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calcollage · 5 months

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tribute to sloppy jane's "madison"

def my favorite album like,, ever. as i post this I'm wearing a sloppy jane t-shirt from her set in chicago last year.

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endivinity · 5 months

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sprout goes on an adventure

#kullen art #endi crew #leech monster #this is like 80% of the reason for the 'neopets should hire me' sudden tangent. id toss my mutant pteri in that cave #spider web #monsters #creature art

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rhetthammersmithhorror · 2 months

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Beast from Haunted Cave | 1959

#Beast from Haunted Cave #Monte Hellman #Charles B. Griffith #Roger Corman #monster movie #practical effects #horror movies #horror #Hammersmith Horror #Lovecraftian #creepy #monster

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lollytea · 9 months

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Thinking about how Hunter was confirmed to be an artist in the finale with a talent for wood carving and now I really think most of the little sculptures on his shelf are ones he made himself, including the Remy doll. The idea of Golden Guard Hunter designing, carving and painting the silliest happiest little fellow just for fun is very cute to me.

#that sculpture on the top shelf of the cave monster thing with the teeth? that is so good actually. he was very talented even before Del #also.....#maybe im just a very gay woman but....#that one on the second shelf on the far right #👀#ok teenage boy you make whatever art you want i wont say anything #me doodling the same thing in my notebooks when i was 16 honestly

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thatsbelievable · 4 months

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#What to do if You Locate the Cave of Monsters #tips #tricks #life hacks #helpful hints #advice #monsters #unreality

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aspiring-house-husband · 4 months

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There is a temple, deep and hidden away in the mountains. it is well known to the locals and the people whose legends had survived in the area. it is a temple that was extremely difficult to get into, and even more difficult to leave. it belongs to the god of conflict and passion. the god of war. the god of sex.

you and your partner were determined to find it.

you repelled down the rock face of the mountain and slid your way through half-buried arches to get inside, only to be astonished by how clean the temple had been kept. sure, it was mossy, but the stone was smooth and clean and hardly worn by time.

“hello,” says your partner, and you turn to him.

“what?”

“yes, i am,” he says, staring off to nothing.

“are you okay?” finally he turns to you, only briefly.

“shh, can’t you hear that?”

“no, what are you talking about?” he ignores your question again, and speaks away from you.

“no, i would never. i wished to visit, only.”

when he doesn’t speak, there is silence.

“well, i suppose, i-“ he cuts himself off with a gasp, and arches his back. touched by nothing, he begins to levitate off the floor.

“yes, please, god,” he moans, and his clothes fall from his body, cut into ribbons. with his back arching, you are treated to the sight of his hole, glistening with wetness but more notably opening and closing, clenching around nothing. as you watch, gold chains and jewels materialize and drape around his body, while he gains the meaning of super-human: his beauty grows as he writhes midair, his skin gaining color and flush, his hair growing silky. he moans as he clenches and you can’t help but stare at his gorgeous hole, thinking of how it would… how he might feel…

“i accept, yes, yes!” he pants and nearly screams to whatever voice only he is hearing before he cums, his body quivering and fluid dripping down his legs to the floor. his body lowers until he stands on trembling legs, panting, and when he looks at you, his eyes are no longer the color you’re accustomed to, but a fiery orange.

“my friend,” he says, sliding to you and running his fingers up your clothed chest. “do you know what’s happened to me?”

“n-no,” you barely manage to whimper out, trying to ignore how lovely he looks and how close he is and how hard you are.

“i am one with our god,” he answers, sliding those teasing fingers up and under your shirt, tracing delicately up your chest. “soon you will be, too.”

“wait, what? hold on-“

“shh,” he soothes, and without moving you himself you are lifted into the air, suspended on your back. he straddles your hips and splays his hands over your waist, leaning down slow to kiss the skin he’s exposed by pushing up your shirt.

“beautiful,” he says, a sultry smile gracing his lips. when he shifts his hips, he gives you so much friction that you hadn’t been prepared for, and it makes you buck before you can stop yourself.

“ah, good boy,” he teases, and draws his hand over your stomach. the motion seems to be connected to magic, because your clothes fall from you in ribbons, just as his had.

“don’t shiver,” he says with a soft laugh, that same that you’ve heard a hundred times. he leans down over you and kisses down your chest, stopping to suck on your nipple, just to watch you flush.

“you’re mine, aren’t you, handsome?” he says, kissing every spot of skin he can find, pulling at your arms until he can guide your hands to his hips.

“yes,” you answer, and he lifts up to sink down over you. gods, it feels like you glow.

“be one with me,” he says, but it sounds like he speaks with more than just his voice. “be mine in more than just body and heart.” he bounces, even though he has nothing to balance on, gripping you and squeezing around you and moaning to the ceiling.

“i’m yours,” you pant, lifting your neck but not feeling the strain you normally do. you buck up, pulling a near-squeal from him, because it feels like more than just being ridden. gods, it’s like you’re feeling him, too. feeling double the pleasure, his orgasm building beneath his belly button, how it felt to have you inside him, filling him up. it was incredible, like connecting to something beyond yourself.

“mine,” he moans, and pleasure like nothing you had ever known overtook you.

there’s a reason the temple was just as hard to leave as it was to find. how could you even think of leaving? why would you? life there was perfect… under the protection of your god, and wrapped in the silky embrace of your lover. forever.

#with these posted i retreat back into my cave #i crawl from the woodwork to place a story on the floor every six months before disappearing again #eat up #og #story #non monster #hypnosis #ish?#possession #ish

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crankycorvid · 10 months

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