#Your Dark Desires

[squarecloud73]

Who's your favourite dungeon meshi character? (not to reduce you to your obsession atm) but i'm intrigued about why you like this character. is it their interactions with others? gay? how they view the world and how it's similar to you? ^#^ thanks

I like every character for different reasons but like, emotionally, Mithrun stood out to me in a way.

At first glance, he appeared to be the angsty pretty character sunken deep into tragedy and vengeance, but that changed when we saw more of him.

After his identity and basic abilities were stripped away, his body and mind betrayed him, but he survived. Just… look at him when he just left his dungeon, he was skin and bones, covered by wounds from self-destruction, barely functioning, but he managed to train himself up, physically and magically more powerful than ever, went back to Canaries and became a captain who is respected even by Cithis.

Kabru’s talk was his last one step to a new stage of life, still, without all the hard work and companionships he previously built with his teammates and families, he would vanish in a pit of despair long ago. When Milsiril found him in front of the broken mirror, when Kabru asked him to search deeper with him, when Senshi gave him that piece of advice, he allowed the sparkle of life to flow back within, eventually, his beauty came out of ashes like freaking Deadpool.

Mithrun proved that leftovers can still be brew into a nice warm soup.

[your-dark-desire]

hiii~ could you give me a naughty task? something humiliating and maybe that'll have my nipples red and sore by the end... unfortunately I don't have toys rn but I have nipple clips and am doing a holding ;)

you think you might have some painful and humiliating tasks for a slut like myself? :3

Sure thing!

It's good that a desperate little thing like you knows how to ask for tasks when they feel needy 💕

I'm not sure what kind of genitals you have so I'll try to keep it applicable to all kinds of sluts.

Get naked and stuff your underwear into your mouth. I don't care how drippy or stinky they are.

Then I want you to get a shoe that belongs someone else, or, if you don't have access to one, your dirties shoe.

Put it underneath an open door. Now put the nipple clips on as tight as you can an sling the chain of it around the door handles. Now I want you to put your hands on your slutty ass and rub your genitals on the shoe.

Yes. Exactly. That means you'll pull on your nips really hard. But I don't care. Whenever they get loose fasten them again. Rub yourself on the shoe until you can't take it anymore or until you are close to orgasm. If you are allowed to cum right now cum on the shoe. But make sure to lick it clean afterwards.

[randik-86]

Nobody knows me as well as you do,

Indulging my every pleasure,

Knowing every trace of my body,

Every mark, every scar,

Taking your time to find my weaknesses,

Filling me with light feathered kisses,

Undressing me, oh, so slowly,

Allowing me to enjoy every second of this moment,

Accepting my every dark hidden desire,

Playing with your hands on every inch of my curves,

Full exposure of all that you want to see,

Licking your dry lips from the thirst,

You feel for wanting me desperately so...

©️randik86

[normal-is-boring-69]

Let's curse each other as much as we want

[brucespringsteencomments]

quick what’s the sexiest Bruce Springsteen music video

sorry to be basic but its im on fire. now rewatch bruce springsteen im on fire 1984 please.

[josebryantmakabro1]

𝔘𝔫 𝔡𝔦́𝔞 𝔱𝔲́ 𝔶 𝔶𝔬. 🖤

[drowningparty]

Still insane about the Last Trial, a rock opera where an evil goth wizard blinded by hubris can't stop betraying the sweet idiot brother he begrudgingly loves. He seduces a cleric of light who thinks she can fix him into helping him by deviously telling her point blank he's an evil wizard who just wants power. she keeps going, "wouldn't you rather have love?" to which he replies: "no, I'd rather have immortality & time magic thanks," then dances off with the hot evil goddess who's also obsessed with him. so's his apprentice who gets to bully him in the nightmare dimension. In the end he becomes a god.

[minweber]

Me, with two different Tavs, mocking Orin with the fact that Bhaal and Sarevok don't care about her and have both betrayed her: ha-ha, get fucked lobster woman, shouldn't have done all the murders

Me, with Durge, after practically no new information about her character has been added, but Durge's story has reframed her as the unwanted child, the always-second-best, looked down upon and despised by everyone whose approval she desperately sought her entire life because they created her to do so, while the framing of two of them as siblings creates the implication that they are of the same foundation, coming from the same place and following the same course up until the point when, through what was essentially a random chance, one that she never got, one of them was thrust upon a path to possible freedom and redemption - a path that inevitably leads them to crushing her as the very entities that set those fates in motion cheer on: oh.

[ikemen-bully]

I used to complain about not relating to otome game heroine until I told myself "aw that's fine as long as I like the girl for herself"

But today, something happened.

I relate to a otome game character.

But the love interest.

This vampire look alikes is ME

[dawnslight-aegis]

frayed - self and esteem - shadowbringer

[ignocubo]

talkinh about orion and the dark again because it makes me so angry how the night entities are so hateful to dark for wanting to be liked and then they ditched him the absolute second some random kid WHO MAKES THEIR LIVES HELL basically said they'd be more liked if they were day entities. i can't get behind the portrayal of the night entities being fickle because up until that point in the movie THEY WEREN'T. they seemed to have a firm grasp of the responsibilities of their jobs and visibly enjoyed doing them (you know, when they weren't being interfered with). you're telling me a single fire was enough to change their mind about their cosmic duties?? backtracking a bit, why does it take them the whole movie to realize how important dark is to their job? you'd think at least sweet dreams, and quiet would have been on his side in the breakup scene but everyone turned their back on him the moment the moment they had a chance. how did they even know they could exist in the daytime? either they've lingered behind before (which i find hard to believe because again, up until orion's rant they stood on business about their jobs) or they foolishly assumed that despite being night entities along with dark, they stood a better chance in daylight than he did.

