#Monster distribution system

[2-dsimp]

Since URIEL isn't ready Seraphi is off limits and Azrael isn't a good father figure.... *👹 UMPS ON JERICHO👹* "👹👹GIVE ME UR BABUIESSS 👹"

𝚌𝚠: 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

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𝙿𝚘��: 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎

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The Incubus Twins

They are both made by @2-dsimp

[4-dsimpvns]

M⃣y⃣ 1st U⃣p⃣c⃣o⃣m⃣i⃣n⃣g⃣ Y⃣a⃣n⃣d⃣e⃣r⃣e⃣ v⃣i⃣s⃣u⃣a⃣l⃣ n⃣o⃣v⃣e⃣l⃣ introduction post!

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Mͫoͦn̾s̾tͭeͤrͬ Dͩiͥs̾tͭrͬiͥb𞀓uͧtͭiͥoͦn̾ s̾y̾s̾tͭeͤmͫ

ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴍ∙ᴅ∙s∙ (ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ): is an 18+ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ɢᴀɴɢ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs, ᴛᴀʟᴏɴs, ғᴀɴɢs, ᴇᴛᴄ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ∙

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪs ᴜʀɪᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜs∙ ʜᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇғɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴜʙɪ/ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜs'ᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴀʟᴜɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʟᴜsᴛ∙ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʜɪs sɪʟʟʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟs ʙʏ ʜɪs ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇs∙

ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ Yandere ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs:

ᴀᴢʀᴀᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ (sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ Becoming your Stoway)

ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴅʟᴏʀᴅ∙)

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To learn more about these potential suitors check out my blog @2-dsimp and then come back here to ask further questions about the games development!

Questions already answered on my other blog:

Game Premise and warnings!

NSFW pricing

MC design

[2-dsimp]

He looks so cuteeee but also deadly 👀

I love it o(≧v≦)o❤️

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

You know back when the AU was a comic, I was able to gloss over so much of the politics of Mewni Creek I was not well equipped to handle and focus instead on the relationships and bonds that were important to the story going forward and explain the new governmental system of this combined world after it had been established and the masses calmed long down.

But now? Now that it’s a fic? Now that I have to essentially re-start the Ovelia establishment and better flesh out her blossoming friendships and connections to the main cast?

I’ve really gotta buckle down and write the politics and post-Cleaved chaos don’t I.

Man…

[lususnatura]

🎤 🎤 🎤

a song that i associate with my muse meme!

AHH, hey, ramone!! thank you for sending in this prompt :D since you sent in three of the mic's, i shall now be treating you to three songs that make me think of blamore when i hear them / that i associate with it. an explanation of why i chose them will be in the tags <3

hozier - who we are.

icehouse - crazy.

depeche mode - personal jesus.

[linkspooky]

Hi!! I'd like to ask you, after all that happened, do you think the new generation of Jujutsu Kaisen had managed to break the generational trauma of their world? Sorry for tautology.

Thank you

So basically, you're asking:

Did Gojo successfully reform the Jujutsu World?

The answer to that question is no - at the start of the series Jujutsu relies on child soldiers to exorcise curses in an endless cycle. At the end of the series the child soldiers are still child soldiering. However, I wouldn't go so far as to say that the story is pointless or that Jujutsu Kaisen had a negative dystopian ending like My Hero Academia. Gojo's reforms were doomed from the beginning, Gojo never planned on revolutionizing that much about Jujutsu Society because Gojo IS Jujutsu Society.

If you look at the ending one way, Gojo got exactly what he wanted. The elders are dead, the only adults left around are either Gojo's allies like Utahime, Shoko, Ijichi, Takuma Ino and Kusakabe and ones with no particularly loyalty to anyone that can be bought with money like Mei Mei.

Gojo outlined his proposed reforms early on in the manga, and never at any point did he say he was going to tear down the system. Gojo's goal in recruiting children was to raise them up into powerful allies who would eventually replace the people on top.

The only thing Gojo really changed about his plan over the course of Jujutsu Kaisen is that he decided to speed up the process by killing the elders and making a monster of himself, when he realizes that if he's not around the elders might do something like declare all of his allies enemies of the state or put another execution order on Yuji.

Even then it's not to dismantle the system, it's a purely pragmatic decision because after Shibuya the elders all tried to eliminate every single one of the members of Gojo's faction by declaring them outlaws and putting an execution order out on anyone who tried to unseal him from the box. Gojo is slaughtering the elders to prevent that from happening again.

Even then Gojo is not really changing the way that power is distributed in his society, it's still all concentrated at the top. Gojo is not some radical who wants to destroy the system, the most radical thing he does killing the elders he follows up by immediately putting Gakuganji in charge, the old man who tried to use his own students to assassinate another student. He kills all the old men and then replaces them with another old man - guys Gojo is not a down with the system person.

Gojo is the kind of person who would argue that everything wrong with the system is the result of a few bad apples, and if you took those people out then the system would be fixed. That is his plan essentially. Gojo never had the revelation that Geto did, that Jujutsu Society is essentially feeding children into a meat grinder by making child sorcerers exorcise curses again and again in an endless cycle. He never had that moment where he realized that maybe being a child soldier is bad and children shouldn't have to fight in the first palce.

Gojo doesn't understand the hardship of the lifestyle of an average Jujutsu Sorcerer, because he lives for Jujutsu. He's not even remotely disappointed when he found out that Sukuna killed him, because that was how he always expected to die, young and in the middle of battle.

The fact that sorcerers die pointlessly over and over again doesn't affect Gojo the way that it does Geto, because for Gojo that is the life he was born into. That was how he lived, and that's how he expected to die. Gojo fits so well into the world of Jujutsu that he is perfectly content being a cog who exists solely to exorcise curses, and he doesn't understand why someone like Geto would ever become dissatisfied by it or leave.

Gojo is upset when elders abuse the youth, but that's specifically because Gojo does not like how the older generation clings to power instead of handing the reigns to the next generation. Gojo's ideology is notably the opposite of Sukuna's because while Sukuna believes that weak people should know their place and stay underneath him, Gojo wants the students that he's raising to eventually surpass him.

Gojo definitely did want to protect children so they could live out their youth, (mainly because Gojo is projecting onto them his sorrow over having his springtime of youth with Geto ripped away) but Gojo does not understand that it's the entire world of Jujutsu that's a threat to the youth.

