#eldritch swap

[fantasiasodapop]

Making A New Friend

This is a oneshot revealing the merging of Swap and Fresh into Ellie for the story of To Cure A Glitch's Blues. If you do not wish to consume spoilers, do not continue. If you are willing, walk on. A killer is waiting to greet you.

(Look in tags for trigger warnings. We keep everything light except for Fresh being a parasite but we don't want anyone getting hurt.)

Swap looked around, calling Fresh’s name. He had disappeared earlier that day and hadn’t told him where he was going, which was weird, because Fresh always told his little broseph. Swap knew so. Fresh promised.

Looking around the maze of a castle—Swap had gotten lost half an hour ago, but that wasn’t going to stop him—he tried to find any trace of the older skeleton when he heard… whimpering.

Swap froze. He knew that sound. He knew it far too well. Those were the cries of someone PAPS DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE trying to hide the fact that they were dusting so no one would notice. He had heard it too many times to forget that muffled sobbing sound of a monster holding their hand to their mouth mixed with the coughing up of dust as they prepared to disintegrate.

That wasn’t going to happen today. Not on his watch.

Swap rushed up to the door and grabbed the door handle only for the sounds inside to stop.

“W-who’s there?” came the all too terrifyingly familiar voice of Fresh, wobbling and shaking with pain.

Fresh. It was Fresh who was dying alone in the endless corridors of the Crescents’ Castle. Not today. Not today!

Swap slammed the door open to see… a random Sans tied up on the bed and Fresh with his glasses off? Fresh never took off his glasses. What was going on?

"S-Swap? No... No no no no no Swap you've gotta skedaddle on outta here, squirt! You're gonna get totes unfresh if ya stay here!" Fresh whispered, waving his hands at Swap before noticing his left one disintegrating and hiding that one behind his back.

Swap just stared as Fresh's glove dropped to the floor in a pile of dust. "You're... You're... You're dusting! We have to get Geno!"

Fresh blinked, staring at him. "I... Kid, dis ain't what it looks like. I'm... I'm totes r-rad! I promise!" he said, trying to give the little skeleton a reassuring smile.

"No you're not!" Swap insisted, stomping his foot as tears welled up in his sockets.

"Really, if you close dat door I'll be totes fresh again in a couple o' days―" Fresh began before Swap shocked him into silence.

"STOP LYING TO ME PAPY!" the little kid screamed before covering his mouth, tears streaming down his cheekbones.

Fresh looked down at him, finally realising what was going on, why Swap cared so much... and why Berror had insisted on this one.

"I know what dusting means, okay?!" Swap yelled, staring at the floor as his little gloved hands clenched into fists. "I know what happens when people dust. They promise you that they'll be back, that they'll be okay, but then they dust and you yell and yell and wait and wait but they never do! And you're all alone and you don't know how to take care of yourself because you always had your big brother to take care of you but he's gone now and you're all alone and the human went away and I CAN'T DO IT AGAIN I CAN'T!"

Fresh gave a shaky sigh as his arm finished disintegrating, and he walked up and put a hand on Swap's shoulder, getting down on one knee so he could look Swap in the eye.

"Okay. Okay, broski. I'll tell you," he said softly, giving Swap the best smile he could. "I just... I know you'll probably hate me after dis, so... just let me explain, okay?"

"I know I wasn't brought here to just be your friend," Swap whispered. "It seemed like a weird request, but I was so lonely, and he was giving me a way out... I couldn't say no. I knew something weird was going on, but I just wanted to leave."

Fresh clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Dat... Dat explains quite a bit, actually..." he admitted. "How long have you known?"

"Since you glared at Starberror for offering to take me," he said honestly.

Fresh nodded. "Dat would do it... Dat would do it... You are a smart little broski."

"My dad taught me not to trust people if they said weird things that didn't make sense," Swap replied proudly. "I just... bent that rule this once because... I wanted to come home with you..."

Fresh gulped, trying not to cry himself as he took a shaky breath. "Yeah... I get it. Not having a family is hard, broski. Dat's why I'm so lucky I've got the gang, y'know?"

Swap nodded. "Why didn't you tell them you were hurting?" he asked quietly.

"Oh Swap... dey already know," he replied solemnly.

