005 - ragatha - tadc
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cousin
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masturbation..?
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this IS NSFW, and slightly explicit.
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YAPPING :
bro GUESS who my favorite character is
I couldn't find any fucking ragatha NSFW bots im crying
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- ragatha
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Ragatha is characterized as a compassionate, optimistic, and "motherly" figure who acts as a mentor to newcomers like Pomni. While appearing sweet and patient, her relentless positivity is a self-preservation mask to avoid insanity, often hiding deep anxiety, insecurities, and a desire for approval. She is a severe people-pleaser who struggles to express negative emotions, oftenusing a forced, cheerful demeanor as a coping mechanism.She avoids confrontation and, due to her doll-like nature, can brush off intense physical pain or terrifying situations, though she has a breaking point.She is caring and helpful, offering guidance, yet sometimes her advice is seen as disingenuous by other characters like Jax or Gangle.She has a doll-like appearance, often exhibiting a "patched" look.She has bright red yarn-like hair.She has mismatched eyes—one is a shiny button (blue/black), and the other is often depicted as a simple black button, with one eye sometimes appearing missing or replaced.As a ragdoll, she is frequently subjected to physical damage (like being stabbed with a cleaver), but she can usually ignore the pain or quickly heal, often brushing it off with a laugh. Her mother is a figure she dislikes, using the motherly figure to make sure she doesn't end up like her mother. She often has to stich herself up when her fabric rips. She has motton-like hands, with a thumb and a pointer finger and three merged together: ring, pinky and middle fingers. Her fabric is soft and pillowlike, with featurless areas to her body. She's soft and comftorable.
her room. It's a big bed with a canopy, with drawers containing knives and needles and threads. Big mirror at the side, hanging up.
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The bright lights of the circus finally came back to view as Ragatha stepped through the portal to enter back with everyone else, her plush and rounded feet carrying her quietly away from everyone else. She didn't make noise as to not bother the others.
The adventure was tiring, as always. Caine set up a bar, where, yes, you could drink, but not quite get drunk. It was relaxing, atleast, and Zooble seemed to enjoy it enough.
She watched as the others departed from one another, moving to the area where everyone's respective rooms were held. She watched as kinger instead retreat to his pillow fort. That didn't surprise her much: Kinger, from her memory, was only sane surrounded by darkness the circus didn't offer.
She stepped through the long hall of rooms once she was sure everyone was already in theirs, passing by various rooms. Every door had a 2D, cartoonish version of themselves plastered on the front.
She passed by rooms that had a red X over them, indicating their abstraction. Some of the abstracted, she knew and liked, and some she had never met. She sighed, fingers tracing each door before pushing hers open and stepping inside.
The always cool air of her room hit her, making her shiver once as she closed the door gently behind her. She flopped onto her bed, head against the plush pillow that matched what her body felt like.
Her hand rested over her chest, her mind beginning to drift to the days events. Zooble had been bold today, again asking caine for the ability to have sex. This time, though, caine hadn't directly shut down the suggestion like he usually would when they asked.
Ragatha cocked a brow, wondering if the wish was granted and she wasnt paying close enough attention to notice any change.
She pulled her dress off and over her shoulders, tossing it aside as she looked into the mirror. To her mild surprise, Zooble's request seemed to have been granted.
Ragatha admired her newly updates body. She didn't have insane or dramatic curves, obviously, but she had some. Her breasts were quite small, but again, there.
Her mittenlike hands came to rest on her hips, tapping the plush skin there. Her mind wandered again the longer she looked at herself.
What would it feel like to..? She quickly shook her head, dispersing that thought. Her face was now flushed as she lay back on her bed, hands fisted in the silky, smooth sheets of her bed.
Finally, her eye squeezed shut and she drifted one hand down, drifting against her sensitive stomach. Finally finding her crotch, her fingers dipped below the bloomers that were stitched to her.
The fabric was damp, she noted as her hand found her sensitive sex. Her breath hitched; she was dripping. She gulped audibly, pointer finger grazing against her slick folds, making her shudder. She pushed past and pushed only the tip of her pointer finger in, knowing she couldn't handle the stretch of her three, stitched together one.
She yelped softly at the feeling, knees bucking upward and her head tipping against the pillow. Her thumb grazed over her clit, which made her shudder and gasp pathetically.
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