He doesn't understand say the way that Nanami does, that the students at Jujutsu High while powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers are ultimately just children, and shouldn't have to be exposed to this violence or given such adult responsibilities at this age.

Gojo understands that when he was younger, he was left behind. Geto could not keep up with the monumental task of being a sorcerer, Geto could not remain a part of the endless cycle of consumption and exorcism anymore so he just left. Gojo not only didn't understand why he left, at the time he didn't have the strength to leave with him or go outside the system the way that Geto did.

Gojo's proposed reforms of society all come from Geto's defection and the moment of revelation he has afterwards. One that he didn't see the problem coming with Geto until it was too late, and two that strength wasn't enough to save Geto. Despite the fact that Gojo was the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world, and despite the fact he could have easily killed Geto and that entire crowd of people Gojo was useless in that moment and there was not a single thing he could do or say to save his friend's soul or make his friend stay.

Considering these two revelations Gojo comes to the conclusion that he can be the strongest person in the world, but he still can't do anything he wants. What he needs are allies. Not only that, he needs to fix his mistake, so the next generation will be strong enough, that they'll all be able to support each other and no one will break like Geto did.

If you understand that from Gojo's point of view Jujutsu Society isn't an inherently bad thing, it was just a few corrupt people making it bad, and the to Gojo the lifestyle of a sorcerer is fun then it makes sense to Gojo the solution is to just raise a stronger generation or sorcerers who will a) replace the corrupt elders and b) be strong enough to support each other so another Geto situation doesn't happen.

From that angle, Gojo actually set out to achieve everything he wanted to achieve. The elders are dead, his allies are in control, and his students are all powerful and work together in ways that Gojo never could because he's always been a one man act.

However, if you look at the world the corrupt system is still pretty much in place. Simple domain no longer sucks the life force out of its users, and the Zen'in are gone, but Yuta apparently becomes head of the Gojo family meaning the clan system is still in place. Children are still being sent out together on missions instead of I don't know... learning math.

The revolution never occurred, because Gojo was never planning a revolution in the first place.

However, after spending this entire post bashing Gojo (he's my favorite character I promise I'm just tsundere) I will point out that he is succesful in one regard, and that Gojo is willing to step down and let someone else take the reigns. What Gojo hated the most was that the elders clung to power, enforcing outdated traditions, instead of letting the younger generation surpass them.

Gojo wants the younger generation to not only surpass him, but to do things in a completely different way than he did. Gojo was able to learn that there are other kinds of strength than just the way that he is strong. Something Sukuna doesn't learn or acknowledge until Yuji ultimately defeats him not through physical strength but the strength of his ideals. Gojo's saving grace is that he realizes that he can be wrong, and he's limited and he thinks the next generation can do far better than he can.

We see that happen onscreen too, Gojo gives his all to fight against Sukuna and beat him and loses. The peak of the sorcery world loses to Sukuna in a contest of strength and fails to save Megumi and his students because strength can only accomplish so much. Gojo is extremely limited in what he can do ultimately, which is why he trusts the unlimited potential of the next generation. Yuji surpasses Gojo, not by unlocking domain expansion, but by showing a different kind of strength.

Yuji's is a strength that allows for weakness to exist. The strength of empathy and cooperation which are traits that Yuji embodies. This is how he does things differently that Gojo.

I think it's telling that Gojo's domain expansion is one that overloads the human brain with information until they practically go braindead, while Yuji's domain expansion transported him and Sukuna to his hometown, and gave him time to speak with Sukuna and plead his case to try to convince Sukuna that he should care about people. Yuji's strength comes from caring for others and it's that strength that makes even the king of curses admit his loss and reconsider the way he lived that life.

So, Jujutsu Kaisen did not really end with the generational trauma broken, or the system reformed, but it did show us at least that the strength of Yuji's compassion is enough to turn a curse into a blessing. As shown when the final panel is Sukuna's finger, once an evil cursed object that attracted other curses, is now a ward that can protect others since the curse has finally been exorcised.

[dreamerofvalyria]

Nikto Distribution System?

So, as @ghouljams has mentioned in their Ghost Distribution System, we can all agree that Simon is basically a stray cat in disguise. He sees his human and goes "ah yes, that one's mine," and will let you lure him into your house with a few treats and praises. Good luck getting rid of him after that.

König is that big, excitable dog who comes crashing into your life, most likely bowling you over in the process. He's knocking things over and jumping all over you, blasting straight through all of your boundaries. Don't bother shouting at him, it'll just made him more excited.

But Nikto? He's more like that dog at the pound slated for euthanasia. He's aggressive and untrusting and has learned that it's better to bite first than to wait for someone to show their true colours. Not many people are willing to take a chance on an animal like that, and those that do are treated with suspicion.

You need to sit patiently with him, let him approach you in his own good time and never push his boundaries. It takes a long time for him to start trusting you, but once he realises you're not like everyone else? You're not just going to dump him back at the shelter the moment he shows any problematic behaviour? You have the most loyal dog known to man.

He will guard you with his life. He would kill for you, tear into the hands of anyone that gets too close, and then show his bloodied teeth to you for praise. He wants to be a good boy, but keeping you safe is more important than that and he doesn't care how many times he has to get hurt to do so.

For you, he's just a cuddly pup, more than willing to curl up on the couch next to you for a nap. With everyone else? They can't even get past the front gate without being snarled at. For outsiders he's nothing but a danger, and you're really the only person who can keep him on a tight leash.

He resource guards you like no tomorrow, very possessive of you and scared someone will take you from him. He might seem like a big, scary monster, but even rabid dogs only bite because they're in pain.

[2-dsimp]

POV: You made Jericho get too excited 👀

@cabieb

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Of course gotta say the creator of these characters is ✨ @2-dsimp ✨

TW slight nudity not rly tho I was going for Mortal Kombat outfits so it's kinda... Exposing?

Urielle the succubus

Azraella the succubus

So at first, they weren't going to fight in the woods....

Seraphina the succubus

[thydungeongal]

Out of prepublished modules/adventures/etc. from any system, what are your favorites?

I'm a huge fan of Gardens of Ynn and The Stygian Library by @cavegirlpoems, they're both OSR so roughly compatible with pre-WotC editions of D&D (0D&D to AD&D 2e) and other compatible games.

