#bodysnatched

[petitemortality]

FYF 8: Bodysnatched (18+) - OUT NOW!

Goofy goopy halloween monsterfucker erotica

A monstrous halloween ball descends into sexy hijinks when a stitched-together party girl loses track of where she left a very important part of her anatomy.  

Dolly is determined to wow the party VIPs and earn herself a spot in their inner circle, even if that means fucking her way to the top. But to pull that off, she'll have to figure out two things: who snatched her favourite accessory, and what's a girl gotta do to get it back?

7k+ words in EPUB and PDF format, with a cover by the graveyard smash Taylor Titmouse.

Content:

Various genderqueer characters

Modular anatomy / anatomy swapping

Lots of monsterfucking

Simulated lactation

Size difference

Transactional sex

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FYF 1: Go Fuck Yourself

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[wildgeese98]

It's kind of unfortunate that the only bit of characterization for original! Elias that's widely talked about is him being a stoner. It's true that for a long time that's literally the only thing we got. One funny throwaway line. But we do learn a bit more in mag 193 (one of my favorite s5 episodes incidentally) and it makes him a much more interesting and tragic character.

Elias was an aimless rich kid trying and failing to live up to his father's high expectations for him. He was raised to believe that he deserved success and power simply because of the family he was born into. It's implied that this alienated him from his peers leaving him incredibly isolated. It probably also meant he didn't have a lot of control over his own life, following the path he was expected to rather than what he acctually wanted. Even before being marked by the Eye he probably felt like was constantly watched and judged, and found wanting.

The statement draw heavy parallels between original! Elias and Jon. In fact the line between them gets very blurred as Jon "plays" Elias in the statement and Elias's VA plays Jonah in the body of James Wright. Jon and Elias are both parallels and opposites. They were both marked and drawn to the Institute by that mark.

Elias had the conviction that he was destined to be important and he was right the most perverse, twisted way possible. He was only ever there to be used and used completely. To the point were he ceased to be, leaving only his body to puppeted by Jonah.

Jon had no such conviction, and yet he became literally the most import person in the world. But that was only after being moulded and completely reshaped by Jonah. He in a way lost almost as much autonomy and control of his body as Elias did. Though he at least got to keep his mind, for the most part.

This has gotten away from me a bit, but the point remains. Elias, like a lot of TMA characters, is a fascinating person who we only get to see brief snatches of. I think about him a lot. I especially think about how horrifying it must have been to realize, for the briefest moment, that his mind and body were being completely taken over, right before his consciousness was snuffed out.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

~ khux finale ~

it was just supposed to be a shitpost but it kinda…got sad…😅

[remaining-pain]

Will Ramos in "Wired for Destruction" by Bodysnatcher (x)

[kentuckycaverats]

when is a tremere not a tremere? when she's a secret salubri dominated into believing she's the childe of the tremere lord/regent/primogen before she's even had a chance to earn her third eye.

ayoni olowe (she/her), npc from my nola by night chronicle, by the indomitable @crownedinmarigolds !!

[basement-buddy]

Based on that one Roblox picture

[faunamafu]

the summer mafuyu died (the summer hikaru died au/crossover)

[fisherrprince]

could luxu bodysnatch a horse, thread locked by a moderator after 29484 pages of heated debate,

[luridon]

It's him, isn't it?

You should love it, because you love him, and he loves you.

Why don't you?

♡characters: yandere!impostor x aware!reader

♡warnings: MINORS DNI, blood, murder, identity horror, obsession, psychological horror, dehumanization, MINORS DNI

♡notes: many, many messy questions, ambiguity, a man and/or monster may or may not be gaslighting itself, maybe impostor syndrome

♡w/c: 800~ | ♡masterlist♡

It holds you in his arms. You do not move away, anymore. You simply lie there, gazing at nothing.

Your skin is warm against its own. That heat is the only thing you share with him now.

It holds you tighter.

Are the hands wrong, or were they always so cold? Would you prefer they be so, so you can see what it is, and know it for what it is, or should it mimic his hands in their entirety? Is the jealousy its own, or is it his? Is everything his?

Certainly, this body and all its love are his. It settles and calms in a way that it never would when apart from you, because he loves you. The heart hammered at your smile and ached at your tears.

You are his. Part of it

that is him

sings

weeps

at your rejection of

him

what remains.

Your devotion is painful all the same. There you lay, so bereft of who you love when he's right in front of you, as devoted as he always has been.

"Won't you look at me?"

It misses your gaze. Your warmth, your voice, your everything. Your presence is all it has now, and even that had to be carved with claws and chains.

What should it say for you to embrace it?

Do you know? I came to kill you, but I couldn't.

I've never thought of hurting you, I never will.

It will lie as easy as it breathes for your sake. It would have gladly lied forever if you had let it. It still would, if you'd only say so. It will mold itself into whatever you please. Can't you see? It's been trying so hard.

