#New story finally! :D

[crystalsblogcorner]

Happy vore day and here's a short story that does with the two art pieces I've made. Hope you enjoy.

Here's the short story now!

P.S: there's blood/gore/death warning and it contains vore, reader discretion is advised

↓ story under the cut ↓

Just a Dare

Oliver stands outside of the dark, overgrown forest, cluching a flashlight and video camera in both hands as he stared fearfully into the eerie greenery.

  "C'mon Oliver, you've been standing there for 10 minutes, just get the dare over with," his friend, Ty said from behind him, nudging him forward, "and besides, I've been in here many times, there's nothing in there that's gonna hurt ya."

"Yea right, just a dare," Oliver replied back shakingly as he walked, being enveloped instantly into the dark woodland, putting all his trust into his flashlight and friend. Just a dare, all you need to do is stay in this woods for the night and you'll be done, your fine,

Oliver rambles in his mind as he watches his surroundings, his body shaking with fear and the breeze that flew throughout the forest, making him feel freezing due to the lack of coverage. "I should've brought a jacket," Oliver told himself before entering a circular clearing, with tall grass and summer flowers scattered about, along with a giant mound in the middle of the possibly amn made clearing.  

Oliver began to walk towards the formation, but after awhile he noticed the mound rising and falling slowly, is it breathing? Oliver thought to himself but before he could look again, he steps and hears a sickening crunch under his feet. As he  takes a step back and examines the culprit, he finds part of a deer carcass, the blood smelling fresh and no flies swarming the dead deer. 

"What the...," Oliver mumbles, looking back where the mound is, but it disappeared without a trace. He looks around, fear washing over him again as he sees more and more corpses. "I think I should go..," he says, before turning around but coming face to face with a set of golden yellow slits, his heart skipping a beat as he sees a forked tongue flick out of its mouth.  

"N- n- naga!?" Oliver stammers, his flight or fight response kicking in,his body choosing flight as he turned and hightailed it.

  He hears the naga move behind and around him , closing off any escape by surrounding him with it's large snake body. He looks up at it's face, a plastered grin across it's face like it saying, I won. He stares at it's face, it's eyes just staring right back, but with one purpose, food. His body tenses up, making his body feel paralyzed and he only thinks,God there's no way I'm getting out of this.

  "Aw, you scared?" The nagas booming voice mocks as it slams a hand right next to Oliver, shaking the ground beneath him along with knocking him over. The naga snickers and haphazardly picks up him, thinking on what to do next with the human. 

"Please don't hurt me," Oliver asks the naga, tears beginning to form in the eyes. 

  "No promises, probably just gonna have fun before I eat you," the naga replies half-heartedly, before bringing up to it's face, it's tongue flicking at Oliver, tasting him.  Oliver just curl up into a ball as tears fall from his eyes, the thought of not coming out of this woods alive just because of a dare filling his mind.

"I'm never going to see my family again," Oliver murmurs. He tries to stifle his sobs but is unsuccessful, he just wants to go home, but that's not gonna happen.  

The naga notices the boys sobs, before saying, "shit, your supposed to be shaking in fear, not crying, god this is to embarrassing." Oliver looks at the naga and wipes his tears, his body still trembling. "Fuck this is awkward, I guess I won't eat you, but I need something in return," the naga says at Oliver, pointing at him with it's clawed finger. 

"O-ok," Oliver stammers through his sniffles, but doesn't expect the nagas fingers to wrap around his torso, raising up past it's head. He looks down and sees the naga open it's maw before lowering him into it.

"Nononono," Oliver repeats, trying to break out of its grasp, but his legs enter into its mouth, the humidity and saliva seeping into his pants. "Please stop!" Oliver begs, but the naga doesn't listen but instead lowers the rest of him into the gaping maw, past the razor sharp fangs. He just lays down on the tongue, waiting to feel his bones breakin two, but instead he's slid to the back of the throat.

"No please! I don't wanna die," Oliver pleads but the world around him shifts, sending half his body into its throat with a sickening gulp. He tries to escape, but the throat muscles pull him fully in, sending him into his death chamber. He begins to cry again, but his lungs feeling crushed in all ways during his desent feels unbearable. After a few second it opens up into to a small chamber, the green glowing walls pulsating as the nagas body works around him.