I'm very fond of Horror Harry's Haunted House, an introductory mystery for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy by @anim-ttrpgs. It's a perfect example of what I've previously spoken of as a "tutorial module": a module that lets the players learn the mechanics of the game by placing their characters in a low-stakes environment where they're not risking life and death while trying to solve the mystery, and because the mystery is literally like an escape room type attraction there are no actual consequences to the characters in the fiction should they fail to solve it or get the wrong culprit! It's great! You can get the game and the module here:

I'm also a fan of Music from a Darkened Room for Delta Green. It's a great haunted house module with a lot of really scary vibes. The original version of the module was released as a free pdf, but there's a new updated version that costs money which I haven't checked out. The original is a fun, albeit flawed scenario. The original free version is no longer distributed by the Delta Green license holders, but you can still find it. The updated version is only a few bucks in pdf.

Ultraviolet Grasslands is a fantastic prewritten module that actually has enough material enough for an entire campaign. It's basically a psychedelic science fantasy point crawl with illustrations in the style of Mœbius. Highly recommended.

[that-hazbin]

I've been thinking about the Media Demon AU and how things would be different - for starters I don't think Charlie's interview would be so bad. But rather then questioning if Sinners can be better Also, people would be questioning her why they would WANT to go to heaven - they don't want to be around those monsters, they want them to stop murdering them in yearly genocides! People would rather fight back then go to heaven - which means things might be different once Carmilla kills that Exterminator. Also at what point would Lucifer and Lilith reveal themselves as themselves to Alastor? Especially considering they've undoubtedly fallen for him by this point but they also know how badly people think of the royal family that signed off on Exterminations. And they've seen how different hell has become through Alastor's efforts - a sinner, not them. (Honestly, the average sinner probably thinks of Alastor more as a ruler then the King and Queen of Hell....)

You're right about Charlie's interview. Alastor specifically set up everything in Hell with the intention of Charlie not being treated like a total joke. It helps that he's in charge of the news in both radio and tv broadcasts, so characters like Katie Killjoy aren't going to be around.

There will be sinners questioning why they would ever want to leave Hell, but people aren't going to think Charlie's dumb for suggesting it, since there are sinners willing to go through with it if it means seeing their families again.

There's also one more thing. Exterminations are still happening, and overpopulation in Hell is still a problem. Everyone can see where Charlie is going with this and why she's doing this. Honestly speaking, Charlie probably wouldn't even bother with this project if it weren't for the fact that her people are being slaughtered once a year. They know that, and I'm pretty sure they're all aware that exterminators aren't the entire population of heaven. Again, their families are up there.

Sure, death rates are low in comparison to the other timeline since Alastor partnered with Carmilla and Sir Pentious for distributing security systems, but it's still happening, and it's still terrifying. In fact, it wouldn't be farfetched to believe that the exorcists would try to increase the extermination rate simply because the sinners got too good at keeping themselves safe.

I think Lucifer and Lilith wouldn't even need to reveal themselves to Alastor, because as soon as Alastor makes the connection that Charlie is the disguised half-imp he's basically took under his wing, he's going to know exactly who her parents are.

I think Alastor would make a dramatic scene about the reveal in front of Lilith and Lucifer, but internally, he doesn't actually care that much. He's already let go of his previous animosity regarding Lucifer because, again, his last memory before dying was Lucifer genuinely trying to save his life.

There's also the fact that the king and queen have actually been much more politically active than the previous timeline. They're going out more often disguised as an imp and succubus, and wouldn't you know? Imps and succubi deal with SO MUCH SHIT. Completely undeserved bullshit. This is to say that in this universe? The Helluva Boss trial just Would Not end the way it did, because the accusation on Blitzo would have been investigated.

Lilith and Lucifer are cracking down on prejudice so much more, now that they can actually understand it; because obviously they couldn't understand before, how could they? Lilith existed before different skin tones even did, and Lucifer is a fucking angel. Then, they were cast out and became royalty. They never once were in a position where they could understand prejudice, but now they've been hanging out with the media demon as hellborn for years.

So, yeah, Lucifer and Lilith would be scared of what Alastor would think about them given the uhhh, still Not Good reputation of the royal family. But Alastor would only give them shit about it to tease them, really. He's not actually upset with them and still quite likes them as individuals. (Especially knowing that they valued his opinions and point of view enough to make actual changes to the law when he complained about things. The fuck.)

(And yeah, the average sinner has way more respect for Alastor than the actual royal family. I wouldn't say all of hell thinks he's the actual ruler, but the Pride Ring? Yeah, despite Lucifer being the Sin of Pride, people look to Alastor for leadership.)

[teecupangel]

I just finished watching the anime Overlord and I had conflicted feelings about Ainz the entire time like "YES DON'T EXPLOIT WORKERS AND GIVE THEM EQUALITY" and "WHY DID YOU LET DEMIURGE EAT THE CHILDREN!?!?" so to cope a little, what would be your take on Desmond reincarnating in that world? Another possible scenario I kinda want to see would be Desmond actually being one of the Supreme Beings and getting Isekai from the start of the series

Oh, nonny. You reminded me that I really need to watch the new season. I’ve been putting it off because I’m so weak for Albedo that, had it not been for my RL situation, I would have been severely tempted by these.

Anyway, let’s lay some ground rules.

The world that the anime Overlord is set in would be more or less a typical magical world. It’s ‘unique’ setup is the fact that the main character is isekai’ed in that world together with the NPCs he and his guild members created for their guild. They become pretty much the villain in this situation and the main character loses some of his humanity because he became a lich.

Sooooo… let’s fuck Desmond up and put him in a similar situation.

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Let’s say that the game exists in his world and it’s globally published by Abstergo Entertainment, using a lite version of the Animus. It loads longer and extremely bulky compared to the Animus console in Black Flag and it’s the predecessor of the console that would be used to distribute Liberation (the version Abstergo edited).

During her free time, Rebecca messed with her Animus and made it possible to play the game (named YGGDRASIL in Overlord and we can keep it, make hints of it being connected to the actual Yggdrasil device Odin used) but, because of how her Animus works, only Desmond can go into the game. She noticed how Desmond was more relaxed playing it so she made NPCs for him because it’s a (illegal) private server. Shaun made one or two as well.

And it became Desmond’s downtime activity before leaving the Animus. It actually lowers the chance of him having a Bleeding Episode after leaving the Animus because he can go into the game and the NPCs would call him “Desmond”. It gives him time to remember who he is while still feeling the same realistic but alien sensation that the Animus gave him.

