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[patchworkcuddlebug]

Your Own Personal Demon

[This story contains body horror, non-consensual sexuality, and brief mentions of vomit.]

"And now all you have to do is stand in it!"

I look down at the pentagram, drawn sloppily with table salt and surrounded by freshly lit black candles. The bed had to be pushed aside to make room, the spare bedroom was the only place without a carpet where her parents wouldn't find us.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? You're the one who wanted to do this, right?" Grace says to me, clearly annoyed I haven't done as she said. I remember her being the one to breach the topic, explaining to me how fun it would be to have a volunteer, ignoring my hesitation. Susan was just on her phone, just as she was now.

I suppose I don't have a choice. I've learned many times that compliance is always the safest and easiest option.

I feel a shudder as I step inside. It's just apprehension. I'm just being scared, like she said I would be. Nothing more.

I flinch as I hear a click from Susan's direction. She's pointing her phone right at me. Every time I look at her, I can't help but think about Grace making fun of her for being too skinny. She's just a normal girl, if a bit gloomy, but that's mostly because she doesn't take her hair out of her face very often. She looks like she doesn't want to be here, like always.

"So?" Grace demands attention. "Feel anything yet?" She impatiently shifts her weight onto one side, and her blond hair bounces with her. I still don't know why so puts so much work into it, it's just hair. God, her eyes look so sharp, it... hurts.

I stifle myself, looking away and telling her it's nothing. She takes on an accusatory tone, but with an undercurrent of playfulness so nobody gets mad. "Oh, so I fucked up then?" I try not to look to uncomfortable, she's already poked fun at me too much for being a baby about swearing. "Are you sure you're standing right? Ugh, I really wanted to see something happen..."

She kicks at the outline, only for her foot to catch. The salt is solid, calcified into place. Seeing this, I try to poke at one of the lines with my sock, and it doesn't budge. Oh god, I can't let them see me actually feel worried... w-why does it keep hurting...?

Susan, closest to the door, looks back just in time to see it swing closed. With the hallway light blocked off, there's nothing but the roar of the candles lighting up the room. They're getting brighter.

This... is actually happening, isn't it? Am I going to die?

I look to the other two. I need to leave, to run, but I can't move. My legs are stuck in place, it feels like they're pinned to the ground with needles. I need help, Grace, someone...

She just takes a single step away. She looks... curious. She looks to the door, past Susan. She's not worried for me, she's just scared.

"Hey, I didn't... expect this to work." Susan speaks up. For the first time, she isn't forcing some disaffected monotone. "We need to help her, right? We should-"

Without looking away from me, she gestures to Susan. "No, no, wait..."

She's... smiling. For god's sake, she's...!

My legs buckle and I fall to my knees. This isn't pain anymore. This isn't just some vague burn in my muscles. There's something deep and disgusting welling up inside me, trying to claw its way out. I can feel the longing, the yearning to be free scraping at my chest.

I can't hold it back. I wretch and vomit, and it feels... wrong. I've vomited before, and it wasn't this... thin. It didn't taste like iron. It didn't coagulate so quickly in my mouth.

"Oh my god!" It's Susan. She says something after that, but I can't, I just can't. There's a ripping inside of me, everything shifting and fighting gnawing underneath every inch of skin. It needs to be free, it needs to be let out.

I dig, claw at my forehead, where the gnawing is worst. Scratching my skin away doesn't hurt at all, it can't compare to the depths of my soul being ripped apart. I dig my nails in and rip chucks of flesh away, feeling it peeling and clinging in strands to my face. Finally, some fucking relief. I can still feel them stretching out, fitting through my skull as comfortably as putting your arm through a sleeve. Horns. My horns.

I'm bleeding... so much. I know I just tore away at myself, but it's just gushing out, splattering at my feet and covering my skin. My face must be totally buries already, hidden by a thick layer of my own blood. I... should care more about this, but I just... can't.

The girls are saying something, but I don't care. This is serious, something is wrong. It doesn't feel wrong, but... isn't that the problem? I can already feel the same gnaw at the base of my spine, and all I can do is smile. Oh for fuck's sake, they're still talking?

"I, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought this would work, I never..." She's whimpering. No, she's cowering. She's the one afraid of me. "Please, God, forgive me, I nev-"

"SHUT UP."

I can't hold back, not right now, not anymore. I can't bury myself just to save the feelings of others when I already feel like I'm six feet deep. I can't swallow my pride when I feel like I'm choking. I can't...

That's wrong. I don't want to. I'm not being forced to do anything. Not anymore.

