#eldritch time monsters my ass

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

There are more time lords than paying passengers on this train

time lord lore is funny because on one side of the dweu they’re 11-dimensional borderline eldritch entities who created coherent history and on the other side there’s Leela bullying the combined forces of chancellory guard and the CIA with a four inch knife and a robot dog

[bylertruther]

and if i . and if i said. what i if i said. what i . LEAKED Vecna And Will Scene from Stranger Things Season 5 (NOT CLICKBAIT!1!!!) 😱‼️

[izzystizzys]

Ever since touching down on Triple Zero, both a military and quality marker for the planet in his mind, Marshall Commander Fox had become intimately acquainted with the biting pain of headaches and migraines.

This, however, feels like it’s going to make his skull cave inside out.

“I can hear voices, Thorn”, Fox hisses, wide-eyed, breathing harshly through his nose. His bucket sadly lolls around on the pavement from where he ripped it off in a panic, unable to breathe all of a sudden. But even exposure to the open air hasn’t helped much - now, Fox just feels like a fish drowning in water, desperately breathing in the air but unable to keep it in his lungs.

“I mean, we all hear voices, ori’vod, that’s really less concerning than if you couldn’t -“, Thorn begins, hands stretched out towards Fox like he’s trying to approach a rabid beast. “Voices, Thorn!”, Fox repeats, whisper-screaming over the strange sensation of all his blood pooling in his head and ears popping. “In my kriffing head!”

Thorn’s mouth opens to gape, then closes again immediately, countenance turning decidedly more alarmed than before. Fox crumbles to the ground, head clutched in his hands, moaning in painpainpainpain-

The only thing like this he’s felt before is after one of his private meetings with the Chancellor, the one he never lets anyone else have and Fox never remembers. It feels like there’s something else in his head, worming around his thoughts and bouncing off the insides of his skull-

“- is kriffing losing it, Thire, I don’t know what to do -“

“- keep position, help is -“

“- kriffing RED ALERT, what the -“

“- do you mean a karking Venator exploded over Coruscant?!”

“- call it the Zillo Beast - it caved in the side of the ship, apparently, and is making for the surface -“

The pressure inside Fox’s head increases, warmth dripping over his cheeks and from his noise, swelling until he thinks his head really will explode, and then - stops-

Fox looks up, gasping, at the shadow that has fallen across his and Thorn’s patrol, into two massive, glowing eyes. The thing tilts its head, and chirps. It sounds like a greeting.

Silence. Then -

“You’re right”, Fox says, in a daze, “we should kill the Chancellor.”

“WHAT”, Thorn screeches.

———————————

Fox wakes an indeterminate amount of time later to a gentle breeze and nebulous feeling in his head. This is strange for several reasons - one, Guard HQ are both insulated and airconditioned like ass, thus the temperature is always wrong and the air constantly stuffy, and two - he hasn’t woken up not in pain since touching down two years ago.

“Stabby gave you the good shit”, his own voice says, and yeah, that would explain that.

“Stabby is a little bitch”, Fox tries to say, which comes out more like a warbled gurgle. “You’re welcome”, a third voice replies, sarcastically. Fox pries open his eyes with great difficulty. Ah, yes, that’s Stabby looming across the room - and Stone, next to his bedside, lounging in a chair next to a passed-out Thorn, whose head is tilted across the back of his chair at an angle that will definitely put a crick in it.

And, behind them, where the medbay wall used to be, two gigantic, glowing green eyes, tilting along with the rest of the eldritch face floating next to Fox’s bed.

“Hgngndndnsndnfnfffhhh”, he vocalizes, and Stone shrugs. “Yeah, been there the whole time. Do you remember anything?” Fox frowns. Stabby snickers somewhere from his far corner, quietly bustling around and probably concocting something nefarious to make Fox sleep or “take a break”.

Stone’s eyebrows rise incrementally. “Really? Not even when you mounted the space monster, took a joyride through half of Coruscant, crashed through the Senate Dome and battled a lightning-launching Chancellor?”

Fox blinks. The Zillo Beast chirps cheerfully. “Huh.” A sense of strange, deep satisfaction spreads through Fox’s chest, raising goosebumps. “Did we bite his head off? I think we bit his head off.”

Stone chokes, and Stabby races over to thump him on his back, Fox watching warily for any sharp objects. You never know on that one - one second he’s checking your pupils for dilation, then you’ve got a needle sticking out of you and boom, ten hours gone. Or suddenly you’re spitting out decaf - ew - at five kriffing in the morning, being lectured about heart health and some other banthashit.

Something that feels strangely like a chuckle titters across Fox’s mind, and when he looks over, the Zillo Beast is blinking innocently at him.

“Yeah, your little friend did actually bite off the Chancellor’s head” Stone confirms, once he can breathe again. Thorn slowly stirs, until he jackknifes to awareness all at once, and then Fox has a lap full of hugging vod’ika.

“ - took twenty years off my kriffing life, goddamn, ori’vod, you’re giving me grey hair -“

“It’ll match your old man bones”, Stabby murmurs, making Thorn screech indignantly into the top of Fox’s head. The Zillo Beast trills mournfully, aiming a sad look at the medic, who shakes his head and brandishes a hypo at the thing. Fox wonders if he’ll have to intervene - he would try to hypo an eldritch space monster, the absolute lunatic. “Absolutely not - we talked about this, no scritchies until we can be sure it won’t bust more of Fox’s ribs!”

Fox’s mouth opens, and Thorn snickers mercilessly. Stone, far too dignified for it, buries a grin in a datapad. “It’s imprinted on you, Fox’ika”, he says instead, the traitor. “Tried to gte to you in the Jedi temple, but it wouldn’t fit - which is when we brought you here. The interior design was so butt-kriffing ugly it wouldn’t matter much to tear it out.”

“Imprinted?”, Fox asks, not even willing to touch on anything else that’s been said yet. An image flashes across the inside of his skull - him, tossing a space-tennis-ball into the air, and the Zillo Beast slithering off after it. In reality, it perks up and mrows hopefully at Fox God, he wishes he was still insensate. Thorn snickers again, and the desire increases tenfold.

“Yeah, like in that one holoshow, whatchacallit - with that one blonde chick, the Mother of Krayts - you know, the one that made Hound cry when they killed the loth wolves so we had to ban it in barracks?” Thorn’s eyes light up. “Wait, does that make you the mother of Zillos?!”

“Oooh, mummy Fox!”, Stabby screeches, the absolute traitor. Stone breaks out into barking laughter, and Thorn sounds like he’s actively asphyxiating. Fox hates them. Fox turns to the Zillo Beast.

“Please, please eat them.”

[blazingblorbos]

OH yeah! no btw I rescind almost all of my previous tags LMAO.

In the far depths and dark reaches of the back of my mind, I was constantly thinking "Oh !!! This is the previous head of the House of the Hearth ..!!!" and I KNEW that Freminet once mentioned her.

And I realized that Arlecchino being a child under her care, and killing her by the time she was - presumably - a teenager or young adult meant that this was actually a really recent historical event.

But for some reason the second this scene appeared on my screen, those two thoughts evaporated into thin air. For some reason I was overcome with the subconscious notion that this happened a long time before the current events of Fontaine...

It's genuinely JUST because of the choice of characters. Like what do you mean the mechanical puppet created by a god after the cataclysm nearly 500 years ago, the non-human Crimson Witch of Flames - losing her lover during the cataclysm over 500 years ago, Il Capitano the strongest thing known to man (according to Childe) which... c'mon, gang, CERTAINLY means he can't be human, and the LITERAL-- I don't even know KING??? prince? Grand sage??? of Khaenri'ah himself, were ALL THERE to witness Arle's inheritance of the role of Knave and no body else is on screen .

I am going positively feral at the implications of this scene.

[instantdoodlez]

Jashtober days 1-20

Alright, it's a while later than I was hoping to post it, but here it is. Same deal as the warmups, moving my art and commentary over from Twitter, because that site sucks ass <3

Day 1: Single. Didn't realize it meant like.. a music single until the day of, so it's pretty basic. Got a Mr Jash Like ™️ though, so that was a strong start to the project.

Day 2, Astral. Space themed Soul drawing. Soul is the Stars in my hc (the way that Mind is the sun and Heart is the moon in canon), so I figured it would fit well enough.

Day 4, Light. Nothing to really say on this one. (skipped day 3 since it was a duplicate prompt, 'power hour')

Day 5, Angel. My best try at what the angel at the gates in Chonny's inferno looks like. Biblically accurate because it's just cooler. Meant to add a normal-ass clipboard in their hand for the funny, but I forgot.

Day 6, Forest. Dear god, the background on this one killed me. Took many layers and overuse of the blend tool. On another note Mr Jash liked the post on twitter and that, yet again, jumpscared me (This is a pattern /lh)

Day 7, Moss. The little mushrooms were my favorite part to do. Didn't know I would ever call fungi cute, but the little mushrooms were my favorite part to do. Proud of this one overall. And it got Jash liked as well, so! 🎉

Day 8, Tidal. Jesus, did all my ship of theseus drawings do relatively bad in the algorithm. Anyways, this one was based on the fifth ship of theseus. Very pretty color pallete, cool colors.

Day 9, Cruisin'. This one was posted late because I couldn't get the shading right and just left it for the next day. Looks much better now.

Day 11, 8-bit. Dug out my old pixilart account to make this one. (Skipped day 10 because "apathy, haha funny". Also to help stave off burnout)

Day 12, Haiku. Heart coming up with his magnum opus (that line from Haiku/lh). This one's background took forever. Many different layers.

Day 13, Encore. Drew The Announcer, everyone's favorite eldritch horror story narrator. Props to GW for making me actually like Monster Mash, I don't even mind the original one now. Mr Jash liked this one too, so that's nice :]

Day 14, Reflection. Whole with a scribbled out face… cool design, and pretty visually interesting. Happy with this one. It also got jash liked.

Day 15, Momento. Had a hard time drafting this one before I realized "oh.. momento.. like.. momento mori.. I am very dumb". Regardless, very happy with this one. It's probably my favorite out of all the jashtober drawings I've done.

