#poor sad beast

[kiababs-creative-void]

Hey!!

Hey @mollish-art !!!!

I did a fanart for Unperson because I am obsessed with it. I couldn't get the visual of this passage from chapter two out of my brain.

(pssst here's the fic for those who haven't read it https://archiveofourown.org/works/47833267/chapters/120589285 )

[meringuejellyfish]

ahhh so ahh ....

[doctorweebmd]

10500?!?!?!

i really must have lost my mind. why am i like this.

i think i corrected the issue from yesterday. it was a more-so inconsistent tone, but i think we've scaled back around to good. to be honest i think this can use another read-through, at least towards the second half where most of this additional 1k words was added. maybe i'll take a shower get a drink and give myself like two hours away from it.

i'm fairly emotionally committed to publishing this chapter today, though. so. um. woohoo? yipee?

[sibillascribbles08]

"This narrative upset me and therefore the writing is bad--" Wrong. Shut the hell up. Try again.

[wistfullywaiting2]

Read beast a couple days ago, I’m a shell of myself

(But not for the reasons you think)

[the-border-outpost]

Thane isn't the only Warbred to have gotten a bit of bruising from that failed hunt! Poor Areto got kicked under the tail... which is the equivalent of a nutshot. Poor boy got kicked in the nards, has a bruise, and is very ouchy! His sister's trying to make him feel better, but she can't help but be a bit amused by his rather painful predicament. Look at that pout and those sad puppy eyes... poor Areto's gonna be sitting on an ice pack for a while!

[hauntingblue]

de la tula

[zcrayas]

That huge snake hide surely would catch her interest to look for the huge snake if she stumbled across it in the Lands of Shadow. Imagine if you found her and her quest would involve that.

[froggies-bloggies]

annoying my followers by posting 500 death note posts out of nowhere and then getting into chainsaw man despite never posting anime on this blog

[pastelaspirations]

EEEEEEYYY, MAAN, LET'S GOOO. IT'S JUST A BIG POST OF AMAZING ART, WE'RE EATING GOOD TONIGHT, MAN

I'm going to briefly comment on the other sketches 'cus I want to lol. 1) I like the angsty Killer drawing because m m m, a n g s t. 2) I freaking love stuff with Kyle and Gooseberry. Those two = the best friend duo that I love with all my heart and I will eat up all drawings with them, no, you can't change my mind- 3) I mean... That other Nightmare be looking pretty ✧˖°.fine,✧˖°. all things considered-

NOW. TIME FOR THE FREAK OUT.

MIRAGE, HOW MUCH FREAKING ART DID YOU DO, MAN. I SAID YOU WERE COOKING THE LAST POST, BUT HERE YOU ARE, COOKING AGAIN. YOU LIKE, NEVER LEFT THE KITCHEN, BEEN COOKING ONE BANGER MEAL AFTER ANOTHER-

A h e m. I shall compose myself.

....Well, about that-

Like, he wouldn't probably say it explicitly, b u t. There's a whole lot you can imply without coming right out and saying it, no? ;) (He's f i n e.)

MAAAN, I'M ALSO JUST WHEEZING. Poor Error smh. He and Daisy have their work cut out for them simply just trying to make sure Ink doesn't accidentally kill himself smh. In Ink's defense, those berries looked awful tasty, alright- (Look up deadly nightshade and tell me those berries don't look like they'd taste really good)

AND HOLY CRAP, MIRAGE, I AM SHAKING YOU. THAT FANG THROAT LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD AND SCARY, I AM IN LOVE WITH IT ✧˖°.

I am holding my head. It looks so beautiful and scary, man, I am in awe. YOU GUYS MAKING MY BEASTS LOOK SCARIER THAN M E. Not to worry though hehe. I can just focus on the creepy literary aspect and hopefully convey the idea through my sketches enough, I can inspire you freaking mad lads to give them justice yourselves >:) WHICH YOU DID, I AM S C R E A M I N G

But eeeey, don't worry! I made the Beasts vague enough, that any design you guys do for them could be canon! :D Because they used to be normal humans/monsters, they can technically come in any shape and size. Certain Beast types just have certain characteristics that fit them into a category, but they can technically be any design your heart desires <3

I will say though... your previous Beast design looked a lot like what a Hellhound could be. What are those??? Let's just say, don't worry about it :)

More silly sketches I drew 🎉✨

‼️fake blood

Translation: you knew this would happen

Translation:

*Gooseberry: explains the plot of his novel

*Kyle: absorbs information attentively

Kyle: uh-huh.

Translation: Killer, get me the same dress

*Nightmare on the right was drawn by this artist *

*is a joke, he wouldn't say that.. I just reread some chapters of him suffering thanks to Gaster😭

Translation:

*When you left Ink for a 0.001 second, and he already nearly killed himself with some lil' berries

.

The last 3 sketches were about fanfiction "Perseverance" by @pastelaspirations

Аnd PastelAspirations.. thank you so much for making a reference for FangThroat, now I realize how wrong my first drawing of it was😭

SO! I redrew it :D (I'm pretty sure there are still things I've missed, but at least now it's a bit more accurate 😭👍)

[deviantnymph0]

I'm in a bar, my elbows on the counter as I lean over a little, my back slightly arched. I let out a small whimper when I feel a wet snout under my skirt, a dog sniffs me and I turn around, laughing a little.

The dog keeps his head under my skirt before the owner, sitting alone at a table, a smile on his lips, tugs on the leash as he says, "sorry Miss, he really likes the scent of young girls it seems".

I giggle and shrug. "It's okay" - I mumble and stroke his ears.

The man smiles when I tell him that his dog is very beautiful.

"Thanks Doll, it's a Malinois" - He answers me.

I nod my head and it doesn't take long for the dog to come back to sniff my panties, I giggle again and blush, the dog is sitting firmly at my feet as he sniffs my pussy.

I gasp and it makes the man laugh, he lets his dog do it, I stroke his head and he breathes hard against my underwear, other men glance at me. It's not every day that they see a young girl let a dog do that.

''Looks like he like you'' - The man says with a chuckle.

Despite the grotesqueness of the situation, everyone is rather aroused. Especially me and the dog, he gets a little hard and starts to lick me through the cotton of my panties which are already a bit wet.

''good boy'' - The master says and lets him do it.

I moan louder, the man next to me looks at me and stares at my thighs. The dog whine and I push my panties to the side a little. He exhales and inhales loudly against my pussy, his nose pressing against my lips before he gives a big lick.

''oh-'' I moan, my eyes roll back before closing. My hand on the dog's head, I try not to grab him too hard as i feel his big tongue.

I close my eyes. The dog almost pushes his tongue into me and I let out a soft whimper. The owner and 2 or 3 men watch me and the belgian shepherd in the empty bar. A smirk on the lips of the one holding the leash. He pulls it so everyone can see my pussy wet with his dog's drool.

I whimper and the canine too. A stranger whistles at me before I close my legs, the man releases his grip on the leash and the dog comes back to lick me, the knee, the thighs, then in between again when I open my legs.

One of the men suggests that the dog fuck me after noticing that the poor beast was humping against the air.

I answer that I don't want to do that in front of everyone.

"Come on doll there's no one here, no one cares, and you know you want the dog." - Says one of the men.

Indeed there weren't many people and all the men had already seen my pussy.

So I end up on all fours, the owner hold his animal by the collar, he makes me wait a few seconds with my panties down on my knees so that everyone can see clearly, before letting go of the dog and he runs straight to me, jumping on my back, his paws on my waist, claws digging into my skin and scratching me.

He humps hard and fast on my ass, his big doggy cock rubbing against my clit, my slit, my inner thigh, until he finds my vagina and pushes his cock in, one of the men films.

I gasp and whine loudly, my body shaking with his movements, i try to take it the best i can but i just moan very loudly and fall on my elbows, the dog against my back, he pants on my neck and slobbers on me, his hips thrusting fast and violently against my ass. I scream and end up with my face almost against the ground. His hind legs scratch my calves as he tries to find a better position to satisfy his need.

His knots sink well to stay inside until he cums inside me, he pants and I moan.

I scream when he pulls out of me. His cum drips a little from my lips. The dog stays next to me, his tongue out of his mouth while he breathes. I sit up weakly after a few seconds, the dog's cum running down my thighs onto the bar floor as I kneel and watch the men.

The owner strokes my head and tells me that I took the dog's cock very well and that I am really a good girl.

(im very confused about why this post have been deleted by Tumblr, i had like 120 likes im so sad :(, anyways im posting it again)

[cuppajj]

It’s been a series of inconveniences for Shadow Milk. In some ways, he’d been dealt a worse hand than his peers. Having his body completely destroyed, he’s been relegated once again to being a mere specter. Not the best circumstance to be in when threatened by the so-called Herald of Penance, as they stand diametrically opposed to each other; but it’s alright… the former ancient hero has hurt many in his wake of salvation, hasn’t he? Perhaps one of those sad victims of his could help the poor old poet. Ideally, one who who’d be willing to work side by side with him despite his notoriety, and one who dedicates themselves so neatly to Knowledge…

Ah! They’ll do just fine. A lonely little child prodigy, sole witness to the Beast’s rise? While they’re still a shut in, more keen on following a lost prince around, and skeptical of his wishes, Shadow Milk can be patient, just for them. After all, it’s not like he’s got a lot of good options, and he knows their curious little mind won’t have them wary forever. They’ll hear him out eventually, and besides… they’ve got quite the mechanical talent, and Shadow Milk just so happens to be lacking a body!

Until then and thereafter, he promises, he’ll keep them safe and alert. He prefers his prodigy alive and on their two feet, after all. What for? Well, they only know so much now, but if they want to really know their potential, all they need to do is call for him, and he’ll show them how deep the well of Knowledge truly goes.

[randomnameless]

TBF,

Both for FE16 and Nopes in a way, there's a feeling the devs wanted to write a story that would be centered on different characters, each with their own POV.

As you said, there's enough material to believe they wanted to come up with a story where every character believes they're a hero in their POV... and yet, because those characters and their stories aren't written in a vacuum, there are clues, NPCs, books, mentions etc etc here and there that some narrative we follow is biased.

However, the cast doesn't react to those clues about their worldview, as you noted, Claude will only remember Petra exists - even if he already reached an A support with her - in the second half of the war Arc, when he will realise maybe the CoS isn't the obstacle he believed they were to reach his dreams.

The devs believed the players would only play one route and call it a day, and yet, as I noticed earlier, we have enough easter eggs here'n'there and throwbacks between routes (Ignatz noticing how Supreme Leader's lines from Tru Piss are the same ones as the Agarthans in the JP version!) to instead clue us that the devs also wanted the players to play all routes and see how different the characters act in them, or how some choices affect them in their non native routes (Felix for example!).

So on the one hand, we have the devs pushing some "the players will only see those characters in one route", and on the other hand, we also have the devs going all "we will show those characters change between the routes" with always the same Supreme caveat : sell pots of Hresvelg Tea (or nightgown cipher cards).

By virtue of being an expy, Claude is also hit by this syndrome in a way : only the Lions can express negative feelings about "outsiders" given what they believe happened to their loved ones (Matthias with Sreng, Ingrid with Duscur, etc etc), but even if we learn Almyra raids every monday to buy souvenirs, we cannot have a playable character from Leicester express any ill feelings regarding Almyra that are on par with the Lions' personal losses : Hilda will repeat what her racist grandma told her and happily laze around while "servants" will do her chores, but she cannot tell Claude how Almyrans, through their "cultural exchanges" slaughtered her cousin/brother/sister/mom.

No character, bar the old and supposedly unattractive ones (read, the faculty members and for some reason, Dedue) or Rhea (bcs she BaD) can be unlikable, because FE16 is all about parasocial relationships, even it means the plot is half a gummy bear.

Dimitri's arc, where he cannot be invited for tea anymore, is an outlier, everything he says and does during his "boar" phase is unreasonable - including asking Randy to take responsability for being a member of the Imperial Army who invaded and slaughtered his way to gain a promotion (a bootleg copy of FE5's Raydrick?) but now has the nerve to plead for mercy - and yet, after the events in Gronder, he is the Saviour King and, thank goodness, can be invited for tea again.

He and Supreme Leader will talk about peanut butter and cream cheese instead of, uh, y'know, the war and destruction Lady Farquaad allowed in the pursuit of her ideals (while ignoring the nabateans in the room) and in the end, he will drop any hatred or ill feelings against her, ending with this wonderful :

We have no choice but to destroy each other... Such is the destiny we were born to.

"Isn't it so sad fate forced us to fight against each other :'( we could have been fwends and shared pastries :'( :'( :'( very sad uwus"

-> If Elincia pulled this shit at Ashnard, I'd have thrown my copy of PoR in the nearest trashcan.

Meanie!Dimitri can apparently make Caspar wonder if he's going to receive flak for having joined the army as a former member of Adrestia (compare with Cormag and Duessel fully accepting their status as traitors but willing to push through for the sake of their countries), but he can't receive flak for being the son of Leopold "I am the leader of the Imperial Army" von Bergliez, when the cast already faced numerous "War Assets" fighting side by side with the Imperial Army!

Hell, when Doro asks us to be sad for Ferdie because we killed him, it's as if Cormag asks us to cry for Novala the arachnid lover - both Ferdie and Novala were fighting side by side with eldritch abominations (Novala has the upper hand here, since Baels are their own things and not, mutated human beings turned against their wills in weapons to be used as "assets").

Imagine if, say, during their paralogue, Mercie shits on Caspar for being all gung-ho about fighting the Death Knight when during his time in Adrestia, as the son of Leopold, he must have known about war assets and only ditched the country recently, but not as soon as his Supreme Leader declared war on GM and started to conquer Fodlan.

Hell, we'd never have had the Hector/Jaffar support conversations* in Fodlan!

The show then spends it's time giving exposition when the characters need it rather than for the audience.

Basically Fraud in Nopes who cries about isolationism, when the audience, especially in AG, has access to various books and all explaining how Faerghus, the so-called favorite child of the CoS, traded freely with Albinea and Duscur before Farquaad's associates ruined everyting.

The characters don't interact or even feel like they live in their world, as a result, the story told starring them is a huge mess and feels so disjointed that I really believe Fodlan's popularity in fics was partly prompted by people wanting to make characters "react" to various things they should have reacted to in game, but never did because of reasons.

*Seteth will have talked about ice cream and Rhea's love for cats to Jeritza instead of insulting/hating/resenting on spot like Hector did to Jaffar (or Ochlys does to Mandrin in Unicorn Overlord).

@randomnameless

There’s really something... off about the writing of Three Houses, isn’t there? According to the devs, they wanted players to immerse themselves in Fodlan. It wants us to pick up all the bits of lore and backstory, see the implications of what’s being said, connect the dots and the like. This is all meant to back up the natural progression of the story regardless of which House we pick to teach, in addition to showing the player how wrong the fourth route is if the fact it’s leader wasn’t depicted as the “Lady of Deceit” wasn’t enough of a clue. It’s supposed to be on us to figure out the mysteries and how they work, and the fact the localization changed information that was meant to be clues does not help.

Sure, you can say that ��everyone’s a hero from their own POV” and that might be true in the case of Houses. Edelgard and those who join her believe they are heroes and doing the right thing, but that doesn’t mean that they ARE doing the right thing and the point of immersing ourselves in Fodlan is for the things I mentioned above to start making it clear to the audience what the game views as right and wrong. And, again, the localization doesn’t help because it wants to lean into things being morally grey and that it’s not just that the villain believes she is the good guy, it wants her to be the good guy with it’s alterations to the script.

But here’s the issue; the game basically relays a lot of this through exposition. And the game is so freaking focused on handing out exposition we get stuff like characters never bringing up the Flame Emperor again after the reveal. People don’t react to stuff like a normal person would, not when they can give a piece of information for the player’s string board, nor are they capable of piecing things together themselves unless the plot calls for it (like Claude pointing out the diversity at Garreg Mach). Hell, they released Hopes with exposition they couldn’t fit into Houses!

People would be horrified by what Edelgard is doing, and would be commenting on it. Characters would normally call this shit out, even Fates knew that, but in Houses it’s absent and it makes Fodlan feel so shallow as a result. Like the people aren’t even living there, they’re just reciting lines. And this shallowness resulted in people believing the game was saying things were okay because the characters went along with it. Like Hanneman confirms that the empire still uses demonic beasts in Flower if recruited, so what does it say about the noble students given ranks of general by the empire doing so after going through White Clouds and knowing where Edelgard’s war assets come from? Chances are they were all commanding demonic beasts themselves prior to the formation of the BESF.

Houses tries to be smart, but this all makes it feel like it’s secretly poorly written. If people are walking away with the wrong idea of what the game was trying to say, then there’s a big problem there. Translation plays a role, sure, but this all goes back to the game’s original script and how inorganic the worldbuilding actually was.

It reminds me of Gundam Reconguista in G. In the first episode, the very idea of exposition is mocked when the protagonist is asked a question by his teacher. He says everyone already knows the answer so why should he, but the teacher responds by telling him to just repeat the textbook answer. It highlights how artificial most exposition actually is, done for the convenience of the audience rather than making sense in-universe. The show then spends it's time giving exposition when the characters need it rather than for the audience. It made the show harder to follow, sure, but in the end the world felt so thought-out and lived in it felt believable.

Fodlan does not feel believable in the slightest. It feels like everyone there has no attention span whatsoever, or robotic tour guides telling us about the setting rather than the game showing us this crap.

[snowande]

Side quest 2 with isekai Reader that is a healer with a unique way

(male orc x female)

From this story Side quest 1

After done doing your job at the camps, you return to your villages, riding trough the trails with your horse on the way home.

You hear a scream and grunts from the woods, you stop on the trails and put your horse on a leash on to a tree, when you investigate, slowly pushing away the bushes to the voice, and you see, a orc getting jump by a pack of werewolf.

The orc's cries for help are muffled by the sound of his own screams and the werewolves' growls. His arms are wrapped around one of the werewolves, trying to crush it, but there are too many of them. They tear at his flesh, their claws and teeth.

The orc was smaller than a normal orc.

You grab a magic bomb from your bag and throw it at the werewolves. The magic bomb explodes with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar.

Several werewolves are blinded and howling from the blast. The remaining beasts hesitate for a moment.

The werewolves pack eventually back off and left you with the poor wounded orc, doesn't orcs come in a pack? like the werewolves? you thought to yourself.

But this particular orc seems to be alone, and his injuries are severe. He's bleeding profusely from multiple wounds, and his armor is dented and cracked.

You walk to the injured orc and kneel in front of him "hey, where are your friends?" you softly said to the orc, the orc his eyes sadded. "My pack... left me to die. because I'm the weakest I thought they are my family..." the orc said.

You look at him in pity and feel bad for him, you will not let the poor orc died, bleeding to death, so you ask if the orc can still walk, well you can't pick him up, because he was large than you.

The orc groan in pain as he tries to get up, his movements slow and painful. "I-I can still walk, but not far..." he admits, leaning against a nearby tree for support. "Who are you, human? Why help me?".

"I help you because it's my job as a healer, even if you're an orc, I still help you, not all orcs are bad..." you said as slowly guide him, to a nearby lake, sit him down at the grass and let him lean on a tree.

His breath is uneven and labored. "Humans... you're different... most of them feared us, killed us on sight, But..." he looks at you with dark, thoughtful eyes "You're kind..."

He reaches out with a large, bloody hand and gently touches your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, considering his size and strength. "Thank you human, My name is Arosh, I owe you my life." He looks at you with gratitude.

Arosh watches as you gently remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours. He seems to be studying you, trying to understand this kind human who saved his life.

As you work, he notices the way your fingers brush against his skin, and he shivers slightly. "um... Arosh you see... I'm not like how the other healer 'heal' so bear with me alright?' you said to arosh, arosh look at you confused, when suddenly you lean on his bare stomach and lick his wounds.

His breath catching in his throat. He's seen healers before, usually heal with their hands and healing potions. But this... this is something else entirely. "What are you doing? "

As you continue to tend to his wounds with your tongue, Arosh realizes that you're healing your saliva. He watches in awe as his wounds slowly start to knit back together, his skin mending under your care.

"It seems the deeper wound are not healing throughly..." you said while looking at the confused arosh. Arosh looks down at the deep gashes on his chest, He watches as you furrow your brow, studying them intently.

"Welp, the only healing that is strong is this." You said while dropping your pants. His eyes widen at the sight of your naked lower body, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes wander over your thighs before meeting your gaze again. "What..." he swallows hard "What are you suggesting?" "well you see Arosh, I can heal someone with any liquid that comes out of my body, the strongest liquid is my essences...." you said while blushing.

Arosh's eyes flicker down to your core, understanding dawning on him. He licks his lips, his own body responding to the implication. Despite his injuries, he can feel a growing heat in his loins. "So, you're saying..."

He swallows hard, his mind racing with the implications. "You're saying that if I... if we... you can heal my deeper wounds?" He looks back up at your face, searching for confirmation.

"You mean, if we have intercourse, your... essence... will heal my wounds?" He says the words carefully, testing them out. He's never heard of such a thing, but then again, he's never met a healer like you before.

"n-not yet! we have to do intercourse if the wounds are not healing if drinking my essence doesn't work!" you said.

Arosh nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So... it's a last resort, then. If drinking your essence doesn't heal my wounds, we'll need to have intercourse instead." He pauses, his heart racing at the thought of such an intimate act.

"Yes unfortunately..., right... okay let's heal you now" you said while told him to lay down so it will be easy to work with. Arosh nods, understanding your request. He carefully lies down on his back.

