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Bro, I love all these freaks! They're all so cute, hehe :) *kisses them all*

Omggggg🥰 *blushing and twirling my hair and kicking my feet*

They all get flustered after you kiss them. Ishna specifically just looks at you with his autistic eyes.

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Your super cool! :)

Dawwwww, Thanksssss. I genuinely don't know why you think I am but I am flattered. I hope you like my little freaks.

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Hanna- Introduction

Via Picrew^

Not meat, you probably shouldn't eat Hanna, though she wouldn't fight you about it.

As devoted as she is to you, she's much more dominant. She worships you but if you fail in her eyes, she is willing to harm you. Basically, she's a proper yandere. to the point she won't accept you being too kind to Arthur. You could manipulate her into accepting you being kind to him as a house pet but then she probably has to be your wife.

She used to be extremely kind, she felt very bad when Arthur was young and begged for company, but she genuinely didn't think she could. After so long of being around him, she quickly got desensitized to his pain and very cynical. Now she's exploring ideas of being mean and rude, She's ecstatic for you to guide her in the ways of punishing sinful mortals.

She will very easily write off any of your sins, literally practice paganism, wicca, or other heretical religious practices? No other human understands how to do them properly, you are the only one who's correct. Actively speak out against literally any god? You're making reasonable criticisms that should be listened to. She's already decided you've been chosen by god to rule her and guide humans, she could easily take a few more steps to believe you are god incarnate.

She's pretty conventionally attractive, having made a form to be appealing to you, but ask her to change anything and it is done immediately. I, personally, would request some more curve than she'd initially give herself, thicc women are truly the reason for living. She's also inhumanely pale, mostly a product of her true form being almost entirely light.

Her pearls are kinda her way of marking herself as yours, depending on how much attention you give just her, she might feel the need to replicate Arthur's brand. Ride the line between ignoring her and indulging her well enough and she'll cover herself in scarred marks and tattoos of the brand, your name, and anything else she can associate with you.

Really, in her ideal world, she would be your arm candy as you rule like an evil overlord. If she let her mind wander, it would always land on her sitting on the arm of your throne-esque chair as someone begs for their life beneath you. She's extremely into your sadism.

She'd take very well to being dominant in a sexual manner but she would prefer to kneel before you no matter what. She also really wants to be your wife and have your kids, but she doesn't acknowledge that for a while(speed that up by telling Arthur you'll breed him). Let's all be completely honest, she is unbelievably into free use, even just walking up to her and randomly groping her will get her going so fast.

She might sorta be my fav. She's such a haughty bitch to everyone else but she immediately becomes an obedient mess when it comes to you.

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Arthur - Introduction

via picrew ^

Arthur is not meat, If you want to eat him he won't complain of course, but he doesn't actively want you to.

You are a god to him, as violent as you may choose to be, you use such sweet words even as you degrade him, he's certain you know all and love him so deeply. This worship is only furthered by Hanna pretty much abandoning her already off morals to obey you.

Treat him like whatever animal you want, he's only called a lamb for the imagery(and I'll be honest as a sort of tribute to bunny). He may need to be trained to be certain animals but he's extremely pathetic and all he's ever wanted was to feel loved so as long as you show him any form of affection, he'll obey your every command.

He is not really a yandere, he's obsessive, yes, but he holds literally zero power, you could hiss and boo at him and then leave him forever and he wouldn't do anything but maybe try to end his own life.

His kisses tend to taste like cinnamon, but he is only human. Of course, you can have him altered via Hanna's magic whenever you want.

His dead eye and face scar are meant to be from a small explosion but the picrew used for this didn't have the proper face scars I want and I have 0 art skills to draw humans.(might beg my cousin to draw my critters sometime).

He is a crier, the moment he is experiencing anything, he's crying. Be sweet to him and he's overwhelmed by the affection(also watch out for Hanna, she doesn't like that). Be mean to him and he sobs in pain as he thanks you. You really cannot do wrong in his eyes.

He's great as sucking dick. Also kinda a masochist, he really just gets enjoyment from you being happy and believes he deserves pain over anything else. He's kinda into being cucked, more so the idea that he's so beneath you he doesn't deserve to be your source of pleasure. Make him lube you up for someone else. If you make him sit at your feet or beside you as a servant or tool while you fuck Hanna, they'd both enjoy it to the fullest.

