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smalltowncryptidfucker · 6 months ago

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This pinned post is long overdue at this point, but hey, better late than never, right?

🍄HELLO IT IS I!!! THE SMALL TOWN CRYPTID… guy… sometimes I regret my url choice LMAO🍄

Just a brief explanation of this blog:

This is my main!! I have… three side blogs… and counting… 💀💀 Two of which I hardly use, but they’re still there LMAO. Here they are in case you want to take a look:

💖 @smalltownotomeenjoyer - This is my blog where I shamelessly post about otome games. I post there more frequently than this blog tbh… what does that even say about me?

💗 @smalltownhostclub - This is the one I started for OHSHC, but decided to include Black Butler, mostly because I felt like it.

❤️ @ultimatesmalltownnerd - This is the newest one. I post about Danganronpa here, because I’m cringe trash- but I’m free.

Okay, self-intro time:

🍄‍🟫Pronouns: She/he/they. Gender?? I HARDLY KNOW HER!! (No but seriously, gender is a rule I intend to not follow by any means. It’s totally chill if anyone else has a gender they like, but I don’t, so… I’m just going by the beat of my drum lmao.)

🍄‍🟫The most bisexual individual you might ever meet. This applies to every gender identity, and no I don’t care that Bi technically means two. You can fight me on that.

🍄‍🟫I’m over twenty. No, I don’t trust the internet enough to give an exact age.

🍄‍🟫You can either call me by my url, any combo of my url, or Flynn. Flynn is a name I’m trying out rn, so that might change.

FANDOM TIME!! (These will be the fandoms I post about here, specifically. There are a lot, and I can’t guarantee I will consistently post about any of them.):

✨Gravity Falls

✨Homestuck

✨Fullmetal Alchemist

✨Stardew Valley

✨Avatar the Last Airbender

✨How to Train Your Dragon

(Might add more as needed.)

Things you should know:

🪴Originally, this was going to be a T+ blog, but I’m gonna up the rating to M. Not because I intend to post NSFW stuff, but because I want to be safe rather than sorry. Enter this blog with that in mind.

🪴I block people- a lot. It’s not personal, but some people post content I don’t like. I only report bots, so if you’re a bot, you’re getting the block/report double whammy.

🪴I believe cringe culture is stupid, and am trying really hard to embody that as much as possible. I’m gonna post about whatever fandoms I want, and that’s final. You guys should try it, it’s so fun.

🪴If you want to block me, go for it! I mean that positively, if my content isn’t your cup of tea, I don’t mind. I realize my stuff isn’t for everyone. I’m mostly here for my own entertainment, and if people like what I post along the way, all the better!

🪴I use a lot of different, typically gendered terms of endearment (ex: man, gurl/girl, dude, girlfriend, etc), and I use them on everybody, regardless of whether they actually fit the gender the terms are meant to convey. HOWEVER!!! If you don’t feel comfortable with me using specific terms, jokingly or otherwise, let me know!!! I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, even if my intentions are good. I might slip up occasionally, but I’ll do my best.

🪴I’d love to hear from you guys!! If you wanna DM me, send in an ask or whatever, I’m totally chill with that! Keep in mind though, that 1) once again, I am in my early twenties, so keep that in mind if you wish to interact with me. I will do my due diligence to keep things appropriate on my end, so long as you do so yourself. And 2) I have… bad social anxiety, and poor time management, so if I don’t respond to a DM or ask right away, I promise I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just struggling to be a functional human being right now, lmao.

That should be it. If any edits to this post happen, they will be listed below. ENJOY MY CHAOS!!!

(Posted 7/30/24)

(Edit 8/2/24: added a fifth thing to the “things you should know” section.)

(Edit 8/10/24: added a sixth thing to the “things you should know” section.)

(Edit 2/1/25: changes to the fandoms section.)

