#Maria's fall

[burntbrownsugar]

It’s MY turn to crash out over a Robotnik goddammit

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Top and bottom halves individually!

[cyani-ion]

Gouache and colored pencil

I want the future games to use movie maria’s personality so bad from now on. Her and Shadow actually seemed like best friends/siblings!

I’m gonna watch it for the 3rd time tomorrow 💖✌🏾

[eighthman-bound]

Sonic fans everytime when that blond kid shows up in any kind of media-

Sonic fans when said Child is seen getting shot for the dozenth time-

[renae022]

since movie Shadow was probably created during the 70’s

[emilybluntsource]

EMILY BLUNT as JODY MORENO in THE FALL GUY (2024) dir. David Leitch

[thatsalotoftoons]

this bitch is literally allergic to being alive or sum

[renard-dartigue]

More fem Shadow and Maria. I thought about genderbending Maria but the thought of her treating Shadow like a little sister was too cute not to draw.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

“tails reminds shadow of maria” what about tails reminds shadow of himself? hi, my name is overgrown and in this presentation ill be discussing

[soulmaking]

[pinkofatom]

Maria's corruption

Content Warning: Femdom, Femsub, Futanari, Transformation, Centaur, Corruption, Humiliation

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Maria kneeled in front of the chapel's altar. Light poured through the blue window over her. Her blonde locks, her one vanity, cascaded beneath her veil to the ground. Most of her body, blessed with moderate curves, was hidden beneath her dark blue uniform.

Hands raised in prayer, she gave praises to the goddess when the doors to her small wayward sanctuary creaked. Interrupting her ritual, she stood up, hands clasped in front of her stomach. A small smile graced her lips at the sight of a stranger. She looked unkempt, her clothes tattered, but the silver badge hanging on her coat meant one thing. The poor soul was a guild member—one of the people who used their talents for the betterment of all.

Graceful, she stepped forward, delighted by her careful but respectful stance. Rarely visitors showed proper manners, looking at Maria's chapel as if it were a typical tavern. Yet here entered a woman clearly having survived a terrible ordeal and still acting pious. Her heart swelled. She would give her best morning service and hospitality to the woman.

"Welcome, stranger. Feel the goddess' blessing upon you and know no ill shall befall you," Maria greeted softly. "Please pray with me; the morning service has just begun."

A smirk appeared on the stranger's face, a tiny little thing Maria barely noticed. It had been so long since she talked with people. Was this a good sign? The stranger's following words reassured Maria of her good intentions.

"I would be delighted, madame bishop." Velvet tones belying the rough exterior caressed her ears.

From Maria's lips escaped a small laugh. Fast, she tried to hide it behind her right hand while warmth seeped into her cheeks. Embarrassed, she corrected the woman.

"Oh no, I am not a bishop. Just a simple nun." Taking a deep breath, she straightened her lower dress. "Please follow me." She smiled at him.

Together, they knelt in front of the altar. Maria clasped her hands together. Steady, she recited the morning prayer.

"Oh goddess, protector of mankind. We, your children, thank you for bringing a new day. May our actions please you." With that, the morning service started.

A soft hymn followed her main chant, her guest matching her tune. Surprised, she stared a bit too long into the stranger's beautiful eyes. Amber pools, almost akin to a lion's, captivated her. They seemed so deep that Maria felt lost inside. Suddenly, she stumbled in her reciting. Cold flooded her veins while heat burned her face. Oh no, what had she done?

But the visitor kept gazing into her crystal blue eyes. The adventurer's gaze held her. Assured she continued her prayers.

"Oh goddess, mother of mankind, bless us with your pleasure?" The last word intoned like a question. These were not the usual words. Maria stared more deeply into the woman's amber pools. She had nothing to worry about. Everything was fine. Maria knew this and felt how right everything was.

The stranger nodded, an assuring, pleasant smile on her lips. Relaxed, Maria enjoyed her prayers. Nothing was wrong, and whatever happened only helped her. Slowly, a fog clouded her thoughts. Thickening, it became harder and harder to concentrate. But her lips still formed pious words.

"Oh lady of pleasure, hear our words, bless our bodies." Deep, heavy breaths filled the gaps between her monotone words. All she wanted was to stare at the magnificent woman. Molten heat spread between her legs. Lust swirled within her mind. Fog now enveloped every thought. Every try to dispel these confusing feelings made them stronger.

"Thank you, oh lady of lust, grant us enlightening delight." What was happening? Her pussy quivered in excitement, and something warm pressed out. For the first time, her breasts ached. Yet all she desired was the stranger. Her deep red skin. The vuloptuos curves glittering naked under purple lights. Those black majestic horns proudly erected from her forehead. And the bulging manhood beneath tattered trousers.