As you hover your body in front of his, Arosh's eyes widen at the sight of your pussy so close to his face. His breath catches in his throat as he feels your warmth against his face.

Palms flat against your hips to keep you steady as he buries his face between your legs. His long, rough tongue laps at your core, drinking in your essence. He makes loud, hungry noises as he laps at your cunt.

"ah! ngh!" you moan, it feels so different... Arosh tongue is bigger than other people, of course it's because he was an orc. Your moans only encourage him further.

He keeps his arm locked around your hips, keeping you pinned in place as he uses his massive tongue to explore your every fold, his broad nose pressing against your clit.

His thumbs to pull your lower lips apart, giving himself full access to your core. Without warning, he plunges his long, thick tongue deep into your pussy, curling it to reach every inch of your inner walls.

His thumbs keep your lips spread wide, holding you open for his oral assault. He begins to move his tongue in and out, mimicking the motion of fucking.

As he continues his relentless tongue-fucking, he brings one of his large hands up to your clit, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the sensitive nub. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. He looks up at you with hungry, crazed eyes.

Growling against your pussy, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh "Going, to make you cum..." His tongue moves faster, deeper, almost brutal in its intensity. The hand pinching your clit moves in time with his tongue thrusts.

"ah! oh! god! I think I'm about to-" you moan while shaking, you never feel felt so much pleasure before. He feels your body tense up, knows you're close to climaxing. he suck your clit, making you squirt.

Catching your essence with his tongue. He moans in pleasure, swallowing every drop. His hands move to your ass, squeezing the flesh as he continues to lap at your pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"d-did it work?" the orc said timidly, you see at his deep wounds it heal a little bit, it means you have to..., his wounds, which are still bleeding but slower now.

"well, I guess we have to do an intercourse then..." you said, He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours. He let you crawl into his lap. He slowly lowers his loincloth, revealing his massive, throbbing member.

Position your self on tip of his cock, you lower yourself onto his massive green member, you feel like you're being split in two. He's so large that it hurts, but you know you have to keep going to heal his wounds. He grunts and wraps his thick arms around your waist, pulling you down further.

As you slowly impale yourself on his massive member, then you stop half way, because his dick fill you to the brim, his cock is half inside you, Aros grab your waist and slowly thrusting, letting you get used of his cock.

"Nghh... Haa okay you can move Arosh... " As you give the ok sign, he starts to thrust harder, his massive balls slapping against your ass. Each thrust pushes you further down onto his length, filling you completely.

His muscular body glistens with sweat and blood as he fucks you aggressively, yet careful enough not to hurt you too much.

He keeps thrusting deeper and deeper, you can feel his entire length inside you now, you can feel his huge balls slapping against your backside. He's so deep inside you that it hurts, but it feels good too. He grunts and growls with each thrust.

Without warning, he flips you onto your back His thrusts become more aggressive now, hitting every sensitive spot inside you.

Arosh look down and sees that his deep wounds are healing, and he feel a lot stronger than before? Is it because of your unusual healing?.

He feels invincible now, his wounds are completely healed, and he feels stronger than ever before. He wraps his thick arms around your waist and lifts you up, impaling you on his dick, standing up.

One of his hand tenderly cup your face as he kisses you deeply, while his other hand holding your hip, his thick tongue exploring your mouth while his dick continues to pound into you mercilessly.

His eyes rolling back in his head as he feels his balls tightening, signaling his impending climax. He holds you tighter against him, burying his member as deep as it will go, and unleashes a torrent of thick, hot orc cum deep inside your stretched out pussy.

His cock pulses repeatedly, filling you completely with his thick seed. His powerful arms keep you pinned tight against him as he spills every last drop of his potent cum deep within your core.

His cock remains hard and throbs inside you as he continues to hold you tightly against him, his cum slowly leaking out from your cunt.

Arosh sits down gently, keeping you in his lap, his still hard dick gradually withdraws from your well used hole. He looks down at you tenderly, his rough hands gently stroking your hair "Thank you?." "I-its y/n... Haa" "Thank you y/n..." He pulls you close.

Nuzzling his nose against your neck and inhaling your scent. "You've given me strength and healing. I am in your debt." He kisses your forehead softly, his massive frame trembling with emotion.

Then you drift off to sleep, nestled in the orc's gentle embrace, you feel safe and protected. His warm, musky scent envelops you.

As you sleep, Arosh hold you tight on his hold, Arosh seems doesn't want to let you go. You smell so nice...