He's very insecure about his scars when you catch him, but any scars from you are a source of pride for him, even if he were to be rescued and allowed to acknowledge the trauma he's endured. If he were saved, he would never be able to shake a twisted admiration for you. He wouldn't know how to process that, though.

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Arthur and Hanna - Debut

cw; torture, kidnapping, manipulation, religious imagery, angel character, unhealthy dynamics.

Of course Arthur needed a guardian angel, his life was wracked by misfortune and the proof was scarred across him. He tended to wear sweaters to hide as much of them as possible, though he couldn't do much for the one traveling up his left cheek and through his dead eye. Each scar looked like a river with how it cut through the many freckles covering him, reminding him of times where she only just kept him alive.

For as kind and loving as Hanna was, she was first and foremost, a good angel. Her instructions had been to keep the boy alive at least until he found his true calling. Of course, they hadn't specified what that was to be but Hanna felt sure it would be obvious when they found it. She hardly spoke to him, even when he was young and begged her to just remind him he wasn't as alone as he seemed. Hanna was a good angel, she followed instructions. That had been why she hadn't done anything when Arthur was kidnapped. Nor when he was chained in a barn, just a bit separated from some kidding goats. However, when you came to him in the daylight, suddenly visible to Arthur and his angel, she took a bit of pause. You grinned at him and Arthur felt something click within himself.

"Aren't you glad I didn't string you up? Just a bit of chain attached to the wall, I know your kind are too good at escaping for just the gate, lambs like you can climb~" you held his chin, inspecting him like any other livestock.

"I-I am, sir. P-Please don't kill me..." Arthur whined, him and Hanna watching your smile grow in awe.

"What a sweet thing you are! Now, don't tell me someone else has kept you~ Folk like me don't let our animals wander wild like you were. Plus you're a bit underweight, little lambs should be well fed or you'll never make enough meat to be worthwhile. Unless you were a dairy creature, in which case, you must not have been bred yet..." You grabbed a fistful of his sweater, drawing attention to the size of his chest, sizable for a man, but not anywhere near what you'd expect of a proper dairy cow.

Arthur stared at you, bright red in the face. His poor brain could not process the implications of what you said, too confused to even notice you cut his shirt off with a sickle. He was only broken from his daze when rough hands landed on his chest. As you ripped the rest of his clothes off and muttered to yourself about a lack of branding or tagging, Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, a mess of emotions he couldn't decipher. Upon examining him thoroughly enough to be certain he wasn't claimed, you traced your sickle over his skin, the sharp blade leaving a small trail of crimson behind it. He shuddered and whined but made no move to pull away, even whimpering out some apologies.

"Such a sweet thing~ I ought to keep you alive, so I'll have to mark you as mine, lamb~" You step away from him to go prepare a brand for him.

"Uhm... Sir? You... are not human, are you? You-You are a shepherd," A soft voice echoed into the barn moments before Hanna was pinned to the straw-covered floor. She was in clear awe, having taken a human-esque form she still had golden wings that now splayed out like a taxidermy bird. "I've kept him alive for you~ You're his- our shepherd~ My lord~"

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whumpee who was the favourite. whumpee who was held captive maybe literally or maybe just in a prison of their own mind, with many others, and they were whumper's favourite. and even though now they're out and logically they know that whatever had gone on was awful and horrific, that little pang of pride never goes away. and whenever they talk about the horrific trauma they went through, it's there. it's in their eyes.

i was special.

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Why hello tentacle brother, Quite a nice blog u got here :)

🦑

Thank you bro! I worked hard on it

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Ohhhh yeah 😭🙏 let’s go brother

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I will provide for my brothers and represent the tentabros 💪

I really hope you enjoy my silly guys, I'm very excited to show them off

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Shit- Hi

There are actually rules

I WILL NOT WRITE

Nasty evil shit (incest, pedo shit, ect), Bottom reader, Fem reader, Scat, Vore(yes this is abt cannibalism, but not whole or alive).

I AM WRITING(actively)

Cannibalism, Descriptions of blood and violence, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Many things I do not condone in the real world but find entertaining.