Day 17, Theseus. Based on the first Ship of Theseus song, a drawing of the shipmaker. (Skipped day 16 because it was another repeat prompt, Hindsight)

Day 18, Sunset. Based on the lines "When I woke it was daylight, and the clouds were pink / The sun was coming up or going down, I think" from Drink to Death.

Day 19, Savages. The crowd sure does love an upset.

Day 20, Crowned. Mind. Wanted to add a nightlight in the shape of the sun but the composition got too crowded, so I compromised with the lamp chain.

And, that's it! All 17 prompts I've done so far. I'll continue posting the rest of the Jashtober prompts one by one on here. Have a good day/night, and thank you for reading this far if you have!

[trying-not-horny-on-main]

Eldritch Creature Smut

Summary: You awaken an eldritch creature who makes a point of showing you just how powerful its shadowy tentacles and tendrils are.

Tags: M4f, non con, shadowy tentacles, eldritch creature, fingering, penetration.

If you're a minor please go away! Thanks :)

Hello? Oh, hello. You’re so small. Let me come down to size.

When am I?

Goodness. So much time has passed. This temple really has seen better days. Such short memories humans have. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just having a look around to see how things have changed.

You don’t know who I am? Some would have called me a god. I am able to slip inside your mind, and depending who you ask, only gods should have that power.

Yes. It takes a little bit of focus, though. Come here.

I said, Come here.

There we are. Hmm. Oh, you’re afraid. Poor thing. Is this shape less frightening to you? Oh, and now you’re a little aroused. Be careful what you wish for, little one, or I might just have to show you my thanks for waking me up.

Don’t lie. I know what is going on in that head of yours right now. And I know what you’re feeling in that traitorous little cunt of yours. I can feel you responding. I haven’t even shown you my power yet, what I can do to the world, what I can do to you…

That’s right. I’m the big bad. I’m the biggest baddest monster. Don’t worry, though. You’re safe with me. Shh-shh-shh, don’t interrupt or I’ll make sure you never speak again.

Oh, yes, these are my eager shadows. The tentacles of blackness are mine to command as if they are part of me. I’m tired of your questions. Let me have a look at you. I’ll just grab your wrists and ankles and, oh, there, a perfect display. Imagine my luck that the little human to awaken me is enticing?

Don’t scream. That’s rude. Oh, thank goodness my shadows can gag you. Well, I’ll have to teach you some manners eventually.

Hah! Even if I couldn’t read minds, that blush gives you away. Here, let me answer a few questions. Gently. Gently. Gently. I’ll reach my tendrils up under your clothes. Do you feel that? Good. Good. Oh, I can tell how much you like the cool sensation on your breasts as my shadows explore. I’d love to have a look. Can I? Of course I can.

[Clothing ripping]

I love a good pair of breasts, don’t you? Let me see how your skin feels. In the mean time, I’ll send my shadows to explore your back, your thighs, your perfectly shaped ass. Mmm. Yes. That’s right. Even though you want to resist, you can’t. Nobody can really resist me.

Do you like this tongue? If not, I can change it. You seem to like it a lot, though. Inside you’re screaming, “No, no, no, I have to fight back!” all while another part of you is moaning and warming up. Here, let’s really get you to let go so we can silence that turmoil. I hope you’re not too fond of these pants because my shadows will make short work of them.

You look so lovely wreathed in my shadows. Oh, I adore the squirms and fighting as they tease your breasts, still. Are you scared of heights? Can I lift you higher or should I kneel?

Kneel? Alright. I have only ever knelt for speculator pussy, so it seems fitting that I kneel to yours for waking me up. Let’s see what we’re working with.

Hah! So wet, too. Will you keep fighting as I itch you to orgasm? Will you keep fighting as your body comes for me over and over? See how slick you are and how easy it is to slide a finger into you? I bet you moan when I press my mouth to your clit.

See? What a moan, too, mouth stuffed full of tendrils. Can you do a repeat performance?

How do you feel about another finger? Oh, you feel good. What a lovely little mind to explore. I adore this defiance as you try not to succumb and yet everything I do just feels so damn good, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Oh, yes, as I grip you, hold you tight, leave adoring tentacles in my wake all over your body, and explore this little cunt.

Did you just think, “The cunt that caused the end of the world”? You’re not wrong. Just think, though, the longer this body of yours keeps me busy, the longer the world will endure. You’re not going to last, though. No. No, you enjoy having this control stripped away far too much. You enjoy my tentacles caressing you everywhere, gagging you, and squeezing you as I thrust my fingers inside of you.

I’m going to take the gag out. I want you to moan. Scream. When you come, I want you to scream and know that nobody is coming to stop me. Scream for me.

Oh, beautiful.

[kissing]

 Beautiful.

[kissing]

Do you think you could take being fucked by me? Come on, one last ride. Up on my lap. No, I’m not going to free your hands, but you can move them together now.

Now, look down. See how hard you’ve made me? Look what you do to me. I’m the most powerful creature alive and this is all for you. Imagine that. Come on, there it is.

I knew you’d feel good. I knew it.

Shh, shh, shh, we’ll let you stretch. Go slowly. There, I can feel you relaxing physically and mentally. Maybe your little cunt just needed this cock.

Faster now, little one. There. 

Look at how hard you’re trying. One orgasm and I’ve won you over. It's true, you can’t fight against me so you might as well go with it.

Don’t think that! Don’t you dare think that! There’s no escaping me, do you hear? Oh, stop being such a coward, I’m barely squeezing your throat. Fuck me like you mean it and never think about escape ever again!

Shh, shh, shh. It’s over now. We can fuck now. That’s all. Fuck me, cute little thing. 

The panic in your eyes was weirdly sexy, did you know that? Makes me feel like maybe I”ll choke you again, wrap these shadows around your neck. Just a little. You’re fine. I’m sure you’re fine. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I let go of the choke so you can keep going. Keep going. Ride like your life depends on it. Bring me closer. Bring yourself near that edge. 

Oh, look at those breasts. Spectacular bounce. I need them in my mouth.

Are you going to come for me? Are you going to scream again? Oh yes, give in again. I can feel so good. I can make you feel so good until the end of the world.

Thank you little one, thank you. I’m nearly there. I’m nearly there. Tell me you want me to finish. Tell me…

Ah, thank you. Thank you.

Take me to see the world.

Why would you need clothes? You’re mine, like a goddess now. Don’t be silly. They will bow. They will all bow to us.

[yandere-daydreams]

I agree w u Abt the bailey thing ngl 😔. Part of his appeal is that hes so unreachable in a way. I hate his ass (hanging his picture on my wall). He's such a funny character in some regards tho ngl. Like when I first played Alex's route I didn't know he'd make Remy back down initially and show up at the farm every Sunday to collect rent 😭 still. Like bestie no one is making you drive out here every week at the crack of dawn for ur 4k. Just send one of ur goons or smth 💀. He even tries to take ur kid back to the orphanage if u have one w Alex at the farm. Like mister what is ur deal. Ik we're prob his best investment but sir you're going to give me the wrong idea 😳.

That said I need to know stat why he's freaked out by the attic. Amazing we should have a one time event where PC can hide up there to avoid paying rent and we watch him curse us out while struggling to climb up w/o jumping at every creak. Yeah he'll beat our ass for it but it'd be worth it <3

my running headcanon is that the pc is,,, like,,, secretly some kind of eldritch, shapeshifting Creature and only bailey and maybe the monster LIs are aware of it. they keep increasing your rent bc they know making you work ten jobs and go to school full-time while keeping up with your 5+ romantic partners is the only way to make sure you don't have the energy to burn the entire town to the ground, and even them, sometimes you'll just go missing for a week and come back partially transformed into whatever animal you saw most often. they know that baby's gonna be fucking Weird too, so they're just tying up loose ends early. everyone else is living in a (admittedly fucked up) dating sim while bailey is experiencing a full supernatural horror. i wouldn't want to see what's in that attic either buddy.

[mlm-writer]

Stories by the Void (John Constantine x M!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Male!Monster Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1868 POV: Second Summary: Your dumbass warlock boyfriend did not come home in time, so you decided to drag his ass home and then fuck that ass too. Note: When I say monster reader, I mean reader is a person-ish sized lovecraftian-esque eldritch abomination. Thank you. Tags: hint of bondage, explicit murder, magic, tendrils and tentacles, anal sex, monstercock (literally lmao), reading smut, ok scratch the hint of bondage i forgot the tentacle bondage, so more than a hint of bondage, intimate rough sex, choking, knotting, bit of cuminflation and dirty talk

With each step the ground blackened under your feet. Darkness encased your being, even the light afraid of touching you in your current state. Within that infinite void that made it seem like there was a hole in the universe, a dozen eyes pierced the darkness with their crimson glow. If your malicious aura did not alert the guards, your piercing stare certainly did. They froze in fear, their tiny human minds incapable of comprehending the monstrosity before them. It was better this way. There was no need for you to stain yourself with their blood right before paying your stupid boyfriend a visit.

And so you waltzed right into the ruins of an old church. As you pushed open the doors, you were greeted with a familiar scent mixed with the tang of iron-rich blood. Constantine was on his knees on the floor with his hands tied by a thick rope in front of him, which you would have found very sexy were it not for the blood dripping down his nose and temple. Two nonhumans turned towards you when they heard you enter. You did not bother discerning who or what they were. The fuck did you care anyway?

"Oi, good to see you, love," your boyfriend called from where he was on the scarlet-stained stone floor. He was beaten badly and yet still had that dumbass smirk on his face. One of the others in the room leaped at you. You caught them midair in a large claw.

"You haven't been home," you complained as you squeezed the literal life out of the individual you caught. Black blood dripped onto the floor as bones cracked under your force. When the person was nothing but a drained sack of meat, you tossed them to the ground. The other individual just ran off. For the better, you had no desire to kill them anyway. Their lives meant as little to you as their deaths.

You strode over to your boyfriend, grabbing him by the rope that bound his hands. “What? Thought I would be out here cheating on you?” John was teasing, but he should not be testing you. You looked like the embodiment of the devil himself, but John was on a first name basis with Lucifer himself. That and he loved you too much to be even slightly intimidated by your malicious aura.