Won't you look at it, flaws and all? Won't you tell it that it's him? Even if you will never see it for what it is, can't you pretend? Call it by his name again, the way you used to, with stars in your eyes and love in your voice so bright it warmed him always. It will be him. You would have loved it if it were him. What does it matter if it's an empty echo, a mere mask? It would rather burn the visage you desire onto its own and wear that face until it dies than see you so disheartened.

Yet you don't look. You don't speak. You stopped weeping, long ago.

. . .your neck is so warm. Your blood is so lovely, pulsing at your throat. You live still, even if you don't love. You don't hate it enough to leave like that. You love him too much to go.

It's a small comfort.

"Please," he whispers, and you no longer flinch in his arms at the sound of his voice. "Please. . ."

Please look at me. Please hold me. Please love me. Care for me as you used to, even if so little remains.

He loves you. It loves you.

Was he truly so different now?

When he returned, and you first saw him, you were overwhelmed with relief. He had been gone too long. You held him close and warm, and it was all too easy to grow drunk and happy in your open adoration. How he ever had the strength to leave you, it didn't know.

It couldn't have fathomed the pain once those blissful, ignorant days came to an end.

Where had it gone wrong? The act must have come from somewhere, the way the love and the blood did, so why did you look at him so? Why did you call him a monster? Did you see one beneath his skin? Do you truly see one still?

The blood was cooling, drying already, when you saw him. There hadn't been a second thought, or a moment's hesitation. Striking had been as easy as breathing. A moment of clarity, a marriage of motive more ingrained than instinct because it was for you.

So why were you so afraid?

You stood there, aghast, then ran and hid. Why did you think you had to, when he would never harm you? You knew him so well, so what made you think you even could?

You love all of him, don't you? No matter what he'd do, you'd overlook his mistakes and find them endearing, you'd brush it all aside and only hold him tighter. You love him. You said you would always love him, so it must be in the wrong. It must be a beast that's finally shed its human skin. It must be a monster that took away your beloved, because the alternative is unthinkable-

That there was never another, that there's no monster at all, that he's been a wretched thing all along-

And that you would have never loved him, if you had known.

[crowreys-wormstache]

One of these days Adrian Tchaikovsky is gonna drop a novel about sentient spacefaring leeches and for about 600 pages I'm gonna be forced to care about those bastard creatures and I'm gonna LIKE IT

[smollkittykat]

Castiel doesn't know what the tightness in his chest quite means when he looks in the mirror and discovers crows feet next to Jimmy Novak's eyes.

So he reaches for the hair wax that stood in front of the mirror. Dean's.

Castiel carefully opened it, as if it's something to be wary of. He glances up at his refelction in the mirror.

The first attempt is clumsy at best. he tries slicking his hair to the side, trying to copy the way The hunter would quickly fix his own hair up when they'd go out for drinks after casework.

When Castiel is finished he glances back at the human face of the body he's possesing.

Jimmy Novak's dead body that continues to age.

He wonders if it will ever feel like his own.

His hair is combed, he fixes his tie.

The tightness in his chest remains.

[petitemortality]

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Meatheads

Trapped by a lethal boiling sun, in the neon ruins of a fallen supercity, three tank-grown ultrasoldiers have nothing to kill but time and no enemy but their own overheated flesh. Daily hormone shots gave them hard bodies, but without a seedsucker to offer them relief, they soon have something even harder to contend with. It's not gay if you come out on top...right?

Lucky Little Lunatics

It's said that if a virgin dances naked under the light of the solstice moon, she will be entered by the spirit of the Huntress and granted the power of transformation. That all sounds pretty good to Min - although she doesn't exactly qualify as a virgin. If one night of debauchery in the woods with her new witchy friends can transform her stress levels, that will be good enough for her. But as the moon rises over the deep forest, something else rises up in Min. Something monstrous. Something as ancient and vital as the seasons. It has great dripping fangs, razor-sharp claws, and an insatiable, beastly libido. The night won't end until the Huntress is satisfied...and to do that, the coven must offer her a hunt.

Bodysnatched

A monstrous halloween ball descends into sexy hijinks when a stitched-together party girl loses track of where she left a very important part of her anatomy.   Dolly is determined to wow the party VIPs and earn herself a spot in their inner circle, even if that means fucking her way to the top. But to pull that off, she'll have to figure out two things: who snatched her favourite accessory, and what's a girl gotta do to get it back?

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[fulgurbugs]

Flats! Up next is shading to really make them sparkle

[imdointhebestieverdid]

I saw Emmure tonight and omfggggg they were so fucking good

[ot3]

phoenix's characterization is for the most part really not that bad in dual destinies. his relationship with trucy is completely neutered and gutted and i think he shouldnt have been a playable protagonist but other than that my complaints about DD's writing dont really center around him. so what in god's fucking name happened in SOJ

[basement-buddy]