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master-muffinn · 9 months

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That time i got reincarnated as a slime

When their s/o sitting on their lap in public.

The first time you sit on their lap they get extremely nervous and blushing. They look around them to see peoples reactions “What will they think? Is this really ok?” are their thoughts. Poor souls aren’t used to this kind of thing. They probably tell you it is inappropriate but they don’t have the heart to push you away, they love you too much for that. Where are they going to put their hands? On your shoulders? On your thighs? Around your belly? Or should they first ask for your permission to even touch you? Help them s/o!! Try not to do it around too many people or even in front of their friends/leader, they might die of embarrassment!

Even when you have done this a couple of times they are still blushing and are a little nervous, but now they can put their arms around you and be a little more confident.

^ Benimaru, Souka, Geld? ^

These people LOVE it when you sit on their lap! You can do it whenever you want! When they sit and talk with their friends? Yes! While they are working? Of course! During the meetings? No problem! They will basically drag you to their lap and hold you with such pride and happiness. If you decide not to sit on their lap they might even look a little hurt and pout, but it gets over quickly.

If anyone questions it, they will be greatly offended. Like “How DARE you question us?” Is pretty much their reaction. (They might even start a fight, depending on who it is). They will continue to hold you anyway, it’s none of other people's business, they do as they want.

^ Veldora, Milim, Shion, Rimuru, Ranga, Rigurd ^

They get surprised at first and blushing, but they adapt pretty quickly. They don't mind at all, in fact they think it’s cute and nice that their s/o want to sit on their lap. It makes them feel happy that you trust them enough and want to protect you even more. It’s fine anytime, as long as it’s not in the way of work or during meetings. These people are pretty confident so they don't care what people think and say, what are they gonna do? Push you off? Then they must be very brave. However if their leader (if they have one) would tell them it’s inappropriate then they would simply tell s/o so, but if not then they would continue holding their s/o and looking at them with that loving and found smile of theirs.

^ Souei, Diablo, Shuna, Treyni, Guy, Kaijin, Shizu, Rigur, Carrion ^

“No dear s/o! No PDA, all cuddles and lap sitting is only for privacy!” They probably told you already from the start. If you decide to do it anyway, they will push you off and give you a glare that pretty much says “Not now. Later”. Teasing won't work either, sorry. BUT when it is finally just the two of you, they go all out! They hold you while they work, giving you a little peck sometimes. Putting you on their lap and might even feed you little sweets <3. If anyone disturb them while they have their bellowed alone time with s/o they will glare at however disturb them, still holding on tightly around their s/o. “Is it very important? Someone dying or what? No? If so, please leave”.

^ Leon, Gazel, Luminous, Hinata ^

These people are most likely the ones who are sitting on YOUR lap. Don’t get me wrong, they LOVE it when you sit on their lap, but they prefer to be the little spoon and getting ALL their s/o attention. They don’t care if people stare, in fact they get a little cocky and get a confident/ego boost. “Yes this is my s/o, aren’t they amazing?! And only I get their attention. It’s fully understandable if you get jealous”. They would most likely be a little jealous if you pay your attention to someone else but them.

^ Gobta, Milim, Gabiru, Ramiris, Rimuru? ^

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sweeetestcurse · 5 months

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Favorite games that I played for the first time in 2023

#gamingedit #videogameedit #gifs #alan wake 2 #among trees #baldur's gate 3 #blasphemous 2 #carrion #dead island 2 #death stranding #dredge #resident evil 3 #road 96 #my gifs #long post #queue

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lovearoundzero · 7 months

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Oh hey lmao

#carrion game #carrion #inktober #inktober 2023

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tiredsurvivoronmain · 8 months

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Host and parasite

#*casually uses the eldritch horror as a couch*#carrion #carrion game #the carrion #eldritch horror #eldritch #my art

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coyotehusk · 2 months

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.disguise. . . .

├┬┴┬|•⊖•) ├┬┴┬| art tag: @burnticedlatte @demondamage @firewheeesky @jayghore @lonesome--hunter @mottinthemainpot @softmutt444 @sunshiline-writes @suspicious-whumping-egg @whump-captain @whumpsday @whumplr-reader @yet-another-heathen

#coyote husk draws #carrion #carrion game #fan art #body horror #monster #gore #this game is going to cure my depression #i can feel it in my bones

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waambles · 8 months

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☀️Your Icarian Carrion☀️

I didn’t realize how deeply I related to the story of Icarus until hozier released this damn song and now I’ll never know peace lol. Shout out to everyone who is far too ambitious for their own good and is so desperate to prove themselves that they’d burn up under the pressure of it. Don’t fly too close to the sun my friends, but if you must do not be ashamed of falling.