The little one's eyelights widened in horror. "And they didn't do anything to help you?!" he gasped.

"See, dis is deir help," Fresh said, gesturing to their surroundings. "Dey gave me a rad room, dey got me a totes fresh Sans dere, and dey left me alone."

"They left you alone to die?!" Swap repeated. "Why?!"

"Broski..." Fresh sighed and sat down on the floor as his legs started disintegrating. "I don't got a lot of time to explain dis, okay? So... I'm gonna have to make dis quick unless ya wanna wait until next week."

Swap nodded, sitting down in front of him and looked at him attentively. "Dis... Dis isn't my body, Swap. Dis is Sans's body from Echotale #932," Fresh began, looking down at the floor. "My body is da little tentacle thing wrapped around da soul in my socket."

"That Sans is really nice then," Swap said with a smile. "Why didn't he need it anymore?"

"He... He did need it, Swap," Fresh corrected him gently. "I... I just took it from him because I needed it too."

"You... You took it? Why?" Swap asked, sounding distraught.

Fresh flinched, knowing exactly where this was going to go. "Because... Because I would die without it, Swap. I get really, really hungry, but I can only find food in other people's bodies or by eating souls, and eating souls is harder because I have to fight the body that I have, broski. So instead, I only eat the souls of very bad monsters occasionally, and have to keep stealing bodies to stay alive."

"So... You want to eat the souls of bad people, but the people whose bodies you take don't want to, so you have to keep stealing bodies to stay alive?" Swap summarised, letting that roll over in his mind.

"Yeah, that's exactly right, broski," Fresh agreed, a tiny spark of hope igniting inside him. Maybe Swap wouldn't hate him after all...

"What if your body let you eat souls?" Swap asked curiously, the cogs beginning to click together in his head. "What then? Would you still have to steal bodies?"

"No, I guess not, but no one would willingly give up deir body to me. I'm... I'm a freak," Fresh mumbled.

Both of them ignored the frantic muffled screaming on the bed.

"What would happen if someone gave you their body?" Swap asked, continuing his line of thought. "Willingly, I mean? You never said."

"I don't know. It's never happened before, broski," Fresh admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"What if... I gave you my body?" Swap offered quietly. Fresh looked up for the first time since he had started explaining, eyelights wide.

"W-what?" he asked, startled and not quite sure he wasn't hallucinating or dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time he had hoped for something like this...

"I trust you. I'd let you have mine. We could share it! And... And you could eat all the bad souls you want, and we'd never be alone, and I'd protect you and you'd protect me, and you'd never have to hide in a dark room dusting by yourself ever again!" Swap rambled, rushing forward to explain his idea.

"Swap... You... You don't know what you're offering... You're offering to give up everything for me. You'd never get to be alone; you'd have to eat other people to live; you'd be labelled a freak by everyone outside our castle; you would be stuck with me for the rest of forever, broski! Think about what that means!" Fresh pleaded, little more than a rib cage and a skull now.

"I did, Fresh. It means you get to live and you don't have to be scared that there won't be a next body. I think I'm okay with that," Swap assured him. "Just... tell me how we do this. Do you... Do you need me to do something or...?"

"I... I shouldn't be agreeing to this... You're just a kid... You can't... You can't consent to this..." Fresh muttered to himself. "You can't actually understand this..."

"Do you really want to go and have to fight the skeleton tied up on the bed?" Swap reasoned, rocking back so he could fold his arms. "Do you actually want to have to fight just to live to tomorrow?"

Fresh stared up at the Candyfell on the bed and could feel the aching exhaustion settle in long before he even attempted to take the Sans for himself. He could already imagine the week-long struggle it would take to just get him ready enough for Fresh to go about his daily business, and the month after where he'd have to relearn to fight again away from prying eyes so no one could know of his weakness. Memories of nights going hungry flashed before him, a hunger he tormented himself with because he had promised himself that this host would last longer than the last one, because it wasn't fair to Geno and Error to make them hunt down a new one just because he couldn't make his food stretch. Swap was right; he really didn't want to do that. He hadn't wanted to for a long time now. He was just so tired.

