#living with monsters

[allykatsart]

Fairies, Vampires and Werewolves oh my!

It's my birthday, so I bring you the final(?) installment of my urban fantasy world! This one focuses on April, the fire fairy.

[charlie-grusin]

Project Monster ("The Gryphon", "Living with Monsters" and "Shelter 54") : Movietalk # 07

What follows is a post originally published on Letterboxd as a "review" for The Lord of the Rings: War of the Rohirrim. It has been slightly edited to read as a standalone.

I believe there is inherent magic in the holidays the same way Werner Herzog believes in the inherent exotic beauty of nature. Before me now the sky is a gray blanket with no tear or end, and though these trees have not faced a wildfire in these parts they nonetheless look dead to the world – even after a sudden months’ worth of rains after an equally punishing drought cycle a lot of them still have that ashen-white smother to them. We have had days of fog (the kind multi-appendaged leviathans could migrate through undetected by the naked eye) but the snow hasn’t caught up to us – year after year it seems to arrive later when you least expect it – yet I also doubt when it does it’s going to look pleasant enough over a mug of Folgers. It always comes close to a wasteland out there, everything so blaring white it hurts to even look, yet all the same I hope it stays and goes on time. I hope we still remember this burning planet by the seasons.

But do not take me as that kind of antidepressant, for I too know my limits. Whenever I stand in that winter wonderland when it comes (if it comes), I can always hear some part of the mechanized world driving down the highway not too far from here (this, of course, could merely be false echoes carried by the winds – an imitative ambiance of the bitter cold – yet I choose to believe in the former). To be more precise I instead believe that the magic which exists this time of the year is only a result of our own creative endeavors – we summon the spirits. You know “Little Saint Nick” by the Beach Boys? That’s a pretty good song, those guys could never let you down, but you also know Johnny Mathis’s “We Need A Little Christmas”? (probably – you may’ve heard it blasting out the speakers as many times as Andy Williams and Mariah Carey this cycle but that’s beside the point.) That’s a jingle I can get behind. Why? Because unlike the many other Christmas tunes out there that seem to imply the Most Wonderful Time of the Year appears as naturally as a growth of poppy fields, this one affirms to us that Yes there is indeed some magic, but we must first nurture it from within ourselves – we must haul out the hollies and slice up the fruit cake before we can ever take the sweets of laughter. Even though it is first and foremost a Christmas Song, it’s perhaps the one I’ve come across that, after chewing on it for a loop or two, might not only be timeless but universal: if we can not find joy in the joys offered to us then it is imperative we make our own. All those who disagree, all others pay cash.

So naturally (and especially the case this year) I seek my own through giant monsters and nuclear annihilation. I may not be a perfect blue downer but I sure drive fucking nuts – ever tried reading Off Season on Thanksgiving and/or Christmas? Try reading Paul Ham’s Hiroshima Nagasaki.

