#LOOK AT THIS FUCKING SATYR

[lewalrus]

My friend came up with a Deadsam AU based on greek mythology where deadman is a satyr and I've been pŕetty obsessed with it since then

[solazu1]

Mythic AU Tim wasn't treated like a freak as a kid because he was a satyr and mentally ill, it was because he ate fabric and paper like a fucking goat.

[benetnvsch]

what if we were fucked up creatures but we were in love?

[adriartts]

alas, turns out grad school is hard so i haven't been drawing much of anything BUT. now. some side characters for yall

[sophiagrimes]

my pro tip for nerds is this. i always think i look good because i always imagine how i would be described in a book, like im an important character that the main character is meeting for the first time. when my hair looks bad, no it doesnt, it looks like i have better things to worry about. my sneakers are not ugly they’re practical, and i’m clearly ready for anything by having them on. my eyes always shine. and of course its mentioned how friendly my smile is. the only one wearing a watch, a casio, again very practical. she looks like shes about to run off and whoop ass. wow so cool i hope i get to talk to them. oh shit, its ME!

[deadbutcaffeinated]

WHY IS THE FIRST IMAGE FOR A SATYR ABSOLUTELY PACKED

THAT THING IS LIKE A FUCKING SNAKE SNIFFING AROUND ITS LITTLE SNAKE DEN FOR FOOD

THAT SHIT IS POINTED STRAIGHT UP. IT GOES PAST HIS BELLY BUTTON

THAT PUSSY? TO SHREDS YOU SAY??

[unproduciblesmackdown]

today days old faun/fauna same etymology (equivalent to pan roman god faunus &/or fauna)

[breitzbachbea]

Charlie should have a beard in the Golden Age AU and it is imperial that we put him in the stupidest fucking one available.

[the-cooler-king]

In my perfect world, kratos and freya are brothers for life. They have a Warriors Bond and Parent Bond that cannot be denied. That being said freya moves in with birgir and they get married the end

[psychoticwillgraham]

honey…. that’s just a straight up lobster

[specsthesecond]

Imagine being a nymph

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖡼.𖧧𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖧧.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖡼𖧧𖥧𖡼.𖥧𖧧.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You exist somewhere in between being older than most living things but young in comparison to the ancient forest you reside in. You laze all day on lush moss and wander through thick meadows in the evening.

You spend most of your time with your fellow nymphs and the Satyrs, who also inhabit the forest. You join the satyrs in their festive orgies, their never ending debauchery and stamina is always entertaining. The satyrs are very close with the nymphs, both being able to keep up with the others insatiable apatites. They often invite you to praise their god in the only way they know how; sex, parties, wine and more sex. No matter what season, weather or time of day the forest is always filled with the pleasured sounds of your shared revelry.

You have your fun luring Human adventurers away from their parties, giving them little glances of your body behind thick trees. Humans also like it when you pretend to not notice them when they "accidentally stumble" across you sitting in your meadow. Either way when you have them to yourself it's always a fun arrangement. They always seem enraptured by you, all you have to do is bat your eyelashes and they come to you like they're locked in a trance. Always so hesitant at first like their dirty mortal hands shouldn't touch something as divine as your skin, you dispel those thoughts very quickly.

Sometimes the nomadic Centaurs travel through the forest, the nymphs and satyrs are always more than happy to welcome them into their home. The centaurs are proud creatures so you have to flirt a little harder than you do with humans or satyrs but traveling for months with no relief is so burdensome and why deny the cute nymph offering exactly the relief you need? When the huge man-beast eventually grumbles some admission of interest you waste no time bending over, hands on the lush forest floor, presenting your ass for the centaur to completely ruin on his massive horse cock.

The occasional traveling Orc camp will pop up now and then, that's always exciting. Orcs are very simple creatures and require little to no coaxing. You can usually just skip into the orc camp and plop yourself down on the nearest burly green hunk. They may be confused at first but a sultry look and a well placed hand will have them grinning from ear to ear, already half chubbed. It's a good idea to try and find the chief or clan leader as they might announce to the whole camp that they've found a useful fuck toy for the night. You might spend the day getting pounded by orc after orc until the late hours of the night. The only trace you'll leave behind for them when they wake is a trail of flowers and a few puddles of cum.

