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hairscare · 2 days

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ribald my beloathed

#my art #my ocs #hellhole #ribald #concupiscence #diagiano

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thedepartmentofdiscoveries · 1 year

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Lol I found this on the Wikipedia page about Ribaldry aka Blue Humour.

#wikipedia #wikipedia weirdness #ribald #ribaldness #ribaldry #urinals with threatening auras #bathrooms with threatening auras #from the depths of wikipedia #blue humour #blue humor

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yeuphoric · 2 years

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╰ * closed starter for @ribald ( 2 / 2 ) ♡

“ i want to be brave, ” shame colours features, brown orbs sinking to ground as the truth is ripped from the pit consuming delicate frame. always been the weakest, clinging to the other as if a lifeboat, but milena wants to do better — can be more than the burden she’s played in the past. “ i want to let go of the things i have done without any worry. ”

#based upon 'enter one' by sol seppy #sorry u got two angsty ;_;#ribald #╰ * MILENA HARDY : ⧽ thread .

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uqk63auwv · 1 year

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fiddles-ifs · 1 year

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Naz has the sort of crush on Tracker where they're just "They're mean to me because they like me <3"

Exactly.

#greenasks #a nazeri #i think ive said this before somewhere but nazeri assumes that everybody likes them by default #how could they not????#so people being mean is just some ribald japes!!! some jokes!!!#they’re just too shy to realize what an approachable and friendly person naz is!!

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itsscatballou · 6 months

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“I Should Like to Worship You Tonight”

This is probably (definitely) the most niche smut I’ve ever written, or even daydreamed up. I grew up in the Bible Belt and Feature Films for Families were a staple in our home. Rigoletto (1993) was my favorite. I’m a sucker for a Beauty and the Beast themed story, and the music was so beautiful. And of course, as an adult, I’m wildly attracted to the MMC. (Confession - I find that with any BatB story, I tend to prefer the “Beast” before his transition in the end. What does that say about me? Maybe I’ll ask my therapist.) I recently rewatched the movie a thousand times, and I have a whole fic plotted out with stories before this one, but I needed to get this one out of my head an onto “paper.” I hope someone enjoys my warping of a family movie into something not family friendly at all. ;-)

It had been three nights since I was last alone with him, my brooding master of the manor. Three nights since I’d somehow mustered the courage, or maybe it was simply a lack of inhibition?, to boldly confess how my body ached for his touch and burned with the thought of his lips trailing kisses down every bare inch of my skin.

My work had certainly suffered in the days following, constantly drifting into a daydream -memory, really- of the passion that followed . I’d find myself forgetting why I entered a room, not knowing how long I’d been standing there staring at nothing, or holding an item I didn’t remember picking up. The trance his touch had left me in… the spell I was under… it was incurable and unbreakable, save one remedy.

As I tiptoed through the dark manor, conscious of every little sound, my heart racing at who might be around the next corner, who might catch me on my secret quest, I prayed he was awake and as hungry as I.

I’d had little opportunity to be near him, and none at all to be alone with him since that night. Hans, the ever loyal manservant, had -unfortunately- finally recovered from his days long illness that had allowed me such closeness with Ari to begin with. I’d made sure to tiptoe past his door first, where I was relieved to hear him snoring like a bear.

As I descended the last few stairs to the main foyer, the door to his study and music room in sight, my prayer was answered. He was awake, and playing his pianoforte, as he did more often than he didn’t. It was his most beautiful quality, although his voice rivaled it, and the songs he made the instrument sing often filled the halls of this enormous house. I had been haunted from my first day here with the enchanting loneliness of the tunes that seemed to pierce straight to my soul. As the days went on, though, they turned to somewhat brighter notes, lonely but with a tinge of hope. From there they drifted into scores of longing, an unrequited love. Since our union three nights ago, the halls had been filled with lovely romantic tunes, sometimes sultry and passionate, sometimes light and airy like rays of sun slipping through the trees in the early morning hours. It was this type of tune I followed now, my bare feet padding lightly on the wooden floors.

I slipped through the sliding door of his study, silently closing it behind me, and through the open doors into the room beyond I saw him, his long, dark hair shining in the gentle candlelight. I could see the shadows dancing on the scars of his face as he moved with the music. I thought to walk over and touch them, to caress the evidence of all the pain of his previous life. But tonight, I was feeling a bit playful.