He also starts messing with the world. Well… the small kingdom that they created anyway.

They based it on the guild system with Desmond as the leader. At first, Rebecca created two NPCs based on her and Shaun to help Desmond get used to the control.

Afterwards, they started filling up their base with other NPCs that would work as bosses for each levels. Rebecca had to mess with the setting because there was no players to attack their base so she made NPCs and monsters from outside the base attack it randomly. This gives Desmond more to do.

What Desmond enjoyed though was managing the headquarters and upgrading the buildings and facilities. Shaun joked that this was because of Ezio and maybe it was.

Before long, Desmond was making his own NPCs and no one had the heart to tell him that he was making NPCs based on his ancestors and people they know (especially after Rebecca painfully elbowed Shaun before he could say anything the first time Desmond presented them with his first NPC)

After they got to the Grand Temple, Desmond used the game more like a coping mechanism, making their home impregnable with the best facilities he could think of (even going as far as research architecture and stuff)

By the time they got the key from Connor Davenport’s grave, Desmond had:

Created an underground tower with more than a hundred floors or so with their own themes and ‘gameplay mechanics’.

His first NPC has become the second in command, based on a homebrew race that Rebecca could only describe as ‘like human with divinity in them but with more omph!’. He’s based and named after Altaïr and is so OP that Rebecca actually says that he’s pretty much unbeatable. Desmond doesn’t care, it’s not like he was playing the game to play it with other people after all. Altaïr is magic-focused with maxed out magic and speed. His favorite attack is to rain down the stars in the sky and turn the lands into a cacophony of explosions.

Desmond’s second NPC isn’t any better. He’s based on Ezio and there’s actually three of them, each based on the three major points in Ezio’s life that Desmond relived. He’s in charge of the second to the last level, not that anyone has gotten that far to be honest. All three of them have different focus. One focuses on physical melee, one focuses on long range physical attacks, and the other focuses on magic. His level is actually the most populated because it’s filled with ‘cannon fodders’ that Desmond named after people Ezio recruited.

There’s a lot more NPCs that are bosses. Ratonhnhaké:ton is actually one of the ‘youngest’ NPCs created and Desmond barely managed to optimize his skill set. He’s a shapeshifter and, just to be a dick to anyone who want to go explore their base, he’s not a boss but a ‘traveler’. If the intruders have been in the same level for more than the specified (secret) time limit, Ratonhnhaké:ton would teleport to the floor and randomly take the shape of one of his forms. A wolf with a pack of ghost wolves, a large and fast bear with high self-healing stat or a large eagle that can phase through walls, all of which are picked at random. (In other words, Ratonhnhaké:ton works like the Reaper of the latter Persona games)

There’s a Malik NPC who acts more like a secretary and is in charge of Desmond’s level if he’s ‘offline’. (Does this mean Malik is Desmond’s Albedo? Uuuhhh… let’s just say he shares the same occupation as Altaïr in this case).

Shaun’s NPC is the boss of the library level where everything and anything is stored. In the Animus, this is actually Shaun just cramming every information he sees into the game because, hello, it actually has a bigger size than his laptop’s hard drive. A lot of shit in there was taken through… the ‘high seas’.

Rebecca’s NPC is the boss of the topmost (first) level. She wanted her NPC to act more like a tutorial guide and honestly? Being the first level boss means her NPC gets a lot of ‘screen time’.

Haytham is also a boss in one of the lower levels and his stage is set in a cathedral. He’s only one of the few NPCs that have a holy attribute.

Desmond doesn’t know it but the other NPCs he made are actually based on AC characters he will never meet (Edward, Arno, Shay, Jaocb, Evie, etc). He just thought he was filling up the roster and making different themes (Viking, Ancient Greece, Steampunk) because he was bored.

Oh. The last NPC Desmond created is a dragon egg he named Clay. Whether this Clay is an actual NPC dragonling or is actually Clay’s digital avatar that will get screwed up by his new draconian lineage is up to you XD

When he dies after saving the world, he wakes up in a bed that he recognized as the bed he always teleports into whenever Rebecca switches the Animus to the game for his downtime.

He knows something is wrong because his body feels weird but he would never understand how badly he’s fucked because his body composition stops him from seeing it as a fuck up.

Because Desmond’s player character?

The race of his character is a homebrew God race.

And Desmond is a god that cares for those who worship him and sees those who do not as dirt on the road.

.

In other words, Desmond and his ‘guild’ gets transported at the opposite side of where Ainz was transported. Also, Desmond’s base is underground so it took a bit of time before people realized they were there.

Enough time for Desmond to realize how the world he was in right now needed the guidance of a god who will be merciful to those who worship him.

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Hello Neighbor

Note: previously posted under nicsnort but Tumblr decided to shadowban then terminate the account without warning. (this will be my monster blog from now on, even if the other is reinstated)

m!werewolf (Darrick) x f!reader

Word count: 3806

Contains: heat sex, knotting, werewolf sex, talk of breeding

You're part of a study using an experimental skin cream. The effects have been interesting but suddenly take a turn for the horny. Luckily, your werewolf neighbor is willing to help you out.

If you want to ignore my self-indulgent worldbuilding lore skip the indented text

Department of Monster Affairs

MEMO: Internal use only TO: For dispersal among all staff FROM: Division of Monster Research TOPIC: Werewolf bites and bodily fluids  Cultural stories have long passed down the idea that a human bitten by a werewolf in their wolf or hybrid form during the full moon will transform said human into a werewolf the full moon after. This division has long since determined that information to be mostly false, as the bite must occur during a special ritual for the transformation to take place. However, we now confirm that minor human-to-werewolf transformations are possible outside this ritual. Additionally, it seems that the transference of bodily fluids from the werewolf to the human is the cause, not the bite itself; this includes saliva and blood, but sexual fluids appear to have the same effect. Upon exposure to a significant amount of werewolf fluids, the human body begins accepting the wolven anima into its being. Within the next few days, those exposed will show increased aggression, likelihood to growl, urges to chase prey, and desire to pack. If exposure to the fluids ends, the wolven anima will not bind with the human form, and effects fade over time. Continuing the exposure will prolong the effects and may induce further wolven behavior and biological changes such as heightened senses and increased hair thickness. For women, the biological changes also include a heat cycle; for men, this includes rutting responses to a woman's heat cycle. This appears to follow gender identity or at least hormone levels as a trans-woman on HRT experienced a heat cycle. These results are from observations and testing of the general population who have been engaging in intimate relationships with werewolves. Experimental tests with a wide representative sample are underway to verify the full extent and parameters of werewolf fluids' effect on humans. This new evidence indicates that the ritual bite binds the wolven anima to the human, creating a new werewolf. Considering this, basic medical care to treat bacterial infection is no longer enough for an agent to re-enter the field. All symptoms of wolven anima must be cleared from the system. This knowledge will be distributed to the public via updated guides after experiments have validated the results and we have more information. Additionally, werewolves now fall under the category of corruptive monsters; all previous classifications still stand.

