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tenderlywicked · 2 months

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I got so impatient that I started filling my own prompt. Wild Blue Yonder AU: the Doctor and the Master get stuck with the Not-Things :)

It’s not like the Master has something against eldritch beings per se. Arms that are too long or a dropping jaw—it’s not as disturbing for him as it clearly is for the Doctor. He’s been an eldritch horror himself, not just once, so he can sympathize. Moreover, appreciate the ability to adapt and survive at any cost. It’s a matter for envy rather than scorn or dread. He’s not even that shocked to see his own face on someone else: after all, there had been six billions of him once.

But it’s plain ridiculous that one of these not-things is able to imitate his speech patterns almost perfectly, and yet gets it wrong how many hearts and knees he has. It’s a sign of hackwork, and he despises that. On the other hand, in the current circumstances such incompetence is in his favor. It means the creatures aren’t unbeatable, they tend to miss the most obvious things.

He’d be more content and optimistic about it, though, if the Doctor hadn’t been clumsy enough to get separated from him, ending up on some other level of technical corridors. It’s nothing but irritating because without the Doctor there’s no way out: the TARDIS will come back for him. He isn’t to blame for the spaceship’s baffling reconfigurations of course, but still, he should have been more careful.

To the Doctor’s credit, he’s now probably rushing about, trying to find his missing companion, despite the row they’d had before the TARDIS had run off on them both. (The Master is still of opinion that this time the Doctor’s indignation had been apropos of nothing. Yes, he’d summoned the Toymaker into the universe, so what? He’d played his final game and won, he’s alive thanks to that, and the blasted universe is fine too, more or less, despite a few tiny time paradoxes all of this had caused. Should he have just died from a stab in the back instead? No, thank you very much.) Anyway, no matter their disagreements, the Doctor will be looking for him, desperately, the Master is sure of that. Instead of doing the same, he unhurriedly goes searching for something else.

They’d discovered the bridge and the control rooms, but surely, there must be living quarters somewhere on the spaceship. It’s not as big as the Mondasian one, so it doesn’t take the Master much time to locate them, along with what he’d been hoping to find—another set of surveillance equipment. He turns it on, and there it is, the second dot on the screen, the Doctor still braving the labyrinthine corridors on his own.

The Master fumbles with settings and finally finds the right camera in the hall the Doctor is about to pass…right in time to see him stumble across the false Master. And is it really that surprising what happens next? There’s no sound, but the Doctor’s face is quite expressive—it’s easy to see when wariness turns into wavering. Then, sequentially, come incredulity, hurt…and hope?

“Oh for fuck’s sake, still falling for sweet talk,” the Master mutters aloud as the Doctor takes a timorous step towards not-him, only for what he must expect to be a reunion hug to turn into a chokehold.

The creatures won’t kill him, they know he might regenerate, the Master tells himself, switching between the cameras as he follows the Doctor being dragged back to the bridge. They are more likely to keep him for further research.

What had his doppelgänger told the Doctor to earn his trust so quickly? Theta, I missed you so much? The Master tries to persuade himself it’s just curiosity, but also, deep inside, he knows there’s a bitter feeling too, akin to jealously: he never seems to say the right words that would convert the Doctor to his side so easily. One of his silly regenerations had wanted to stand with the Doctor, but would the Doctor ever stand with him?

Maybe he’s not entirely fair, maybe that’s just his old resentment speaking. In his place, the Doctor would undoubtedly rush to rescue at once. In his own place, the Master chooses to see what happens next. He just has to find out how to turn on the sound.

That's the first part, more horrors are to come ;)

#doctor who #the doctor #the master #fourteenth doctor #simm!master #saxteen #thoschei #doctor/master #doctor who 60th anniversary #wild blue yonder #the doctor and the master #doctor who fanfiction

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sinfullyrosey · 2 years

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Eldritch Horror!Reader HC

'Cause I have no self control.

Warnings: Feral Reader, Body Horror, References to Reader acting Animalistic, Teratophilia (Relatively SFW)

EH!Reader was originally quite and unassuming, but slowly got more and more feral as time went along. Hey, if the humans are allowed to go apeshit and overblot, then why can’t they do the same???

Gonna keep their true form as vague as possible as to allow more creative freedom. Bu~ut EH!Reader is able to shapeshift by essentially splitting their flesh open and having their insides become their outsides (think sort of like how the demogorgon’s head works). They’re true form is not fleshy nor does it resemble a humans. They’re much bigger and are barely humanoid.

They can also unhinge their jaw and swallow things whole, have sharp teeth and claws, has inhuman strength, speed and endurance, and can typically brush off major attacked. Their organs also can shift, so damage to them doesn’t appose much of a risk since they can just self-heal in a way.

Most of the beastmen, fae, and merfolk students could sense something was off about them, but were never quite able to put their finger on it. Leona and Ruggie just shrugged it off, more so on Leona’s end. Jack didn’t want to come off as invasive and just chalked it up to them not originating from TWST. The Tweels were curious, especially Floyd, and could subtly pick up their bad aura. Azul would never admit it, but he felt threatened by them upon first meeting and reconsidered making a deal in fear of unforeseen repercussions. Malleus and Lilia knew right off the bat something wasn’t right, but like Jack, chalked it up to them not being from this world. And Sebek, poor baby’s senses couldn’t fully pick up on them not being human due to only being half fae, and kicks himself for not being better at protecting Malleus from possible threats.

As mentioned above, as time goes along and EH!Reader becomes more comfortable around the others, they become more feral and affectionate. Hugging, cuddling, rubbing up against, and creating this deep, low rumble sound akin to a purr (it’s not, but Ace is convinced it is). They can be pretty aggressive with their affection sometimes, pushing down someone and getting on top of them like a demandful cat. *Side eyes Leona*

But EH!Reader’s favorite form of affection is the most terrifying because they just straight up unhinge their jaw and gently naws on the head of their target friend. It’s like a weird form of kiss. They especially love doing this with ADeuce and the other 1st years. Most don’t like it because EH!Reader is like a fucking beartrap and could easily bite their heads off why would anyone like this??? Vil especially hates it because it has ruined his hair and makeup, so now he’s constantly on guard incase the prefect decides to surprise attack him like the menace they are.

Speaking of which, Vil isn’t too fond of EH!Reader, but they sure do like him. Kind of. Pre-overblot, they hated him due to making Epel cry. During overblot, EH!Reader revealed their true form for the first time so they could punch Vil. And post-overblot, they now like him. He smells nice and gives them poisoned apples as treats.

Yes, the eldritch creature can eat poisoned apples. The poison gives it its zest and they like the crunch.

Ace: Hey guys, check this out.

Everyone: ?

Ace, holding an apple in his palm: Y/N, look, treat!

EH!Reader: !!! *Opens maw and tongue immediately shoots out and grabs the apple, then swallows it whole*

Everyone, horrified: wth

Speaking of nawing on things, they want to nom on Azul’s tentacles like a chew toy after seeing his overblot form. Azul’s previous discomfort has now been upgraded to legit fear. He actively avoids the abomination for his own safety.

EH!Reader loves to playwrestle with Floyd since the eel doesn’t hold back and can, surprisingly, hold his own against them. If Jade joins, even better. If Floyd is in his merform, great, at least Floyd lets them nom on his tail. If both twins are in their merform and roughhousing with them, they are one happy little eldritch beast.

Also, nearly lost it the first time they saw Jamil breakdance ‘cause like, it has the same energy as roughhousing, but without the violence, and that’s just so cool? They can’t dance like he can, but will move their body just as aggressively if not more so. Jamil just takes it as a challenge and goes hard.

Screaming matches with the Heartslabyul flamingos. One called them a bitch and they weren’t gonna take that lying down.

