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timetravelntea · 2 years

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Norma from dead end ! i love her very much, im nearly finished season two and ill probably make more art for the show later.

#norma khan #deadendia #dead end norma #dead end paranormal park #dead end #dead end netflix #dead end season 2 #dead end s2 #deadendia norma #deadendia fanart #dead end park fanart #dead end fanart #dead end art #dead end paranormal park fanart #fanart #deadend demon

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outlawjohnny994 · 2 years

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💩😈. ~ ~ ~ ~ #photoshop #characterdesign #deadend #courtney #deadendia #demon fanart #netflix #courtneydeadend #horns #sharpteeth #glowingeyes #scary #photoshopart #digitalart #digitaldrawing #artistsontumblr #sketch #drawings #draughtsman #inkpen #huion #instaart #artistsoninstagram #art #cartoon #cartoonist #inkart #inkartist (at Newark, Nottingham, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChuVR4kKPzy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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authorarcurry · 1 year

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The character you play as in Dead End has a demonic third arm with a childish personality of its own, and these "Helping Hand" cards belong to it! I mean, come on. Who can say they've ever given a zombie a purple nurple? . . . #arcurry #deadend #zombie #zombiegames #demon #soloboardgaming #soloboardgames #thegamecrafter #bgg #bggcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5HYVguWXj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#arcurry #deadend #zombie #zombiegames #demon #soloboardgaming #soloboardgames #thegamecrafter #bgg #bggcommunity

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mayashesfly · 26 days

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An important thing about Vox in Forgotten Radio AU is that Vox has agency.

He chose to forget Alastor. And chose to ensure he'll stay forgetten and never get close to him again by erasing any of his short-term memories about Alastor.

In an ironic twist of most Amnesia Scenarios, the one with Amnesia is the one who's in control. Whilst Alastor has no control over Vox even in this state as he can never make an impact on him that'll stick with enough time because he doesn't have time.

It's impossible for Alastor to become anything more than a fleeting thought to be forgotten the next day for Vox.

And it's frustrating that he can't do anything to control this. To fix this. To mend this.

It was like being stuck in a deadend with no possible way to escape.

However, Vox does slowly slip.

Ever so slowly, he starts to remember more about Alastor beyond the context clues he can collect about Alastor before he eventually forgets him yet again.

The fact that he was a part of the hotel.

The fact that he was the Radio Demon.

The fact that—

Well.... That part eludes him.

But it's certainly strange that Vox started to seem like he was remembering him bit by bit.

Alastor tried not to hope much.

But how he dearly missed the old Vox.

How he dearly missed not feeling this strange ache in his chest whenever he sees Vox forget him yet again instead of feeling the exhilaration his attention gives him.

He could only wish that he can take that back.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #voxal #silentstatic #Forgotten Radio AU #They do get a happy ending because I'm a sap #But the journey to go there is a very painful one for the both of them #Not to mention how fucked up the timeline would be if Sir Pentious doesn't join the hazbin hotel in this timeline #since he's supposed to be the first redeemed #ie the exterminations may continue if Angel Dust doesn't get redeemed even if the hotel crew kills Adam

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papermatisse · 8 months

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† An Anthology of the thoughts which keep me up at night.

† My contribution to October (and possibly November lol). There's only one that is pure fluff; everything else is horror.

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I. Stranger || Byun Baekhyun; body snatcher

II. Into the Woods || Yoon Hyunsuk; fae

III. Don't Look Back || Kim Junmyeon; automatonophobia

IV. Solace || Bae Jinyoung; scopophobia

V. Perchance to Dream || Lee Sangyeon; somniphobia

VI. Deadend || Yoon Jeonghan; persistent predator

VII. A Rigid Dichotomy || Kim Yonghee; mind control

VIII. Whispers in the Dark || Kim Sunwoo; possession

IX. Enter Bedlam || Oh Sehun; Eldritch

X. Security Blanket || Choi Seungcheol; demon

XI. Beckoning || Joshua Hong; siren

XII. Rainy Day || Ji Changmin; astraphobia

XIII. The Somnambulist || Park Chanyeol; somnambulophobia

XIV. Portrait of a Man || Lee Juyeon; Gothic

XV. Lore || Kwon Soonyoung; vampire

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 9 months

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The chase

Run. Run for your life, as fast as you can. Get as far away from it as possible. What are you running from? Oh, nothing you can't handle, really.... just the impish love child of the energizer bunny and monster energy drinks.

Zipping down the halls dodging students, avoiding all deadends, and keeping to crowded halls made it difficult for your pursuer. Luckily, you also kept to low ceiling areas so that they couldn't fly either. You could hear the students' shouts and startled grunts as both you and him plowed through.

'Nope, nope, nope, nope, awwwww heeeeellllllll no.' You forgot about the stairs. You had no way of stopping at this point and nowhere to turn so down you go. Taking three at a time, you made your way down. Hearing a slam, you giggled, knowing Robin-San probably couldn't slow down enough and had slammed into the stairwells wall.

Running back down another corridor now, you found yourself sliding into the teachers dorm like you were about to steal home base. 'Huh floor must have just been mopped.' Waving off the thought you quickly, your army crawled between desks and past the couch, making the shush signal at anyone who saw you.

You could hear the door being kicked open by Robin as he excitedly shouted. "I know you're in here! You can't escape!" You tried desperately not to laugh as you slowly crept past some of Suzy-sans plants. Only to spot a shoe in your way. Of course, that shoe had to be connected to a foot. And yes, that foot happened to be connected to Dali-San.