[randik-86]

Make me believe that you want this too,

Love me as hard as you can,

Make the blood rush to my brain,

Dizziness from having your body so close to mine,

Possess me like you mean it,

Show me all that you want to do to me,

And I will share my darkest desires with you,

Letting ourselves go wild,

Deep into each other,

Until the sun rises and sets again,

A full repetition of this vicious cycle,

Feeding our hunger,

There is nothing innocent here,

The sins we commit on one another,

The need that we have,

And can't live without,

Forever yours, forever mine...

©️randik86

[shamelesstragedyenjoyer]

I just had the most vivid dream where Batman found himself inadvertently ensnared by Ivy's pollen. The situation spiraled into a nightmarish ordeal as, in his altered state, he wielded Kryptonite against Superman in order to have his way with him.

Mind you, Sups wasn't affected by the spores. Ivy's plant based attacks are calqued on human biology so he felt none of the sexual urgue and just had to suffer through the pain of being litteraly split in two.

In the aftermath, Clark was left compounded by a profound disconnect to the reality of what happened. He's got this child-like naivety in the matters of intimacy, and doesn't really understand what went down. Not really. His perception of Batman as a paragon of self-discipline deepens his conviction that what happened couldn't be put on the sole back of the pollen. That he must've had a behavior that pushed the shorter man to believe he wanted it, too. Maybe it's something he said. Corruption always begins in the mouth. The tongue. The first poem in the world was "I Too Want To Eat."

The League is in its nascent stages, barely taking form, and he's reluctant to tell anyone. Tormented by his skewed perception that it was an act he performed with Batman rather than an assault on him, he refrains from disclosing what he thinks is his struggle with infidelity in his relationship with Lois, understanding the potential impact on the others' trust in him. He keeps quiet even as the memory sticks to his fingers like melted ice-cream. Beats inside his ribs like a second heart. Rather, he carries it's body from room to room. Heavier than iron it feels. Stains his hands wine-dark.

Meanwhile, Batman has retreated into the shadows, consumed by self-loathing and remorse. The fact that he became, by the single act of not dominating his lust, the antithesis of the very ideals he fights to uphold is a burden that seems all encompassing. He thought he knew hunger before this day. Found this kind of touch unbearable to witness. To want. Desire has always been ugly. Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

Even so, he devoured someone else. Like a rotten dog, like an angel with teeth falling out it's gums. It's in his bones, aching, this fire. The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. His guilt will not purify him.

It's desperate for redemption that he entertains the myriads of possibilities to right the wrongs of that fateful night, even to the point of contemplating altering the fabric of time itself.

As the days stretch into weeks, his absence raises concerns, and it's only out of the need to maintain his cover that he brings himself to the doors of Wayne Enterprises sporadically.

In the interim, Journalist! Lois and Witty! Jimmy embark into a relentless quest both in the shadows of Gotham and the bustling streets of Metropolis, hunting for the truth behind Clark's erratic behavior.

[cosmic-cd]

curious about this one since i don't believe i have a preference, but i am Wanting To Know.

[mirror-to-the-past]

Xingqiu fans are dining excellently with all the references to him and lore regarding the Guhua Clan being spotlighted via Chenyu Vale's "A Wangshan Walk to Remember." The comparisons that can be made between Xingqiu and his predecessors is also very fascinating...

The Grand Master Guhua truly did live out the life of idealized dignity and transparency just as Xingqiu desires for himself. There's something very touching and heartbreaking about the fact that Guhua's life was one deemed heroic, but he was only able to have his legacy carried on by Boxuan who cast his own name aside to exhalt the name of the deceased Guhua.

And then right after briefly recounting the life and works of Master Guhua, Wen brings up Xingqiu, reemphasizing the lofty ideal/hope that he can respark the dying flame of the Guhua (no pressure) and potentially act as a parallel to the founder of the art himself. It's made all the more poignant, considering that we could easily draw the connection that Chongyun could be considered Xingqiu's potential Boxuan equivalent, a fellow young practitioner of martial arts who acts as a peer and supporter of Xingqiu's arts (although lets hope Xingqiu doesn't die preemptively like Guhua did).

I don't have snippets of the dialogue for it or screenshots, but those books in the archive room were just so lovely to see. The fact that many of the old disciples of Guhua were just nerds like Xingqiu and enamored with wuxia novels, shelving their discussions of them among all of the records they held in their library was so sweet.

Additionally, the person who invented the Rain Cutter technique that Xingqiu uses now was the one involved with the hidden Wangshan chambers that had the really forboding message about the heavens rejecting humanity and whatnot... very mysterious stuff.

Additionally, those 5 swords scattered around Chenyu Vale, the first of which you find at the outskirts of the Wangshan Chamber....while not necessarily all individuals of the Guhua Clan, it made me oddly emotional to see how the years that went by, depicted by each sword's material- from a blade to a crude sword shaped stick- and yet they all had in common a very poetic observation of their goals and the world about them that could easily flow as a singular nature/travelling-based poem. And that spirit of poetry intertwined with swordsmanship flourishing across the ages still continues on with this one dorky rich boy. It's honestly wonderful worldbuilding, that through environmental storytelling and the mere mentions of a character who was never even present for the entirety of the world quest, all of these stories and records of Guhua disciples and swordsmen before him tell me all I need to know about Xingqiu as a character, too.

[aroacettorney]

morally grey characters are great and all, but sometimes i do feel like ppl who genuinely think lawful good-aligned redeemers are comparatively much more boring overlook/underestimate the amount of effort and conviction required from them to remain kind and also unwaveringly believe in the second chance / potential of goodness in each and every person despite the injustice that the rest of the world has been done unto them.