EH!Reader is banned from participating in the Bean Fest ‘cause it doesn’t take a genius to realize how much of a bad idea that is. Do not let the literal eldritch creature hunt other students for sport. Just don’t.

Speaking of hunting. Rook. EH!Reader does not like him. He’s invasive, stalks people, and purposefully provokes non-human students for his own personal gain. Does not like being viewed as prey by some annoying mortal and hurled this blond, French bitch across the training field after getting too close to their gaping maw while they were yawning.

To answer the pressing question: Could EH!Reader take on Lilia or even Malleus? The answer: Yes, but only if magic wasn’t involved. Just because they’re an interdimensional eldritch abomination with the strength of a demigod, doesn’t mean they can combat literal magic. Like, the whole reason Malleus is so powerful is due to his magic abilities, so he could easily use some spell to restrain and overpower them if need be.

Not like Malleus would do that anyway because holy Great Seven, they’re his bffl and the two go on night walks and EH!Reader is openly affectionate with this touch-starved dragon. Little creature even grabbed his horns and forcefully pulled him down so they could sniff at them before giving him their special form of “kiss.”

Surprisingly, is mostly well behaved for the professors, specifically Crewel. It took a while for the others to start noticing just how receptive they are towards Crewel’s weird form of appraisal/scolding. Apparently getting called a “Good pup!” and receiving headpats is a quick way to get them to behave.

Disclaimer: Don’t actually treat EH!Reader like an animal or pet. They will bite you. And not in the friendly way.

Fiercely protective of their friends and will not hesitate to maul someone or something that dares to harm them. They even nearly killed an assassin who attempted to kill Kalim when the two of them snuck away from Jamil to hang out. Jamil now occasionally lets EH!Reader watch over Kalim so he can have a break.

Everyone: The ghost bride won’t accept anyone as her groom and she keeps slapping us! What are we to do?!

EH!Reader: I can devour her if ya want.

Everyone: What.

EH!Reader: What.

Whenever they’re in a new environment or meet a new person, they sniff everything. And not just a simple sniff where you take two whiffs and move on, I mean they will go around smelling any and everything for a good while to really take it all in. Partially this is to become familiar with everything and to rule out any dangers, but it’s also because they like the smell of certain things. Like mentioned above, they like how Vil smells, but also enjoys Trey, Cater, ADeuce, Lilia, Sam, Kalim, Idia, Ruggie, and even Grim’s scent as well.

EH!Reader: *Smelling a bookcase*

Ace: Ohh, getting a good sniff in, eh Y/N?

Deuce: They’ve been smelling that bookcase for nearly 30 minutes...

Ace: Eh, they’re just taking it all in.

Think this little creature only smells things? Wrong. EH!Reader also scents things and people using these glands on their face (similar to how cats do). Once they’re comfortable with the person and trust them enough, they’ll rub their face against them in order to scent or “mark” them. Each person has a unique scent to them and EH!Reader does that as a form of identification. Nobody can smell it but them.

NPC Student: Ah, w-what are they doing?

Deuce: Oh, don’t worry, they’re just scenting you.

NPC Student: S-scenting???

Deuce: Yeah, it’s kind of a way for them to identify you, like a marker. Don’t worry, they do it to people they like.

If it were not for the laws of this land, EH!Reader would have slaughtered Crowley by now.

Actually, it’s probably best never to let them near anyone who’s wronged their friends... *Side eyes Riddle, Jamil, and Leona’s Families*

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #GN!Reader #fuck this got long #Once again I am not tagging every character because it's long and I'm lazy #maybe later idk

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saffron-gold-stardust · 2 years

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Lucid Dreams and Ceasless Nightmares….

Coming up with some forms/designs for Dream and Nightmare because fun >:3

Still pretty early on and workshopping these bit by bit, but I’m enjoying the ride. Sharing these now since I’m gonna have to rest my arm this week, my RSI flared up again pretty badly. Blegh! Anyway I’m gonna ramble about my ideas under the cut, maybe share a few concepts.

Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog

But these designs are mine, hee hoo

So yeah, going with “Lucid Dream” for our dude on the left. Lol. It started out as a pun, but the definition actually ended up working so nicely with my ideas; suffused with light, luminous, transluscent… plus the pun. Yep. Had to use it lol. I’ve been having fun painting some crystalline stuff related to these boys’ SOULs, may be considering making Lucid Dream’s outfit liquid-like, as if it was a high shine satin silk, or super-organza. Ok, if you’re wondering wtf any of that means, look up the Armani Privé Coture line from Fall 2021. The fabrics there are INSANEEEEE.

Anyway, hopefully it’s easy to tell from the visuals that this is more akin to a swap!Dream (tho i really dont know much about them aaa) than a corrupted/shattered variant. I’m a big fan of angel wings and all, I’ll slap em on most any chance I get, but honestly if Nightmare is a semi-eldritch horror, then why not Dream as well? Lol

Lucid is main-universe Dream, in that post-Underverse idea i have stewing in my noggin. He ends up in posession of a few extra golden apples through accidental timeline bullshittery. His hand is forced by Nightmare, and to protect his friends and re-balance the multiverse, he consumes them and assumes this form. His body takes it pretty hard, skull splitting completely on the left side from an old wound, and beginning to crack on the right. Everything weeps a liquid gold ooze. His cape-ribbons tear/transform into two smaller tendrils, while a larger set of four burst from his soul out the back and destroy the sun patch. Ouch.

In the midst of this brutal fight with Nightmare, he’s fighting to control the overwhelming nature of his new power, as it fights to take him over. While he generally remains—ha—lucid, he has moments where his control slips away, and a primal, ancient desire to fill the universe with light overtakes him. Somethin’ like that. Still kinda vague on the details. Less happy-crazy or full on stoic-coldness, and more like incomprehensible god energy lol. A little chaotic. Mainly tho, he remains Dream, just desperately trying to save his home and his friends and maybe his brother, if he can hang on long enough.

Here’s some expressions, notably the goopy eyes and phasing in and out of madness. :Db

Noot’s design isn’t a power-up, moreso a redesign for funsies. I wanted to give him something intimidating and regal, play around with how everything is made of goop, and off of Dream’s design elements too. It’s pretty messy atm, still trying to balance things. Here’s a few sketches of that :>

Hey if u got to the bottom I love you, have a slice of cake. It’s apple cake lol

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dekarios · 3 months

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i just gotta say i've been greatly enjoying your rogue trader liveblogging! i love scrolling back through it on my dash when i wake up. your enjoyment of it is so infectious, its really making me want to pick it up too! i know next to nothing about warhammer and i have an intense fear of machines and robots. AND YET. the temptation.... how are you finding it mechanics (heh) and story-wise so far, if you have the energy to answer ofc?

heheheh im glad u have been enjoying my posts <3 ive purposely not been including anything i view as spoilers and only focusing on characters that particularly interest me so hopefully it isnt too spoilerying...

i will say warhammer 40k does heavily focus on machines and robots, in universe technology is worshipped, machines have spirits/souls, there is a machine-god, and a whole group of people who worship technology, view flesh as imperfect and try to become closer to machines. there's also a lot of very visceral machine descriptions, written so beautiful and disturbingly. so if any of this sounds too much, don't get into it! the game is super machine heavy. there isn't.. exact robots, but humans that are augmented, sometimes to........ extremes.

i'll ramble undercut!!!!

controller friendly and honestly really good. i've only had a few frustration moments from controller limitations but otherwise it plays super comfortably and great!!!