You lifted him to his feet and pulled him close to you. “You smell awful,” you grumbled, before dragging him by his bound hands out of the building. When you departed the building, you saw the guards had decided that you were above their paygrade. They were nowhere to be seen. Once outside, you engulfed John in the darkness of your body and teleported him home.

You materialised directly in the bathroom, where you deposited him into a bath you had prepared before you went out to get him. It was no longer boiling, your tracking taking up enough time for it to turn lukewarm. “That’s focking cold, mate!” John complained, not even wondering where his clothes went. He was used to your random powers by now. You sighed and stuck an appendage in the water. As you chanted a spell, the water slowly heated up. “Ok that’s better,” John said to make you stop. You removed yourself from the water and grabbed the shampoo. “Are you just gonna keep my hands like this?” John questioned while holding up his bound hands.

You chuckled and gave a nod, before sinking your digits into his hair, massaging his scalp carefully with your soapy claws. “I like seeing you tied up,” you growled close to his ear. The shiver running down John’s spine did not go unnoticed. After you were done with his hair, you washed the rest of his body, pampering and teasing your boyfriend until his cock was twitching under the water.

John gave you the bedroom eyes all throughout you drying him off with the cleanest towel you had. “You’ve been away for too long,” you whispered as you brought John to the sofa. John was a pliant, needy mess and let you put him across your lap with ease. Your tendrils played with his hole, your slick helping with getting him ready for you. John knew what was going to happen. You had agreed long ago that you couldn’t handle it when he didn’t carry your scent on him. You needed others of your kind to know that you had made your claim. John just needed your fat length inside of him.

Your partner mewled as your small tendrils made their way inside him. They pushed at his walls, stretching him gently more and more. One of them had a different mission though, prodding and rubbing at that one spot where he was the most sensitive. You could feel John leaking all over you, but as much as you wanted him to smell like you, you wanted to smell like him too.

John - the sly fox he is - didn’t tell you how close he was, clearly trying to get out of the sexual torture you had planned for him. Unfortunately for him, you did not need him to tell you with words, his moans telling you all you needed to know. You replaced your thin tendrils with the tentacles that spawned from your back, stretching him out even more, while balancing John on the fine edge of orgasm. He moaned through gritted teeth, trying so hard to not make a sound. You decided to not tease him for once; let him have his pride.

With your tentacles, you manhandled John into your lap. Your thick cock slipped inside his stretched ass with ease. John gasped, a soft moan escaping him as you filled him. “Relax, my sycophant,” you whispered as he buried his face into your neck. Your tentacles wrapped around John’s thighs, keeping him in place with your giant member buried halfway inside him. He was warm. His hole fluttered around you, adjusting to the intrusion gradually.

One of your many appendages reached out to grab a book. A deep rumble coated your voice as you read the short stories to John.

“When his clothes were shed down to his underwear, I kissed down his body, my huge tongue lapping at his skin. His skin had a tangy aftertaste, making me moan at the flavour with each lick. Each wet trail I left on his skin was met with a low hum. I pulled off his underwear and took his dick in my mouth. He whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. He was so small compared to me. I could take his cock and balls in my mouth without breaking a sweat, the back of my mouth none the wiser of my activities. He almost cried from the pleasure I brought him.”

John wanted to ride you to the sunset, but your tentacles wrapped around him did not even allow for a little grinding. You were only two pages in when you needed to restrain John’s hands as well. Little John was leaking all over your abdomen.

“He hissed as I breached him again. I stared at him as he took me deeper than I thought he would. He managed to impale himself halfway my length, before he raised up just a little. I was enthralled by the way his body moved while he deep-fucked himself on my cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that I never wanted to end. I placed my hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough I lifted and lowered him like a toy on my cock.”

You were a few short stories in when John was panting against your shoulder, his body vibrating with desire. He wouldn’t beg, too proud for it, but the suppressed whines were enough for you. You put the book away and lifted his head up with a sharp claw, the nails pressing against the skin without piercing it. “Promise me you take me with you next time,” you whispered into his face, your hot breath warming his already red skin.

“With pleasure, love, but you don’t exactly blend in anywhere.” You slapped his bottom, letting him know you were not pleased with the answer. He keened against you, trembling in your lap. “What? You’re going to keep me here until I say yes?” You shrugged, an evil smirk on your face. You could force nations to their knees and yet this one warlock was your greatest challenge.

“I can disguise myself, you know. I just choose not to, most of the time.” You loosened your tentacles for a second and thrust up into John. He moaned softly, eyes wide and mouth open. Then you restrained him again. “If you want more, say yes, my darling.” You caressed his face dotingly.

“Bollocks, fine! As long as you blend in and fuck me right now.” Your tentacles moved, changing their positions around John’s body. They no longer held him down, but had the perfect leverage to lift him up and down to your will.

“Your wish is my command, warlock,” you growled in his ear, before moving him as you pleased. John’s arms were held behind his back as you moved him over your shaft like he was just a fleshlight. The human’s dick bounced up and down, slapping against his tentacle-covered stomach. John’s mouth was so beautifully open as he wailed on your massive length, you could not resist filling that mouth too.

John sucked eagerly on the tentacle you offered him. The lewdness of being spitroasted by just you got to his head. His seed spilled over you without warning. You pulled him down and against your frame. With small thrusts, you milked him empty. Without the tentacles, the outline of your dick was clearly visible through the skin of John’s abdomen. His eyes met some of yours, the hazy look on him showing nothing but pleasure. “My turn,” you grinned as you wrapped a claw around his neck and started thrusting up inside him. He would’ve screamed if he had the air for it. His whole body was shaking as you overstimulated his gaping, raw-fucked ass. A knot swelled at the base of your cock.

With your low, gravelly voice, you told John all the dirty things you wanted to do to him now he was back. John cried out as the mental image forced a second orgasm out of him. Feeling him cum again, you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him all the way down, forcing him to take your knot into his ass. John was a mess, tears and drool staining his beautiful face. Complete nonsense poured out of his mouth as you filled him up so much, the outline of your member seemed to disappear as his belly inflated with your load.

John’s limp dick twitched, but there was no way John had any energy left in him. Before you knew it, he was passed out against your torso, softly snoring against your shoulder. You’d give him another bath later, but for now, you let him rest. There were many more things to do to him later.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/721950406399377408/as-admin-i-would-constantly-tell-all-the-staff?source=share

Gallon can take Admin you say? 😏

Pinnie we need something in writing about that, I crave dicking down Gallon. Idc if it's with Krulus cock or my own plastic one but slime boy needs to bend over for me now

[HELL YEAH. This appeals specifically to me. Fem reader with male monster body modifications.]

TW: Exhibitionism; Body modifications (inhuman cock); Weird slime sex; Cultish themes; Spitting.

You're so excited you can't even wait.

It's definitely childish of you to be doing so, but you can't help show every one of your coworkers the gift your ever generous Lord bestowed upon you today. Flashing, technically.

You're painfully hard. Or is it Krulu? You both are, you suppose. And how could you not be? Getting to use your lord's own beautiful length on your staff to pleasure him is nothing if not one of the most sublime delights you could ever think of. It's a very strange sensation nonetheless, you have to admit. Strange but good.

While some of them gawked and asked endless questions, others were happy to put a hand around the newfound girth- And, instead of fulfilling your duties as Administrator, you've been fooling around like this all day.

Rouletting through the remaining workers you have yet to approach, you settle on none other than Gallon, the bartender.

A slime... It must be fun to penetrate a slime, no? After all, they're so malleable. So squishy, so stretchy- Hah. You probably wouldn't even have to prep him. Doesn't that sound nice?

He sees you coming from a distance away.

That's something you've always liked about Gallon, he's got the eye of a hawk, never missing who comes in and out of this floor. He's like a localized surveillance system, and many were the times where that came in very handy. Nonetheless, he sees you, registers the wicked little smile on your face, then pauses and tilts his head. Already, the slime knows something's going to take place.

In your defense, you don't immediately scurry over and put it in his face. As much as you wanted to. No, you sat politely on the closest bar stool and kept yourself in check. Some patrons spare you curious eyes from a distance away, some of them know who you are already, the others will know better if they try anything.

" Admin, always a pleasure. " Gallon starts smoothly. " Should I get a black widow ready for you? "

" Yes, please. "

He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he works, and in turn, you observe him too.

Although Gallon's back is turned towards you, his body isn't currently very defined. Below the netting of slime that flows from his head to his back -Something you have started to think of as hair, vaguely- Is an unnaturally pinched waist, and although you can see the the spot where his legs meet, there's not much of a convenient ass there. Granted, he doesn't need to have one, Gallon is a very practical slime in that sense, he adopts whatever shape is more useful to him, and that's that on that. He appears to mold body parts according to necessity. You can work with that.

By the time your gaze drifts away, not in shame, a martini glass has already been slid your way neatly across the counter. The bartender gives you a sly grin, decidedly having caught you scheming him. His tendrils curl on the air, that to and fro denoting great curiosity. Poor Gallon and his endless search for amusement. He just might be entertained today.

A gloved hand circles the spotless glass, raising it to your lips for a chaste taste. " Thank you, impeccable as usual. "

" Ever the flatterer. " A tendril waves almost dismissively. Yet, for as much as he seems to enjoy keeping a mildly distant posture, he can't resist his own morbid curiosity today, settling not too far away from you, searching for words carefully.

" Say, I can't help but notice how... Busy, you have been today. "

He failed to get anywhere, and the two of you notice. Fortunately, you're in a jolly mood today, a forgiving one.

" When am I not busy, Gallon? " Another sip.

" Fair. " The monster tilts his head, a sort of 'moving on' gesture from long tendrils. " But I couldn't help notice there's a certain pep to your step, a lilt, you know? "

" Oh? " You're almost halfway through the drink.

" Yes, not to mention some of the others made a few comments and I just found them peculiar, you know? "

Word travels fast in this establishment, very fast.

" Hm. And what did they say? "

The bartender pauses. Again, searching for those magic words.