He offered you a malicious grin as you shook your head and pressed a finger to your lips. 'Don't you dare.' You gave him your best, 'I will beat your ass so help me devi' stare, and you had to give him credit for not laughing out loud. "Oh Rookie~" he called out to Robin, who eyes immediately locked onto you.

"Shit!!!!!" You screamed, scrambling away. "Interference, this doesn't count you had help from an outside source!" You accused as you tried to put more distance and furniture between the two of you. "You mean like when you had Kalego-Sempai interfere by using him to distract me." He asked you gasped as you had about 3 feet between the two of you now.

"How dare you, I did no such thing! It just happens that he was actually looking for you." You felt your back hit the fridge, and you squeaked when both of the demons' arms bloked your escape route from both sides. "No where to run now, no where to hide." His green eyes flashing with triumph.

"Robin-San, I had no idea you felt this way!" You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hide you smile. "Huh?" He looked confused, leaning slightly closer and not realizing he was falling for your trap. "I mean so bold, a double wall slam!" A small chuckle from some of the others as Robin-San tried processing what you meant.

During his brief lapse of concentration, you ducked under one arm and zipped away. "Hey! That's not fair. I caught you!" You could hear him scream moments later. "It doesn't count if you don't say it!" You called back.

Honestly, you had no idea what brought you to playing tag of all things with another teacher, but.... you couldn't stop now. It was just so much fun! There were so many close calls, but they quickly became near misses as you would find something to distract him or a way of escape.

"I'm won't lose!" You could hear him gaining on you. 'That's it. Keep running. Catch me if you can, this is so much fun!' Volting over some discarded textbooks and now weaving between the shelves in the library you were gasping for air at this point but you couldn't stop the wide grin as you felt a pair of arms swing you around.

"Tag" Robin-San was also out of breath, but the gleaming eyes and happy smile told you that he felt the same way. So exciting, let's go again! As you both crashed to the ground on wobbly legs. A mess of tangled limbs and laughter.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #dantalion #robin sensei #robin bars

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 9 months

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Malfunction (Steam Powered Giraffe)

What's their malfunction?/It's a start; can we teach them not to fall apart?/Their malfunction isn't us, it's all the clamor and the fuss/When I say that I love you, damn it Janet, take it as truth/Everything's a little broken/To be pristine well you must be jokin'

"Please please listen to it oh my god. oh God. aauauagh. it's about feeling imperfect and how that sucks but it's not like "oh everyone's perfect" it's "so what? everyone's imperfect!" it's also just. bunny (the writer and main singer) said it can be interpreted as dysphoria as well"

Hell Lazy, Psychology (Minato Ohse)

A life like a shit-filled cesspool/Almost like the 9th circle of hell/Metamorphosize in this frustrating, regretful deadend/A time where I’ll think it’s okay for me to live/That time will never come/I’ll keep living in this pool of blood forever/I’ll die here

1. THE EMOTION. god you can really feel the frustration in his voice, especially that one really distorted part.. its so raw i love it so much. his seiyuu really went off thank you 2. the vocal distortion i love vocal distortion 3. the guitar riff is so good just in general.4. the chanting is like his inner demons insulting him basically so it being in the back is symbolic or whatever 5. emotion again but this time not in the vocals but the instrumentals. i love how heavy it is 6. okay now for my favorite parts: - “HELL YEAH!!”, - the chants, - chorus, - the really distorted part at 1:40, - especially the part at 2:00 AND the line where theres no distortion you can really feel the emotion its just so, - the part at 2:34 , - 2:51, - the whole ending Also context but this is his second character song; his first one (yukige) was very calm and somber because it seems to mainly focus on (from what ive interpreted) the conflict between ohses want to disappear but not being able to because people care about him and hell lazy is a lot more aggressive because its ohses feelings towards himself (?) idk how to explain. It makes more sense ehen you actually know his character but its just as good without. Honestly dont think itll get in i just love this song, and I wanted to share

Malfunction submitted by @sugarpine-woods

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #steam powered giraffe #minato ohse

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skylermadness · 7 months

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Evoked from Indigo Embers (Demon (Rat Snacks) TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: March 8, 2023)

Original Description:

A story written as a commission for ArticulatedArtisan. Admittedly I was not expecting my first commission to be this spontaneous but whatever. It happened and I'm glad it did. I do feel like the MC could've been done a bit better though, but the end result was still well received so I don't think I really mind! And overall I'm pretty proud of how I managed to write this out. Short pre-TF and post-TF, but a very meaty TF segment. Also I think I just like hot sexy demon TFs in general. This is definitely the most obscure character TF I've ever written though. Random character who shows up for one minute in a three minute short film? Yeah I can't see that catching up in the TF ranks. But then again, who knows... Rated Mature because of a single groin nullification segment.

A shortcut back home was all this was meant to be. A quick detour through an alleyway so Arti wouldn't have to spend an unnecessary amount of time walking around the block, especially this late into the evening. That was what this was meant to be. Instead, Arti's attention was diverted halfway through their trek in the alley as they came across what could only be described as… strange, to say the least.

Among the darkness of the alleyway, the bright purple glow of the weird object(?) was extremely noticeable. As a result it was rather badly hidden in a small deadend that was cast to the side between two buildings. A normal person would ignore it. Disregard the strange purple light and instead continue on their intended pathing. But Arti was a curious individual, and they wanted to find out what exactly the source of this peculiarity was.

