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another birthday come n gone

welcome to nothing happens vol. 26

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stygianscholar​:

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My man knows what hes on about yeaaahhh booiiii

Nothing I said deserves an extended ‘yeah boi’

Sure it does

When ur from the ring of gluttony originally ppl advocating for an affectionate form of cramming sbs whole ass self in ur mouth gets four thumbs up from me

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stygianscholar​:

Feel free to soft vore, if your significant other / fwb is cool with it!

My man knows what hes on about yeaaahhh booiiii

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nexusofmuses​:

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“Mm. Whatever would make you happy, Ringy-Dings. I’ve got eternity to wait. Travel without obligation would be nice, though…”

He thinks about it, and sighs contentedly at the warmth of Ringabel’s small body in his coils. “Might be good to relax…”

“I’ve heard that a relaxing life is very nice.” He gently drums his fingers against the coils. “Plus I seem to always rest better when I’m around people I care for.” Alas, his other friends all seemed to have their own troubles and jobs to attend. It would be selfish of him to try and pull them along into his plans.

“I stand by that I got the best sleep of my life that first day we met.” 

Dardanos gentle squeezes Ringabel as his coils are drummed, hugging him a bit tighter. “Human nature is to be around people. I pity those who would hole themselves away, hm...” 

Still, he smirks again when Ringabel flatters him once more. “What do you want from me, really, Ringabel? You’re laying it on thick.”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“You cad! You fiend! Scoundrel! Hooligan! Beast!” He’s laughing, now, as Ringabel admits all he wanted out of Dards was a smile, after him having a bitter face all day. “I suppose duty doesn’t rest, though…”

“I wish it would.” He lets out a deeper sigh. “I’ve been considering resigning. I’m tired of traveling. I’d rather settle down and relax for once.” Even if certain weeds kept cropping up…

“I think I’ve earned it, quite honestly.” A big, silly grin settles on his face. “I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you, either.”

“Mm. Whatever would make you happy, Ringy-Dings. I’ve got eternity to wait. Travel without obligation would be nice, though...”

He thinks about it, and sighs contentedly at the warmth of Ringabel’s small body in his coils. “Might be good to relax...”

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nexusofmuses​:

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The flattery helps at least some, and Dardanos can’t help the slightest of smirks. “What are you after, you little imp? You don’t lay it on thick unless you want something, so out with it.”

“There we go!” he points to the smirk. “That is what I was after, to simply see your smirking face once more. That, and I do honestly feel bad for leaving. I make for a very poor knight, breaking promises as often as I do.”

He sighs, just… watching Dards. He seems very content now.

“You cad! You fiend! Scoundrel! Hooligan! Beast!” He’s laughing, now, as Ringabel admits all he wanted out of Dards was a smile, after him having a bitter face all day. “I suppose duty doesn’t rest, though...”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“Ah, I don’t have the energy or the motivation to punish you. I’m just content to stay here with you until you have to leave. Yours is welcome company.”

“For another day, then.” He grins. “I would take a knee and pledge to you, but I’m simply enraptured by your unending beauty and entrapped by your ever gentle coils.” Is he laying on the flattery? Yes. Is it silly? Also yes. He’s trying to get a smile from the God.

The flattery helps at least some, and Dardanos can’t help the slightest of smirks. “What are you after, you little imp? You don’t lay it on thick unless you want something, so out with it.”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“Mmm. You said that last time, too.” He coils around Ringabel, now, content to just hug onto one of his Chosen with all the affection he can muster. Which is quite a lot. “It’s loud, and bright, and I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Ringabel hums softly as he’s swept up in Dardanos’s coils. “I suppose then I shall have to ask for a punishment for lying to you.” He props his elbow up in front of him and plants his chin in his hand. “Mayhaps it will get both of our minds off the things that plague us.”

