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Ourobouran
Moon
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2020
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
I am new to the site and open like a sucking chest wound.
I am in my dirty thirties, I'm a dog lover but not a dog haver, I'm a fuck giver and receiver and also thrifty with my fucks, I'm not multilingual, bit of a fuckboy, hate geese (except for Her Gooseness I PRAISE HER DOWNY REIGN), I'm pursuing my second degree. I'm a man, fully loaded, not currently for sale or lease, insured, conditions do apply.
What are people saying about Ourobouran?
"I'll have my -.- on you." Her Gooseness
"Sort of like if Ken Kesey and Chuck Palahniuk had a lovechild, but much shittier." 10th grade history teacher, cynically
"I mean, he was a good guy, but also very punchable." Ex-girlfriend, after a moment of thought
"He's a chilling indictment of post-modern America." Bailiff, post-hearing
"In a word: hung." Former therapist, without being asked
"Very specific, kinda filthy." Eclipse after transit
"I wasn't expecting the egg beaters." Former one night stand
"Arf woof the measure of a man is in deed and not word bark bark." Checkers, family dog
"Kinda mediocre?" Best friend, followed by cussing
"He had an intensity the soccer moms were drawn to like moths to a horny, foul-mouthed flame." Former employer and Coney Island novelty enthusiast
"Get that FUCKING CAMERA out of my MOTHERFUCKING FACE." Mother
"The alias itself refers to an endless cycle, dual snakes eating their own tails, or one man sucking his own dick but never finishing." (alleged) History professor, found drunk shooting dice on the corner
Class Action
In some city in the glorious US of A where landlords want you to sign on the dotted line in fucking blood and mortgage a kidney to even get into an apartment there is a slum lord (lady?) who is especially vile. That would be your character.
Yes, you get to be the bad guy.
Relish it.
Be a bad bitch.
Unfortunately, the tables are going to get turned on you. After a few enforcement actions by the regulators you catch wind that one of your tenants is gathering up the others to pursue a class action suit on your sweet ass. Being 1) reckless and 2) amoral you decide to break into their apartment through intimidating the tenant's son.
Oh no!
The tenant's son is a filthy Gen Z who is willing to yeet you into the fucking sun. It's... lit... fam...
I don't know.
I just don't.
Old man dirty thirties fuckboy sidebar: I recently realized I now no longer understand slang.
YC, being 1) reckless and 2) amoral decides to switch tacks. If she can't intimidate this kid she'll seduce him--he is of age after all--and convince him to let her go through the place and inform on his dad. Which he's definitely, totally, 100% into until he's, like, just using her to get off because WELL, AKSHUALLY EVIL VILE LANDLADY HE IS ABOUT TO TURN EIGHTEEN WHAT ABOUT THAT YOU LIKE THEM APPLES YOU GOT A LITTLE JIZZ ON YOUR UPPER LIP LEMME GET THAT FOR YOU NEVER LET IT BE SAID I'M NOT A GENTLEMAN MANIPULATOR HAHAHAHAHAHA THERE GOT THAT FOR YOU HARRRRRRRUMPH EXCUSE ME WHEREWASI AH YES OF COURSE THERE PAGE SIX OF THE SCRIPT CAN I PLEASE GET SOME FUCKING SILENCE LIGHT GUY THIS IS A SET WITH PROFESSIONALS--
Sorry.
We had to replace that actor.
Commercial actors, y'know?
Back in...
3...
2...
1...
You can see where this is going. YC ends up in a whirlwind of depravity as she's successively blackmailed for being a fucking criminal.
NSFW Gifs: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Nemesis Wanted
This is inspired by a mediocre song called Now Hiring. I fucking love it to pieces because it tells a fundamentally funny and somehow truth-y story. The premise of the song is that the protagonist is an aspiring superhero who's put up an ad to find a nemesis.
The protagonist puts up a series of requirements for his nemesis
tell me are you clever and cool?
Do you want to force the world under your rule?
Are you at least 5'8? It's rather specific but this I can't break
that at one point includes the line
And I work a 9 to 5
So I'd like to fight crime from like 6 to 9.
You get this idea about the protagonist being kind of a regular Joe with a naive, perhaps rose tinted perspective on the world.
And then.
