#his horns are so???? weirdly shaped

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Doodled so fast for this guy

#slimecicle #slmccl #slimecicle fanart #charlie slimecicle #generation loss #generation loss slimecicle #gl!slimecicle #slime man #his horns are so???? weirdly shaped #i love him.

[stfu-im-thinking-abt-blorbo]

I know I haven't really posted about my GG AU anywhere except,, DeviantArt? but I am beginning to realize that my Guilty Gear self insert oc is just the concept of "What if Sol Badguy was an antagonist in another timeline?"

#their outfits are weirdly similar #their color palettes are weirdly similar #useless af belts #an accessory that hides their true form #sol's gear appearance has wings and a horn on his head while jay's hair is shaped to allude to wings and horns #jay is my self insert and sol is daisuke's self insert #sol isnt his real name and jay has a dead name bc trans #BADguy and GOODwell #jay was turned into a gear bc a.suka let them be captured by the government while sol was turned into a gear by a.suka himself #theyre obviously different characters with different stories and VERY different endgames #but i really did not intend for there to be so many similarities between the two #guess i have no choice but to make them narrative foils smh 😔

[phrandallanton]

ranfren headcannons

I've done everything but posted headcannons and a fanfiction. This won't do. Here's some headcannons of mine! All of them aren't serious so don't take them that way d(>_･ ). Feel free to ask me about any other headcannons I'll definitely give more!

Randal

• if he has any pimples on his face he definitely picks at them untill they pop

• either is really good at math or sucks at math and hates it. (No in-between)(leaning towrds sucking at math more)

• has tear stains on his homework sometimes

• he bathes everyday dispite what people think. (Luther forces him too)

• his hair gets really oily. He has tried to cook with the oil his hair produced once. Nobody ate dinner that night.

• if he's frustrated and you go to poke him he'll scream on top of his lungs, but like the scream that goes from normal yelling to banshee screeching. "stop touCHING MEEEEĚĘƏƏ!!!!"

• gets in a lot of internet arguments about things that don't matter at all ("I think you'll find it's 'whom'.")

• he'd get so mad if he ask you to hold his glasses, and you proceed to carelessly get your fingerprints all over them.

• draws with those "how to draw anime" guid books.

• if he ever took a driving test, he would have already failed the moment he opens the car door.

• loves kraft mac and cheese, double points if it's in shapes of popular marketable characters.

• now thinking of it, if he was a pasta dish he would be kraft mac and cheese.

• bites his toe nails off (gross) Luther tried to get him to stop but he probably does the same thing when no one is around.

• sneezes weirdly. Like..."ah...ah...AH CHOOwoowoowoowoo..." and shakes his head. Or if he's covering it in his elbow it'll sound like a trumpet horn.

Luther

• he can dance but it's weird.

• if you tell him a joke he'll turn it into a life lesson.

• he wins every staring contest. However if your eyes start watering he'll get worried and start begging you to blink.

• treats women (and everyone) with so much respect, but he won't hesitate to punch a women if he really has to.

• *shakes his indext finger* "no no no"

• Randal probably tried to set him up on a blind date, he didn't like that. It was very awkward to say the least.

• genuinely gets happy when there are bagels at the function.

• when asked for advice, it'll sound like he's going to say something really meaningful and life changing, but then does a complete 180. "Oh, you think your ugly? Well people will have their opinions about you and ...well... you aren't the best thing to look at. But there's worst out there ♡."

• I can see him gobbling up some cheese and broccoli.

• has a walk in closet filled with clothes and accessories he doesn't wear.

• he 100% definitely has the goofiest giggle in the planet.

• eats ice cream with his front teeth.

Nyon

• I will stand by this till the day I die, he's really funny. He has a really good sense of humor. But I could also seem him not understanding jokes too. But at the same TIIIMMEE I feel like he'd be naturally funny.

• he knows lots of slang and pop culture due to watching TV a lot and probably quotes stuff in his head. (Maybe out loud if he was talking to you)

• has a lot of opinions, will never say them out loud, even when asked.

• he's the smartest out of everyone, including Luther.

• easily amused. please give him one of those little fishy nightlights. He'd enjoy looking at it so much.

• he's good at card games and Nyen doesn't like that. (Nyen has stabbed him over games of uno)

• has a really funny looking smile. (There's that one drawing in the Christmas comic where he's smiling weird after he saw Luther's reaction to the fire place tape he made for him)

Nyen

• listens to death metal but then listens to a jpop song right after. ("Can't let gang know I fw this")

• good at math, sucks at reading.

• loves hearing about drama and will be nosy.(come on man he loves Judge Judy and romance novels)

• sounds like Tom from Tom and Jerry when he yells.

• he calls himself "The Tom Cat" and (canonically) "Top of the pets in the house hold" which is practically the same as "I'm the alpha" so he's probably has said that.

• sucks at card games. Will legit end up with half of the pack of cards in his hands in the middle of an uno game.

• actually the weakest of them all. (I won't go into all that right now. But I can definitely beat him up in a fight, just sayin.)

•him and Nyon probably have times where they stay up and chit chat for a bit before they sleep, Example (from my old notes I had):

Nyon high on weed:...why do we call oranges..oranges...but we don't call apples...reds..??..

Nyen:....sh*t...you got a point... does that mean we would call lemons: short yellows and bananas: long yellows so it doesn't get confusing?...

*they then discuss this for an hour or so*

• Snores really really LOUD. Sounds like a car.

• oddly very ticklish I bet.

~~~~~~

That's all I have now. It's 2 in the morning and I'm falling asleep. I might write other characters headcannons later.

"I'm going to sleep" -bop it

#ranfren #catmen #luther ranfren #luther von ivory #comic #web series #nyon ranfren #Nyon #nyen catman #nyen ranfren #Nyen #randals friends #randal ivory #ranfren randal #headcanon #Ranfren headcannons #i need to sleep now #yawn

[arrowfleur]

It’s been two years something something horny on main blah blah NSFW Gavin headcanons…. And post

Will foreplay for 1 hour+ before any clothes are even removed. He loves knowing how much he can make your heart rate speed up without even touching there. It gets to the point where your skin is so sensitive just sliding your jeans off is difficult.

Draws everything out until you are BEGGING for it. He loves it so much.

Prefers things that aren’t too rough, wax play, shibari etc but will try (pretty much) anything once.

Will magic up the Cutest toys and ropes and shit. Everything is pink or heart shaped or both.

BODY WORSHIP. Makes you feel like the hottest person alive, he does not run out of compliments. Kisses everywhere, soft touches, constantly pointing out how good your body makes him feel.

Positions: Canonically loves Missionary the most but just practically anything with eye contact is his favourite, he finds it sooo romantic.

Twist at the top and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Actual magical mouth. God he will eat like his life depends on it. He literally doesn’t need to breath, your thighs will be trembling everytime.

He has piercings 👀

Kind of canon but loves talking you through it when he first puts it in. Puts it in so fucking slow omg.

Will either not let you hold in ANY noises, if you try to he just goes harder and harder until you don’t have the brain capacity to hold them in.

Cue him moving your hand from over your mouth and pinning it above your head, ‘I want to hear every single pretty sound you make.’

OR get you off in a public place and get off on you holding the noises in and squirming against him.

Encourages you to grip onto his horns when he’s being rougher or you’re on top.

When you’re in charge he wants you to tell him exactly what to do. Guide his hands, his mouth, his dick, put everything exactly where you want it.

He is not ashamed to beg. He will become a complete and utter mess and just repeat your name and ‘please’ over and over and over.

Same goes for whining.

Lots of ‘I know’ s and ‘does that feel good?’ s when he knows damn well you’re on the edge. The ultimate tease.

Overstimulation is Gavin’s specialty, he can go for so long and is weirdly good at keeping pace even when he’s climaxing.

Does that thing where he doesn’t pull out the whole way he’s just basically jerking inside you and hits your spot every second without mercy.

It’s really hard to get him to cum unless you do first. Nothing makes him feel as good as you feeling good.

MASSAGES. They’re so fucking good it’s like he went to school for it or something. Especially you thighs and hips. It’s a skill he uses for both foreplay and after care.

Loves falling asleep after, looks so radiant and soft afterwards and will just cuddle you forever.

#I don’t know if these are good but they took me a lil min to write so I’m posting anyways #plus I feel bad for all the Gavin fans out there #y’all deserve more spicy times 😔✊ #redacted audio #redacted asmr #arrowsqueue #redactedverse #redacted gavin

[invinciblerodent]

a short and very incomplete list of some items that make me, a bisexual, unable to pay attention to whatever the fuck the characters are saying

The Potent Robe (and all the other robes in this style) on Gale. they make his shoulders go V. especially from a shorter PC's angle, where he looks tall and broad in addition to being just. so warm and infinitely kind, I mean come on now. Honorable mention to the jewel sitting right on top of his sternum and the intricate linework leading to it that just draws the eye to itself, so you kinda have to look at his titties.

The silly stupid useless hats that should not look good on anyone, but make Astarion's li'l ears go < >, and it's unreasonably good, especially when he like. looks up from under the brim and under his lashes like that???? no. this man? this man is wearing a be-tassel'd bucket on his head. how is he still charming. this should not work and he has no right to be charming like this.

The otherwise pretty ugly helmets that do nothing special beyond like adding +1 to STR saves and don't work on anyone really, except they Fuck Severely on Wyll, and Wyll only. this one? with his horns? it makes him look like some sort of gladiator, a wrathful Roman god of war and conquest, and what the fuck. i know just how polite and respectful he is, and the cognitive dissonance alone makes this weirdly hot.

This camp outfit. With these piercings. And this snarl. On Karlach, because seriously what the hell. No, really. What is this. She, and I cannot stress this enough, looks like every single woman I've ever fallen briefly in desperate, heart-consuming, life-altering love with at any rock/metal show, only red and on fire, which is. also hot. Look at the way the lines of that top frame the glow of the engine, and the metal accents match her vents and hair disk thingies, I mean come on. This look is that of a woman who could (and should) whisk me away on her motorcycle.

Ketheric's armor on Lae'zel. The shape language. The way the ridges of the teeth and the gold bit in the middle kind of mirror the edges of her ears. And the way the dark neckline meets and bleeds into the lines on her neck, and mirrors the lines on her face. The tarnished gold accents that match her complexion with the green complementing it so nicely. The power. The beauty. What a great look. A+. i'm doing whatever she says I should, which is a problem because she's literally asking me to make a deal with a devil.

honestly just disrespectful, the lot of them

#squirrel plays bg3 #slamming my hands on the table; yes i'm hornyposting #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #lae'zel of k'liir #i've yet to find something that makes me this rabid on shadowheart #but i was thinking about that cute blue v-neck top that reminds me of a butterfly #that's just very y2k hot chick and i'm very into that #but not THIS into it you know

[eldritch-spouse]

[Part 2 to this post. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: Santi (61,7% after a tie-breaker with Sybastian)

TW: Dubious consent; Altered states of mind.

New choice! [VOTE]

You don't know his name, but you know he's the one you're picking. Maybe to your own detriment, but right now, you're trusting your gut. A shaky finger rises and points towards the demon.

" Him... "

His face brightens, a decidedly jovial, almost childish look on it, before it's immediately replaced with a smug, suave air. As if he expected you to pick him. Did he really though?

The whole room is filled with disappointed sighs, some of the monsters being more vocal about their distaste.

" It takes one slut to know another, no wonder she picked him... " The living doll snarks.

" Fool. "

" Of course, why am I surprised? "

" Heinous choice, maybe she really does deserve this. "

Although some sting your ego, you stand by your decision. He looks safe. Well, safer. That's about as low as the bar gets, but you're in no position to argue.

Said demon claps and laughs heartily at everyone's bitterness. " It sucks to suck. " He shrugs, ever smug as he closes in on you. " Great eye there, sweetheart. Now, why don't we get out of here, hm? "

There's no explanation for it except natural, biological demon fuckery, but his voice is velveteen enough to put you at ease. Or maybe it's just his casual quips, as if you aren't in a very life-threatening situation. In fact, now that you really think about it, there's only one type of demon he could be. Initially, you weren't very sure. A panicking brain told you he was wrathful purely because of his size, then his wording made you think of pride, but now? With him hovering mere centimeters away from your face? This fiend can only be from Lust. You mentally smack yourself for not realizing it immediately. The innuendo, his figure, the way he moves... Idiot.

Well, looking at the brightside, at least he's not likely to maul you in a fit of rage. Or eat you alive. That's... Better than nothing.

You must have spent some amount of time scrutinizing the monster, because he makes a quiet chuckle, prompting you to answer his question with a nod, avoiding those beautiful eyes. Unable to stand like this, and starting to feel very sore in all honesty, you aren't too shocked when he elects to pick you up. You'd ask to he untied, but that would just about destroy any ounce of modesty you're desperately clinging to right now.

He's strong. Most monsters are in comparison to humans, but you get the feeling he's not exerting much effort to lift you off the ground in a princess carry. Nonetheless, you still tense and squirm, knowing you can't really grab him for balance. He's undoubtedly warm, like a heater, a nice blanket in a rainy evening, smooth and comforting. This close to the monster's admittedly massive chest, you eye his piercings curiously and miss the way he sends his coworkers smarmy winks before using his tail to call the elevator.

It arrives with a pleasant ding, and the murmurs of disappointment are left behind once the yellowed metal doors close behind you two, some tension seeps off you. Only a little, you're still in a stranger's arms. Strong arms in fact, you can't get over that, can't get over how weirdly sweet he smells up close. Is it just you or he looks prettier under this light?

There's something so beautiful about him. You like the shape of his horns and those two rings pierced onto the right one. His face, although pale as chalk, is angular and handsome, a blend of blatantly masculine and feminine features mixing very well. Fascinated hues can't help fix onto those dark lips. It can't be lipstick, can it? It looks natural. Speaking of, you have no idea if he's wearing eyeshadow and eyeliner at all either... Could it be that demons of Lust are all this gorgeous naturally? Or is it just him specifically? In a sea of magenta, sharp green irises shift, a dim green glow emitting from them, casting a soft light. It takes you embarrassingly long to realize you're ogling, and that he's caught on minutes ago.

The way he stares back placidly, so very used to this attention most likely, has you instantly flushing and looking elsewhere, feeling stupid and fluttering at the sound of his laughing rumble.

" Uh- What's your name? " You stress, wanting to move on from that embarrassing moment.

He hums, readjusting to clutch you tighter to himself. The hand that grasped at your knees now grabs a handful of your upper thighs, the ensuing shudder as claws prick your skin is helpless. " I go by Santi, darling. " He offers.

Santi... Like there's anything saintly about this fucker. Better that than something you can't pronounce. The elevator is moving, you can feel it. When did he press a button? Where are you going?

" Santi. " You begin, getting his attention quickly. His smile broadens, apparently liking the sound of his name in your voice. " Where am I? "

The demon inhales, looking this way and that, machinating an answer. The look on his face tells you to take what he says with a grain of salt. " This is... An entertainment establishment, you could say. I work here. "

So this is a fancy haunted whore house? Great. He must have noticed the thousand yard stare that crossed over your features, because he makes a quiet snort.

" Don't worry, no one will dare to try anything with me around. "

Honestly, you doubt that a little. Yes, he's big and powerful looking, but so was that large blue monster, and that one in the cloak. What if there's bigger ones than Santi who aren't willing to play nice? What if someone else decides they want the human tied like a present?! You'll never be safe here. You need to make it out as soon as possible. This one looks so calm, and demons are creatures of exchange -Even if often unfair- So you might be able to convince this one to let you go, with enough effort.

A beat of silence passes. The fact that the elevator just keeps on going is irking you. How many floors are there on this dump? Shifting around in Santi's grip, you find a wall practically covered in buttons. Good lord, what the fuck. There's no way that's all stuffed in this weird building.

" Hey uhm... " You try to smile, a wobbling look. " Can we make a deal? I know this isn't usually how it's done for your kind, but I really need to leave. " Masterfully worded, very persuasive.

Santi's brows rise, he gives you this incredulous "really now?" look, and his fingers drum on your arm. " Mm, a deal you say? "

You don't like how intense his look is. " Y-Yes. "

" And, hypothetically, what would you be willing to trade for such? "

Good question.

Well, you know what type of demon he is, so there's probably only one type of offering he wants, the carnal type. You think quietly for a moment... One sex act for freedom. Not the worst that can happen, right? Not ideal either, but from everyone you've seen so far, this monster is one of the most attractive, it would be easier for you to get into it. To accept.

" Uhm- I can... I'll let you f-feed on me? " Your cheeks burn. " I won't struggle, whatever you want- I'm not too experienced but I'll do my best. "

Santi lets out a sharp exhale, something that reminds you of a steaming kettle. When you have the nerve to look back at his face, his eyes are lidded and he licks his sharpened teeth with gusto. A rumbling purr echoes across the large elevator, like your lackluster answer somehow really pleased him. Baffling.

" How generous of you, my sweet vixen. " He finally replies, head dipping to nuzzle slightly at your disheveled hair. He places a kiss there and you balk inwardly... Are all incubi this affectionate? Or is this just part of the game for him? You don't have much contact with his kind, all things considered. His next words are soul-crushing. " I don't think I can take you up on that offer however. "

" Buh- But! There's- "

You're interrupted.

" But nothing, sweetheart. " He tuts. " Don't give me that sad look, I'm doing this for your own good. " The glare you give him in return is ignored. " You wouldn't make it out there. Today's a big day, our guests will be arriving soon, you don't want to get caught by some opportunistic scum right as you think you're safe, hm? "

What the demon says gives you pause. Big day, big day, they keep saying that. What does it mean? Whatever, it doesn't matter. He's clearly not letting you go anytime soon, and pushing the topic is probably not going to help you in the long run.

" So... Where are you taking me? "

" In that state? " Santi shakes his head. " Nowhere dear. "

You don't get to stew in the confusing answer for long, because as soon as he speaks, the doors to the elevator part, and you're in a whole new sections of the building you've yet to see. A long, purple-ish hall seems to spread out infinitely, doors upon doors facing each other on each side, each one with a specific number. Rooms, like a hotel. Is he taking you to his room? Does he live here?

Santi walks out confidently, silent but hasty. Although the hall is mostly silent, you'll occasionally catch a clipped noise or two- Maybe motel is a more apt descriptor. You can't help but pale a couple shades at the insinuation. Well, that's on you for picking the incubus.

You half expect him to stop on door "069", putting aside the fact that it's mindboggling how many doors this place has. This entire structure makes no sense, you have no idea what type of magic you're witnessing. Instead, he halts at "071". You're glad the hall didn't start at "001", otherwise he'd take a small eternity to reach his own room, which is hilarious honestly.

That small moment of humor just about perishes as soon as the door is opened. You note, with no small amount of skepticism, that he purely turned the knob. Why does he leave his door open, isn't he worried about his personal belongings getting stolen? The room itself is heavy on the eyes, all deep scarlets, blacks and the occasional pink. Luxurious, it definitely sets the mood he's going for- Intimate. You get glimpses of shelves above the bed and on other walls, furnished with what you can only call an almost enviable collection of toys.

" How do you like my little corner, love? " Santi suddenly asks, jolting you.

" Ah- Well, it's uh... Pretty. " Yes, let's leave it at that. " Do you live here, in this place? "

The monster snickers. " Oh no no, this is just where I usually take my clients. "

" Oh. "

Before you know it, you're being gently laid onto that large king-sized bed, shaking at the sight of him essentially on top of you. It's- It's just going to happen? Like this? So soon? You barely learned his name, you're not ready to just be touched like this, no way-

" Hey... Hey now. " Dark fingers snap in front of your hazy eyes, halting the motions of panic for a second. You gulp. " Deep breaths, baby, I just want to get you out of that wrapping. Aren't you sore? "

Naturally, of course you are. A warm hand brushes over your cheek, thumb tracing circles on it. Somehow, in some way, the contact makes you calm down, nodding slightly. " That's what I thought. Lay down, I'll be quick. "

Doing as told, you focus on the mahogany ceiling, trying not to think about the fact that you'll be bare to him. Calm down, he's probably seen so many bodies in his lifetime, you're nothing special to him. He won't even care. Although the demon could easily use a claw to shred the wrapping around your figure, he gingerly takes one end of the bow and pulls- Slow, deliberate, giving himself a show. Your breasts are the first part of you to be revealed, nipples perked from the chill of being cold and exposed. He's silent, but something else whooshes around, presumably that thick tail. When he grabs your upper body to remove the fabric trapped beneath, you swear those fingers spread across your skin purposely, claw tracing the rim of your buttons. For a hellspawn, his expression is almost saintly as he does this.

You're twisted and turned like a prized toy while he goes about untangling you, squirming slightly from the stimulus. You wish he'd hurry the fuck up, but he has slowed even more now that he's about to uncover your pussy, lifting your leg against him. The jovial humming doesn't help. Your eyes shut as soon as cold air is felt against your genitals, you don't know what face he's making when he pauses, nor do you feel brave enough to peek. You hope you aren't visibly wet, the mere fact you have to worry about it is embarrassing. Eventually however, he resumes, lowering said limb and ridding you of the material entirely, leaving you free on his silken sheets.

" There we are, my present unwrapped. " Santi jokes.

Although your body begs you to stretch, you cover yourself instead, earning a laugh from the male.

" Come now, don't hide, it's a gorgeous view. " He's not helping, especially not when he keeps wetting his teeth. " In any case, I assume you'd like to shower? "

Oh yes, yes you would. " Yes, please. "

Santi's eyelid twitches for a second. Weird. He recovers quickly, standing, offering you a hand with a grin. It takes a couple or resigned seconds before you cease covering yourself and take it, being led to a door you had entirely missed amidst your cursory glance at the room. Predictably, it hides only a fairly standard bathroom, keeping the theme of the room by being mostly black and sleek in design. The shower is modern-looking and open. There are several rails around. Somehow, you don't think all of those are for towels.

" You'll have to excuse me, love. Most of the products I have here are neutral. " And, sure enough, he's right. You don't recognize most of the brands at all.

" Uhm, thank you. " You scratch nervously at your arm, but it feels like that's the right thing to say here.

He didn't need to do this for you. While you're still very skeptical, fact of the matter is Santi brought you to a room where hopefully no one else will enter, got rid of your binds, and is now offering you a place to clean yourself. He's being... Kind, all things considered. Not kind enough to let you leave, but mildly considerate.

A hint of color graces those pallid cheeks. " Oh don't mention it, go ahead. " Your hair is ruffled playfully.

Momentarily on auto-pilot, you climb under the large shower head and are about to turn it on, when instinct tells you to pause. Eyes find the hues still glued to you. Santi hasn't moved a muscle. The incubus frowns when you start shrinking into yourself again.

" Is something wrong? " He says, like this is the most natural thing in the world.

" N-No, I- "

" If you don't want to shower, that's all right- "

" No no, I do! "

He tilts his head. " Then don't let me stop you. "

You blink. Oh, so this is the game he's playing. Alright, it's clear he's not leaving, you're just going to have to shower in front of him. Could be worse. Sighing, and turning around in spite of survival instincts, you turn the faucet on and wait for the water to be warm enough to slip under. The wave of warmth is comforting, reassuring, making you forget about where you are momentarily. As if cleaning yourself from the grime of that garden and the floor has somehow transported you home, to safety. You're reaching for the shampoo when a harsh shiver crawls up your spine. Something's wrong.

A shadow casts itself over you, and soon, the water stops hitting you altogether. You've never gotten goosebumps so quickly in your life before.

A chuckle sounds from above, way too close. " Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to steal the warmth for myself. " Suddenly, a broad arm coils over your front, dragging you flushed against a sturdy body. Rigid as a plank, you can only shudder and gasp.

" Wh- Why are you...? "

" You don't mind if I shower too, right dear? "

If that isn't the lousiest excuse then you have no idea what else could be. You're not exactly in a position to demand he leave his own shower however, and frankly, keeping yourself in this one's good graces is a good idea, so you only shake your head, trying to focus on your hair.

Not for long. It's hard to ignore him so close to you, especially when his hands find purchase on your hips, and he blankets you like a lazy, purring cat. There's no ignoring things when both those paws start trailing different paths, one upwards to your right tit, and the other trailing to your mons.

" S-Santi please- "

Your squirming is easily quelled with a tighter grip. " Shh- " He kisses at the back of your neck, licking the length of it in a way that causes you to shudder hard and your toes to curl slightly. It's a simple act, but somehow, it's having a much larger effect on you than it should. " I know, you're stressed, you've been through a lot today already, I just want to help you relax... "

Finally, his fingers glide over your pussy, and you know he can feel the arousal pooled there. Hell, he was probably able to smell it as soon as he laid you on that bed. He pats at you playfully for a second, rolling a nipple with his other hand, before grinding fat digits over your clit. Cornered, not really knowing what to do with yourself, you hang onto the rail in front of you while your legs tremble and squeeze around his expert fingers. Santi's not being slow and gentle about it, knowing exactly how to roll that bud to get you arching in pleasure.

When you lean back onto him, spine curved, unaware you're even doing such, your mouth opens and you're not quite sure what you want to say- Stop? Don't stop? Harder? Why are you doing this? You're confused, and the only thing that comes out is a whined moan, which has Santi growling in approval. His head dips to catch your parted lips with his, and it's at the first taste of his tongue that you realize...

You're making a big deal out of nothing.

The demon's lips are gentle, coaxing you into moving with him, but ultimately being domineering in the way that muscle leaves no room for yours to steer. There's something indescribably addictive about his taste, you've never had such a good kisser before, purposeful motions seem intent on feeding you more of his drool, copious amounts of it, dripping down your chin. The sloppy embrace paired with his restless motions on your pussy have you moaning high against him. It's Santi's turn to shiver, there's something decidedly large being pressed against your ass, but you can't bring yourself to care anymore. The sparks of an approaching orgasm kill off just about most of your higher brain functions and you only pant against the demon, holding onto his arms, rocking into that merciless hand.

It hits you like a train.

You don't remember the last time you came so hard, from something so simple too. But it feels perfect. Making a noise you barely recognize as yours, you clench hard against nothing and beg senselessly, an insupportable wave of heat settling within you like a roaring fire. Orgasms are supposed to relieve, how come you only feel needier now?! It's hard to think, it's almost as if there's a tint to your vision, everything but him and his body erased from sight and mind.

" Wha- Why-?! " You mumble, whining in confusion. There's something dripping down your thighs, though not for long, as it's collected and cleaned by the demon behind you, before the cascading water could steal it from him.

" What's wrong? " Santi lulls, turning you around while he slurps greedily at the last of his digits. " That didn't help, sweetie? "

Frustrated, you just shake your head and groan, uncomfortable. His gums show for a fraction of a second.

" Really? " Fast nodding. " Oh, that won't do then. Here- " The shower is turned off, and though you shiver, it makes you feel slightly less irritated. " Let's fix that, yes dear? "

There's no hint of skepticism when the monster starts leading you out of the bathroom, still wet and dripping, and lays you back onto his bed. Albeit fogged with discomfort and relentless arousal, you fixate on Santi's form above you. Massive, built, you could just bite into any part of him. He's so hot, you have no idea how you controlled yourself all this time- You'd have ridden him in front of his wackjob friends if you had no self-control. Glazed hues falling, the shape that nudged you before is all too clear now, bobbing between thick black thighs. Something whose sight alone would make a slightly more lucid version of you run for the hills.

Now though? You can't even decide where you want to put it first. Somewhat barbed on the underside and dark in coloration, spotted even, you struggle to understand how he keeps that all in his slit. " Y-... You're huge. "

He barks out a laugh, though recovers quickly, like it's something he gets to hear frequently. Your face is grasped by two hands, soothing circles rubbed over your cheeks while your lips are mushed together, maybe just so he can thrill himself. " Mm yeah? Don't worry, you won't feel a pinch, doll. Promise. "

You're not sure how much you buy that, but fact of the matter is you wish he'd do something already, you're burning up! As if listening to your internal cursing, the monster crowds you beneath him, cock gliding teasingly over your folds, never even so much as catching on the rim of your entrance. He doesn't appear to be in a rush, looking down at the show, then grinning wide when you groan and fist the sheets.

" Hurry up already! " You're not going to beg him, that's so filthy. Though some part of you doesn't abhor the idea that much...

" That bad, hm? " He doesn't move a muscle, which has you this close to clawing at him in rage. Entirely amused with your theatrics, Santi lines himself up... And does nothing. You may not be the demon here, but you feel as if you could start crawling walls any moment now.

" F-Fucker! "

" Not my name, but not wrong either. " He jokes. " Wasn't it you who was scared about my size mere moments ago? "

Your response to the jabbing is to take matters into your own hands, scooting forward while he holds himself. It was easier and faster than you expected, his entire length sinks into you far too smoothly, the only sensations registered being a pleasant stretch and the lovely pressure of finally having him inside you. It feels right, it feels perfect, feels like you've been wasting time until this moment. It shouldn't be this easy, you should be yelping with pain, bleeding maybe, what's happening anymore? Ohhh, but then those ridges drag onto something nice and your legs spasm, head thrown back into a feverish moan, doubts cast to the fire of your own libido. Distantly, you can hear him making a similar noise, as if to join you, edging just the smallest bit forth to bury his entire cock to the hilt.

It's impossible. You've never taken anything remotely close to him within yourself. And yet, on the first try, you've welcomed Santi. Even if your hormone-addled mind doesn't fully comprehend how, a wave of pride consumes you. Of raw animal satisfaction. A heavy hand comes down to feel the imprint of his own girth, and you're sure your eyes rolled into your skull for a second as he pressed down.

" Look at that, love- The whole thing. Didn't I promise you it'd be fine? " The male pants. Wherever his fingers glide, a blissful sensation spreads. Your body doesn't know what to do with itself under his influence, clenching and flexing, you're not sure if you'd like to beg him to stop touching or to never take his hands off you. The incubus gazes pensively at your mons, digits tapping, before the contact ceases altogether and the disappointment is so intense you actually tear up. " Oh, you're just the cutest fucking thing. "

He dips closer to you, miraculously managing to not move a muscle in his legs. " I'm glad you picked me, otherwise I might have had to drag you out myself. That wouldn't have been pretty. "

The mental image alone, albeit grotesque, snaps something inside your twisting mind, and you move. With no real technique or guidance, you grind back and forth on his pride, frustrated that he won't fuck you and unwilling to be tortured any longer. It's clumsy, though his slurred, excited expletives only make you work harder, breaking a sweat as you try to find a pace and angle to better fuck yourself on him.

" Ohh ffuck, you like that thought, don't you? " His grin is wolfish. " Me too. Maybe that's what I should have done to begin with. " His voice ghosting around your earlobe is driving you insane. " No one would even care if they found me fucking the brains out of you in that elevator, you know? "

By the way Santi throbs inside you, he should have given in and started rutting into you, it's confusing why he hasn't yet. Though honestly, the suggestions he's tossing at you could make you see stars on their own. " Hhn- W- Why won't you-? "

The demon snorts, a goading digit feathering over your clit every time you sink onto him. " Why won't I... ? "

" Why won't you just fuck me?! " It sounded more like a miserably cry than the yell you meant it to be, which is mildly embarrassing.

" Hah! " The demon cackles, and in those sharp pupils, behind all that charm and dazzle, you find the malice only a fiend of Hell could sport. The mercilessness of his roots. " But you're doing such a good job on your own, darling. It's not everyday I get to savor this kind of desperation. "

When he's arrogant enough to bring his thumb to your parted lips, perhaps hoping you'd suck it for him, you bite instead- A risky move, but risk is the last thing in your mind right now.

The monster grunts, chuffs something incomprehensible, then moves in a blur. The last thing you see are shrunk pupils and scarlet, drool-soaked gums before you're swiped onto your stomach, earning a faceful of wet pillow.

He slams home in a blink, bulldozing past a bundle of nerves that has you crying into said pillow. The weight of the demon on top of you is equal parts suffocating as it is thrilling. You know you're trapped, but it's exactly what you want. Finally, finally, he starts moving, and the crests of pleasure from each plow have your muscles going taught, waves of hot and cold wiping every minuscule bloom of a thought as your second orgasm barrels through your body.

You know you screamed, made some sort of hideous noise, because Santi grips a fistful of your hair so he can see the face you make while you cream yourself hard around his cock. " Fuck yess, there you go, better? Is that better, sweetie? Does it feel good? "

As if the fact you're drooling wasn't enough of an answer. Sweet nothings blur into nothing as you merely nod and grunt. There's another sloppy, rushed kiss shared between you, the demon's erratic pistons making things hard, you end up licking his face in an attempt to fetch his tongue again and the two of you laugh for a brief moment- You've never felt so high.

Unfortunately, much to your chagrin, the relief of your second climax is even shorter than the first one, and you're once again submerged in what feels like twofold the intensity of your arousal. It's horrifying. What's happening? Why won't it stop? Why won't he fuck you harder?

Aware you're sweating bullets but covered in goosebumps, you push your ass up and out against Santi, squeezing around him. He picks up the pace, rocking you, making bestial noises you've never heard from a man before. If this keeps going for much longer, you fear your brain might fry itself to a horny crisp. " Come in me! F-Fucking- Fill me- Do something, Santi please! "

It's hard to tell given he's panting rather loudly, but you think he's breathlessly laughing at your discomfort. You don't think it's funny at all! But then, his spine snaps back straight and he grabs your hips hard enough to feel your bones, you're forcibly drilled onto his cock with a level of strength that has you smiling open-mouthed like a drunk fool, the happiest cocksock in the world. Something wet slaps onto your ass, you can only guess he's drooling. There's a snarl that shakes the walls, or maybe just you, and he seats you on his fat cock for the last time before doing exactly as you requested- Bloating you with cum.

It's hot. Literally hot, his load almost burns inside your cunt, something between tingling and scalding, each rope of it making you shudder hard while a third, less intense orgasm makes your pussy flutter to milk him dry. You fully expect to be taken by another, harsher wave of fucklust, but surprisingly- It never happens. Instead, you just relax more and more, sinking onto crimson silk with a groan as you deflate.

The demon murmurs reassuring words you barely register as he pulls out, petting your oversensitive pussy and peppering kisses against your sweaty back. You feel him bite softly on your neck, chuckling at your fucked out state.

" What a filling meal you've been. " The monster sighs, laying beside you on the mattress and pulling you closer to himself. " I'd fuck you to my last breath. " Maybe that was meant to be romantic, you're not sure. Your face can't possibly heat up more. " But let's not get ahead of ourselves, you need your rest. "

" Close your eyes... I'll be here. "

And, exhausted as you are, sleep comes easily.

He's reading by the time he feels you stir beside him.

You've been conked out for a couple of hours, which makes Santi feel a little bit self-conscious. Maybe he exerted a lot of magic over you, but he wanted to make the most out of his little conquest- And seeing you in a quasi-heat was just so hot... Nonetheless, he knows that took a lot out of your body, and it's his responsibility to make sure you don't fall ill because of it.

Having already cleaned himself up, the demon picked one of the newest best sellers and flipped through chapter after chapter. He wouldn't just leave you here alone while you slumber defenseless, he's not stupid enough for that. His coworkers would try something. Santi's all for sharing a cute piece of ass, on his terms though. Truth be told, he's not paying attention to any of the words on those yellowed pages, he's read this one before, different things conjure in his mind's eye instead.

Mainly, Santi's wondering about how to best spend the rest of the day with you. He already canceled plenty of clients out, something he usually hesitates greatly with- Yet the incubus found it very easy to do this time. You just taste divine, he needs more of your lust, it's so filling even in small doses. You're full of it. Plus, he's very charmed that you willingly wanted to come with him, out of everyone in the team. He knows some of them might have looked friendlier than him, it's endearing that you liked him that much.

Santi almost marked you. Almost. The urge was there, the opportunity was golden, he could have stamped you as his right then and there- But ultimately, he thinks he'd regret doing it so soon. Your fate is unwritten, the incubus isn't too sure what'll be of you once the day is over. What if his higher up decides you're going to the warehouse? Or to be trained by Nebul? Santi needs to be ready to negotiate with Admin when the time comes. And he needs to be ready to face reality, if you're taken from his claws...

Ugh, he's really not looking forward to that. You're an adorable little thing. He can't wait to dress you up and head out to the other floors, flaunt you a little maybe.

Sure, Santi would have liked a wider range of clothes to pick from, certainly something with impeccable quality- But there's only so much he can do while inside The Clergy. He can't leave your side for too long. That's why he had Grimbly bring him discarded clothes from Morell's perished piglets. Out of a sizeable pile of fabrics, Santi salvaged only a loose white blouse, stained with some blood on the hems, and a pair of torn shorts. Less than ideal, but he's sure they'll fit you, and that's what matters.

Honestly, he'd prefer to lead you out naked, but you're in no state for that, at least not anymore. If the demon had suggested that earlier, you probably would have loved the sound of it. Alas, a concubus can dream.

His plan for now is to take you a couple floors down once you wake up, give you a little reward for taking this so well. Speaking of, he might have spaced out for a few minutes there, but he's definitely feeling eyes on him now. Gaze veering right, he finds his little present openly studying him. He can't help the quip that tugs at his dark lips.

" You really know how to make a man feel gorgeous, hm? "

Predictably, you turn away immediately. Santi snickers. " ... Don't flatter yourself. "

Oh, attitude? Good, that's the spirit. Santi claps his book shut and sets it on the bedside table, giving you his full attention. You're no longer wet from the shower, but there's a sheen of sweat on you, marks of his cum on your legs make a gross part of his brain want to clean it himself. Better not let it linger, he can't be tempted to drag you into another round so soon.

" Dear, how about you get an actual shower in, you must be hungry, no? "

Sure enough, you nod, peeling yourself out of the bed with a light sway. Whoops, that's on him. Santi doesn't follow you into the bathroom this time, setting the clothes he retrieved on the edge of the bed. When you come back, drying yourself off with a towel and examining the cloths, you have the intellect not to question where they came from or why there's blood on them. The sight doesn't please you much however, he can tell. The demon almost wants to reach for his slit when you casually dress up in front of him. It seems the more time he spends around you, the more he longs for another hit of your delicious desire.

You're not fast enough to predict the sharp slap across your ass as soon as you're fully dressed, yelping like an animal.

" Good as new, aren't you? " The demon humors. " Ready to be wined and dined? "

You actually giggle at that, making the monster beam subtly. " ... Shouldn't that have been the first step? "

" We do things a bit differently here, love. " He winks. If only you knew just how differently... " Now come, let me spoil you some. "

You appear less skittish around him, following Santi into the same elevator you got here from. Naturally, that changes as soon as you get a glance at the restaurant floor.

Hours have passed since he took you to his room, which means many guests have already poured in, an absurd number actually. The place is crowded enough to grow hot, reminding Santi of Hell. Which is fitting, because today's guests of honor inside The Clergy's Eye are none other than the Lords of Perdition.

It certainly explains the sheer amount of demons in the premises. Santi's good mood drops noticeably as he senses several concubi around. In his territory. Eating his meals. The monster almost snarls as he steps out, grip tight on your wrist, eyes bright in blatant aggression. Others are wise enough to give him a decent berth.

Santi has to tell himself to calm down. Deep breaths, he's here to get you something to eat, not pick fights with vermin.

" S- Santi...? " Your soft voice grounds him some.

You look terrified. And there's more than enough reason for such. Not only is the crowd here very rowdy and prone to violence, several demons brawling and arguing- Others are tossing wounded humans around like party confectionery, which they technically are. The ones moving around linger to glance at you, giving Santi mischievous looks he pointedly ignores. No, he doesn't want to show you off in this type of crowd at all.

" Yes, darling? " A forced smile sits on his lips.

" W... What is that? "

He squints, following the direction in which your finger points, finding a gigantic yellow form amidst the sea of people ahead. A serpentine monster woman lounges in a fancy booth, swallowing plates whole and occasionally scooping lesser demons into her unhinged jaws. Her jovial laughter creates an air of chaos in the floor.

" That would be the Queen of Gluttony, dear. " He casually points out.

Your eyes widen. " A-Am I- Are we- "

" In Hell? " The incubus' grin softens. " Not even close, though tonight, it might as well b- "

" SANTI, IS THAT YOU THERE, MY OLD FRIEND? "

Both of you freeze.

The incubus' heart nearly comes out his throat. There's only one demon who could own that voice. Santi pulls you flush against his side as frantic lime hues scour the entire floor. Behind him, another Icon is seated in an equally lush booth adequate to his size.

Vesper. The King of Lust. His King, technically, before he vowed himself to Krulu.

The Icon of carnality offers the two of you a hungry grin, ever bright pools of magenta fixated on you like the eyes of a hawk. The rest of the crowd blinks at the lust demon, wondering if he's brave enough to ignore of a King of Hell who calls him by name. Of course he's not. Especially not Vesper. There's history between them.

" Wh- Who's that? " You whisper quietly, latched onto his arm. In other circumstances, he'd be very happy to have you glued to him.

" ... The lord of Lust. " He murmurs back between grit teeth, straining a confident grin as he waves at the two-mouthed demonlord.

Vesper's head tendril sways back and forth along with his tail, he shoos his arm candy away and makes a beckoning gesture, eyes now burning onto you. Santi can't help feeling there's something odd about the demonlord's excitement, but he knows he's going to have to approach regardless of his gut feeling.

When he makes to close the distance, the force of your static self halts him. The soles of your bare feet dig into the ground. You look like a deer in the headlights, stuck gawking at the massive pink demon. In a way, Santi's not surprised by your reaction. If he already had such an intense effect on you, then Vesper's going to break your mind into tiny pieces.

The demon's inviting expression morphs into a much more serious one as he shifts to be in front of you. " Listen to me, hotstuff. You don't have to be scared of him, okay? I know he's... Intense-looking, but he probably just wants to catch up with me. " Santi tries to ease your nerves, but it doesn't look like it's working. Sighing, he blinks at you a couple times, lashes rippling and eyes swirling a brilliant green, forcing some ease into you. " How about we make some small talk, and then get you a decent meal? "

Although you nod slowly, it's clear you're not sold on the idea. It's as good as he'll get, Santi supposes. He's aware the two of you are still being observed while he strolls towards the lord. Santi's used to staring, you though? Not so much, poor thing.

When you stand before the large Icon, Santi's sure that, if you had a tail, it would be tucked between your legs. But you haven't stopped looking at him for a second either, the incubus almost feels jealous.

" Your highness. " He nods respectfully.

" Oh ho, none of that here, sweetheart. Tonight, you know me as Vesper. " The demonlord waves a hand, then bends to observe you two much closer, enough to jolt you a little. " I'm so very glad to see you're enjoying my gift! "

Time freezes. A lot of things become clear in a fraction of a second.

" Ha, I almost felt bad leaving her in the garden like that, you poor little baby. " Vesper coos, tickling under your chin briefly as he titters before focusing on Santi. " Of course you were the one who got to her first, I expected nothing less from one of my own. "

Not exactly how things went down, but there's no reason for Santi to contradict such a flattering image of himself. " Truly? This was your doing? How generous of you. "

" Keep it between us, yes Santi? " The King tosses a wink at him, fluffing his neck. " Now sit you two, let's enjoy our time here a bit... "

Large lavander hands pat at the ample purple cushions next to him. The look on his face is less requesting than it is demanding.

Santi has no reason to fear, but he can almost hear your heart thundering next to him. He slips a warm palm down to the small of your back, trying to offer some soothing contact even as he edges you forward gently.

One of the elevators dings nearby, opening to release a small group of drunk monsters.

#Santi oc #Vesper oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terato #terat0philliac #monsterfucker #not sfw #minors dni

[eggz505]

Okay. Lads. Jamie just put on their thinking cap and has an idea she wants to share. Hear me out here. I was re-watching Double Life, as one does, and I made a few connections.

1) This one is a stretch. But .Grian mentioned this "being his game. He can change the rules." And said something along the lines of a ritual of goathorns and amethyst. He could be referencing making a watcher like portal symbol whatever that thingy is called. The two L shapes with the dots making a portal shape. The L shapes would be the goat horns and the Amythest could be made into block that LOOK like they're portal blocks.

2) this is the better one. Grian spends, for the most part, The whole series OBSESSING over BigB and wanting to go against his own gimmick with the soulbonds to go after BigB (this is something I fawn over religiously. It has STUCK in my mind for AGES and I never knew why. Finally paying off oml) In the latest season, Secret Life BigB is doing the WEIRDEST things to the point people are theorizing that the watchers have recruited/shown great interest in BigB. This seems coincidental at face value but grian didnt just obsess over him as a bit, he spent the WHOLE SEASON being weirdly in love with BigB and BigB is spending this WHOLE SEASON doing weird things. Watcher level weird things. Ergo? I think Grian took a liking to BigB because of himself bring a Watcher which caused him to gravitate toward BigB, because BigB was either dormant as an already aligned Watcher, was newly recruited as a Watcher, or the Watchers first started to show interest in BigB in Double Life.

3) I just came up with this but in support of BigB being a Watcher I think the timeline really lines up. Double Life is the first time Grian obsesses over another player which struck me as uncanny. In Limited Life, the series that followed, what did BigB do? Watch. Other. Players. He was a nosey neighbour. PEARLESCENTMOON teamed with him that season. Pearl was there when Grian got recruited, what is BigB got recruited during Limited Life? He watched other players the whole season, he had a lookout tower, Grian gravitated towards him as an ally during the season. Now in Secret Life? Grian goes to see BigB EVERY. EPISODE. It is ritualistic. Like his "episodes wont be complete without seeing what weird things BigB is up to".

Okay. I am Jamie and I am taking off my tinfoil cone of a theory/thinking cap. I am fixated on the idea of BigB being with the watchers. I dont know if his intention is to REPLACE Grian or to have Grian be more involved in his Watcher duties/shenanigans, or if hes supposed to be like a trade offer from the watchers?? It could be that Grian liked BigB in double life and the watchers were like. :o "We could use that." But I am a sucker for the Life Series and the lore that other fans come up with. I am so shit at drawing but I can write like Alexander Hamilton, so let me know who wants more theories :D

TLDR: I think Grian made Watcher-esque references in Double Life. I think BigB has been a subject of Interest for the Watchers since Double Life. I think BigB was doing Watcher like things in Limited Life, either because he was recruited BY the Watchers in Limited Life, or in Double Life, or at the least he was being heavily influenced. I am a sucker for the Watcher!BigB headcanons fans are making. Thank you and good day. Jamie out.

#life series #bigbstatz #grian #traffic series #watcher #evo smp #evolution #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #double life #limited life #secret life

[cirrus-ghoulette]

The ghouls with kits!

Dew's weirdly good with kits. Like, no one wants to trust him alone with the newborns because he can be pretty chaotic, but he knows to be gentle with kits. He picks them up, lets them curl their tails around his fingers and arms, and coos over them (when no one's looking).

Aether doesn't like holding the kits. He likes kits, and he thinks they're cute, but he'll watch other people holding them instead of holding them himself. It's just, he's so big, and they're so tiny, and he's worried about accidentally hurting them by holding them too tight.

Rain is the same in the way that he doesn't like holding the kits, but for him, it's more due to the fact that he's very aware that they could poop or puke on him at any given moment. He doesn't want that.

Swiss prefers to be around older kits, when they get to their toddler stage. Sure, newborn kits are cute, but they don't really... Do anything. He prefers it when they're up and toddling around and trying to mash circle shapes into triangle holes. He joins in with the games and even occasionally brings his acoustic guitar down to the crèche to play for the kids.

Cumulus volunteers as a wetnurse when she's in the ministry between tours. She absolutely adores snuggling with the kits, it's a good way for her to unwind when she's at home. The ghouls all try their best to keep eye contact with her when she's casually feeding someone's kit. They mostly fail at keeping the eye contact. Cumulus knows what they're trying to do, and it always makes her laugh.

Mountain prefers to visit the nursery late at night. He'll come in when it's just the midwives there, when he can't sleep, and he'll ask if there's any preemie kits that need cuddle therapy. The midwives always seem to find a kit for him to cuddle.

Cirrus will hold a kit, but she's not 100% comfortable with it. Cumulus will hand her kits to hold while she gets set up for a feed, and both Cirrus and the kit will look at each other like "Glad to know that we're both uncomfortable with you holding me."

Sunny loves kits. Loves, loves, loves them. She gets so excited whenever anyone recommends a walk down to the nursery. She'll stand for hours with her hands pressed against the window of the NICU, watching in at the tiny kits, chirruping at them even though they probably can't hear her.

Bonus:

Copia hasn't held a lot of babies in his life. He didn't tend to have friends or family that were having babies. He'd held a few babies from the previous Papas' prime movers, but once you've held one baby, you've held them all, really.

However, a ghoul kit wasn't a human baby. Cumulus gave him his first kit to hold. They were heavier, yet about the same size as a human newborn. They had tiny horn nubs and a little tail that wrapped around his forearm as soon as they were settled.

They gristled, then let out the softest purr Copia had ever heard. They were warm, and soft, and just... Perfect.

Copia liked holding ghoul kits.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #headcanon #dew #dewdrop #cirrus #Sodo #Cumulus #Sunshine #Stratus #Aether #Swiss #Rain #Mountain #Ghoul kits #Copia #Papa copia #Cardinal copia

[oh-shtars]

A little detail I think would be nice for you all to know.

@signed-sapphire, I think I’ve seen your post answering my question about Cielo’s shapeshifting abilities but I can’t find that anymore? So basically Cielo can only shapeshift into animals right?

Well for Sueño’s case, he can shapeshift into animals AND people as well. He can shift into anything he wants really. But the thing is, it’s more like COPYING the appearance rather than instantly shifting into one form. He can make his limbs longer, stretch, shrink or do whatever.

(Think of this deleted scene of Starboy fixing his horse eyes and then sprouting like 3 extra pairs of horse legs to run faster)

He’s going to have to familiarise the form of a certain living thing to really look like it. Stars can choose their form to whatever they want. All they have to do is rearrange the stardust they are made of. They can be any of all sorts of wacky shapes and sizes that they are comfortable with.

I got inspiration from the many Star brainstorm ideas that were shared with us. Stars in my AU can take on any sort of form they want in their plane of reality.

(Geee, I wonder why Sueño’s main chosen form is a human, huh? Could it be that he used to admire humans from afar only to have that fantasy crushed and shattered into a billion pieces once he’s exposed to how cruel they could actually be?)

Yeah, no. It’s definitely only because he’s undercover and wants to look as ‘human’ as possible to avoid attention. No other reason-

So as an example here, Sueño can’t just easily change form just like that. In this little comic, he forgot the deer ears in his new form and had to poof them in.

Since he’s unfamiliar with most things in the human world, Sueño tends to get details of his forms wrong. When he wants to disguise himself as someone else, he needs to be highly familiar with all their features or it wouldn’t look exactly the same.

Example:

His bunny ears might be too long or too short. Maybe there’s extra limbs that shouldn’t be there. Wrong size or weirdly shaped horns or antlers. The hair might be too dark, too light, too straight or wavy. Eye colour might be wrong. You know what I mean?

To spot him out, you can either look for these inaccurate little details or just look for a star-shape somewhere. There always has to be one hidden in his many forms.

#disney wish #wish au #reach for the stars au #wish rewrite #rfts au #wish 2023 #wish starboy #wish star

[powdermelonkeg]

Tears of the Kingdom: The Final Analysis

Part 4

Part 3 here

Up next we have Link leaping into a ball of water sort of thing.

First off, the green in this pedestal looks much more vibrant than the other Zonai glows we've seen so far. It could be lighting, but I think it's more indicative of something that can be activated or deactivated at will.

The water seems to coalesce around this central core thing, which seems to vary in size as they're approached:

Then there's what looks like a splotch of malice over here:

Which might mean the sky isles aren't as safe from Ganon as they appear.

Then we have this weirdly shaped shadow. Is this a person? A mentor for Link as he runs through a training course? A weirdly-shaped tree?

Link dives through a laser-filled pit, with Zonai lights framing the edges of it.

Then he spreads his wings.

For some reason, he has a wingsuit; we know he has a paraglider and can dive as needed, so maybe this indicates that the paraglider will be unavailable at some point?

Also, those lasers go down a long, long way. This might be a passage to the underground.

Next, we have this giant gatchapon thing.

Collectable quest or dungeon mechanic? It's huge, so it must be important, at least.

The wheel has Zonai script on it, and I believe these do translate into actual letters. We'll likely get a key to them shortly after TotK releases, just like the Sheikah text.

Also, there's something just over here that looks differently shaded to the rest of the platform. It's likely movable; possibly a loose piece for Ultrahand.

Link glides through a gap that looks like the Lomei Labyrinths. The only odd thing I can really pick out here is the blue sparks; they're persistent throughout this clip, like an ambient effect. So this location is isolated somewhere. Maybe the inside of one of the generator shrine things.

Link rides his horse through the Fort Hateno battlefield.

This is definitely of Zonai make, but it doesn't seem to have any special effects when it's swung. It's probably just a base set, like the Gerudo Scimitar or the Forest Dweller's Sword.

Hateno townsfolk are fighting off monsters over here; whether this is a scripted event or a recurring one is impossible to tell.

There's also a guy with what appears to be a soldier's helmet just standing there doing nothing. Funny at first glance, but it might also mean these guys need too be ordered around.

Here, we have a better view of the new battle scene.

Hello, sir, what fine horns you have.

Then we have the only Sheikah reference in this entire thing, which means that somewhere, somehow, it is still possible to access.

This is the translation of it, by the way. Is this inside a tower? Does the tower connect the surface to the underground?

This guy. What is he.

Clearly a Zonai, right? But what is he?

He's got some kind of snout with a horn at the end, and gold-edged feathers along his cheeks. His eye shape reminds me of the Rito. A predecessor, to confuse Rito heritage even further?

Ears with tassels on them that blend into his hair. Are they furred, or is it a style?

Gold-tipped horns, and a closed third eye. Notably, a third eye with three spiked lashes. Pair that with the tear facepaint under his open eyes:

And it looks really familiar.

On either side of him, we have blurred shapes that look to be other members of his tribe.

And that's a very Rito-like foot, with a glowing ball of light attached to it.

But what worries me about this scene are the sparks.

Malice-like fragments everywhere, like during a blood moon, while these guys aren't moving. Are they corrupted? Are they standing at the ready during a battle?

I'm out of picture space again, so look out for Part 5!

Edit: Part 5 is up!

#loz #zelda #totk #breakdown #analysis #long post

[attollogame]

yo yo!! i'm currently writing my own if, and i'm struggling with the worldbuilding 😭 attollo's world is so beautifully fleshed out and full and i love it to bits. if it's not too much trouble could you share things that helped you or your process or anything a beginner could find helpful?

Hi! I've seen a few other authors answer this, so I'm not exactly sure how much new advice I can give you building off of what's already been said before. I've sort of talked about how I go about worldbuilding and how I recommend approaching it in the past, but I'll definitely reiterate here, because those were a while ago now.

I think one of the biggest things people need to do with their worlds is look at what you have, and then ask questions. Why did someone build that city there? Who built that city there? What is the biggest attraction for people to move to that city? When was the city built? Has it been shaped by war? Passed from one political hand to the next? What are those wars? Who are those political hands? Then you get into questions like, why are those wars happening to begin with? What are the motives? Who do they affect?

Another thing that I myself need to keep in line with is keeping the worldbuilding practical to the story. It's definitely cool to have incredibly immersive world (I'm guilty of writing a lot of worldbuilding LMAO) but also make sure that the worldbuilding serves to explain something to a reader later, or help make sense regarding something the reader knows now. I talk about Antonio Vargo and Vincent Crowe, for example, in Attollo because they're key contributors to a lot of things that will and have happened; although they aren't really 'in' the world, they still shaped it. Things like that are super vital to helping your readers. Pinpoint the important people, places, and events, and build on those first.

I will say, interacting on here has helped a lot too. I had one person very passionate about aqueducts talk to me about the sewage system in Attollo once, which weirdly helped me figure out the Under City's design LMAO. People's questions can also help you shape the world by guiding you into thinking about things you may have not considered before.

I don't want to ramble too long, so I'll pinpoint to key things I've mentioned:

Ask questions. The who, what, when, where, why, and how that's probably been drilled into all of our minds by some literature teacher actually does make a comeback in worldbuilding, and can help you set a really strong foundation

Keep it practical. Make sure you nail down the key components of the world you'll need for your story before wandering into the sprawling world of underground sewage systems used by various cities across the world LMAO

Pinpoint the important people, places, and events, and build on those first. Who are your key people in your world; who shaped it, who's shaping it now? Where are the biggest places your story will feature? How did they come to be? What's their infrastructure, government, etc? What events shaped your world? Did you have wars, famines, rebellions? What caused those?

Interactivity will help too. People will ask questions you never thought of, and that can contribute as well.

So, grab the bull by the horns in a sense. Read a lot of articles, and books, and see what the world has to offer; worldbuilding can be hard to start, but once you get the ball rolling, it's a lot easier to tackle.

Hope that helps!

#advice

[blazingphantom]

BACK AGAIN FOR MORE WENDELL AND WILDD Behold Buffalo Belzer stuff I found very interesting/overall just a lot of shit

1.If you haven't figured by now, mans a 300t foot giant. Like how- Is he a special kind of demon? Was he born normal sized but had a huge growth spurt? But before the trailer came out I already had a feeling he'd be tall- but not like TITAN SIZE. 2. Belzer's large, rotund gut houses the Scream Fair and from two separate articles I've read. It's strapped onto him physically and I figured and such because initially I was like 'how tf does he do daily stuff'.

Here you can visibly see red/brown straps going across his belly, so does that mean he can /stand/ up with Scream Fair still attached to him? 3. He's blue! I had no idea he was blue, only found out from an article. You can clearly see he is from when his horns emerge from the graveyard, before electricity(?) dances around his gigantic horns. (Blue matches him better, originally thought he was dark purple for some reason)

4. Belzer EATS souls. Like the homie full on chows down on em. Again, found this from an article. I think it was from a person interviewing Henry Selick. And when I read it I was like 'oh WHAT?' but looking back at this part of the trailer

The surroundings walls clearly move and are red colored and now with this info. So, yup. It isn't a moving hallway- but Belzer's digestive track. (Does this mean we'll get an inside sequence of him?) I feel bad for the souls, they do be eternally screaming. Another fun lil thing' apparently it was Henry's favorite thing to try and animate the insides of it! And his stomach was so big 3 people sat inside it for laughs. Not 'puppets' but 'people', like HUH 5. There were large scaled models built. I assume buildings ect. So Belzer in the movie could be this gargantuan titan when filming compared to the small scaled characters. 6. Also read from the same article, that the crew took pointers from King Kong and made massive animatable hands for him, that featured a lot in the film. I imagine scenes for in hell and in the land of the living. (Idk bout you but I'd die if I saw his massive grabbers coming for me) 7. We all know this by now but. Buffalo Belzer saw the bros suggestion/offer to change Scream Fair into Dream fair 'treasonous' from an article I read, which the guy had actually seen 30 mins of the film (lucky mf). I assume since he's been doing it 5,000 years he'd get pretty peed off at his own children suggesting it should be changed. 8. Belzer has elvis styled sunglasses. (I have a feeling he'll wear them in the first part of the movie where we're introduced to the demon bros and him. PS; I found it weirdly adorable) 9. In the Underworld, or the Scream Fair. Belzer lays in a massive boiling lake, sort of like a hot tub. Mans is chilling, I respect that. 10. So, I was rewatching the trailer before Belzer emerges from the ground.

I apologize for my shitty screenshots. NOW, when I saw this I thought it was the catholic school. But.. IT'S THE BRO'S HEARSE CARRIAGE- and if you look in the distance, you see shapes. But,, if you really think about it

THE WALLS look very similar to this image ^. Both are snow covered rocky structures. The hearse carriage is chilling right by the staircase that Wendell and Wild are at. And from there, the camera pans down to reveal Belzer's horn coming up to the surface. This could allude to the possibility; Belzer senses his sons are in danger. But then it changes to, oh is he saying ''im coming for you'' to the priest/Father Bests? Who knows. I think this could be a possibility again, since the separate scenes could all add up, the hearse carriage, snow covered stairs, ect. I have a feeling Belzer is either coming for the priest or his sons. Another lil thing when he says. Again about the 'I'm coming for you' Too me, he doesn't even sound pissed off. Maybe he is, maybe he's just the calm angry type. But trailers like to lap over voice-lines, right? But I wouldn't be surprised if it was voice lapped. It flows really well. So it could belong to that specific scene, maybe before he comes from the ground. But why is Belzer coming from the ground? Either A. He senses something off, suddenly realizes Wendell and Wild aren't with him in the Underworld. Probably loses his shit. (In the negative way aka utterly fuming) Or B. He senses they're in danger and goes to rescue/aid them. (Not so sure bout the last one, but could be likely? Mainly because it's night- and where the bros are mind-controlled(?) it's also night!) 11. He's described as vain, bombastic and bellicose. Now, it's no surprise to me. But I wonder how he'll actually act in the film- I imagine despite being having these traits- he could still be, somewhat nice?? But who knows! Bombastic marked by or given to speech or writing that is given exaggerated importance by artificial or empty means  (from a post on twitter) Bellicose having an aggressive or fighting attitude (from an article review) Vain having or showing undue or excessive pride in one's appearance or achievements (Henry describes Belzer as this) Yet despite these 'negative personality traits, he actually has a giant soft spot. Meaning it probably alludes to the fact Belzer probably isn't as bad as I think. I'm excited to see how his 'soft spot' plays out in the film. That's enough from me for now! Might do more later cos my brain likes to be funny and makes me suddenly remember a lot more after a while.

#Wendell and Wild #Buffalo Belzer #im fixating on this so much yall #very hyped for the film #i'll never shut up abt this movie #yall can't stop me #i'll keep editing this fr

[late-huntric-enjoyer]

Fallen Promises {Goldric Demon/Angel} Pt.2

A/N: Psps. Read Pt 1 before you read this because this is part 2 of the previous chapter.

Prompt: Fallen Angel!Hunter is attempting to prove to his uncle that he can still be redeemed. Until then, he’s stripped of his t.itle in Heaven and sent down to earth. As he tries, he meets a demon who makes him question everything he’s ever thought.

***

Hunter turns his head in the direction of the building. He felt as if he was being watched. Magenta eyes fall down to see an individual. He stood in the crowd. Someone looking at him with a grin. Hunter saw the real face behind the human flesh until his eyes settled on the blink of black eyes.

“A demon!”

It seemed to surprise the demon when Hunter yelled it out. It was unexpected that the angel would go down right and yell it. People would cast weird looks in their direction as if they were crazy. Turning away, the demon runs. Hunter was hot on the demon’s tail. He didn’t care that he was shoving humans out of the way. It wasn’t his fault they couldn’t pick up the pace.

A part of him was whispering that this could be a trap, but Hunter didn’t care. He needed to get this demon finished with. The demon was quick on its feet, dodging civilians and pushing them into Hunter’s way.

This continued until they finally reached a building. A warehouse. It was a closed space. Hunter pants as he takes in his surroundings. He looks over to see the smirking demon. The demon stood with a proud look on their face. The confidence made Hunter want to wipe it off the demon’s face. How dare it look so smug?

“You!”

Hunter’s wings went into view as he rushed forward with his angel blade. The demon in question dodged his attacks. They moved back with each strike. Their wings flew out instinct. Hunter knew his suspicions were correct. Those reptile wings, the way the boy’s golden eyes would flicker to completely black. A tail that flickered into view before disappearing as well as those horns. The demon needed to create some distance from the angel.

No telling that this angel would kill him.

He flew into the air, creating more distance between himself and Hunter. Settling against one of the ceiling beams to watch the angel below. He doubted the angel would fly up. The angel wouldn’t sit still he could assess the enemy. In another universe, the demon would’ve believed the angel looked pretty cute. The demon shakes it away when the angel continues to holler.

“Get down here!”

The angel commanded. The demon huffs a laugh. This was heaven’s best. A short little angel. “I rather not.” Hunter glares, “The lord–” They laughed at Hunter’s next statement. “Lord? He has his pupils labeling him close to a god. That egotistical maniac.” Hunter burns with anger. “How dare you insult, my liege? He’s sentenced you putrid pests to be slaughtered.”

It perks the demon’s interest. Belos had sentenced his kind to be killed like pigs. It fits perfectly with all the demons they’ve met in the past. However, it felt insulting to him.

The demon hums before pulling out an imagery notepad and beginning to read it. “Well, you see here, I don’t see my name on your hit list.” The demon jokes with a grin. Hunter glares, “I swear to–” The demon was quick to interrupt with a grin.

“To god? Oh my, is an angel swearing now?” The demon gasps with his hand over his mouth. Concealing his laugh. “Do I need a camera to record this remarkable moment?” Swirling his tail around the beam, he decides to take in the angel. The angel was glaring at him. Magenta eyes that could send daggers down his spine. Pretty ruby eyes.  

His grin falters to a serious flat smile. This angel is responsible for killing 20 demons in the past few days. The news reported each body that had weirdly-shaped marks on its neck. Nothing can make those wounds except for angel blades. Each city reported was getting too close to its territory.

Hunter noticed the smile on the demon’s face fade until it came back in full force. “I’m afraid you can’t add my name to your list.” Hunter laughs. “You think you have a choice. You vile pest, do you truly believe you deserve a chance? You are nothing but corruption. A black smudge I’ll gladly remove from this rock.”

The angel continues to threaten. At one point, it should’ve sent shivers down his spine. However, he was used to this. Angels acting all high and mighty. It didn’t surprise him any longer. He gave the angel a tired look.

The demon scoffs, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m hurt, Goldie.” The jokes made everything better. It made him forget the fear. Hunter glares, “My name is Hunter, not Goldie to you, you, you, monster!” It surprised the demon that the angel would reveal their name. However, that shock washes away. He finally takes in the angel’s words. The demon returns the glare.

“For an angel, who serves to be the purest light created by God. You’ve killed most than a demon would kill in a month. I may be the demon but watch who you’re calling a monster.”

A part of him wanted to argue with this angel, but he couldn’t bring more attention to himself. He didn’t need the whole angel brigade to come and try to smite him. Yet, he was curious. This angel has killed over 20 demons in the last few days. That alone is a record and concerning.

This was a mission from Belos. Which means it has something to do with demons. He refused to become another lifeless corpse. He leaves the beam. He would rather go down in a fight than let himself be killed.

Hunter had a second to react when the demon disappears from where they stood. In a split-second, his eyes turn around as his body moves by reflex. With a clash from behind, his blade hit the other’s blade. The demon glares from where he stood.

“What?” Hunter’s steps faltered at the sight of the blade. The angel blade in the other’s hand. No demon should be in possession of such a blade.

All came to one conclusion.

This demon had killed an angel.

Hunter pulled his blade away and went first to attack. The demon moves back to dodge each attack. Hunter’s moves were strategic and timed, while the demon’s moves came at instinct. The will to not die. At one point, the demon debated taking the chance and killing the angel. However, it would prove to be futile.  

Killing an angel would mean Heaven would be on his tail. That was the last thing he needed.

Flapping back into the air, he put distance between them. Hunter growls, “Get down here, you coward. Stop pulling the same moves twice.” Hunter’s words left him vulnerable. The demon tilted his head when they noticed something. That’s when the demon finally got a good look at the angel. He laughs. It makes Hunter’s anger flow when the demon finally stops laughing.

“You’re a fallen,” the demon finally says. Hunter’s grip tightens on the blade. “I have no idea what you’re blabbering about, demon.” Seeing the angel become flustered in embarrassment made the demon snicker. He points at the angel’s wings with the blade.

“Your wings,” the demon points out. “They’re clipped. That only happens to fallen angels. Aw, no wonder you’re slaughtering demons. You want to prove your bitchy liege that you’re special.” He mocks. He laughs. Hunter growls, “You know nothing about me!”

The demon’s laugh fades away. “You see here, we both know nothing about each other, Hunter.” He finally uses the angel’s name. He was wasting time with this angel. “Do me a favor and leave me alone. I haven’t killed any human.” He growls. “I’ve done nothing to warren a bounty on my head.”

Sure, he was responsible for a few deals, but those were in the past. He didn’t make pacts with anyone unless he was forced. None has been recent.

Hunter laughs, “You think I’ll leave you alone? I’ll go back to Heaven and tell them about you. You’ll pay.” The demon should’ve been afraid, but he felt nothing. “I think you won’t. You see here, your little statement has its loose holes. You’re a fallen angel. You have no connection with Heaven. You would need to find an angel on this Earth, or pray that Belos is hearing your prayers.” The demon snickers when Hunter realizes that the demon isn’t lying.

A demon had knowledge of how fallen angels worked.

“You’re wrong,” Hunter growls. “I refuse to believe you. Demons are made to deceit and lie. You are nothing but a liar.” Hunter refused to listen to this demon’s words. The demon crosses his arms, putting the blade away. Golden eyes glared at him.

For a second, Hunter could see the boy’s silence take when those eyes trail off before looking back at him. It looked like the boy was thinking to himself. Hunter grins, he’s caught this boy speechless. The demon’s smile falls, just a serious look on his face. It wasn’t the childish grin.

“You do not have to believe me, angel. Leave me alone, and we won’t have any problems. Go flock back to Heaven and beg. You won’t stand a day blending in.” The demon turns away, and that’s when Hunter knew the demon’s next moves.

“Wait!”

The demon disappears with a snap of his fingers. Hunter could nothing when the demon was now gone. His grin falls. He let the demon escape. The room stinks with sulfur. He’ll find that demon. He won’t fail Belos.

Watching from above the warehouse, the demon glares while the angel leaves in a blink of an eye. He has doubts the angel will be after him. Telling by the angel’s intelligence, he was following the sulfur. He took off in flight. He couldn’t die without seeing his sister again.

Somewhere else. In the town of Gravesfield, a secret dwells in the small town.

“Sweet potato!”

There a human was smiling at the angel in front of her. An equally golden-eyed girl smiles at the human. A forbidden relationship, but the two didn’t care. All they cared about was each other.

A/N: Oh man. I forgot to update this one on Tumblr. I had updated this on wattpad and ao3. Uhh tomorrow morning next chapter. 

“Luz!”

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#hunter x edric #edric blight #toh edric #Huntric #the owl house hunter #toh hunter #angels #angel/demon au #fanfic #goldric #story #huntric #writing

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

DAMN I REALLY FORGOT TO MENTION MY C!PRIME DREAM LAST NIGHT

tws: abuse, body horror, manipulation, murder, stalking, obsession and possessive behaviour, restraints, imprisonment

basically, it was a fantasy au. l’manberg was like a revolution or maybe an opposing kingdom to the dsmp? not 100% sure. but they lost and everyone was captured. c!fundy was spared because he was only very young, like eight or so, and obviously c!Eret did the betrayal thing and was fine, but everyone else was imprisoned and slated for execution (including c!jack and c!niki).

so, c!dream was the king/emperor/whatever, and he gave c!wilbur an offer. he’d spare another member of the revolution, but only one. the rest would be executed as planned. with c!fundy safe, c!wilbur chooses c!tommy in a heartbeat, but c!tommy is horrified, not wanting to live without c!wilbur and c!tubbo, but they’re dragged back into their cells and he’s left there.

c!tommy’s still a prisoner, and for some reason he’s restrained even heavier than anyone else, but he lives in luxury. creepily enough, it seems like whoever designed the cell he’s in now knew everything he liked and disliked, despite the fact they had no way of knowing that and even if they did they shouldn’t have known it’d be c!tommy who survives.

