#musrio answers

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Gyromitra californica, Gyromitra caroliniana, Gyromitra fastigiata, Gyromitra gigas, Verpa bohemica, Helvella sp.,Destroying Angel (Amanita ocreata), Fool's mushroom (Amanita verna) European Destroying Angel (Amanita virosa), Death Angel (Amanita bisporigera), Deadly Conocybe (Conocybe filaris), Deadly Parasol (Lepiota josserandii), Deadly Galerina (Galerina autumnalis), Flat-topped Agaricus (Agaricus praeclaresquamosus), Yellow Stainer (Agaricus xanthodermus), Mock Meadow Mushroom (Agaricus californicus), Felt-ringed Agaricus (Agaricus hondensis), Satan's Boletus (Boletus satanas), Red-pored boletus (Boletus pulcherrimus), Slender red-pored Boletus (Boletus erythropus), Green-spored Parasol (Chlorophyllum molybdites), Emetic russula (Russula emetic), Fragrant russula (Russula fragrantissima), False Chanterelle (Hygrophoropsis aurantiaca), Sulfur Tuft (Hypholoma fasciculare), Lurid Boletus (Boletus luridus), Jack O'Lantern Mushroom (Omphalotus olivascens), Sweat Mushroom (Clitocybe dealbata), Conic Fiberhead Mushroom (Inocybe fastigiata), Fluff fiberhead mushroom (Inocybe lanuginose), Inky Cap (Coprinus atramentarius), Coprinus variegates, Fly Amanita (Amanita muscaria), Panther Amanita (Amanita pantherina), Gemmed Amanita (Amanita gemmata), Potent Psilocybe, Wavy Cap (Psilocybe cyanescens), Magic Mushroom (Psilocybe cubensis), Azur Cap (Psilocybe azurescens), Liberty Cap (Psilocybe semilanceata), Panaeolus subbalteatus, Panaeolus cyanscens, Black Trumpet, Truffle, Button, Cauliflower mushroom, Turkeytail, Charcoal burner, Chicken of the Woods, Common Ink Cap....

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[He just keeps going...]

@cloudbattrolls

[naughty-bois]

Uhhhhh fuckin Musrio/Yersin horns

Musrio wasn't generally violent, but staring up at that impassive face as he was literally sucking his bulge made him want to bite. Yersin didn't emote a lot, he knew that, but for fucks sake. He could make some kind of face or a noise, after he'd grabbed Musrio's horns with his psionics and rammed his bulge down the necromancer's throat.

Speaking of, Yersin had placed his hands on his horns, and was using them to keep Musrio's head pressed between his legs, which were hooked around Musrio's shoulders.

When Musrio had reached up to grab him, Yersin had grabbed his wrists with the psionics, restraining them from going further, a mischievous and gleeful look in his eyes.

Musrio growled around the bulge in his throat, instinctively swallowing around it as it curled in his mouth. Yersin twitched, subtly, and it made Musrio snort. Giving in, he began sucking on the bulge, his tongue swirling along the underside as he continued to swallow around it.

His eyes slid shut as he felt his own bulge stir. It was either Yersin's hands or psionics that begin to rub along Musrio's horns, starting closest to his head and moving outwards before it started over. He huffed, his breathing going a little funny from the stimulation.

His eyes snapped open as he heard a whine. Looking up, he saw Yersin had his head tipped back, mouth parted and cheeks red. He let out another whimper, psionics suddenly pulling Musrio closer until his nose was pressed against Yersin's sheathe, bulge driving deeper into the necromancer's throat.

Musrio grumbled, but kept swallowing, hollowing out his cheeks. Yersin mewled, hips twitching upwards. That was his only warning before Yersin suddenly gasped and came down his throat, the grip on his horns tightening.

Musrio managed to jerk away, coughing and gagging as he swallowed what filled his mouth. "Asshole. Could of warned me. Ribbit." He muttered, wiping his mouth.

Yersin only grinned, jerking on his horn again.