JUST BECAUSE IT IS NOT ACTIVELY LISTED HERE DOES NOT MEAN I WILL NOT ACCEPT REQUESTS ABOUT IT, THIS IS JUST WHAT THIS BLOG WILL FOCUS ON

Ok me now

You can call me Jelly or M or whatever, He/they. I am transmasc so- that may affect the stories and my characters in little gay ways idk. I may be a bit of a stoner and write best when I'm a little high but I am trying my best to spell things right whether or not I'm sober. I can't draw, sorry, but if you want to draw my little freaks I'll give you a lil kiss in appreciation. Also, adhd, so stories will probably get a bit jumbled. (This was written fully sober)

The Whores ❤️

Ishna; Debut

Arthur ; Debut(ft.H)

Hanna; Debut(ft.A)

MORE IN PROGRESS I PROMISE

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Ishna - Introduction

Via Picrew^

Certified meat, Ishna is plenty happy to be eaten.

He's very ethereal even though he's a little freak and very pathetic. Kinda like a husky, running around like crazy and then they pause and suddenly look picturesque and amazing before sprinting at you.

He has literally no life, his parents weren't actual rich but they were wealthy so he doesn't have to work, thats how he sits and watches you in the cafe until your shift ends.

He's fairly plush, pear shaped and with a decent amount of chub. He's definitely gained some weight since meeting you and it really accentuated his curves.

Oops, hes autistic. I only know neurodivergence so- He's an autism 🤷‍♂️. That's why he's got such a blue eyed stare, He looks at you with his autistic eyes.

His lips taste like vanilla frosting constantly, doesn't matter if he just ate something, just woke up, the distinct flavor of vanilla frosting is there.

If you don't do anything, he will just continue to stalk you and become slowly more violent. Let him continue and soon you'll have no customers and probably get fired cuz he saw you talk to coworkers and was too far gone. Don't worry! You can fix him, train him to be an attack dog.

This will be updated as he simmers in my mind and folks ask about him.

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Ishna - Debut

cw; Blood, cannibalism, stalking, a murder is mentioned, obsessive thoughts, gore i guess, the blue eyed stare

He lays there, dusty blue eyes wide as he watches you, horror evident in his expression. If he weren't so weak he'd be shaking violently, likely trying to push you away. You're so warm, surrounded by his intoxicating, fresh heat. Your hand traces down to his thigh and digs into the supple meat, recoating your fingers in the same carmine liquor that you could feel pouring down your throat, the silky texture of honey. You tear the chunk from him and drop it down your throat, far too invested in the divinity of consuming him to properly savor the taste. You watch him send his head back as much as the blood loss permitted and emit a strained whine. You bear your teeth at him in an attempted smile, though it much more easily interprets as showing off the way his blood flows from your mouth at nearly the same pace it now leaks from his body. You gladly lick a stripe up his cheek before pulling away to admire how he is splayed out, completely open to you, like a frog on a dissection table.

"You must be so tired of this~" Your voice echoes around you, "Let's move to our main course, then~"

He shifts, whining as best he can, trying to run from your hunger despite the hopelessness of such a cause. You slip your hand beneath his ribs, tracing over the shuddering, pulsing lungs so lovingly. Once you finally feel the muscle your after, your hand wraps around it, basking in the shuddering thumps as it dutifully continues to provide for you. You peck his lips before tearing the muscle from his chest, savoring the way he cries out at the sensation. You place an extra kiss to his lips before biting into the muscle and spraying ruby across his face. His eyes stay wide on you as you take another bite if his very heart.

Your eyes open, now staring into the abyss of your room. Your warm, not uncomfortably but notably so. He'll be there today, he always is. How will you face him with his taste still on your tongue? You go brush your teeth in mock hope it will clean the ruby from your teeth, that the mint will hide the whispers of hunger etched into your tongue. You spit out the toothpaste, now frothy and maroon, check your teeth, pearly and red as always. Maybe something to eat will cover the taste better.

As always, your work was dull and repetitive. You rarely smiled in public, for fear of others seeing the burgundy stains you knew were there, hidden under the pearl coating, masking what you truly were. Hungry. In all honesty, you weren't sure what sparked the recent cravings, Ishna had been a part of your routine for a long time, you didn't remember a time without the hazy blue in the corner of your eye or the medium brown hands outstretched to you as if begging for the food and drink he'd just paid for. It wasn't a mere matter of his beauty, though the assumption would be warranted.