"Please let me out!" Oliver asks again as he tries to escape, only go fall down the slippery walls.  "Your safe in there, I'll let you out in the morning after I get some real food, so you better get comfortable," the naga informs him, his body relaxing at that statement. 

"O-ok," Oliver replies and shifts around, leaning against the slimy walls before asking, "because I'm going to be here for awhile, what's you r name,mine Oliver." "

It's Lilith, now go to sleep I don't want my ear talked off all night," Lilith says, before laying down and falling asleep not long after. Oliver gets comfy and closes his eyes, before falling asleep, protected from the world and possibly made a new friend.

Hope you enjoyed, and that concludes vore day, can't wait until next year, bye!

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, part 20

Well you know how it is but do you know how it will be~

Okay enough ominous, still the ongoing story with @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates, we're in the middle of March and it is time to link all the plotlines back together~

He thinks he's slick, doesn't he ?

Now that he's back at the precinct, hair tied and sadness on his face, working like nothing new happened in his life. Working like he isn't in a kind of journey for self discovery.

I'm sure he thinks nobody saw him. Else he wouldn't have gone out like this. Sadly for him, I'm Odysseus. And, well, when I notice some streets away the little figure of a person I hate with a lady looking suspiciously like one of my colleagues, with the same hazelnut hair and all, of course I get curious.

Didn't take me long to recognize who was under that camouflage. And I doubt he was undercover or some shit. Rather, I think he's undercover right now.

I haven't said anything. Yet. Oh, I could. Drop a little allusion here and there and see how his (?) face distorts. Imagine that, Mayor Warsowar's son, heir of one of the most conservative fuckers ever elected at the head of this city, strutting around the streets in full dress and makeup. The scandal for our little mayor.

I could even make him know I am aware of that little secret and watch how his attitude towards me change. I'm sure I'll get a lot of fear out of that.

Fear is power.

I haven't said anything.

I haven't said anything probably because I remember Thorfinn running towards me crying and shaking and telling me he might not be his assigned gender. Because I helped them find a new name and was behind him for all the steps of the identity change.

Because no one deserves to be forced in a vision of themselves they're not ready to accept.

Or maybe I am just softening.

Ha.

Who knows.

I don't think none of them noticed me, those few days ago. Or Domhildr would not have come to me to "make amends", she says. Feeling bad about destroying my reputation, huh ?

Sad she tried to make up with offering me a blowjob. Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew, just thinking about that is making me cringe. I don't want any sexual shit, and certainly not for you, the idea is enough to make my skin crawl. Fuck's sake I wouldn't even let TYR touch me this way, as if he wanted to.

Well that wasn't the only option.

She also offered me blackmail material on a silver plate.

Things Sigismund doesn't know about.

An judging by the second one, not even Tyr knows all of it.

It would be so easy to drop a hint of two and watch her whole world crumble. How would the oh so virtuous Sigismund Warsowar react when he learns you got pregnant four times from different fathers ?

How would my best friend take the fact you prostituted yourself for a year ?

...

I don't even know.

I hold so much power against you and at the same time your eyes when you told me everything were Brynja's.

Something is ringing in my ears.

Slut.

She had no choice. Just like her.

An abortion at 17.

A miscarriage at 9.

Doing the streets like it's everything you're good for.

Dead in the streets because it was the only thing she could do.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

The tears over the phone.

The funeral I couldn't go to.

The eyes. The eyes. The eyes.

Piano is blasting on my office. I got a few nasty looks from my colleagues, but I don't care. It does work. I've found a newfound affection for Chopin. It helps me focus.

Even if Walpurgis comes to my desk. Like right now.

"Wolffsen, you're up for patrolling."

"What ?! It's not Thursday ! I have files to progress-"

"Don't wanna hear it. Mayor Warsowar is worried about the protest of today. He wants everyone mobilized."

... Of course. Because it's more important to stop protesters rather than investigating the sect that kidnapped your son.

Even Karan af Mundir was not that cruel.

I'm driving the car with my usual patrol companion, and as usual he is silent, watching over the streets with diligence. I'm also following the usual route. Even if Mayor Warsowar wants to protect his precious little castle, I have a city to watch over.