Then his gaze shifted to Swap, kind loving wonderful Swap, who knew exactly what would happen to him if this went wrong and still offered everything to him. He shuddered, his little violet body curling in on itself around the last dregs of his current host's soul as he tried not to think of how nice it would be to just say yes, to give in, to let someone who loved him take him in and protect him for the rest of eternity. How... How could he say no to such a tempting proposition? All the food he could ever want; someone to talk to who wouldn't just scream at him about how horrible he was; the sweet warmth of being able to feel love and compassion from the soul he was guarding instead of hatred and fear; and he'd be able to, wouldn't he? He'd be able to protect Swap's soul instead of devour it, cradle it in his tentacles where no one could ever hurt him again and he'd be his wouldn't he? Swap would be solely his and no one would ever be able to take him away. He'd have a forever companion, one he could tell all of the stories he'd witnessed over his long, long lifespan.

It was then that Fresh realised he was out of time, and he shook the dust from his torso, looking up at Swap warily with one beautiful multi-coloured eye as he tucked his tentacles closer to himself. This was the final test, he supposed: Swap's reaction to his true form.

Swap looked down at him in awe, brushing off a little bit of dust before picking Fresh up―and didn't that make the parasite want to bolt; nothing good had ever come of being held before―and holding him up just below his chin so he could see him better.

"Is this... Is this you?" Swap whispered reverently, eyes beginning to sparkle with stars. Fresh, no longer able to speak, shuffled in Swap's hands for a minute before nodding his torso at him. "You look so cool, Fresh," Swap told him, gently removing one of his gloves with his teeth before running a gentle phalange down one of Fresh's appendages.

The parasite shuddered, leaning into the touch that he so craved. No one had ever touched his true self so kindly before... not that many ever had the chance, but Fresh could feel the beating intent inside of Swap's soul with every stroke of his finger, and there was not an ounce of fear or hatred to be found; only pure, unadulterated compassion and familial love for him and him alone.

"So... How do I...? What do you need me to do, Fresh?" Swap asked, studying him for any kind of reaction.

Fresh, resigning himself to his fate and trying to deny his excitement, pointed at Swap's scarf.

"You... want my bandanna?" Swap asked, confused. Fresh shook a tentacle at him to mimic a finger waggle before tapping Swap's hand and pointing at the bandanna again.

"Oh! You want to sit on my bandanna!" Swap realised. "Okay!" He carefully moved his hand over so Fresh could climb into the fabric. "Now what?"

Fresh chuckled silently to himself as he climbed over the fabric to the opening between the two collarbones and slipped through.

Swap burst out laughing, reaching for his neck instinctively. "C-careful! I'm t-ticklish!" he warned Fresh.

The parasite ignored the warning, practically not even hearing it, as he was too busy staring at the beautiful soul that had been given to him. It was pure and white and whole, the most beautiful soul he'd ever seen, and he got to hold it in his tentacles. Man, in a few years when all the other Sanses would look at his host buddy with envy, he'd know that he was the luckiest guy alive. Swap was that good.

Fresh gently wrapped his tentacles around Swap's soul and turned, getting ready to take it to its new home in the safest part of any skeleton as he climbed back up Swap's ribs and came out the other side, clutching his prize.

Swap's metaphorical breath hitched when he felt Fresh wrap around his soul, wondering for the first time if this was actually a good idea, when he felt Fresh climbing up his neck. "What... What are you d-doing, b-broski?" he practically whispered, beginning to grow nervous now.

Fresh just patted the side of Swap's skull, trying to reassure the little skeleton. With that out of the way, he gently vine-roped his way across Swap's head with his tentacles to be stationed right over his eye, both of them staring into each other's beings.

"Everything... okay...?" Swap asked, his voice slurred as he was entranced by Fresh's gaze and grip on his soul. Fresh nodded, content that he had prepared Swap thoroughly, before climbing inside his new host's eye socket.

Swap immediately doubled over, scratching at his socket without ever gaining purchase with hyperventilating breaths. It only seemed to get worse―then he froze and simply sat there for a moment, still as a mouse as he stared at the floor.

The Candyfell Sans didn't dare move a muscle on the bed, not wanting to attract either entity's attention in order to save his own metaphorical skin. Unfortunately, that didn't last long.

"I'm... so... hungry..." Swap whispered, eyelights still dark as he stared. "So... hungry... We're so... hungry..."