Goblins are similar to orcs but even more insatiable. Walking into a goblin camp in all your beautiful naked nymph glory will get you jumped and fucked within seconds. The small creatures don't care much at all for civility or decorum, they see a pretty thing like you walk into their camp and they're already scrambling and fighting each other for a hole. Not that they have any problems with sharing, during these particular nights there's always multiple goblin cocks being stuffed into all your holes, fitting in as many as they possibly can. They fuck till they drop, literally thrusting into your cum soaked holes till they pass out on the grassy floor.

Elves however, are another story. Elves never lose their composure, always so regal. When they travel through the forest they let the nymphs trail along with them, if only because this is your home they're walking through. You've only fucked elves very few times. The first being a noblewoman who weaved flowers in your soft hair while stealing glances at your naked body. You pleasured her in her tent one night, lapping at her pretty pussy as she gave you quiet but generous praises while gently stroking your hair. There was also the respected guard captain who you caught pleasuring himself by the river, he seemed very grateful for your assistance, fucking you ragged like he hadn't touched another person in centuries.

If you're lucky you may stumble upon the Minotaur that lives in the forest. You and the other nymphs like to play this game where you tease and taunt the Minotaur until he chases one of you down and fucks you into the dirt. It's not clear if getting caught means you win or lose but the other nymphs will sit around you, pet the minatour and coo at you as you get ferociously fucked by the beast until it fills your belly with it's seed. You're almost unconscious when the minatour is done but that won't stop the other nymphs from licking up the monsters cum from your abused hole while trying to coax the minatour into another round.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖡼.𖧧𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖧧.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖡼𖧧𖥧𖡼.𖥧𖧧.

[monstersflashlight]

Day 6. Monster-kinktober: Extra appendages + Cuckolding/Threesome

A/N: Hi there! So, for extra appendages I think it was mandatory to add a good hemi-peen situation. Enjoy!

Satyr x naga x fem!human || hemi-peen, double penetration (maybe triple), cuckholding, humiliation, (light) dom/sub, sharing is caring, dirty talk, praise kink (light)

When your boyfriend told you about his cuckhold fantasy, you were confused, but when he said the one acting it out with you would be the naga next door… You said yes way faster than he expected. You would feel bad about it, but you knew it turned him on, knowing that other monsters made you hotter than he did. Knowing you were wet just thinking about your next door naga’s dicks.

Both of you were equally surprised when you approached him and asked about it. He accepted pretty easily, curling his tail around your body and groping your boobs right there and then. Your boyfriend whimpered, and so did you, his strong scaled hands so different from your furry satyr’s ones, and the pressure of his tail around your body was making you lose all sense of normality. You wanted to fall to your knees right there and suck him off until he came all over your face so your boyfriend had to lick it off your face.

But he didn’t do any of that.

He undressed you slowly and groped your human body until he was satisfied and you were so wet your juices traveled down your thighs, making a mess. He laughed at your pathetic boyfriend for not being able to say anything to that, a tent forming in his pants. He called you a good girl, and you whimpered, blushing hard. But he didn’t make you come, he didn’t do anything else that day, just kissed you goodbye and patted your ass. Then he made you walk to your apartment naked, your satyr on your tail. (Thankfully nobody saw, but the prospect of somebody seeing made you so wet…) You made your boyfriend fuck you as soon as the door closed, but you knew it wasn’t enough… and so did he.

Not two days later, you were eagerly waiting for the knock on the door, and when he finally appeared, your knees almost gave up under you, your pussy tingling with anticipation. He didn’t even say hello before he was grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the bedroom, your boyfriend rushing behind you two.

And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, a cock buried in your pussy and another one in your asshole, your neighbor naga pounding into you. Your boyfriend was a pathetic mess across the room, his eyes pleading and soft whimpers escaping his mouth at every thrust from behind you. Your naga boyfriend held you by the hair, pulling your head up so you could stare into your satyr’s eyes as he fucked you senseless. It was weirdly arousing to see your pathetic boyfriend as someone else fucked both of your holes. It was hot, and exhilarating. You were in cloud nine.