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tacocrisp69 · 3 months ago

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Bingo!!, You share your opinion, I'll share mine, Feel free to get angry, No pussying out please, 💕

All whites are ugly, all asians are ugly, Eastern motherfuckers are ugly, Arabs are fucking ugly, Germans especially, you guys are HIDEOUS, British people are ugly, Christian, Satanic, Witchcraft, WHATEVER fucking religion you are, you're ugly and suffer from a mighty case of "i think im special syndrome!!!" Fuck nerodivergents, WHAT A SHOCKER!!! world doesn't revolve around you..🥺 Fat and thin, you're still not good enough, just kill yourself and quit dieting. No matter what you eat, no matter what you do, it's never good enough, Democrat, Republican, One's self centered and the other's delusional. You still suck at managing the world, Biden, Trump, Obama, Hillary, They've all done horrific shit, there has never once been a good president, Its even bad because my own grandmother agreed with me on this and she's FUCKING 79💀

Depressed mfs can just go die, Whatever they're going through is the bottom of the barrel therfore they're just massive fucking pussies, The world just hates you! This shit happens for a REASON, It is what it is. Stop bitching and making it your WHOLE PERSONALITY, Muscular and fit assholes, VEGAN PEOPLE ESPECIALLY are the same shit, they do the bare minimum and make it their whole personality, You'll end up dying from cancer anyways, you're not special. Men, Woman, Non Binary, we are all capable of rape, murder, and degeneracy, We are all god awful individuals and i know how we as a human race is why aliens haven't visited us yet. They just ain't interested in selfishness and 24/7 self Indulgence,

Pedophiles, Its hard to think so many think this sickening disgusting personality trait is only exclusive to men, while it is on a broader spectrum, Females, Non Binaries, whatever THE FUCK YOU ARE, Can still be the same exact shit and that's horrifically upsetting, You're just as bad, Nobodies excluded, everyone should go die.

Also, there's only 2 genders, being non binary is just pronoun specific, a personal choice, therfore i don't count it as a gender but its okay i don't hate you guys, i actually hate you all + you to make it even , 💖

Also, if you dare actually have these "genders" Please go die. Do you remember a timeline saying if you collected genders like pokemon cards would send you to a fucking insane asylum? I do not CARE if you're autistic or whatever, stop acting like the world revolves around you, Autistic isn't even autistic. Nobody in this world is Autistic, You guys hate nerotypicals so much yet you live and die with terms made by them to "express" yourselfs+ use it as an excuse for fucking everything. We live in a day and age where Gender has lost its meaning, You may be BuckBumbleCartic or whatever the fuck, BUT deep down. You're still either a female, or a male, look at your genitals please, if i woke up and saw Neco Arc replacing my genitals i would kill myself, but thats what the copy-paste chronically online Pinterest user wants, Oh and there by say something sooo bad about necoarc gender you're racist! You're homophobic! You're every BUZZWORD IN THE BOOK!!! Don't care. I'll misgender you fucking hoes every chance i get. I really do not care, Even the queen of fucking England doesn't get the special princess treatment like you want, Even so if you're offended, you'll forget about my existence in a month. Remember? "The wired is just of series of communications. You must not mix it up with the real world"

I think i said enough, anyways I really really hope the world ends next year, I hope there's another world war and we're the first targets. God bless America,

Black men are ugly. White men are ugly. Brown men are ugly. Asian men are ugly. Western men are ugly. Eastern men are ugly. Arab men are ugly. South Asian men are ugly. Christian men are ugly. Muslim men are ugly. Catholic men are ugly. Jewish men are ugly. Palestinian men are ugly. Israeli men are ugly. Disabled men are ugly. Abled men are ugly. Fat men are ugly. Thin men are ugly. Muscular men are ugly. Blind men are ugly. Autistic men are ugly. Trans women are ugly. All men are ugly. Basically, if you have a Y-chromosome you’re ugly and trash and should kill yourself.

#uwu #marx: rambling #marx: responds

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darthmaulification · 2 years ago

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could i get reader pampering maul after a long day? feeding him nice food, massaging him, maybe even some risque times if you want.