the combat is akin to xcom, wasteland 3, fire emblem, final fantasy tactics... it's turn-based strategy! if you're into combat like that, this will REALLY scratch an itch. it's done beautifully

the games levelling system is complex and detailed, if you find great pleasure in making builds this is Great for it. if you're easily overwhelmed, thankfully there's a lot of guides out there for builds from people who are super into it. there is no auto level option unfortunately

i love how it handles skill checks! whoever is in your party counts to your skills, unlike bg3. so if you have pasqal in your party who has high tech-use, you can use his ability score in dialogue and exploring checks! there's also a lot of items that boost ability scores. so far i've never felt like i'm missing someone with an ability i need... it's great

the game is like, a horror game in disguise. you think it's techy sci-fi space exploring military game.. and then you get introduced to the warp, and the cosmic horrors hidden there, and you realise this universe is absolutely horrifying! in the prologue, i had a hyper empathy moment where i burst into tears from how terrible everything is.. and i loved every second of it. whenever the game gets weird and scary and horrible, i am in BLISS. if you love eldritch lovecraftian shit... this game has GOT YOU

there's 3 routes in the game, and you're allowed to toy with all 3 of them until you're eventually locked in (quite late in game, as far as i'm aware, as i'm in chapter 3 now and haven't been locked in, and have been playing a full split between two routes). there's dogmatic, which is being fully into the imperium and its laws and rules and the god-emperor. this is the "good guy" route, except you do terrible things in the name of the imperium all the time. then there's iconoclast, which is the actual good guy, saving the common folk, giving people second chances, selfless and high empathy, but these actions can be considered heretical, and you are not rewarded for being good. lastly there is heretical, which.. is so spicy i won't spoil it too much but you go directly againstly the imperium, you are directly on the line of going too far for some of your companions, and have absolutely zero respect for the imperium. i'm playing iconoclast/heretical combo and i'm LOVING IT.

i'll stop there but in general i.. fucking love this game. it consumes my every thought. it forces me to challenge my own ideals and understand of good and evil. it has the most fascinating lore and factions and characters. i am absolutely so beyond in love with it and i wish this game could have been up for game of the year because oh my god? oh my god. basically play it if you can handle the machine stuff my friend because i cannot recommend it enough.

however a slight warning, the game has a lot of racism in it. a lot. and if you're sensitive to that, don't play. it will only upset you.

#ask #rinedin #fray.txt

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hell-drabbles · 3 months

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Eldritch au is fun

I wonder how it will work in Whb

But I have a vivd idea of having a cambion reader(partially human partially demon)

It's been a idea I've been playing around with

-Dante Anon

Sounds like you're having fun, huh? Hmm, don't really want the Reader to have anything having to do with being a demon, that's a different kind of vibe that I'm not in the mood for. I'm all about that cosmic horror, unknowable, beyond the scope of understanding type of thing. The trouble I'm having at the moment is understanding what kind of atmosphere I want to go for, and if I want Solomon to stay the same or have him be something different in regards to his relationship with the Reader. Do I want to keep him related? Do I want them to have any ties to each other at all?

Hmm, my brain is going for a change in relationship where Reader isn't related to him in a blood sense, but in the sense that they have consumed him into their being, in a rather consensual and intimate kind of thing. So the relationship wouldn't be Grandad and Grandchild, it be something akin to... well it's intimate that's what I'll say. Time is funky inside your very being, so Solomon doesn't have to worry about death working its fingers into his soul, but that also means that he can't exit anymore but that's okay. He wanted for this.

And that would probably lead to some interesting reactions from the demons around... and possibly gain the ire of so many of them as well. Fun stuff, fun stuff. Not a devil, but Solomon very much gave his soul to you and you only. Who wouldn't be jealous of you?

That being said, I think I'll be changing the tag from eldritch descendant au to eldritch inheritor au.

#admin #dante.anon #eldritch inheritor au

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xxx-rozes-xxx · 2 years

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Trenderman Headcannon and Lore

I feel as if Trender never got the traction he deserved like the rest of the slenders, always being considered 'memeish' most if not all of the time so I shall stand here and do this man justice by giving him my own serious and creepy headcanons.

The Trenderman;

The idea of The Trenderman has so much potential behind it but was always brushed off

Always the 'brother' who came last. Not even Slenderman's brother but his cousin.

But if you had to ask me He wants it that way.

He wants everyone to turn a blind eye to him and brush him off as a joke, Hell, even his brothers see him as a joke

Yet no one questioned where he stayed and what he did, figuring all he did was upload on fashion blogs and ignore the horrible style chooses of certain humans

And yes he did do that, but that wasn't the whole story.

Like his brothers, He stayed somewhere abandoned but akin to who he is, in my eyes, a dead mall. One that didn't have overgrown greenery or flooded floors but one that was simply a ghost town with some interior falling in on itself.

The perfect place that once was in has come to die, and I think that suits him quite well.

All of the Slender brothers have a so-called "target market". The type of people they attract and influence.

Splendor's is children with wild imaginations, a troubled home or a sense of wonder, or even adults who still have that child like wonder to them.

Slender's is the troubled teen, the outcasts, those who have a hate towards society and the ones around them, the ones who will bend so easily to commands when given the right of passage.

Offender's is the fear of all women reaching their maturity. The idea of the male gaze incarcerated into a being of eldritch horror, the dark allure of being a woman in a society that would not allow you to say no, and in saying no, will lead to an unfortunate and untimely death at the hands of the man who cannot be rejected.

Then... there's Trender. A creature who lurks and has no mind paid to it, yet we don't know who he influences. You only ever know when it's already too late.

I'd like to imagine him as one of the more cruel-ish brothers with the silence of The Slenderman yet the viper-like words of Offenderman. No crude behaviour yet immorally mean. Who he influences, however, would he exact opposites of Slenders Proxies.

The ones who try to fit in, the 'wanna-be trend setters', the insecure, the people who try so hard to look better, people no matter what sex or gender who try so hard to be a standard that it kills them, quite literally. An epidemic of attempting to be perfection in the public eye yet dying before ever reaching that goal.

Those with their own confidence, aware of their own self-worth wouldn't be affected by him. But those who fall prey to the idea of what could be would sure to fail.

A slender sickness on its own, the feeling of wanting to fit in. Not even excel in what they do or wear but just to get validation from the subtly loud voice in their head. I̷t̷ ̵W̷a̴s̷ ̴H̷i̶m̷.̵

It's well known that Trender is the most tech-savvy of the bunch, so who is to say he is not the one pulling the strings. The ideas woven into the code of the interweb are secretly being trained by him.

After all, is he not based off of a mannequin? The ideal being yet has no face, no voice, and no personality. Its only job is to advertise perfection, ideal clothing, and style. Frozen in time, not affected by age, only by the trends of the world.

"It's truly sad seeing some humans throw their potential away, isn't it? Watching them live such uncivil lives, not even close to the times. And what better time is there to live in than the present! Oh, they'll see just how well they could fit in and if they refuse... they're forgotten like the rest."

His sickness never caused by his direct interference but yours. Starving yourself, changing yourself, not resting nor recuperating because Perfection doesn't wait. Trends never stay the same, its quite difficult to catch up if your left behind.

And what would be left behind of you, you ask. Well, to put it simply you would be "perfection" for a few hours, those hours being the last few moments before death.

See even if you survive the onslaught of urges to destroy yourself as a person what would be left of you would be nothing but an empty husk. Your skin turned to plastic and your head empty as you'd stare into the mirror with a blank expression. No longer eating, no longer feeling, no longer breathing. Perfection, as he would call it, frozen in time. Like a mannequin. Like him.

Trender is the least violent brother but that doesn't dismiss his danger. We should all be grateful that fashion and style are one of the only things he seems to care about influencing because a power strong enough to manipulate others into changing themselves for the ideal world, could kill millions if politics is what he is obsessed over.

But that doesn't matter, just stay away from the media and be confident in yourself; it's not like those mannequin people come to life just to kill those who don't follow the trends, right?

...

Right?