The last time we were on the subject of Godzilla fan projects we talked about TAIYAKI’s “Gojira ゴジラ - blender animation”, a masterwork which still stands as such a high standard in the current fandom scene (if no one has yet to transfer it to tapes by now they really oughta should- like, now), and as part of that discussion I mentioned along with how the short replicated many elements from that budding era of tokusatsu infancy down to a T that it also successfully infused it with a healthy pinch of the analog horror genre, notably because I’d felt compared to the numerous other projects (original or otherwise) which have enveloped themselves from the analog cloth that “Gojira ゴジラ” was one of the few rare instances where its inclusion not only worked but made sense (the splice-n-tightening together of chronological events, the props of machinery making up for the near-absence of life... all things prevalent in Godzilla (1954) to begin with). To me a lot of analog horror in general doesn’t really cut it, and there is often the occasion where I find myself thinking how I missed when this shit used to be called “ARGs” or “online web horror series”. I guess they still are, in a way, but the connotations that ought to be abundant in something as seemingly potent (and popular) as the very name “analog horror” suggests are as spread and laid thin as anyone believing “liminal” and “eldritch” are still usable adjectives of praise. Some of it’s in the execution, some of it’s in what they’re even executing, but while it is still in ways a vibrant, youthful field it is also one which garners more than many mixed results... the kind that more often than not are blasted to unbelievably astronomical popularity in the Netosphere thanks to the likes of reaction-streaming and “analytical” FULLY EXPLAINED channels (the former unequivocally being one of the most despicable, repugnant species thriving in the rancid entertainment bubble and a bane of our existence undeserving the heat-death we need a little snappy happy ever after). But that is also not to say the genre is entirely a lost cause – like pretty much any other field of art which might seem at odds with our tastes, it is merely a case of seeking out the diamonds in the rough. And there are diamonds, my friends: Piggy Soda’s Dog Nightmares is top notch horror that brilliantly plucks at the nerves of the heartfelt all the while striking the same nodes of primal tension I haven’t truly felt since Marble Hornets, and UrbanSPOOK’s The Painter is a masterpiece of aggression which has successfully traced (and pushed) the very boundaries of horror that have once been laid in full through the cinematic lineages of Roger Watkins, Tobe Hooper, Fred Vogel and the rest of that extreme variety. We just gotta spot it... mine it... sieve it from the rocks and the crud and hold it out for all to see.

Like the creepypasta and ARGs before it, there has been a rise of a sub-sector in the analog horror field which has made for a fascinating crossover of online realms and mediums; once when it seemed that something like the nearly four-hour Seal of Nehahra or Altered Vistas’ adaptation of the TV Century 21 Daleks comic strips would only come and go like comets, now it seems that more creators (some of them younger, many of them wielding tools more accessible than ever before) are taking the reins to make their fervent mash-ups come true and set them out in due random course to wherever the internet and their corresponding fandoms shall take them. How many franchises have been played with in this new liberating free-for-all is not exactly certain (or rather I haven’t been keeping track at all, I’ll admit) but as I’m starting to understand it is becoming an increasingly intriguing one. Thus far there have been a plethora of Five Nights at Freddy’s analog horror series independently produced – this may not surprise you as much as there is an equal if not greater amount of its weight in pseudo-Backrooms ecto-matter clogging up the pipes – yet there has also become a growing number of analog series and/or found footage shorts based on the Jurassic Park and (you guess it) Godzilla series. It’s quite a ways from the likes of the NES Godzilla Creepypasta blog, yet at the same time not a surprising one: both franchises are strictly based in the science fiction genre and (in the case of Godzilla)have many fantastical elements often leaning towards pure fantasy, both hold strains of the horror genre reaching as far back as their original manifestations and (if this be too sacrilegious to admit) both of them also share a similar trait as part of their mass appeal as FNAF’s: they consist of vast rosters of strange beastly creatures possessing their own unique and oftimes colorful characteristics and traits. It’s possible the genre may see the same amount of intellectual parodies as its preceding modes of online horror have touched upon before (I write this in blind ignorance of the seemingly inevitable My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic analog horror series which surely must be out there), but since many of these aspiring projects have ventured into genres that have been heavily practiced in the visual and the mainstream (the kaiju/giant monster flick, in this case) one can but wonder where we may go from here. Perhaps analog horror can grow to become godfather to an open array of analog genres, each as pronounced as the next…

It is not a swift possibility, but after watching the shorts that compose Tarrell Christie’s Project Monster series thus far, I cannot believe in any further suggestion that denotes this as an impossibility (if we’re lucky it just might become inevitable). It would be easy to label it as another analog horror series but if the parenthesized subtitle (Found Footage) means anything, it’s that the exact genre limitations which Tarrell Christie plays with thus far are potentially near-fluid (though this could also imply directly to the kaiju genre as a whole, which encompasses everything from science fiction to fantasy and all in-between). “Shelter 54”, the most recent of the lot, can definitely fall under analog horror and further into all of horror’s many subgenres, but when we look back to “Living with Monsters” and “The Gryphon” we realize it is only a sewed-in patch of a larger and ever-growing canvas consisting of shades and flavors that have been dreamt of by many a vivid giant monster fan but which had yet been this thoroughly materialized. If you’re familiar with Matt Frank’s collection of synthesized Toho redesigns then you’d already get a gist of where Project Monster’s going with this: it is a combination tribute, a hybrid remix of not just the entire Godzilla oeuvre but of all the monsters (all of em!) all in one big colossal clash of alternate and meta-history the likes of which even God has never seen.

