#The Gift of Gab

[votava-records]

The Gift of Gab "Protocol"

from the Gift of Gab album 'THE NEXT LOGICAL PROGRESSION' available on Quannum Projects.

Rest In Power Gifty Wifty!

[corruptionprincess]

one sentence post with a whole paragraph in the notes

[wolfspaw]

[placeholderfortomorrow]

The “gift of gab” is not a gift.

STFU!!

[pantheonfixations]

Uh, so, does Victor have an invisible dog for a familiar??? I don’t remember that being addressed but I have questions!

[incepstla]

“Come dance with me in hell, won’t you, father?!”

Dabi │Touya Todoroki

Happy holidays @inosuks from your @animangasecretsanta  ♡

xx

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Timothy Jerome Parker better known as Gift of Gab of Blackalicious died June 18, 2021 R.I.P.

[kaijuparfait]

I saw ur tags about indulging in the body horror aspect of the Symbiote/Host dynamic and im just here to say: do it >:3

YES.

GOD. ok so. I've always enjoyed the concept of body horror, not all the way, but it looked cool in art! But! Recently Symbrock (and Venom as a whole) has turned that up to 100- both in a "Wow! Cool alien creature biting people's heads off! >:D" way, but also in a "The goo is in his organs, his tissue, his cells... how romantic!" way.

And, if you'll excuse me, I'll only be talking about my (limited) knowledge/headcanons with Symbrock because I haven't read all the comics yet so this is all with Eddie and the Venom Symbiote in mind-

Firstly, I don't think I've ever seen anyone mention how the Symbiote can enter/exit it's Host's body through their skin, without damaging the Host. There's no wounds, just the easy slide in between layers of cells, Venom can be as solid as they want but can also come together so seamlessly, its like watching someone fold a deck of cards.

Even on a psychological standpoint, the idea of actually being "Venom". Singular. Not "We" are Venom. But the idea of two beings, from different sides of the universe, coming together perfectly as one being, one mind, one consciousness. A bit of an OC ramble, I have this OC that goes into this idea of acting as one being and I'll talk about them later but WOAH is it fun. The sheer intimacy of it.. not losing your own self, but simply combing it with another to create something- someone new.

Ok onto the actual body horror-

I am not normal about the Symbiote literally being in Eddie's blood. Blood is everywhere in the body, anywhere you poke, blood will come out- and in that, the Symbiote, ready to heal the wound.

Speaking of healing wounds, and also this post because I keep rereading it, it makes me ill, the Venom Symbiote truly sees it's Host as it's home. and that does something to me. The way it keeps the body healthy, like how you would clean your house, no longer having to worry about illnesses or infections; how it heals any injuries, like fixing a broken wall, repainting it, like there was no damage in the first place.

Knowing it's home so well, able to know what's wrong and how to make it right. Complete and utter devotion to it's beloved home, the one that keeps it safe, willingly, lovingly let's it- wants it inside to keep it safe. To know that something that could tear apart planets if it so wanted to, something that bares it's rows of teeth as a natural expression, something that has destroyed countless lives- to know something like that gently rests in the space between your organs because it wants to. And how much you want it to too.

And this goes both ways too! When they're Venom and get hurt, they way the Symbiote peels away from the body is.. its amazing that the Symbiote can be torn away from it's Host. When Eddie gets hurt, the Symbiote comes out, from inside- When Venom gets hurt, instead of blood or organs, it's Eddie at the center, but he acts as the same anyways. Eddie is the Symbiote's life, he is it's heart, carefully tucked away and protected.

