#Dark Box

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Miyako (Living in Tokyo) 26 years old, student, 160cm Today's fashion theme ☠ Priest Headdress ☠  Morun x Muuna Stoik Gown  ☠ Angelic Pretty One Piece ☠ Dark Box shoes ☠ axes femme Twitter @miyako_cheng Instagram @miyako_reiko

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[sophfandoms53]

Shadow fans,,,, how are we possibly still alive right now like this is absolutely insane

[unboundprompts]

Could we have some dark angsty prompts, mostly in the form of dialogue? :3

Dark Angsty Dialogue

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved." "Then I’ll drag you out of the darkness kicking and screaming if I have to."

"Every time you leave, it feels like you’re tearing pieces out of me." "Maybe if you felt the emptiness I do, you’d finally understand."

"I lied to protect you." "No, you lied because it was easier than telling me the truth."

"Do you even love me anymore?" "Does it matter? You’ll leave either way."

"You told me it would get better, but it hasn’t. It’s just gotten quieter." "Sometimes quiet is all we get."

"You never should’ve trusted me. I destroy everything I touch." "Maybe I’m okay with being destroyed if it means staying with you."

"Do you ever wonder what it’d feel like to just disappear?" "Every day. But then I think about who would miss me… and that’s the problem. It’s never you."

"If I had known what loving you would cost me, I wouldn’t have done it." "Liar. You’d do it all over again because it’s the only part of you that feels alive."

"I keep trying to hate you. It’d be so much easier if I did." "Don’t worry. I hate myself enough for both of us."

"Sometimes I think you hurt me just to see if I’ll still stay." "Do you blame me? You’re the only thing I’ve ever been afraid of losing."

"Tell me the truth. Do you regret it?" "Every single moment. And yet, I’d do it all again if it meant one more second with you."

"You make it sound so easy. Like walking away is just something you can do." "It is. You just take one step. And then another. Until you can’t feel me anymore."

[foreverbaby25]

[pink-linoleum]

his ass is NOT waking up for any alarm not even portents of a coming age

[deceased-bunny]

"Where we always wanted to go"

[cozylittleartblog]

valentines newsletter ???? ?? HELLO ???????? ?????? ? ????

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[doinkmaster5000]

Thinking Inside The Box

tw unreality (dark is a figment of chosen’s imagination)

angsty little comic about TCO and the devil on his shoulder

[binarycafe]

Chobits Konami Figures

[robix9]

Happy birthday, The Chosen One

[daydreams-after-dark]

This is a weird one but you asked for weird lmao

Werewolf Chan (or anyone) where he turns while inside of you?

I feel like if it’s going to be a werewolf it has to be Chan, right?

This one actually flowed out of me, which hasn’t happened in a while. No overthinking with this one. Just pure, unhinged filth!!!

MDNI // MDNI // MDNI

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Cw: bf werewolf chan, size kink, bulge kink, very rough unprotected p in v sex, so much cum, cream pie, bleeding, biting, scratching, aftercare (he tries, it’s endearing)

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You knew Channie was a werewolf for a while now. You’d seen him change form often. He’d go from cute, lovable boyfriend to wild and primitive wolf.

Usually when he’d turn, he’d have a plan in place. You had to shackle him to the bed so he couldn’t escape. Then you’d keep your distance, save for checking up on him to ensure he hadn’t broken free.

He was truly scary when he turned. From the pained look on his face as he transformed, to the animalistic growl that resounded through your house that had your heart racing. The claws that would grow that looked like they could rip you to shreds.

Then there was his cock. It would go from thick, delicious and veiny to horrifyingly enormous, heinous and brutal looking. It would still be veiny, only the veins were a lot more prominent, and the thickness made it look so so ugly so hideous. It looked like it could tear your cunt to pieces. And it made your mouth water.

This was when you realized you might be sick. Because sometimes you’d fantasize about what it might be like to be impaled on his huge werewolf cock.

You’d think about it rearranging your insides, fucking you so good. You wondered if it’d hurt, and loved the idea that it probably would. And the cum? Fuck, how much cum would there be bursting out of the purple, angry tip?

You thought about what it might be like for him too. How tight your tiny, little human pussy would feel around his cock. How long would he last? Would you hurt him because you’d be so tight for him? Would it be a struggle to stuff it inside you? Would it fit at all?

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The time has come again for you to restrain him to the bed, and you go about it as per usual, helping him undress (because he’d ruin his clothes otherwise). But you can’t get the image of his werewolf cock out of your head.

He lays naked on the mattress for you while you handcuff his wrists to the bed frame. You do the same with his ankles to the frame at the foot of the bed, and you lean over and kiss his mouth, one last kiss before he turns. He kisses you back, warm and passionately, then you pull away.

