#blade dancing

[m00nb04rd5]

could I have a mood board of Sea Urchin in his blade dancing skin from food fantasy?

Blade Dancing!Sea Urchin (Food Fantasy)

[scipunk]

Blade Runner (1982)

[mcnostril]

CW: The bloody consequences of overconfidence.

There is one ability in all of Longevous Circuit that every Tarnished dreads, but with skill it too can be overcome. The deadly hubris, however, is unavoidable.

[qingxin-dream]

lol i pulled neuvillette and all of his voice lines are obviously about his affinity for water. i just KNOW this man loves eating pussy. but he’s a refined gentleman, he would never let such impure thoughts leave his lips. he wouldn’t dare let his impartiality slip in the confines of the public space.

(art credits: @/waternaeng on twitter)

nsfw utc [18+, MDNI].

instead, when he has you behind closed doors and your legs spread on his desk, he’d pride himself in swirling his skillful tongue around your clit until you cum in his mouth again and again. his deep, velvety voice warmed your folds with his shallow breaths, praising you for allowing him to lap up your essence. to taste you in your most raw and beautiful form.

neuvillette’s piercing, iridescent eyes watched you closely, experimenting with the massage of his tongue deep within your cunt. he could go like this for hours if you let him, eager to see your pretty face contort into a blissed out, orgasmic expression that begged for more. each one enraptured him further, urging him to continue sucking and slurping on your juices. in fact, you were in tears after cumming hard once more, to which he quickly attended to—kissing them away and apologizing for losing his composure.

he would have you an utter mess, hopelessly pleading for his cock in a desperate whimper, before you could convince him to give in. not because he enjoys your pained desperation, but because neuvillette was determined to take his sweet time to ravish you properly. after all, your soft moans should be earned and cherished with the attention and care you deserve.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you with the inevitable stretch as his girth nestled itself in your drenched hole. grunts of pleasure rumbled in neuvillette’s throat, one of his fangs biting his lower lip harshly. you were inexplicably tight, your spongy walls pulsating around his thick cock excitedly.

who knew a little human like you could have him on the brink of unadulterated ecstasy?

[qaanngi]

When you and your fellow birb are the only close range fighters at the start of your contract and haven’t had another person to spar with in a while

[r3nblade]

kafblade cheeb

[ouchlord-vivaldi]

[mm-lurking]

It's 11pm and I can't stop thinking of ballroom dancing with Blade. Thinking of how he's a man of few emotions. He doesn't smile much, he doesn't talk much and he looks so annoyed as he was held hostage to attend this ballroom dance but when he sees you in the distance, standing at the base of the wide staircase, you swear you see his face change. It's subtle. The change in his expression is subtle, like the faint breeze that seems to blow past your face when you walk closer to him. There are several hundred people in this large banquet hall but all you see is him. There are so many men wearing elegant suits but they all look dull compared to this handsome man who dons the most exquisite four-piece suit you have seen in your life.

It doesn't matter what he is to you. A stranger, an enemy, a friend or a lover, you're mesmerised. Perhaps it is the soft lights of the hall that cause everything to be coated in a heavenly glow or perhaps it is the enchanting live music that's playing in the background; you don't know what it is, all you know is you're spellbound by this man.

You're speechless as you watch his figure come closer to you, his aura both scaring you and captivating you. You know he is a dangerous man and the way he walks and keeps his head high is a clear indication of that but you never feared danger and you most certainly didn't fear him. If he was a glass of poison and you were a parched prisoner, you would most happily drink it down with a smile on your face. This man was the epitome of risks and you were willing to hand yourself over to him.

He stands before you with a blank face but god you can tell that underneath his icy exterior, he's pleased to see you. Amidst the hundreds of strangers he's drawn to you and you only, like a moth that finds its way to the light no matter the obstacles in the path. You mentally trace his figure and with each passing second your heart is beating louder and louder as if confirming your want for him.

The way his large calloused hand extend outward to silently invite you to a dance, the way your small fragile hand perfectly fits into his like a missing puzzle piece; perhaps that's exactly what you were to him, the missing shard of his shattered heart. A silly little smile spreads on your face and you cannot stop yourself from doing so as you look into his crimson eyes. His eyes speak a thousand words to your soul and you just know he's going to be your Achilles heel. You forget how to breathe as your lungs collapse and the oxygen leaves your body when he gently wraps an arm around your waist. The grip he has on you surprises you, it is not a request but a statement of how he wants you. You swear you feel his fingers through the layers of your dress and by god do you feel weak under his touch.