You were still fairly convinced Ishna was a model, flowing black hair that cascaded around him, beautifully supple curves which haunted your dreams, and his eyes, oh his eyes. They were nearly periwinkle and so very captivating. Though, were you to put much thought into it, they likely were the reason he would be turned away from modeling as you were all too familiar with the hawk-like stare which they provided. The same stare that landed on you now.

"Ishna... Morning" You curtly mutter, eyeing your tablet in a sad attempt to avoid your guilt as well as the urge to launch across the counter at him.

"Good morning, I missed you," The prior day had been your day off, though, Ishna almost certainly saw you at some point regardless.

You only hum at him and type in his usual order, lightly joking that you should've made it before he got there, since he always ordered the same thing. When you hand it to him you notice blood dripping from his palms, wasting itself on the counter, and it takes all your will not to snatch one hand and realize your vision. Instead, you look to his large eyes and offer a small smile, just wide enough to let him see your canines. After all, he deserves at least a glimpse of the scarlet which he painted over them.

Of course, Ishna did not see the blood on his hands nor his own in your teeth. He only saw you. Most days felt to him as if he only saw you. Everything and everyone seemed dull and forgettable when faced with even one of your features. He has very few friends, most people refuse to get near him and when they try to be his friend he often hates them or becomes too attached. It was rare when someone caught his eye, but you were rare in many ways.

Ishna isn't a violent person, well, he doesn't consider himself violent. He's more than happy to just watch you each day and occasionally get your smile flashed towards him. However, it's become increasingly common for other people to come to the cafe and try their hardest to coax a smile from you. and Ishna could not let those people get away with it. Last night had been the first time he truly spilled blood. Usually, he threatens the bastard who dared bother you and they apologize and keep a more curt and professional tone with you. This person, they had explicitly flirted with you, even as you stared at them, watching their every orifice spew blood. Ishna found them and threatened them as usual, telling them of how vile it was they would bother you. In response, they laughed, they asked if Ishna was with you or just "a psycho freak". He knew they wouldn't stop if he left them alive. Honestly, he hadn't realized he was moving until they were disposed of, even now he wasn't completely sure it wasn't a fantasy.

It wouldn't matter to him, though, you smiled at him. That was all he needed to be certain he did the right thing. Today he will stay in the cafe for your whole shift as a reward, you will give him more to eat and drink likely sneak him some free treats, he isn't a bother and you still feel quite guilty about your dreams. You will both spend the day imagining your teeth in his neck.

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The Art of Death: Bloody Painter x Top Male Reader 

CW;  Both reader and Helen are maybe(definitely) too into blood, horny gore, obsessive thinking, reader isn't inherently a killer but is so down with the murdering, kinda into the idea of killing/ being killed, BP is referred to as Helen, Femboy❤️, probably ooc but do CPs really specific character, kinda some S&M.

You'd dragged your refugee boyfriend out of hiding to go to a party. He hated them and you knew that very well, you were counting on it. After all, when you first found him blood soaked and shaking in the woods outside my house, you couldn't help but fall head over heels. For a while he tried to hide what he'd done and such, even giving a fake name to ease any potential concerns about a missing Helen Otis on the news. But you'd caught him a few times, plotting to kill you, you finally became a couple after you caught him walking to your room with a knife in hand. You'd pinned him to a wall and gushed about how cute he was, he had been so adorably shocked.

By now he'd gotten mostly used to your adoration, he was even comfortable enough to let you coax him into socializing! Albeit in baggy pants and a slightly oversized jacket. He'd left his mask and knife at home, not wanting to tempt himself. Luckily for him, you'd made sure to bring the mask and all tools he may need for your real goal. You watched him through the night as he got more and more agitated, eventually suggesting your ultimate plan; for you to find some nice prey to get more Art Supplies for your adorable boyfriend.

"You know, love, I have a great way for you to relax~ You haven't gotten to really paint in a long time~" you purr into his ear, emphasizing the word 'long' to punctuate the actual length of time passed. His crystal blue eyes narrowed at you in a sharp glare as he suddenly realized your scheme.