A/N: sorry y’all that i haven’t been writing much sw fics, i’ve been enjoying yautja schtuff LOLZ 💀 so my duality of man is posting yautja fic in conjunction to star wars fic. i desire them all (monsterfucker).

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: fluff and spice, grumpy manchild maul type beat, afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), mand’alor maul, nudity, massages, dom/sub dynamic, they’re practically edging each other LMAO

word count: 2,497

He’s clearly agitated, no longer sprawl and lax in his throne, but hunched and glowering at the crowd before him. The meeting has obviously drawn far past Maul’s level of tolerance, and judging by the way his scowl has been progressively deepening is equal parts impressive as it is worrying. Beneath the table, you slide your hand from your lap to rest your palm on Maul’s thigh, and he looks over at you from the corner of his eye.

Are you okay? You hope the question shows in your eyes, tender and soft like the way you’re intending it to be, and you actually hope he does snoop in your mind to hear it. Maul seems to, judging by the way his sneer briefly turns to a scoff and how he rolls his eyes. He’s never been one to tell you how he’s feeling, so you’re not surprised by his dismissal.

“Perhaps we should save the next few topics for another day.” When a break in the overarching conversation occurs, you practically jump at the opportunity to put in your own two cents. Thankfully, it seems everyone else in attendance is also done with the meeting, and a murmur of affirmation rolls through the crowd.

“Yes, yes— it was a pleasure to have you all conjure for the entire day it leeched upon.” Maul growls from behind the hand he has on his chin, spitting out the words with a venom. It sounds almost too much like a child, but thankfully none of the governors or senators present make any sort of nod to it, and instead scurry from the room.

It takes no more than ten seconds until the doors close behind the last advisor.

“Maul, that was rude. And you sounded like a child.” You reprimand him lightly, your lips tugged into a smile that won’t fade, not even at Maul’s heated glare in response.

“Do not call me a child, I will—”

“Oh, hush.” You lean in and kiss him, smothering whatever semi-toothless threat Maul was about to hurl at you. The kiss doesn’t last long, only a few tender, warm moments, and when you pull away Maul still has a glower on his face, but his eyes are soft. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he can even get the first word out.

“Come, my love, let’s retire for the night.” You tug at his hands, beckoning him to stand. He does, rising from his throne and, for once in his life, allowing you to guide him to your shared quarters.

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The second the door to your room closes, you practically toss off the shimmersilk cloak you’re wearing, sending the fabric to the floor. Immediately, your hands go to the buttons and laces of your shirt and pants, fingers hastily and expertly undoing the ties. Maul straightens up in a recoil, eyes blowing wide and expression scrunching into one of shock.

“What are you doing?” He asks, irritation stiff buzzing in his words but diminishing by the second the more he watches you remove your clothes. You force yourself to not smile, instead completely focusing on stripping down to your birthday suit. The stare he has lingering on your revealing form makes your skin tingle pleasantly.

You know that teasing him like this is a gamble, but the reward at the end often benefits the both of you. Besides, you’ve had this idea ever since reading about particular Twi’lek healing spas, ones that involved no clothes and massages.

“Getting comfortable.” You reply simply, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. You send him a nonchalant glance over your now bare shoulder and add, “You should too, my love.”

Your pants fall completely to the floor along with your underwear, leaving you as bare as a babe, and you turn to face Maul. He’s no longer glowering, thankfully, but now there’s a new, predatory look on his face that has you suppressing a shiver. He smirks, crossing his arms over his well-muscled chest, golden eyes roaming your figure.

“Naturally.” He replies simply, not bothering to hide how his eyes have been ogling your breasts, and goes to unzip the fly of his pants. Face feeling very warm, you watch as he drops his pants and his half-hard cock springs into view.

“Now that we’re comfortable,” Maul starts, closing the distance between you to pull you in close with an arm around your waist, “What more do you have in store for me, my dear?”

The urge to abandon your original plan rears its head at the feel of Maul’s warm, tight body and his lips so so close to your own, but you force yourself to have the fortitude of an army. Peeling yourself away from him with a coquettish grin on your lips, you gesture to the bed and ignore the heat pooling between your thighs. Especially when your eyes flit down to his swelling erection...