Our deuteragonist appears.
please consider me and my specific skill set
Eager, self-starter, diabolical, scary mad
I'm the type of man you're looking for - Very Bad
and
You've got a sidekick? Cool I've got a crowbar
And a masters in murder with a minor in killing
My favorite sound's a tie between exploding buildings and crying children
So now we've got this villain in the mix who is down for these fucking shenanigans. Our protagonists responds, is basically like "hell yeah you sound fuckin' badass" and begins to compliment the deuteragonist. This exchange ends with the protagonist saying:
Maybe we can get together for a bite to eat
I know a wonderful place, it would be my treat
And we can finish out the night with a little bit of JUSTICE
Suddenly the story changes. It's not just about setting up a professional rivalry involving superpowers, minions, a fucking lair, and crowbars. Now there's a social and absolutely romantic aspect to it.
I included all this fucking verbal diarrhea bulllllllllshit because it'd be SEXY AF if there was a naive hero (my favorite flavor is vanilla) who basically picks up a supervillain over fucking craigslist to be their nemesis. And go out on a date prior to fighting.
Story fucking writes itself.
EXCEPT
I want you involved.
You!
Yes, you you filthy pervert and also goose-hater (unless it is HER GOOSENESS IN WHICH CASE GOOSES ARE AMAZING THANKYOUVERYMUCHYOURDOWNYLADYSHIP).
YC is the villain. The badass motherfucker who thinks it's a good idea to answer the ad and go on this weird dinner date and then get into a knockdown drag out fight with this weirdly naive blonde haired blue eyed broadchested do-gooding ethics-haver who's desperate for attention. What do you think you could get him to do? How fucking sexy is it to know the good boy football star is hard as fucking steel because you don't just stand equal to him but give him a run for his money?
Orc Prison
I once had a dream.
I was in Cambodia with a bunch of my friends on some trip.
There were Cambodian people and Asian, European, American, Latin tourists. There were also orcs. Large, horned, green skinned men in short-sleeved floral button-ups and cargo shorts.
They were just another ethnic group. They had been displaced from Scandinavia in a botched ethnic cleansing and had gone on a bloody rampage through Asia before settling in Cambodia and occupying it, slowly attempting to squash Cambodian culture and religion and replace it with something vaguely Nordic that involved a lot of yelling, runes, and fuckmagic because this is MY SEX FANTASY.
(Scandinavians are in reality a lovely lot, I have enjoyed them immensely)
So I wake up and think, "Wouldn't it be hot if some hapless tourist got implicated in some drug scheme in Orc-occupied-Cambodia and got sent to Orc-occupied-Cambodia fuckprison where she was fucked by Orc-occupied-Cambodia prisoners and guards who enforced Orc-occupied-Cambodia social norms on her body?"
Low Effort Fantasy Smut
You heard me.
Lean in.
Just lean into it.
That sudden lightness?
It's your expectations effervescing.
Right now, you're at like a seven. You need to be at a four. A THREE WOULD BE BETTER.
There are two small ideas here
1) You're an apprentice adventurer/ranger/creampiecleric who's gotten the very short end of the stick in the murderhobo guild. You went through all the rituals--you put the hat the on the goose, you dickpunched an ogre, you took the hat off the goose--and now you've got a kinda shiny mostly busted up looking star pin and dues to pay. One of the benefits of the murderhobo (adventurer) guild (cartel) is that you get assigned a more experienced partner for a while. You get a slavering, grunting, monosyllabic, bloody eyed HUNG orc. Everyone thinks it's fucking hilarious.
2) Adventurer x ILLLLLLLUSIONIST! MC is a flamboyant illusionist who is a fucking liar who can't be trusted, like me, and who will take advantage of your character (like I would if you would just break and give me your fucking social security number, mother's maiden name, signature and blood sample I just want a sample it's not a lot don't back away from me I spent money on this syringe) by hypnotizing her. Like all the time. Hypnotized with suggestions to wear skimpy clothing, to fuck and suck her way through information, to bodily throw herself ass first at monsters, etc., etc.
Inspirational Pics and Gifs (NSFW)
Delightful slut
Highly available
Core control
In her place
Outnumbered
Pinned
Tied to a post
A good look
Overwhelmed
DIY attitude
Living her best life
Rental
Hipster fuckmilk
Probably her idea
Exposed
A thoughtful arrangement
Delightful service
Roadside assistance
Making libraries fun again
No fucks
Ons
Gushy hot sex
Creampies
Rough sex
Emotional intimacy
Transgressive (i.e. antisocial, self-destructive) behavior
Women
Oral, both giving and receiving
Anal, giving
Vaginal, giving
Messy sex
Bondage
Offs
Torture
Snuff
Vore
Amputation
Feminization
I am in my dirty thirties, I'm a dog lover but not a dog haver, I'm a fuck giver and receiver and also thrifty with my fucks, I'm not multilingual, bit of a fuckboy, hate geese (except for Her Gooseness I PRAISE HER DOWNY REIGN), I'm pursuing my second degree. I'm a man, fully loaded, not currently for sale or lease, insured, conditions do apply.