Ever since Godzilla was called from the ice bucket to settle a score with that other king of the monsters, his journey since has been of many detours and little exits – he’s held beef with relatives, made a few enemies, adopted a kid to call his own and has made some sort of inner peace with being part-time humanitarian and all-around bastard terror – his every flux on film dictated in tune to the times more than anything resembling a chronology or (god forbid) a cinematic universe.* This hasn’t stopped anyone from attempting a plea towards an overall narrative cohesion, however: the Millennium series is amusing to examine on its own based on how nearly every installment was made as a direct sequel to the original, but before this was the Heisei series, which managed to draw an escalating chronicle of “VS films” from the once-seemingly conclusive end of Return of Godzilla, and more recently there was Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, Legendary-Toho’s televised method of crafting a throughline between the scattershot tones and ideas of the Monsterverse. These latter two have been the closest the series has ever flirted with the idea of upholding a material timeline, much of it opting instead to adhere to Godzilla’s past encounters from the Showa era as a kind of spiritual myth – if there is undeniable proof Godzilla exists, then that in turn proves a Mothra and/or King Ghidorah must also exist – and although Monarch has thus far shown the makings of a defined Godzilla mythosby weaving much of its drama from a post-WWII atomic-age world to the echoing ramifications of the present day, it still stands to see whether it will truly blast the Monsterverse’s stratospheres towards something wild and extraordinary beyond its growing interconnectivity to the films. Even if its future seasons should never go far it will not be a total lose – for one, it may still stand as a solid work of SF television as long as it manages to keep its own footing, and as long as blazed and daring minds such as Tarrell Christie’s dare to make the impossible, we won’t need to worry. We summon the spirits, after all.

* And this is one of the major reasons why Godzilla has stood as a One and True successful franchise for seventy years, really – the character is simple, flexible, malleable and all around invincible.

It all starts as simple enough as the conceit of “The Gryphon”: what if the two American live-action Godzillas (the Emmerich and the Edwards, the lizard and the elephant) teamed up to fight that unfought enemy from Jan De Bont’s earlier fell-through attempt at an All-American Goji? It’s not as far off a concept as, say, Vrahno’s “Zilla vs. Gorosaurus” which posits how two of the most saurian-looking kaijus on the planet may square off in a brawl (spoilers: in the gnarly Vrahno tradition), yet what wraps this short off in the nicest, most efficient of bows is quite literally in the delivery. Though it stands first and foremost as a respectful tribute to Godzilla’s American incarnations (instead of introducing G’98 early into the fight so he can be immediately dispensed with by the 2014 Goji for some overused joke/easing of the typical fan-hatred salivations the film opts to treat them as agreeable cousins open to go tag team on this Gryphon fucker), the added angle of the battle being documented through a variety of on-ground and in-the-sky video sources (some meeting unfortunate ends due to the collateral carnage) elevates it a notch higher as a tribute to the modern day American kaiju by using Cloverfield’s own found footage approach as its narrative frame, using every camera’s panicked operator to capture every turn of this Big Apple tide. True that this probably would’ve been a more complete tribute had it included the Jaegers from Pacific Rim or even the Cloverfield monster on top of everything else, but not only does their absence here not deter from the short’s overall effective charm, it is also an admittedly thankful thing they were (it doesn’t take much to reach an overabundance, especially when it comes to fan projects). No, all you really need is pure human panic and death while Godzilla, Godzilla and the Gryphon duke it out in New York by slamming, tackling, and tearing each other all the way up the Empire State to Mount Kilimanjaro in a quick-n-easy four minutes; the world comes later.

