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✨ faestorian 🌿🌻🍉 @faestorian.bsky.social · 6h

You can still preorder this beautiful project btw, feat. my contribution of Sparkle ❤

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Anophi @ ferd¡bert douj¡n coming soon🖤🧡 @anophiles.bsky.social · 7h

no doujin wips this week but I almost finished storyboarding the last part so we should be back in the mines soon 🙏 but I'm cooking yanshen on the side

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 7h

I will give it some thought 🔥

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 7h

👀

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8h

You know this crossed my mind before... ❤️‍🔥

He could picture a great number of things wrapped around Ferdinand’s neck. Back in their Academy days, he imagined his fingers there quite regularly. A garrotte, once or twice. They’d both matured since then, of course. He’d settle for a choker now. A length of velvet ribbon wound closely around his throat, felt with every swallow. A fine chain, dipping into the opening in his shirt before vanishing out of sight, if not out of mind.

Ferdinand picked a random kerchief from the pile and held it against his neck. “What about this one?”

‘Utterly abhorrent,’ Hubert said, not unexpectedly, ‘it will suit you well.’

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8h

I'm here for the art AND the yapping 💖

Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8h

as Sothis intended ❤️‍🔥

Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8h

ohhh that looks so cool! is there a story? it feels like there is

tiny ferbies... 💖 I hold them gently

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ദ്ദി🎃✧ @jinop0ms.bsky.social · 8h

this

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🔞 Doodler @phantomdoodler.bsky.social · 12h

suggestions welcome
phantomdoodler.straw.page

phantomdoodler's strawpage

phantomdoodler.straw.page

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8h

spoil it to me, pretty please

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 9h

say more 👀

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 11h

anything we’d like to see?

Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 8d

maybe I should consider doing something for kinktober… thoughts?

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 7d

monsterloving mwednesday ferbies

Some of the water crested over the edge of the bathtub and spilt on the floor, gleaming on the already damp tiles. Moonlight leeched colour out of the world, throwing the bathroom into stark chiaroscuro. Black tiles. White walls. One black shoe at the doorstep. One black shoe under the white washbasin. White towels. White hand clawing at the white porcelain.

Hubert's other hand was tangled in the mass of wavy hair, as though it were the only thing anchoring him. The scales scattered in patches down Ferdinand's back seemed almost silver in that cold unreal light as he continued pushing into his willing quarry. Hubert could feel the muscles in Ferdinand's tail shift as he held him down with all the ease of someone lifting a teacup.

Ferdinand smiled at him, an open, unpretending smile full of sharp teeth. A thrill shot up through Hubert's spine, and overflowed in a moan at the first shallow thrust. His head lolled back against the edge of the bathtub, acutely aware of the fingers brushing his hair away from his eyes.

"I want you to look at me when I am inside you," Ferdinand murmured and punctuated the statement with a peck on the tip of his nose.

"I should've known you were a deviant," Hubert shot back, his voice cracking far too much to truly sell the facade of nonchalance.

The monster nuzzled his neck, a hint of those sharp teeth teasing the skin above his pulse point. "Compared to whom?"

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 12h

She's trying SO hard and yet remains unravished!

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🔞 Doodler @phantomdoodler.bsky.social · 12h

Kinktober 7

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nanako(低浮上/semi-hiatus) @nanakohf.bsky.social · 12h

#ヒューフェル版ワンドロワンライ
#ferdibert
「キャロットオレンジ #ed6d35」

※昨日、Xに1日フライングしてアップしました

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 13h

Oh interesting! Didn't think it'd add up so easily!

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 13h

how do you even choose them?

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El @sorbriquette.bsky.social · 15h

What probably should have been last WIP Wednesday because spooky season and whatnot, but have some SpookyHubert_V1_NOTFINAL from the eldritch fic I wanna start posting on halloween (but dunno if we'll get there)
Really asking the question - can you write smut so odd it becomes SFW?

The feeling of gasping without lungs was a strange one. No doubt as much for Ferdinand as it was for Hubert as the bleached bone rib cage he was laying on opened up, dropping him onto Hubert’s spine. The impact made them both bounce against the mattress, held together where Hubert’s ribs had closed once more.
In a response still left over from his humanity, Hubert covered his face with his hands. He had no eyes to screw shut and it only heightened his mortification to be unable to hide from it.
“My apologies.” It seemed his voice still saw fit to waver, he would have to investigate why that was still possible later.
Ferdinand’s hand cupped his cheek, and another kiss was pressed to his teeth. “You do not need to apologise, dear. I know this is as new to you as it is to me.”
Hubert took a steadying breath, though again, he did not have lungs, so it did very little to calm the racing of this thoughts.
Wasn’t that another existential nightmare to be dealt with later — how did he still have thoughts?
Pushing that away for a moment he tried to focus on the sensation that had caused his ribs to open and close in the first place. Slowly, they parted once more. Each opening in turn, like a the legs of a spider preparing to touch down, but with an odd clacking sound.