“Thank you,” the researcher said as she finished rubbing the experimental cream into your skin. “As always, contact us immediately if there are any sudden changes in your mental state or physical concerns. Please return for your next application next week.”

“Of course,” you replied with a smile. It had been four months since you started the trials, and you know the drill now. Honestly, this had been one of the best choices in your life. When you first saw the ad on social media looking for volunteers for a body-enhancing topical cream based on monster science, you thought it was a scam, especially when you saw that they were paying a hundred a week with a bonus of two thousand for those who completed the full six-month trial. But you took the risk, and damn was it paying off. All you had to do was be slathered in a topical cream every week, do a finger prick blood test daily at home, and submit a five-minute check-in about anything strange you noticed about your body or mind at the end of the day.

You weren’t sure what they were exposing you to; they couldn’t tell you as it could interfere with their results or something. Initially, you had experienced some mood swings and increased aggression. Still, it had settled down, and now the only noticeable effects were your sense of smell and hearing becoming more sensitive. It was sometimes annoying, given that you lived in an apartment complex, but it was not a huge hassle. 

Before heading home, you swung by the grocery store to pick up some milk and meat. That was something else; you had been craving meat a lot since this started. While walking around the grocery store, you noticed a minotaur and a naga looking at you with interest. A blush came to your cheeks. Could they smell the cream on you? Usually, you went right home after an appointment, so you had never been out in public - and certainly not around monsters. They have been increasingly common in the area since the segregation laws were overturned, allowing humans and sentient monsters to mix freely. The older folks who remembered the Great Incursion hated it, but you didn’t mind too much. Most monsters are just like humans, merely with different physicality and cultures…and magical powers half the time.

With groceries gathered, you quickly headed home. Walking towards your building, you saw your next-door neighbor—a werewolf. He moved in six months ago for work and spent most of his time in hybrid form. Apparently, he was from the other side of the Rift, so he never had to use his humanoid form. Honestly, you never understood how people said they found monsters that didn’t look human attractive until you met him with his thick mahogany fur, piercing golden eyes, full tail, and broad chest that was barely contained by his human-style clothes…you could have sworn he was flirting with you the first couple of months after he moved in. Yet, his interest fell off a few months ago. He stayed friendly, though.

“Good day, neighbor,” he greeted with a smile. “Need help with those?”

“Thanks, Darrick. That’d be great.” Maybe it was because he wanted to prove he wasn’t a threat, but Darrick was extremely friendly. According to the DMA guides, werewolves were very social monsters due to their pack instinct, so maybe it was just that.

He took the heavy meat-filled shopping bag from your arms while you carried the milk. As he did, you noticed his large, wet nose flare and his pointed ear turn forward with interest. Another blush came to your cheeks. He could smell that cream on you, couldn’t he? Though you had to admit, his scent today was marvelous. A deep, musky scent caused your blush to travel across your body, transforming into an aroused flush.

Entering the building, you were deeply aware of his presence behind you as you climbed the steps to the second floor. Even more so, with each sway of your hips, you were aware of how deeply aroused you had suddenly become. Your swollen lips rubbed against the cloth of your panties with each stair. You had been feeling sensitive the past few days, but why did your arousal spike now?!

You stopped outside your door. As you fumbled for your keys, you heard Darrick sniff rapidly, his hot body leaning over you, caging you against the door. Glancing back, you saw his long tongue flick out from behind his sharp teeth as though tasting the air. Your mind instantly flashed to what that tongue would feel like between your legs.

“I got it from here, thanks,” you told him, desperate to get away before you did something you regretted as the scent of his musk filled your nostrils.

Your voice seemed to jolt something in him. “Right, of course,” he bent down and put the bag down on the ground. But that was a mistake. His muzzle was right at your crotch now. The scent of your arousal certainly reached his wolven nose.

On instinct, Darrick pressed his nose against your crotch. You could feel his damp, heated breath through your jeans. His chest rumbled with a low growl, the vibrations reaching down his snout to your aching mound. A pleasured, wanting moan escaped your throat. You leaned against the door, your hips tilting up, legs spreading slightly, humping his muzzle lightly. His pointed canine teeth, barred together, provided a teasing friction against your clit.

CRACK!

You jumped at the sudden sound. Darrick had driven his claws into the wall, breaking the drywall. He wrenched his snout away from you with a pitiful whine, standing quickly and moving back. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t trying to stake a claim.”

“What,” you asked hazily, trying to shake your head of the lust. “A claim…”

“It has just been months since I have been around a woman in heat, and I lost control,” Darrick continued, not hearing your response at first. Then he paused while backing up a bit more. 

“Darrick, what do you mean by ‘a woman in heat’?” Even as you spoke, your eyes were drawn across him. There was a massive bulge straining his pants. Your inner walls clenched with desire.

“Sorry,” you apologize, tearing your eyes away and fumbling once more for the door. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it’s the cream. I need to report this to the researchers…”

Finally, you managed to open the door. Stumbling inside, you barely made it to the fridge to put away the milk. Shit, the meat. Heading back to the hall, half bent over in a vain attempt to avoid aggravating your burning crotch. Darrick was standing in the doorway, a look of concern fighting lust on his face. Not that you saw that for long as your half-bent over position put you right at his bulging groin. Your mouth parted in desire at the sight. The scent wafted to your nose. If it weren’t for Darrick catching your shoulder and holding you back, you would have desperately rubbed your face against the bludge.

“Control yourself, Darrick,” he growled to himself, pushing you back inside the apartment while bringing your groceries in and shutting the door. “You’re not a pup anymore.”

“Noooo,” you whined as he forced you to sit on the couch and stepped away to put the meat on the counter. As you watched him, your hand grabbed your breast through your shirt, massaging it. “You have to leave. If you stay, I’ll end up begging you to fuck me.”