Jeez, that was a lot of writing. I apologize for it. This was just my interpretations of what his character would be like as an actual scary Creepypasta but I still have a lot more head cannons to his character and how he lives, the mall and his journals, and those creepy mannequin people but I'll save that for a later post if you guys like this idea, also don't be shy to share your ideas with me ;-}

#trenderman #slenderman #offenderman #splendorman #creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta x reader

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vewyscawy · 1 year

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Fiddle My Sticks

Pairing: Fiddlesticks x f!reader

Wordcount: 2862

Tags: Biting, marking, a bit of cumflation, tentacle dicks(!)

Summary: Rumours start circulating that you wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with a Champion, and you catch the eye of a specific champ you never thought would have any interest in you whatsoever.

After Shaco and Nocturne there is very little that could still scare you, but Fiddlesticks sure can.

(don’t remember where I got the picture from, but I will add the creator as soon as I found it again)

It had started circulating. The rumours that you wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with a Champion. You realized that while you thought no one was around, you were still in a very public place both times you had sex with one of them, so it was easy to realize how said rumours came to be. Some Champions had started looking at you slightly different, as if they hadn't realized something about you before now. Honestly you didn't care. You were past the point of making yourself believe that you didn't want to have good, sweaty sex with most of them, and this would make it easier to see if they were interested in that idea as well.

Surprise, confusion, intrigue... lust?

There was a lot you felt all at once when you realized that a specific Champion you didn't think would have any interest at all seemed to suddenly show intrigue in you. Oh, this was weird. Both the situation, but more your sudden curiosity that you couldn't seem to shake. You found yourself fantasizing and wondering about the 'how even'. Eyes lingering on the creature more often than not, you realized you'd become slightly obsessed with the thought of being fucked by Fiddlesticks.

FIDDLESTICKS!

Well, it was clear as day now; you were a monsterfucker, and somehow completely okay with the thought as well. You wanted to see how the ancient scarecrow monster would possibly go about fucking you, and you were absolutely not turned off or scared by the idea as well.

Nocturne had made you realize that being scared could be a very arousing situation, so the slight hint of fear you'd always feel when Fiddle was close by was suddenly no longer a reason to stay away.

Fiddlesticks was a strange creature. The ancient horror very much seemed to play favourites, and those it deemed 'fun', or 'cute' or whatever it was it classified his favourites in, were then "blessed" with its constant presence looming nearby. You realized his new favourite was you. Despite being a creature of horror and fear, to Summoners the scarecrow was strangely docile. It was as if it had nothing to gain with scaring Summoners, so it didn't even attempt to (unlike Nocturne, who seemed to do his very best to scare the shit out of them, even though he couldn't actually hurt a Summoner). You being Fiddlesticks' favourite had turned the being from a deceptively docile scarecrow into something more akin to a puppy. Or in his case more like a loyal guard dog, scaring away others with its presence, and making it almost the only one that was around you for the last couple of days.

An ancient eldritch horror, that spoke in short sentences it stole from others, acting like an overexcited puppy at your attention sometimes because you were its favourite, and seemed strangely obsessed with your body after the rumours? Somehow very sexy.

Absentmindedly putting your hand on its large, metal teeth filled maw you didn't realize it came closer and closer out of the corner it had loomed out of before.

"Small, small, tiny-" it rasped, voice fluctuating between rough and high, and low and wheezing. "Such a small little mortal. So soft, so delicious."

Ah, there it was.

It seemed it was in one of its moods again, where it suddenly seemed to realize its interest in you and needed to tell you about how small and fragile you were next to it. Because you both realized how much you liked that fact, and every time it told you that it seemed it would get closer, and the air would be tenser around you both, and every time it would lean back after opening its large drooling maw, seemingly wanting to bite into you, only to give you a pat on the head with one of its ghostly hands and retreat back into standing ominously in its corner with a different stolen voiced chuckle when saw your disappointed face.

You felt the shiver through you when its feral sounding voice mentioned your smallness once again, its claws moving around you, but never touching, sometimes twitching in anticipation. This time you wish it wouldn't pull away. You wanted it to finish what it started with this. Drool hit your shoulder, as its large black tongue slowly lolled out of its mouth. Shit, that was hot, even though it shouldn't be.

Even if this large bastard didn't have a dick to fuck you with at least you knew it had a loooooong tongue to please you with.

You grinned up at it, grabbing the cage that made up its torso, and pulled it in. Its erratic movement made you flinch back a little, but your fearlessness and lust took over as you slowly brought your face close to its and planted a kiss against the jagged metal teeth. Before you could pull away its tongue had licked a long, wet stripe over your neck and lips, making you giggle a bit and push at its face.

A high pitched giggle came from the creature, as you were suddenly pushed against the wall.

"Squishy, delicious mortal. Mine now. Gonna DEVOUR you WHOLE."

A shiver went down your spine at its last words, fear gripping you. Ah, this was a sexy but very dangerous game you were playing. Once again you knew it couldn't technically hurt you, but what you knew and what your instincts were telling you were two different things, and your instincts were telling you to run.

Crow like shapes seemed to appear from black that was seeping down from its body, not yet escaping, but twitching beneath the surface. You realized that Fiddlesticks, the ancient fear, was tense. Holding itself back from whatever it was it wanted to do to you.

"Let's get somewhere comfortable," you said, feeling weird about saying something like that to the scarecrow, but last times were in public and you wanted to be somewhere more private if anything were to happen.

You hoped it would, somehow. With a shy hand you lead the creature to your room, seeing how it hobbled behind you, chirping and making strange unearthly sounds as it let you lead. It's tongue came out, black and dripping, curling around your arm, making you shiver despite the fact you shouldn't be okay with that, or god forbid- turned on by it. Cooing in a strange voice came from it, metal arms coming up to cradle your waist as you took the steps towards your room. A deep sigh of relief escaped you as you stepped over the threshold of your private room, but before you could get your bearings the scarecrow had you up against the door that slammed shut with your weight.

"Youuuuuuu..." its strange voice hissed, as its clawed metal arms dug into the door beside your head, making the wood groan and splinter. "Mine."

Well, for now for sure. Not sure about the future...

"Make me," was your cheeky reply, grinning up at the creature, trying to ignore the wood splintering and groaning next to your ears. It was threatening for sure, but you found its feral, barely held together behaviour over having you absolutely arousing. A stolen giggle, the door actually broke next to your head, and you flinched. Fiddlesticks giant maw opened wide, drool dripping down its teeth, hitting you as its tongue lolled out. It moved forward, closing its maw around your shoulder, and you saw your life flash before your eyes in all its dramatic glory.

Well, that was it. You survived Shaco and Nocturne, but Fiddlesticks was still a bridge too far. Blaming your stupid horny body, it took you a second to realize you had yet to feel any pain. The only thing you felt was a slightly tight grip as its tongue ran across your neck in a gentle, but insistent motion, mapping out your skin for it to remember. Opening your eyes that you had squinted shut a second before your eyes made contact with multiple blinking red eyes opening and closing in an inky blackness that had now seeped outwards from his body.

You felt something crawl up your legs, but you couldn't look down, pinned by Fiddle's very VERY sharp teeth.

"Soft, sweet, gentle," it rasped, as it slightly added some pressure to its bite. It wasn't enough to take a chunk out of your shoulder, but by now it was enough to draw blood, marking you for everyone to see. Thankfully it was just pinpricks in the shape of his maw, and not anything much deeper. You groaned, trying to stay calm, but a slight, soft touch at your abdomen made sure you stayed still for it to mark you. Your eyes now caught a glimpse of black, slowly moving over your abdomen and lower to your pussy where you needed its touch most. It felt like strange tendrils, presumably made from the black material that seemed to be seeping out from its iron skeleton. Its real self you supposed, as you realized the tendrils moved lower as its maw was still around your entire shoulder, coming up to your breast. You had a nice bite mark that was uncoverable due to its size, but Fiddle didn't want to let go just yet, so you didn't push it. The movement on your lower belly moved lower, inching itself into your pants, and you gasped. A rumbling sound came from Fiddlesticks, and you realized with a gasp that it sounded like he was purring.