" Well, rumor has it you were given a present today. "

" That I was. " Your gloves are removed from your arms and folded on the balcony as you play with the blackberry skewer decorating your drink.

" And you've been putting that gift to use very vigorously thus far. "

A small smirk. " You could say that. "

Gallon grows a visibly a little frustrated. It's always fun to run circles around the slime. So subtle, he judges himself, employing the oldest tactics in the books. Leading questions, intense pauses and vaguely coaxing remarks aren't enough to trick you.

He realizes this, and changes his strategy.

" Far be it of me to misinterpret, cherry- " The bartender begins, holding the same glass to your lips as he steals a glance at your crossed legs on the stool. He doesn't force you to drink more than you take. " But I think you might want to show me that present too? "

Showing is the tamest thing you're going to do to him. Fact of the matter is you're only taking this slowly because you're not too sure how to fuck Gallon. You've played your games with him, yes, but you'll admit you were more focused on his tendrils and manhood than you were his hole- You almost judged him not to have one. And maybe he doesn't? It's hard to tell.

You'll get that answer soon enough.

" Presumptuous. "

" I tend to be, at times. "

" But correct. " And with that, you peel back slightly, offering the slime an unobstructed view as you pull your work dress up.

Between netted stockings and not a trace of underwear lies your bare cunt, but most importantly, a throbbing yellowed girth coming from a summoned slit on your pelvis rests on your thigh, warming it. Bigger than what any human should have, and certainly intimidating. A carbon copy of Lord Krulu's rod if there ever was one.

Gallon stares openly, blinking several times. You can't read his expression anymore. He had clearly seen the outline of your borrowed cock in your purple attire, though perhaps he didn't expect it to be this... Special.

You part your legs, the thing standing at attention, almost pointing towards him. You could honestly get used to this adornment. If nothing else, it's been funny so far. Finally, the monster's eye snaps to your face, and you give him this sort of questioning look, expectant.

" My my... " Is all he has to say.

" I take it you're interested in seeing it up close? " Just like the rest of them. All of them will by the time you're done, all.

You are in very generous moods.

The higher chimes, in the back of your mind. Lord Krulu can't blame you now, can he?

I suppose not, lamb.

" I wouldn't mind it... "

" O- Oh my dear, no- No foreplay this time? "

The bartender stammers as you push his vaguely amorphous mass to lie chest down on the balcony. You snicker.

" No. " It's a calm explanation. " Besides, I always did wonder what taking a slime out of the blue might feel like. "

Will there be a difference? Will he resist instinctively? Or will it be just as inviting? His texture, his density... Time to find out.

Most of the clientele has realized what's about to happen, and they appropriately scatter to different portions of the floor, though some always keep their eyes on the two of you. Voyeurs have long since stopped being noteworthy in your mind.

Humming, your dress lifts further so you can drag your lord's cock against Gallon's lower back. It's a moderately cool sensation, his mass sticking to you slightly in sloppy strands, as if clinging willingly to you. Gallon shudders, which is to say his entire form visibly ripples, enjoying being grinded against so suddenly. For as much as it might be interesting to just... Shove into him, any part of Gallon really, you think something more convenient might be easier, approachable.

" Gallon? " You call, leaning down to thread your fingers through his webbing of hair, kneading across it firmly, into what becomes his neck.

The monster starts molding slightly onto the balcony, growing heated by the attention. " ... Yes, Lady Admin? "

" Do slimes have assholes? " To the point. Blunt. Barbed even.

You know many of them have mouths. And all of them have genitals. Evidenced when you reach beneath the two of you, occasionally slipping your fingers into the mass of his side, and find his slit. Something more solid, more defined, warmer- But no less flexible.

Sparing neither mercy nor care, you slip three fingers into that entrance, stretching it deliberately, hearing a decidedly airy and pitiful mewl coming from the monster before you, his tendrils slapping on the front of the counter before latching onto the stool you previously sat on, grounding himself.

His cock snakes out eagerly, slapping against the first thing it finds, playing on your fingers, stroking them, asking oh so sweetly to be touched. It would be exceptionally cruel of you to deny him. You grab that slimy length by the root and twist slightly as you tug down, pumping the male until he starts twitching in your grasp.

" O- Ohn yes, that's good... " He trails off, tone ever smooth, but quieter, meeker. The prong on top of his head droops, almost absorbed back into his core form.

You smirk, hand on the netting of his back pulling, half-successfully turning his head to the side, enough that you can plant a loving kiss on the corner of his toothy grin while you pump him.

" Mhm, it is, isn't it? " The curl of your fist around his cock turns into a warning squeeze. " Now answer my question. "

The slime has to blink for a couple of moments, rewinding in his brain. " Ah- Not quite. "

Disappointment.

" But I can make something more uhm- Welcoming to you? "

That piques your interest, dick twitching. " Oh please, surprise us. "

And he does. Boy, does he.

Beneath you, Gallon's form starts swelling. He takes a moment to pause and think how to rearrange the extra mass, then begins forming, from his chest down, a much more humanoid figure. A sloped and pinched waist becomes straighter, more filled out, a proper ass bubbling from his back, leading to juicy thighs, though he seems to lose focus beneath the knees, deforming slightly.

Good enough, more than good enough. You totally forgot he could do something like this.

" Does this suffice, cherry? " Gallon looks back, observing his own work before waiting for your reaction.

" It's more than enough, you clever mouse. " The praise makes him perk up, smirking.

Letting go of his girth and webbing, you handle the bartender's ass with some mirth, watching the very malleable "flesh" mold and jiggle as you toy with it.

For a moment, you actually get distracted with making his behind bounce, slapping around slightly. Gallon shakes his head, either embarrassed or incredulous, you don't quite care.

Eventually, you properly spread his ass, searching, palping, until- There. Not quite the same feel of that specific ring of muscle, but something almost like it, less gripping, less resistant. You'll give him kudos for creativity.

A finger wedges in there, and apart from a quiet gasp, Gallon invites you by pushing his rump back onto you. Looking from him to your mildly slicked cock, you figure there's no need delaying the main dish.

" You know, you might just be the one who'll take my lord's gift the easiest. " You quip, lining up with the newly-formed hole.

" Hah! " Gallon nearly wheezes. " Don't let our resident hell-fiend hear you saying that. "

" Never. "

And, with that little jest, you grab onto Gallon's hips, tugging him brutally onto your cock.

As expected, there was hardly any resistance, you hilted him on the first thrust! Gallon doesn't exactly scream of pleasure, but he does tense like a coiled spring, eye wide and grip rattling the stool. You feel him grip around your cock. It's not the same helpless squeeze of someone's inner walls, not as intensely warm, not as real- But it's nice and slick and he made himself slightly more textured for your enjoyment- It feels as if he's making a conscious effort to hug around you, to pleasure you.

Moaning, it's your turn to grab onto him for stability, delighting in the very new sensation. Everything about using a phallus is foreign and novel, especially your Lord-Master's, but this is a brand different take on it too.

One you like.

Sighing contentedly, melting, all but nearly purring, you kick-start a decent rhythm. Not necessarily out of consideration for Gallon's non-existent hole, mostly to get used to it yourself.

" You are- Rather big. " The bartender muses while you bask in the sensation of being deliberately massaged from inside him. What a neat trick, you ought to reward the slime.

Pulsing inside him, you rock into those motions and snicker. " You've seen our Lord, it would be an insult to him otherwise. "

Your hand is back around his squirming cock.

" Nh- Noted. "

Pounding Gallon is easy, easier than it should be, he gropes and strokes and squeezes at your length- You'd say he moved his tongue there if it weren't currently lolling off the side of his mouth, limply decorating a flat-toothed smile.

" Lords, that's fucking perfect- " Shuddered praise falls upon him when you bend to cage him against the counter further. As if your smaller form would be capable of such.

Not that it matters, big as they may be, none of them dare lift a finger against your will.

The slime's attentions only ever falter when your ministrations intensify, giving way to lapses where he focuses more on thrusting and coiling against your hand, coating it in pre. Eventually, he starts looking more like a wax candle than a person, melting steadily on the floor and wooden surface, these soft little plop plop plops of his own form cascading to the ground with each of your greedy pistons, only to be reabsorbed later.

The spots of his form dance, his entire mass moves as if in a fever, even his temperature picks up, and he pants alongside you in this disgusting little public tryst. You giggle airily, dipping to place a sweet kiss on his neck and shoulder, lapping the remnants of him that stick to your lips in a refusal to let go.

Your tongue gathers them all in your mouth, and combined with some saliva, they're grossly spat out onto his back. Gallon yelps, and as much as he's known to be a bit of a germaphobe at times, there's an insurmountable wave of mirth from both you and Krulu as the nasty present is rapidly absorbed.

He tasted that, no doubt. Now it's a part of him. Your own tiny mark.

" Needy whore, aren't you? " You quip, the hand that's not around his girth slipping inside his body, collecting pieces of himself to bizarrely pump your own cock with. It's like... You have no idea how to describe it, but it's very messy and gloriously sensual.

When the two of you start climbing steadily towards a plateau, Gallon's carefully constructed body starts faltering here and there as he forgets to maintain certain shapes in his restless arousal. Strings and strands mold together, forming braids of viscous yellow material that attach onto your hips, spread across your ass like spidery fingers and form a mesh there- Trying to trap you inside him.

This must be some of the strangest sex you've ever had...

It apparently sends him wild, a cacophony of wanton cries falling from his parted mouth, eye rolling and face falling, the stool now being looped over several times. He's going to break that no doubt.

Courtesy of only recently having your borrowed cock, your endurance isn't exactly... Spectacular. Which means you're dangerously close to orgasm. Too close. And you have no intention of slowing down. After all, there's still a lot to do and more people to take a turn on, you might come back to the bartender if you feel like it. But right now, you need to come inside him.

Hips stuttering, legs flexing, your eyes flutter and you moan freely as your orgasm crashes upon you a little too suddenly, forcing you to feverishly hump Gallon, with almost enough force to drive your actual body into his molding mass. You lose yourself in him, near literally, skin becoming one with spotted slime as your Lord's cock throbs hard and wanton in your worker's makeshift hole.