What's unusual is that this time I have music in the car and he looks even jumpier than usual.

"... I've never heard you listen to music before."

Oh hey, the mute found back his voice.

"Therapist orders."

"..... You got therapy ?"

"Yeah, don't you ?"

He was supposed to, at least, after the kidnapping. Not like I cared at the time. Not like I really care today. It's just the reason why I can give him the real explanation.

Can't get judgy when you need a psychiatrist for "physical and mental trauma combine with complex PTSD".

I see on the mirror he's making a face. Oh. So someone skipped the skrink, huh ? Yeah, don't try to hide it. I have always been perecptive of this kind of things.

Because every time I come back home I have to study my father's face for my wellbeing.

The music changes. Moonlight sonata. Beethoven is good too; Apparently he also enjoys it, since his muscles are slowly starting to relax. Good, good, because we're approaching the place the protest is supposed to be held in and I don't want a ball of stress while I check if "everything's alright".

Jeez. Like I even want to interfere. If I could take a day off I'll be with the protesters, maybe even with my black ski mask. Sadly I can't. I need the money, and I need to lay low. Me taking a day off just the day of a protest would be suspicious as fuck.

We're heading to the City Hall.

I already hear noises in front of the mayor's little palace.

Looks like it's getting heated.

"... What the fuck ? Sigismund exclaimed when we got in eyesight of the crowd. This is not a peaceful protest !"

Oh, really ? Boi, if you'd know what I've seen. Sure, there's masked men on top of the procession and some of them are currently shouting at my colleagues, but that's still peaceful. No blows. No weapons. Not even pepper sprays, for fuck's sake.

I roll my eyes and doesn't answer, but Sigismund grips my arm.

"com'on, we have to go."

I snort.

"We ? I think the colleagues can handle a few people shouting."

"They're black blockers, it's dangerous-"

"Yeah, for you if you show up your pretty face, officer Warsowar. Com'on, it's fine, let the people protest."

His face distorts himself in something I have never seen.

Some kind of anger.

What are you angry at ?

Not me, I hope for you.

I'm still stronger.

I could bash your little white brain out of your sorry skull.

I could tell you all the shit your precious girlfriend did.

I could-

I shift on my seat. Lean on the steering wheel. Keeping the fists in check. Right. Keeping the fists in check.

Sigismund is still looking at me.

He's unfastening his seatbelt.

"You do whatever you want, Fenrir. i'm still going."

"Suit yourself. I'm not going out for a peaceful protest."

Even if i'll have to stay on guard. Black blockers were not supposed to be here. at least, not those of my group.

I send a message to Idalia.

"event planned today ?"

She's not answering.

Sigismund is now running towards the protest. The other cops are busy with the blackblockers, and some of them are even harassing the more peaceful protesters. I roll my eyes. I'll have to take care of that, just, give me a minute-

Some people are fighting in the bloc.

Nobody is noticing. The other are either busy with the shouting protesters or trying to make the peaceful ones go away.

And Sigismund is running right at them.

That idiot-

I get out. I'll have to stop the fucker before he reaches the blockers. If they're fighting, a cop trying to interfere is only gonna make them angrier.

The car is locked, I am outside, I made sure it's far enough from the protesters. I have my taser and service weapon on me, even if I'd rather not use them. Last time I had no choice but to interfere in a black bloc, I could use the confusion to throw some of my lacrymo grenades in the CRS's direction. it's not the case today.

My radio is emitting a noise.

"Walpurgis here, says my superintendant. CRS have been dispatched to the City Hall. I repeat-"

Damn it. Who called them ? Warsowar, no doubt. The mayor. Sigismund is too busy trying to interrupt the fight.

It's no use anyway.

Because they will be

Far too late.

A brick flies from the middle of the black crowd.

High above the heads of the protesters.

Right to a man trying to interfere.

I am close enough to hear a crack.

He's on the ground. Blood is flowing from a wound on his head. It doesn't seem that serious, now that I've reached him and tased everyone trying to get close, but at this rate, he may lose far too much blood.

Seeing Sigismund is down and unconscious, the other cops jumped into the melee. Everything around me is now blurred by screams and hitting sounds and I'm sure I even saw some people with knives.

Blood is tainting my hands.