Their steps on the alley's concrete softly echoed between the brick walls of the dead end path. With the exception of the end of the path much of the place was still rather dark. Arti had been in here long enough to have adjusted to it however. The grungy smell of the place was persistent though. It almost made them consider stepping back and leaving the place. Those considerations were quickly dashed though as their eyes properly laid onto the mysterious source of the one light in this place.

"What the hell…" they whispered to themselves, eyes wide. The source was a pentagram of all things. An odd and perfectly drawn summoning circle on the ground. Purple in coloration and intense in luminosity. The outlines of the shape were also moving, as if they were just slightly lit aflame.

That's where everything became convoluted. Why was there some kind of satanic iconography drawn in the middle of an alleyway of all places? Was there some kind of cult or something they weren't aware of? …Were they accepting new members?

They shook their head and blinked, wanting to refocus on the pentagram itself. Although they weren't quite sure what to even do with it really. They don't really have a stick to poke it with. Although…

They removed a glove from one of their hands and knelt down close to it. They held a hand out just close enough to feel any warmth from the pentagram. Unsurprisingly it did seem to exude some kind of warmth. It wasn't as intensely fiery as one would expect from the dim looking flames, but it was something.

…Now… what would happen if they stepped into it…

It was a rather sudden jump from one idea to another, but they felt oddly compelled to do it. It wouldn't hurt, right? They decided to sacrifice their other glove and throw it onto the circle's arc closest to them just to reassure that thought. After a few seconds of the glove not setting on fire, Arti made the assumption that a whole human body would probably be fine. They took a few steps into the circle, then into the star, and soon directly into the middle of the pentagram. With the exception of a nice warmth being introduced to their feet, nothing really happened.

"...what was I expecting?" They weren't really sure. Although they had a feeling that they did something they really shouldn't have supposed to.

They then noticed a small stream of smoke emitting from below them, accompanied by the smell of said smoke. Looking down they found the glove they threw onto the pentagram was starting to burn, then it was almost instantly being consumed by purple fire. "Uhhh…" they vocalized, their brain having trouble processing what they had just witnessed.

They weren't given much of a chance though. The fire that was emitting from the pentagram was intensifying, getting larger and surrounding them in a wall of indigo embers. Deciding they didn't want to be incinerated, Arti attempted to escape the pentagram's confines. And while they lifted one foot from the ground, their other one got rooted to it as a spiral of flames snaked up from the ground and went around the leg.

They dug the other foot into the ground and looked down at their leg, noticing the flame crawling up it. It was not burning them, but it was still intense in heat. "What the fuck!?"

With the other leg now meeting the ground as well it wasn't long before a spiral of flame latched onto that one too. What was perhaps even more peculiar however was the feeling of something else moving up their leg. A strange object emerging from the flame like some kind of snake and steadily slithering its way up from their lower body and onto their torso. From the intense light of the pillar of fire they were in, Arti could make it out to be some weird strap of black leather with a silver metal buckle. This object continued to move up their body, the leather strap managing to stretch around their arms and loosely going across their back. The buckle positioned itself on their chest, then pierced the air with a click as it buckled itself.

In that instant they could tell what this object was: a harness, albeit a loosely fitting one. One that would probably work more for someone larger than them. Despite all the concern they had in their mind though, they did want to admit the harness looked kind of nice. Their arms were still free, so Arti moved the left one up to try and fiddle with the harness a bit, but stopped once it properly entered their field of vision.

The skin on their hand looked a bit darker. Lifting up their other hand, Arti also found the skin on it having darkened slightly as well. "Whuh…?"

Their skin coloration only seemed to continue darkening. Pale coloration was deepening to that of a dark gray, and those grays only continued to form and spread across both hands. At the same time the size of both hands were stretching out to be larger with each finger getting thicker. As the mass of their fingers increased, the tips sharpened as flesh and nail were combined into massive claws on each individual one. And this would only progress as the deep gray tone expanded its territory across both now much larger hands.

These changes had not stayed on just their hands though. The deep gray surged upwards and beneath their sleeves, the lower arms next in succession as they started to thicken. Both sleeves got tighter, the muscle mass in their forearms being forced to increase in size. Their once thin size now being packed with raw strength that spiraled across the region, and their arms getting filled with pure heat at this instant workout. It didn’t take very long for this increase in mass to strain the arms of their jacket to a point where they were beginning to tear. The now dull coloration of their forearms became visible. Although it seemed that once the color shifts got two-thirds up their arms it gained a wave-like patterning. And from beyond this pattern, a bright red entered their skin instead.

The tightness of their sleeves progressed as things moved further upwards. Their upper arms filled with a new musculature as well, bulging and expanding in size significantly. More rips pierced the air, the perfectly red skin gaining more visibility as their biceps and triceps grew in conjunction with each other. Large and strong, filled with an untold raw power that they couldn’t comprehend. More and more tears continued to etch across their jacket sleeves, their shoulders swelling due to their rapidly developing deltoids.

“F-fuck!” Arti grunted out. To them, all of these changes were concurrent and quick. They could feel their clothing still persist in getting tighter as well, them knowing that what was happening is still surging across their entire body. Whatever heat that emitted from the fire was somehow drowned out from the heat within them. They felt sweltered, beads of sweat starting to form and trickle down their body.

They clasp a clawed hand at their leg and try to pull it out from the grasp of the flaming tendrils holding it down, but even with this newfound strength it seems that their legs were rooted. Stuck to the ground, with whatever satanic magic this pentagram possessed being forcibly funneled into the young guy at a rapid pace.