"You conniving beast..." he hissed under his breath, looking nearly edible, "I should cut your head off just for coming up with this idea... more so for actually doing it..."

You grin more at his threat, the idea of it sending a pleasing shiver up your spine, "Come now, Helen, you shouldn't threaten me with a good time~ I bet you'd be so gorgeous coated in my blood~ I'd be honored to see such beauty as my last sight"

He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes, his gaze leaving you as he obediently scanned the room for someone he deemed deserving of his enchanting knife technique. As you waited for him to settle on a choice, you wrap my arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing him against you. All the while, watching his expression shift as he debated with himself on each individual who caught his eyes. Once one had been chosen, you pecked his lips and pulled away from him, sauntering over to your victim in order to convince them to go home with you. I hardly cared about the meat sack chosen, barely putting in effort to find an appealing activity that would get them to follow me far enough from the actual party.

"Oh Helen~" you cooed into the dark abyss of the trees around us, their shadows appearing almost as voids in the soft moonlight of a quarter moon. you almost mourned the low light, wishing it would've been a full moon to have better view of your sweet artist at work.

"Are you sure about this? It's really cold out..." the meat sack shakily asked, clinging to their own arms as if they were really shaking from cold and not fear.

you turned to face them and felt yourself shiver as well, though in anticipation for what you were getting the pleasure to witness. Just as you hum out an "I'm very sure~" their body freezes as the cold blade pressing into their back, soon sliding through their torso far to fast for them to scream. Their back instinctively arched away from the metal as a cry finally escapes their throat. Under his mask you can see the joy dancing in Helen's eyes, the moonlight reflecting in them just enough to make them appear as if glowing.

Not trusting your distance from the party, you pull out your own knife to help silence your new doll, relishing in the satisfying feeling of the blade smoothly ripping through their neck and lodging itself in their larynx. Just as the blade slips through, blood spurts up their esophagus, quickly filling their mouth and effectively drowning them in their own blood. In an instant, Helen is beside you, allowing a perfect view as the meat sack coughs up some fresh blood, beautifully plastering it on his mask.

"Couldn't help yourself, hm?" He hums at and finally makes eye contact as you wrap an arm around his waist.

"Well, I'd hate for our time to be cut short by some good-for-nothing swine~ I want to admire you for as long as possible~" Your other hand traces the edge of the mask as he leans into you. It takes all your willpower not to lick some of the blood from off of his skin where his has splattered all over his neck.

He only hums in response, clearly at peace in your arms, even despite the writhing body at your feet, hopelessly attempting to beg for their life through their gargled sobs. Helen pulls just enough away to lift them from the ground. Hope flashes in their eyes for a brief moment before Helen's knife once again slides easily through their flesh, this time spraying him with a gorgeous coat of crimson. No longer able to resist the urge, you slip behind him to lick the crook of his neck, enjoying the iron taste on your tongue. He groans softly and leans back into you, his grip slipping on the live corpse which has wide and horrified eyes. You chuckle at the pathetic expression and stare into their eyes as you gently bite Helen's flesh, hands settling on his hips as you nearly lose my mind from the delectable moan he produces. It's muffled by his mask but you still hear it clearly in the hushed ambience of the forest. As more blood coats him, You lose more restraint and soon your hands cannot leave his body. The blood is warm and sticky on your fingers, occasionally coagulating enough to pull at his skin when. The corpse is hardly even twitching by now, the spark of life clearly gone from it. A stark contrast to the heavy breath and writhing of Helen's body in your arms.

"P-Perhaps~" he groans out, hushed enough to barely be comprehended through the mask, "I don't n-need to paint~" his voice is practically a whine, hitching each time teeth sink into him, leaving bright marks in their wake, easily visible even amidst the moon's shadows.

"What are you trying to suggest, beautiful?~" you hiss in his ear, eyeing the shudder it produces as his shaky grip on your arm rhythmically tightens.

"I..." he whined, choking on his embarrassment, as if there isn't a lifeless human under his feet, still oozing blood "I need you, (Y/n)~ H-Help me clean this blood off~" he arched into you, only feeding your ravenous hunger for him.

"Mhhh~ how could I possibly refuse my precious boyfriend~"