Idiot. Trying to stop a fight while forgetting to protect your head. Why the fuck must you interfere in things you have no power over ?!

Now you're unconscious and bleeding on the ground while I am next to you while I could profit from that chaos to bring down Sarovar's reign.

"I have one man down, I shout in my radio, trying to keep my cool. Call an ambulance for the City Hall. I repeat-"

Fuck, that's a lot of blood. Head wounds always bleed a lot. He's gonna need a blood transfusion.

Com'on, fucker. You can't die on me like this.

Not for a meaningless goal.

Something flies towards me, too. I jump on the ground, try to avoid it. I don't know how I end up on the body below me, barely breathing blood flowing hair all red

I just remember

The pain in my right arm

And then only red and orange in my vision.

I regain some sort of consciousness in the ambulance. Apparently I am not in a serious enough state to be laying down on a bed. It may be because I am high on adrenaline. People in white coats are everywhere. Not around me.

My arm is bandaged. Why ? I don't feel anything.

"what.... the fuck..."

No one is really paying attention to me.

I kinda get why.

I see hazelnut in the middle of all this white.

They're talking about warning the family. About the danger.

Danger on his life ?

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I still have my phone.

No message for Idalia.

Too late to care.

I have to do something.

Because

Because

They won't warn her, don't they ?

She's probably not in his emergency contacts, at the hospital.

Just like I wasn't.

And I was right next to him.

Right next to him

Before I lost him

For something that feels like forever.

Warning.

I have to

Something stabs my right arm. I shout in pain, and one of the med workers turn towards me.

"Don't move your arm ! The wound needs to rest-"

"Fuck off. I need to have this call, you hear me ?! Go away !"

They would like to preotest, but something is making a bolted noise on the other side, and he leaves me alone for a while.

Can't move my arm. Texting is out of the question. Fuck. I'm not even sure he will answer. Fuck.

I dial my own emergency number.

Com'on. Pick up, pick up, pick up pick up pick up

One time. Two time. Three times.

Please, pick up, I have to

I have to do something right for once.

Something finally clicks at the sixth attempt. A cold, cold voice is heard through the phone.

"I hope you have a damn good reason to spam me, Fenrir."

I've never felt so relieved.

He hasn't got me blocked. He still chose to pick up. Even after everything.

How ironic that he is now my only way of communication.

"Al-hamdulillah you've picked up."

"Wha- I've never heard you speak in Arabic before, especially not to thank God ? The fuck is happening, Fen- is that ambulance sirens ?!"

The cold is getting more and more frantic. but I don't have time to sugarcoat it. I don't.

"No time for this. Is Domhildr with you ?"

"Huh ? Yeah, actually, she is. We were chilling until going to the protest, we were about to leave, actually-"

I can hear a feminine voice asking what is up. Perfect. Just perfect. I don't even have time to be angry.

"Bad idea. It exploded. No, don't interrupt, I say as he is about to talk. Listen. I was on duty, and Sigismund was, too. He got hit with a brick. On the head."

Silence.

I can't stop talking.

"We're headed to the hospital. Both of us. Thought I had to warn her about what was happening"

Because no one will.

And if he does die

Please don't die on me

She won't even have time to see him before any funeral.

The silence is still there.

I'm done talking.

Tyr takes a deep breath.

"Okay. We're leaving. No, don't go to your bike, Domi, I hear a little further away in the phone. It'll be quicker on my motorcycle. I have a spare helmet."

I hear some frantic talking on the phone before Tyr's voice comes back in the speaker.

"We'll be at the hospital as soon as possible. Be here to explain yourself."

I have a tired smile.

"That's going to be complicated. Doctors may want to see me, too."

"Huh ? Why-"

"Metal pipe in my arm."

"What-"

I hang up.

World is spinning around me.

Adrenaline is running out. I feel so tired. Probably lost a lot of blood, too.

I barely see the hospital when we're finally discharged.

The white-haired doctor takes one look at us before sending us in two different rooms.

I can read on his face how worried he is.

Not for me.

I saw worse.

Did I ?

Did he ?

The emergency room closes behind him. Those doors now hiding the son (?) of the Warsowar.