Ropes after ropes of hot cum bathe him from the inside out. More than any man would ejaculate, more than most monsters can offer, you fill him like a bucket and join your Master in the collective euphoria, his pleased growling warming your entire form like a blanket of velveteen praise. You're doing well, very well, pleasing him deliciously.

The notion alone makes poppers go off in your brain, heightening an already powerful climax. And, although your hand had gone static around Gallon's length for a while now, you feel something wet and gross coat your fingers as well, the monster still making broken cries by the time you click back to reality.

Curiously, you take in a most interesting sight.

Gallon has turned... Several shades lighter. He looks almost pallid.

Is that- Oh. The realization that you've quite literally drowned one of your workers in your higher's seed is utterly rotten in the most tantalizing way, sparking a few last pulses of arousal before you can finally relax a little.

You'd lick him just to see if he tastes like Krulu, but slimes never really taste good no matter what you do to them- Something Morell would disagree on, for sure, but you have your convictions about the matter.

" Oho- " You giggle, fetching Gallon's head even as it melts slightly into your grasp when he leans onto the tender contact. " I gave you a little makeover, hm? "

It takes a moment before the bartender understands what you're saying, taking a more thoughtful look at himself and blinking at the washed out, creamy coloration he's acquired.

" Ah- I- That has never happened to me before... " The slime marvels, even his spent dick is now a buttermilk sort of yellow.

When you pull out of him, gentle even if it's not necessarily required, you get treated to a view of Gallon trembling and leaking excess seed from several parts of his body, a small puddle of cum gathering on the floor.

" A- Ahh ff- Gods. " He exhales, rendered a total mess.

Smirking, and more than a little heated by the display, you grab a random towel of his to clean your junk, mildly dabbing at your legs in the process before pulling your work dress back down. You haven't exactly flagged, it'd be hard to after seeing your cum gratuitously seep off your whorish staff member like that.

" Thanks for the black widow, Gallon, you didn't have to. " You joke, ready to leave him there, still half-melted like a candle of cum.

The bartender flicks his prong off his face. " It was... My pleasure. "

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

I’m so so so tired of badass ‘I’m such a big deal, I’m a multi dimensional being. I’m going to shatter the planet in half’ speeches from the Doctor. Don’t get me wrong Ncuti sells it well, but the quintessential thing about time lords is they’re cringefail losers. They’re flesh-and-blood people who invented time travel and are/were so terrified of death and foreigners they did a whole bunch of awful shit and then their whole society collapsed. The all powerful custodians of history is a façade they ruthlessly maintained until it blew up in their faces. The Doctor left because of it!

This includes the Doctor btw. What is the ‘time lord victorious’ if not the doctor embracing Gallifrey’s cringefail ways? Gallifreyans are just people ffs

[frogsndogs]

So recently I watched this pilot short: Epilogue of endings. It’s about 12 minutes long, created by a group of animation students over a single summer. I had never heard of the project before it showed up in my youtube recommended.

It changed my brain chemistry. I watched it 9 days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it to save my life. The music? Spectacular. The voice acting? Perfect. The art? astounding. The characters? I’m already emotionally attached. Hotel? Trivago.

Listen, I don’t tend to watch of a lot of things anymore unless I’m with other people, and I have this weird thing about engaging in new media, I think because a lot of what I’ve been watching recently has been kinda disappointing, or very… I don’t know… it’s hard to describe. It just feels like a lot of studios are making characters shallower, relationships strained, and half-assing their world building. A lot of media that I’ve taken in recently is trying very hard to make itself seem edgy and serious and that’s not what I want right now and definitely not what I need.

But this 12 minute pilot? This is everything I never knew I needed. The characters feel like real people, with complex motivations and interpersonal relationships. They’re flawed, but they’re trying their best with the situation that they have. They have things, other people that they care about and would fight for, they have motivations and backstories that you can see the breadcrumbs of, but have not been revealed yet, and the breadcrumbs are so good you can’t wait for the whole loaf. The world-building is exquisite, built up enough that you can see the beginning, but still drawing you in with more questions. 

I have a more detailed review under the cut, with SPOILERS, but I highly recommend that you go watch the pilot. It’s 12 minutes of time well spent in my opinion.

So the first scene. We’re introduced to Lucy, Blu and CG. I think Blu is already my fav, lol. In this scene, we see the three characters playing eye-spy while walking through a forest. It’s a pretty innocuous scene if we didn’t pan up to the sky and see the sun having broken open and Lucy becoming emotional over having to leave town, and presumably the rest of her life behind. Blu doesn’t answer her.

So Lucy clearly doesn’t know what’s going on, and I’m wondering if Blu has limited information himself. Maybe even Blu doesn’t know why or how any of this is happening. Maybe Blu literally can’t answer her question because he doesn’t have the answers. Maybe it hurts, being so helpless and out of control, so he’s in denial to a certain extent, trying to pretend that everything is fine. He’s trying to keep this little girl, happy and safe and alive, while also presumably dealing with his own shit, and no he’s not doing it perfectly, he’s flawed, as people and characters should be, but he’s trying and so far she is alive and safe to a certain extent so way to go Blu! I think this will probably cause some tension between the two down the road, but for now they just keep walking.

I wonder where they’re going, if anywhere specific? Why did they leave town specifically, we see there’s lots of danger pretty much everywhere, did something happen?

Anyways, then we get to this scene of someone fixing what appears to be a subway train. He stops, pulls out a journal and we get some exposition stuff. We find out that the world ended, and how. And WOW. This whole thing was gut-punchingly realistic I feel. People blowing up the competition trying to race off into space when it’s announced that the sun is going to die out? That’s something that unfortunately I can see people doing. I wonder/hope that this will become a plot point again later on, and we’ll find out what happened to all those people. But anyways that’s not even the craziest part; the fact the sun broke open and released a whole bunch of eldritch horror monsters??? Yep here we go. And then the next thing hurts. Like a lot. Because the narrator says that ‘people who hoped to live out their last days in normalcy quickly found out that their life-style was no longer sustainable’. That shit made me want to cry. The want for a peaceful death, a calm death, a painless death, but having even that ripped away from you. This setting that these characters are in is awful and very terrifying, and we can see how it is hurting them, torturing them, but I got to give props to the world building. It’s good writing. They set up the plot, the problem, what’s been going on the past couple yrs, some mysteries, to both the viewers and the characters, and in doing so give us some idea of the characters that we do have. Because the characters that we do have are trapped. The characters that we do have are abandoned. The characters that we do have are survivors. 

And then we pan out to see the narrator having an interaction with one of the Monarchs. And this scene? Gave me chills, man. I was so creeped out by this. Acedia’s ‘I do not like that response,’ Mole’s utter helplessness to do anything, his clear, potent fear of the creature, the way that it just lightly touches him and he flinches. Then the frustration that we see on his face after it leaves, the anger that turns into tiredness and then hopelessness? Someone needs to wrap this man in a blanket stat.

And this is where I’m starting to think that Blu doesn’t really know the full extent of what’s going on. There’s a good chance that Mole knows about the Monarchs because he’s being held prisoner by one. It’s possible that Mole is seeing the world collapse before his very eyes, while Blu is just seeing the aftermath and not knowing why and I can’t say which is more terrifying.

The ‘I have influence?’ line is peak. I love it so much, I can’t even say why. That whole little interaction with Lucy saying that she takes after Blu, Blu being so genuinely touched and CG being low-key offended is perfect and I love it. It shows how close they are, how much they care about each other.

The the… zombie ppl??? I love the detail of how unlike a lot of teenage protagonists, Lucy listens to Blu, and gets out of danger. She trusts him to handle the situation on his own, and knows that the best thing that she can do right now is get to safety. There’s an implicit trust there, in spite of her clear issues with Blu not telling her things, and this is what I’m talking about when I say the character relationships are complex.

Oh fuck. The transitions? The way that it cuts from one character to another, each unintentionally completing one another’s scentences, and unknowingly engaging in conversation. It’s amazing storytelling, an amazing presentation and for some reason it just confirms to me that these characters are family. They fit together like puzzle pieces. I don’t know what else to say.

We get more info on our mysterious narrator, Mole, who is an amnesiac, and clearly going through it. During this scene we see a crumpled newspaper of what seems to be a younger version of him, winning an award for his dedication at being a subway motorman. His name is crossed out in black ink, so we can’t see it. Which makes me question, did he do this to himself? Is his amnesia a trauma response to everything he’s going through? Did something happen to the point that his brain decided shutting down and forgetting everything was better than remembering this one thing? And it hurts, because in the picture in the newspaper he looks so happy. So young. So alive. It’s a stark contrast to the man we see with bags under his eyes, talking to himself and becoming increasingly distressed. I read through the article, and again, props to the team, some other people might have just did random letters or whatever but they put in a whole ass-story, giving the viewers more info about Mole than even he has. We know he was a dedicated subway motorman. We know he was inspired by his father. We know he had a sister. But these answers only serve to bring up more questions? What happened to his sister? Was his father still alive at the time of he end of the world and what was their relationship like? Because there’s a chance that their relationship was really good, and that’s why he went on to become a subway motorman, but there is also the possibility that he was pressured into doing so, and the way that he complains about being on a train when the world ended makes me kinda lean towards that option.

Then we see CG and Lucy walking around the underground tunnels and we get more info on them. We find out that CG was created by Lucy’s mom, which begs the question of where is Lucy’s mom???? What happened to her? Is there a chance that she’s still alive? Does Lucy know what happened to her mother?? Or is this just another thing that Blu is keeping her in the dark about? Does Blu know what happened to Lucy’s mother???? Or— as you can see I am totally normal about this woman. Anyways.

CG is a fun character, optimistic and bringing a lighter atmosphere to the show, but there is just something… off about her in this scene. The disregard for the danger, the naiveté, the joyful voice in such a horrible situation, feels so wrong to me. I wonder though if CG chose to be like this, or a certain amount of it is her programming? Does CG know what happened to Lucy’s mom? I think CG was created to be take care of Lucy but it seems to be the other way around here, why is that? 