I do everything I can to stand, my joints hissing and popping with every motion. The blood still flows from me, the crimson trailing down my body like a gown.

With a single step into the world, I tower over the little blonde cunt. A head higher at least. I can't tell what face I'm making, and for the first time, I don't care.

"You're not fixing this."

I reach behind me and tear another hole, like I'm ripping a cheap whore's dress. My tail finally tastes the air, no matter how dingy and stagnant it is in stuffy-ass fuckless room. It feels like something that should've been with me the whole time, finally allowed to be free.

I grab her hair by the roots, pull her close, and tongue-fuck her mouth. I can't help but laugh at how pathetic she looks flailing under my grasp. I think she's actually gonna cry. How precious.

I spit her out and toss her on the floor. She hacks and sputters, rubbing at her mouth to try and rub the bloodstains away. I wanna tell her that she'll wish the taste never left when I'm done with her, but that's between her and whatever she prays to for now.

"You." I look at Susan, and she's petrified. She's scared of me, she thinks I can really kill her. No wonder Grace got off to fucking around with me. Not that I'm any less pissed. When I'm done with her she'll never feel big again.

"I don't care about the other bitch. You're the one who summoned me." I take a knee, letting my eyes level with hers.

"What's your first request, Mistress~?"

She's finally smiling, just like me.

[norahtheweirdo]

Notes game!!!!

50-get out of bed

75-eat a solid meal

100-go to my swings

125-make my family gifts

175-write a little

200-start exercising

500-let myself have a break from school

I’m scared what I am doing to myself.

[zombiemoral]

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect!

[sunnymainecoonx]

I know damn well I misunderstood the assignment but we roll, I'll understand it some day

It's killer and dust btw. If you couldn't tell. Which you probably couldn't.. forgor to say but shhh 🤫 Killers having a convo with himself..

..I kinda wanna change my url but idk to what

[insomnya777]

goodtimeswithscar reputation board? *takes a drag of cigarette 🚬* heh... haven't heard that name in a while

[reginalusus]

Ignore the shitty sketch.

Oh, what is this? The first three chapters are now live and up on AO3? OMG...

I've yapped about my Jason and Harvey fic in the tags of my drawings for the past month, now I've written it. Some of it. Teehee.

It's not complete parental fluff like a lot of people were expecting I think, sorry... nope, I just threw these two assholes into a relatively simple plot that will sort of build that relationship. You might vibe with it, you might not, that's ok. ^^

Uhhh, when I see other people advertise their fics on their blog, they normally leave, like, a snippet of it. Ok. Here's a silly part:

You can read it here if you like.

I'll leave the first three chapters up for a while and see how it goes. *Sweats nervously.*

[officialdaddyfresh]

close enough! welcome back manberg

[rbtlvr]

hi everyone ive been working on this monster for over a month. enjoy :thumbsup:

[bloos-bloo]

HELLOOO!! I HAVE RETURNED- ANDDD Idk how to do lineups- please- this is a new type of embarrassing for me lmaooo-

BUT HEY! BISHOP REDESIGNS PART…. 3! YIPPEEE-

I didn’t change much lore wise- so the original sheet still has some info- but I will be info dumping under the cut with the individual art of each and like- my inspirations for them.

Narinder changed a lot- ummm he’s such a slay now. Omggg- Tee hee- Anyways, His pronouns are He/Him and he’s Pansexual- yes yes. He’s no longer a disciple but he’s an Undertaker and a GraveWatcher. Thought it was more fitting for him-

Ummm he’s based off a Kurilian Bobtail cat :D I NEEDED TO MAKE HIM FUN TO DRAW OKKK?? AND NOW HE ISSS AKDBDJDBJD

Leshy uses He/Him pronouns and he’s gay demisexual Yaaayyy- :D He’s a bartender and occasionally farms, but he rather destroy the plots for fun or eat the crops.

I kinda took all kinds of inspirations for him- ummm first of all- I based him off the Moss Creeps from hollow knight- cause yeah- they’re adorable. HE HAS LESS CLOTHING CAUSE HES ALWAYS IN THE DIRT- Less clothes = Less of a hassle to deal with clothing being restrictive. It makes totallyyy sense- yes yes

Me accidentally making Heket my favorite- tee hee- WIBDKDBD OK- Heket uses She/Her pronouns and she’s aroace. She has no time for no MAN OR WOMAN- AS SHE SHOULD!! GIRLBOSS YOUR WAY THROUGH LIFE!! YIPPPEEEE- She’s usually a cook but once a while she’ll go on missions. Give her a weapon of any kind and she’s golden.