#hozier #unreal unearth #hozier album #Icarus #Icarian #i carrion (icarian)#carrion #trans #ftm #trans art #trans artist #greek mythology #roman mythology #mythos #angel #artist #transmasc #Spotify

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recliningbacchante · 1 year

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#carrion #fiona apple #tidal

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matryx7728 · 2 months

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i don’t know if anyone else here plays the game carrion (play it. it’s on sale on steam rn i think it’s like $6) but i think if v1 ultrakill encountered the carrion tentacle monster it would shoot it until it’s as small as possible but not to the point of death and then strap the flesh beast down onto its back for endless fuel source (the meat thing bleeds constantly). and then v1 just runs around like that

gabriel would see it and be like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT !!! and v1 would be like Look At My New Pet :) and gabriel would od squeal like a girl and hide in the corner you know

this came from a sequence of conversation in a vc with @cikdik there’s plenty mroe j could talk about but i’m gonna ask her first

#sorry that was a bit of a #tangent #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #carrion #carrion game #matryx speaks

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nevercottage · 6 months

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Monster Mash Day #17: John (from Faith) and Carrion (from Carrion)

#halloween #faith the unholy trinity #carrion

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ossuarywarden · 6 months

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Divine Smite

A tribute to that one time Carrie felled an automaton dragon in one swing with a critical hit level 4 smite. (Feat. the Fallen Aasimar Necrotic Shroud)

drawing-related drabble under the cut

tldr; Carrie has a lot of feelings about being a warlock-turned-paladin and its unlucky lot in life

Carrie was never a frontline fighter.

So it was no surprise that it struggled to keep up when it and the rest of the Brak's crew were ambushed by makeshift dragons. A bounty was placed on their heads, and it must've been a hefty sum if the hunters sent dragons out of all things their way.

Carrie roars in frustration as another one swoops in just out of reach to blast it with its radiant breath weapon. The searing holy light merely flows over its skin, and it swears that its own anger is more likely to kill it before the dragons do.

Its not fair, it thinks to itself. If only it had its old powers, it could very easily snipe these foul metal beasts out of the sky with an Eldritch Blast. If only its patron, its sibling were still alive, they would have surely found a way to avoid the eyes of bounty hunters. If only it weren't so weak and volatile and stupid, then maybe its sibling wouldn't have died in the first place. Maybe its friend would have never betrayed it. Maybe the hero would've still loved it. Maybe, just maybe--

Carrie's thoughts are cut off as one of the dragons lands in front of it, ready to crush its pathetic little body in its metal jaws.

Is that it, then? Injured and killed yet again, unable to help its crew? Corpse mangled and exchanged for cash? Used and discarded, a means to an end?

Its grip on its scythe tightens, enough to make the bones in its hand creak. It feels not the cold metal teeth tearing its body apart, but something else. Like hundreds of squirming tentacles trying to burst out of its skin. Fear. Confusion. Despair. Denial. Rage. Its thoughts and feelings give way to pure unfiltered rage. If it's so volatile then maybe it's better off destroying things. If everyone it loves gets hurt then why shouldn't it hate instead? Hate. Hate, hate, hate.

It hates these bounty hunters. It hates feeling useless. It hates being at the mercy of fate. Its hate materializes, blowing apart its skin, exposing the horrors that lurk beneath. The hate flows through its head, its heart, then into its hand as it raises its scythe high, all this anger and hate just begging for a release--

Then it swings.

#ocs #art #carrion #dnd #the grand illusion #dnd 5e #dnd oc #aasimar #paladin #sorcerer #eldritch

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nashiriel · 4 months

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Just reading the Black and Greens’ reactions to baby Luke claiming the Cannibal…I honestly could read 100 chapters, because can you imagine how the Greens would panic when Rhaenyra turns up in King’s Landing like “please meet my most loyal supporter and his dragon?” It would be truly heartwarming stuff.

And I would love to see the Rhaenys/Luke bonding. I wonder if her visibly getting on with Luke more would help head off Vaemond’s challenge (though he’d have to be pretty bold to be challenge Luke’s claim in the hall, knowing the Cannibal is waiting outside).

I am once again asking you to please, please forgive me for taking so long to get back to you. I am trying to work my way through my inbox, I swear!

But in the festive spirit…it’s not 100 chapters, but I hope you enjoy the below snippet from that AU! A very merry Christmas to you (if you celebrate!)

It is Prince Daemon who greets them as they dismount, teeth flashing in the curve of that cocksure grin that Rhaenys remembers of old. There is still much of that boy left to him, she sees. No grey dulls the silver of his hair, and the lines on his face are softened now, smoothed by contentment as he stands amongst the smoke and skies of his new consort’s domain.