And come it does: if there is a star favorite among the current three it would certainly go to “Living with Monsters”, a seventeen-minute crash-course grind-fest through early modern monster history that not only unfurls more of the world of “The Gryphon” on that greater canvas but also indeed blows that stratosphere up to high heaven with what its world entails for any and every giddy and unsuspecting giant monster fan alive (if you were really concerned why there were Godzilla-like creatures existing on the same plane of existence in the first place don’t worry – now there’s freakin’ Gorgo). Whereas “The Gryphon” presented its found footage as matter-of-fact visual documentation brought to you by the series’ rendition of the Heisei films’ U.N.G.C.C. (United Nations Godzilla Countermeasures Center), we now have another piece in the presentation mix, a frame within a frame – subjectivity, a point of reference, an interpretive state of mind – for what we get here is an archived glimpse (the good old sequence meshing of monsters roaming across stock wartime-disaster footage) of an alternate ‘50s being besieged by giant monsters by way of a newsreel borderlining on the exploitative brought to you by- what’s this... Denham Pictures!? Indeed as the in-world copyrighted title card and historical key points make it clear right away, we are being granted all this through the veils of one Carl Denham – yes, that Carl Denham (a Denham who just so happened to find immeasurable success releasing a Raw, Uncut, Not One Scene Omitted jungle picture starring that most unusual eight wonder) – granting us an alternate history where all of cinema’s greatest monsters have appeared in this world (in a very meta twist of fate) through the very tidings which has inspired their mythical upbringings onto ours (as Kong was found by way of forced inhabitation and Ingagi, so too was Godzilla awakened through the testing of hydrogen bombs), a history in ways more in tune to our own than the likes of the one seemingly lips-sealed for the longest time by the Monsterverse’s own highly-secretive Monarch org: it is a cruel and sudden and most violent of existences to ever dare uphold any semblance of normalcy from which only a few may profit and of which many shall suffer (one moment you’re having a time of your life at a live dinosaur exhibit, the next being swept and torn in the debris of a tidal-wave as behemoths churn themselves away to crab-meat). And what a better way to illustrate this bitter truth than to have a few Max Steiner-types mickey mouse every moment of the action, the perfect cherry on the mondo top along with those lingering shots of the dead and dying left after a monster brawl’s wake! It’s shocking, revealing, befitting to the sensitivities of the era from which it sources its black-and-white griminess, and it is also one of the two greatest examples of that yet-to-be-discovered subgenre of analog alternate history alongside Alex Casanas (M4NTICOR3)’s “DEANDEMOCRACY”.

Yet this is not all to say that Christie’s latest, “Shelter 54”, is found lacking.** Rather it’s quite an advancement from the previous shorts, using the exact frame-within-frame as “Living with Monsters” with the simple premising of “The Gryphon” to finally bring us at last to some damn good analog kaiju horror. There’s definitely a whiff of Gemini Home Entertainment’s “MONTHLY PROGRESS REPORT” if you really lean in there, but do not let it be mistaken that on top of being a slight opportunity for the short to suddenly pull some deep cuts out of Godzilla: The Series (Skeetera? El Gusano Gigante?? apologies for my lack of knowledge I only have the Monster Wars DVD) that this is also a retelling of the doomed plant-human-hybrid Biollante myth which manages to tie along references to Hedorah the Smog Monster and (perhaps crazily, insanely enough) the Godzilla from Shin Godzilla (who appropriately shares much of the same attributes as Hedorah’s to begin with) to reel itself back on one of the most major underlying themes of the Godzilla franchise (something which compared to more familiar fan works of the fandom is an absolute rarity, an unsurprising few too far); much like how “Living with Monsters” was basically Mondo Kaiju, “Shelter 54” is told through the lens of what appears to be a U.N.G.C.C.-certified public safety film (one seemingly close to that icky true crime tone as that one major classic of the genre, “Will You Be Here Tomorrow?”) that, though showing all the major circumstances leading up to the creation of this universe’s Biollante and her tragic prolonging existence, ultimately wraps itself up with something as seemingly tidy as a public relations band-aid: we fixed up the shelters and passed a few regulations but we have yet to figure that as bad as it is to assault Mother Nature with our weapons and waste it is perhaps no different or even worse of an offense to take advantage of her with the intention of culling her to our very whims. We after all are an imperfect species – if the best of our highest minds can only lead to senselessness, then what says the world when they really try to save it? It’s a quieter, much somber short, and that’s because it had to be: it could’ve easily crept on you just to rattle you by the shoulders with some loud all-out assault, but this time it chose best to leave you hanging by the threads of unease, letting those spirits linger long towards the sunset and into the night.

