#nopues

[nopuarts]

Some Emperor emotes/stickers?? Made for the Calamari Fan Club discord. Feel free to save/use them!

If I make anymore I'll post them.

They were made with these F2U bases here - https://toyhou.se/9851236.free-resourcesnew-species/20338254.humanoid-bases

[magmethius]

some moss arts by @/nopuarts baby and wedding day... hehe... they've grown so much ; w;

[kopitori]

outfit dooble for @nopuuu

she found a succulent leaf on the hardware store floor, thats a free succulent baybeeee

[kiaanoff]

kiaan no la hubiera reconocido de no ser por la voz, & haberlo constatado al encontrar perfil ajeno en medio de las capas de ropa. ´ no. ´ dice primero, antes de pensar lo que va a decir, viendo alrededor. ´ pero sé que a los bichos les gusta el calor. ¿sientes mucho frío? ´ busca alguna razón de tanta cobertura, aun caminar se ha ralentizado para no dejarla atrás. una que otra norma primordial cuando misiones lo llevaban a algun trópico o incluso llanura. en chechenia o lugares mucho mas fríos, era lo que menos le preocupaba. ´ si sudas, tambien los atraes. ´ un poco de experiencia ahora habla, ahora si en lugares fríos donde bajo cada piedra hay una cosa que camina & pica seguramente. ´ ¿eres alergica a algun bicho? ´

su cuerpo está cubierto de la cabeza a los pies. lleva una campera de algodón, una remera los sex pistols que encontró en una de las tiendas y un jean ancho y grueso. este último, lo lleva arremangado en la pierna izquierda para no generar roce con la venda de la quemadura que aún le molesta. sin embargo, se siente expuesta. " disculpa, ¿tienes repelente? lo último que me falta es que me pique algún bicho " que no tendría dónde picarla más que por encima de la venda, que tampoco sería muy efectivo. pero neurosis es más fuerte. claro que nunca pensó que nada de lo que estaba pasando le sucedería, pero jamás se imaginó que mudarse a un pueblo implicaría tener ese tipo de contacto con la naturaleza. extrañaba la ciudad y el olor a nafta quemada de los autos.

[cheese-cadet]

not to alarm anyone but someone is reading my fic rn and I am so completely normal about it.

[ferpurple]

¿Tu personaje favorito y el personaje que más odias/menos te gusta? Uhh ¿Cómo sería si se conocieran o algo? Jajdjsj

(PERDÓN POR TARDARME, HABÍA EMPEZADO A RESPONDER A LAS 3 DE LA MAÑANA Y LUEGO ME DORMÍ Y OLVIDÉ JAHAJSH🥹🥹😭😭😭😭)

Nopues, tengo varios que me gustan, como Warden de Superjail, Master Shake de ATHF o Plankton de bobesponja (soy fan de personajes malitos de la head y q sean villanos 😈😈) aunque mi pick #1 siempre será Ren, no hay duda de eso JHAJQJQKWJS

Y en personajes que me desagraden realmente no se me ocurrió alguno en específico, cuando empecé a dibujar esto a las 3AM (y me dormí 😭) por algún motivo elegí a pizza Steve???? De tío grandpa??? JSHJS y un crossover entre mi más y menos favorito sería bien bobo pero chistoso tbh

[sweetlyfez]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

This is so much more stressful than the shuffle one for some reason so I did pick these quite randomly

Disconnect - Becky Hill

Mirror - Sigrid

Skeletons - Easy Life

telepatia - Kali Uchis

NOPUS - Eric Prydz

[thefagggot]

msinahcem riatspu ym ni tfihs a dekraps yllaer taht twtde no p/b htiw ecneripxe s'enoemos nopu delbmuts

[fullmusicbardsquared]

gonna write my magnum nopus brb

[mango-mentally-ill]

Have you ever heard of a neon vigilante

Nopu

[nopuarts]

Ceremorphosis complete!

(mindflayer oc - Lellosk)

[magmethius]

for today's @theemperorweek prompts: intimacy & promise (above art is a commission i bought from nopu <3)

A chunk of prose for this one. Promises made during intimacy. (emps/illithid tav, tav's second person pov, implied but not described explicit)

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"An illithid does not claim territory for fulfillment," the Emperor says, "but for power. The gratification is instant, but unsatisfactory."

You stare up at him, trying to read his deeper thoughts, and he lets you. There's a pit of craving inside of him, matching yours, a needy ache that has yet to be sated. The tendril cradling your cheek moves, sensually draping itself around your shoulders instead.

Yes, he wants... connection. Not conquest.

"My sword. My partner. Moss. My bondmate. My stardust."

The Emperor leans forward, digging his claws into the moss by your sides. The tentacle around your neck slips away and slides down your torso, trailing across the ridges on your chest so - provocatively, it makes your heart skitter. It halts just at your belly. "It would be far more satisfying to express one's devotion by choice... Would it not?"

Oh... Your hands twitch beside his. "Perhaps," you say.

He takes a long, shuddering breath, and presses his head to yours. It's comforting, and magnetic, and the rejuvenation you feel is instantaneous, the open flow of psychic energy between you alleviating mental aches that the healing spring couldn't. Your partner's mind is still fiercely heated, still thrumming with leftover vestiges of hormonal possessiveness. It pushes against your own, silently pleading for one last confirmation, a proclamation made consciously, not instinctually, a willing choice -

It's so desperate, his desire to have you claim him - not just in body, but in soul. It tugs at every single one of your aberrant little heartstrings.

He pulls away. "Will you -" promise -

"I am yours," you say, not letting him finish vocalizing the question. "And you are mine."

"Mine," you repeat, confident, and loud, and lucid. You float up, sink your claws into his shoulders, and thread your tentacles around his. "Mine." You barely remember to breathe as you greedily try to shove out every inch of space between your bodies. He attempts to pull back for air, but you chase him, refusing to part until he understands. "Mine." His hands skate up your spine, claws raking electrifying streaks as they go, and when he reaches your neck he nearly drags you both beneath the water's surface. You have to release one of your hands to cup his face and bring him back up and - "Mineminemine!" You bump your forehead against his over and over, kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, projecting short and sweet kisses and long and passionate kisses and desperate kisses and everything in between -

The Emperor purrs his joy into you, the rumbling of it sending more ecstatic vibrations through your tangled tentacles, and returns each of your projections with one of his own. He clings to your devotion, memorizing how differently those same words feel in his mind when thought proudly and wholeheartedly, when laced with love, not with lust. He already knows of your undying loyalty, you've certainly expressed your love for him often enough to have those words permanently etched into both of your beings, but he'll never, ever tire of hearing just how much you want him.

Being needed is nice, but being wanted is wonderful.

"Yes..." he breathes, when you finally part.

"You are mine, and I am yours."

[kopitori]

You can’t sit with us by sunmi playing in the background

(an ode to a group chat I accidentally started and love)

kit, pika

nopu, me

[eskilddood]

"Racist danish farmer, 2023" is my bagnum nopus

[cheese-cadet]

ahjgskbjfenagiws someone left a comment on the third book of my fic!! this same person always comments when they finish the book but it's been so long since they finished the second one that I thought they'd given up!!

I am so.........................normal about ao3 comments.