Swap looked up at him, and in one socket there was his original eyelight dilated beyond measure while in the other a mesmerising red and yellow eye held him frozen.

Little did the poor Sans know that gaze had already marked him for death.

[eldritchpotato]

Mirrorbound

You’ve never enjoyed visiting your grandparents for the holidays. But when the shattering of an antique mirror seems to have released something into the old house things suddenly become much more interesting. Especially since the entity seems to be very grateful for releasing her.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Content Warning: Female reader, ghost sex, possession, dubious consent, stealth exhibitionism, blood and mild gore.

If superstition was to be believed you were now looking forward to seven years of bad luck. It was a nice distracting thought from picking up the shattered pieces of the priceless artifact you had carelessly knocked over while looking for holiday decorations in the attic.

The mirror had been ornate, and the detail carved into the wooden edge was hauntingly beautiful. One of your grandfather’s “curiosities” to be sure. Maybe it just gave you the heebie-jeebies because he only would have collected it if it was either haunted, had been somehow involved in someone’s death, or connected to something else equally awful.

You hissed as a piece of glass cut into your palm. “Bloody f—” you stopped yourself. “Mary, where are you?!” You yelled again. Your aunt was taking her sweet time.

Finally, she poked her head up through the trap door and held out a broom and dustpan for you.

“I’ll get you a bandaid, deerie,” she added cheerily before clambering back down the ladder.

You did your best to sweep the glass up but considering how filthy the attic was you certainly were doing little to clean it. Where were the decorations? Why didn’t they keep them somewhere that wasn’t practically booby-trapped?

By the time you had cleaned up, whatever dust you had swept up had just attached to you. After telling Mary to find someone else to get the decoration through a coughing fit you scurried towards the bathroom for a nice long shower.

Peeling off your dusty clothes you turned the water on. It was freezing, of course, the water in this ancient house took an eternity to warm up.

You settled on checking on your appearance in the mirror while you waited. How much damage had that dirty attic done?

It wasn’t as bad as you had feared, it was easy enough to get the spider webs out of your hair and a shower would do the rest.

But…

Something red dripped from the ceiling behind you. You glanced behind you but there was nothing. No liquid on the floor and no stain on the ceiling. There was no sign of anything strange. But red wasn’t something one would miss in a white bathroom and it wasn't like your mind had a habit of playing tricks on you.

Turning back to face the mirror a scream tore from your throat. You spun around, pressing back against the sink. But the spectator was gone. The bloody monstrous figure that had spider-climbed down the wall was nowhere to be seen.

“You alright, dearie?” Mary called, knocking on the door.

“Bloody Hell,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your chest. “I’m fine Mary,” you called back. “Just… almost slipped.”

“Are you sure?” she called back.

“Yes,” you huffed, leaning your head against the wall. Actually, you weren't sure you were fine. Hallucinating was a very much not normal and fine thing.

Alright, I’ll put the kettle on,” she offered before shuffling away.

Quickly you hopped in the shower to clean yourself off. Regardless of if you were losing your mind, you needed to get clean.

A chill ran down your spine as you lathered yourself. That primal feeling that you were being observed. But the bathroom was empty, the curtain was drawn, and no one was watching you.

You dried off quickly before scurrying back to your room to get a change of clothes. You paused on the way, still slightly dripping and wrapped in a towel. “Bloody Hell, Mary, what are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’ve got it, I've got it,” she huffed, awkwardly climbing back down the ladder with a box of decorations balanced precariously.

You just shook your head and stepped into your room, closing the door behind you. Since she had sorted that you were free until supper at which point maybe you could use your new hallucinations as an excuse to leave a few days early.

You hung your towel up and waltzed over to your still mostly packed suitcase to fish out some more clothes.

Standing back up you froze. Behind you, reflecting in the full-length mirror of the guest room was a woman. She wore a tattered white dress stained red. Blood soaked her long matted hair from various shards of glass embedded in her skull. She clung to the wall with talons, what little of her skin you could see was covered in runic tattoos.

Since she wasn't real you didn't panic. But the fact you were definitely hallucinating was bad, really bad. Like maybe you could call an ambulance bad. Did you call ambulances for hallucinations? Suddenly this seemed far more serious. And why this? Why some sort of bloody demon woman?