[delightfuldevin]

New refs cause there were liiiiittle bitty design elements that changed for my sonas and I needed to redo the WHOLE thing for them ncnfjndsjcxz

Also I wanted to draw Dorian with their Wiper cause bone wiper cool <3

[fiery-emblems]

The toxic unpopularity fire emblem tournament they're running over on reddit reminded me of a realization I had recently. I realized that Honkai Star Rail is giving me the same kind of sour feeling in my stomach that FE3H does.

I think this is because, to me, it appears that the teams behind both games appear to have prioritized selling the player a selection of waifus and husbandos over making a good game or writing a coherent narrative.

The terrible thing is that this approach clearly works as evidenced by the fact that everyone is constantly talking up these games as having great writing (neither of them has particularly stellar writing outside of a small handful of characters).

[mav-the-artist]

Since I've been getting better at pixel art lately + slightly changed how I draw myself, I remade my ID sprite in Dispel All Hope!

old one for comparison under the cut:

(this one was originally made back in January for reference)

[ruby-static]

I've finally been playing a little more New Vegas lately!

And guess what!

FOUND YOU, FUCKER-

[remyfire]

Writing something on my to-do list that I just finished so I can scratch it off and get the Final Fantasy Victory Fanfare to play in my head

[ruvviks]

my favorite parts of draft zero of the diner thus far

[kaykoko]

I finally finished Dungeon Meshi!!! Very fun read and amazing charaters!! The hype i have for the anime now is unreal!

[federthenotsogreat]

The 🔥soul system🔥in My Crown In Red!

It's finally time to share some information on the idea of souls in MCIR! This one might get a bit long, but I'll try my best to explain everything as simple as possible!

I'll go over:

🔥- What souls are

🔥- Soul transformation

🔥- Abilities of the soul

🔥- Soul regeneration

🔥What are souls?🔥

The human soul is the physical form of one's subconscious, taking on the appearance of an anthropomorphic animal, which is always an earthly creature which is determined at birth and cannot be changed. The soul houses deep in the subconscious of its human form, which it can only be separated from via soul travel or upon death.

Even though at first souls appear to have anatomy similar to the animal who's form they take, they are actually made out of light and energy. Light is what gives the soul its appearance. Every strand of hair, every tooth and every drop of blood is made out of light, while energy is what gives the soul the power to attack, or to regenerate. Souls also don't possess any genitals and there are no indicators to determine a soul's sex.

Souls change throughout their life. Impactful experiences, character growth or change in personality can all have an effect on the souls appearance. Most of the time, these changes are rather small, but sometimes they go as far as even changing the soul's light color or their powers. Souls also try to compensate for the suffering they endure throughout their life, becoming stronger the more hardships they face.

🔥Soul transformation🔥

It is possible for the soul to permanently change their appearance via absorbing another soul's light, thus reaching their ideal form. This process is called soul transformation. Upon transforming, the soul takes on a more complex appearance, most often, but not always, sprouting some from wings in the process. Upon transforming, souls become much stronger, increasing the power of their attacks and abilities immensely. Their regeneration abilities also strengthen. To transform, a soul must absorb another soul's light, which can only be done upon the target's death. A transformed soul is an incredibly powerful being.

Even though transformation causes the soul to morph into its ideal form, it is theoretically possible for a soul to temporarily transform a second time. This however is incredibly agonizing, as the soul is incapable of consisting of such high amounts of light, which is why souls often start growing additional limbs or sensory organs through the process. In this form, the mere thought of using their powers would cause the soul to fire off extremely powerful attacks, causing everything in its path to crumble to pieces. With relative ease, the soul can let go of the additional light, therefor transforming back into their regular, transformed form. This whole process is called true soul transformation, or soul illumination.

Since the soul shouldn't be capable of such powers, it is not possible to achieve soul illumination via absorption of additional light. Therefor the tools needed to achieve true transformation are unknown.

🔥Abilities of the soul🔥

Every soul has different abilities that are often determined at birth, but in rare cases, can change over time. Most of these abilities can be used as offensive threats during battle, while others just assist in navigating around. The soul uses its energy to generate these attacks, the color of which are often determined by the color of the soul's light.

While every soul has their own unique abilities, there are still some that can be utilized by a greater range of individuals. For example, almost every soul is able to power up their bites, kicks and slashes with energy, making them hit much harder.