It was biting you, feeling you up from top to bottom and purring. Your mind was already on the clouds, up, up high where nothing could touch you, and you decided you hug its large head to yourself. The teeth dug in a little deeper, but the purring and the movement on your body grew more insistent, and you were happy with the outcome. It seemed Fiddlesticks wanted your touch about as much as you wanted it to touch you as well.

"F-fiddle," you gasped, as the tendrils found their way into your panties, moving teasingly over your outer lips, slowly getting closer and closer to their goal. You groaned as Fiddle made an appreciative sounding groan, pushing even closer to you as you accepted its touch. Your fingers mapped through its fabric covering, pulling and tearing at it, trying to get it to get closer and closer. You wanted it inside you, though you were unsure if it was able to.

You needed it, that was clear.

"Not gonna hurt youuuuu-" he gasped out in a strange raspy voice, as you felt your pants being pulled down your legs, the tendrils wasting no time exploring the outside lips of your cunt. Shit, that felt good. You rubbed yourself against the tendrils that you still couldn't really see, but they were coming from Fiddlesticks so you were sure they only promised pleasure for today.

And pleasure they delivered as they inched their way inside of you, both of you groaning at the insertion. You realized at its reaction the tendrils were a lot more sensitive than just its arms, and maybe, possibly, they were the equivalent to its dick. Or something like that, considering you definitely felt multiple tendrils both entering you and rubbing against you at the same time.

"Yes, harder," you mewled, bucking against him. "Take me, make me yours..."

"Mine," it repeated as if it was a mantra, as it pulled your lower body away from the door, and closer to the tendrils that pushed inside you further and further. You moaned at the intrusion, and let yourself be manhandled. Its tendrils, dick or whatever it was, felt so good. You wanted more.

"Harder, Fiddle, put it all in."

It purred, but after you said that it growled, as if unhappy with the challenge you presented.

"Greeeeeedy. Take what I give." it said, seemingly irritated, growling against your neck, since its maw was still attached there as if it was a lifeline. Its long tongue was unceasing in its mapping of your skin, inching its way under your outfit, until the scarecrow became impatient.

"Off." was all it said as it finally released you, all of it moving away from you, leaving you empty. "All... off, now. Show all. Soft. Mine. Take."

You quickly stripped of all you wore, standing before the eldritch horror with nothing to protect you from its hungry gaze. And its gaze was ravenous, devouring you whole. A promise for what it was gonna do to you hung in the air, making you shiver and rub your legs together.

"Soooooft. Squishy. Delicious...." it babbled with a raspy voice, as it was once again upon you, pushing you against the wall now, that was much less likely to break under its metal claws that once again found their way next to your head. Shadowy arms emerged from its shadowy body, red eyes opening and closing as Fiddle seemed to lose control over its form, too eager to touch and be inside. The tendrils found your core once again, pushing in harder this time, and now you could actually see them in all their glory.

You were right when you thought there were multiple. After Shaco and Noct you should have been used to strange looking cocks, but Fiddle's was once again in a different league.

Not one, but multiple shadowy writhing tentacles came from its crotch area, seeking your warmth and trying to enter you all at once, black ooze dripping from them and smearing on your skin.

"Ahh, shiiiiit," you moaned at the sight, and Fiddlesticks made a strange growling chittering sound as he finally pushed in all the way, enjoying your tight, wet heat. "Yess, that's it..." He started an uneven rhythm, sporadically pulling and pushing, twitching and throbbing inside of you. There was no way you could keep up with its pace, it was random and harsh, leaving you to the mercy of the beast taking you.

Your ears were hit with "soft", "warm" and "wet" as it kept you on the edge of cumming. "Devour you whole." made you moan, grabbing its large head and planting kissed on it from top to bottem as multiple tendrils took you roughly.

You were glad it wasn't taking you against the door anymore, because you were sure it wouldn't have survived the onslaught. It was damaged already, and with the way you were pushed and slammed into the wall in an uneven pattern the door would have given way, throwing you out onto the hallway and any unsuspecting bystander. Though with the loud sounds the both of you were producing any bystander that was wandering the hallway near your room would not be so innocent anymore.

You hissed and drooled, trying to keep up with the Ancient Fear, but the pace was just too haphazard, like the movements of the rest of its limbs. Suddenly you were brought over the edge as Fiddlesticks licked a long stripe from your clit to your chin, tongue long enough for him to not have to bend down to taste all of you.

"Tasty mortal," it said, and shuddered at your loud orgasm, "Very good." A growl and a hiss, and you were turned around, its tendrils never leaving you. It continued its pace, now pushing your front into the wall, you trying your best not to hit your face against the hard surface. "Think you can take all, little one, think you can take all?" it rasped in your ear, that was instantly assaulted by its long tongue after it was done asking you the question, and you could only moan in response, already so very close to your second orgasm.

"Then TAKE IT." it rasped, voice aggressive and growling as you were practically squashed against the wall, and you felt the tentacles inside you swell and throb, rubbing against each other and your walls, before it came with a howl, maw open wide and shadows bleeding from every orifice, creating a horrifying image if you were able to see it from your position. Eyes were all over its black writhing body. Red, intense, and rolling back all at once as it pumped you full of its cum.

"Yessssssssss," came its hiss, taking minutes before it seemed to be entirely spend. Black, thick cum rolled all over your legs, and it was so warm. You shivered and shuddered as you felt yourself heat up. Your stomach felt bloated, its load was excessive.

A shadowy hand ran over your stomach, rubbing over it as you groaned at the feeling in your core.

It pulled out, grabbing and lifting you, and throwing you on the bed without any exertion. Cum gushed out of you as you hit the bed, and bounced once before Fiddlesticks was on you, multiple arms holding your limbs as its metal face seemed as pleased as could be.

"Good girl," it rasped, long tongue licking its chops before it instantly dove down to your hole that was still gushing its spunk. With languid stripes it licked you clean, taking its time to make you come again and again until you begged for relief.

"Think you can take another one?"

Well, you were getting used to rounds that lasted all night...

#fiddlesticks x reader #x reader #fiddlesticks #league of legends #league of legends x reader #x oc #fiddlesticks x oc #summoner x champion #smut #nsft #my work

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breezyzephyr · 1 year

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I'm surprised that you don't give the gijinkas some ears, tails or horns unlike the other artists

it's kind of a personal challenge! i feel like it's more fun for me personally to translate those into clothes/accessories/hair/etc versus leaving them on the design.

that being said, i do love drawing monster stuff so i found a way to sneak it into my designs!! when my pkg are using a lot of power, those monster-y features will come out. i'm putting this under a read more because i'm hijacking the original intent of the ask to talk about some stuff in my pkg universe because!!! i've been meaning to and idk where else to put it!!!!

when battling, pkg will use moves that appear as energy? kind of similar to anipoke,all that glowy stuff that surrounds the pkmn or their body part or the things they throw or whatever. for the moves that very specifically have anatomy like "tail" or "wing" in their names, the "energy" will manifest as looking like that body part on the pkg.

pkmn that fly will have their wings manifest in that "energy" as well to let the pkg fly around outside of battle as well.

when exerting a large amount of energy, such as using a Z-move, Mega Evolving, Gigantamaxing, or Terrastalizing, the pkg's body will become physically altered and show those monster-y traits without that "energy" in what is more akin to body horror. these traits do not last outside the battle... unless you're a legendary pkg.

legendary pkg are thus named so for the large amount of power they hold, whether they're three powerful birds or actual deities of time and space, and that large power manifests as (you guessed it) monster-y traits on their body. unlike normal pkg undergoing G-max, etc, they are permanently on the body even outside of battle. they will usually appear as "normal" to not stand out from other pkg but they can choose to show these physical parts whenever they like, and it will always show when using battle moves or their respective powers.

the only pkg this doesn't affect is Arceus, who can change Its appearance at will and can choose to show Its eldritch body whenever It wants, moves or not.

