Imagine being an elf living on Ruin and you get TF'd into a bunnygal and now you gotta deal with this ultra long ears that can almost touch the floor

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Imagine being an elf living on Ruin and you get TF'd into a bunnygal and now you gotta deal with this ultra long ears that can almost touch the floor
16 for the ask game!!! :)
16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?
Oh this is an amazing question. I should read all questions of games before reblogging tbh but I like following the scientific method of fuck around and find out.
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Fun fact: once your biolumi fluid has reached its maximum luminescence, it will be less susceptible to contamination due to the competitiveness of the microorganisms and will retain its light in the open for a few hours
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#partyideas
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Now that you're checking your biolumis, if they seem less bright than usual, check the nutrient powder. I busted an operation in which they adulterated it with sand a few days ago
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Recently I came across a post that affirmed the Larean cult of the sea was planted by the Ancients and does not predate the cultural genocide. That is completely false and lacks any sort of cultural awareness. The cult of the sea stands as the oldest tradition of both continents and it is theorized that its origins can be traced to the reverence for the creation of life inside the womb. Water has been associated with fertility for thousands of years for this same reason. The evolution of the belief was its development into
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BAD MORNING TO PEOPLE WITH TWO WORKING LEGS
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Do you think wishing other people bad will make your existence better? Shame on you. What about people with two working legs and other disabilities, do you wish them suffering too?
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Buy a dictionary and open it by the letter "j". Go on to "o", then "k", then "e"
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@mychemicalfuckyou @oswald-stringplucker the block button is right there
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[Image ID: a dimly lit picture of an enormous ruined door]
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[Image ID: a hand holding a robotic leg above the creature it has been yanked off of]
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[Image ID: a red haired man in a lab coat pictured from behind. He is sitting on the edge of a ledge, writing in a notebook]
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#reference #art inspiration
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"I'll teach teenagers", I said
"It will be easy", I said
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It would be if you didn't steal their candy calling it "a tax so they learn for the day they have to cross the sea"
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What are you, the police?
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I will protect the kids from op's extortion :D
Emperor Dragon from Ruinverse.
Fun fact
Snau is short even for a rabbitfolk
This is due to her Lichmark leeching some nutrients from her body, mainly her bones causing stunted skeletal growth
Effects of a lichmark also slightly dulls one's emotions and senses as well as causes random surges of necrotic energy and magic
However after a surge and the buildup gone allows the lichmark's emotions to normalize for a short time
Snau reached up a touched the wet spot on her head where the rock had hit her coaxing her to turn to look at her assailant to see a rabbit boy a bit older than herself, maybe around 10 or 11 but she couldn't say for certain, she didn't even know her name, but he seemed to know everything about her or at least he thought he did. He knew that her sister Mocha left with her friends to explore a new dungeon that was discovered nearby and that she came back alone, he knew she was a coward who abandoned her friends why else would she hide herself away in her room for so long? He knew that Snau had been attacked by the same thing Mocha had encountered in the dungeon. With a cruel smile from atop the hill of self importance he built for himself the boy reared a hand back with another rock as he spoke another fact he knew.
"Y'know if you sister just did her job and died everyone would be a lot better off."
In all the months since Snau had awoken from her coma, the loneliness, the stares, the rumors, the pain, she didn't feel a single thing, not joy, not sadness, not even curiosity but at that moment she felt something in her head snap. Her chest felt heavy as her lungs and heart seemed to go into overtime and her eyes burned as dried out tear ducts suddenly swelled with an oncoming flood as a single word dragged itself through her vocal cords, sparsely used up until this moment.
"Rot-!"
Snau had actually meant to say "Rot in hell" before a sudden coughing fit had her doubled back over onto her knees and heaving. When she looked back up she expected the boy to be laughing at her sorry state only to see him standing there, so very still with a thin film rapidly covering his eyes and smothering the light behind them. Then, he fell backwards the stone falling out of his small, limp fingers.
Snau can't recall seeing the boy again after that day, but she did recall her parents talking about moving in hushed whispers to each other more often.
The First Soul
The first soul radiates a soft aura an is in the shape of a feline demi-human. As you get closer it recants it's tale.
I was Queen Xocolati's first husband, taken so she could assume the title and responsibilities without pushback from the noble class even though they sneered at my status as a now former slave. Despite my marriage being out of mere necessity I had little to complain about, though I did have fears about how my queen would see me but to my surprise she treated me as an equal and often sought my consul about how to properly run her kingdom, together we even outlawed and dismantled most of the slave trade within The Golden Desert region.
My end came when I retreated with her to our bedroom for the final time. Her touch was always softer than I was ever used to and she never crossed the limit I set, but slowly but surely I grew to find a certain comfort to be under her power, her expansive girth. Eventually I found myself pushing my way into her open maw, over her tongue that licked so tenderly as if to savor every taste of me. Eventually her mouth crested over my admittedly wide hips and by then I knew I was hers in body. Despite how vast her unsealed form was her stomach held me with a cozy embrace behind her thick wall of fat I once embraced. Even then I could faintly feel her, graciously patting her gut as if I was the best meal she's had in a long time and heard her voice assuring me that she would either let me out soon or could reform me later. I rejected both offers, I felt that this was right becoming completely one with her and after an agonizing moment she asked if I was sure, I was. So she obliged my desires, I have to admit that the idea of all safety nets were cut made my pulse pound and I selfishly gave into those impulses and pleasured myself against her walls, coaxing her into reaching down and squeezing her gut, squeezing me, milking me for everything I could offer until my form fell apart through the churning chyme, but still I didn't leave, I couldn't leave. I don't know if this was one purpose or if she was even away but when my soul fled my slurried form it could not escape the confines of her gut so instead I sank deeper and became one with it and thus she claimed me in spirit. I see the world through her eyes and await the day she seeks my consul again, and maybe I would experience her touch once more.
The shape vanishes in a plume of light and what remains is an urn atop a pillar made of sandstone along with a cube of resin that contained a pair of thongs. Below it there's a plaque that reads.
Here lies the First King of The Golden Sands Husband to Queen Xocolati Danos (Blank) Danos (First name lost to time.)
So, I may rename Tea to Matcha as well as change her family up abit
Lavender (Respectful emotionally distant GILF) Hibiscus (Dutiful, well meaning Eldest Sister) Chamomile (Lucoa Kin) Ginger (Buff aunt shaped twin) Matcha (Boft mom shaped twin) Peppermint (Frosty weeb shortstack)