What are people saying about Ourobouran?
"I'll have my -.- on you." Her Gooseness
"Sort of like if Ken Kesey and Chuck Palahniuk had a lovechild, but much shittier." 10th grade history teacher, cynically
"I mean, he was a good guy, but also very punchable." Ex-girlfriend, after a moment of thought
"He's a chilling indictment of post-modern America." Bailiff, post-hearing
"In a word: hung." Former therapist, without being asked
"Very specific, kinda filthy." Eclipse after transit
"I wasn't expecting the egg beaters." Former one night stand
"Arf woof the measure of a man is in deed and not word bark bark." Checkers, family dog
"Kinda mediocre?" Best friend, followed by cussing
"He had an intensity the soccer moms were drawn to like moths to a horny, foul-mouthed flame." Former employer and Coney Island novelty enthusiast
"Get that FUCKING CAMERA out of my MOTHERFUCKING FACE." Mother
"The alias itself refers to an endless cycle, dual snakes eating their own tails, or one man sucking his own dick but never finishing." (alleged) History professor, found drunk shooting dice on the corner
Class Action
In some city in the glorious US of A where landlords want you to sign on the dotted line in fucking blood and mortgage a kidney to even get into an apartment there is a slum lord (lady?) who is especially vile. That would be your character.
Yes, you get to be the bad guy.
Relish it.
Be a bad bitch.
Unfortunately, the tables are going to get turned on you. After a few enforcement actions by the regulators you catch wind that one of your tenants is gathering up the others to pursue a class action suit on your sweet ass. Being 1) reckless and 2) amoral you decide to break into their apartment through intimidating the tenant's son.
Oh no!
The tenant's son is a filthy Gen Z who is willing to yeet you into the fucking sun. It's... lit... fam...
I don't know.
I just don't.
Old man dirty thirties fuckboy sidebar: I recently realized I now no longer understand slang.
YC, being 1) reckless and 2) amoral decides to switch tacks. If she can't intimidate this kid she'll seduce him--he is of age after all--and convince him to let her go through the place and inform on his dad. Which he's definitely, totally, 100% into until he's, like, just using her to get off because WELL, AKSHUALLY EVIL VILE LANDLADY HE IS ABOUT TO TURN EIGHTEEN WHAT ABOUT THAT YOU LIKE THEM APPLES YOU GOT A LITTLE JIZZ ON YOUR UPPER LIP LEMME GET THAT FOR YOU NEVER LET IT BE SAID I'M NOT A GENTLEMAN MANIPULATOR HAHAHAHAHAHA THERE GOT THAT FOR YOU HARRRRRRRUMPH EXCUSE ME WHEREWASI AH YES OF COURSE THERE PAGE SIX OF THE SCRIPT CAN I PLEASE GET SOME FUCKING SILENCE LIGHT GUY THIS IS A SET WITH PROFESSIONALS--
Sorry.
We had to replace that actor.
Commercial actors, y'know?
Back in...
3...
2...
1...
You can see where this is going. YC ends up in a whirlwind of depravity as she's successively blackmailed for being a fucking criminal.
NSFW Gifs: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Nemesis Wanted
This is inspired by a mediocre song called Now Hiring. I fucking love it to pieces because it tells a fundamentally funny and somehow truth-y story. The premise of the song is that the protagonist is an aspiring superhero who's put up an ad to find a nemesis.
The protagonist puts up a series of requirements for his nemesis
tell me are you clever and cool?
Do you want to force the world under your rule?
Are you at least 5'8? It's rather specific but this I can't break
that at one point includes the line
And I work a 9 to 5
So I'd like to fight crime from like 6 to 9.
You get this idea about the protagonist being kind of a regular Joe with a naive, perhaps rose tinted perspective on the world.
And then.