Marriage to the Princess of Dragonstone suits him well, it seems. Fury burns Rhaenys’ throat, mingled as it is still with bitter grief.

Three moons. Her children, her grandson, have been dead for three moons.

“My brave girl,” Daemon beams as soon as Baela’s feet have touched the ground, sweeping her into his arms with an exuberance that sends her laughter pealing through the air. “Your sister has missed you.”

“How is she?” Baela demands excitedly, wriggling like a pup in his embrace. “How are her burns? Has she flown-”

“She is resting,” her father laughs, pride clear on his face. Laena’s letters had not spoken of such when she wrote of he and Rhaena in that last, lingering year.

“The maesters say the burn is healing well, sweetling, and she asks me every day when the dragonkeepers will let her back down to the beach. She says that she can still thread her needle, and that a set of reins are nothing compared to that.”

His eyes find Rhaenys’ then, amused. “You would be proud of how brave she has been, cousin.”

“I have always been proud of Rhaena,” Rhaenys says curtly. She has not come here to bandy pleasantries, not when Rhaenyra’s letters had made clear through their increasing urgent pleas that there was a matter that duty could not let her ignore. “As proud as I was of her mother. The day is short, Daemon. Where is the boy?”

The mirth falls away from Daemon’s face.

The valley that Caraxes and Meleys alight upon is not quite at the foot at the Dragonmont, but it is close enough that the restless murmurs of the volcano as it turns in its sleep rumble through the air. In comparison, the dragon whose coiled bulk blots out the sky and rocks from her sight is unsettlingly quiet, its scales a motionless dark sheen over the ground like oil laid over placid water.

Rhaenys’ steps do not falter, even as Caraxes’ whistle shrieks in the air above her. Meleys had loomed larger in her girlhood’s eyes as she sang to her in the dark of the Dragonpit. She had seen Balerion’s wings blacken the sky, a majesty that even age could not rob from the greatest glory their blood had ever known. What is this shadow that she should fear it, no matter large it hulks with its butcher’s reek?

Rhaenys might think it asleep were it not for the gleaming eye that watches her approach, gaze green and hungry as wildfire. With a sharp intake of breath, she sees the small form nestled against its black talons, not even half the size of those knife-like curves. As Rhaenys draws closer, he lifts his head from where it was bent over the long object clutched in his fist, dark eyes wide with astonishment.

“Grandmother?”

“Lucerys,” Rhaenys says evenly, refusing to allow herself a flinch as a growl splits the air, loud enough to shake the stones from Dragonstone’s parapets. A black tail lashes the air in a brutal snap, heavy enough to cleave a castle wall in two, as the dragon coils itself closer still around Luke, teeth glittering in evident warning. It could crush him as easily as Rhaenys could an ant beneath her heel; Meleys bellows behind her as the whip uncoils in Rhaenys’ hand.

“Cannibal!” a voice pipes up behind the ripple of the dragon’s wing, high-pitched and aggrieved rather than terror-stricken. “No! I said no!”

Ash lies thick as snow on the ground. Feet away, a cracked thigh bone protrudes from it, flesh brittled black and crumbling where it still clings. There had been guards watching over their play when the Cannibal’s shadow suddenly descended upon the sands, Rhaena had written in a wobbling sprawl so unlike her normal perfect lettering. With spears and trident, they had tried to draw him off. The precious seconds before they were charred to sprawls of greased meat might have meant the difference between life and death to her grandchildren, at least.

“Easy,” Daemon calls down, his voice strong and stern as winter even as Caraxes’ wings beat the air. “It is your worry feeding his, Lucerys. Calm yourself.”

“I am calm!” comes the indignant squeal, shrill with a fury that Daemon’s words alone cannot have provoked. The Cannibal’s muscles go taut as a bowstring, the dark curve of his jaw shifting as a noise like a mountain cracking apart rumbles between his teeth.

This one will not be brought to bay by a whip, nor soothed with the lullabies of Old Valyria. Rhaenys sees that clearly in this moment, that and the reason why Daemon has proved insufficient to manage this.

In all the history of Dragonstone, there is only one thing that has held any sway over the Cannibal, and - still to Rhaenys’ utter disbelief - it is the voice of the child who sits tear-stained and trembling in sullen rancour as the Cannibal looms above him, stretching up and up into the darkened sky.

“The Conqueror himself never hatched a dragon,” she had overheard Laenor soothe Lucerys once in a shadowed corner of High Tide, cradling him close as they watched Vermax playfully char the meat Jace was throwing in the air.

“You’ll claim a mount one day. Like your aunt, like your grandmother. And I promise, it will be a dragon worthy of you.”

The Cannibal. How by all the seven hells had the boy ever managed to even attract his attention, never mind claim him?

“Lucerys,” she says again, sharp and swift as her whip.