He gently sways you at the first beat of the song, intertwining his free hand into yours as his gaze remains fixated on you. The candles in the room so beautifully mirror that crimson blaze of his eyes and you find yourself lost in his eyes, completely enthralled by how wonderful they look. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and you could finally attest to this, for his eyes swirled with peril and terror. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you had no objections.

He continues to lead the dance, spinning you around as you both make your way through the ballroom in each other's arms. Neither of you says a word; the way you're holding each other with so much conviction and the silent long gazes in each other's eyes speak more than any word that comes out of your mouth will. Yet he finally says something.

"Stunning."

You tilt your head in confusion, wondering what he's talking about.

"You are stunning."

"Oh."

A blush spreads on your face and you look away from him, suddenly embarrassed by his compliment. He softly chuckles which makes you burn up even more.

"T-thank you."

You manage to say and continue to avert your gaze away from him. The ballroom music fills the silence between you both before he speaks again.

"Keep your eyes on me."

He brings your joint hand to your chin and gently lifts it to face him better. Chills run down your spine from his touch and you gulp. You feel bare under his sharp gaze as you watch his eyes trace your facial features before making eye contact. Subconsciously, you hold onto his hand letting the warmth of his skin diffuse into yours.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to realise that both of you are away from the public eyes, hidden away in the dark corners of the banquet hall where no man will see. It is only when you take notice of the quietness surrounding you does it dawn upon you. You look back at him and hurriedly speak, afraid someone might catch you both in such a position.

"We should head back."

"Not so fast."

"Blade-"

He tugs on your waist causing you to stumble forward and grip his suit coat. The proximity of you both makes your heart beat furiously and you know he can hear the pounding. The arm on your waist only tightens as he leans into your ear.

"When will I see you again?"

He whispers and that deep rumbling of his voice drives you crazy, causing your brain to short-circuit. You inhale his strong masculine scent and grip his coat harder.

"Ask for me at the gates of the estate."

"Asking for you is not enough, I desire you."

His words are shutting down every sensible nerve in you, like a poison taking over its victim, sweetly and slowly.

"You know better than anyone else I cannot hand myself over to you. Not like this."

"My mortal vessel desires you more than I need air for my lungs."

You say nothing more and inch closer to his face, planting a kiss near his lips. You know you are too deep in the water but at this point, you would rather drown in your desire than drag yourself out of his currents.

"I will see you when dusk approaches tomorrow. Ask for me."

You whisper back and smile, slowly pulling yourself away from his arms. The loss of contact already gives you severe withdrawals and you know you have signed up for trouble. He lets you go, watching you disappear from his line of sight as he clenches and unclenches his fist. Want was not a strong enough word to explain what he felt for you.

No, this was the very need of his existence. You being his, by his side was the sole reason his heart had to continue beating. His eyes never leave your body as he finally loses you from his vision and sighs. When will he see you, the one whose name he has etched into his heart, again?

On the other end of the banquet hall, you find yourself clasping the hand he held, breathing heavily as you replay everything in your head again.

If wanting him was going to destroy you, you would gladly be torn into pieces and put back together by him. If loving him was going to hurt, you were willing to let every fibre of your body beg for mercy. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[its-stimsca]

BEWARE THE IMPOSTOR!!!!

⚠️ 🎩 ⚠️ / 🎩 ⚠️ 🎩 / ⚠️ 🎩 ⚠️

[snowdin-stims]

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[ryhmus]

Pixel art of Malenia, Blade of Miquella from Elden Ring in the Omori pixel sprite style.

Hope you all are ready for Shadow of The Erdtree coming this Friday.

[chaotictoon]

Dancing: Belly Dancing

[valkyurii]

how i be fighting malenia

[mic-check-stims]

Day 4: Make a board based on your favorite spooky movie

X-X-X X-X X-X-X

[qingxin-dream]

the human condition.

He draws no breath, yet he lives.

He has no heart to love, yet you set his soul aflame with the ghost of your touch.

He has no need for nourishment, yet the taste of your lips is his favorite delicacy.

He has no need for sleep, yet every moonlit night he chases your nightmares away.

He is burdened with immortality, yet if you wanted to tear him to pieces he would let you.

He knows betrayal like an old friend, yet he trusts you will put him back together again.

He has no claim to this world, yet he would burn it to the ground to see your soft smile.

“For you, my love, and to hell with the rest.”

art credits: @/__ixyo on twitter

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck