#horrible creature of a man

[ghouljams]

Ok but how could u just mention ballet au konig wants to rip her tights. Like I wanna see this. I LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH

Genuinely I had to go back and read my own tags how did you find that I hid it so well.

Ballet!König is my favorite creature man, I think of him often and keep forgetting to write for him. Here's some good old fashioned tights ripping for you :)

König's fingers tug at your tights, his teeth biting the sheer material to make a hole before he rips the seam open with a truly satisfying 'rrrrrip'. He stares at the pink leotard under it, his thumbs holding the seam open as he breathes heavily. His eyes dart to yours and he swallows thickly, you blink at him. The embarrassment of having him physically rip your clothes is almost more than you can handle. He presses his face against your mound, breathes you in with a satisfied groan, and licks a stripe up your slit through your dance clothes.

"König, wai-" There's another ripping sound, his fingers curling and pulling against your thigh, putting another hole in your tights. You don't know why it makes you arch, your hands flying to his hair to hold him close as he continues wetting your leotard with his tongue. He moves his hand under your thigh, coaxes you to hitch it over his shoulder only to rip yet another hole in the back of your tights. He's teasing you, letting you feel the slick pressure of his mouth, the heat of his breath, letting you hear his desperation, without actually touching you.

You look to the side, watching yourself in the floor to ceiling mirrors of the practice room. The way your chest rises and falls, the way König hunches over you, the way your skin presses against the ribbons of nylon still hanging on to you, you can even see König's cock straining against his sweats. After hours in the company studio, you'd thought he'd want to practice your pas de duex, not- You whine as he pulls your leotard between his fingers and his teeth and rips.

"Naughty, naughty, Schatz," He tuts, stroking his fingers along your dripping cunt "you really should wear underwear to work." You both know you're not the only ballerina in company to leave the house with one less layer, but that doesn't stop the heat that ripples over your skin at his chastising. His tongue flicks against your clit without the fabric barrier and you moan, feeling the heat of it clench deep in your stomach.

He presses a finger into you as he sucks on your clit, big and thick and reaching further than yours ever could. You buck your hips into his gentle thrusts, desperate, whining. He reaches around your leg to rest his arm against your stomach, holding you down. You're not a weak person by any measure, but neither is he, and the strength he exerts to keep you in place as he licks you is disastrous for your ability to think. The same hands that lift you so carefully, so effortlessly, keeping you still while he pulls back and eases a second finger into your slick cunt.

You whine and whimper for him. Tight heat steadily builds in your stomach as he scissors and thrusts his fingers in tandem with the roll of his tongue. The all too pleasant ache of being stretched is starting to make you sweat, still in all your clothes built for warmth. You can feel your hair starting to come out of its bun from all your wiggling on the floor. "König please," You beg, even knowing your pleas are going to fall on deaf ears.

"One more, don't want to hurt you," König mumbles, taking a moment to bite the untorn tights on your other leg and rip. You can feel your wetness on his lips, on his tongue when he licks your freshly exposed skin. Despite the promise of another finger, he curls the two already inside of you. You bite your lip, try to keep your voice down until he presses against that soft spongy spot and you hum out your pleasure, attempting to arch your back under his iron grip. He coos praises down at you, and those are somehow worse than the chastising. Your cheeks are hot thinking about the dancers that were in this room earlier, the ones that would return tomorrow, what would they think if they knew you were dripping all over the floor from your lead's fingers.

A third finger presses into you, stretching you with a delicious little burn. Full, but not in the way you want to be. Not in the way König knows you'll beg him for. He twists his fingers in and out of your cunt, working your clenching heat open. His eyes never leave your face, even as his tongue laps at your sweet folds. He can never get used to the way you fall apart for him. The way your little whines turn into panting pleas.

He never seems to stretch you out enough to not ache when he pushes his girthy cock into you. Always wants you to feel every inch, every vein, of it as it splits you open. It's no fun if he doesn't see the little spark of pain in your eyes when you raise your leg or drop into the splits. No fun if he can't fold you in half and hear you sob as he fucks into your tight little hole, begging for more from him. Always so greedy his little ballerina. You clench around his cock so nicely, gummy walls dragging against his length, so desperate to hold him inside. God you're gorgeous falling apart for him, legs shaking and head thrown back as you cum on his cock. He never has to slow his thrusts, he knows you can take it, knows you're as desperate for him to cum and fill you up as he is.

Pretty little ballerina. He loves watching his cum drip out of you, staining your already ruined clothes. Watching you dance is a treat, but knowing he'll have you like this afterwards? Well, that makes it all the better.

#I think König has a ballerina kink he's been neglecting #or like a tights kink because he is absolutely feral for this #minors dni #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig x f!reader #x reader #cod x reader #ballet au #König is a feral feral man #horrible creature of a man #darling has sweats in her dance bag but dude she cannot go home like that #really funny because I think she lives with other ballerina roommates #and they all are shocked and appalled that she and König fucked in the studio #it's good tea tho girl so keep spilling what else did the man do

[xxfaylinnxx]

Flower

#fanart #fnaf #springtrap #fnaf springtrap #oc #i just want him to receive love #and get a redemption #afafadfsf hEaR mE oUt- #I can't justify it #he's a horrible man #a creature #but what about a child that reminds him of Elisabeth #and he was like #a good father before y'know

[thefanciestborrower]

The Devouring of Prometheus

Ohh boy this fic has been over a year in the making and by golly am I proud of it. It was mostly an attempt to imitate Mary Shelley’s writing style while adding more classic lit vore into the world cause oh boy do we need it. This fic is a little darker than my usual fluffy stuff because. You know. It’s Frankenstein. But everything is still safe despite what Victor thinks. Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Contains soft, safe, unwilling vore, mentions of digestion, mentions of dying, mentions of cannon character death, minor injury, and vomit

Characters: Victor Frankenstein and the Creature

Word Count: 2,830

Mankind has no greater fear than that of being devoured. It is an instinctual fear, engrained deep within our very beings from the moment we are born, as it is in every living being, and yet it is perhaps one of the most uncommon fears to experience in its true, unaltered form. We are quite familiar with the notion of being killed and eaten by a wild beast, since such a thing, while not terribly common in the more civilized parts of the world, is often talked of in books and by explorers returning from long voyages to strange, wild lands. It is a threat to be sure, but perhaps not the most fear inspiring one. A hungry lion might indeed pounce upon you with his teeth and claws bared as if to shred you to ribbons while you lay awake in agony, but in truth he is far more merciful than even most men and will end you swiftly with a bite to the neck before he ever starts to feed. The fear of being eaten in this way, then, is diluted by the promise of a swift death at the claws of a creature who bore you no more malice than you do a butchered duck. 

The terror of being consumed lies not in the act of consumption, but in the method. Stories full of giants and ogres who devour men whole and alive fill the countryside and take captive the minds of all who hear them, filling their dreams with images of gnashing teeth and slavering mouths, capable of sending a grown man down, kicking and screaming, in a single swallow. I must confess I never heard much of these tales growing up, aside from a few Clerval was so fond of telling, and when they did reach my ears, I simply scoffed, laughing such frightening images away in the clear light of day when nothing could seem more ridiculous. They were children’s tales, I thought, simply meant to frighten and entertain, for nothing, man or beast, could swallow whole a living man. Oh, how I wish I had been right. 

He came for me in the night. I was asleep, or nearly so, when a sudden noise at my window startled me awake. At first I assumed it to be the scratching of a branch or perhaps even some night creature making its rounds through the garden outside. After all, I was far more unfamiliar with the Oxford landscape than my dear friend Clerval, who had spent much of his afternoon exploring the grounds, so I felt there to be no need for concern. Indeed, I had nearly turned over to drift back to sleep when I saw his eyes. Those wretched, sunken, yellow eyes staring as if into my very soul through the dusty window I had neglected to lock in my naivety. I might have screamed had fear not grasped my throat and strangled my voice, and though I longed to run, terror turned my legs to lead and forced me to watch as the fiend pried open the window with a delicate ease that seemed almost laughable compared to the rest of his hulking mass. I pulled my sheet up to shield my chest like a child might, entertaining fantasies that perhaps this was simply a nightmare, and if I remained still in my bed then he would be unable to harm me, but when he began to climb through the window with the elegance of a lion stalking his prey, eyes never once leaving me, panic settled over my heart and I realized this was no mere conjuring of an overworked mind. The beast was here, looming over me in my chambers as I trembled in bed with naught but a thin sheet and even thinner night clothes to protect me. 

“Devil! What do you want from me!” I cried at last, terror loosening her claws from my throat. “I have not forgotten our agreement, so why do you insist on tormenting me so!” 

I received no reply, the beast more than content to simply stare at my trembling form. Perhaps he enjoyed how weak I must have appeared before him as his eyes flicked over me, almost sizing me up for reasons I could never have comprehended in that moment. Cold and yellow as they were, I could see an inkling of some mysterious emotion behind those eyes, but it’s identity I couldn’t say. Nor did I care. My thoughts were quickly preoccupied as he advanced upon me, padding forwards like some great and terrible cat, until he stopped just shy of the side of my bed, so close I could have reached out and touched him. 

Again, I saw that strange emotion flicker behind his dead eyes, but before I had time to ponder it he wrapped his hands around my chest and lifted me from the safety of my bed with terrifying ease, like one might lift a small child or a doll, and while I screamed and writhed in his hideous grasp, his hold only tightened. My ribs creaked and complained under the pressure and my cries became strangled and choked. With a ghastly popping sound he opened his grotesque mouth, jaw hanging at an angle too wide for any human to achieve, and to my upmost horror he quickly stuffed my head inside with the terrifying efficiency of a ravenous beast. The slimy muscle of his tongue lapped against my face and my body convulsed in disgust as I desperately fought not to be sick. Revolting as my situation was, I did not wish to add my own vomit to the mix, even if it might have disgusted the fiend enough to free me. 

I could see nothing but darkness, each desperate gasp for oxygen only supplying me with the barest sliver of foul air. Teeth ringed my neck like a terrible collar, and for a moment I entertained ideas of those teeth, the very same I had picked and sorted by hand, crashing together to sever my head from my body like some terrible executioner. Before my thoughts could spiral much more in this direction, his grip changed and I was suddenly shoved against the slick, fleshy opening of his throat. My blood curdled and, with a sudden, crushing pressure, my head was crammed downwards in the most painful manner which caused me to cry out in despair. My skull felt as though it would shatter, and I screamed a horrible, terrible shriek of agony and terror as my shoulders were crushed down after me, the tight gullet of the beast threatening to break them into splinters. My vision swam, stars of pain and lack of breath sparking and dancing before my eyes, and though no light followed me into my hellish prison, I could still see the blackest pitch wavering at the edge of my vision, threatening to drown me in its inky embrace. For a moment I wished it would, if only to keep me from the terrible suffering I knew lay before me, but fate is a cruel mistress and before I could sink into that comforting ocean of darkness a terrible pressure bloomed upon the crown of my head and forced me into an open pocket of stinking, putrid air. 

Coughing and gaging I struggled to draw even a single breath. My ribs, now horribly compressed, creaked and shuttered terribly under the pressure of the creature’s throat, and though my legs still flailed outside, and my hands desperately scrambled for a hold on what I felt to be his chin, I did not dare move the length of my compressed torso for fear of inflicting more damage upon myself. Another painful swallow jolted me down, my face jamming roughly into what I presumed to be the bottom of the creature’s dreadful stomach, and the grotesque flesh not only yielded to accept my presence, but did so with an almost pleased sounding groan, if stomachs can be pleased, as if I really were simply a morsel of food to be consumed and forgotten. The sound filled my heart with a terror I’ve never known, and I cried out, though my voice was quickly silenced by the slick flesh as more of my body was squeezed through that terrifically tight ring of muscle and forced to bend and twist to fit my new prison like some sort of contortionist. 

I know not how long it took the devil to consume me: the darkness of my surroundings and constant pain dulled my senses and left me disoriented to the point where I no longer could even tell up from down. I remember no longer feeling the cold air on my body after some time, my entire being now encased in sweltering heat, and searing pain as my legs were crushed down against my ribs. Finally, it was all over. My entire body had been fully compacted into the creature’s stomach, and although this new development was arguably a much worse position than my previous one, I was far too preoccupied with gulping down precious lungfuls of oxygen to care.

Then, all at once, the reality of my situation came crashing down upon me and with the fervor of a cornered beast I began to lash out and fight, twisting and turning in the confined space in hopes of causing my captor at least the slightest bit of discomfort. 

“Fiend! Devil! Release me at once!” I panted, gnashing my teeth in fear and anger. “This is no way to treat any man, let alone your maker!”

I had no doubt that he could hear my cries and feel my struggles, confined as I was, and yet no answer came. Despite the nature of my location, I was completely and utterly alone, for what man pays attention to his food after he’s eaten it. Again, I tried to call out, to plead for release as I fought against the smothering flesh, and again I was ignored, save for a light pressure against my back from which I hastily jerked away. It was his hand; I knew it instinctively. The brute was no doubt relaxing after so fine a feast of human flesh, and that touch was nothing more then the satisfied gloating of a predator now sated with a filling meal that would last him far longer than any morsel of bread or wine. I was merely something to be enjoyed, digested, and forgotten.

 How many more, I wondered, would be lost in the same way once I had perished. Clearly my current location indicated my captor had grown fond of the taste of human, and with a heart wrenching shudder I suddenly realized I had no way of knowing wether I was the first victim of the monster’s appetite, or if he had already glutted himself with other gentle country folk, just as he had done to me, and I was now resting in their grave. The thought was too much for my already distraught and troubled soul, and the disgust which filled me suddenly became too overwhelming to sustain. With a thick heave I proceeded to retch onto myself, my sick mixing with the beast’s own bile, and I sobbed bitterly for my home. 

“Oh, my dear mountains and precious lake. Will I truly never again delight in your sweet air and radiant beauty? Am I to perish so far from all that is fair and wholesome, without even the cold stars to bare witness to my demise?” I lamented; my voice thick with the grief of a man who believes he is to die isolated from everything he once held dear. 

The spongy flesh seemed to mute my voice effectively as a heavy curtain might, and my words fell upon deaf ears, for no reply came from my creation. My captor. My killer. Was I really to meet my end as nothing more than a meal? My last breath tainted by the stench of bile and vomit? The pressure to my back returned, and although the touch revolted me, I was far too exhausted from my fear and the quickly thinning oxygen to do more than twitch in protest. What difference would it make anyways, my fate was already sealed.

Each breath I drew grew more ragged and gasping with every passing second, my panic having done nothing but quickly use up what little air I had in the stale cell, and in some fever, I realized that, although my air was quickly thinning, I had not yet begun to feel the slightest tingle of digestion. Oh, what sweet twist of fate was this! I still would meet my end as nothing more than a morsel of food this was true, but I would be long since unconscious and perhaps even suffocated before acids truly began to work on me and thus spared the sensation of digesting alive. It was a small assurance, but so consumed was I by grief and terror of my fate that even the small mercy of a painless death brought me comfort. It was more than a man like me deserved after all I’d done. The innocent blood on the creature’s hands stained mine as well, and I thought bitterly of poor darling little William and dear Justine. Their blood has been spilt on my account, and yet, while their deaths had been horrific tragedies, I took solace in knowing they had left the world far quicker than I would, and that I would be seeing them again soon.

My vision swam before me, and with one last shuddering sigh I slumped against the slick walls, no longer attempting to catch my breath, for what would be the point in trying to breathe when there is no air left to fill my lungs. The stomach clenched around me with a disgusting squelch, smothering and squeezing my helpless form as it worked to knead what I presumed to be caustic acids into my sodden clothing and soft flesh, preparing for the undoubtably difficult task of liquifying my un-masticated body. With a gasping, barely audible sob I pressed a trembling hand out against my churning prison walls, cursing my creation and praying my end would be swift. Then the darkness engulfed me, and I knew no more.

Due to the circumstances in which I had fallen unconscious I fully expected to never wake again, so when I started awake some unknown amount of time later in the very bed I had been snatched out of, I could seldom comprehend what was happening. My first thought was that my horrendous experience had been naut but a dream; an apparition brought upon me by the dreadful task I knew I would soon be required to complete. Then I became aware of the disgusting film of sticky, foul smelling sick coating my body and the dull, yet throbbing pain in my ribs, and my blood ran cold. It had been no dream. My creation truly had assaulted me in the night, swallowed me whole and alive, and, by some miracle, vomited me back out before his digestive system could process me. In fact, aside from my ribs, which were badly bruised, I appeared whole and unharmed. Not even a drop of acid had singed my clothes, and my skin was fair and unblemished as it had always been. I pressed a hand to my cheek as if to make certain of my unharmed state, and then, to my own surprise, I began to laugh. It was not a mirthful laugh, but rather one of incredulous shock and relief as I grasped at my warm and unharmed skin. So certain had I been that those final moments filled with slimy blackness and foul reeking air inside the creature would be my last that the cold air of my room and the sting of my nails against my face might well have been gifts from Heaven itself. Even now I marvel at my incredible escape and wonder what could possibly have prompted the monster to give up as filling a meal as I surely must have been. I do not think I shall ever know, but judging from the healthy nature which I possessed upon waking, I can only assume he realized he could not process me as he intended and his body expelled me, though wether such an expulsion was voluntary on his part I still could not say. Nonetheless I knew I was no doubt incredibly fortunate to have survived such an encounter and my resolve had the been strengthened. Where before I had postponed my promise, I vowed to not do so again, for who knew how long the wretched beast would be content to wait and leave me and others be. As soon as I was able, I would set to work creating another who would contain his terrible urges and put this dreadful encounter behind me forever. 

#Alternate title: Victor Frankenstein and the terrible horrible no good very bad day #My man is going though it <3 #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #Half size vore #Unwilling vore #Cj writes #Tw mentions of death #vomit tw #Tw vomit #tw minor injury #classic lit vore #nsx vore #I have lots of thoughts on creature pov here #Do not take what Victor says seriously he is. An unreliable narrator #Just like in cannon lol #digestion mention #fatal mention #Doesn’t happen tho

[leona-florianova]

..I love to hate him..

#knives millions #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #trigun maximum spoilers #my art #sketches #horrible horrible creature #millions knives #bastard man

[arinmoss]

Lilith wip (he/him!)

#oc #original character #i never posted this here i guess lol #anyways heres my guy Lilith he has a terrible personality and works at some shitty jo bin a seaside town and meets this mermaid creature #life for him gets weird idk it story is v vague as of right now lmao #i just know that he used to be kind of a normal character but then iw as like what if he was kinda horrible #anyways this wip is VERY old and im very mad i never got to finish it cause there is so much i want to fix -____- #anyways i love giving my boys long hair and a bang moment lmao #prettyfying every oc i have #hes also missing earrings -__- #art #digital art #sketch #wip #work in progress #trans oc #trans masc #trans man? maybe? stilll figuring that out #in the story itself hes explorign that sorta thing idk maybe he's a dude but like only a little lol #who knows man

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Diurnal vampires my beloved. Ones who are often excluded from their own kind because their sleep schedule never changed. Being unable to be touched by sunlight has only made them have to adapt in other ways. Besties with insomniacs human and vampire alike because it's not their fault they got this way.

#okay this is horribly executed as a post but the ideas man #someone please expand #diurnal vampires #vampires #vampirism #creatures of the night

[valkavavaart]

kobeni & kobeni the squeakquel

#my art #chainsaw man #Kobeni Higashiyama #idk the lil guys name but i am not immune to pathetic lil creatures #i already like kobeni now i have a second one #cant wait for something horrible to happen #anyway no more chainsaw man never again #csm kobeni

[merilles]

there is no love like a woman and her murder-chicken 💖

#i have been feeling unwell as of late so i've been rotating her in my mind #i think she sees the most wretched disgusting creature and goes 'awhhhh baby 🥺' #will hold and snuggle and treasure animals that can kill a man #she gets attached to every horse and horrible pet she adopts over the years #she also ​definitely helps raise and train the fellbeasts :) #tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #textual ghosts #headcanons #nazgul #ringwraith #oc #ofc #tolkien oc #lotr oc #oc: duvain #my ocs #art #my art #merilles

[witchofthemidlands]

BAD SISTERS || Chopped Liver

This reads like an incorrect quote but this is, in fact, an actual line from this show in a conversation between the two most serious characters in this series.

#grace 🥺☺️ she is so lovely 🥰 she is a sweetheart 🥰 i love her i love her i love her 😊 #she is so pretty 🥰 #grace garvey #giffing this character not being tortured actually sickened me but the absurdity of this sends me #they created the most unbearable character i have ever seen i would have killed him in broad daylight with witnesses #he was a disgusting horrible vile creature the trash between a racoons toe an absolute abomination of a man #he made me so uncomfortable i don't think i could have gotten through it if jprick's funeral hadn't have been in the literal first episode #the prick #tw: john paul williams #bad sisters #they are incredible actors oh my god i never saw clan so i dont know how they compared to the original but their performance floored me #i have said this before and i will say it again she is an amazing actor absolutely brilliant #i am once again so happy she got an award for this performance god she was brilliant her journey was so difficult to watch but ahh the end 🤩 #anne marie duff #claes bang #i was genuinely surprised by how good his acting was in this as the only thing i had seen him in before this was not great #badsistersedit #appletvedit #cinemapix #dailytvsource #dailytvfilmgifs #tvedit

[mokeonn]

if yall ever wanna make a bomb ass book accurate Frankenstein's Creature design just stick whatever sexyman design you have in a dehydrator and it'll look sick as fuck

#simon says #frankenstein #i mean... victor did TRY to make the creature look beautiful #he failed horribly but he tried #do that concept in your design #make hot man #then turn him into a raisin #if you want him to be hot again just stick him in a glass of water overnight #like one of those dinosaur pill things #I actually have art of this so if anyone wants an example just ask

[wanderingaldecaldo]

📸 by @breezypunk | commission detes

I hate his big beautiful eyes 😭

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk photomode #videogame photography #male v monday #masc v monday #male v #masc v #male oc #streetkid v #6th street #a pathetic creature #horrible awful baby man #my commissions #others work #breezypunk #looooove what you did with his eye shadow #and the fit is super cute 😍 #travis needs a tag i guess #travis murphy

[dantaliones]

solo insisting on wearing a nice fancy suit in a completely inappropriate location? more likely than you’d think.

thank you to @commander-kiranerys and @rose-of-pollux for the prompts :)

#art #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #the man from uncle #napollya #tmfu tv #the man from uncle tv #muncle #horrible bastard creatures #i love making solo pout

[eldritchamy]

me, drinking coffee for once: this is it, this is going to fix me. today I will have just enough of a functional brain to be productive and get important things done

the horrible little creature that lives in my brain and decides what I hyperfixate on and when I go into an infodumping trance on an arbitrary topic and also makes me wildly over- or under-use punctuation:

#man fuck ADHD #can somebody diagnose me with 'holy shit how are you ALIVE without adderall' #for the record the horrible little creature that lives in my brain just stuck me in a 90 minute rant #about how 'Monstrosity' is a HORRIBLE creature type in dnd #it's so ABSURDLY wide ranging #there are 'Monstrosities' that should be BEASTS like the obvious Owlbear or Peryton or some specific cats and wolves #but there are also things like. horrible centipede monsters and Purple Wurms and disfigured Kraken monsters #AND ALSO CENTAURS AND MINOTAURS WHICH ARE EXPLICITLY PLAYABLE RACES???? #as well as a NUMBER of creatures that could EASILY fall into the humanoid category #things that WEAR CLOTHING and use CRAFTED AND MAGICAL WEAPONS and have CULTURE and SPEAK MULTIPLE LANGUAGES #is a YETI less humanoid than a Bugbear or a Grung??? #what about Draconian mages which are literally just dragonborn? #what about all the YUAN TI and THRI-KEEN which are literally viable PC races #what about Yakfolk priests and Merrow swordsmen and Driders which are no less humanoid than a Centaur #WHY ARE THEY LUMPED INTO THE SAME CATEGORY AS SPACE HAMSTERS AND WEIRD PARASITES AND GRIFFONS #THERE'S NO JUSTIFICATION FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS BEING A SINGLE CREATURE TYPE IT'S JUST PURE FANTASY RACISM #and also extremely lazy worldbuilding #why the fuck are PLAYABLE RACES lumped in with displacer beasts and mimics? #because you suck at categorizing your creature types that's why #in a fantasy world that has fantasy creatures there's no reason for an owlbear or a peryton or a griffon to not be considered animals #you know the Polymorph spell specifies beasts of your challenge rating (player level) or lower? #did you know the highest CR in the Beast type is 8? #T Rex Sperm Whale and Huge Giant Crab are all CR 8 beasts #so Polymorph can't scale past level 8. even though player levels go to 20. #meanwhile TRUE Polymorph and SHAPECHANGE just say any creature. Shapechange specifies not constructs or undead #and you know what. Wild Shape specifies BEASTS. with a MAXIMUM CHALLENGE RATING OF ONE. #unless you're a moon druid and then it's your level divided by 3 #except they're removing that in 'One DND' (shut up it's just 6e) #anyway DND has some CRAZY fucked up stuff in it and Monstrosity is just 'Miscellaneous' but with more racism in it #also I have not been productive today at all thanks coffee

[soldier-poet-king]

Okay so a strange and stubborn endurance is maybe not the best book I've ever read peak high literature or whatever, but I'm only 1/3 of the way through and I've cried multiple times and been beset with that distinctive grief of a book really getting /me/. The title intrigued me and oh oh is it very much the heart of the book. A broken creature of odd endurance despite it all.

And I think it's because it manages to combine a serious emotional plot of assault/mental illness/homophobia/recovery with a fantasy intrigue setting. Most books do one or the other. You've got teen contemporary YA dealing with heavy issues but with teens in highschool, but I am 27 and tired of teen protags, or you've got intricately plotted fantasy masterpieces. This is neither. But it puts that recovery front and center within a larger fantasy setting and I cannot stress how much I need and crave that and how hard it is to find done even semi-decently.

Velasin makes me want to throw up from crying. His fears and shames, his desperation, and love, and nonexistent self esteem. His humour. His loyalty to his only friend. His Whole Deal with his father. Every chapter just brings a new. Huh. Recognition of the self through the other. Gut punch.

Idek what I'm saying. It's not the most insanely perfect book in the world. But it's doing something For Me that objectively better books don't. Idk. Idk. All I know is that I'm sick with weeping from it.