But instead of getting up to leave, you straddle him, and the more you think about your boyfriend turning, the wetter you become.

“Babygirl, what are you doing? You have to go!” He says worriedly with a confused expression.

But all you do is grind against him and whimper. He moans beneath you, and you feel him rapidly growing hard, and you lean down and kiss him again whilst continuing to seek friction against your clothed core.

“Fuck! Please… you can’t… you have to… fuck you’re making me so horny, babygirl.”

It makes you smirk against his lips. “Channie, I’m so wet right now. Wanna feel me?” You purr.

He shakes his head “You have to go! Please, it’s not safe.” He whispers desperately.

But you don’t care about your safety. You sit up and remove your top, leaving you exposed from the waist up. Chan whines and tries to grind up against you.

Your little panties have quickly turned translucent from how wet you’ve become as you drag your pussy over the length of his cock.

You can tell Chan’s resisting, the way he’s squeezing his eyes closed and turning his head away.

“I want you inside me, Channie. Don’t ya wanna feel me before you turn?” You sigh.

“God! Fuck! Yes!” He cries. “B-but—“

But you pull your panties to the side and sink down over his length. He’s already throbbing and hard, so very hard. It’s a stretch already, and he’s still human.

“S’deep, Channie.” You choke, resting your hands on his chest to find purchase.

“Yeah, babygirl? You like it when Channie fucks you good, even when he’s tied up.” He grunts as he thrusts his hips up into you hard, like he’s forgotten he’s trying to get you to leave.

“Fuck yes, feels so good.” Your eyes roll back into your head when he hits that spot.

“So horny, so needy for my cock… even when you know it’s dangerous, hmm?” He bites his bottom lip.

“Yes.” You roll your hips slowly. “So fucking horny. For your werewolf cock.”

You see him start to turn. The thrashing of the head against the pillow, the change in his eyes, the clawed hands in their restraints.

His body thrashes about too, and you are flung forward onto his chest. You have to hang on to his shoulders for dear life or you’d be thrown across the room.

A flicker of fear washes over you and you wonder if you’ll survive this.

A loud, feral growl fills the room, and then you feel it - his cock rapidly expanding inside you, stretching you obscenely wide and lifting you off his hips because it’s too long. The hideous veins feeling like hard ridges against your walls. Your cunt is stretched taut around him.

“F-fuck!” You wail, as with every thrash of his body causes the tip to ram into your cervix.

You look up just in time to see the handcuffs rip from the bed frame, his legs freeing only moments after.

It all happens so fast. His clawed hands grip your ass cheeks, digging into the fresh and piercing the skin, drawing blood. He spreads your ass and then violently slams you down further onto his cock.

The air is jolted from your lungs as he flips you so you’re on your back and he’s on top of you, caging you in. He pins you down and pushes your legs wide and plunges into you brutally.

“Too deep, too much!” You cry out and peer down to see a bulge in your lower belly. You come just from the sight of what he’s doing to you and your body shudders underneath him.

He notices when your orgasm hits, and he growls in approval before doubling down and fucking you harder.

He pulls out suddenly, and the emptiness is almost to much to bare, your cunt settles down to it’s usual state, but you are still too empty.

You need your werewolf Channie to fuck you within an inch of your life.

He flips you back over, like a ragdoll, forcing your face into the pillow, and lifting your hips to meet the tip of his cock.

He’s back inside you, chasing his own orgasm, leaning over your back and biting at your shoulder. You’re bleeding there now too.

You scrunch your eyes up tight and fist the sheets in your hand. How much more can your body take? Yet you don’t want it to end. Your mouth hangs open and drool is pooling on your pillow.

It feels like he’s fucking you for hours before he loses all control, lifting you so your back is flush to his chest.

He bounces you on his length while he gropes a breast. His other hand finds your clit. Just like your Channie to bring you to the precipice one more time before he cums. You practically scream the house down as your entire body shakes and tremors and tears stream down your cheeks.

With a loud, animalistic growl, he fills you to the brim. There’s so much cum you think it’s going to burst your insides open, and when he pulls out it gushes out of your gaping cunt.

You collapse on the bed, panting, sweating, dribbling, leaking and bleeding. But werewolf Chan has calmed down and he starts to lick your wounds, calming and soothing them.

You catch him eyes and he looks worried. He thinks he’s hurt you. Bravely, you reach out and stroke his furry muzzle.

“It’s okay, Channie. Felt so good.” You smile wearily. You’re exhausted. Too exhausted to go clean yourself up, so you just curl up where you are, avoiding all the wet patches.

Channie curls up behind you, snuggling in and wagging his tail.

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You found that werewolf Chan was rather calm after fucking you like that, and you learned that given the chance to get all that pent up wild energy out of him, he would just curl up with while you watched tv, or while you worked on your laptop.