And then we get info on Blu. Blu was a solider during the war when ppl were trying to get all the resources to race off into space. I wonder if Blu had believed that he would be granted a place on one of these ships. (If he managed to survive of course.) Or had he been in the military prior to all this, and was just pulled along? This makes me want to know more about his belief system before and after the end of the world. Also it is implied by CG that Blu is carrying a lot of pressure, and I wonder how that will be dealt with later on… hmm… 

Also the music that plays when Blu uses his arms to pull down the wall? Amazing, I love it, I love the scene, I love the fact that he’s a cyborg, I am so invested in these characters already it’s killing me.

Then we see Mole almost (accidentally) kill Lucy and CG. He’s out of it, he’s the only person running the trains, he didn’t expect to have to watch out for anyone, I think that we can give him a pass on this. Blu doesn’t think so obviously.

(Sidenote: the way that Lucy curls into Blu, as he protectively shields her is so cute, my heart, help)

Blu is pissed. His tone doesn’t change too much, it’s light, but there’s this threatening undertone there that kinda creeps me out. Mole tells them he doesn’t have a name, before Blu forces him to tell them that its Mole. Wait… is he called that bc Moles live underground? Anyways, Blu wants to leave him to die there, which shows an interesting side of his character. Prior to this we’ve seen him take a protective, fun role as Lucy’s guardian but here we see this apathy towards someone who is obviously not doing so well. A lot of other people would be excited to find another living person in the apocalypse, but he’s fine just walking away. Is this just because he almost killed Lucy? Or is there something more going on here? In Blu’s bio on the rainbott instagram, it says that Blu was ‘left to die in a mysterious incident’ and it’s interesting that he feels fine leaving someone else to die in such horrible conditions. Again - complex character writing, props to the team.

But Lucy doesn’t want to leave him. This shows her compassion and maybe too her want for connection with other people. Blu resists; ‘Lucy that is the most unimpressive man I have ever seen,’ this line has no right to be so funny, esp with Mole just staring at him in the background. Did he hear that or is he too far away, too out of it? Then he relents, perhaps solely because of Lucy, or maybe also because of his own want to do the right thing. He doesn’t like Mole, he makes that obvious, but if Lucy want’s to adopt this strange hobo man, fine, if it makes her happy. He’ll do whatever it takes to make Lucy a little more happy.

Mole’s ‘it doesn’t want me to leave’ scares the shit out of me, and the way that he just freezes up when Acedia shows up… 

The scene when it talks about humans really creeps me out, and makes me worried even more about Mole. Calling him ‘entertaining’ and saying that he ‘belongs’ to them. It sounds like it sees him as a toy at best, and reminds me of the way that Mole said earlier that the Monarchs had the power to ‘turn Earth into their own personal sandbox’. Did Acedia get rid of Mole's memories for that purpose? So that he would 'belong' only to them. I wonder though, why Mole, and if there were others, if Mole had to watch those around him die, or worse when they gave an answer that it didn’t like. I wonder what Mole has had to do to scrape by and survive, what he’s been through. But Blu pulls him along anyways, kind of against Mole’s will. Like obviously being with Blu, Lucy and CG is better than being with a horrifying shadow monster, but aforesaid horrifying shadow monster is going to be pissed at him. I wonder how he’s going to react to that, if he’ll lash out at Blu or worse, Lucy for rescuing him because now it’s gonna be angry and he’s gonna have to be the one to deal with the fallout of that.

Then the scene where Blu pretends to buy tickets to appease CG? It’s for comedic relief, but again it makes me think about Blu. Is he doing it because he knows CG will be annoying if he doesn’t? Or does he genuinely not want her to be hurt? I’m not sure. 

Then the campfire scene. Lucy looks away when Blu removes his mask, Mole tries to lean in to see what’s behind it. Blu doesn’t like this, I assume it’s a sensitive subject, but Mole is again, kind of out of it. Mole is scared of Blu and Blu clearly knows this, even kinda uses it to freak him out. I’m looking forwards to see that relationship developing, maybe one that contrasts Mole’s relationship with Acedia, I dunno, someone who cares about him in this really twisted way that hurts him, and someone who at first doesn’t care at all(at first), but still takes care of him in spite of it. I dunno… just vibes.

And Lucy’s little ‘what if we tell ghost stories around the fire’ breaks my heart. It’s like she too, is in denial to a certain extent. This is just a fun camping trip not the end of the world. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine.

Then the post-credit scene. There’s presumably, something left of the government that is working to try and deal with the Monarchs, which gives me hope that there might be a way to stop them, a way to stop all this death and destruction. I am curious about what’s left of this order, what the gov was like during the war, and how they’re operating now. Also the way the commander calls the droid C21, and the way that CG is called CG, and the way that he says ‘find the girl’ and C21 frowns and does this have something to do with Lucy’s mom??????? What does any of this have to do with Lucy? Does she know more than she’s letting on, or does not even she know what she knows??? Help I need answers.

Also all the characters in the credits. I desperately hope that they find the main cast and all become friends pls.

CG’s little song is beautiful and I think that it embodies the heart of the show. Like I said earlier a lot of the stuff I’ve watched recently tries very hard to be dark and edgy and a dystopian show where all the characters have been trapped and abandoned and tortured is the perfect setup for some grim and gritty TV. But it’s… not. The characters are funny and lighthearted and smiling in spite of all the shit that’s going on around them. The characters are trying to be nice, to be good. They are connected, they are a family. It is a dystopian setting for sure, but I think that the story is about family, about love and caring for each other. The story is about Blu, Lucy and CG playing eye-spy. The story is about Lucy smiling when she tells Blu her mom said he was a bad influence. The story is about CG wanting Blu to get some rest and take a break. The story is about Mole’s desperate panic at trying to stop the train before it hits Lucy, and Lucy not wanting to leave him to die. The story is about four people sitting around a fire, listening to music.

I really love this story, and I hope to see more of it one day. It’s really beautiful.

[420technoblazeit]

i cannot fuckign believe they pulled a 3 month time skip on us that's wild. have they really been sitting here in this cell chowin down on human meet for that long htat's crazy

also incredibly believable that in those 3 months john and arthur still have not worked their shit out. ur honor these bitches match each other's freak AND stubbornness. they suck ass, peace and love <3

once again astounded by arthur's refusal to let the dream lands take away his kindness i love him sm. literally on the run from guards after escaping the prison and he still takes the time to give water to the cana

it's still really sad that arthur still doesnt seem to understand that john cares about him though. like i know that's a sentiment that john himself reinforced during their argument but like :{ he literally gave up the chance to be whole for you :{ he said that the worst part about all of this is the fact that he still doesnt have a physical body and then he gave up the chance to have one for you :{

i feel like arthur's self hatred is kind of getting in the way of his ability to see that john no longer sees him as just a tool to be used, but as a friend

i love john sooooooooo much this almost makes me forget that just last episode he was taunting arthur about the death of his daughter. almost.

john said L + ratio + i hate the british. also love that the creatures in the dream lands seem to be exclusively horrible eldritch monsters, dark souls npcs, or really cute animals. shoutout to this really good giant cow

i was walking home when faroe's lullaby started playing from the music box and my stomach DROPPED this is 100% a trap from the king in yellow but god i dont think there's a world where arthur even hesitates to try and find her after that. there's just so much guilt and grief in him of course he's going to look for her how could he not. man.

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

WARNING! THIS POST IS LITERALLY SMUT.

This post is basically me copying something I wrote for a friend to help her get off, so if anything sounds weird I do apologize.

Anyways keep reading below the cut if you're wanting to read something that's apparently really good smut. Also it's long fair warning

CW: breeding, eldritch tentacle monster, consent given before scene, aphrodisiac drug use, minor pain, choking, double penetration, forced orgasm, probably overstim, large amounts of degradation (reader is called toy, fleshlight, cumdump and pet), reader is a vagina haver (pussy, clit and cunt used) and boob haver (tits, breasts and boobs used), but also has a prostate because this was originally written for a transfem who wanted full fem parts in roleplay

Please let me know if there's anything you want added to the content warning list :)

"Oh... oh you want that type of cuddles ehehe~"

The tentacles near your mouth and pussy start to get slimier and wetter.

"Well I would be happy to oblige if you're sure~"

You nod you head in confirmation, knowing full well what's about to happen and wanting every second of it. Almost as though I can hear your thoughts the tentacles on your arms begin binding them together, while the ones wrapping your legs spread you apart.

Two more tentacles come out of my back and wrap around your beautiful tits. I give them a squeeze and start flicking the nipples with the tips of the tentacles.

"M-Mistrum--" you say, somehow whining and moaning at the same time.

"Yes toy~?" I reply sweetly while I continue my work.

You try to open your mouth to speak again but only flustered moans come out as you feel little pricks on your skin all where the tentacles rest. The skin around the pricks feels warmer, more sensitive, and somehow softer. Your pussy starts to drip uncontrollably from the sensations, from the pleasure the drug I have injected gives you.

"m-mistrum--" you try again, softer this time.

"Yes toy~?" I say in the exact same way as the first time. I know full well at this point that you won't be able to talk because of the pleasure you're feeling, but that doesn't stop me from teasing you at all. "Have something to say~?"

"M-mmmmm" is all you can get out as another wave of the aphrodisiac takes you.

Then suddenly the pricks all over your body stop. You're left feeling hot and so fucking needy and horny, desperate for anything to happen to your body. The tentacles squeezing and playing with your tits feels almost unbearably good. The tentacles at your legs coil all the way up your thighs and each start to tease one of your holes. You feel the same pricking sensation down there as I inject more aphrodisiac directly to your most sensitive areas.

After I let you squirm and whimper, I say "I guess not" with an evil giggle. The tentacle near your ass inserts itself inside and you feel more pricks followed by more warmth. It quickly finds your love button and rubs against it. The tentacle at your front keeps teasing you, coiling around you pretty cunt but not touching anything in it.