** Though I can’t help but find it somewhat pale though this could be strictly preferential – I mean come on, analog alternate history’s right there!

[dunmeshistash]

dr stash, it looks like there's a new limited time event (with new ryoko kui art + merch) in japan and everyone looks so cute 😭 laios must be thrilled to be the red dragon this time

WAH SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some close ups so they're easier to see <3

[puddingcatbeans]

to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be

[tsuutarr]

On your hike, you find an abandoned shrine made of stone, created to worship a god that has long been forgotten. You don’t know why, but the sight makes your heart hurt, compelling you to tug and pull the vines that wrap around the stone shrine, cleaning up any dirt that mars it.

Once you’re satisfied, you leave a tiny coin offering, before leaving towards your next destination.

You are unaware of the small mark that begins to form on the back of your neck, glowing a brilliant blue.

What you do become aware of, though, is the water-related death that seems to occur around you. Your partner for a project drowned in a bathtub, your neighbor choked on some water, your friend slipped on a puddle and shattered their skull, and other such occurrences seem to be happening frequently recently. Not to mention the rain that has been present constantly these past few weeks – the gentle drizzle somehow feels like little kisses being peppered on your skin, while the harsher rainfall feels like hands caressing you.

You think you may be going a little crazy, but you can’t help it. You try to stay indoors when you can, avoiding any large bodies of water. You haven’t been able to drink water or shower in peace lately, too scared that you may face some water-related death.

Despite your caution, however, you’re forced to venture out due to work on a particularly rainy day. Despite your caution, you end up falling into a large river, slipping on the slippery sidewalk.

Despite your caution, you’re pretty sure you’ll die, the water dragging you down like weights.

When you see the violet glow of four eyes, you think you’re already dead.

But the large hand that cradles your face is too calloused and real for you to be dead.

“Pet,” the large creature purrs, his teeth shark-like and sharp. His voice rumbles deeply like the ocean, his four hands roaming your body. “Do not fret. I am your god. You will be safe by my side.”

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[bitchimasnake-sss]

I wanna see how the monster trip would react to their partner begging for round two..

maybe I'm just dirty or smth but I really wanna see Sanji's nose bleed /j

ahaha making sanji nosebleed is kinda my passion /hj

🌙thinkin' about: the monster trio! vs round two!

cw: pussydrunk boys. nsfw thoughts include: cunnilingus, creampie, overstimulation, cocky men, doin' it raw. oh, and pussydrunk men. okay, thats it. MDNI OR ILL HUNT YOUR PETTY ASSES. m.list

monkey d. luffy:

❤️monkey d. luffy knew — from the bottom of his heart — that you were the girl of his dreams. there was no doubt about that. the way you smiled at him, the way you pouted when he would annoy you, the way you happened to lecture him when he would act reckless. you were his, no doubt. ❤️but holy fucking shit. looking at you all bleary-eyed and tongue-tied, he almost felt his heart rip him apart whole. looking up at him with such a desperate look that it almost knocked the wind right of his lungs and replaced the air he breathed with something much more sinister. what did you want of him? he was all yours from the very start. ❤️covered in sheen, strands of jet-black clung to his forehead and his heavy breath fanned over you spent face. his cock had stayed buried within you despite painting your walls white a few minutes prior. despite making you cum twice already. shifting his weight on his elbows, he bent down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your pretty face. and as he felt weak nails breaking the skin of his biceps, his eyes met yours, "what's wrong, peach?" "l-luff," your voice stuttered, and he almost grinned at the the sweet falsetto, "hm?" "'nother round, please?" ❤️and how could monkey d. luffy say no to the girl of his dreams? grinning ear to ear, his larger palm intertwined against your weak ones. bringing you dainty palm up to his lips, he pressed down a messy kiss just as his hips pistoned into your cushiony heat, "ah ah, luffy. fuck—" "shh." a delirious smile on his face, lust-induced haze in his eyes, and your name on his lips, "don't need'ta say twice, baby."

roronoa zoro:

💚as a swordsman, roronoa zoro revered himself to be a man that could mask all emotions, all calculations behind a stoic look-of-stone. but were you so well-versed in him that you could read his mind? seemed like that since you were begging for the very thing he was ready to give. "zo." you looked over your shoulder, a stern twinge in your words despite your trembling lips and teary eyes, "again, please." "ha-hah, again?" his thumb circled your twitching clit, enjoying the way you squirmed under him with every wicked swipe over your overstimulated cunt. faux concern on his tongue, he teased you, "think you can handle it?" "yes. another round, please." bobbing your head up and down so fast, looking back at him with such raw emotion that he felt a lump in his heart where you were. fuck, why did you have to be so pretty? 💚snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his heady words accompanied the frenzied touches across your swollen clit, "might regret it later when you can't walk." "i don' care, zo— want you." you whined, your sweet voice so close to his ears. and who does he think he is that he can say no to you? nothing. he's a fool at your hands, always. 💚 and you should really be careful what you wished for. because as the swordsman dragged his tip all the way out just to push it right back in all of a sudden jolted you forward. your moans muffled as you bit down the pillow, "s-slow down, zo— ngh fu—" "c'mon," he purred, words strained as he tried to maintain whatever sanity he had, "you asked for this."

vinsmoke sanji:

he has a nosebleed as soon as you call out his name in that weak voice of yours but let's pretend he's got game. 💙vinsmoke sanji treated you like you were glass in battles. scared of out his wits that one wayward shove, one reckless pull and you would shatter. but what a fucking hypocrite he was! becausr right now, he was the one wrecking you. experienced fingers curling within your plushy heat, his tongue toying with your swollen clit as his eyes watched the woman over him fall apart. "hah, fuck." you panted, walls clenching around his fingers dangerously as nectar pooled from your divine body down his greedy throat. he almost felt himself come undone as your feeble voice called out his name. 💙he knew the routine by now. vinsmoke sanji would lap away at you like a man starve as you will try to pry him off by squirming and pulling his hair. in retaliation, he would grab your thighs harder and continue eating you out till you cried out his name loud enough for everyone to hear. simple enough, right? 💙but right now as he looked up at you, he didn't find you clenching your eyes and trying to pry him off. instead, you met his eyes with a hungry glint. reddened, kiss-bitten lips commanding him, "sanji, again." "hm?" his eyes widened, and as he pulled back, your slick shined on his lips and jaw. he looked up, grinning like the devil, "what did you say, my love?" at his sudden inspection, your throat closed up. voice growing weak, feeble, "a-again?" he answered by sinking his face back against your heat. and the last thing you heard before you lost all semblance of sanity was a rough rumble of, "again."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD, IM LEGIT GOING OUT WITH FRIENDS IN LIKE 2 MINS AND I NEEDED TO POST THIS BEFORE I LEAVE AAAAAH anyways. ahem, ahem. am i ever gonna get tired of these men? no. so, just enjoy. okay, a genuine question: should i add ace, law to my usual roster [i.e. the monster trio]? i love writing ace so i'm just finding excuses lmaoo and with law, i think it'll give me good practice before i transition into long fics for him. let me know what you think lol. credits: @rookthornesartistry for the dividers! tagging: @mist-ixx [let me know if you'd like to be in the taglist!] m.list

[beverage2000]

Printemps x Mecha PaniQ

[therealcallmekd]

Of No Use - - -

Non-GIF version:

Bonus!!!!!!

the creattttureeee thinnnggsssss

[mx-monster]

Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so here’s a lazy Drabble

Cw: m/f, breeding kink

Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering

your villages crops are failing. If it continues there won’t be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.