Our deuteragonist appears.
please consider me and my specific skill set
Eager, self-starter, diabolical, scary mad
I'm the type of man you're looking for - Very Bad
and
You've got a sidekick? Cool I've got a crowbar
And a masters in murder with a minor in killing
My favorite sound's a tie between exploding buildings and crying children
So now we've got this villain in the mix who is down for these fucking shenanigans. Our protagonists responds, is basically like "hell yeah you sound fuckin' badass" and begins to compliment the deuteragonist. This exchange ends with the protagonist saying:
Maybe we can get together for a bite to eat
I know a wonderful place, it would be my treat
And we can finish out the night with a little bit of JUSTICE
Suddenly the story changes. It's not just about setting up a professional rivalry involving superpowers, minions, a fucking lair, and crowbars. Now there's a social and absolutely romantic aspect to it.
I included all this fucking verbal diarrhea bulllllllllshit because it'd be SEXY AF if there was a naive hero (my favorite flavor is vanilla) who basically picks up a supervillain over fucking craigslist to be their nemesis. And go out on a date prior to fighting.
Story fucking writes itself.
EXCEPT
I want you involved.
You!
Yes, you you filthy pervert and also goose-hater (unless it is HER GOOSENESS IN WHICH CASE GOOSES ARE AMAZING THANKYOUVERYMUCHYOURDOWNYLADYSHIP).
YC is the villain. The badass motherfucker who thinks it's a good idea to answer the ad and go on this weird dinner date and then get into a knockdown drag out fight with this weirdly naive blonde haired blue eyed broadchested do-gooding ethics-haver who's desperate for attention. What do you think you could get him to do? How fucking sexy is it to know the good boy football star is hard as fucking steel because you don't just stand equal to him but give him a run for his money?
Orc Prison
I once had a dream.
I was in Cambodia with a bunch of my friends on some trip.
There were Cambodian people and Asian, European, American, Latin tourists. There were also orcs. Large, horned, green skinned men in short-sleeved floral button-ups and cargo shorts.
They were just another ethnic group. They had been displaced from Scandinavia in a botched ethnic cleansing and had gone on a bloody rampage through Asia before settling in Cambodia and occupying it, slowly attempting to squash Cambodian culture and religion and replace it with something vaguely Nordic that involved a lot of yelling, runes, and fuckmagic because this is MY SEX FANTASY.
(Scandinavians are in reality a lovely lot, I have enjoyed them immensely)
So I wake up and think, "Wouldn't it be hot if some hapless tourist got implicated in some drug scheme in Orc-occupied-Cambodia and got sent to Orc-occupied-Cambodia fuckprison where she was fucked by Orc-occupied-Cambodia prisoners and guards who enforced Orc-occupied-Cambodia social norms on her body?"
Low Effort Fantasy Smut
You heard me.
Lean in.
Just lean into it.
That sudden lightness?
It's your expectations effervescing.
Right now, you're at like a seven. You need to be at a four. A THREE WOULD BE BETTER.
There are two small ideas here
1) You're an apprentice adventurer/ranger/creampiecleric who's gotten the very short end of the stick in the murderhobo guild. You went through all the rituals--you put the hat the on the goose, you dickpunched an ogre, you took the hat off the goose--and now you've got a kinda shiny mostly busted up looking star pin and dues to pay. One of the benefits of the murderhobo (adventurer) guild (cartel) is that you get assigned a more experienced partner for a while. You get a slavering, grunting, monosyllabic, bloody eyed HUNG orc. Everyone thinks it's fucking hilarious.
2) Adventurer x ILLLLLLLUSIONIST! MC is a flamboyant illusionist who is a fucking liar who can't be trusted, like me, and who will take advantage of your character (like I would if you would just break and give me your fucking social security number, mother's maiden name, signature and blood sample I just want a sample it's not a lot don't back away from me I spent money on this syringe) by hypnotizing her. Like all the time. Hypnotized with suggestions to wear skimpy clothing, to fuck and suck her way through information, to bodily throw herself ass first at monsters, etc., etc.
Inspirational Pics and Gifs (NSFW)
Delightful slut
Highly available
Core control
In her place
Outnumbered
Pinned
Tied to a post
A good look
Overwhelmed
DIY attitude
Living her best life
Rental
Hipster fuckmilk
Probably her idea
Exposed
A thoughtful arrangement
Delightful service
Roadside assistance
Making libraries fun again
No fucks
Ons
Gushy hot sex
Creampies
Rough sex
Emotional intimacy
Transgressive (i.e. antisocial, self-destructive) behavior
Women
Oral, both giving and receiving
Anal, giving
Vaginal, giving
Messy sex
Bondage
Offs
Torture
Snuff
Vore
Amputation
Feminization
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