He flinches at her tone, but Rhaenys does not care; the time for coddling him was before the gods in their folly put the Cannibal in the hands of a child.

“None are here to harm you or him, child, and you must make him know that. Remember all that the dragonkeepers have taught you. Breathe deep, and speak loud and clear. Lykiri-”

“I’m trying,” Lucerys says plaintively, one hand scrubbing at his dirtied face. She wonders how long he has been here, how often the Cannibal is pleased to let the human he has bonded with leave his sight. “He doesn’t know what they mean, he won’t listen-”

“Do you think any dragon is born knowing them? The words alone do not have meaning; they are there to clarify your intent, so that he does not blindly follow what you feel instead. You have claimed him, Lucerys. He will listen, but only if you are strong enough to ensure that he understands.”

There comes a choked sob, almost lost in the sulphurous blast of hot breath rolling across Rhaenys’ skin as the Cannibal turns its great head towards her. She does not break its gaze as she coaxes Lucerys to breathe deep, to gather himself together (a memory comes unbidden, of the song she sang to Laenor as a child to soothe his night terrors, and she bites down against another unexpected welt of grief).

Eventually, mercifully, the dragon settles, though covetousness still burns in those eyes like the distant stars as he watches Lucerys leave his shadow to come forth to her.

“Prince Daemon is right,” she says after the Rogue Prince has taken his leave at her sharp gesture.

“That dragon is a part of you now, child, and his rage is strong enough without you feeding it. If you cannot control yourself, what chance do you think you’ll have commanding him? If he tells you to calm yourself, listen.”

“Why? He’s not my father,” comes a furious sniffle, those dark eyes blinking ferociously in a bid to hold back tears. For the first time, she sees what it is he is holding so tightly; a broken spear, the snapped shaft still bearing the remnants of the crest of Dragonstone’s royal guards.

“He is not,” Rhaenys says tightly; that much, at least, they can agree on. “but when it comes to dragons, you’d be a fool not to heed him, boy. And if you’re a fool with this beast, you won’t live long enough to know it. He is dangerous, Lucerys. You should never have gone to him.”

”But I didn’t,” the child says, lip quivering. “It was the Grey Ghost we went to the beach for, me and Rhaena. We brought fish-”

“Fish,” Rhaenys repeats coldly.

“From the kitchens, lots of them. Cook gave some to us every day; he’d thought we’d found some kittens. We had to hide behind the rocks the first few times; he only came out when he thought no one was there. We had to get him used to Rhaena’s smell. Aemond thought it’d work-”

He stops, small face suddenly stricken.

Well. Rhaenys had never imagined that the queen’s and Rhaenyra’s dragonless children might once have felt close enough to venture ideas of luring a mount between them. It matters not now, she supposes. If ever there was ever friendship between the two, it died that night on Driftmark. Rhaenys had not needed to see the poisonous glare levelled at Luke from Prince Aemond’s remaining eye as she thrust him safely beyond Queen Alicent’s reach behind her to know that.

“I didn’t mean for the Cannibal to come,” Luke insists, and an odd look comes across his face, almost hopeful as he looks back over his shoulder to where the dragon watches him with that unblinking, terrible gaze.

“But he must’ve been meant to find us. He’d never come to that beach before, the dragonkeepers said. It was Father, it must’ve been. He heard my prayers and sent him to me.”

No, Rhaenys thinks, and does not know if it is cruelty or kindness that keeps the words from her tongue. If my son could have sent you a dragon, he would have brought you his own Seasmoke.

“So he fell upon the Grey Ghost,” she says instead. “How did that lead you to claiming him? You could have been killed. Rhaena could have been killed. What were you thinking, boy, to get so close?”

“Meraxes,” Luke mumbles, so low Rhaenys thinks she misheard him. She bends closer, acutely aware of the shadow rumbling in warning before her.

”What did you say?”

“Jace told me,” Luke says, fidgeting; behind him, the Cannibal’s tail ripples black, spikes flexing with the motion.

“The only way a man can stop a dragon. Grey Ghost was trying to crawl away, but he couldn’t…he couldn’t move, and Rhaena was screaming, and…the Cannibal had to drag him back with his teeth with his head bent down like that, and I thought if I threw it-”

The spearhead gleams sharp as dragon teeth. Luke looks up at her, pleading, his confession coming in a quavering whisper.

“I tried to get his eye.”

#house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #cannibal the dragon #carrion #lucemond #asks #I really need to come up with a name for this AU #rhaenys targaryen #The Cannibal and Grey Ghost have been shoved into a ‘This is Our Get Along Shirt’ for the holidays #Luckily once they arrive at King’s Landing they discover the true meaning of Christmas is teaming up together to bully Sunfyre

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