#oc summoner

[s117rartblog]

An inner joke that I have with my friend @thefangirlhasarrive DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY? Her Oc's Victoria is so beautiful that should be illegal!!! Sierra is straight but for her, she can toss that heterosexuality away with no issues xd

[flowersofsakura]

BRUH I completely forgot to post it on tumblr 💀

I've been losing my sanity on this one and it's just a concept art lmao x'D

Anyway, here's my summoner from FEH, Flowerya! In her dark flier attire that I designed based on several characters she share strong bonds with!

She shares her S support with Shigure, but because I have the power of money (no, I don't 💸), she also have S support with Alfonse/Lif thanks to the fehpass x'D

Thanks again @/flamingopuuuunch for the help 🩵

To excuse myself for forgetting to post it on tumblr, guys you gonna have a lil "sneak peak", I've been working on the design of her back. She have Askr's (badly drawn x'D) emblem on her back !

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[thelittleredwitch]

[heybiji]

[acetier]

"Be a good mongrel and stay. Down."

[doctorsiren]

Meet the people of Woodward Ranch! To most West Virginians, the place is just a normal animal sanctuary, but to those in the know, it’s a cryptid conservation ranch :)

Wyatt Woodward is the grandson of the man who used to own the ranch (I haven’t figured out that guy yet so…). His grandfather passed and left the ranch to Wyatt in his will, despite Wyatt only having met the man once or twice when he was little. Now he’s tasked with running the place, as well as grappling with the reality that monsters, cryptids, and the supernatural are very very much real

Lucy Lovejoy is a farmhand / wrangler on the ranch. She grew up living there and is miffed that Wyatt was given ownership. She believes she’s entitled to it because she actually knows the place and Wyatt didn’t even believe in the supernatural until he came to the ranch

Dr. Herschel Finch is the ranch’s science boy (that’s probably not the official title) and he does his magic + science stuff to keep the ranch safe as well as be the resident cryptid expert. He’s very chaotic neutral and would probably kill someone…yknow…for science! Nobody really quite knows his history, despite him telling lots of strange backstories about his past.

Denny is a feral little orphan werewolf girl that lives on the ranch and has deemed it her home. She causes trouble for Wyatt because he’s easy to mess with, but she’s also the one (other than the Mothman) who sees him as family the fastest

The Mothman is one of the cryptids who regularly stays at the ranch. He was Wyatt’s grandfather’s favourite, and so Wyatt quickly becomes the new favourite of the Mothman. Just look at him 🥺 he’s so,,,🫶

Bonus:

Cryptoria is Finch’s ex-wife. Nobody on the ranch has actually met her, but Finch’s reasoning for why they got divorced was that “she was evil”. They question why he didn’t take that into account when marrying a literal demon, and also why that was the dealbreaker, seeing as he’s not one to be opposed to some evil from time to time, but he doesn’t elaborate. He does explain, however, that she tried to kill him. Despite that, he also actively laments the relationship, clearly missing his hot demon wife. Cryptoria divorced HIM because she found him annoying. They’re soooo toxic for each other. They’re the kind of exes that simultaneously hate each other but would totally make out again if they had the chance.

[gzeidraws]

Commission for @evostrashbin of her Summoner Kiran and Grima having a quiet morning together 💕

[yumilattea]

And what if Hrid could also join the festivities....

[dark-moonlust]

The Summoning of Vassago

Commission for anonymous Patreon friend for August 2024! Enjoy! Slots are open!

Pairing: demon oc: Vassago x witch oc: Kestrel

Summary: Kestrel, a white witch, struggles to sleep because of a spell book filled with dark magic. After having a vivid dream about a mysterious man with brilliant orange eyes, she discovers the book on her bed, despite leaving it in her office. Unable to resist, she casts the spell, summoning Vassago, a strong demon who promises to grant her deepest wishes.

Warnings: minors don't interact, NSFW, explicit smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, size kink and big 🍆, lots of 💦, mating bite.