"I'll put it in the front once you've finished twice from the back alone ehehe" I whisper huskily into your ear.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't take that long~" and with how sensitive you are it really doesn't feel like it either. The breast stimulation was already almost too much but when I start rubbing your prostate it is unbearable. You have to release somehow, let all this pleasure out of you. You try to squirm more, moaning as your back arches and hips buck. Heat washes over you and you cum the first time, your body becoming far more sensitive afterwards, amplified by the aphrodisiac running through your veins.

"Good pet, that's one~"

A new tentacle moves down to your pussy and starts to flick your clit and circle it while your still in the midst of cumming. The tentacle in your ass keeps wriggling inside you, milking the orgasm all the way out. I lean down and start sucking your squished breast. There's nothing left in my mind but a desire to feel you move out of your own control beneath me ❤️🩵

When I feel you getting close again I bite into the nipple to maximize the sensations you receive, giving you the bit of pain you crave.

"a-aahn~ mistrum--" You moan out as you push against me, whimpering and grinding against everything you can manage, hands grabbing at nothing.

"Open your mouth for me toy~"

"ahh,,," You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out obediently.

The tentacle at your head wraps all the way around your neck and then your jaw. It starts to squeeze gently, threatening to cut your blood and air flow at any moment. The large tip probes the entrance to your mouth and dives in. You feel it forcing past your feeble gag reflex and down your throat, further constricting your airway.

"Good toy, cum for me like this and I'll use your cunt~"

Your back arches and you shake, going over the edge again. You feel your brain melting, any semblance of free thought sloooowly dripping away...

Then I suddenly I pause for a moment, concern coming over my face, "still green? Anything you want more or less of?"

The tentacle in your mouth pulls out so that you can speak, and you quickly say "Very green, as green as is possible."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Hehe alright, yey" I say with a catlike grin. "Now be a good toy and let your thoughts fade~"

I push the tentacle back into you. My head tilts up to watch your face as I fill you. "Mmmmm how long will you last once I've filled all your holes ehehe~" I say before going back to biting your tit.

The tentacle that's been teasing your cunt for soooo long finally fills it entirely, stretching the walls and rubbing against the other tentacle in you.

"Let's find out~"

The tentacles inside you all begin thrusting and pulsing in time with each other, leaving you feeling so empty and then so incredibly full. On your boobs you can feel the tentacles start emitting lubricant. They squeeze and stretch your breasts before letting them return to their normal position in time with the thrusts.

Restrained and barely able to move from how weak the pleasure makes you, you're forced into an orgasm again. And again. And again. After the seventh your mind has gone completely blank and your eyes have rolled back into your head.

"Oh that didn't take long at all~" I keep stimulating every inch of your body, inside and out. Occasionally I give you more aphrodisiac to keep the pleasure at the absolute max you can feel, doing everything in my power to break you, ruin you, *make you mine*. Even after you cum it's barely five seconds before you're forced into another mind melting orgasm.

At some point you feel the tentacle in your pussy pull out and something else get shoved in, not that you're in a state of mind to comprehend anything other than the pleasure it gives you. You hear me moan above you as the object in your pussy starts thrusting into you, out of sync with everything else. "How do you feel cumdump~?"

With all your little remaining mental strength you eek out "s-sooo good...mmnn"

"Ehehe I'm glad, now milk my girldick with your orgasms~" I respond with a moan at the end.

The tentacle in your ass goes deeper to get the thicker part inside, just to make your pussy tighter around me. "mmmm fuuuuck, you're a perfect fleshlight. Mistrum is going to breed you now, she's going to fill your pussy with her seed"

Upon hearing the word breed you start to incoherently beg for me. Having just watched such a hot person be forced to make such pretty noises quickly pushes me to the edge. I have the two tentacles at your legs spread them completely flat so I can go as deep as possible when I bottom out in you and paint your insides white. I moan loudly above you as I finish, clearly enjoying my orgasm just as much as you enjoyed all of yours "good breeding pet, such a good toy for me ❤️🩵"

I give you one last orgasm to ensure that you milk me dry before pulling all the tentacles on and in you back into myself. My body collapse on top of you, girldick still inside to ensure nothing spills out. I purr with content as I hold my precious puppy in my arms and kiss their forehead

"You took me really really well. Thank you. Did you enjoy it too?"

[hells-sirenqueen]

:Return of Lilith ~ Post God's Judgement:

For hours, Lilith was lost in a sea of darkness, screams and voices yelling at her. Even from the beginning of her life, voices were raised against her.

Was it a fault of hers that she was independent? That she had a voice that demanded to be heard above the suppression forced upon her?

If she was meant to represent humanity, the Seraphim - God Himself, had a piss poor design plan. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her from being heard.

The only one who truly seemed to listen to her was Lucifer. Oh Lucifer..

Her darling husband. Recalling her last moments, she felt a pang of regret for the pain she inflicted upon him. She never enjoyed the idea of hurting him on purpose in ways that were not enjoyable for both parties. However, what was done was done. Lilith could barely remain standing most days. Taking what chances she could to lay down or sit upon the lap of a contact to allow her catch her breath; masking her need to rest behind flirtatious advancements. No one wanted to see a Queen of Hell crumbling near the eve of battle. She had to put on a brave face.

So many key moments in her life replayed over and over as she heard the voice of God utter his judgement. After so many frequent visits, his voice only mildly amuse him as he recounted her sins. A part of her wanted to cackle like a gremlin. She held no remorse for anything he uttered.

Oh the time for judgement is upon Lilith. Let us see what her sins may be. Oh this list is quite long, longer than most. Oh let’s see, notable ones on the list. Over one hundred counts of sexual acts with persons not wedded to you. Oh dear, not the saintly type I see. Oh, you have cursed my name 1,567,899 times in your life. Bravo! Oh! This one is my favorite, shall we look and see? Defying the Holy Creator’s word. There is so much more but let us put that aside for now. You have a body to get back to, hmm? I believe we both know where that soul is going. I would say what a shame to see you go, but balance is balance. The First Man an Angel, The First Woman a Sinner. Poetry.

Yeah right. Poetry her ass.

But she already knew from their previous encounters - their very first one, in fact, that she was created to be the counter balance of Heaven when it came to the human souls. He was telling her nothing new. Nothing she didn't already know.

She came to terms centuries ago that Hell was her home. It was where she belonged. There were no gags on her voice. Restrictions to her actions. Hell, to Lilith, was freedom.

Hell...was home.

Her soul was Hell bound and she embraced it, welcomed her fate. She had kept her beloved waiting long enough.

Surrounded by shadow, Lilith embraced her sins. She was a Queen of Hell. There was no shame, no regret in her words nor actions.

She had often been called the Queen of Monsters by God.

Is that how he saw her? Well, so be it. What's more title?

Lilith Morningstar, the Queen of Hell, Queen of Monsters, Mother of Sinners, Wife of Lucifer Morningstar and Mother of Charlotte Morningstar.

All titles she held close to her heart as she stepped forward from the shadows. Golden hues glowing as she gazed over Hell from above.

Her new demonic form mimicking her admiration towards serpents as she admired her new lavender skin tone. Interesting. She wore her favorite color. How kind of Hell to give her a shade that she adored.

Giving one glance around to get her barrings; Lilith noted that she was in the Cannibal District. Vines from flesh eating plants were spotted all along the sidewalks, cannibals preparing for battle while the grand hall behind her had doors that were rattling. Tendrils of flesh eating Eldritch beasts barely being kept in place. As much as she would love to help her people at the moment, Lilith had only one thing, well one person, on her mind.

Lucifer.

Flying upward, she makes haste back to their home, taking full advantage that the shadows increased her movement speed until she was close enough to the palace. She paused by the door. A little hesitant to enter but she pushed it open to see that Lucifer was curled up at her side of the bed.

Poor thing.

He was really going through it, wasn't he?

Well, she would ease his mind as best she could now. Crawling onto the bed beside Lucifer, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "My darling sweet love dove. Don't weep. I am here."

ll @hells-greatestdad ll

[delusionally-loveless-by-choice]

Lost in a cornfield..? Pt2

Scarecrow!Phillip Graves x Lost!Reader

summary: You learn a bit more about Mr. Scarecrow! There's something he wants to show you? What can that be?

warnings: horror aspects coming in later in the chapter >:), mention of blood, likely incorrect depictions/references to wrong periods because I forgot that light bulbs weren't invented until like 1879 (googled it), he kinda turns dark so big contrast to the first part loll

w/c - 2k

Part 1, Part 3

Author's note: its ass and its got a part 2 :)) also on ao3 under Phillip graves tag. also I know this is not a Phillip graves gif, I just wanted something to fill in so I might change it later

Oh, God, what hell is this place? You can’t help the horrified look that sits on your face, it’s paralyzing and a moment of vulnerability. 

One that the scarecrow catches.

He stares at you, watching the realization finally sink into you, and he can’t help the grin that stretches on his face as he watches your expression.

He sighs, clearly amused. “I don’t just protect this ‘cornfield’. In all honesty, this land is strange compared to the one you know.” His tone was matter of factly, “I’m a guardian of sorts, one that is bound to serve it. It’s more work than it sounds, but this job isn’t really my choice, more of a burden and purpose, y'know.” 

“This land.. It’s dangerous.” He makes sure to face you directly as he says this, you can feel the intensity of his tone. “There are things in the field that would do anything in its power to take advantage of your vulnerability. It also doesn't help that you’re their favorite meal: human.” He says the last part with an air of amusement; and though he’s looking at you, the way his straw hat is tilted, it hides a clear view of his eyes. 

His response doesn’t help your wariness. 

The scarecrow seems to take note of this. 

He then says, “But I’m not gonna let that happen.”

You nod and exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Well that’s reassuring.” You nervously chuckle. But it’s only slightly reassuring to your instincts that tell you that this field, this place, is more than dangerous.

"Just remember: this place has its creatures, but it has me too." He pauses, then adds: "I've lived here ever since I was a kid, so I know every nook and cranny of the field. Ain't no pest that's gonna sneak past me."

You see something move further within the corn. Graves snaps his fingers, and the plants rustle to block a pathway. "If we head left, we'll bypass these critters."

“Did.. did you just control the field..?” You ask bewildered. 