“Look at her, you pathetic bug. Look at her face, she looks like she’s enjoying herself, isn’t she? Of course she is. I’m filling her better than you ever could.” The naga said as your boyfriend whimpered, his hand furiously rubbing over his clothed dick. Your mouth was open, unable to form words as he thrust inside of you. “Do we let him come?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Nah… I don’t think he deserves it.” He was basically talking to himself, his thrusts relentless. “Should we torture him a bit more, darling?” You nodded and groan when he hit a good spot inside of you. “Pathetic bug, come to bed, on your knees in front of her,” he instructed. Your boyfriend did as he was told without complaining, his dick hard and leaking profusely. “Feed her, she seems hungry. Aren’t you, darling?” You nodded again, desperately, your mouth watering at the sight of your satyr’s dick right in front of your face. He didn’t move, though, and the naga didn’t like that at all. “Can’t you even listen, you stupid satyr? I said feed her,” he ordered, an edge of danger in his tone.

You shivered at his words, and your boyfriend quickly moved forward until his dick was close enough to suck it. You threw yourself at him, but the naga fucking you relentlessly didn’t allow that. He stopped you with a hand on your head, pulling at your hair in a way that made your pussy clench and his rhythm stutter. You wanted to grin, but his next thrust was even harder, making your eyes cross as he hit your G-spot. You screamed his name and he laughed cruelly.

“You aren’t in control either, darling. I like you better than him, but here I’m the one giving orders, are we clear?” You both nodded, your combined whimpers sounding pathetic over the sounds of skin slapping skin as he thrust inside of you. “That’s better, good girl,” he praised, making you groan. He took advantage of your open mouth and thrust inside of you with such force you fell forward and your boyfriend’s dick ended up in your mouth. “Just like that, suck him… but don’t let him come,” he warned. You nodded and started bobbing your head up and down frantically. All your holes were full of dick, and your brain couldn’t process more sensations.

You were completely cock-drunk.

The dicks and thrusts combined into a big mess of emotions and sensations, you didn’t know where you ended and they started. You didn’t know what time it was or who you were, you only knew you had never felt so full and you were about to explode. You groaned around the dick in your mouth, your eyes closing with the intensity of your pleasure as the naga behind you slapped your ass and pinched your nipple, the edge of pain driving you insane. And when he finally rubbed your clit, you exploded into a thousand pieces and pushed your satyr boyfriend away as you screamed the naga’s name. Not two seconds later you felt your holes being filled with warm come, and it only drove you wilder.

When it all ended, your neighbor was covering your body with his, his long tail curled around your middle, both of you breathing hard. “That was phenomenal, I bet he couldn’t make you come that hard…” He whispered against your ear, you giggled, turning around to look back at him and shook your head. He was right. “Of course he couldn’t, he’s just a pathetic loser. Look at him darling, he’s right there jerking off because he’s so lame he enjoys his girl being played by others… Tsk.” He sighed. “Do you think he deserves to come now?” You were about to say yes when something inside of you lighted up.

“N- no,” you whispered, your throat raw. Your boyfriend whimpered, and the naga laughed. “I- I’m still messy, he should clean your cum off my holes…” You said, shy all of sudden.

The naga looked at you with a proud expression, smirking. “That’s a great idea, you are such a good girl,” he praised. “Come here, loser. Clean her so we can have a second round,” he ordered. “And don’t you dare come before I say so,” he added, making you shiver in anticipation at the prospect of another round. Your holes were still tender, but you wanted him inside of you… you could deal with soreness tomorrow either way.

[adriartts]

Redesign her because something wasn't right. get a load of this guy (girl mode)

[rainbowpopeworld]

Wellllll, The Good Fight kind of jumps the shark at some point. They have multiple musical interludes sprinkled throughout the last couple seasons. One of them is like School House Rock. One of them is this. I honestly don’t remember the rest at the moment 😂

I made a post with the rest of the song and more context about Roland Blum here:

Why has no one been talking about this???? I still don’t understand why they have him singing. Hehe

[thoodleoo]

if i had a nickel for every time i was looking for a specific piece of ancient material culture and instead found art of a satyr fucking a goat, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's kind of weird that it happened twice

[greenconverses]

As I've mentioned a few times times, one of the actual interesting things Riordan is doing in this new series is mentioning Percy's obvious rage issues and then not actually doing anything with it other than making Percy swallow the anger down so he stays Nice and Controlled at all times.

