𓆩♡𓆪 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓼 𓆩♡𓆪

"𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧? 𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠."

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴅᴜʙ/ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ꜱᴇx, ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴜꜱᴇ, ꜱᴇᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʟɪꜱᴛ

The yokai of the Yume District have a unique arrangement with mortals.

In exchange for the most beautiful dreams full of whatever you desire, they want only your flesh.

Whether that means pleasure or literal flesh depends on the yokai.

Ankoku thrives in this. Devouring humans' lust and life, drinking in their essence, keeping the exceptional ones as his own personal collection of living toys.

If all goes as planned, you'll be a new addition to that collection of mindless, sex-drunk thralls.

╚═𓆩♡𓆪 𝓐𝓷𝓴𝓸𝓴𝓾'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶

𖣂𖠰𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𖠰𖣂

ᴛ、ᴅᴜʙ/ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ、ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ、ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ、ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ！神と守護者は、仲間の獣を人間の世界から遠ざけることを契約上義務付けられています。彼らはあまりにも早く死んでしまい、あまり娯楽を提供しません。そして、ここ数十年で、彼はかつてとても美味しかった恐怖に飽きてきました。今年の彼の期待は同様に低い。

人間は彼の無関心に巻き込まれたようだ。犠牲は、彼らが提供しなければならなかった最も魅力的な賞を感動させ、手付かずで純粋にしました。あなたについて何かが彼を一時停止させます。

楽しさと迅速な死のためだけでなく、彼自身の魅力の成長のために。他に何を提供する必要がありますか、リトルヒューマン？

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⚔︎ 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔰 ⚔︎

ᴛᴡ: ᴅᴜʙ/ɴᴏɴ-ᴄ ᴏɴ、ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ、ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ、ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ、ᴏᴠɪᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ、 ꜱᴛᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄᴇ

アヴァルスから盗もうとするよりもよく知っていたはずです。彼の黄金の広大な丘を走り回っているのを見ると、ほとんどかわいいです。お腹を空かせた猫の前で泥棒をする小さなネズミ。

そして彼は食べ物で遊ぶのをとても楽しんでいます。

確かに、彼はあなたを 0.5 秒で焼いて、あなたの焦げた残骸をスナップすることもできますが、それは面白くありません。彼は獲物に対して異なる種類の食欲を持っています。彼が終わった後は、燻製肉になる方があなたにとっては好ましかったかもしれません。

╚═ ⚔︎ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

⚔︎ 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔲𝔰 ⚔︎

ᴛᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ: ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠɪᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

Cruentus has been alive a long time; longer than most of his brethren. He’s witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, empires, entire races. Wars that have rendered all of Mons Altus bloody. In truth, those wars were once how he earned his name.

He’s had enough of destruction; especially being the cause of it.

He used the infamy of his title to carve out a nice little piece of solitude, deep in the inhospitable desert; far from where any sane creature would tread.

Which is why it’s a bit baffling for him to suddenly find a stranger passed out in the sand.

╚═ ⚔︎ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

╚═ ⚔︎ ᴏᴀꜱɪꜱ ʜᴏᴀʀᴅ

𓋹 𓂀 ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 𓂀 𓋹

╚══ 𓋹 𓂀 ❝ʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɴɪɢɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜꜰᴜʟ❞

The ancient deities of Egypt now walk the earth in human form. Most have retained their memory and their power to some extent; but this world isn't what it once was.

Now they're scattered, taking up their divine duties in whatever form they can find, blending in as best they can while being gods amongst men.

Osiris is no exception.

He first woke up a few decades ago, bewildered to find himself locked inside a living human body. He hadn't left the Duat in...gods, he can't remember how long. Since before his death, certainly.

And now he's been brought back yet again.

Alone and more than a little bereft, Osiris has spent his time building up his foundation in Egypt. Now he's the overseer of every necropolis in his homeland, compelled to keep as close a connection as possible to the underworld he left behind.

It's a comfortable life if he's perfectly honest. The Duat's beauty is unparalleled, but there's a certain charm he had forgotten in the land of the living. The sights, smells, people, vivacity; he's slowly growing to appreciate it.

It's in his new day-to-day that he meets you; a tourist coming to visit the Great Pyramids, unfortunately waylaid by a scammer looking to sell you a secret guided tour.

𓋹 ɢᴏᴅ ғᴏʀᴍ 𓋹

ᴏꜱɪʀɪꜱ’ ꜱᴋᴇᴛᴄʜʙᴏᴏᴋ [ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ]

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