He wonder if he can come with you? Even if he came back to his village, would his orc's friends still want him? He can't seems to let you go.

He hope you will bring him!, he will protecting you! And and be a wonderful MATE to you...

Ahh finally done! This one takes a while (´；д；`) - Lumi♡

This picture is from Pinterest Danil Zakablukovskii

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Tags : @nymphea0 @rainwithoutpain @cinwmoon @sleepydang @xrenka

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BG3 Companions' Reactions Following Scratch's Permadeath

The following lines are triggered when a character throws Scratch's ball after he's been permakilled (AKA, killed at camp rather than just as a summon).

Astarion

Good riddance to the dog. Who'd miss that waggy little tail... (devnote: Pretending not to be sad and failing)

Does it have a sad squeak now? Is that even possible?

I suppose I'll just pick it up myself.

Can't believe the stupid dog isn't here to get the stupid ball. (devnote: Pretending not to be sad and failing)

Gale

You were an excellent friend, Scratch - and that's coming from a cat-lover.

I hope there's balls and bones galore, wherever you are...

Poor Scratch. I'm lucky to have met you.

I hope Scratch doesn't miss his ball, wherever he is...

Karlach

I miss my dog.

Here, pup. (devnote: Sadly. The dog is dead and she knows this.)

Why am I doing this to myself?

Scratch should be here. With his family.

Lae'zel

It's not much fun alone.

I really don't know what I thought would happen.

Solo fetch. A miserable pastime.

Can't believe I'm going to say this, but - I miss Scratch.

Shadowheart

I need to stop doing this to myself...

I didn't do this enough, when I had the chance.

I hope Scratch has a new ball to play with, wherever he is...

It's silly... part of me felt like Scratch might still show up for his ball.

Wyll

Fetch isn't much of a solo game.

Damn. I miss the furry fellow.

For old times' sake.

I miss you, Scratch.

Halsin

I hope you are happy, wherever you are.

I am sorry, Scratch

I torment myself - Scratch is not going to come

Poor Scratch. I hope he is at peace.

Jaheira

Enough. This isn't helping anyone.

You deserved better, boy

Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. The noise. Gods above, even the smell.

Pointless, without a pup to chase it.

Minsc

Scratch, come and... oh. How could I forget he was gone, Boo?

No game of fetch will bring Scratch back from death.

I know he is gone, Boo, but... perhaps this is a way of keeping him alive, no?

I miss him, Boo.

Minthara

Everyone assumes I killed the dog. I liked the dog. (devnote: talking to herself. Comic edge to this.)

Scratch reminded me of my first displacer beast. A noble creature.

Withers! Be a good skeleton and fetch that ball. (devnote: joking—doesn't actually expect Withers to fetch the ball she just threw)

Gah. I miss the damn dog. (devnote: surprised by her own feelings)

[writingoddess1125]

HI HI!! Could I possibly request a little blurb of how Crocodile met his wife? I LOVED that story and think it would be cute!

Sure! It's gonna he a bit short but I hope you like ot! (I Wrote this right after the Darling Dove one- So it's probably noticable lol)

Crocodile Beauty and Beast Effect : How they Met!

<<< Masterlist

Sir Crocodile x FemReader

It was fairly average day for you- a few pickups, some commissions on book repairs and having sent out a few copies of your own written work-

Same old Same old really-

Sure it was a bit dull however you enjoyed it for the most part.

Till that lovely peace was oh so rudely destroyed when thw bell above the door of your little shop jingled violently as the door slammed open- almosy falling from its place.

You looked up from the counter with a bit of a jump where you had been carefully cataloging a stack of old maps, to see a towering figure step inside.

His presence was something youd never experienced before... his long coat sweeping blocking out all the natural light like a cloud in your poor shop.

Sir Crocodile. Oh great

The very Infamous Warlord, known for his ruthlessness and willingness to kill on a dime stood in your shop, which was clearly way too small for him since his frame damn near had his head to the ceiling. Paired with him oh so wonderfully bellowing tobacco smoke acrose the place-

Like an asshole..

Behind him, a group of rough-looking men filed in as they overly crowded the store, their eyes scanning the shelves like vultures much to your confusion.

The air was now incredibly tense, as Crocodile’s sharp gaze landed on you. He took a step forward a sneer on his lips as if looking at something that would only iritate him.

“I’m looking for the other half of an ancient book-” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation reachinb into his coat and tossed it at you which you barely caught by the force of the action.