#sorry i was really excited to talk about this #i threw some drawings in there to make up for all the text lol #its simple but it lets me get my ear/wing/tail kick out of the way #Anonymous

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quibbs126 · 2 years

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So some time ago I had made some ideas for a Ninjago reboot, and recently I’ve been trying to work on it again, and I had a new idea for Lloyd and I’m not sure which version would work better

We have the original idea where he’s a normal human who was adopted by Garmadon and later on became part of his ranks, being one of his samurai warriors. However the armor tends to hinder him more than it helps as it’s just too heavy, and when the ninja fight him he’s not that strong, but after something happens and both Wu and Garmadon go missing, he joins the ninja in searching for them, ends up realizing he’s better without the armor and ends up joining the ninja because he just likes them better. He has no powers, up until they’re fighting the Overlord and need the help of the First Spinjitzu Master, so Lloyd offers to be essentially his vessel so he can help them in the real world, and afterwards being left with energy powers as a result of it. Oh also he’s blind in one eye and is missing an arm on the same side/has a prosthetic arm, due to whatever happened that led to him being taken in by Garmadon

The new idea I had was keeping him as Garmadon’s biological son, and he naturally has green/golden power, and also he’s centuries old, despite only looking like a teenager. He had a lot of latent power, and when something happened to Wu and Garmadon (the best I have is that they were turned into statues of some kind?), Lloyd got so distraught that his powers were fully unleashed and he lost control of it, going into his golden Oni form and causing a rampage across Ninjago, the likes of which no one knew how to defeat now that the protectors of the realm are incapacitated. Eventually they were able to stop him by sealing his powers away into four weapons, which creates the Golden Weapons, and him being sealed away somewhere so that he won’t cause any more harm. This becomes known throughout Ninjago as the Tale of the Golden Oni/Master, though in everyone else’s eyes, the Golden Oni was just some villain who took advantage of Wu and Garmadon’s situation; people don’t know who he really was. He does eventually get out, but what happens to him afterwards I’m not sure. He may become an actual antagonist, or he’s been wandering the realm for a while. I’m also not sure whether he wants to regain his powers again. I dunno, I haven’t fleshed it out much yet

So yeah, which one do you think would work better?

Oh yeah and for reference, I should probably explain Wu, Garmadon and FSM in this hypothetical continuity. So Wu and Garmadon are full blooded Dragon and Oni respectively, and they have no biological relation to one another. For countless millennia, the two fought one another across the realms, and one day they eventually came across the primordial Ninjago, still being created by the First Spinjitzu Master. They continue their fighting, only for it to be stopped by the FSM, who’s angry because they won’t let him finish his realm with their constant battling. When the Overlord shows up, the FSM makes them both help him fight the Overlord, and after finding some sort of beauty in this primordial realm, and coming to some level of understanding between one another, the two help and they defeat the Overlord. Afterwards to finish his realm, the FSM has to essentially become one with the realm, and in his stead he makes Wu and Garmadon the protectors of his realm, which they agree to, considering each other something akin to sworn brothers, or at least brothers in arms. One condition he has for them is to not fight each other, at least not at full power. And so that’s what they’ve been doing since. Oh yeah, and the FSM isn’t a Dragon/Oni hybrid. In fact, no one’s quite sure what he is, but he gives off eldritch horror vibes. He also takes on the appearance of a young boy, and even acts like one sometimes too, but he does have his mature moments. The two are honestly terrified of him

#I’m not sure which one I like better #I’d draw art for it but I’ve been trying to draw them in a style akin to Monkie Kid #and I haven’t been able to figure it out #also I don’t have the best grasp on the other characters #but yeah #on one hand you have a human trying to prove that while he may not be the strongest he’s just as good as everyone else #but on the other you have (in my opinion) an interesting way as to how the Golden Weapons are linked to Lloyd #plus more opportunities for Oni Lloyd #whom I think is interesting in concept #I dunno #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago au #ninjago reboot idea #I suppose now would be as good a time as any for this concept #questions #my ideas

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yanban-san · 2 years

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Its been alluded to that eventually the twins want to show darling their true forms, but how are they going to do that without her going crazy? Would being immortal do anything to stop the truth from shredding her mind? Or are they going to go a step further and make her akin to whatever they are?

Sort of- They have what are essentially three appearances-

Their full scale true forms, which are ephemeral, incomprehensible, and impossible for a human to confront if they want to keep their sanity intact.

After this, they have their "first attempt at condensing cosmic eldritch force into itty bitty living space" which results in them taking their "monster" forms- Emmet looking like a radiant, angelic being, and Ingo looking more like a demon-beast thing. The reason being they are much more complex entities than a human existence can support, and they couldn't make the full jump to condensing themselves into monkey brained physical entities at once.

They then have their Very Normal(tm) Human Bodies- Slightly altered to better suit two eldritch horrors, but on the surface they look like two (very handsome) guys. These forms are actually kind of uncomfortable for them; their monstrous appearances are much more enjoyable, much easier for them to take on- And not as dangerous as their full, true appearances to physical creatures.

Darling would be able to hand being in the presence of their monstrous appearances, but... a side effect of the soul binding would probably start to turn darling, at least mentally/spiritually, into something akin to Ingo and Emmet; At least something more capable of comprehending their existences better.

Also, they really don't like the fact their soulmate's soul is confined to an easily squishable sack of meat with toothpicks in it, otherwise known as your body. They may grant their beloved immortality or super-regeneration, though Darling would probably notice really quickly if they woke up one day with such powers- So for now, since they haven't "binded" their soulmate yet, they just watch her very intently and keep her safe from any harm.

As for turning darling into what they are, I don’t know if they can quite do that without completely altering darling’s sense of self- I’d have to think about it more lol.

(Also side note- I accidentally deleted this other ask when I was attempting to remove porn bots, but someone gave an interesting idea of- like an angel, Emmet and Ingo hide their faces in their monster forms, which might show more of their true selves than the rest of their bodies- Except they do so under masks- Like the comedy and tragedy masks, but with either more eye-holes on them, or perhaps being more... animated than just a plain mask on their face. (Anon I am sorry for deletin your message!) Which I think is an interesting idea for their faces!)

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Monster Submas #Seth.Emmet #Seth.Ingo #Not even sure about this stuff #I had some vague soulmate AU ideas going around when I first started typing up stuff but #There are now so many notes on this AU #I really gotta sort them #And figure out what's what again

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strabbyshortcake · 2 years

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if i may add to the snaktooth discussion, I feel inclined to disagree, if only on a few levels--the snax purposefully target the weakest points of a grumpus to break them down mentally so they're more inclined to lean against snaktooth for support. making them feel like they ONLY have snax to get through their troubles... which is generally considered quite abusive and toxic to a disgusting degree. i get it, eldritch understanding of things, but it shouldn't be something to defend, in my honest opinion? saying that snaktooth loves grumpuses, while defending these toxic, TOXIC behaviors is... concerning. very, very concerning.

additionally, the entire island retaliated violently when the grumpuses decided it's time to go--i get it, snaktooth the organism needs to eat, too, but some of its actions can be considered "evil." it needs to eat like any predator, but it has mannerisms more akin to an abusive lover.