Arti themselves still persisted though, attempting to pry their legs from the grasp of the sigil. But a pressure was starting to wrack their body, their clothing becoming even more stringent with each passing second. The zipper of their jacket started to steadily move downwards, their frame expanded sideways as their body was widening in size. Their undershirt was quickly gaining visibility as a result with the neck straining against Arti’s increasingly broadening size. At the same time, the bottoms of both articles of clothing were starting to ride up their belly, their height also increasing at the same time.

As their body got larger the muscles in their torso were growing as well. Their chest started to swell, their once barely noticeable pectorals steadily getting thicker. Mass being constantly piled on, the two pecs being forced large and larger. Cleavage was etching into their undershirt, but between this and the increasing size of their body it was almost instantaneous that the undershirt split horizontally across the middle to reveal their much meatier pecs and glistening red skin. With this constant increase in growth it didn’t take very long for them to start sporting two massive slabs of raw meat on their chest, very warm and very firm.

With all this increase in size it wasn’t long until their chest began to slot perfectly into the harness that snapped onto them just a minute prior. Much like everything else the harness only seemed to get tighter. The size of not just their body, but their entire form seemed to just be enlarging. Sleeves burst apart, their undershirt was practically getting ready to shred off their chest, the slider of their jacket had stuck itself halfway through and the zipper was about ready to split itself apart by force. Their pants and shoes were also steadily getting tighter as well. Their entire self was just enlarging, enlarging to a size that likely was not human. Arti practically growled as all of these feelings of internal pressure and mass shifts were getting to them. They just wanted to rip apart this ill-fitting clothing and be done with it.

An aching surged at two points of the upper half of their back. Their deltoids and trapeziuses were already mostly reaching a musculature equivalent to that of the rest of their body. At the same time however, two bumps were emerging on their back. They were small at first, but as the coloration of them started to darken to the same dark gray as their hands they began to form into something much larger. The bumps pushed against the back of their jacket attempting to burst out of it, but as Arti’s form got larger their jacket effectively started to split down the midline. This split was wide enough to uncover the bumps, allowing both of them to fusillade outward and form into something coherent. New bones and flesh expanding and burgeoning, taking the shape of a pair of small demonic-looking wings.

Concurrently the lower half of the zipper finally started to come undone as their abdomen was rippling. The region churned as the muscles in that area started to formulate and mature. Abdominal muscles were forming, rows pushing outward sequentially until a solid six-pack had formed in that area. They were large and noticeable, possessing deep crevices that divided them evenly. The upper rows had even etched themselves into their undershirt (which had at this point gone halfway up their lower torso).

Arti’s clothing could only hold on for so long though. Between the growth of their body, their new musculature, and the new appendages on their back, it had all become too much for their jacket and shirt. Everything finally tore apart against their size, clothing officially being ripped to shreds. Deep blue cotton sloughing off their skin to reveal the almost ruby red of their skin and their massive pectorals and firm abdominals. What remained of their jacket sleeves bursting apart and falling onto the ground, only to be burned by the pentagram’s flames on impact. The nylon of their jacket tearing apart, zipper slider busting off and the fluffy hoodie falling away unconnected to what was once a full article of clothing. All that would remain on their torso was the harness, perfectly hugging their chest and squeezing against their pectorals.

“Damn!” they yelled out, their voice cracking as it sounded a hint deeper. A part of them were relieved at the disappearance of all that pressure, but also their clothing was just torn off and…

…their pecs were… large…

“I got… I got muscular…” they stated to themselves. Their grip on their legs faltered as thoughts of trying to escape seemed to dash. They didn’t know what they were becoming, but whatever it was was thick. Thick and strong.

A hand finally removed itself from their legs, now being lifted upwards instead. It was slow, shaky, but after a few seconds they cupped their chest with it. Letting their sharp claws grasp the massive meaty slab of muscle. They couldn’t help but give it a light squeeze, feeling its soft firmness. Feeling its warmness. Staring down at the bright red gleam of their skin that seemed to almost shine beneath the pillar of flame that enveloped them.

“Grruhh… what am I… doing?” they ask themselves, their voice continuing to crack. Albeit less-so now. It was getting noticeably deeper. Masculine, a hint of power entering it. Kind of sexy…

The question still stood though. What were they doing? They were trying to escape this damn thing and now they’re groping themselves. It was absurd, it was counterintuitive. Where did all that fear go? Was it still there even? Arti couldn’t really answer any of these questions though. It was as if a single glimpse of their transforming body was just enough to quell those fears. And something about it felt… better than their normal body even.

They then started to run a claw up the cleavage of their pecs, a light fog starting to enter their mind. “I do look pretty hot in a harness now…” they said with a nervous chuckle.

As Arti’s trepidation subsided their changes only continued, progressing downwards. While their change in size was beginning to slow, their jeans were reaching a point of just barely holding on. With their now already wide waist getting slightly wider, the button holding their legwear together snapped off as the zipper pushed itself downwards. The region in general was also flushing with the same scarlet that had consumed much of their skin.

A wave of arousal washed across them, more drastic changes occurring in their groin. The area smoothed out and simplified, everything within that area sinking inwards. Soon nothing would be in that region, leaving it to just be as plain as the rest of the skin on their body.

Concurrently, the seat of their pants got tighter as it filled out more. Their glute muscles were thickening and their rear was rounding out. Their rear only got larger and more protruding, and the size of it only persisted in growing until their pants couldn't contain it anymore. The denim split in the middle, and their underwear clung tightly to their now massive ass. A small bump then appeared where the base of their spine was located, then after a couple seconds burst out from the cotton of their undergarments. A long thin tail slithered out from the rip, an arrow point forming at its tip.