Kestrel tossed and grumbled as visions, powerful and unsettling consumed her sleep. A man chased her in her dreams, tall and handsome, his presence so strong it made her feel heated throughout. It felt so real. He caught her, trapping her in his embrace. He had dark hair and eyes that burned with an orange glow. A grin on his handsome lips, he held an ancient spell book and pointed to a specific page and cryptic symbols. His captivating eyes prompted her to look closer, and she did.

Eyes snapping open, she jolted awake, her forehead sweaty, her heart racing. A strange heat burned deep inside her. Magic, pure and primal flew through her, crackling beneath her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned and saw the spell book on the bed beside her. She stared at it in disbelief. She could swear she had left it in her office, locked away.

Yet there it was, sitting innocently, open on the same page as the stranger had shown her in her dream.

Chills spread throughout her skin.

The night was strangely silent, the air dense with a tension she couldn't shake.

She had not expected her dreams to be absorbed by the spell book she had brought home from the library. The book buzzed with black magic, and she intended to safeguard the innocent by bringing it home for safekeeping. She could withstand bad magic since she was a white witch, strong and surrounded by the bright light of good magic.

But now, after the dream and the unexpected movement of the book, she wasn't so sure. 

Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself, but as soon as her eyelashes slid shut, she saw him. He appeared again, towering and powerful, his eyes piercing through her like before. Kestrel’s eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She glanced at the book and the heat inside her grew stronger, almost unbearable. It was as if her own magic was boiling beneath her skin, demanding release.

Kestrel hesitated, biting her lip as energy sizzled from the book. It spoke her name in a deep voice that only she could hear and understand. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the page of her dream. The symbols came from an ancient script she didn't identify, but she comprehended every word. Her heart thudded, her core clenched as she focused on the name written across the page:

Vassago.

When her fingertips touched the name, a burst of magic passed through her. She gasped and her body lit up with power, a raw and uncontrollable force rolling through her. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt.

Dangerous. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.

The demon Vassago, the demon of temptation, able to make one’s wildest fantasies and desires come true. He wasn't simply a demon, but a supreme being with enormous power, the kind witches like her were warned never to summon. According to legend, strong sorcerers sacrificed their lives to confine Vassago in the book for seeking a forbidden treasure.

But now, it was too late. The book was crumbling, its magic unleashed, the demon half-released.

The heat inside her intensified, leaving her feeling achingly empty. Her magic burned with the desire to be released, and the more she fought, the more it clawed at her insides, demanding that she cast the spell and let it go. Before she could stop herself, she was reciting the spell. The air in her small bedroom thickened as the magic around her swirled like a storm, gathering in intensity. The shadows deepened and only the light from the full moon cast shafts of light through the deepening darkness.

And then, he appeared.

Vassago emerged from a circle of shadows, his dark presence dominating the room and dwarfing her form. Dark hair fell on his shoulders, whisps cascading over his angular face, and those eyes—those exact flaming orange eyes from her dream—gazed at her with fierce intensity. And bloody hell, he was naked, his body sculpted like stone, every muscle defined and rippling under his dark skin.

Kestrel gulped, unable to take her gaze away from him, his bulging cock, and heavy balls. He was huge in every way and his bits were just as provocative. His dick was long, thick and throbbing, the girth of it covered in ridges. The great demon stood at the foot of her bed, his lips twisted into a knowing smile as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

“You called for me,” he said in a deep husky voice. “And I came." 

Kestrel remained breathless, her magic humming beneath her skin as she met his gaze. She tried to resist, fight him, but his power and presence engulfed her, drawing her in and drowning her senses. She wasn’t afraid as she should have been but instead, she felt… excited. Thrilled. Aroused. In need.

Vassago crawled onto her bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. “You summoned me, my treasure. And I shall fulfill your deepest desires,” he said in a low, seductive murmur. “Shall we begin?”

“No!” The very word hurt her soul. Kestrel denied the agony and grabbed the covers, trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was only inches away from her curled form. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she stammered. “Go away… please…”

Yet, even as she spoke the words, something inside her shifted, unleashing a knot of desire deep in her core. Her magic, wild and untamed, flared inside her, wetness pooling in her pussy. She had never before been so aroused, every inch of her body so achingly alive with need. And the delicious heat of him was overwhelming, it made her rub her thighs, unable to control herself. 