“Ah, I don’t have the energy or the motivation to punish you. I’m just content to stay here with you until you have to leave. Yours is welcome company.”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“I’d love company. I’m tired of looking at fake conifers and too much light and everyone singing about how wonderful Christmas is. Yech.” He places a finger over Ringabel’s hand, far too large to hold it properly. “I missed you.”

“All the celebrating is a bit much. Reminds me too much of the wrong parts of Florem…” he gives Dardanos’s finger a little squeeze. “I missed you as well. I’m sorry for being away for so long. But I won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

“Mmm. You said that last time, too.” He coils around Ringabel, now, content to just hug onto one of his Chosen with all the affection he can muster. Which is quite a lot. “It’s loud, and bright, and I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“I have a “dour expression” because I am surrounded by reminders of my people’s genocide, all for the sake of capital. I don’t think any more needs to be said than that.”

“Fair enough.” He reaches out a hand, “May I keep you company? In my humble experience having someone around is always nice.” A small smile, “but if you want to be alone, you need only say so.”

“I’d love company. I’m tired of looking at fake conifers and too much light and everyone singing about how wonderful Christmas is. Yech.” He places a finger over Ringabel’s hand, far too large to hold it properly. “I missed you.”

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nexusofmuses​:

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“…” 

Someone’s being a Scrooge.

“Such a dower expression doesn’t suit you, Dardanos.” Cue Ringabel casually leaning against him. “What’s this world’s expression…? “Penny for your thoughts”?”

“I have a “dour expression” because I am surrounded by reminders of my people’s genocide, all for the sake of capital. I don’t think any more needs to be said than that.”

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“...” 

Someone’s being a Scrooge.

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“Just like him to shit-talk me, but not have the courage to try and take me on. Oh, and I’m sure he’d say it’s because he’s not stupid, he’d be fighting a battle he has no hope of winning...but you don’t know until you try, right?”

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@pheramoreandnidaphyx

“I don’t believe I’ve ever indicated I care enough about snakes to get the terminology of an insult biologically correct.”

“You’re going to need a wheelbarrow for the stones you just brought in, sassing off to a god big enough and willing enough to make you disappear, Old Red. I feel like you should care. I also feel like you had better sleep with one eye open tonight, wretch.”

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“I am not a colubrid, I’m a constrictor. Honestly, and the man touts himself a genius...”

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verduresapiens​:

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“But if I was your punishment, you wouldn’t enjoy it so much, now, would you?” He muses, tracing a gentle claw over Hershel’s neck. “What a shame, that you’re so inexperienced at having a taste of your own medicine.” He leans in, and with a purr, runs his long tongue over Hershel’s jaw. 

“Planning something? You wound me, Hershey…”

His initial move to respond is cut off by the touch, and the lick makes a shudder run through him; though not a disgusted one. It might’ve just been a coincidence, but whenever the deity got close like that, Hershel got a bit weak knee’d.

“I suppose so. Unless I’m a masochist, hm~?” He manages to say, finally. “I mean, after all, most people I’ve run into don’t tend to enjoy that sort of thing.” Concentrate. Bastard always loves to get close, it seems - probably to throw him off. “And you can’t tell me you mean something by all this closeness.” He leans in himself, entirely aware that it’s probably not going to have an effect on the other. “You could be planning something lovely for all I know - it doesn’t have to be nefarious. Silly. You do seem to like giving those ‘hugs’ of yours.”

“Oh, a lover of pain? Hoho~” The cat smile Dardanos always seems to be sporting turns up a little more at the corners, and His slate-blue tongue flickers again, wetting His lips. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on, if they don’t enjoy succumbing to the Coil.” 

His bifurcated tail comes up, and he gently flicks it, back and forth, in front of Hershel, tilting his head to one side in a playful cant. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You wouldn’t know, would you...~” Hershel lean’s in, and he gets a boop on the nose by the longer tip of the two for his trouble, before it goes back to flicking. 

“You like those, hm...? Would you like another, dear Hershey?”

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