so, y’know how i mentioned this was a fantasy au? most characters were human, and c!clingy and c!fundy were beastmen (c!tommy was a raccoon, c!tubbo was a sheep, c!fundy was a fox), but c!Eret and c!Dream were both… something far more ancient. they might have been dreamons I’m not 100% sure? but they had fangs and feathery wings and big elaborate horns and stuff and they were immortal. and they could turn others into their species. I think you’re picking up where i’m going with this.

so, c!dream visits every day, and he’s both weirdly nice but also bluntly honest- he knew c!wilbur would pick c!tommy and organised the situation for that specifically (he refuses to say why, saying it’s more fun if c!tommy figures it out on his own), he has no plans on sparing anyone else no matter what, and he’s not ever going to let c!tommy go because he knows he’s stubborn and will want revenge. so c!tommy’s never really alone. he even has a bell he can use to ring for servants to request whatever he wants, except for any sort of freedom. if c!tommy forgets that everyone he knows and loves is going to be executed and is probably being tortured right now, it’s almost easy to pretend it’s not horrible.

and then the agony starts.

first, it’s days of splitting headaches, and flashes of blindness. then something sharp breaks through his skull and his eyes burn as their colours and shape shift. his old teeth fall out and razor sharp fangs break through his gums. the skin on his hands and feet harden and his bones shift painfully, leaving talons. his back is torn apart as it’s broken apart by the sprouting of wings, and it feels like his bones are melting as they hollow out to allow him flight.

and it’s not just his body, it’s his mind. first, it’s a craving for raw meat. then, it’s the overwhelming enhance of senses, and the dizzying newness of being able to sense magic itself leaving him bedridden and sick. he starts craving for stranger things he can’t describe too, magic itself and souls and emotions to feed on. his emotions feel so much stronger, even harder to control. and what he hates most of all is the instinctual sense of comfort he starts feeling around c!dream, the trust and affection forced into his head like some sick imitation of how he felt around c!wilbur.

c!dream himself is ecstatic to have another spawnling. it’s been so long, he’d felt scared after the exorcisms thousands of years ago and he’d missed having kin so much. if the people knew what he was, if that information wasn’t all but forgotten, they’d never look at him with the adoration they always did. but now, not only has he found kin from the time, who survived alongside him, but he had a new mortal with so much potential to become a new part of his kin too! and, obviously, the second he cast his eyes on c!tommy he sensed it, so he’d had intelligence on him at all times to learn everything about him, because that clearly made him important. he might have even tipped the cards a bit when it came to the l’manberg conflict itself, but all for the greater good, right? all for kin. kin is all that matters. and even if c!tommy hates him now, he’ll realise that eventually, right?

it ended with c!tommy forced to watch as his friends and family from l’manberg were executed, without ever being able to say goodbye and raise a hand to help them btw :)

#my dreams are just like that #primeboys (derogatory) #tw abuse #tw body horror #tw manipulation #tw murder #tw obsession #tw possessive behaviour #tw Restraints #Tw stalking #tw imprisonment #tbf this one is probably as bad for Eret as Tommy lmao #he was just the viewpoint chara in my dream

[jeane-doe]

So I re-read Ava's Demon with my GF, Who is now my headcanon voice for Ava, and I remembered the interaction between Ava and Odin after she goes berserk at the Titan HQ, and I thought of an AU where instead of Ava drinking the vial, it's Gil!

Realistically I think if this were to happen in the comic, I think Ava would have to split up with Gil, and would probably be the one to find him in this form, but Ava x Gil is a ship I don't even wanna entertain the thought of existing...

Also, the description of Vial Gil here is based on a drawing I posted on my art account, @nauseous-narcissist

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Ava's Demon

Themes/Kinks:: None

This Fic contains and Implies themes of::

Religion//Cults

Noncon//Kissing

If any of these themes trigger or offend you, you probably shouldn’t read this!

Please take care of ya self!

Odin's body ached and shivered.

There was a sickly smell in the air, a fusion of salt water and the coppery scent of blood.

As he began to wake up, he heard the sounds of waves crashing. He opened his eyes, he saw nothing but blue. He was surrounded by water.

He sprang up in shock, looking around.

The whole Titan HQ was flooded.

Foamy blue waves crashed against buildings and other structures. The few buildings that were left were covered in a strange pink coral, that had weaved its way into every crack and crevice.

Odin looked on in a mix of awe and horror.

 What happened?

The only thing he could remember was a panic breaking out and water starting to flood into the room his sisters had taken him. He quickly looked down at his hands and saw they were freed from the cuffs they'd put on him.

That was a relief, but he was still stranded on top of a building. He was also concerned about the others.

Did they make it out alive?

Maggie had those weird vine powers, so she could've easily escaped or protected herself.

But Ava and Gil?

As Odin got lost in thought he heard a noise from behind him.

He quickly turned to see a giant coral structure, it was built like an old tree, each jagged pink branch weaving into the other. Odin looked up to see a figure sitting on one of the branches.

A survivor?

He walked closer to the edge of the building to get a better look.

 He looked up again noticing the figure's blue skin and white hair.

"Gi-Gil?" Odin said aloud.

Despite speaking fairly quietly, the figure turned to face him, clearly hearing him.

That's when Odin saw it.

It was clearly Gil's face but...he looked different.

His irises were a glossy green, with pink pupils.

He had a pair of coral-shaped horns growing out of his head. Dark blue scales scattered on his face and body.

Swiftly Gil jumped down from his pink throne, landing gently in front of Odin.

This gave the purple-eyed boy a good view of his new attire.

Gil was shirtless, with golden armbands and a pearl necklace around his scaled neck. His pants were wide and poofy with golden anklets at the bottoms. He resembled a sea goddess Odin had heard of in his youth.

"Hello, Odin."

The blue-skinned boy said, with a broad, almost childish, grin.

"D-did you do a-all this?"

Odin asked clearly concerned.

"Yes..."

Gil replied bluntly.

"They all deserved to drown, sinners in followers' clothing need to be snuffed out."

His tone was weirdly cold. 

His chipper and sweet demeanor was replaced with a silent almost gloomy persona.

"W-what are yo-you even talking ab-about?"

"All those people, none of them were worthy of Paradise, they were doomed to a life of sin and suffering. I did them a favor…I set them free."

He closed his eyes and smiled at his final words.

Odin stepped back a bit, Gil's green eyes staring right through him.

"...I know you're not a follower, I know I've never met you before now,"

He stepped closer causing Odin to back into a wall.

"But something about you feels so... Familiar."

Odin flinched as Gil rested his now-clawed hand on his cheek. Running his hand down his face and neck, then stopping at his chest.

Suddenly Odin's mouth met with a salty-sweet taste, as Gil leaned in to kiss him.

Odin couldn't move, Gil had trapped him in place.

His mind and heart were racing as he felt his face blush. 

After a couple of seconds, Gil pulled away and smiled.

He then rested his head against Odin's shoulder.

"I know you feel the same about me. So tell me Odin, who am I to you?"

He whispered into Odin's ear before going silent.

Odin was about to respond when he heard a small snore. he looked over at the boy resting on his shoulder.

Did he really just fall asleep!?

Gil's snoring became more audible confirming this. 

Odin sighed as he took the scaled boy into his arms, carrying him bridal style, as he went hunting for the others.

#fic #fanfic #ask me to tag #tw.noncon #tw.religion #tw.cult #tw.cults #ava's demon #gil marverde #odin arrow #gilodin #gil x odin #oceanarrow #noncon kissing #tw.noncon kissing #tw.dubcon

[crimsonfacets]

"alt!"

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

There was no one in the kitchen, yet a dark figure suddenly walked by the doorway in Dib's peripheral, a breeze clipping his hair and ear to solidify the fact that something did just pass. Peeking back in, he'd see that someone was in the kitchen: a woman, decked in all black with only hints of a dusty mauve cuffing her collar and the long sleeves of her dress. Her hair was weirdly familiar.. Gaz? No. No way. It couldn't be. Gaz was paler, and her hair was way shorter than this. Also, Gaz was a kid, not an ADULT.

"Foodio has made your coffee, ma'am." And Foodio 3000 just rolled up to her like she wasn't a total STRANGER who broke into the house, not whipping out Mega Membrane(tm) lasers and electric taser buzz saws, but instead whipping out hospitality by serving her a steamy mug of what smelled like super strong coffee. "Only one tea spoon of sugar, no milk. Just like [ PROFESSOR MEMBRANE PROGRAMMED INTO IMPORTANT MEMBRANE HOUSEHOLD FAMILY FAVORITES ]! I hope you enjoy it."

The woman appeared to be trying to keep quiet, glancing over her shoulder now and then with a squint, eyes actually open in comparison to how his little sister's always preferred a tight scowl. Same eye color as both of theirs, though. Gloved hands reached to grab for the coffee when Clembrane came bodyslamming through the wall into the poor food service bot, holding up a spoon.

"I GOT IT, HONEY!" He announced happily, wiggling it around in the woman's face. "You so clumsy, but that what so cuuuuUUUuuute about yoooou!" He cooed, rubbing fingers into the woman's quickly heated features as she twitched. Her brows popped. Dib could hear her growling.

"Yes, you did. Thank you... dear." She responded with a low tone of voice. A wispy, black tendril emerged from the shadows beneath her and wrapped around the spoon wiggled about in the air, flinging it from the clone and out the window. "Oh, poor me. I lost it again. What will I do without it. Oh no. I'm sad. Tragedy."

"!!!!" Clembrane whipped around and threw his bowl of fresh pudding to the side with a loud smash. "I'LL GET IT! DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD, NEESY DEESY!" BAM! Annnnd there was another hole in the kitchen as the enormous second father figure went bounding out again, car horns quickly emitting in the distance with the sound of crash.

The mug of coffee that should have sailed into oblivion with the recovering robot was instead frozen in the air, still steaming and untouched. The woman gripped it and inhaled the vapors deep, sighing with tension leaving her body. She murmured something to herself, an indiscernible bout of mumblings in Spanish with a few words in there that were definitely not appropriate for children's ears.. that was until her eyes flicked across the way and made contact with Dib's. She stopped in an instant.

Uh-oh. She was Aware of him now. What was going to happen?

.. Apparently, she was going to cross the kitchen and pull... oatmeal? Off the stove? What the heck is oatmeal doing there?? And mix it in a bowl that was nearby, throw in a few fruits with cinnamon and chocolate and bring it to him. She gave his head a few gentle pats and a ruffle while in the background, those weird eldritch tendrils stretched from shadows beneath the dinner table and sucked a black typewriter that he'd never seen before into its shade.

The woman fussed over his coat and fixed it, buttoning it up. "This needs to be buttoned, Dib. It's cold outside." Was she really bossing him around? Who the heck was she? How did she know his name?? Then she did something WEIRD.. She kissed him on the head! "You never seen me. I wasn't here. I need a break." She told him, hand cutting to the side of her face to block out the Clembrane-shaped holes in the wall before slipping past.

Blink.

Those holes weren't there anymore, and there was no debris all over the kitchen. Foodio was idle and in one piece, humming to himself as he charged in the wall socket. There was no pot on the stove or oat-smattered spatula. But, there was still the faint scent of that super black coffee in the air, and Dib would notice he was still holding a bowl of hot oatmeal in his hands, and his coat was still buttoned up. There was no sight of the woman though, even if he looked the house up and down, she just wasn't there. Foodio had no idea who he was talking about either when he asked.

Why did this stuff always happen to him when he had nothing to record it with!?!

#(( GLITCH IN THE MATRIX MOMENT. dib meets his mama from another universe 8) )) #(( yes i do have a mom for him and gaz. yes i have had her ever since i was a kid when iz first came out. #i couldn't resist asdfkaksdf. sorry for the drabble uvu )) #thcsevoices #『 blog / asks. 』 ❝ IT CAME FROM THE MAILBOX. ❞ #long post #(( moms r us the blog ))