"Yes... The corn is a living, breathing organism. I can influence its growth and motion to an extent. The plants listen to my will." The scarecrow replies simply.

He pauses, and grabs your wrist to make you look at him. "Don't worry. The field is friendly to me--I grew up here, after all."

You look up at him, you finally get a look at eyes. They were blue but there was a yellow haze that slightly glowed further reminding you he was far from human. Whatever he was, he was terrifyingly beautiful, in the sense that you didn’t know what he was. Perhaps he was just a true eldritch horror. 

He pulls you along to walk after him.

No, he can’t be that.. Those are monsters after all.. and he’s a guardian, not a monster! You reassure yourself.

As you think and walk, you are reminded of his presence by the yellow haze of his eyes glancing toward you. He lazily turns his head away from you.

You can’t help but ask him, “How.. old are you, Scarecrow..?” this curious whisper of yours makes his ears perk.

He takes a minute to respond, as if he was thinking.

“I’ve been around for about… two-hundred and thirty years, or so.” He finally replies. “Thankfully my age and good looks don’t seem to go hand in hand,” he chuckles. 

The scarecrow smiles, then adds: "I'm proud that I've kept this place safe for so long--doing my duty, serving my purpose."

You don’t do much to mask your surprise. 

“Oh, that’s.. a long time..” You muttered.

Both of you walk for a bit, before you decide to speak again. 

“Uh.. so is there ever an end to this field? Or where are we going?” You asked, it wasn’t in an irritated tone but it sounded so.

He let out a short dry chuckle. “Sort of.. the best you're getting for an exit or end here is the house.” 

Finally with a smooth swift gesture with his hand, the corn in front of the both of you opens up.

There then lies a large acre of land, one that wasn’t infested with the corn. Though it was surrounded by the endless crop, in the middle sat a farmhouse.

It looked abandoned. A home that hadn’t taken up well with time.

The white paint was peeling, the wood of the home looked rotten. One storm, and the house is reduced to nothing.

Yet, there the home stood.

As he walked towards it without a second thought, you were gagged. 

Oh fuck, you distastefully think, but if he said it’s “a way out”.. Guess I shouldn’t judge..

“Follow me, this big ol’ thing has too many hidden entrances and exits.. I’ll take you through the safest.” he gestured for you to follow him as he made his way to the back of the farmhouse. 

You politely nod and follow him, trying to mask the faces you make at the house. 

He turns around to face you, walking backwards as he proudly says, “This beauty is the safest place to escape to in the fields.”

You smile at his pride, it's admirable and slightly adorable with that grin he has on. 

Though, as you look at him, your eyes trail down to his left side. On his waist, his flannel shirt adorns a large red stain.

You grab him by the arm and make him stop walking. A worried face plastered on, you ask, “A-Are you bleeding? Oh God..!”

"Huh? Oh, this?" The scarecrow asks, looking down at the stain, he seems unconcerned by your discovery of blood on him. "It's nothing, just old blood. I've been hurt in these fields many times before, and I've made it out alive."

“But this blood, it ain’t mine, darlin’,” he says with a sheepish grin. Almost like he’s trying to reassure you. But it seems to do the opposite, until you remember the encounter you two had earlier with that critter, as he calls them.

“Oh..” you mumbled. 

He gently pried your hand off of his arm, and started walking again. This time he directly leads you to the entrance he was talking about.

There are weeds, and junk, and rotten pieces of wood lying around. Then finally, there is a shitty little “door” that looks more like someone tried to board a window up instead of a door.

He unhooks the latch and pries open the door.

A wave of dust and spiderwebs go flying, and inside there lies only darkness. 

“C’mon, let’s head in.. there’s something I wanna show ya..” he says excitedly. 

You watch him duck and make his way in, and it doesn’t take longer than three seconds for you to follow after him in fear of being left behind.

It seems it was a basement of sorts that you entered through. It was dark so it was hard to see, but his blue eyes held that yellow glow that seemed to be all he needed to see.

He walked up some stairs and unlocked a door, one that presumably led to the main level of the farmhouse. 

“This way!” he called over to you.

You followed him deeper into the farmhouse.

He was slightly more ahead of you, solely because you were simultaneously looking around at the inside of the farmhouse.

In the main level of the home, there was some light shining from the orange hued sun outside that came in from the boarded up windows. 

The house smelled of wet wood and dust. Not surprising. 

What was slightly surprising was the furniture and general state of the home. The furniture looked so old.. very 1790. If the home was well taken care of maybe the entire place would seem homely.

Instead it felt haunted.

Not innately sinister, but just abandoned. By the owners and time.

You finished looking and turned a corner to find him. 

He stood at another staircase, holding his straw hat.  

This one clearly led to the second story. 

“All done?” he asked with a grin as he set the hat on the railing of the staircase.

“Guess so..” You mumbled and grumbled. “I thought you were taking me out of this place, not deeper into it. This farmhouse is probably dead in the center of this place with all the endless cornfield surrounding it!” 

“In time,” he quickly says, “right now it’s best that you’re here. The farmhouse,” he pouts his lips in a manner that makes it seem like he’s picking his words wisely, “has its own set of.. securities.”

His eyes make it back to yours, and before you can answer he speaks again. “Now you ready for what I wanna show you?” he asked with a grin. 

It was charming and alluring; his pearly fangs poking out and dimples on display.

It was enough to make any thoughts, defenses, and protests you had melt away.

You find yourself rolling your eyes and smiling back at him. 

“Alright.. what do you want to show me?” you finally ask with a raised brow.

“Jus’.. follow me.. It ain’t something I show to just anyone..” he says as he turns and starts to make his way up the stairs.

As you follow him up the stairs, he walks down a hallway, it’s not very well lit. 

You see the shitty discolored floral wallpaper that was definitely put up later in the owners residency from 1790. Behind the wallpaper you see the cracked walls and rotten wood that somehow surpassed the weird time.

Even in the shitty lighting you make out pictures that are hung up on the wall.

They show a family, a big one. 

One that probably lived in the house at some point and were the last known occupants before it turned into whatever it was now.

“Was this your family?” You ask him. 

He only hums, and you take that as all the confirmation you were gonna get.

You tear your eyes away from the wall and see him standing at the last door of the hallway.

It was especially dark, and for some reason you felt your body start to feel like it wanted to run. 

“C’mere, in here.” he says with that same charming grin, it makes you want to trust him even when your body is starting to vibrate with the urge to run.

He goes to open the door, and of course it creaks when it opens, it’s an old ass house.

And of course the inside is dark as shit, there’s no electricity, the house is from the near 1800s.

“After you,” his charming southern accent rings like sweet honey, and you walk right into the room.

He of course follows right after you and shuts the door behind him. 

The bit of light that shone from the hallway disappeared.

The sound of the door closing, the consumption of the room in darkness, and the click of the door being locked, cause you to turn around in the now dark to face the direction for which you think he is in.

The darkness doesn’t last, with a snap of his finger candles are set and the room is illuminated in a dim light.

Finally you get a good look at the room.

It’s small, and it smelled putrid.

You saw that the boarded up windows had curtains, but the material wasn’t cloth.

“What is..” you trailed off as the slow realization creeped in.

It was skin. 

Human skin. 

Your head reeled, you turned and saw that the rest of the room was adorned in furniture that was also made up of patches and pieces of skin stitched together. 

Your eyes wide, they searched desperately around the room but were only met with skin.

It covered every surface. 

The floor, the walls, the furniture. 

It was all human skin.

There were even a few faces stitched into the wall and ceiling, portraits that blended into the wall. 

Confused teary eyes wildly looked around the room.

You whipped around to find the scarecrow. He stood right where he had been, leaning on the locked door, the same grin plastered on his face.

This time it did nothing to ease you. Instead it felt sinister, taunting.

Your trembling lips try to say something but your voice dies in your throat.

Finally that southern voice you had some to familiarize yourself with spoke, his tone sickeningly sweet and that yellow hue in his eyes burned like the candles that lit the room, “What ya think? Beautiful, right darlin’?.”

[devildomditzy]

My General List of OM! Headcannons

If it’s listed here, you can assume my fics/drabbles/headcannons are compliant to it unless stated otherwise. I’ll keep adding to this as I think of/remember more of them that’ve popped into my head at some point.

Remember these are my opinions, it’s cool if you don’t agree with them, but please don’t write a multi-paragraph essay about why I’m wrong on this post.

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so, without further ado…

Belphie is also a red head (bc twins), but he dyes it because he likes to be dark and brooding

The white stripe grows naturally and is from an accident back when they were still angels, but he thinks it looks cool so he makes a conscious effort to not cover it up

After the events of chapter 16, Mammon rarely wants anything to do with Belphie, causing major tension when either of them have to be in the same room

Riding off that, Mammon does not let Belphie get anywhere near MC, and will make sure he never has a chance to be alone with them

Mammon gets those gold streaks in his hair whenever in his demon form because it’s sexy and i say so

Lucifer is not an extreme sadist, he’s a tired old grandpa trying his best to keep his energetic siblings in line, because if he didn’t, who would?

Asmo is a LOT more fucked up and evil than in the cannon game but not is a psycho way, in a Jennifer’s Body way you feel me?

Diavolo is up to…. something… his charisma and charm hide some very ulterior motives for dragging you down here

Barbatos knows about them too

Lucifer does too but does not agree with them to a full extent so he goes out of his way to secretly keep you from harm

Solomon can probably do some form of mind control which makes him 1000 times scarier to think about

Their lives as angels were just as hard and painful, if not MORE than what they are experiencing as demons

The hardest part of the fall was adjusting to becoming the avatars of sins, they were like almost feral there for a moment

They are always under tremendous amounts of pressure and self control to not revert back to that state

but it is possible :) and if they do :) run :)

On God they have hideous eldritch monster forms be not afraid fucking demonic ass beasts

That’s their real form ^^^

And MC sees them and goes “…eh.”

And they are floored

MC is monster fucker supreme

They can shape shift into whatever form they’d like

What you see (their cannon designs) is the product of years and years of figuring out what they wanted to look like, they can change overtime

That’s all I got at the moment! I’ll update this over time.