“Your body says what your heart is reluctant to accept.” Vassago crawled to her, his big body caging her in. “You can’t deny what you truly want, Kestrel.”

Kestrel's pulse quickened, and she shook her head, but she did not react when he dragged away the covers. She only sighed pleasurably, desiring his touch on her. It felt so good to be touched by him. Vassago’s smile widened, his sharp fangs glinting as he trailed his fingertips over her clothed shoulders. She shivered and looked at him, her face flushed.

“I can feel it, Kestrel,” he whispered, his mouth poised over her lips. He didn’t touch her, but his breath scalded her. “You called for me—your soul, your body, your magic… they crave me.”

“I can’t…” she muttered, her hands shaking into fists at her sides. “I can’t let you in.”

“You don’t have to fight it. Let go, my treasure. Let me give you what we’ve both been denied. All you have to do is say yes.”

The moment he lowered his head and took her lips, a low, needy whimper escaped her. Kestrel’s heart and body betrayed her. He claimed her mouth, his tongue coaxing it open so that his tongue could slip inside. Kestrel moaned and clutched his chest, nails digging into the hard muscles as he fed her his tongue, thrusting it into her mouth. Their tongues danced and mated, her magic leaping to meet his and merging.

“Say yes?” he asked, peppering moist kisses on her neck.

“Yes…” Kestrel whispered, finally giving in. Her soul wanted him.

Her body trembled at his touch, a swirling tempest of desire and lust urging her onward. He took action, pushing his fingers into her hips as he lowered her down, his strong body covering hers. Skillful hands tugged at her clothes until she was fully exposed to his eyes. She shuddered, biting her lip as he took his fill of her, his gaze kissing her naked body.

“Kestrel…” he whispered, entranced.

His mate was a vision of soft, natural beauty; flushed and needy, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds, her honey-blonde hair fanning over the sheets. Lips soft and pink from his kisses. Breasts round and pert, nipples taut and begging to be suckled. Thighs soft and creamy and in between, the prettiest, most glistening pussy that seemed to glow with its own magic.

His lips crashed against hers and she melted under him, her legs opening, her arms wrapping around his neck. Big hands cupped her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples causing Kestrel to whine. Mouth leaving her mouth, he wetted one nipple then shifted to the other. He suckled them loudly while his free hand opened her thighs and draped them over his bulging thighs.

Trickles of arousal oozed out of her pussy and in a heartbeat, he was devouring it, head between her legs, his warm mouth fastened over her cunt. Kestrel squirmed but his hands held her in place. She could only whine as he swirled his wicked tongue, lapping up her essence. The demon feasted on her, then settled on her clit while thrusting a thick finger inside. She saw stars, she floated in a sky of pleasure and came with unbidden cries, her orgasm more explosive than anything she had ever felt before.

He didn’t stop.

One finger became two, two became three, spreading her hole wider. The pressure on her clit increased, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her. It was too much but she arched into his touch, every fiber of her being desperate for him to fill her. Frantic, Kestrel reached down and grasped his hot cock with both palms. The demon growled appreciatively as she traced the thick girth of him. His shaft was very warm and velvety, the ridges everywhere, even on the round weeping head.

“Finally,” Vassago sighed, rising to his knees, while she held his cock like a rod in her small palms. “Put me inside you little pussy, mate.”

Shaking with need, Kestrel aligned his throbbing cock to her entrance. The head pulsed again her soaked folds, opened them and speared inside. Her spine curled as he rolled his hips and every inch of him filled her up. He was so thick and long but he didn’t hurt her, didn’t tear her flesh. Their combined magic protected her. His dick invaded her, buried itself deep within her.

Breathing fast, Kestrel kissed him. She felt him everywhere, around her, within her, his magic and soul one with her. He kissed her back, primal groans and moans leaving him as he claimed his soulmate, his treasure. His massive frame curved around her, protectively as he pounded into her. Kestrel accepted him completely; she was so wet that his cock slipped in and out of her with ease, the plap-plap of their bodies echoing through the room.