As desperately horny as you had become, the admission did not embarrass you one bit. Darrick breathed out slowly, trying to control himself. “Where is your phone? I will call your mate. He shouldn’t be leaving you alone during your heat.”

“Mate,” you questioned. That word alone resonated with you. Yes, you wanted to mate. Fucked raw like an animal.

“Or husband, whatever term humans use. Whoever is the irresponsible wolf that has marked you with his scent so thoroughly and left you alone to deal with your heat.”

“I don’t know any other werewolves, Darrick,” you told him. The term heat was finally jogging your memory. “You’re the only one I’ve ever met. And humans don’t have a heat. I think whatever is happening has to do with the study I’m participating in. Some cream to enhance my body or something. They said arousal could be a side effect, but I didn’t think like this…”

Your hand wandered down to your pants. It slipped inside as you stroked yourself, trying to cool the ache there. Darrick stood stock still, completely focused on you, as your fingers stroked wildly. “You smell so good, Darrick. Please, you gotta leave before I jump you. Or else fuck me. I’ve dreamt about you bending me over my bed so many--”

Like a dam breaking, Darrick rushed over. His tall, fur-covered body bent over the couch, trapping you on it. “One last time,” he growled, barely able to restrain himself. “For clarity. The scent on you is this cream? Another werewolf has not mated you? And you want me to mate with you?”

You answered each question as he asked him. “Yes…No…Please, yes, fuck me, please!”

Without a spoken response, Darrick scooped you up in his arms. He carried you into your bedroom and dumped you on the bed. His chest heaved as took in deep, steadying breaths as though he was trying not to pounce on you immediately. Even as he did, his hands roamed over your shirt as he roughly tugged it off you. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle right now,” you told him, kicking off your shoes and hurriedly undoing your jeans. “I want you to fuck me with your fat cock until I’m satisfied.”

A primal growl of want escaped his throat. In two short movements, he removed your bra, his claws slicing it off, and tossed it away. Your skin was flushed with desire, nipples already hard with want. Darrick’s large paws covered your breasts, massaging them as he pushed you down against the bed. His long, hot tongue met your neck as he licked you ravenously. Every so often, you felt his pointed teeth scrape across your skin.

You moaned his name. Thrusting your hips upwards, you both tried to finish removing your jeans and gain friction on your needy hole. You managed the first one, but as your hands went to your dripping core, you found a better target. Darrick’s bulge strained against his pants. With deft fingers, you undid his pants and were just about to slip your hand inside his underwear to free him completely when he grabbed your hands. Pulling them above your head, he pinned you down, causing you to whine with displeasure.

“I need to mask that other scent first,” he growled. “Don’t want to smell another wolf. I need to cover you with my scent before I claim you.”

As desperate as you were to be fucked, his words touched a primal part of you, and now nothing sounded better than being marked by him. Inside and outside. Completely and utterly claimed. You wanted any creature who met you to know who you were mated to. That you were his .

Darrick’s muzzle slid down your neck to your chest. With one hand still pining your hands down, the other pressed between your legs. His rough fingers began to stroke, giving you both relief and teasing you as he avoided where you wanted him - his cock - the most. Sharp teeth delicately held your breast as he drew it into his mouth, his tongue lapping across your sensitive nipple. The thick pad of his thumb rubbed against your clit, the claws of his hand pressing into the flesh of your butt. 

A needy whimper escaped your throat. With the little space he left you between the bed and his hand, you lifted your hips invitingly.  “Please.”

“By Seluna, I need you,” he swore, pulling back. His nose twitched, the scent of your lust overriding any further complaints he might have had about the scent of the cream. You tried to follow him, pull him back down but his burning golden eyes pinned you in place.

Eyes hazy with lust, you watched him pull off his shirt. In his rush, his dangerous claws and sheer strength tore it off. Grabbing his already undone pants, he finally stood completely nude. Your eyes honed in on the long, red, throbbing cock between his legs. The tapered head glistened with precum in the sunlight peeking through your shades. Your core clenched with want.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his words barely recognizable through the thick growl of want in his voice. Without hesitation, you turned around. Settling in the center of the bed, you were on your hands and knees, the aching desire between your legs presented to him.

A long moment passed where all you heard was the huff and puff of his breathing behind you. Then, a cold, wet nose pressed itself against your lower lips. You moaned. Darrick’s broad tongue lapped at the swollen flesh. Panting moans left you as the pleasure built. You were so close. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside of you.

With a cry of pleasure, you came on his tongue. It wiggled inside of you as your body clenched around it. Finally, he withdrew, his muzzle covered in your juices. “Good mate,” he praised. “So, fertile and willing.”

He shook his head, barely returning to his senses enough to add, “You should take some night tea after, 'cause I’m gonna breed you now.”

“Yes,” you panted with joy. The orgasm took the edge off, but you needed more. Being bred sounded like the best thing in the world. Filled with his thick creamy cum.

Your bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on, positioning himself behind you. You felt the heat radiating off his turgid cock even before its heavy weight rested upon your hips. 

“Inside,” you pleaded, rocking your hips. His hands gripped your hips, claws digging in ever so slightly. 

“Spread,” he told you, and even in your current state, you could tell from his tone he was barely restraining himself. Eagerly, you obeyed, spreading your knees further apart. Darrick kept a firm grip on your hips as you did, forcing you to lower yourself onto your forearms. Now, you were fully presenting your dripping hole to him.

You felt the magnetic heat of his cock as he lined it up. As his thick length pressed inside, you whined with pleasure. “Yeesssss.”

The prick of his claws was barely enough to keep you from orgasming with just the tip of his cock inside of you. Inch by inch, he slid inside. You tried to press yourself back on him to take in more, but his strong grasp on your hips stopped you. “You’re gonna make me...” 

“Please, Darrick, breed me!”

With that plea, he snapped. Pulling back until just the tip was left, he slammed his hips forward. You screamed in pleasure. Unleashed, Darrick pounded into you wildly. Spurred on by the hormones of your heat, he rutted into you with only one thing on his mind: breeding his mate.

With each wild thrust, you could feel your body accepting more of him. His cock filled you up each time your inner walls stretched to take in more. You were moaning and panting with ecstasy. You weren’t even sure if you were orgasming, but the pleasure was overwhelming your mind. You could think of little else but his cock inside of you.