Even though Eddie doesn't particularly enjoy eating people's brains, he comes up with a compromise for the 2 of them anyways, he buys tons of chocolate for it to eat too, and that adds up for a guy that is living in a one room flat. and AND AND I will never get over how, in LTBC, Venom leaves all the red m&m's, because the red dye is said to be harmful to humans in large amounts, so even though it's one of the few things it needs to live, it refuses it to keep Eddie- it's Host- it's home safe.

and, I mean, Venom totally could eat Eddie if it so wanted to, in the first movie, Eddie's literally going through.. several organ failures- but Venom puts him back together, back better! and i am suddenly ill-

excuse my weird ideas but hhhhhh Eddie being torn apart and put back together..... yeah. how much trust is needed for that? how much love is shown from letting it consume his flesh and bones, from it eating the thing it loves the most, from it knowing every ridge and curve of every organ and cell to put everything back where it was?

how much love is needed to destroy something, to be destroyed, and come back together?

also Trust Exercise is a dang good fic, i need more of this. please. or i'll start making it myself (i'll do it anyways)

This, too, can go both ways, I am a big fan of swapping how Eddie and Venom and portrayed, both in canon and in fanon, just for the fun of it- and I'm just saying... let Eddie tear apart the Symbiote! maybe Eddie wants to rip it apart with his teeth and bare hands! Let them fight and rip each other apart, but with love <3 (oh fight/sparring scenes between friends/lovers, how i love you so)

you can't really see it well, and i'll make a better show of it later, but my design for (movie) Eddie has sharp teeth and that isn't for no reason. I.... ADORE the idea that, after being Venom for so long, Eddie starts adapting parts of them into his "normal" body- sharper teeth, clouded eyes, maybe even some of his skin is pitch black too, just because it makes him feel like Venom in his everyday life, even a little bit.

ough i need to lay down after that but- THANK YOU so much for asking me this, this was such a treat to let out, it's like a weight has been lifted off me lmao

i'll probably have more on this topic later on, but i'll probably use those ideas for art/writing, i love thinking about them :3

EDIT: ALSO ALSO ALSO the way the Venom Symbiote literally goes against it's very nature to love Eddie, it goes against what every other Symbiote does, it betrays it's entire race and planet- JUST TO BE VENOM WITH EDDIE <3

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[aliatori]

A New Kind of Salt Price

The Forsaken and the Forsworn | post-Fate | Gabriel Berthelot | 900 words | Explicit (Monsterfucking, masturbation, self-bondage, masochism, religious offerings)

Right around the point where Gabriel tugs on his nipples, suckers dexterous enough to pinch both skin and the golden bars of jewelry pierced through it, he decides he should have done this ages ago.

The pulse of Xeheia’s ocean competes with his own, beating louder than battle drums in his ears. Being submerged in chill saltwater does little to cool his blood. If anything, it makes his cock throb harder, barbs frilling across the considerable length unfurled between his other tentacles, each looped coil swollen with lust.

Ain’t like he’s doing much touching of it, though. He’d have spent already if so. But how long he’s been beneath the waters surrounding the Storm’s Eye is anyone’s guess. He’s got no godsdamned idea.

Two of his ink-dark limbs writhe in the surrounding sea, the twisting shadows treading water and keeping him afloat. Another pair wraps around the heft of his chest, squeezing and pinching and pulling his tits almost with a mind of their own—except it’s his mind too, given how his thoughts keep wandering to a certain green-eyed bastard and his habit of tenderizing him something fierce before a fuck. Each touch of tentacle brings with it the taste of his own skin, though the salt-dense ocean blots out any subtleties to be found. He’s overwhelmed by texture instead: smooth metal, taut nipple, puckered scars, goosefleshed skin, tiny hairs.

If he’s honest, he’s been overwhelmed since he got the bright idea to bring himself off in this form (again). Had he not been cursed with one shred of Watcher-cursed patience this evening, he’d have both hands around his dick, stroking himself in the same direction from root to end until he burst, careful not to cut himself on the glistening grey spikes (again). Which is why his human arms are pinned behind his back with two of his own tentacles.

There’re still plenty of other ways to please himself. Lots, in fact.

Gabriel teases the slit his cock grows from with a seventh arm, tilting his head back and moaning out a stream of bubbles. Golden bliss glitters through him as he traces each slick edge of the sensitive opening with the tip of his arm. He stretches the slit to near-uncomfortable fullness by thrusting the tip in further, relishing the briny taste of himself with an appreciative groan.