On top of that, every soul is able to generate what I simply like to call a "light staf". It is a staf like weapon that glows in the soul's light color. If used correctly, the staf can be used as an offensive, defensive or just overall useful tool for daily tasks. Depending on the amount of energy that's put into the attack, the staf can cause slash wounds, pierce through the enemy, or even decapitate them.

🔥Soul regeneration🔥

Souls cannot die of old age, catch an illness or succumb to any kind of poison. The only way to kill them is by doing so in battle. This is why regeneration is the soul's most important ability.

Upon being wounded, no matter how light the injury may be, the soul will automatically regenerate itself. The pain however, it cannot get rid of so easily, as the wound will continue to hurt, even after it has long been regenerated. Depending on the severity of the wound, the pain can last for a few minutes, to several days. Being wounded several times in quick succession, will cause the pain to stack up. An arm that's been chopped of twice will hurt twice as much as an arm that has only been lost once.

However, souls cannot keep this up infinitely, as there is a limit to their regeneration powers, which varies from individual to individual. Sooner or later, the soul will prioritize healing more severe wounds over smaller ones, and by the time the powers are close to failing all together, the soul would be a bloody, mangled mess more than anything.

The soul ultimately dies due to not being able to regenerate a fatal wound. When a soul dies, they start glowing and eventually explode in a powerful blast of energy. What's left is their light, now calmly floating through the air, until its glow eventually dies down, and it fades completely. Due to its shape and the way it slowly falls to the ground, this form of light is sometimes referred to as snow.

Aaand that's that!! I know this one got a bit longer than the others, but I hope that it's still a somewhat enjoyable read!

I also wanted to mention that Cackletta's soul is not a human soul, even though in MCIR, they share a lot of similarities (most notably the regeneration abilities). They work really similar, but are not the same!

As always, should you have any questions feel free to leave a comment or send an ask, I'll answer them as soon as possible. Have a nice day, and thanks for reading! :3

[selionas]

HELLO TUMBY…… It’s been a long time coming but I find it very fitting he is my first finished digital piece here in over a year. Here’s some Miguel…. Eat up!!!

[one-winged-dreams]

Wakes up in the middle of the night absolutely fucked up on three different sleep aids to rant about how people can not fucking put together the Final Fantasy VII + spinoffs lore and EVEN STILL try to vomit these useless opinions and what x character is the WORST and why y character is blah blah blah

ENOOOOOUGH

putting these supersoldiers on top of the fridge until y'all learn what a narrative is

[rainingincale]

@maingoes created a tag game, here is the description:

"Topic is covers of books that definitely changed your brain on some sort of minuscule but permanent level or that you think your childhood experience would’ve have been different without (longest title of a tag game ever I know) my only 2 rules are u should have read the book before age 10 and you cannot include the HP series"

Here are my books:

I shall tag @j-purplesunsets-rainydays @jesperfaheygf @cancara @mostlykind @captainjanegay @holdingontozouis and anyone else who sees this and wants to do this! Also pls do not do if you do not wanna ❤️❤️❤️

[explosionshark]

you ever read something really fucked up and then it's just like. well. damn. i guess that's all my brain is going to be able to focus on the rest of the night huh

[sysig]

I haven't played the original Half-Life all the way through, but I played Black Mesa (the fan remake with updated graphics and whatnot) and apparently they cut the tedious parts of On A Rail down by quite a bit. It might be worth looking into if that's what made the game hard to get through! I really enjoyed it, personally ^^ I'm super excited to potentially see more Stanley Parable posts as well, since I got TSPUD recently and loved it! Congrats on the achievement!!

Oohh, sounds interesting :0 I'm a bit of a stubborn SOB when it comes to Games-I've-Already-Got haha, so I'll probably still try to see this version through, but thank you for the tip! Likely I'll need it if I ever want to subject myself to going back through to look for specific level details that YouTube videos simply will not pause long enough on lol

Congrats to you as well on getting to play Ultra! I still can't swing the price just yet, but I also refuse to engage in spoilers aside from quickly glancing away from thumbnails, darn algorithms knowing what I'm interested in, not giving a care about spoilers! Lol

But you can be sure to expect Stanley stuff, it's a game I love <3