As his tune drifted like those morning rays of light over a misty field, warming and awakening something deep within me, I began twirling and moving with the rhythm. I have never been accused of being a lovely dancer, but I felt graceful as I lightly moved across the room. I stopped in front of the bay window, opening the curtains to let the rays of moonlight in. The beauty of the full moon illuminating the front courtyard gave me pause and for a moment I was lost in the night, with the low, beautiful melody of his song in the background.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I suddenly became aware that the music had stopped some time ago. I turned my back to the window and found him still at the piano, but with his hands stacked on his cane, watching me. I had the feeling he’d been staring at me for quite a while, and the feeling brought a blush to my cheeks. I felt bared naked, though I was still wrapped in my silk robe.

“You are a goddess,” Ari finally broke the silence.

I smiled shyly at him, trying to think of something clever and flirty to reply. My words failed me as he rose. The light tap of his cane filling the quiet room as he moved slowly toward me.

He towered over me, his gaze piercing mine, as he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes, desperately wanting him to close the distance between our lips, to start our dance together.

His hand left my chin and as I opened my eyes in confusion, I felt the belt of my robe tugged undone. As he slipped it from my shoulders, baring my completely naked body, my breath caught in my throat.

“I should like to worship you tonight,” he continued his thought, his eyes raking over every inch of my moonlit form.

His hand found my waist and gently pushed until my back touched the window, a gasp escaping my mouth at the shock of the cold glass on my skin.

He grinned devilishly at the sound, and using his cane for support, made his way down onto his good knee. Before I could make another sound, he’d lifted my leg and draped it on his shoulder, baring my flower to his hungry gaze.

He began with slow, warm kisses at the top of my thigh. It tickled and I giggled, but ran my hands through his thick hair in encouragement. His kisses moved inward, finding my petals, and the tickles quickly turned to tingles. He moved inward still, his lips finding the center of me, and his kisses became sucks. His tongue began making long, lazy strokes, and I knew I was dripping wet from more than his mouth. My groans could not be stifled as he continued, alternating between sucks, licks, and kisses.

The sudden sensation of fingers entering me caused a yelp of pleasure, and I felt him smile against me before continuing his skilled work. His fingers moved as expertly as his tongue, and I soon felt the crescendo of an orgasm building within me. My hands tugged in his hair, my back arching away from the window and pushing my core further onto his face. His remaining hand cupped my ass, and as he forcefully sucked one long time, I unraveled against him, gasping sharply and exhaling his name, “Ari”.

He was gentle as he continued his work while I came down from my high, and when he finally set my leg down and rose, his own arousal was evident under his robe.

He stopped me when I moved to reach for his erection, more than willing to return the favor. He smiled as he kissed me, moving my hand to his face.

“I said I would like to worship you tonight,” he whispered onto my mouth, “how should you like to be worshiped next?”

I kissed him deeply, and then led him by the hand back to his piano bench.

“With the piano, I think,” I said, giving him a sincere smile.

The melody he played will follow me the rest of my days- it’s beauty, I’m convinced, can never be matched.

#rigoletto #rigoletto movie 1993 #ribalde #smut #I’m sorry if I ruin your childhood with this one #don’t judge me

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libraryspectre · 2 years

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Last night I was reading Pride and Prejudice before bed and I said "they eat a lot of cold meat in this book" and my wife lying next to me proceeded to make meat warming jokes for the next half hour while I kicked her and tried in vain to finish my chapter while laughing uncontrollably at her astonishingly good Lady Catherine impression

I did not finish my chapter

#i will not repeat the jokes they were far too ribald #i love my wife but she is so chaotic #pride and prejudice

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randomnameless · 10 months

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I just had a super important Adrestian thought, relating to the post of yesterday :

“By the covenant between the red blood and the white sword and by the double-headed eagle upon your head, I hereby pronounce you the new emperor.”

“Imperial Year 32: The War of Heroes -

Wilhelm Paul Hresvelg, the inaugural Adrestian Emperor -”

HC of the day :

Faerghan propaganda, just after the independance, said Adrestia sucked because it was created by “Emperor small dick”.

Adrestian historians and the Imperial palace was so pissed, they replied with “tru facts discovered yesterday” pamphlets, more or less saying :

“He had a super LARGE and BIGGEST CLAYMORE EVER”

“A GIGANORMOUS white sword, Saint Seiros needed to rest for ten days and ten nights after bleeding that much due to its MASSIVE SIZE!”