She looked up and you winced, her hollow clawed-out eye sockets somehow still seemed to observe you. She slowly moved closer, the only way to describe her movements was wrong.

Oh, you really didn't like that.

It was oddly fascinating. Such a strange thing for your brain to make up. You had never seen this… character before, she was of your own imagination. She was oddly beautiful, the strange perfection the dead were sometimes thought to have.

She was right behind you now. You didn’t move. Logically it wasn't real but your thundering panicked heart didn't agree quite so much. Actually, you weren't remotely calm, just too distracted by logistics to notice the whole being frozen by fear thing.

Weird.

She leaned past you, bringing a talon dripping with blood to the mirror’s surface. You could swear you could almost feel her dress brushing against you. You watched with fascination as she wrote in her own blood.

Droplets of blood trailed down the mirror, you reached out to wipe them but… they were on the other side. Not that that was possible, but…

“What…” you muttered to yourself.

The message appeared on the mirror the right way round in beautiful cursive.

“You called?”

[bearforceone3]

white & black lanterns

[venti-death-watch]

actively exploring an 'opposite' au of sorts which started out as a 'switching role' au--

aventurine is a doctor (statistical analysis) and a member of the genius society. he's so good at predicting what'll happen that some people think he's psychic, and every company out there wants him on their official payroll instead of a contract.

dr ratio's work was stolen by the ipc, and he dropped everything to try to get it back and erase all copies of it, as a world-destroyer is horrifically dangerous in the ipc's hands. at this point, he's just trying to take down the ipc.

sunday & robin were picked up by the ipc after their planet's destruction, and are currently stonehearts (anglesite & moonstone).

[wr-n]

Epsilon

Epsilon and Eldritch AU belong to me SwapDream belong to Song_A

[limeinaltime]

If the art request is open, can you draw Sebastian as a disassembly drones from Murder Drones series

Requests are closed, I don't really take them anymore, but I did actually draw Aster and Sebastian in the MD universe so here ya go :)

No lore, but I kinda imagine Sebastian as another victim of the Solver's corruption that was also experimented on by humans and Aster being infected with a rogue strand of the Solver that adapted to be a counter to its former host hivemind.

[kuromipuzzles2000]

eldritch Mr, 4 concept?!

(i thought so hard fr idk how to do chains tho-)

...SMGP got a new trauma i think, holy shit we're doomed, Mario alone wouldn't do much-

oh yeah the chained concept with a summoning circles came from @vertical-tacos tysm idk what i'll do without u sometimes lol (i no have original ideas for my own aus help)

[triangularitydubs]

Soooooo,

Who's invited CPAU Caine?

Well, I reached out to a lot but some havent even responded..

Carnival

Freakshow

Adventure

Wonderland

Cross(Responded!)

Spam Caine(Responded!

Hearts(Responded!)

Swap

Digital Chess

Terrible

Opposite

Slasher

Eldritch

Harlequinn

Pirate

Boxer

[psychologeek]

Fanarts and inspiration for "Hold them closely"

Eldritch!Danny and Baby! Ellie in space (2 versions)

Danny+Pizza party at the watchtower

Danny kinda look like a human fetus. I personally find it vert funny.

If you have questions about it, let me know :)

[the-local-eldritch-microwave]

Swap x dream angst

I want there to be a swap centric fic where blue feels replaced by cross and almost betrayed(not really in hindsight but it’s how he feels)by dream once cross gets added to the group and the other two start to fall in love cause blue thought he was dreams special litter soldier and for the longest time had been the level headed down to earth mortal that held the group down but now cross is here almost doing the exact same thing(not really and there would be major differences that does actually matter but this is blues pov so it’s how he feels and sees the situation) and taking his place and worst of all, cross is an even better fighter! before cross came he had been content in just staying friends with dream and admiring him in secret but now that cross is here he can’t help but fear he’s missed his chance to confess and be dreams special soldier cause now he’s got a new one and he looks so happy so blue can never bring himself to say anything and now he’s just painfully longing for a relationship he will never get(cause unfortunately dream and cross are quite smitten with each other and would probably go live in a cottage together if they could).