Ferdinand’s fingers threaded between each bone, tracing the lines of them.
Something that was not quite a shiver racked Hubert’s body, making his ribs twitch inward around Ferdinand, the spider now succumbing to poison.
“Did you not want to get out of there?” Hubert asked slowly, trying to find what it was that shook his voice and coming up short.
Ferdinand shook his head, “Not unless you would like me out.” His fingers still stroked back and forth. Reassuring and pleasurable in equal measure. Hubert wondered if this new form of his could melt into ichor alone — Ferdinand certainly seemed to be attempting such a transmutation. “We are closer like this.”
Hubert let his bones settle around Ferdinand once more, perceiving the ghost of a sigh along his jaw. “I could never want you out,” he admitted.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 15h

He's a gentleman through and through~

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すか @usnsk2.bsky.social · 20h

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 6d

#thedarkivistwrites

(happy to listen to requests)

Not smut, but maybe this is something...? I love dororitza, and I kinda like the idea of them getting a bit freaky after battle, because she wants some human contact and he thinks it's hot when she's destructive. Thoughts? Might continue this.

Dorothea and Jeritza kinky october fic would be >>>

The creeping dawn leaked in through the holes in the roof. The cathedral had been crumbling since the beginning of the war.

The same could be said about Dorothea.

Some of her allies came there to pray after battles, especially after battles as bloody and destructive as the last one, and she envied them whatever comfort they could find in the ritual. Since the professor's disappearance, Dorothea lacked the heart for it. Instead, she visited the cathedral during yet another sleepless night, hoping the silence was deep enough to drown out the ringing in her ears.

The silence didn't help.

She was sitting in the front pew, looking down at the Death Knight — no, Jeritza — with peculiar, detached fascination. It was probably a mistake. A parody of all those romances Dorothea lived out on stage. He held her hand to his face, as if to kiss it, cool eyes never leaving her face.

"You smell of blood."

She swallowed hard. "I ran out of magic during battle." With magic, it felt less like she was taking a life, at least. The sword didn't permit that little necessary self-deception.

Her breath caught in her throat as he laid his head on her lap, lips parted. His hair slid to the side, revealing the nape of his neck, strangely vulnerable in a way she couldn't imagine him to be. Dorothea reached out to touch the newly exposed skin, but stopped herself in time.

"May I?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Jeritza turned his eyes to her once more and gave a slight nod.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 1d

this is quite tame and I deviated from the prompt a little, but I hope this is still fun

feat. a little experiment with aphrodisiacs gone wrong (gone right?)

ferdibert voice kink for kink October perhaps?

Neither could've predicted things would turn out that way. Honey made out of the pollen of a certain plant, found chiefly in Aegir and Rusalka, that was favoured by many for its mild aphrodisiacal effect. When Ferdinand brought back a jar from his last trip home and suggested they give it a try, Hubert saw no reason to refuse.

After all, he'd developed resistance to most common toxins, and stimulants didn't particularly affect him either. His dose was smaller than Ferdinand's, too, because he didn't particularly care for the cloying sweetness.

In conclusion, it was most unfair that he-

He buried his face into Ferdinand's neck, trying to stifle a moan.

"I did not expect you would be so sensitive," Ferdinand commented, his hand hovering a few millimetres above Hubert's back.

"You're enjoying this," he growled through gritted teeth, palming himself over his trousers.

"Well, I admit, it is not every day I have the pleasure of seeing you so…" Ferdinand trailed off. They'd ran into that a few times — even the tamest dirty talk came to him with considerable difficulty.

Hubert looked up. His lover's pupils were noticeably dilated. It was supposed to be an indicator of something, but Hubert would be damned if he could recall what it was. Sweat was dripping down his neck. When did their sitting room get so hot? His skin itched. He dug his fingers into his side, rutting helplessly against his other hand.

"How would you like me to assist you?" Ferdinand murmured into his ear. The words went straight to his cock, bypassing his brain entirely.

Hubert groaned and uttered a sentence he never thought would pass his lips: "Keep talking."

Of course that was the moment Ferdinand found himself at a loss of words. He licked his lips, praying for inspiration to strike and…

"You are doing very well."

… that was all he could muster. Deep breaths. He wrapped an arm around Hubert and leaned closer, his lips brushing his lover's ear when he tried again. "You are irresistible when you are like this, do you know that? Keep going, I can hardly wait to see you cum." His tongue tripped on the last word, and his own face was scarlet, flustered by his own vulgarity.

But he promised to help, didn't he?

"Allow me to tell you what I was thinking of when I purchased the honey…"

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17h

I was thinking "Ferdinand behaviours" to myself before I even finished reading the post