The rest of the muscles in Arti's lower body were also gaining significant musculature. It was effectively a mirror to that of the changes within the rest of their body. Legs gaining substantial mass, thighs getting thicker with bulging larger quads and hamstrings. Due to the new scale of their body, their legwear was practically torn in an instant as the jean's seams ripped down the sides and revealed their already changed skin. The lower half of their pants tore apart next as their calves ballooned and pulled the denim apart effortlessly. As the color changes in their skin reached the lower half of their leg's crus, a similar wave pattern to that on their forearms started to form before the color changed back to dark gray.

At this point Arti's scale changes came to an end, them being significantly taller than they used to be. As more and more of the sides of their jeans tore apart, the portion that went around their waist was ripped apart as well against their larger size. This resulted in their pants falling off their body, with their underwear tearing apart shortly after for the same reason.

The toecap of their shoes had formed multiple bumps, five at first before those bumps started to move. Within the footwear, their toes were shifting and merging together. Five to four before squeezing into three. Much like with their hands each toe got sharper, becoming thick claws. All the while their feet were getting larger, heels digging into the back of the shoes while the sides of their feet pushed up against the footwear's sides. Eventually their shoes just exploded, cloth being flung into the air while their larger, clawed feet were now visible to the outside.

The spirals of flame slowly started to slink away from their legs, but Arti had a mind that was a bit too muddled to notice. They were pretty much still playing around with their pectorals, both hands now cupping them as they squeezed them. Admiring their much sexier body. Although at this point everything was feeling confusing.

"This feels good…!" they said with raw confidence. Their voice had settled to being fully deep and masculine, and that sense of power was coursing through it. It helped that their transformation was running upwards and going up to their neck to make it wider, almost trunk-like.

But that aforementioned confidence wasn't running through their mind. Dazed, confused, they weren't fully sure what they were doing anymore. This indulgence felt common to them, which was something they didn't really experience before. Or at least that's what they think. Everything was conflicting in their mind.

Bright red soon started to etch onto their face. Pressure wracked their skull, the entire steadily structure shifting as they thought. Their rounded chin chiseled and became more squared. Their entire facial shape hardened as it got more rectangular. Their nose got sharper and more triangular, and their ears elongated and grew more pointed. Their eyebrows also got thicker, the hairs becoming a deep black as their shape slanted.

As for the hairs on their scalp, those seemed to be steadily retracting into their head. Long and messy, getting shorter and shorter. And as they shortened, two bumps emerged from the sides of their head. Their hair only continued to pull back, and as it did so those bumps grew out longer and became a more concise form, that being a pair of horns. It didn't take long for the hair retraction left them completely bald, meanwhile the horn growth persisted a bit as they got long horizontally before crooking upwards for a bit and tapering to a fine point.

A huff escaped their mouth, Arti grasping a horn in unfamiliarity. Those weren't theirs, were they? Then why did they feel so familiar…? These… had to be theirs… They shifted their legs closer together, turning their head slightly to look behind themselves. Some confusion occurred for a split second as their eyes laid on their wings, but it subsided almost instantly. They unhandled their horns and brought their hands down. This form was becoming more familiar. It was becoming theirs.

These strong, massive muscles. This burgeoning power that was welling within their body. Their sexy, sexy body. They were one hot Demon~

"Why the heck am I feeling so fucking confused?! Of course this is my body!!" they said with a smirk, giving their butt a little squeeze as well. Yeah, this was definitely them.

The purple pillar of fire seemed to put itself out in almost an instant, the pentagram's purple flames dispelling from beneath their feet. As all the light died down the demon had found themselves in the middle of… an alley.

They stopped admiring their form for a minute, slightly disappointed that they had to do so, in order to take a look around. There was no summoner, they had no recollection of some sort of transaction for their summoning. Last thing they could recall is enjoying themselves back in Hell.

"What the hell!?" They exclaimed. If there was no summoner or transaction, why were they in some random alleyway with a pentagram at their feet?

They growled in annoyance. "Great. Guess I have to start looking for my summoner…"

Stepping off the pentagram, the Demon started walking to the end of the alleyway. They weren't sure how they were going to complete that goal, but they sure as fucking hell will…

#character tf #species tf #demon tf #transformation #muscle growth tf #tf

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bunderie · 1 year

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Looking for Mutuals! ₓ 🐰 ༘ ♡̶

18+ please interact! (Sfw only)

My interests are as follows: Sonic the Hedgehog, League of Legends, The Owl House, Amphibia, Resident Evil, Madoka Magica, Miraculous Ladybug, Steven Universe, Total Drama Island, Overwatch, Pokémon, Kingdom Hearts, Monster high (not g3), K-pop, Avatar the last Airbender, Demon Slayer, Gurren Lagann, Deadend paranormal park, Inside Job, DC comics, Chainsaw Man, etc.

I like cats, all things strawberry, sweet and pink! I’ve professionally diagnosed with Bpd and Obsessive love disorder, pls be patient with me. Im opening to gaming whenever (I even play Fortnite lmao) annnd I am a bunny! ♡

Dni: Pro-shipper, ppl who ship Sonadow (I can explain why if you really wanna know) huntlow antis, conservatives, pro-life, racists, anti-bpd, anti-lovesick, cat haters.

