail, and he could feel the strength in his equine body. It was strange, yet oddly familiar.

The townsfolk looked up from their work as he approached, their expressions a mix of awe and fear. They had heard tales of the legendary knight who could vanquish monsters with a single swing of his sword. Now, here he was, a majestic steed, passing through their village.

Children whispered among themselves, pointing at the gleaming armor that still adorned him, despite his new form. The adults offered nods of respect, recognizing the emblem of the Royal Guard upon his flank. He had hoped the transformation would allow him to move more freely, unnoticed, but his reputation had a way of preceding him, it seemed.

As he moved further from the village, the path grew narrower and the trees began to close in around him. The shade was welcome, cooling his body after the long ride from the city.

He took a moment to appreciate the serenity of the woods, the rustling of leaves, and the gentle hum of insects. His heightened senses picked up the scent of a nearby clearing and the faint sound of running water. His horse instincts took over, and he found himself drawn to the promise of a refreshing drink. As he sensed another horse, he merely ignored it.

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[thuganomxcs]

Hmmm, caught him in a lie, but she's a pretty girl, one of the hottest considering not many females shared their majors in construction. “S’not my fault yer hot Red. But fine fine, I know when someone’s got me. Ya know…if we worked hard enough I’m pretty sure you’ll be the first good grade I’d get t’ the highest grade.” Yusuke had been a C student at best, between investigating the supernatural and paranormal ontop of school work it’s a real miracle some times.

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[iobartach]

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In contrast to his opponent, Miguel narrowed the gap between then at a leisurely pace, more unhurried walk than brisk run as he moved along the corridor towards the tossed hero. No effort was made to maintain a official count, but by his own reckoning-- as well as the amount of crimson staining his claws and both forearms --he had scored her flesh more than once, the latest being their worst exchange so far.

"You're still breathing?" Feigning surprise, beneath his mask, his expression constricted, displeased not by her continued ability to breathe, but by the matter of what organisation had called her in to assist. A quick guess pointed the finger at his old boss, with Cecil being a man he would jump at the chance to permanently part from this mortal coil, but he imagined the Order wouldn't take kindly to such an action. So for now, he would settle for dealing with the GDA's latest attack dog instead.

One step, then two, then three, and he's brought within grasping distance of the heroine, covered visage giving nothing away as she hissed and glared, piled the sum total of her ire upon his monstrous head. It almost merited comment, if it hadn't been for the manifestation of her weapon, and how it constricted around his midsection faster than he could react!

"Ugh! D-Damn you!" The initial binds provided a tough challenge, but it was merely the start as soon, with a further application of her abilities, what was once considered tough was made infinitely stronger, such that, unable to support his own weight any longer, a bound Spider drops to his knees, just in time for his ears to be plied with the kind of drivel espoused by other heroes that proclaimed to protect this nation, and beyond.

"Hah. Really? Why am I not surprised that that's what you would come up with?" A vulgar retort, that fails to garner any sort of reaction as Miguel shifts his focus to his restraints. Testing the limit with subtle flexes of arm and shoulder muscles, the pink bands refused to shift; except when, with a grunt, he pressed against the sides with both arms. Maybe he wasn't done for yet!

"Maybe I should aim for your throat next, shut you up for a while." Or at the very least, incapacitate her. That way, he could get back to his original mission; pillaging this facility for supplies that were not otherwise found on the regular market.

[mugenao]

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𝐀𝐇,  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌     —     the  mere  mention  of  sweets  seemed  to  stoke  his  enthusiasm,  nurturing  it  from  a  glimmering  ember  into  a  proper  flame,  alight  within  eyes  of  seemingly  infinite  cerulean.  ❝   Then  it’s  decided!   ❞   His  fervent  declaration  was  punctuated  by  a  clap  of  his  hands,  a  cheerful  expression  settling  across  his  half-hidden  features.  

❝   Flowers  to  drown  in,  sweets  until  our  stomachs  ache,  and  ridiculously  fancy  outfits     —     we’re  doing  it  properly.   ❞   With  zestful  energy,  Satoru  pushed  himself  upright  from  his  sprawl  across  the  sofa  cushions.  ❝   And  lucky  you…  I  happen  to  know  the  perfect  place.   ❞   

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[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

Eve inhaled sharply as she pushed Molly against the boxes between the two tents. The show had just started not too long ago, and she would need to be on deck in a couple of acts, but first, she wanted to play a little bit. Smirking up at the tiefling, she hummed before rolling her hips to grind on his thigh as her fingers caressed some loose strands of hair behind his ear before grabbing his horns. "Molly, don't you want a treat, darling?"

Molly does not fight it. In fact, he seems thrilled with her demanding behavior. His tail swipes out to push against a certain box that nearly falls over from the force, carefully pushing it back into the place to prevent them from being discovered.

It simply would not do if their fun ended so soon, would it? She's got some time before she has to go out there, there are a few acts before her, and he can hear the oo and awws from the crowd that lets him know that the likelihood of them being discovered is very low.

Still, there's a certain thrill in the possibility.

Her shameless and desperate action stirs arousal within him, his body reacting to her that has him wanting to grind his cloth covered cock against her and so he gives into that feeling, especially when she grabs his horns.

His hands grasp at her waist to tug on her and pull her closer so that her body molds against his and she can feel just how hard for her he is, "When that treat is as sweet as you, my dear? How could I possibly refuse?"

[natureswarden]

@particlecreator replied: "Maybe nearly scaring people to death put you on the naughty list last year. Or eating all the berries?"

" I never eat all the berries, and anyone I frightened as a bear were not intentionally targeted. They stumbled upon me conducting my responsibilities as a warden of nature. Perhaps those I scared should consider learning to understand bears and the rest of the Oak Father's creations to ameliorate their fears of such beasts. "

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“isn’t that the thing? you’ve said it yourself: you were a teenager,” the gaze of THE HUNTRESS narrowed; it did not waver in the heat of the tension. “so why the hell are you still PUNISHING that kid like you could’ve miraculously known better?”

“do you think you can measure yourself against your MISTAKES and come out ahead? or are you trying to find your redemption in the GRAVE?” in defiance; hands on hips. “you don’t become good enough; dead heroes don’t get second chances.”