Like absolutely mind the author's note warning at the beginning, because it can be heavy, but it's never graphic or gratuitous. And it IS focused on recovery, just again, against a fantasy plot.

I really dk I'm rambling now but it's just. Oh. Oh. Maybe I needed this. Everything lately has felt either too lighthearted to be genuine or too desperately dark for me to handle. And I can only reread the cemeteries of amalo so many times. I eventually need other things that are both hopeful and dark, gutwrenching and reflective of the self, without grimdark. (Not that this is on the same level but who can compare to thara celehar To Me)

#franposting #i am not eloquent this is so badly explained and im so emotional #but yeah. everytime vel is breaking down. all the horrible guilt he carries.its like. well maybe so. #and the fact that the tithenai just accept him and love him #like YES obvs the author isnt going for subtle #but maybe sometimes i just need to see a sad broken man be loved and cared for by strangers #and have his homophobic fathers exile be the instrument of his grace and love and new life #and markel! i love a loyal best friend right hand man character. that stays platonic! #anyway vel is like. i need to kms and im afraid all the time and im useless #abd its likeyeah me too my dude. me too #his literally only driving factor is duty #he calls himself a dutiful creature made of falsehood in the FIRST chapter #and im like. OKAY THEN. #shout out to fantssy book tournament account for having this in their latest polls #its how i heard of it #anyway. im unwell but yknow. trying. got too sad to finish arcane bc viktor #havent watched snk in Months bc im avoiding erwins death #STILL dragging out the finale of cr2. i have 5 hrs left. ikithon just showed up. i cant handle it being over #im. hm. a mess.

[miodiodavinci]

(head in hands) man.

#i’m laying in bed trying to sleep but suddenly got the urge to look for that old render of crevan using warp.exe #but to find it i had to dig through my entire crevan tag and just #really hit me just How much i don’t like crevan sgkfgdsjfk #like not in a ‘aw man this voicebank could be so much better :(‘ kind of way #but in a ‘i am physically no longer the same person i was when i made her’ kind of way #in a ‘i don’t know if i ever really liked her or if she was just one big running bit i had because i was so scared of being cringe’ #kind of way #because let’s be real #there are very few moments in that tag where i’m not purposefully distancing myself from the things i liked #and being unnecessarily mean and snarky instead so i’d somehow ‘be better’ for not ‘giving in’ #whether to the temptation to be honest and genuine or the temptation to do the sorts of silly things i actually wanted to do #maybe a huge portion of it is also that i hadn’t figured out i was gay or trans yet #and felt the need to curate this horrible she/her creature to try to rectify the gender dysphoria i was feeling #but yeah #doesn’t feel great honestly #i love being open and kind and honest with what i love #and i don’t think i can ever really relate to crevan’s old ‘purposefully mean and cruel and antagonistic’ schtick #now that i’ve gone about that change #anyway sghlfsfjdg

[winepresswrath]

Harrow and Gideon are peak enforced intimacy even before the arranged cavaliership of convenience. They know each other so well it's sick. They need to be seen by each other to exist. In her fantasies of escaping the Ninth Gideon is like "and then I acquitted myself honourably in battle and everyone clapped and carried me on their shoulders and Harrow knew. Harrow perceived that I was good and worthy and made valuable contributions. That'll show her" and then Gideon got it she's God's most special soldier and the saddest girl in the world because what is it even for if Harrow isn't watching?

#sobbing crying throwing up about how Gideon is the only child who survived Harrow's conception #and she loves her! she knows her #they've built their lives around each other (horribly but man the way harrow can and cannot predict Gideon because she knows her so well #but the knowledge is filtered through harrow's self loathing) #and now Gideon and God are conspiring to say she has to eat Gideon too #she said no! oh harrow. #tbh their relationship drives me insane on every possible level #Gideon: I hate her she's the worst most evilest creature #I will accidentally alleviate the sixth's suspicions about our relationship with my willingness to throw my body at a locked door #until I break or it breaks and I can get to her #TLT