"i'll make you rely on me! it's for your own good!! and if you DARE try to leave i'll make your life a nightmare."

did you really think me saying "this giant living island wants to eat you because it's hungry and also the only way it comprehends love is through consumption" was meant to suggest i think this is a totally cool and okay thing for it to do?

it's supposed to be fucked up that it's doing all this without malice. that's the whole point, that it's disturbing that this organism both loves you and wants to eat you because that's the only thing it knows. that it loves you so much it will try to manipulate your emotions through chemicals, emotions that even it does not fully understand. snaktooth cannot grasp that this behavior is wrong. it simply does not think that way. it can't be persuaded. it can't be reasoned with. that is the root of the horror of snaktooth.

bugsnax as a game is extremely deliberate in its themes of moral ambiguity. no character is fully right or wrong. no character is fully good or bad. this extends to snaktooth and the bugsnax as well. it would do the writing a disservice to dilute that complexity to 'snaktooth is evil.'

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almightyrozenidiot · 2 years

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Oooh I'm curious to hear your take on Takuto and Azathoth for the relationship ask game ^^

KLDSGBSJLDGfhdjsfdbg (that's the sound of Azathoth doing something with his tentacles to wiggle my brain)

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

The best way I'd describe it tbh is similar to Kandori and Nyarlathotep from the earlier Persona games where the Persona has a slight personality independent of the Persona user but is still aligned with their goals. Azathoth feeds into Maruki's worst parts and gives him a euphoric bliss that makes him lose sight of his kind of tenuous ethics and what exactly he was trying to accomplish with his research to begin with.

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

Admittedly their relationship fucking terrifies me so my brain copes by imagining really dumb shit with them that's akin to a (sometimes dark comedy) sitcom. Things that I will explain below.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

Despite being scared shitless I actually like the horror of not knowing where their individual thoughts end and begin.

...come to think of it, it reminds me of a more benelovent version of The Hiss from Control but instead of The Hiss mindlessly propagating itself and people lose themselves from being assimilated into a hive mind collective, they both want to spread happiness with the very likely unintended side effect of being utilitarian about it. The fact that it has happiness and benevolence in mind is what adds to the horror of it.

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

I think Azathoth is still trying to save Maruki in their own way, it's just they're an eldritch entity that doesn't fully understand humanity and has powers that can only really result in bad things happening. Which is parallel to Maruki's forays into cognitive psience but he still has his humanity and the conscience - no matter how deep down it's buried - to realise what he's doing is wrong.

Honestly I have no clue what's going on in Maruki's head because, again, kind of hard to tell where their thoughts begin and end. I think he is aware to some capacity (especially after getting punched in the face and willingly letting himself fall to his doom) that this is an extremely toxic relationship, but he's addicted to the happiness Azathoth can bring and can't resist (also hence the whole "stop resisting" stuff he eventually starts spouting). Even before he put his ideal reality into action, he saw Azathoth as an extension of himself as a normal Persona user would, but until he lost it he wasn't aware that Azathoth was a part of the process of his powers.

Also on a side note: Does that mean that he used his powers on Joker to boost the effects of the benefits we get from his confidant? Answers on a postcard please.

favorite interaction they have in canon

The flashback scene where Mementos fuses with reality and Azathoth appears in that random guy's office, pushing Maruki far past his limits after everything that's happened to him. I would probably just accept the madness too if that happened to me tbh.

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

Ok sitcom time! I just like the idea that in front of the Phantom Thieves, Maruki acts like he has his shit together but when no one's looking he is still clumsy as heck and Azathoth is either an extra set of limbs, helping him hide or just picking him up off the floor at any given moment.

One of these days I want to draw Azzy lending a tentacle to hook Maruki up by the collar of his coat like a mother cat lifting a kitten off the ground after he's tripped over. (Though if anyone wants to draw it themselves please feel free to)

#p5r spoilers #persona 5 royal spoilers #not adding any more tags because I do not want 💿🐎#sorry for writing about Remedy Entertainment's Control yet again

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snailss-u2 · 1 year

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INITIAL DESIGNS

First of my designs, I wasn't too sure where I wanted to take things- I primarily focused on upcycling. I wanted to mix a bit of patchwork, some funky shapes and bring in use of my wrap dress for a little flare at the bottom. My idea was a spine scaling the leg at the side seam, with interfaced bulked details coming off perhaps through appliqued layers, though i knew i definitely wanted a few cutouts to bring in a skull-like aspect through sockets and a nasal hole- maybe even teeth.

Again i continued with the upcycling idea, the possibility of suspenders out of waistbands and a collage of pockets and applique skulls. I could use mismatching layers for one leg with fraying much akin to recent popular trends with jeans, and have the other a mix-matched patchwork with appliqued skulls over the top. I wasn't enjoying these admittedly, it feels too lazy if I'm not completely deconstruction garments and creating something new.

This is where I tried branching out! I wanted to try more with large bell sleeves, I'm heavily biased in this extent- i love them. I wanted a cropped underbust shirt with a front zip and princess style line to separate and save fabrics allowing room to mix up denims with different colours, frayed edges at the sleeves with a more messy patchwork. I didn't quite know where to bring in the wrap dress, so I added strip panels to the sleeves that could have bone print spanning it in the additional material.

This one wasn't my best, it feels a bit too much like swimwear. I wanted to use pant lets directly as sleeves with the more prominent seam running down the front, and décor it with a randomised printed pattern of skeletal hands. I wanted to try use a corseted top with a zip up front, skeletal ribcage top on the upper bust with a full lace up back.

More bell sleeves, more princess lines and more cropped stuff! Running pattern? Streetwear is far from my style but it has been quite fun to experiment with. I want to crop a lot of these to save on fabric, but with this it was quick to become a favourite. Patchwork bell sleeves, Appliqued ribs and spine on the front with a large skull print on the back. Peter pan collar (as stand collars suck to sew, I'm biased sue me) and frayed edges. It's a zip up front, and was my choice for which to create for my garment. I want to utilise what I've learnt and put it all into practice which is why most will have collars, zips, etc.

Another rough draft, this one I wasn't too sure on. It's a cropped shirt with a skull shaped cut out in the centre, ruffles to mimic spines going up the princess line seams at the front with rib-like cutouts at the lower sides. It has patchwork sleeves that are fitted with ruffled cuffs, and a ribcage that emerges and hangs down from the shirt.

By this stage i was trying to burn out enough designs to hit the limit and continue, Male designs and fashion is not my specialty. I wanted to continue with ruffles representing spines, doing multiple spanning a patchwork tunic with mimicked ribs between connecting them like an eldritch horror of a skeleton. One of my worst designs, but i've never been one for out-of-the-box, over-the-top designs.

An altered version of my earlier design, i hoped to shorten it to stop it from feeling like a swimsuit and more as a shirt, though it doesn't feel too different. Shortening it was a poor choice, but still an experiment to try.

Another Male design, using messy patchwork on the bodice and Jean waistbands wrapping around the midsection, a stand collar and zip up back. I has a flare to the bottom to break it up from just being a shirt, and rib-like cutouts in the sleeves

Final of my designs! It's an altered version of the ribcage top with the skull cut out- this time it's a sternum that runs from collar to navel, ruffles lining it and decorating the style lines with puff skull sleeves.