[pyrotrolls]

I would play yersin and vulpin route so much

I answered for vulpie

but yersin is fun because he's actually a huge bleeding romantic and falls in love for red soooo easy. but it never works out for whatever reason. he doesnt really let you KNOW he's caught feelings. doesnt really say much at all. but you know how many times kinsra has heard about a new troll he's crushed on. the fact daisou actually likes him back is baffling and sends butterflies in his tummy, his very dead stomach.

for pitch its harder because he just, falls for red first. partially because he wants The Perfect Kismesis who could text for text match the relationship his ancestor had with his kismesis based on his journal. Musrio is close, but he still hates him anyway- and part of that hate is because he's not the perfect fit.

[ask-them-bois]

hey musrio! whats the weirdest/funniest ghost you've ever seen?

Probxbly the one Drxyco nxmed Cxsper. He hxunts our mexlblock xnd likes to knock stuff over xnd mxke x fuss when the mexlblock is dirty. He smxshed my fxvorite mug becxuse I left dishes in the sink for two nights. Ribbit.

He hxs no eyes, so I don't know how he knows when it's not clexn, but whxtever. Xt lexst it's x reminder to clexn when the chxirs stxrt levitxting. Ribbit.

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Musrio dating sims

Name: Musrio Almawt

Their Profession: Necromancer

Where They Can Be Found: The graveyard, the library, or a coffee shop!

Favorite Food Type: Pizza!

Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Wine

Favorite Trait: Optimism

Where They Would Go On a Date: A museum

Ideal Gift: Coffee mugs, sweaters, bleeding heart flowers.

How Many Dates Before They Go To Bed: 5+

[ask-them-bois]

Frogs are just compact water lizards with less superiority and charm because they lose their tails at some point in life.

Counter points: they're smxll, round, jump impressive distxnces, sing for you, xnd their toxin txstes xmxzing when licked strxight from the source. Ribbit.

[ask-them-bois]

*Gives Musrio a very small ceramic frog, then dips*

He cups the tiny frog very gently and puts it in a place of honor in his block. He seems happy.

[ask-them-bois]

Sure man, how do you like your coffee???

Poisoned.

[ask-them-bois]

🗣 Musrio

.... I hxte Troll Xdxm Sxndler.

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conversation meme for musrio and oliver 😇

Musrio walks into a coffee shop, only to see Oliver. "No..." He turns around and walks back out.

[ask-them-bois]

Hey Musrio what are you looking for when it comes to a moirail?

I don't know. I've only ever hxd one before, xnd she... left.

I xm xwxre I'm not the exsiest troll to dexl with, so preferxbly someone who is pxtient. Opening up is not something I'm good xt, xnd it txkes x lot of trust in someone for me to do thxt. I'm xlso rxther busy most nights, so it cxn't be someone who requires constxnt xttention. Ribbit.

I'd of course keep up my side of the dixmond xnd mxke time for them, but some nights I cxn't even lexve my lxb unless it's xn emergency.

I don't rexlly cxre xbout their gender or blood color, though the higher they xre the longer it'll probxbly txke for me to trust them. Being the lowest on the spectrum, I kind of hxve to be cxutious. Ribbit.

Whxt else... I don't mind being x "'rxil with pxils," but xgxin, I'd need x minute before we got to thxt.

[ask-them-bois]

: Musrio are the robes you wear comfortable?

They are, xctuxlly. They feel like pxjxmxs, honestly, xnd xll the lxyers keep me wxrm. Ribbit. But the lxyers xre thin enough thxt I don't overhext.

I don't like where they cxme from, or whxt they represent, but I don't mind the robes themselves. Ribbit.

[ask-them-bois]

Musrio is fine

"Musrio is fine" Musrio is an undead teenager who eats poison for fun.

[naughty-bois]

💞 musrio have you ever been caught masturbating?

No. I lock my door.

[ask-them-bois]

Musrio, what about highbloods makes you uneasy?

I'm x rustblood. Thxt's xll there is to it. Disregxrding mutxnts, I'm the lowest on the spectrum, which mxkes me xn exsy txrget for every other color.

Which is why I wexr x purple sxsh; most xssume I hxve x purple quxdrxnt mxte wxtching out for me, xnd lexve me xlone. Ribbit.

[naughty-bois]

💓💓💓💓💓 for whoever you're feeling uwu

If I receive 5 "💓" my muse will go into heat for 5 hours!