Licking her lips, tingling with new plumpness, she continued. "Oh great lady of deviance, fill this willing form with your unending lust." Heavy, irregular pants interrupted her chants. Maria struggled not to moan wanton. But her growing pussy had become sensitive beyond her experiences. Dizziness drowned her mind. Did the church always glow so brightly? Violet light radiating from the window illuminated her perverted body.

"Envelop this loyal vessel with your forbidden presence."

Hard she breathed, no, panted, the scent of roses filled her nose. Maria couldn't bear any longer. She was falling apart. In front of a complete stranger, her nipples were stiff. Ready and dripping desire, the sacred flower underneath her habit exposed itself. Muscles strained her abdomen, and the mouth-watering taste of honey dominated her tongue. Excited, her tail swished forward. Wildly like a whip, it danced in front of her eyes. Black shined with purple on her cute spade-shaped tip. Enticing it wrapped around her naked leg. With a step backward, she had to catch herself. A loud clack followed.

Maria looked down at herself. Deformed feet, more akin to ridiculous high heels, barely greeted her. A deep cleavage constructed with her heavy, full breasts constricted in a tight corset — hindered her gaze. From her bubble butt flowed a spade-tipped devil's tail. And small batwings fluttered with excitement. Confused, her hands scrambled up and touched the tiny horn buds threatening to emerge from her temple. Maria gasped; hot desire rushed straight toward her weeping folds. Wet squelches accompanied her shaking legs. This couldn't be real!

The stranger's harmonious voice rang out, banishing all confusion and replacing it with blind obedience: "Come here and fulfill your purpose."

Hungry, a sudden intense need drew her closer, away from her holy sanctuary. Instantly, she kneeled before her new mistress, not caring that wetness dripped onto the floor. "Yes," escaped her dumb whore mouth, "anything." The burning of corruption intensified. Skin and flesh merged in the shape her mistress desired. Horns, breasts, and thick thighs grew.

Excited, her demonic creator purred, "Now beg."

Trembling, Maria lowered her head. Devotion radiated off her naked, shivering body. Breathlessly, she begged. "Please use this worthless flesh, break me, crush my spirit. Let no remnants remain. Make me yours."

Impatient, the stranger undressed herself. A dick, girthy beyond anything her naive virgin eyes imagined, waved in front of her. Long, Maria salivated. Obscene, she licked her glossy red lips. Desperate, she leaned closer. Head swimming with subservience, all her useless, pious thoughts replaced with obedience. Only her mistress' needs were essential.

Suddenly, the demoness' commanding voice derailed her lust. "Rub that slutty face against my cock. Impregnate your debased features with my strong, virile stink."

Fast Maria obeyed. Before her existed a void, hollow. No dreams or ambitions remained, not even memories. Her body was nothing but a vessel of the Lady to spread her glory. Passion drove her being, a carnal hunger impossible to sate.

Devoted, Maria lavished the impressive length, coating the entire mighty rod with her drool and slime. The smell was horrible, utterly putrid. Rotten fish mingled with vinegar, a stench of the highest order. Maria inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with this musk. Burned the unforgettable reek into her weak, corrupted mind.

"Lick and suck. Taste the superiority of the demon realms. Worship the Lady through my cock."

Face distorted, Maria shivered in joy, pussy vibrating with sexual exhilaration. Lavishly she encircled her thick slutty lips with a lewd, smooth tongue. Wide-mouthed, she swallowed. Commanding fingers combed through her blonde hair. Up and down bounced her head, swallowing her misstress' member deep into her throat. Sucking hard, cheeks stretched wide, Maria's feminine oral orifice slurped desperately. Globs of spit coated her chest. Ropes of bubbling juices connected her face to her demoness' fantastic girth.

Above her, mistress rumbled in approval. Encouraged, she worshiped the majestic cock faster. Pleasure reverberated inside her transformed mind. Submerged, she surrendered to primal wants; the only thing left was a bestial wish to be used, fucked, and impaled. Struggling, she gulped. The glorious pillar filled her esophagus.

Maria cried in heart-breaking bliss when the demoness' load flew down her throat. Swirling, vicious, and viscous, the unholy cream seared through her guts. On the inside, she transformed — melting, mutilating her human qualities. A low, satisfying grumble emerged out of the demoness' stomach.

With a loud plop, her mouth disconnected from the massive erection. Glassy-eyed, she bowed down, her tits pressed upon the cold stone.

"Thank you, mistress, for making this lowly woman a servant of the Lady," she spoke ecstatically, licking the white remnants splattered on the floor.

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Maria knelt in front of the altar, hands mauling her massive tits in prayer. Violet light illuminated her chapel, drops of sweat clearly visible on her barely covered form. Long devil's ears listened intently behind her golden curls. Behind her back flapped a long spade-tipped tail. Large horns grew near her temples, protruding up wards. Purple and red colors were mixed in intrinsic designs on her pale skin.

Nothing showed her previous existence — the pious young nun — whose chapel housed wayward travelers, servants to the greater good. Instead, a denizen of debauchery would greet the wary.