He can only hold back so much, now. He’s had one obsidian tentacle wrapped around his cock as soon as it grew from him, squeezing it in rhythmic pulses, like the ones Jihane makes when she comes riding his fingers. As long as he doesn’t move the arm up or down, the barbs aren’t (much) of a threat; he gets the thousandfold friction of all his suckers nuzzling his dick.

And it’s not just the physical. Here beneath the waves, as much immersed in Xeheia’s realm as mortal waters, there’s an umbral holiness to the act. Gabriel’s offered Xeheia so much pain across the years, by choice and by force and all of it underscored by bloodlust. But a salt price can be pleasure too. One he’s ready and willing to give.

Very ready.

He stops the shallow thrusts into his slit and brings that arm to wrap around his muscular shoulders and neck, leaving only enough tentacle to cover his mouth with its tapered end. Gabriel’s hands might be bound, but he can take a leaf from Hugo’s smutty book, at least this once. He bites down on the tough, rubbery flesh like he means it, hard enough to taste the bitter black blood of his half-shadowkraken form. Gorgeous, delicious pain explodes through him like cannon fire, destroying his turns of edging as surely as a ship’s hull.

No choice but to screw his eyes shut as he shoves himself past the precipice, falling forward into a yawning abyss of pleasure as dark as the Depths themselves.

His flexible cock grows straight and rigid in the throes of his climax. Every barb stands at attention, more pain cascading through Gabriel's senses as the prongs cut into the single tentacle he keeps curled around it. Milky grey fluid spurts in time with the pulse of his dick, over and over, clouding the waters with his new salt price, blending suffering and release into an inseparable mix. Gabriel jerks in his self-made restraints, inhaling blessed waters through his nose only to moan them out through his partway covered mouth, bubbles tickling his own flesh.

After long moments, the tide of tension recedes. It’s an effort to ease the tight grip of tentacles from the generous bulk of his body; each sharp pop of a sucker peeling from his skin leaves behind the portent of a bruise, the chain of which will no doubt be abused by his one-time captain in the coming days.

Worth it.

Gabriel stretches his now freed arms back and forth in the water, a twang deep in his shoulder reminding him he ain’t quite as limber as he used to be. Thus relieved, a wave of satisfaction crests and crashes into Gabriel. Post-peak euphoria draws a soundless laugh from him, his delight eagerly swallowed by his goddess’ sea.

There’s work to be done. There always is now. He’ll pull himself to a more human shape and get back to some of it. Eventually.

For now, he closes his eyes and drifts—in prayer, in pleasure, on purpose.

[hellaephemeral]

i’m going to become the world’s greatest swordman. not bad for being the crew member of the king of pirates.

happy birthday to my dearest @roronoua!!!!

[votava-records]

The Gift of Gab "Protocol"

Rest in Power!

The Gift of Gab "Protocol" from the Gift of Gab album 'THE NEXT LOGICAL PROGRESSION' available on Quannum Projects

[dontaskmeforprophecies]

Does anyone know what you should do when you lied to someone you definitely should not have lied to? Like genuinely the last person anyone would want to have lied to.

[altschmerzes]

oh i have a version of this that i made after my fiancee encouraged me to write something in a fic that i felt horribly self-indulgent and embarrassed for so i made one for all of you my lovely friends, my pals my buddies here on the internet, to use to convince yourself that you should write that fic or draw that art or make that project and that it doesn't matter how dumb it seems or that you think people won't like it or that is a trope or idea that Everyone's Already Done or whatever else.

[criticalrolo]

is it. annoying as a DM. to say I am kind of sick of silvery barbs as a spell DKDJSKKSD

[pantheonfixations]

Not only was Sandra Lynn fresh out of highschool when she met Bobby Dawn, she was likely the same age as Buddy’s parent.

She likely knew his kid/s and grew up with them and he still had a relationship with her

And she was somehow the bad guy

Im boiling about it