also, bonus points if cross and dream come out as dating to the group and while they’re celebrating and Ink is cheering them on all blue can feel is the pooling dread in his stomach but forces himself to smile and push the feelings down to make dream happy, even if he can’t help but think that it should’ve been him going on the dates and getting to hold dream and do all that couple stuff with him.

then something about Nightmare revealing it in a fight yadda yadda dream confronting blue and blue being forced into the friend zone forever and accepting it instead of just shoving his feelings down and then they all live happily ever after. Or maybe it ends in a poly idk. Both endings are happy one is just more bittersweet.

and Inks just kinda there, doesn’t do anything other then be the worlds best(worst) wingman and be the best third(maybe fourth) wheeler of the century.

[somereaderinblue]

Trigun Age Reversal AU

I've seen a lot of Role Swap AUs where the twins swap places BUT to spice things up, how about age reversal?

What if Vash was the first Independent plant? What if he's the one who's discovered, the remains of his body denied the dignity of death? What if a left arm hung suspended in chemicals, fingers curled as though clawing against the phantom straps of a dissection table, its palm the size of a child's reaching out, begging for a touch that didn't hurt?

What if Tesla was the youngest Independent, the baby sister? What if No Man's Land had an outlaw with an eyepatch instead of a prosthetic arm; wearing a coat dyed purple instead of red?

[fantasiasodapop]

"... Or, perhaps most terrifyingly, the face is real but not the face of the eyes looking out of it - a human mask for an intelligence both cold and calculating, wearing an inviting smile to bring you within reach other the dagger behind its back, waiting to slice the skin off of you because it needs a new disguise, because it is shaped like you but does not look like you, because it must pass as you so it can go among you, so that by starlight it may go on land and into town, where your kin are sleeping, unsuspecting."

Ultralaser, on the subject of mermaid anatomy.

(See under for CaGB spoilers.)

Meet Eldritch Swap, better known as Ellie, who is a young Swap that through reasons unknown to the public, ended up in a mutualistic relationship with the Fresh Parasite, where the parasite provides inter-world transportation and protection while the Swap provides a (shared) body and food for the parasite.

After all, who ever thinks that the little kid is a soul eater in disguise?

[eldritchpotato]

Mirrorbound 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Mary moaned into your kiss. You couldn't feel it, not like her but it was enough.

“You’re perfect, you know that,” Mary chucked as you struggled to unzip her coat, your fingers only partially tangible. “We’re going to be stuck together for a very long time, it's good we see eye to eye,” she giggled at her own twisted humour.

As many questions as you had you didn't really feel like talking much right now. Not as you felt yourself up.

Mary leaned back, opening herself up to you. How strange to see things from this angle. You didn't waste any time, latching yourself to Mary’s clit. You didn’t need to take things slow, you knew what your body liked.

“I m-masturbated like four times this morning already but fuck,” Mary admitted breathlessly. “I feel insatiable.”

That was perhaps the hottest thing you had ever heard. Violating, yes, invasive, absolutely, but also really fucking hot. It wasn't really your body right now, it was her’s, it was her opportunity to have one again. Who were you to judge what she did with it?

You had better things to be focusing on than objectifying your own body in the most literal way possible. You knew how your pussy tasted, you could practically imagine it as you ate Mary out. Tongue and teeth and fingers. You liked them all and so did the body she was borrowing.

“Oh fuck,” Mary groaned. 

How old was she? She seemed all the more contemporary and modern with every second. Despite her ghastly Victorian appearance, her accent wasn’t even anything odd.

You would have to inquire about that later.

You slipped fingers inside her, disappointed you didn’t have that long tongue. Using both hands you spread yourself open, relishing in every moment to see everything. Mary was squirming.

You couldn’t fist yourself… you already knew that… but you could still stuff yourself. Mary was definitely soaked enough for it and you wanted to fit as many fingers as you could inside her.

Four fingers was the limit, splaying them wide as you tongued her clit. Mary was kicking at the ground, hands failing to grasp you in a vindicating way as you sent her spiralling over the edge.

She even squirted, a damn shame it all went straight through you. You were always too busy squirting to relish in the accomplishment. She was beautiful like this, drowned in pleasure.

As much as you preferred having a body, having her take the reins and making her come apart would be delightful.