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deoffal-mp-adm7000-n-s1-2022 · 2 years

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Paintings Part 2 (2021):

(DISCLAIMER, context for all paintings posted will be available in part 7 of this collection of posts, pieces with question marks are assumed to have no actual explicit associations and are just as ambiguous to me as they are to you the audience)

11. Untitled (Based on a photograph from ‘War against War’ 1924, this being the painted version of the afore mentioned singed tank driver from ‘the Spits’, painted of course before that piece was made and this time and has no eyes and is certainly more dead looking and skeletal than the face featured in ‘Snuff’)

12. Untitled (Based on a famous still of a nurse in distress from ‘Battleship Potemkin’ 1925, made famous by Francis Bacon due to it representing his obsession with the scream and ultra-violence in media of all sorts as represented through his paintings)

13. Untitled (?)

14. Untitled (?)

15. Untitled (Based on the Noh masks of japanese theatre, this one in particular being based on a hannya, the face of a jealous female demon)

16. Untitled (I was testing how I would paint the typical black and white images of Junji Ito’s work, except using only white and so making an inverse painting where no black paint is used at any point, this experiment is relatively successful in that it simply conveys enough detail without going overboard, may revisit this style one day)

17. Untitled (Based on Yog Whateley from the H.P. Lovecraft story ‘The Dunwich Horror’ 1929 as featured in Weird Tales, Yog being part eldritch being and part human, not typically made into a cephalopod, but I wanted to make him into one out of reference to Lovecraft's obsession with them, creating a jellyfish variant more akin to his story ‘From Beyond’ 1920, wherein demon jellyfish are conjured into our world after an experiment gone wrong, wherein our dimension merges with another abhuman realm from beyond)

18. Untitled (Based on the inspiration I find from older camera technology and their ability to capture images of greater and deeper contrast, both in film and general photography, this image being taken from a German parade during WW2, the helmet of the soldier just about loses his eyes and the film keeps him shadowed even though it’s broad daylight in the recording, found this visually stimulating and so painted it, they don’t make cameras as exciting as this anymore in my opinion, more often than lot the image quality is too clear and has no character, unlike the stills that inspire works like these)

19. Untitled (Another Dantean Shade sprouting roots and buds from it’s eternally depraved flesh)

20. Untitled (Simple Baconian study of a side profile made of composite brush strokes not netted together, makes for some great high shadow, high contrast portraits, almost over exposed looking like in old cameras again)

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I redesigned Stephen's outfit for the Strange(r) Ensembles Art Challenge, mine is eldritch horror inspired! I also wrote a drabble to accompany it, which you can find under the cut. Many thanks to @doitwritenow for her help with my first time writing!

Dormammu was the beginning of the end.

In a dimension beyond comprehension, unbound by human concepts of mortality, Stephen Strange began to shed their skin.

In the moments between their demise and time respooling, they felt an acute jolt of pain that shot through their entire being from the left hand. It began with a grotesque crack of the skin as flesh parted itself, their bones slithering like snakes under their skin as talons began to elongate.

The agony was unbearable, but they did not have time to contemplate the viscous black blood that seeped out from the crevices of the cracks before the words slipped out of their mouth, an almost mantra that kept them company throughout the decades that they’ve endured in this self-made prison of time.

“Dormammu, I’ve come to barg—”

A different kind of agony lit up their entire being as iridescent beams of light eviscerated their body. Time began anew.

It is yet again in the stolen moments in between their torment that they notice their mangled left hand burning with a sweltering heat that rivaled the intensity of the sun. Their talons took on a shade akin to the vast void that surrounded them in the Dark Dimension. The heat spread throughout their arm and with it the darkness that tainted their talons. The words force themselves out of their mouth.

“Dormammu, I’ve come to bargain.”

The entity lets them finish the sentence this time before tearing them in two. Time began anew.

Rinse and repeat. The changes to their body develop further in the gaps of time in between, giving them very little opportunity to contemplate it. Neon tentacle imprints appearing upon their skin, always slinking about in a haphazard manner. The Cloak of Levitation’s form warped as well, it shuddered when feathers sprouted between its folds, eventually engulfing it entirely in a burst of flames. A phoenix reborn.

Deep down Stephen knew that they were the reason for the Cloak’s affliction. It was their mystical proximity, the intimate bond between a sorcerer and relic that soared and perished together endlessly. Stephen wept for it in sorrow, they felt the Cloak’s consciousness brush against their mind, a silent comfort and unconditional forgiveness swept through them.

Eventually, the Eye of Agamotto also began to distort. A century or so had passed by then, Dormammu still livid about being entrapped by time, still taking out their anger on Stephen, but their patience was wearing thin and Stephen knew that the end was in sight. Dormammu would soon be amenable to listening to their requests. But for now, they must persevere.

The squirming power from beyond, leaking through the cracks in so many respooled deaths, reached out to the Eye of Agamotto. A different kind of bond had formed between Stephen and this relic— one of spellwork and barter. The Eye cracked. When it shattered, the sensation was more than physical. Shards of bronze and links of shattered chain burned beneath Dormammu's assault, but Stephen felt the immaterial splinters lodge in their sternum. It burned. Stephen ducked their head, eyes squeezing shut. Light still burned in the corner of their eyes. When they respooled again, their skin was washed by green— the light of dozens of Eyes, too other to focus on, forming a circle around their head.

Despite the halo’s position, Stephen could still feel the phantom weight of the Eye in their chest, as if it had burrowed itself into it and nestled in the deepest crevices of their soul. They felt a gentle hum that permeated through their entire being, something as old as time had found a home inside of them.

It took exactly twenty-two more time loops for Dormammu to concede, a coincidental amount that aligned with the number of Eyes that framed their face. Stephen tried not to dwell about it as they uttered the familiar words.

“I’ve come to bargain.”

“What do you want?”

Their demands were swiftly met, and for the first time in centuries, the neon green circlet around their wrist broke apart as time ceased to respool. Everything else that followed was a blur, the cloak levitated their body through the portal and back to earth. Words came out of their mouth as they confronted a surprised Kaecilius, but Stephen could not find it in themself to focus on the situation at hand. They felt unmoored.

The appearance of their otherworldly transformation had left their companions in a momentary daze, it saddened Stephen that their fear was so palpable. Despite the disconcerting feeling of finally being set free of the loop, there was no sense of dysphoria about the transformation they had undergone. However, the solace that they found in this form was clearly not shared with their companions.

Mordo left with a warning and a look of disgust.

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Time passed on earth without beginning anew. Weeks had gone by, memories of Dormammu and the world beyond death suppressed deep inside of Stephen; nevertheless, the changes to their body and soul remained.

What frightened them the most was how right the metamorphosis had begun to feel. Stephen never found the need to be bound by binaries, but the sheer comfortableness of just existing in this transformed body was an altogether new experience.

It became natural, as if their ink dipped limb had always been that way. The bright coloured tentacles that wrapped around their arm were playful and temperamental; they shifted about and pushed at the boundaries of Stephen’s limb, as if they were trying to escape and explore the rest of Stephen’s body. The Cloak of Levitation seemed to enjoy its new form as well, flapping its wings as it zoomed around the sanctum with an added flair of dramatics.

The halo of Eyes had retreated deep inside of them, yet thoughts of the time loop never failed to manifest the Eyes, the green wash of light provided a sense of comfort as the relic’s consciousness brushed against theirs.

Nevertheless, Stephen’s thirst for knowledge and knowing was a fundamental part of them. Despite being at ease with their metamorphosis and in no hurry for a cure, they needed answers. Thus, Stephen began pouring through the ancient tombs in Kamar-Taj’s library, longing for some sort of explanation.

Their research proved futile as there seemed to be no records of similar occurrences. The fruitless endeavour fed into Stephen’s frustrations and anxieties, almost tangible in the air. Their trusty Cloak wrapped around them in an attempt to console. It was in one such instance that the halo of Eyes made an appearance without prompt, Stephen’s eyes glazed over as a vision overtook them.

They gazed down and saw a tangle of limbs and fluorescent tentacles protruding from the shadow of the Cloak. They could barely comprehend the shape of their body, the blackness that plagued their left arm had spread all over, blending into the darkness of the surrounding. Yet, when they shifted one of their many limbs, the air seemed to shudder in protest. Stephen blinked, they felt more than a dozen eyes flutter, a gasp of shock escaped their lips. However the vision was cut short before they could explore further.

Stephen was brought back to reality, the halo of Eyes dispersed. They stared at their hands, one void-like in colour while the other still a human tone, both still heavily scarred from their past hubris. Stephen’s mind raced, their mentor had once used the Eye of Agamotto to peer through time, it only made sense that the vision was a glimpse into the future, one of many. But that would mean—

Oh.

Oh Stephen, what are you?

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