“Lay down. Let me take care of you.” You purr, sashaying with an extra swing to your hips to the fresher to grab a few items. Maul watches, bemused, and without any complaints (surprisingly) follows your directions. You hear him lay on the bed as you grab a bottle of scented oil, a few fluffy towels, and place a small basin beneath the water tap. You fill it with hot water, the steam warm against your face and beginning to fog the mirror.

“You’ve been overworking yourself again, Maul.” Sticking the towels and bottle under your arm, you call to your lover and aren’t surprised when you hear him scoff in response. He looks up from the pillow he has under his head when your footfalls approach, and his dour expression turns quizzical.

“What’s this, my dear?” He purrs, his eyes following the basin as you place it down on the bed and then to the bottle that catches the light when you set it on the nightstand. You offer him an enigmatic smile in return, reaching to set the harsh lights of the room to a lower setting. Immediately, the brightness dims to a muted, cozy orange, and when you turn to face Maul, his eyes glow in the low lights.

“Helping you ease. Now lay on your stomach, please.” Tonight must be a blue moon, because Maul once again obeys your tender command with no pushback. He rolls onto his front with a soft grunt, shifting slightly to get comfortable. A small frown tugs at your lips when you can notice the tenseness of his muscles, his back and shoulders visibly tight with stress.

“Oh, Maul...” The murmur escapes you before you can stop it, but before Maul can respond, you’ve soaked one towel into the basin and placed the hot, heavy fabric over Maul’s neck. A makeshift heat compress, the type meant to soothe and treat, Maul sighs when you pat it slightly, loosely molding it to his neck.

“So busy all the time,” You start as you carefully climb up onto the bed, swinging a leg over your lover so that you straddle him at the tops of his thighs. Maul grunts again, hips rutting the bed at the feel of your weight settling on and around him. It must be a blue moon for you too, because that simple action has you half moaning, half sighing and a hot feeling deep in your core.

Perhaps you’ve both been wound a bit tight as of late.

“What’s in the bottle?” Maul asks thickly, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow under his head. You grab it and pop off the top, pouring the thick liquid into your palm. It glows gently, made bioluminescent from the particular plants and scents mixed into the base oil.

“It’s a special massage oil,” You sing-song, as you set aside the bottle and place your hand on his back, “Meant to soothe muscles and whatnot.”

The moment the gooey liquid had hit Maul’s skin, he had tensed at the coolness of it. But as your hands spread it over his back, the movement and heat of his body warmed it and Maul relaxes again. The oil paints Maul glossy, putting a sheen over his crimson and midnight skin that makes you desire him even more. As you work at spreading it over his back and shoulders, a knock at the door sounds.

“Come in!” You call, and a kitchen droid enters pushing a cart of food that you had asked to be taken to your room earlier in the day. They roll the cart next to the bed, and let out a series of beeps. You look over the spread of jogan fruits, honeyed peaches, berries of all sorts, and the selection of chocolate (mostly dark, Maul’s preference) with appreciation. You smile at the droid.

“Thank you.” The droid responds with another series of beeps and as they roll out the door, closing it behind them, you pluck up a red berry and stick it in your mouth. It’s tender flesh is sweet, just as you asked for.

“Fruits and sweets, my dear?” Maul teases, tilting his head so that one of his eyes catches yours, “You are too kind.”

A grin curls up your lips mischievously, and you slide your hands up his back, kneading at his strong shoulders. Maul groans, and you lean in so that your lips just barely brush the curve of his earlobe.

“Take your pick, my love. I’ve heard the berries are juicy this year.” You coo, nipping Maul’s ear as you pull away. Your husband growls low in his chest, glaring up at you with a single blistering yellow eye. You almost expect Maul to move, but considering how boneless he’s allowed himself to go from the magic you’re working with your fingers, he doesn’t.