“Befitting the progenitor of our glorious line, his sword was 15FT LONG!”

Some more sensible Adrestians replied with something like size does not matter, and as Adrestians they are more civilised than barbarian brutes who think about mating and are controlled by their impulses - not wanting to participate in a dick measuring contest, because hey, they are Adrestians, they won’t sink that low.

Faerghan sensible people agreed that talking about the size of dicks is ridiculous and they are worth more than randoms who laugh at dick jokes. It worked for several years.

However, one of their King - Robert the Simple - who had a too much “worthless adrestian grape juice” during a diplomatic meeting hosted at the Monastery, called Emperor Otto the IIIrd a coward for refusing to send soldiers at the border of their territory (Leicester didn’t exist yet!) against Almyran invasions, but that was to be expected from “Emperor small dick’s descendant”.

The Archbishop of that time thus had to arbitrate a possible conflict arising over a penis joke, and asked to a random lass called Valefor if they remembered anything about a throne, or a place called Zanado, because she was so going to have a breakdown dealing with those humans.

#fodlan nonsense #very serious posts #some Adrestians don't want to play that game while others use propaganda to counter propaganda #when seteth came out of his seclusion the first thing he heard was a faerghan ribald song talking about emperor small dick #he thought he was already dead but sadly no #Jerry had once to suffer through Rhea's rant about how wonderful and perfect and great Willy was #since then he refrained from humming the Faerghan ribald song #Edelgard thought the world was cursed when she saw 75 essays on her ancestor's dick #an archbishop of that time tried to solve the issue making an official statement about Willy's dick #she saw a lot of human people around and it was average a trusted cardinal burnt the draft for this statement #'her grace is very tired'#'she is not thinking rationally'#when Seteth came to the monastery he wanted to canonise this cardinal #is it the wilhelm hour?#Fe16

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hairscare · 1 month

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You just wanted to draw the onceler but pink didnt you

i guess you can say that. mainly i just wanted to design a tumblr sexyman of this variety bc concupiscence and lamarcil are actually hot and i felt like i needed to fill the lust demon demographic of sickly thin guy in a suit who doesnt need that cane. i also thought itd be funny if no one was actually attracted to him in hell bc the beauty standards are different

#my art #my ocs #ribald #hellhole

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zelda7999 · 10 months

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1 and 28, first OC and most dangerous OC!

I'm throwing images in these, so I am also going to put it under a read more so people don't have to see it if they choose not to ldskajfhsdkjhf

First OC; Zelda (including first drawing of them!)

September 30th, 2014

for the longest time this OC was also my sona, they have been with me through all of my transition too so they started as a confused she/her and then slowly transitioned to he/him as they should be uwu but so many people still refer to them as she so I have defaulted to they/them aaaaaaaaaaaa

anyways! here's Zelda's updated reference sheet;

Don't mind the notes it's all from his story kafkjshflskjfhlkjd mostly, some of it is also just me getting tired of people misgendering him cause he was my sona at some point and aslkjfhslkjdf it's messy just look at the art not the notes LMAO

and my most dangerous OC! Meet Ribald Hughes;

He is my FFXIV character, and by far my most dangerous. He may be a father, and loving husband... but they kind of make you commit several war crimes in FFXIV, and it's part of his backstory... and I mean, 'cmon, he can legit kill gods and does it easily. So uh, don't make him genuinely mad LMAO

I don't have many drawings of just him, or a drawn reference image really... soooooo accept the screenshot of him instead XD

#ask zelda #kibbits asks #Zelda's OC's #My art #My OC's #Old Art & New #Zelda Wolf #Ribald Hughes #FFXIV WoL #ffxiv oc #cw scars #cw minor nudity #cw self harm #scars #self harm #<- putting all those for the reference images #just incase

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yeuphoric · 2 years

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╰ * closed starter for @ribald ( 1 / 2 ) ♡

“ i used to love you like the world would end. ” cannot meet their gaze, instead olive hues make a home of a grubby sneaker scuffing restlessly at floor. heart is already frangible, dillon doesn’t dare risk shattering it completely by seeking out the look there in their eyes as he speaks. “ but that’s the thing about people. we change when we walk away. ”

#the song it's based on is 'people change' by mipso #╰ * DILLON VALENTINE : ⧽ thread .#ribald

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orgyporgy · 1 year

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I love my lips I think I have a very shapely and romantic mouth

#sorry to be so ribald

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iamdexter123 · 1 year

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