The doors creaked open. A young woman entered heavily, panting. Red hair and traveler's robes wet from rain.

Maria licked her plump, thick lips. She sauntered, swaying her wide child-bearing hips, towering her intended target. Blue slutty eyes glazed over the newcomer's weary expression.

"Welcome... traveler. Know that the Great Lady blesses you. Please participate in my morning... prayers," purred Maria.

Mindful Maria hid her actual appearance beneath an illusion.

The newcomer answered, confused and tired, her green doe-like eyes lingering on the demoness's face. "Prayer sounds nice," she whispered.

Smiling, Maria let the poor girl to the altar. Her cheeks were already red. Good, everything would go according to plan. The demoness hummed a soft tone. Gentle, her husky velvet voice coaxed the simple-minded woman into praying.

"... our actions please thee."

At the end, she waited. An innocent frown rested on her victim's freckled face.

"My mind feels blurry. Like something is missing," muttered the unsuspecting, wide-eyed visitor.

Maria watched. Every reaction was carefully cataloged.

"Sometimes the goddess obscures the unpleasant. Let the sensation wash over you."

Trembling, the woman rose, and heavier breathings reverberated from the walls. "I... I feel strange. So aroused. This is not right," whimpered the foolish human.

Harmonic, sweet giggles filled the space. Naughtily Maria caressed her naive pray, hands cupping the petite woman's cheeks, leaning the confused visage close.

"Yet it feels so wonderful, so intoxicating. An ocean of unknown pleasure waiting to be explored. Do not resist the Lady's calling," instructed Maria.

The other's eyes widened, dilating pupils until dark black replaced the emerald hue. Tears streamed freely over hot cheeks. Weak, feeble resistance collapsed. Mouth breathing, the human shuddered one last time.

"Obey," stated calmly the predatory succubus.

Instantly, the mortal stood still, stiff like a mannequin. Arms hanging limp beside her body. Emptiness stared ahead.

Maria chuckled in delight. Hands stroke the simpleton's smooth, soft face, massaging her nose and scalp. Nails digging deep into flesh molded the victim's face. Delicate facial structures came alive and broadened. Freckles vanished, cheeks rounded up, and lips swelled, stretching an innocent, pretty visage into a sexy, voluptuous model.

Humming, satisfied with the progress, Maria gripped lower. Sharp talons danced along shoulders. Furrowed fabric disappeared, falling in crumbles to the ground. Silently, Maria enjoyed her handwork, relishing how breast mounds fattened up. Fat accumulated. Each orb was heavy and pillowy, a mountain of sin.

Steady like clockwork, the succubus applied her expertise to the hips and legs. Sharp talons cut the lower body in half, and dark magic was woven. Slowly, the woman transformed. Where once stood two, now four legs existed. Hooves clacked on the stone floor. A long back with black fur ended in a tight, muscular flank. Excited, a horse's tail flicked from side to side.

Under the spell, her prey mumbled a hoarse neigh. Yet there were more subtle changes. New parts swelled between powerful equine muscles.

Shaped into an erogenous area sat the entrance to an inviting pussy. Musky flaps resting between muscular thighs.

With pride, Maria stared at the newborn centaur, a guardian for her chapel, a broodmare for her Lady. The proud animal hybrid shook herself awake. Red-brown eyes focused on its mistress, adoration glistening inside.

"How may this knight serve, lady bishop?"

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

i cope with making memes. good thing i already have this series going

[cosmicoriole]

🌕"Tonight...Gehrman joins the Hunt."🌕

Gives me chills every time I hear it.

This painting is called 'Surrogate'. I tried some new things, but still delivered on the fall vibes for the season 🍁🍂

Gehrman is one of the more fascinating characters of the franchise to me because of his elusive story. There's so much we 'know' about him because of connections and inferences, but there isn't much that is outright said about him, and even that is often debated in the community.

What was his relationship with Laurence? Maria? The Moon Presence? What were the circumstances that landed him in the dream? Why a scythe? Why a doll? There's so much that we're only left to guess about him, which is ironic since knowing his circumstances exactly would really solidify a lot of the story.

What's your favorite Gehrman theory/lore bit?

Thank you for looking!

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[fordtato]

Oh my God. Between Gerald Robotnik's lost journal and the background human character named Victoria that signs indicate might be a long-lost sibling (or niece) of Maria, I think the Sonic franchise is doing a Gravity Falls.

[cabinetteofcuriosities]

Heavily obsessed with Bloodborne. — ⚔️🩸

[emilybluntsource]

EMILY BLUNT as JODY MORENO in THE FALL GUY (2024) dir. David Leitch

[grzybjek]

recent sketches!!

The first pic are redesigns of my 2019-2021 ocs! If you remember any of these characters no you dont! Embarrassing. Second is Maria, Marysia, my beloved protagonist for my newest project. Third is Helena my favorite rat. And fourth is Maria once again, with her friend, Juras, also a character from my newest project