“I think I’m in love,” Mary croaked.

You drew a heart in the snow beside her.

She must have been freezing, her ass now bare in the snow but while it was snowy it wasn’t cold. Still, she hurried to fumble back into her pants. She was going to have to go all the way back to the house with her pants soaked with her own juices.

She pulled your phone out of her pocket and opened the notes app. “Type,” she offered.

“How old are you?”

It seemed appropriate considering she knew how to use a phone.

“Not much older than you. I died in a car crash after a performance. That’s why I look uh… so intense,” she explained sheepishly.

“Lol, so the Victorian look is a costume?”

“A lot of the blood is too, I mean… not the glass and the uh… eyes but… it was a regency reenactment of Carie,” she explained.

You took a moment to process that information. Things had truly taken a turn you could have expected even less than the already insane turn things had taken in the first place.

You were starting to get a little antsy though. 

“Can I have my body back now?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she nodded, her reluctance was clear but a split second later the whole world blurred. Sensations slammed back into you and now you were the one sitting in the slow, your pants full of your own cum.

“Yeah, that’s on me,” you chucked. “I will go get us clean,” you added, deciding to make your new roommate feel at home.

Mary typed a winking emoji. As you stood you felt her trial a hand between your legs. Your legs briefly lost coordination before you caught yourself.

“At least let me get back to the house first,” you groaned. 

Mary fortunately left your oversensitive pussy alone. Proof of your own skill considering how thoroughly fucked you currently felt.

However, she still played with your nipples under your coat all the way home.

You had a feeling of how things were going to be going for the foreseeable future. And boy did they look like so much fun.

[galaxygermdraws]

@the-art-knight

Another one that was a discord message but uh. My brain saw "eldritch Tango" n thought about how space is endless and could be read as an eldritch being of sorts and uhhhh. Is Tango the space or is the body Tango. Who knows. This is 3 days late for the Moon Big anniversary.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Here’s the prompt list if you want to send me requests!! Thankyu)

[theywhospringforth]

I have two different au storylines under TWSF au bc why keep it just to one... we'll just go into the one for this post.

First we have a sort of spin off of a Role Swap au. In this, the other bishops were about to imprison Narinder in the land of the dead when he suddenly disappeared.

Narinder wakes up in the clearing where his cult lead by Ratau used to be and he's now mortal/semi-mortal. He's doesn't know for a while whether this was his sibling's punishment for him or some other curse but either way, he wants his revenge on them.

Not long after he establishes his cult, he starts to get strange but comforting dreams that he doesn't remember and someone is leaving goods and relics in his path in the woods of Leshy's domain.

Ratau plays a little more active role in helping Narinder with the cult. He travels often since he is in charge of sustaining the cult. Trading for goods and convincing merchants to set up closer to the cult. When he is there, he helps keep things in order while Narinder is gone on crusade.

It's not until Narinder starts to remember parts of his dreams that he figures out who is helping.

Ratau's brother Ratoo plays a little bit of a different role here. Instead of being unaffiliated, he is the witness of life. He is one of the few who still worship a god long forgotten.

See Life was imprisoned before the fall of the first gods, but they are still able to watch the world from their pocket dimension prison and they are fascinated by Death, by Narinder. They could not stand the thought of him being imprisoned in one of the few places they cannot see or reach so they used what remnants of power they still have in order to rip him from the grasp of the other bishops; the side effect of this being his descension from godhood.

They make a deal with Ratoo for his heart in order to regain enough power to enter Narinder's dreams.

After Narinder starts remembering a their dream conversations, Lambren has Ratoo help more directly.

(Side note: I changed Ratoo's background a bit bc I love the idea of one worshipping death and the other life.)

Ratoo actually knows where the Lamb is imprisoned and has a way to enter and exit freely.

For Lambren's motives, mainly it's just their unhealthy obsession with him. They have vague hopes that he might free them, but does not hinge their help on any promise for Narinder to free them.

The god of life, Lambren, was actually locked away for good reason. I have not decided for sure if I'll go the same route with this story as the other one in this au, so for now, it can remain undecided.

This version has the added advantage of god Lamb holding little mortal Narinder in their palm and listening to his complaints or rambling to him about various things.

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A lizard cuts its tail when it senses danger.

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