@pyrossinhours

(TLDR; Musrio fantasizes about his spade)

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Ohh... it hurt. Musrio didn't think this was possible, being undead and all. It hadn't happened since he came back, so- why now? Was it because he had a matesprit? Or that he'd finally let himself relax for once?

Either way, it hit him all at once, and he felt like he was experiencing several heats at the same time. Sweeps of repressing them was apparently a bad idea.

He keened as his nook throbbed, one hand pressed between his legs. His bulge was coiling in his pajama pants, desperate for friction. He was still dressed, in a sweater and PJ pants, and he was burning up. The thought of undressing made his cheeks burn hotter, though.

He was laid out on his sleeping plank, on his stomach, his free hand wrapped around the pillow he'd buried his face in. He shifted his position, a shuddering gasp forced out of him as the movement caused his bulge to thrash.

He needed to deal with this, but, fuck- he wasn't ready to ask Drayco. They weren't even home to ask, anyways, they'd gone over to Blalit's to hang out. There was someone else he could ask, but-

But they weren't official, yet, and the thought of moving to reach for his palmhusk made him whimper.

God, what would he say if he saw him this way. He'd mock him, obviously. Musrio scowled and growled, the hand between his legs palming at his bulge. He groaned into the pillow.

Now was not the time to think about him, he told himself firmly, desperate to think of anything else.

As it goes, though, the harder he tried to forget him, the more he came back into Musrio's thinkpan.

After several minutes, he gave up; he had a more pressing frustration to deal with. So... He grumbled quietly as he let himself think into those thoughts.

"This means nothing." He mumbled to himself, still scowling as he slid his hand into his pajama pants.

The contact with his bulge made him shudder and gasp. It coiled through his fingers with a life of its own, and he squeezed it.

"Fffuck-" it throbbed, so much that it almost hurt, but the pleasure buzzing under his skin was making him tremble. Squeezing his eyes shut, it was all too easy to call his face to mind.

He could imagine them laughing at him, their voice low and pandering. "Something the matter, Musrio?"

Fuck you, he thought bitterly in response.

"Gladly." The phantom rustblood hissed.

Musrio groaned, squeezing and stroking his bulge as it twisted. His hand was slick with slurry, he could feel it dripping from his bulge, his nook, making his thighs sticky. He keened as his fingertips brushed his nook.

He slid his hand lower, his bulge choosing to curl around his wrist as he slowly sunk two fingers inside himself.

"Ribbit-!" He gasped. As he moved his hand, it tugged on his bulge, making it writhe as it tried to hold on to his wrist. "Fuck fuck fuck ribbit-"

His face, impassive yet so cocky, came to mind again. Around that face, a scene shifted into view. Them, hovering over him. Himself, pinned on his back. Or- his fingers twitched in his nook at the thought- him with his face in a pillow, his hips raised, as Yersin hovered over him from behind.

His nook was dripping. He slid in a third finger, flexing his wrist to pump them in and out. It stung a little, but it quickly settled into a pleasure that burned up through his core. His hips jerked and rolling in time with the movements, his bulge painting his wrist red.

Hands, invisible and non-existent, ghosted over his ass, hips, and thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, those hands joining the one between his legs. He felt empty, three fingers weren't enough- but he didn't own any toys.

He rolled his hips downward desperately, his wrist flexing to tug on his bulge more as he pulled his knees up.

"Fuck- ribbit-! Yers-" he slapped his free hand over his mouth. He was not going to call out his name! He had some pride!

The imagined phantom in his head had something snide to say about that, that had him rocking his hips. He growled, breath coming short as he felt his bulge twist and finish approaching.

Words slurred into a mush as he jerked and twitched on his own fingers. "Yerssshhuughh... ah-!" He groaned loudly, hips jerking once, twice more, before he was spilling into his own hand.

His nook convulsed around his fingers, his bulge undulating as slurry stained his hand and pants. His hips jerked involuntarily as he rode out the orgasm, ragged gasps barely filling his lungs as his eyes rolled up.

The tension slowly eased as pleasure buzzed and sparked like a spluttering flame, slowly dying out. Panting, he pulled his fingers from his nook and merely lay there, his face pressed into the pillow.

If he knew anything about heats, the burning need would be back soon. How long would he have to endure this?

He should really look into purchasing toys or something.

He should probably call someone.