For the life of me- I cannot draw frogs- so I based her off of the Chinese Giant Salmander- just pretend she’s totally based off a frog.

Imma be so honest- idk why I always draw Kallamar so small- tee hee-

OK! Kallamar’s transfeminine who uses He/They pronouns. They’re also poly <3 love that for himmm- look at themmm- enough hands to holddd- A good think to point out is that they’re completely blind in his left eye- (looks like it’s right in this- um.. trust me-) they can never win- tee hee. Uhh he’s still a medic and occasionally helps at the tailors.

Kallamar my beloved- YOU COVERED UP!! YIPPEEE- THE SLUT DOES GET COLD /silly. Um- he’s based off a diamond squid- kinda sorta- I just loved the frills those squids had- tee hee-

MURRAAAA- MUURRAAAA-

Cough cough- ummmm. Shamura’s a demisexual nonbinary <3 (AFAB to FTN- me projecting PLEASE-) They’re still a disciple but their main focus is usually in the library or tailors. Unlike Kal- their second set of arms are retractable! Along with their legs- erm, you can tell when they don’t want to walk with those small ass feet- I bet it hurts.

I have- no solid inspiration for Shamura other than tarantula- I did steal the colored beads from my human design of them. Each bead being their sibling. I just love fluffy spiders-

FINALLY THIS BITCH- /silly

Emery uses all pronouns and is unlabeled! They love whoever- (do they even love? Idk man-) She’s normally known as the Shepard, carrying around the Shepard’s hook.. love that for them- tee hee- uhhh not much to say about her. I just love Emery- (The difference between the two Emerys is terrifying btw-)

Like Shamura- I have no official inspiration for them besides looking around Pinterest. Man- I just love how she came out though- like??? Ekdbdjbdkdbdjdvdid-

I wish I wrote more but my brain is dying- I’ll most definitely redesign my fankids and the spouses- 🫡 laaatteerrr- yes yes- tee hee-

[eph3merall]

https://www.tumblr.com/eph3merall/757482194719621120/toxicchris

Please make a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭😭

didnt know how to make a pt 2 to this tho bc i had like NO ideas so hopefully this can suffice 🙁

. . . ( pt 1 )

maybe chris was going just slightly crazy. the second you walked out that door he felt part of his heart get dragged along with you, he just didn't realize it. because you were just another girl, right? there wasn't anything particularly special about you.

maybe he chose to actively ignore the way you were always so thoughtful and sweet and patient. god, patience definitely did not run thin with you, how you always kept waiting and waiting with hope that chris would like you back. that he would magically just admit how much you meant to him, even after shaking his head with a chuckle and teling you the same things over and over again. 'y'aren't anything special, sorry babe. don't go gettin' upset since i don't like you back, okay? remember, 'cus— 'cus i told you you're jus' another girl.'

it was hard to just forget you. how could he, with the lego set you guys built together sitting proudly on his shelf? how could he just forget, with some of your things still littering his room even after he tried cleaning just so he didn't find any of your hair ties or tubes of lip gloss.

chris' heart felt heavy in his chest. he couldn't just linger on the thought of you forever though, which is why he found himself at a party. another party, which means another girl that would probably end up in his bed for the night, and another girl who would probably end up crying over the fact chris wanted nothing serious.

the pretty blonde that perches on his thigh currently is running manicured nails up his chest, purring in his ear and pressing glossy lips to his jawline that was littered with a light stubble. despite the grin adorning his face and the way his cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of the girl, she wasn't you.

no one compared to you. he still had the beaded bracelet you gifted him sitting heavy on his right wrist, the current hand fisting the blonde's hair to arch her back. chris forced himself to focus on the moment, to stop thinking about you and to focus on how nice the girl's pussy gripped his dick.

the night ended with chris showering and laying on his bed with a joint in his hand. he used to share a smoke with you at times, when things got a little too rough and the high was a nice escape from reality. his chest felt heavy, and he wasn't even sure why. was it so hard to admit that he missed you? there was nothing particularly special about you at all, you were just another girl that happened to get caught in chris' web.

in the middle of blowing out a ring of smoke, his phone chimed on his nightstand. for a second his heart jumped, maybe you reached out to him. maybe you apologized and would finally realize that he wasn't the bad guy here. that you were already on your way over. unlocking his phone proved to be a disappointment however, the notification coming from a random girl's number he didn't even remember adding.

chris hasn't blocked your number yet. he isn't sure if you deleted his, but he could assume you probably did with how upset you were when you left. that didn't stop him from sending you a text. his thumb was hitting the 'send' button before realizing what he was doing.

you didn't expect to get a text tonight. cuddled up in bed with a bunch of blankets and some snacks, laptop flipped open to netflix to binge a show you were currently interested in. when you reached for your phone, your face twisted into one of confusion, surprise, and then annoyance at the contact name you renamed 'don't answer'.