You’re paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the God’s attention.

You’re left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.

It doesn’t take long before He’s towering over you. He was magnificent.

“Do you know what this ritual entails?”

What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you don’t answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.

He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.

Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.

“You’re ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?”

You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.

“Say it.”

“I want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,” you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, you’d absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.

“Such a greedy cunt you have,” He grunted, “taking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. I’ll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.”

It doesn’t take long before you felt an orgasm rip it’s way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.

When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.

“Your village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our children’s children will sit at it’s head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,” he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, “now, we rest.”

[allykatsart]

Alright y'all! I need some feedback on this character design!

This is Somerson, he's the older brother of April (who I'll put below) and he's a winter fairy! This world is an urban fantasy, so he's got a more modern look!

What I need to know is this. What do you think his character/personality would be based on the design alone? No wrong answers here, I just wanna hear some ideas. Doesn't even have to be a coherent essay! What personality traits do you think he'd have? How would he behave?

[shardanic]

Who is ready for some new Monster Hunter?

I know I am...

[ionomycin]

it's you, after all

[sunderwight]

Bingqiu AU where Luo Binghe's the chosen village sacrifice to the evil deity who lives up the mountain.

Normally the village sends maidens, but they've more or less run out of expendable girls of the right age and, ahem, "virtues". So of course Luo Binghe's early life bad luck kicks in. In the wake of his mother's death there's no one to really care about what happens to him, he's fairly pretty, and the village leaders decide that if they dress him up like a girl the teenaged homeless kid should pass well enough. And hey, y'know, he's probably got a hard life ahead for him anyway -- dying in a brothel of some venereal disease or on the streets of exposure or starvation. At least as a sacrifice, everyone else gets to benefit from his loss! And the kid will get added to a shrine and be remembered as a hero! If anything, he should be happy about this!

Binghe is not happy about this.

But he's also a skinny underfed nobody who is easily overpowered, dressed up like a bride, and tied to a post. So. Not much he can do but wait for the evil deity to come and do whatever horrible thing he's gonna do to him.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is pretty sure he's been isekai'd into the over-powered hero of some kind of supernatural adventure story? He's not totally sure because he doesn't recognize the setting, but the signs are there. He's got a shrine-like base of operations (though it seems to have become corrupted/ruined, probably he has to restore it somehow), he has a very resilient and handsome new body with spiritual energy of some kind flowing through him, and a very clearly magical sword. Plus lots of neat starter powers! Though it feels like he has other abilities that have been blocked somehow? Probably he has to level up in order to access them.

When he treks out of his "base" and finds what seems to be a distressed maiden, he takes it for his beginner hero mission. The girl claims that she's been doomed to be sacrificed to an evil god. That sounds a little above Shen Yuan's pay grade for dealing with, so he unties her and decides that they had better just get out of the whole region altogether. He already packed up anything useful from his base, anticipating he might get caught up in an adventure once he left, so they follow the river away from the settlement until they reach another one.

While they travel, Luo Binghe tells Shen Yuan about the cursed deity, Shen Qingqiu, who was cast out of the heavens for slaughtering one of his brethren and has apparently being do-who-knows what to maidens from the local village in exchange for his "protection" ever since. Sounds like a real asshole! And also mid-level boss type bad guy at least. Shen Yuan hopes he doesn't have to fight him, but he probably will.

Thank goodness he found Binghe, though! Clearly the helpful little sister type! He's definitely going to require her assistance if he's going to figure out how to navigate this world and level up his skills enough to take on a god.

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