Dm me if you’d like my discord, or if you’d just wanna be friends and chat! ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა

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beef-unknwn · 2 years

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i feel like normas knowledge about the park wasnt utilized fully. like. instead of her they usually turn to courtney for help (which makes sense dont get me wrong) but i feel like norma wouldve been of great help too.

just imagine their knowledges combined.. theyd be unstoppable. i would LOVE to see a courtney and norma team up of brains

let me set the scene.

a particular demon has been rampaging across the park, terrorizing customers and staff alike. then, amongst the chaos norma comes up with an idea. they trap it in a closed location (something like a haunted house where theres a lot of moving parts to mess around with do you see where im going with this its deadend). then they turn to courtney for additional information on how to defeat the thing.

they successfully trap it and sneak away into the secret entrances, away from its views and senses. they're gonna poltergeist the shit outta this demon.

norma draws up a scary accurate floor plan of deadend on a piece of paper and leads everyone like chess pieces on scaring tf outta the demon. then they tie in courtneys knowledge into the plan.

bonus: they ask badyah to help them gain access to all the machinery around deadend since they dont actually have staff access. like she has keys to start up the stuff or something.

idk is that too patronizing for norma? i mean.. this is her special interest and she "didn't study park maps for nothing".

i did get to see some of this in the first and last ep (photo trapping tem was normas idea and she had 'great leadership skills') so thats cool. and in the other eps too i guess

#de:pp #dead end netflix #dead end paranormal park

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by-any-other-games · 10 months

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so i originally tried to make this as a youtube video, but my camera autofocused to the wall the entire time, and it was otherwise a pain in the ass. but anyway, here’s a way too long post about how to write a character backstory for your next ttrpg

warning, there’s literally no pictures or gifs or anything, this is just a massive wall of text

this guide will be more aimed towards newer players, but even if youre a veteran, writing backstories is a challenge. A lot of people will jump to compare their backstories to stuff from critical role and dimension 20, but youve gotta remember that those backstories are done by professionals, people who get paid to play d&d. It’s okay if what you come up with isn’t shakespear, but that is totally okay, and should be at least a little bit expected. But don’t just take off writing random lore, if you keep your processed organized, you can get a lot more valuable insight into your character, for a lot less work

so ive got some rough steps that i use as a guideline to keep myself on track, and avoid hitting some of the big snags that can ruin a whole backstory from the get go.

Part 1: Pitfalls

so, The Big Three of backstory pitfalls, “Forgetting your Level”, “No Attachments Nate” and “Making a Soloist”.

The easiest trap to fall for (and to avoid), is ‘making a soloist’. D&D is an ensemble, it is at best when everyone plays their part, harmonizing with everyone else. If you want to make your character the best at everything, you’ll hit some deadends pretty quickly. First, you can’t be the best at everything. it’s just about impossible to make a character who is better at everything than everyone. your eldritch knight / arcane trickster rouge multiclass will never be as tanky as a full fighter, and never as magically inclined as a full wizard. a character needs strengths AND weaknesses, you don’t need to cover those on your own, your party is there to help you.

but weaknesses are just one of the ways to give a character ‘texture’, another very important piece of texture comes with attachments. fhats friends, enemies, family, or even just a location you care a lot about. there is not a single person alive today with no attachments. it would be ridiculous to make a “no attachments nate” as a D&D character.

this does tend to go hand in hand with the Edgy Loner trope, the ‘brooding assassin who sits in the corner of the room, and trusts no one’. Edgy Loners aren’t inherently bad, but they can be a little bit boring. If youre dead set on an edgy loner, i highly reccomend Play Your Roll’s video about it. Just make sure that you care about SOMETHING. A mentor, a parent, a friend or a former employer, if your character knows people, they start to feel like a real part of a world, not just a game piece that you’ve dropped onto a map.

lastly, before you write, remember what level you are. old and new players alike let this slip their mind when writing backstories, even I’ve made this exact mistake: if you are writing a level 1 backstory, then you need to be doing level 1 things. your level 1 fighter might have killed a few goblins, or a really big wolf, but they definitely didn’t spend 200 years fighting demons in hell without gaining a single level. just keep your starting level in mind. if you get to start at level 15, yeah, 200 years of demon fighting sounds great! Level 5? maybe you fought ONE demon, but have plans to go kill some more

now I didn’t mention this as one of the pitfalls, because its really just a basic skill for everything in ttrpgs, not just writing a backstory. writing a backstory is not a one person job. TALK TO YOUR DM. ask them things about the world, tell them your ideas and theories. Do not keep secrets from them.

If you wait until halfway through the campaign to reveal your top secret, 10 page long lore packet, you can’t expect your DM to rewrite history for you. There’s probably something similar to your idea in your DMs world, something you can help them flesh out, and by doing so, feel more connected to the world. D&D is collaborative: so, collaborate.

Part 2: Attachments

Like i said before, attachments are a vital piece of texture, but they work best when they are meaningful. not just ‘the nameless parents’.

this bit worked better as part of a video, but im still gonna do it anyways, i’ve got an example character that imna build as i go over the steps here. for my example character, I’ve decided to make an elven fighter, named “Fellin” .

Now before even considering any details or attachements, i’ve got a rough idea of what i want this character to be,, like a silhouette for my DM and I to fill in together. This fighter will:

Be taken in by a noble family

Be smart

Have a strong sense of duty to the less fortunate

literally just three bullet points

there are thousands of different characters that share these exact same traits, but I’ve still managed to narrow down my options from literally infinite, to thousands. These three bullet notes give my DM just enough info to start recommending things in their world that might suit this character, and open some points of discussion between the two of us

so after some discussion with my DM i can solidify these bullet points into proper attachments, using new details about the world, and things that we’ve come up with together. Now, my elven fighter:

Caught the attention of Lord Tul’dala, and was adopted by them.