Releasing your hips, Darrick bent over your back. His large hands resting on either side of your head, holding your hands in place. The weight of him pinning you beneath him with no hope of escape - not that you wanted to. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin of your neck and ear. The growl of his voice reverberated across your whole body. “I’m gonna knot you. Ruin you for human men. You want that, don’t you?”

You gave a whine of pleasure-drunk consent, unable to form words.

With a powerful thrust, you felt him hilt within you. His pointed cock pressed against your womb. Then you felt it. As the glands of his cock expanded, he stretched you. Thicker than anything that had been inside of you before. Yet, the pain of the stretching only added to your pleasure. Your nails dug into your sheets. It was too much. You were so close to breaking. You were…you were…

Your body exploded with ecstasy, juices gushing over his cock. Low, long moans, almost like howls, issued from your throat as you threw your head back. Your inner walls clenched powerfully around his knot, locking it within you.

Then it came. What your body was craving. Darrick threw his head back in a true howl as his thick hot cum filled your womb, searing its claim inside of you. His cum spurred your orgasm to even greater heights. Your eyes rolled back in your head, tongue lolling out, inner walls still clenching around him, drawing in every last ounce of cream. There was so much cum, you thought it would never end. You never wanted it to end. Yet, eventually, your bodies were spent.

Darrick’s knot still firmly resting inside of you, he rolled you both on your sides. His arms were around you, cradling you as you came down from the ecstatic high. His long, wet tongue tiredly but comfortingly lapped at your shoulder and neck.

While you still felt aroused, being filled with his cum and having a knot in you satisfied your primal urge to breed for now. After a few minutes, your mind started to return. What the fuck did you just do? What the fuck happened to you?

“Are you alright,” Darrick asked before you could voice your own concerns.

“Yes…I’m just confused…that’s never happened before. What is that cream doing to me?”

Darrick’s grip tightened around in comfort. “I think I know…there is this story the Elders tell. The first werewolves were created before the Division when our worlds were one. They were humans; warriors granted power by the spirits of nature to temporarily wield the spirit of the wolf to defend their homes. After the Division, the wolf's spirit was permanently bound to us. But we needed mates; most werewolves then were men, and the few that were women could not keep our populations going. So, the moon goddess Seluna took pity on us and let us transform others through sharing our essence…at first, all it required was for us to bite a human, but the sudden merging of wolf and human spirits drove many insane. Therefore, Seluna’s wife, Noctune, goddess of the night, took inspiration from her wife’s slow transformations each month. Sharing our essence would slowly introduce people - our mates or others we deemed worthy - to the wolf spirit so their humanity could adjust before it was made permanent. This also gave humans a chance to change their minds.”

“That’s a lovely story. So, you’re saying this cream is introducing me to werewolf essence? Wait, what is werewolf essence?”

Darrick chuckled a bit nervously. “Blood, saliva, and…” He gently thrust his hips, indicating his cum.

“Wait, so they’ve been covering me in werewolf - I hope - saliva? And that’s been changing my body?” You reeled at this new information. “Wait, so this is actually a heat?”

“Yeah. Usually, the exposure would be done by your mate, and you’d know what was going to happen, and they would help you through it.”

You were silent for a moment. “So, does this make us mates?”

Darrick chuckled nervously again. “We have mated, sure, and you’re going to need help getting through your heat. So, we can do it again. But, I mean, after, we don’t need to be…I mean  I think you’re pretty great. I was really disappointed when I thought you’d been claimed and I…”

“I wouldn’t mind trying to date after you finish helping me through this,” you told him, cutting off his adorable ramble. “If you want.”

There were several loud thumps from behind him as his tail wagged happily, hitting the bed. “I would like that.”

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[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Monsters walk at night (Monster!Price x f!reader)

Another one for @glitterypirateduck Price writing challenge!

Scenarios used, 16. ‘A Pursuit takes place’ and 44. 'A world where mates exist':

Warnings: monster fucking, NSFW, unprotected p in v, partial smut, literally getting chased down.

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It started off as an innocent walk through the woods by the large cabin Price had rented, (seemed more like a house when you saw it), stating you all needed a break. He had distributed the rooms when you all had arrived, securing the perimeter and making sure the security cameras and alarm system worked. You remember the day clearly.

The fridge was fully stocked as were the bathrooms, all the amenities needed for a few days stay away from civilization. You walked into the kitchen getting ready to make some food, the drive there was long and you were absolutely starving. “What are ye plannin ta make and can I have some because I am famished.” You turned to find Johnny strolling into the kitchen. “Well I wasn’t offering to make dinner just looking for a snack, but it’d be a shame to have the cabin burn down.” Johnny groans from the table, “It was one time bonnie! Was nae like I was plannin on burnin the place up!” “Johnny you set the place ablaze tryin to make CUP OF SOUP!” “I was tired!”

Price walked in shaking his head as Ghost and Gaz came in behind him chuckling. Simon piped up, “So you makin food or not?” You roll your eyes, “I’ll make a steaming pile of dog shit just for you Ghost.” “Make sure it has garlic and potatoes, yeah?” After dinner was decided on, (not dog shit), everyone settled in for the night with the exception of you and John. “Fancy a walk luv? There are lights on the trails.” You think about it for a minute and nod, “Sure. Seems like a nice night, gotta walk off that meal too.” You both chuckle and walk outside, the night warm so there was no need for jackets.

You both had been walking for about 20 minutes, the scenery beautiful and calming, making small talk as the scent of Price’s cigar smoke wafts around in the night air. The light from the cigars burning tip gave Price’s already attractive features a boost, almost making him look scary in the dark of the woods. “You know, I could use a bit more exercise. Up for a chase?” You look at him confused as he takes a hit from his cigar and blows the smoke upwards, the red embers showing in his eyes.

He leans closer as you take a step back, his eyes gleaming, his teeth seeming sharper. “Run.” That was all you needed as you took off into the trees. You don’t know how long you ran before you finally heard his boots hitting the ground behind you. He was far but not by much, the sound of his boots thudding loudly, almost like he was heavier now. You had briefly stopped behind a large rock but continued when you heard his voice ring through the forest, loud and strange. “Run all you want sweetheart. I can smell you from a mile away.”

