#vulga

[sikoi]

vulga & boots 🎪

[captain-ozone]

Pierce Brown continues to provide. I did not know I needed a Lyria-Vulga-Victra team up, but damn if I’m not living for it

[thecassandradimitrescu]

A New Plaything?, Cont’d

Continued from here, @ddomesticfucker

A small hitch of the breath? Her heart briefly changing speed? Eyes dilating slightly? Cassandra smirked slightly upon seeing Vulga’s reaction to her curtsey. She did love it when they got like this. It made the blood just a little richer… Wait, no. Noooo, Vulga was a friend, not food. She had to keep remembering that. Besides, she’d likely been crawling around in filth if her clothes were any indication. Food usually needed to be clean.

Now it was Cassandra’s turn to raise an eyebrow at Vulga’s interest in the reservoir. “Really? You want to see what essentially amounts to an old flooded portion of the village? When the hydro-electric dam was built, that’s what happened. Water needed to be stored, and people can be paid to move. Left a lot of things there. Underwater. I’ll help you find the place, not that it’s hard, but you’re crazy for going there. Moreau may seem stupid, and I’ll be the first to say he’s isn’t the sharpest knife, but he does have his moments. Depending on how you approach him, he may be friend or foe.” As for the thought of Donna having clowns? Cassandra just shook her head, chuckling. “No, no clowns. Angie doesn’t need that idea.”

Head cocked, she watched the emotion pour over Vulga’s face while her fingertips rested on the butt of her sickle. Watch the girl’s eyes. Don’t act before she does. Unneeded death, while not entirely unheard of, was a bitch to clean up. Not that she would be doing it. But calling staff away from their normal duties was… an annoyance mother didn’t always care for. So, best to wait and listen before acting. But then again, if Vulga gave her an excuse? It just meant more food for supper.

She listened to Vulga, not just her words, but the manner in which they were delivered as well. There was an honest fascination in her voice. One of wonder and awe. The pieces of the puzzle were now falling into place. It was like the ugly duckling seeing a swan for the first time and realizing they were the same thing, just at different points off their lives. Had Cassandra lived a different life, she likely would have felt the same upon seeing someone like her mother. She had no real concept of celebrities or movie stars, but royalty? Or glimpsing something rare in the forest? She had once seen a pure white deer running through the woods, and what did the great huntress do? She simply stood there, mouth open in shock, watching the animal run until it was out of sight. So yes, Cassandra knew what it was like. At that realization, her hand removed itself from her sickle and she held it out to Vulga.

“All right. I’ll take you to her.”

[malexstudios]

[jackswonderfulmishaps]

Vulga

(Art commissioned by the lovely Astral Girl! Please check them out!)

Name: Vulga

Characteristics: She considers her self better than anyone (in terms of power, she pretty much is), even going so far as to call herself a queen of all Volcaronas. Though when she's in bed, her true self is shown, which is a slutty woman in need of a good dicking, and she is always prepared to get some since she wears her sluttly lingerie underneath her elegant dress. When she opens up to some one, she is very loving and caring, even cuddling up with those she becomes close with.

Body type: Standing tall at 7'6" with a plump figure. (Can be a futa or a normal girl.)

Dick size (when futa): 1'2"

Fun (not for her) fact: Vulga unfortunately cannot fly unless she wears her dress, unlike other volcarona that grow wings after evolving, she didn't get any when she evolved.

[glittering-coffeebean]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS-_Q8Sb8MY)

Je tente un truc. En attendant les plus gros trucs.

[brilhaveis]

Por detrás da Alegria e do Riso, pode haver uma natureza vulgar, dura e insensível. Mas, por detrás do Sofrimento, há sempre Sofrimento. Ao contrário do Prazer , a Dor não tem máscara.

Oscar Wilde 

[decrepit-datura]