Was enrolled in University Laderra under their tutelage, where they forced me to join the dueling team.

Even after years of posh schooling, never forgot their lowborn roots in the Wall District of Fedrin, and hopes to offer the same help to others in the future.

that’s such an immense difference! each bullet point has a specific location or person related to them, and this fighter is instantly connected with the greater world, they have an alma mater, they have a family, they have goals. honestly, if you’re not one to get super into role-playing, this is good!

Part 3: Thorns

now that you know the basics of how this character fits into the world, its time to start looking at their thorns. im talking about flaws, inconsistencies, regrets, and unfinished business. all the little rough edges that show depth

unfortunately the first step to this is a bit of a difficult one. you’ve gotta accept that your character is not a perfect, logical person. your character does not know what ‘optimization’ is, nor do they care about it. your character has made mistakes in the past, little ones, and big ones.

let’s go back to that example fighter. since they were a member of the dueling team, i figure they would be using a one handed weapon, probably a rapier, so they can be dexterity based. since they’re only using a one handed weapon, it would be optimal to use my other hand to carry a shield. but Fellin is a classically trained, competitive duelist. they wouldn’t use a shield. Fellin does not care that having an empty hand decreases their Damage per Round, they like using rapiers, and they don’t like using shields. end of discussion.

once you’ve accepted that your character needs to make mistakes, you can start looking for inspiration in the original three bullet points. details that you didn’t think of, interesting twists, and potential downfalls.

so my first bullet point was:

Caught the attention of Lord Tul’dala, and was adopted by them.

I never actually clarified here what happened to Fellin’s parents / guardians here. are they alive? do they like them? did they abandon them? this type of ‘plot-hole’ is a great thing to hand over to your DM as a potential quest hook.

i’ll decide that Fellin only remembers their family a little bit. there was a big fire, but after that, they were just living on the streets. they can just barely remember their fathers face. and this is all the detail I need to write here, i don’t need to know the specifics of this fire, maybe it was a random house fire, maybe it was arson, or maybe there was a major fire in the Wall district, where Fellin grew up. By leaving this open for the DM, and leaving it out of my control, it creates a question that Fellin wants to get an answer to, unfinished business for them to investigate later.

Now for bullet point number 2:

Was enrolled in University Laderra under their tutelage, where they forced me to join the dueling team.

i used an interesting word here, they FORCED me to do a sport?? let’s dive in on that, if they forced me to do something, maybe Fellin and Lord Tul’dala didn’t have the best relationship? fellin might have been a rebellious child, and University was a way to “get them in line”. at this stage, the exact details of this relationship aren’t really necessary, but we can boil it down to “Fellin does not have a great relationship with Lord Tul’dala, and they resent eachother a bit”

this isn’t necessarily a flaw, after all, they're not mortal enemies, not rivals, they just politely dislike each other. their relationship is overall beneficial, but comes with some discomfort, this won’t discourage me from using Lord Tul’dala as a resource or a connection later in the campaign, it just gives that future connection a bit of defined texture, a rough edge.

And the last bullet point:

Even after years of posh schooling, never forgot their lowborn roots in the Wall District of Fedrin, and hopes to offer the same help to others in the future.

here, the poshness sticks out to me. that’s not exactly a positive word. from this, I’d guess that Fellin doesn’t much care for the rich and fancy ways they were raised with, they remember what it was like living on the streets, and they dislike the excessive opulence of Lord Tul’dala and his compatriots. this kind of behavior would make Fellin a bit of a sore thumb at big social events. while Fellin has some station, not many fully respect them.

this is alright, but its starting to sound a lot like the 2nd bullet point, so im gonna flip where i’m looking. as an outcast from the wealthy, Fellin likely takes time out of their day to do some type of good deeds for less fortunate folk, maybe handing out coins to beggars, buying meals, renting rooms and helping people carry things.

now, we know that the rich nobility doesnt much care for Fellin, while the working class probably quite likes them. since I looked at those bullet points in different lights, and considered them in different ways, I’ve now got two groups of people, with differing opinions on this character. AND, we now know that Fellin has a bit of a soft spot towards helping people. They might be a little overly trusting towards people if they ask for help, a pretty interesting flaw, that's also very well defined to roleplay

Part 4: Aspirations

now that i’ve got a general sense of this person, I can start thinking about what they want, what their goals are. these goals can be informed by our previous bullet points, but they don’t necessarily need to be. What you do need to keep in mind however, is the scale of these goals.

for a regular person on earth, it's reasonable to dream of becoming a politician, that’s something that makes sense in our understanding of the world. but if someone said they wanted to RULE the world, we would consider that ‘unreasonable’, as it doesn’t match how our world currently works

if you do happen to have a character with lofty goals such as this, create stepping stones. instead of jumping right to ‘ruling the world’, maybe we just start by dismantling the establishment, this is a huge goal, but still makes sense in the context of our world. and this goal can change over time, after some experience, maybe this person decides that “they are the only person who is responsible enough to be in charge”.

but that cant be the ONLY goal. people contain multitudes, so we want to have big, long term goals, as well as small goals. some of these might be urgent, but it’s also okay for these goals to be on the back-burner. that happens to real people all the time.

so for Fellin, we are looking for a variety of goals, some long term, some short term, with various levels of urgency. each of these goals should add some new information to what is currently happening with this character, it shouldn't just rehash our thorns and attachments.

so after tossing around some ideas, I’ve come up with these:

Send someone to college - long term, low urgency

check in on father after cryptic letter - short term, high urgency

win the national duelist competition - short term, low urgency

but as is, these ideas aren’t very fleshed out. they’re just a silhouette. just like how this this process started with the DMs help, you’ve gotta end it with their help as well. All of our goals are potential plot threads, or at the very least, cool sidequests. by handing these over to the DM, they can plan ahead, figure out how these can connect to the main story

so after some discussion with the DM about locations and details, i’ve improved these bullet points a bit:

find money to send another person from the Wall District to University Laderra, and tutor them.

follow up on a cryptic letter from someone claiming to be my father

in 2 months, finally win the national dueling competition in the city of Saint Veris

keep in mind, these bullet points aren’t going to change very drastically, what’s being affected here is not the detail in the goals themselves, but the details of progress. for instance, winning the competition. that’s not a task that Fellin is just starting, they’ve been training and practicing for years. it makes sense that they might have tried this previously and failed. It’s an actively growing goal, not something that just suddenly gets planted once session one starts.

and by collaborating with the DM to flesh these out, it’s another opportunity for your backstory to become part of a much larger world. if everyone in the party does the same thing, the DM can even secretly tie your backstories together. imagine if the strange letter from your father mentioned a fey being, haunting their dreams, only for that being to be a warlock's patron! that would be sick!

But, now that Fellin is finished, let’s take a quick look at ‘em. the college educated, adopted child of Lord Tul’dala. as a notable duelist, they hope to win the Tournament in Saint Veris. but, they’ve recently had to put this on hold as they received a rather concerning letter from someone claiming to be their father. while their adventuring career is mostly a way to train for dueling competitions, they also hope to use their riches to send another Fedrin Lowborn to University Laderra, hoping to pay their luck onwards to the next generation.

these steps certainly aren’t the ‘end all be all’ of backstory writing, but they will get you to the most important thing in your backstory, a fun character

and the best characters will always be the fun characters. it doesn’t matter if they’re a martial or a caster, charismatic or not, a fun character has personality. not just flavor. if your character has depth, meaningful flaws, realistic goals, and personal connections to the world around them, they’ll start to feel like a living thing before you even sit down to play.

i swear to god the next post like this will be shorter, i just converted a video script into a post, so its just a huge amount of content. this should probably be in a few parts or some shit

#text #lots of text #dnd #dnd5e #ttrpg #backstory #backstory writing #byanyother #critical role #dimension 20

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Quick Notes: Chapter 199

Let’s go!

Remember when Rebecca dressed up as a maid and we thought that was the worst of her troubles? Good times...

“What are Sister and Hermit’s status?!” “They are unharmed!!” That’s a bit of a stretch.

I’m not sure that I’m happy to see where the Holy vs Deadend Crow fight will go.

This goes one of two ways: Elsie dies because of Justice’s stubbornness or they team up against Acnoella and end up dying together.

Three big reveals in the Oracion Seis Galactica lineup:

Ziggy has replaced Drakken Joe on the Oracion Seis Galactica. Well deserved.

Ziggy’s considered the “Machine King” while Shiki is the “Demon King”. I guess the title Magimech King isn’t going to stick.

And, of course, Archbishop Saintfire Nox is on Lendard. I don’t know why Mashima put all the members on one place now.

The more we see of Holy, the more useless I feel Holy is.

We still haven’t gone through the specifics of “Rebecca summoning a chronophage”. This is important considering that’s the most important part of this entire plan.

We thought the search for Mother went on pause for the past 3 years. It looks like Ziggy went on a similar search of his own.

Not sure I like this last reveal. Mashima’s going to explain this, but it feels weird.

“Next Chapter: Alternative” Oh dear, the theory crafters are going to have a field day with this.

We can’t hit 200 chapters soon enough! See you!

#edens zero #quicknotes #edens zero spoilers #edens zero 199 #edens zero chapter 199 #this is a weird arc

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[ SHIELD ] for sender to take the brunt of an attack for receiver. {Glow and Damian}

He wasn't careful enough, he should have kept a lower profile.

So now he had to send these pigs on a wild goose chase before he could head back. Lest he lead them to the others. Which was the last thing anyone needed.

So here he was, weaving every which way except for the direction of the hide out. Trying to shake the bootlickers off, but god damn were they persistent!

Don't bring out the gun yet...! That'll just encourage them to shoot at you...!

Eventually he found himself in a deadend alley way... save for a fire escape not far from him.

"Hands where we can see them!"

The persistent pair had their sidearms raised, trained on him. Slowly, Pico moved to do as instructed... Before suddenly leaping up and reaching back for the ladder above.

A gunshot reached his ear as he caught the bottom wrung of the ladder. He expected to either feel the bullet bury itself deep into his flesh (another of many) or hear it ricochet.

Neither happened.

Instead, he heard the familiar sound of a bullet flying through flesh reached his ears. And he felt his blood go cold.

He looked down, met with that strange counterpart to Neo.

Without thinking, he reached a hand down to his holster for his gun, and shot the two cops. One in the gun hand, the other in the knee. They barely managed out a cry before he dropped down to meet the boy on the ground.

"The fuck were ya thinkin'!?" he chastised as he hoisted the demon up.

He moved to carry the guy on his back before returning up onto the ladder, the butt of his gun clutched between his teeth as he struggled up the ladder.

They needed to get out of here-!

#Ask #mismxtchedmuses #Pico #Verse: Neo #Friday Night Funkin' CW #Pico's School CW #NewGrounds CW #Police CW #Guns CW #Gun Violence CW #Injury CW

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greennime · 2 years

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