By the time you’ve focused on his tense shoulders, Maul’s hips have started to undulate, grinding against the mattress. You’re really fairing no better, failing to resist the urge to tilt your hips and press your core to the thigh muscles beneath you. When Maul lets out a strained groan, both from the pleasure of you kneading his shoulders and the friction on his presumably hardening length, you moan softly.

“Maul.” You only sigh his name, the warmth in your belly sinking low to the apex between your legs. The way you have him like putty beneath your hands, all lax and groaning and purring with pleasure... it makes you feel proud and immensely horny. Here he lies, Maul the Mand’alor, humping the bed like a dog in rut all because you— his wife— have rendered him placid and aroused.

“Does it feel nice?” You ask coyly, eyes heavy lidded, but you already know the answer— Maul shows it with each thrust of his hips against the bed. He must sense your amusement, and his single-eyed glare bores into yours again, his gaze a bit dewy with lust. You’ve reduced your Lord and lover to a groaning, horny mess— much like he does you, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Look at what you do to me.” He hisses, and groans again when you press the balls of your palms deep to the dip of his spine. His spine arches, hips stuttering on a thrust, and you press your palms deep into his back again. He groans even louder, cursing loudly, body stuttering.

“I enjoy it.” You giggle, hands leaving his crimson skin to apply more of the oil to your hands. You intend to continue until he comes without your cunt around his length, but as you’re distracted, Maul takes his chance. In an instant, he pushes off of the bed and you go tumbling to the side. Maul’s lightning quick reflexes both catches you, and flips you so that he’s on top and you lay on your back on the bed.

You didn’t even get the chance to yelp, it all happened so quickly.

Any attempt to struggle is met with a low growl from your lover. Maul straddles your hips and snatches your wrists in an iron grip. You’re panting, eyelids drooping, and relinquishing any control you have left. Maul notices how you go lax and smirks.

“Good choice.” He drawls, slowly and pointedly raising your hands above your head. A warning look in his fiery eyes tells you to keep them put. You do. Lord Maul is not someone to be disobeyed. He leans in close, kissing the jugular vein in your neck, biting lightly at your ear lobe. You whine, squirming beneath him.

“You know better than to attempt to reign over me, dearest.” Maul hisses against the side of your face, body pressed so tightly to yours the warmth of his presence is almost overwhelming. A broken whimper passes your lips when you recognize the swell of his erection against your thigh, the simple touch of it sending shockwaves through your body. Maul shifts to settle himself between your legs, spreading your thighs with his knees. Briefly, his fiery eyes flit down to catch sight of your dripping pussy, and a bestial growl escapes him.

Maul leans in to kiss you passionately, hungrily swallowing at you as if you’re his last meal. You moan lightly into the kiss, tasting the jogan fruit on his tongue, basking in the heat of his mouth. One of his crimson hands scoops under the low of your back, lifting your hips up off the bed, while the other firmly grasps your chin, forcing your eyes to remain on him.

“What a sneaky, little minx you are.” He teases, rolling his hips deliciously slow to grind his cock against your aching core. Maul takes in the reaction it causes in you, how your eyelids flutter, the parting of your lips, the sweet shock of pleasure.

“You guide me to our bed and attempt to dull me with a massage?” He continues, rutting his hips harder, his cock hot and hard against your pussy. You gasp, and Maul swallows it with the deep kiss he steals from your parted lips. When he parts, he grins, “So devious and cruel, my love.”

A breathy laugh passes your lips, and you smile— a tad silly looking— and you meet his molten gaze through heavy-lidded eyelids. Maul’s thumb traces the curve of your chin, then your jaw, then rests on the soft of your cheek.

“Says you.” You giggle, lolling your head into the sheets when Maul places wet kisses to the side of your neck. He digs his fingertips into the flesh of your ass when you continue, “You’re the one that’s cruel, Maul. Not me.”

Maul pulls away harshly, laughing. It’s the thick, rich one that you’ve come to learn means he’s about to do something terrible. He meets your eyes again, his palm still flat over your cheek. Then your lover winks, his eyes blistering, and promises with a wicked grin:

“I’ll show you cruel.”