So from then on, everytime Chan would turn into a werewolf, you’d have sex and just hang out at home.

You didn’t need your restrain him anymore (except for when you wanted to of course).

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A/n: if you enjoyed this, please consider leaving a comment and reblogging 😘

And… feel free to send an ask, my ask box is open for hard thoughts.

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[unboundprompts]

Could you give me some ideas for currencies and the measurement of time, preferably both in a more dark fantasy setting involved with nature?

Currency and Time Measurement in a Dark Fantasy Setting

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

Currencies

Leaf Coins: Thin, pressed coins made from the leaves of sacred trees. The type of leaf determines the coin's value, with rarer leaves being more valuable.

Bloodstones: A currency made from dark red gemstones that are said to be formed from the blood of fallen warriors.

Shadowshards: Small, dark crystals that absorb light and shimmer with a ghostly glow. They are collected at dusk and are traded as currency, often used in shadowy dealings. The more shadow a shard absorbs, the higher its worth.

Grave Dirt: A unique form of currency, this is literally dirt taken from sacred burial grounds. It is believed to contain the power of the dead. Merchants trade small pouches of it, and its value increases based on how many souls it has been touched by.

Wyrm Scales: Scales from mythical serpents that once roamed the land. Each scale has a distinct pattern and is highly valued due to its rarity and the protective magic it is said to bestow upon its holder.

Fungal Credits: Small, luminescent fungi that can be harvested at certain times of the year. Their glow indicates their value.

Measurement of Time

Moon Phases: Time is measured in moon phases, with each cycle representing a month. Each phase is associated with different rituals and events in nature, such as the “Blood Moon” for harvest and the “Waning Moon” for reflection and atonement.

Nightfall Cycles: Instead of days, time is counted in cycles of nightfall, where each cycle is divided into periods marked by darkness and light. A cycle may last for varying lengths of time based on seasonal changes, with longer nights in winter.

Sundrop Hours: Each hour is marked by the position of a special sundial that has been enchanted to reflect the essence of the sun. During certain times, the sundial emits a soft glow, indicating a magical time when rituals can be performed.

Eclipses: Significant events are measured by the number of eclipses that have occurred since a pivotal moment in history.

Blood Seasons: Time is divided into seasons based on nature’s cycles and the harvesting of life. For example, “Bloomspring,” “Darksummer,” “Crimsonfall,” and “Frostbite,” with each season lasting as long as it takes for specific plants to grow or animals to thrive.

Night’s Breath: This measures time through the cycles of natural events, such as the sounds of nocturnal creatures or the rustling of leaves in the wind. Each breath is a period marked by significant changes in the environment, like the blooming of nocturnal flowers.

[xjackjackx]

Not enough people are acknowledging the fact Dark's canonically a little bitch

Like, he acts like a coward in all three of his episodes. He begs for his life before Chosen in AVA 3. He panics when the computer's exploding in Flashback. He runs away from Orange in Showdown. And to clarify, it's not like a normal thing in AVA. This series is full of brave people, Dark is the outlier here.

Chosen thought clearly when the computer was exploding. He never needed a wristband to boost himself, he always had trust in his base abilities. He ran for his life only once in Wanted, besides that he's always brave, always fighting, never begging. Even in the Box, he refused to yield to Victim and almost defeated him through sheer determination.

King spent months learning all about Minecraft to achieve his goal. He fought like 11 people at once, even when brought back to a normal mortal he fought, almost regained his staff, and still managed to steal Yellow's while pinned and surrounded. He was never afraid, he always fought, he WON. He wasn't defeated. He willingly gave up.

Purple tanked a world-destroying beam just to save the first friends he ever made in his life, and call out to the one he viewed as a father figure. Even with minor characters; Herobrine stayed defiant, looked straight into King's eyes with rage as he was being absorbed. Even the Witch didn't panic when fighting Reuben, and fought until she was literally unable to cause she was a harmless dye.

Like, this isn't a common reocurrence. This is Dark being visibly the exception to a cast of extremely brave, determined fighters who never back down. Chosen plays fair, King earned his godlike power fair-and-square, Herobrine simply came in, saw the issue and threw hands without asking questions. Agent saw a pissed-off, flaming Superman-like stickfigure flying at him, went "Nah I'd win" and ACTUALLY WON with a single strike of Pause. Alan saw like 50 ViraBots charge at him when a single one beat his ass easily, and went in to attack them without a second thought. Dark's the one who sneaks in a power-up ability cause he's not doing good enough for his standards, and then sends like 50 people at 2 mfs cause he's still having trouble while acting all smug about it.

Dark is a massive, Grade-A loser and not some super-badass like I see fans make him out to be. Give my Pathetic Dark content. I want to see him act like a pussy