"You are mine now. My treasure has been found," he drawled, licking her nipples, propelling her higher and higher.

“Yours,” Kestrel said breathlessly, her tits bouncing with each powerful stroke. Eyes shutting tightly, she came again, pussy seizing around his shaft, her cries reverberating in the room.

Vassago drank in her melodic moans while fucking her, lifting her legs and opening her up fully. He marveled at her little slit being stretched by his cock, her wetness soaking his balls and thighs. He rubbed her cute clit, holding her hostage to his touch while she struggled and cried. A slave to pleasure.

His ridged cock caressed her sensitive walls, slamming back and forth with a force that pushed the air out of her lungs. Vision fading, Kestrel came again, her insides fluttering around his thrusting cock. A whimpering mess, she clutched him for dear life and accepted his fierce kiss.

He followed then, plunging to the hilt and flooding her. He spurted load after load of wet heat, filling her up for minutes on end. And when he was finished, he moved their bodies to the side, his muscled body fitting against her softness, and stayed buried deep inside, his cock pulsing up her belly.

“Yes,” he breathed softly against her ear. “My beautiful mate, in my arms, filled with my cock. They tried to take me away from you. They tried but you found me. You found me, my treasure.”

“Who did this? Who hurt you?” Kestrel asked. She knew he was telling the truth. She had been drawn to that book, to him, for a reason.

“Sorcerers of the light. They thought they could keep me trapped in that damned book,” he explained as his hands found hers, intertwining their fingers. “They feared what we would be together—the power we would wield. You, a witch of light, and me, a demon of darkness. You were a treasure I was never supposed to have. But none of that matters now. Because you found me.”

“I am your treasure? Truly?”

“Hmm… you are my treasure, Kestrel. The other half of my soul. My mate,” he drawled, his molten orange eyes burning with something more than just lust.

Everything made sense. Kestrel felt her magic ignite in answer, and her heart swelled with strength and love. The demon had claimed her, and all she wanted to do was give in. Angling her head, her lips found his in a blazing collision of hunger and need. Vassago groaned, his hard cock throbbing inside her, thrusting lazily. His body pressed harder against hers, his palms fondling her sensitive breasts. They moved together, slowly, enjoying every second of their union.

“Mine,” he whispered against her lips, his cock stealing away her breath. “My mate. My equal. My love. No magic, no force can keep me from you. And I am yours. Forever.”

Kestrel pulled back from the kiss just enough to meet his eyes. “I feel it too. The bond. The need. The love. I can’t bear the thought of being away from you. Vassago, you are my mate. I accept you fully.”

Growling, his lips moved lower, brushing against her neck, his fangs trailing the smooth skin. “We’ll never be apart. I will tear apart the realms to keep you by my side.

And then he bit, his fangs sinking into her skin and claiming her forever and irrevocably as his. The mate of Vassago. The demon’s treasure. Kestrel moaned in pain and bliss and convulsed around his thrusting cock. She succumbed to him and to the bond they shared. They were united by fate, love, and something far more than each of them could have imagined. And that was all that mattered.

THE END

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DecembHyur 2023 Day XIII: Trust

FT. @allyennah | @icehearts | @ahollowgrave | @sealrock | @escherstrange-ffxiv | @soulroot | @primamchorus

I typically like to include other people's characters in these annual hyur prompts for an entry or two. It's become a tradition after doing it for three years so thank you for lending me your beautiful blorbos!

[hellosunnycore]

𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖒

[artist-rat]

This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! HERO: I’m here to save you, your highness!

YANDERE! HERO: And potentially get married!

YANDERE! HERO: And have your ki—

YANDERE! DEMON LORD(Who’s also your husband): How many times must I banish you, hero? They’re not interested!

READER: No, darling. Let me handle him this time.

READER: *sighs cause they’ve been dealing with yan! hero’s antics since childhood*

READER: *inhales* FIREBALL!

[heybiji]

[lustrous-dreams-art]

with love from Alfonse