#star wars #star wars darth maul #darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #darth maul #anon #anon ask #request #star wars maul #maul #maul x reader #orion answers

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astroonoo · 2 years ago

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hihi i’m here bc i need to write abt my pokémon Oc who had so much lore i have a character document that has over 500 words and isn’t nearly at all done yet and it’s going to be at least 1.5k i think so yayay

frfr i’m so interested in Pokémon i will never grow out of it and i love it so much but none of my friends play it only my cousin and brother and i just need to talk abt it bc i’ve been having an intense brainrot, (i’d say hyperfixation because that’s kind of how intense this brainrot is but idk if that’s a term used for people on the autistic spectrum bc one of my friends mentioned it once and i don’t want to throw terms around carelessly and be disrespectful to anyone so yeahhh!!!)

OKOK SO ANYWAY

they’re name’s Nyx, which means dark or night in Greek (i think?? im pretty sure because i read Heroes of Olympus and Nyx has a role in greek mythology and has to do with the night as well as fears but don’t quote me on that bc it’s been a bit since i’ve read up on my greek and roman mythology or read anything in the Riordanverse series so,, ahhh)

any their pronouns are they/xe/she and i love them to death i have a lot of OCs but they have the most detailed lore out of anyone so like yay favorite child IG

They are gender fluid and biologically female. so essentially FtGf/Nb

they are originally from Unova but ended up in Alola bc their parents thought moving would help them get along (i’ll go into this more later bc hooray TRAUMA CREATES FLAVOR I TELL YOU,,)

their team consists of Leafeon, Golisopod, Salazzle, Primarina, Mimikyu and Lunala, but not Nebby. it’s the one from the other timeline at the Altar of the Sunne/Moone near the team skull base on Ula’Ula Island, Nebby in their timeline/universe evolves into Solgaleo to balance out the sun and moon in their world

their timeline is in Sun and Moon only not Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon because Sun and Moon’s story line was so much better imo and as much as i loved USUM i loved Lusamine going insane much more so yeahhh

frfr the anime sucked in that aspect and don’t say “it’s for kids!!!!?!?!!;&:” I PLAYED MOON WHEN I WAS 10 PLS💀💀

anyWAY

Nyx was raised by Guzma after their parents decided that their child was the cause of their problems, but that was 2 years after they were abandoned. abt a year after they were, they met Eevee who later evolved into Leafeon by choice.

Nyx and Guzma actually met because Guzma was going to catch Eevee and sell him for cash but little 10 year Nyx came running and cried at him to stop and Guzma was like “wtf is this kid doing and where are their parents” and since he also had shitty parents he was like, “okay i’ll take this kid in and raise them so they don’t turn out like me ig lol”

So Guzma raised them and team skull loves them and they are the second admin of Team Skull next to Plumeria who joined maybe 2 years after Guzma took nyx in. Nyx was 12 at the time and Guzma was around 20 bc i headcannon that he was 17 when he formed team skull and 18 when he took Nyx in. Plumeria is basically Nyx’s older sister and had to teach them abt everything because Guzma had no idea on how to help a teenage girl with their girl problems (probably. idk i think it’d be funny if he freaked out about them getting their period or something bc he doesn’t know what to do and Plumeria is just like “what the fuck is wrong with you dumbasses”)

BUT YEAH NO I HAVE SO MUCH LORE FOR THEM THAT I LITERALLY WANT TO WRITE THEM 4 BOOKS.

it’d be like a coming of age story kind of with a lot of angst, crack, fluff, and overall just them trying to heal from their trauma while they experience the world of pokémon so,,

yay fun. i feel like this post is so long but i could go on and on and on abt my Oc so please help is it healthy to be this interested in a character you’ve made or a fandom you like???????

idk i might make like a part 2 to this because i’m so excited about them and i could keep ranting and explain and lore dumping and world building to random people on the internet but i’ll spare you all for now lol

#pokemon #pokémon oc #lore dump #brainrot #original character #someone needs to stop me #please help me #i’m so excited #is this normal #i love pokemon #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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