“I’ve heard you might have it. Where is it?”

You blinked, turning what remained of the book in your hands- sad seeing it this way clearly the elements had gotten to it.

The shop was silent except for the faint creak of the wooden floorboards under Crocodile’s boots probably due to being too heavy for the old shop and you flipping through the broken pages to identify what you were even looking at.

His men began to fan out a bit. Their hands hovering near weapons, ready to ransack the place at a moment’s notice.

But you didn’t really care much. Instead you tilted your head slightly. “Ah, yes. I do have it-”

You hum glancing behind you with a sigh at the admittedly slightly messy backroom you had been avoiding organizing.

“But it’s buried in one of the boxes in the back. It’ll take some time to find. Come back tomorrow morning”

Crocodile’s eyes narrowed scoffing at your laid back way of speaking to him, his patience painfully thin at the best of times, especially now. He took another step closer now shadowing you fully, his hook glinting as he raised it slightly as you felt sand beginning to gather around you like a noose prepared to wrap around your neck.

“Brave little thing arent you?” he growled. “Tell me exactly where it is, or I’ll tear this place apart and you with it.”

You met his gaze narrowing him slightly, taking a bit of a breath to ease yourself.

“You are more then welcome to do that-” Sounding damn near annoyed at his threat-

“But if you or your men start tearing through the place, you might damage the book. Or it could take you days if not weeks to find it in this mess. Or, you could let me look for it myself. I have no problem giving it to you. Once I find it, you’re free to do whatever you want. Threaten me, kill me, whatever seems to tickle your fancy. But if you want the book intact and quickly, it’s better to let me handle it.”

For a moment, Crocodile just stared at you his expression now one of curiosity. The silence was uncomfortable to say the least, his goons exchanging uneasy glances as well at how he seemed to pause.

Then to everyone’s surprise, Crocodile let out a low chuckle. It wasn’t a warm sound, but it wasn’t entirely menacing either. He took a drag of his cigar and he waved his hooked hand for the others to leave, and his men quickly filed out leaving the two of you alone the sand that had began to form around you fast to leave you.

“Fine,” He grunted out, a smirk on his lips clearly in some odd way amused.

You simply nodded, turning to head into the back room leaving Crocodile there a bit frozen as he watched you leave him like that- Enough to even turn your back to him. “I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow morning Sir”

He didnt say anything just left the shop after that. Now curious at what an interesting women he had found.

The next day Crocodile returned, this time alone. You were behind the counter, carefully wrapping the ancient book in brown paper and occasionally sipping your coffee, unsure if it would be your last one afterall. When the bell above the door chimed, you looked up and gave him a small nod.

“Good Morning” you said, tying the package with a piece of string. “Here it is”

Crocodile approached the counter his eyes narrowing as he studied your face, clearly looking for something in particular. He reached for the book taking it up fairly fast. For a moment, he seemed almost… unsure? Clearly confused over you in some fashion.

"That will be 40,000 Beri" You say calmly- more out of habit then to expect him to actually pay for it.

He stared at you blinking for a moment. Then, a wide smile stretched over his lips- Like a monster showing its teeth to you, as he set the book back down reaching into his coat and pulled out a wad of bills, tossing them onto the counter.

"That is way more then 40,000 Beri-" You mumble already able to tell by the stack alone. Seeing the way he gazed down at you, going as far as to cock his head to the side.

"Keep it..."

You raised an eyebrow at the way he looked at you making a slight shiver go down your spine, before simply sliding the money into the register.

“Pleasure doing business with you Sir” You say in your usual customer service way going back to your coffee fast.

Crocodile stared at you for a moment longer, as if trying to figure something out or decide something. Then without another word he took his purchased item and left the shop, the door closing softly behind him.

Outside he stood on the street, the book in his hand as he tapped his hook on the side of his leg in thought. He glanced down at the book, then back at the shop, that wide smile still on his lips as he tucked the book into his coat after a moment.

'Interesting.. little flower you are. Prickly too'

Walking away as he thought to himself- He would be returning soon enough thinking of some excuse to return, maybe a map he didnt need or a useless book he could throw in his office.

Afterall it wasn't like he had given you a tip.

No-

It was a deposit really on what he considered a very nice future investment. One that would look very nice seated on his desk like a nice rose for him to look at done up and pretty- Or possibly in nothing at all too.

Oh he liked the thought of that-

He'll have to ask for your name his next visit..