You had barely made it to a clearing when you were tackled from behind. You managed to turn over, finding Price but he looked different. Horns protruded from his head, a spiked tail swaying behind him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing like the flames of hell. “Caught you darling. Smelled you the second you started running. Getting chased down turn you on?” You blushed, turning your head away. Sure you had always found Price attractive, you knew he wasn’t totally human, and maybe you had some disrespectfully spicy dreams about him, so who could blame you for being turned on.

He nudged your cheek before moving to your neck, inhaling your scent. “My mate.” “What?” “You’re my mate luv. Smelled it the second you walked onto base.” “ O-oh, um I-“ “Do you accept? I may be a monster but I’m not an asshole. I’ve seen your dreams, heard your whispers.” “This isn’t a joke right? Because…I love you, have for a while and if this is some weird or cruel joke just so you can get laid it’s not funny.”

His eyes widened, stunned. “You think so low of me? That I would make a joke of something so serious?” You shake your head no and he sighs in relief. Nuzzling into your neck, he licks and groans as he tastes your flesh mixed with sweat. “Do you accept?” You nod, “Words, dearest.” “I accept.” A rumble forms in his chest as you kiss him and you both begin to undress. You had felt the bulge of him rubbing against your thigh through the talk and it had you needy.

To say he was large was an understatement as you openly stared at the size of him. “It’ll fit fine luv, no worries.” You nodded hesitantly, “Please be gentle.” He kisses you to smooth your nerves as he slowly pushes in, catching all your pretty noises in his mouth. “That’s it darling. You were made to take me.” He was only half way in but you already felt so full of him but he continued to slip inside unhindered. When his hips finally connected with your’s he left out a drawn out moan into the night air and pulled back slowly. “I hope you’re ready sweetheart, because it’s about to be a long night.” Running a hand over the obvious bulge in your skin, you clench and that’s enough to get him started.

The night is spent surrounded by the sound of his hips meeting your’s, breathy moans, the name of your captain loud on your lips and hands firmly gripping his horns for the ride. He didn’t let up until the sun had almost broken the horizon, both of you spent and newly mated.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hey! What would the skeles do if they got stuck in a hole and a cat fell in with them? Main skeletons thanks.

Undertale Sans - Oh well. That happened. Sans picks up the cat and teleports home. "hey bro. i found a cat. i also fell in a hole and broke my ankle." Yeah, he's in pain. But seeing Papyrus face switch to "WHAT" to "I'M ACTUALLY HORRIFIED" is funny and he couldn't pass an opportunity like that. ... That's his cat though, he found it, there's no way he gives it back.

Undertale Papyrus - "PLEASE ANYONE, FOR THE LOVE OF ASGORE, SEND SOMETHING TO HELP ME!" He didn't expect a literal cat to fall in the hole with him, and he's not sure how it's supposed to help. Is someone making fun of him? He knows when people are messing with him! He stomps the floor angrily, the cat in his hands. Now what?

Underswap Sans - Oh, that's like that movie! Lassie or something? He picks up the cat and lifts it above the hole. "GO KITTY, GO FIND SOME HELP!" The cat runs for its life at the speed of light, relieved that the weird-looking ugly giant finally lets it go. Blue waits, hopeful. ... The cat isn't coming back, right?

Underswap Papyrus - Well, he was in the middle of a panic attack when a fat cat randomly fell on his lap. That's perfect. Honey grabs the cat and squeezes it against him to comfort himself. The poor cat is fighting for his life, hissing and clawing at his face, but Honey doesn't let go. You will comfort him or he's going to cry in two minutes. Stop fighting! Did I mention he's allergic to cats and is going to regret it very soon?

Underfell Sans - He jumps in a corner as the cat falls in the pit with him, scared. Oh, please no. Now is not the time! "kitty, kitty..." Too late. The cat suddenly puffs up and jumps at his face to attack him for no reason. All cats hate Red for some reason. Red is now frantically digging, crying and begging for help. He's never going to hike ever again!

Underfell Papyrus - He was about to scream of frustration when suddenly... A small kitten falls right into his hands. Uh. Edge shuts up immediately, that's very efficient. He sits down and starts petting the kitten. That's his kitten. He has a kitten now. He completely forgets he's stuck in a hole and focus on the kitten.

Horrortale Sans - Uh oh. He knows what's going on. His weird power is acting off again. It starts with a cat, it ends with a... He jumps backwards as a bear barrel-rolls the hole to cuddle him. In minutes, the hole is filled with random wild animals attracted by Oak for some reason. Oak uses them to get out the hole, and then brings all of his new children back to the farm to introduce them to a very pissed-off Willow. What do you mean there's no place for his herd of deers, three bears, a dozen foxes, a cat and 80 pigeons? He's not abandoning them, you monster!

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh great, something absolutely not helpful! Willow is lying on the floor, in pain, wondering how he's going to find help. Then, a cat. The cat is not helping. It's panicking because it's scared of him. It doesn't help him to feel better, he just feels scary and in pain now! Please, he just needs some help...

Swapfell Sans - The cat is sitting in front of him. Menacingly. Nox doesn't like that cat. There's something wrong with it. Its eyes are weird. And it keeps trying to get close to him. He swears that's a demon or some supernatural evil shit. Nox freaks out completely, trying to escape the hole with his claws, crying in fear. Ok, he should feel super ashamed to cry like a baby because of a cat when he's general of the royal guard, but he's not paid enough to fight against demons, ok?! Nox runs back home, terrified, not noticing the cat jumped on his back and is kinda holding on to him like a koala. Surely nothing bad will happen.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh, cool. He thought the cat distribution system was a myth or something. Apparently not. Oh well, who is he to fight against destiny? He teleports home with his cat and tells his brother it just spawned in thin air. Nox doesn't like that, at all. The fuck you mean it just appeared?!

Fellswap Gold Sans - Ew. That filthy animal won't stop trying to rub against his legs. Wine tries to escape it, but it keeps showing him affection for some reason. That's disgusting. He picks up the cat with blue magic and yeets it out. The cat immediately jumps back in, purring. What the hell is that animal's problem? Doesn't it have survival instinct or something?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He doesn't dare to move, in case it's a dream and the cat will disappear. It doesn't. Coffee picks him up, stuff it in his hoodie, teleports back home and goes to lock himself with the cat in his wardrobe. That's his cat. He's going to defend it if Wine tries to take it from him. He's so going to growl at his brother later that day. Just because you're jealous you can't be a mother doesn't mean he can't be a mother!