Which, if we were dealing with pre-Disney+ show deal RR, could be a great character arc over the course of the series where Percy learns to actually deal with his anger and trauma while he's actively being triggered by petty godly bullshit. But Wrath made it pretty clear he's okay with letting Percy eat shit emotionally as long as everyone is one big happy team in the end and we're Therapy Speaking ourselves into the sunset, so I don't think that's happening.

Wrath sets up a conflict between Grover and Percy that's pretty simple: Grover eats a magical thing he's specifically told not eat and causes chaos that puts Percy's quest at risk. Reminder, these stupid quests are so Percy can get into college and Grover knows this. Percy gets angry at Grover; so angry Annabeth can see it and shoos him out of the room so he doesn't explode. And then he just... tries to stop being angry, assumes Grover means well, and carries on pretending it's not Grover's fault while being resentful because it's totally Grover's fucking fault.

Eventually, we get a scene where Grover attempts to make things right by putting himself into danger and Percy freaks out because, duh, he doesn't want his friends to get hurt. Grover then attempts to apologize by admitting he maybe sorta kinda subconsciously wanted to sabotage things. And it's here where we run in to trouble.

Please notice that Percy immediately tries to reassure him that he's not responsible despite Grover acknowledging it. Then we get the good ol' Grover tears and looking like a poor bullied baby before he confesses to sabotaging his best friend's quest because he doesn't want to be left behind. And with that, all of Percy's anger is gone because how can you be mad at your friend for that?

Uh, pretty fucking easy, especially if my idiot satyr friend knows exactly what the consequences of failing the quest is (forget the college letters; Percy is under the assumption that Hecate will unmake him if he fucks up) AND said idiot frequently has gone MONTHS without seeing me because of his job and, in fact, several months from now will be halfway across the country anyway helping Apollo with some different quest bullshit!!!!

I digress.

Suddenly, Percy is the bad guy for being mad at Grover. And this continues with the next part of the conversation.

How hard it's been on him?????

Percy Jackson, you are constantly blowing literal gaskets because of the stress you are under, and you're worried about how hard college applications has been on GROVER???????

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have been thinking about how you felt rather than stressing about getting into college."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have been thinking about how you felt rather than stressing about getting into college."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have been thinking about how you felt rather than stressing about getting into college."

like

are you kidding me here rick

are you FUCKING kidding me

PERCY needs to APOLOGIZE to GROVER for PRIORITIZING COLLEGE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

And then Grover makes a joke about Percy's shitty gpa because dunking on Percy in an emotional conversation is totally fine because his emotions don't actually matter to any of his friends. He'll get over it! He's Percy, duh. He's not a ticking time bomb of resentment full of grudges whatsoever.

I think we're supposed to see this as Percy maturing and being forgiving, but is he? He doesn't tell Grover he forgives him. Percy's the one apologizing in the end because he's been guilted into feeling bad that Grover is sad/upset and put himself in danger. The conflict doesn't actually get resolved because Percy brushes it aside; it doesn't matter any more because Grover is sad and must be reassured. No one's going to learn anything from this because there have been no consequences. Grover's gonna do some dumb shit again, Percy's gonna get mad at him, Grover will cry and make up a sad sack excuse, and Percy will stop being angry because Grover's his bestie and what else is he supposed to do?

(This could be a good character arc about how Percy's fatal flaw makes him have a really messed up view of friendships and the meaning of loyalty, but again, we will be denied.)

And for the record, just because your friends have compelling reasons for their shitty actions doesn't make them any less shitty. It doesn't mean they shouldn't apologize for their fuck ups or negate the hurt they caused you. Forgiveness needs to be earned, not manipulated out of you through tears and reckless actions.

Grover can get fucked. I hate this fucking character.