"i told you we're over, chris. i don't get why you want to talk things out— no, no you made it clear i was just another girl, right? you didn't give a fuck about that promise—" an argument sparked up and you were yelling into the speaker of your phone not long after, tears burning your eyes out of anger.

and even then chris was asking matt for a quick ride, holding his phone away from him as he told his brother that he'd make things right. he really just wanted to get rid of that stupid feeling in his chest though, which is why chris finds himself standing outside your front door.

he's hanging up and knocking, knowing you're pissed off and might slam the door in his face the second you catch a glimpse of his hair or face. and you do almost shut him out, obviously annoyed and shaken up with how fucking foolish he was—but chris is shoving inside and forcing your body into a tight hug.

because he missed you. he isn't admitting it, not now and not ever, but he ignores your screaming and just asks you to listen for a second. he isn't sure what he craves to achieve right now, but all he knows is that he has a little chance to make things better right now.

"i know, i know i was stupid baby. 'm sorry, okay? okay? i— i'm sorry, and i'll make things right, y'hear? if i can jus' stay the night we can go through my phone together n' delete all those girls' numbers, i promise."

and then he's holding his pinkie out to you, vulnerability and a bit of amusement written across his face as the reality of what he's doing finally set in.

was this good.. i like had no idea how to continue w this but anon i hope u enjoyed 😞 not proofread !!! is it js me who cant STAND to reread something youve written over again?? like i will for fics but like. idk.

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©eph3merall 2024

[rouxbye]

hi tumblr. first post. who likes megorka

(adding a billion freaking tags so i have a Chance)

[pinkcrayon]

comic i made for a yuri themed zine run by my friends! :^D

growing up an immigrant has made me question the trajectory of my life and my concept of who i am. it's something i talk to my girlfriend about a lot. but i believe that we would find each other in every universe <3

please go check out the zine right here!! :^D it's 100% free to read online and has a lot of wonderful works in it <3

[i-eat-rocks-truly]

hey so i’m new to tumblr so uh..

i’m joining because america’s banning tiktok and i’ll lose basically all my amphibia content, and i’m like DEATHLY obsessed so i would like some help if you guys don’t mind 😭😭

i have no idea how this place works, so if you guys don’t mind helping me figure it out, it’d be really helpful :1

i have some questions:

what kinds of manners should i use?

is it socially acceptable for me to say some random it of pocket stuff or will i be threatened?

are there any social rules here i should know?

and how do i find as much amphibia stuff as humanely possible

am i allowed to jokingly threaten people, and if so, how do i do it? with meaning tags, or no?

thanj you and goodbye

[nicepersondisorder]

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[twipsai]

WEE WOO WEE WOO im posting dragon ball again sorry :/ anyways. i really dont like ssj3's design please dont hate me. so i redesigned him :)

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Under the City Lights in the Shade of your Kiss.

Namami with a Tall! Girlfriend

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

This man is 6 ft. So there's not a lot of people taller than him to be honest so the first time he sees you he's awestruck. Jaw hanging open like a buffoon before it's physically closed shut by Gojo of all people.

Man is mesmerised. He remembers everything about you so clearly. Your hair bouncing as you're laughing and chatting with your friends, head turning animatedly. The pretty pink gloss on your lips glinting in the flashing lights of the club. Your gorgeous body hugged by the black tube dress you wore only complimented by the intricately embroidered bomber jacket on top. You towered above your friends. Your shoes adding a couple inches but there was no doubt about it. You were taller than him.

You caught him staring and smiled shyly before winking amd turning back to your friends who had finished their shots and were now dragging you to the dance floor.

Your wink and the whiskey in him gave Nanami the courage he needed to go up to you and dance. His hands gently learning the curves of your body and all he could think of was how you would look underneath him. And you, fresh out of your situationship were ready to have a bit of fun so it wasn't really surprising when he was fumbling with the keys to his apartment with you against the locked door desperately kissing at him. Lips moulded to his. Grinding on him.

You stumble in and the clothes are coming off. Inbetween kisses. The jackets (both his and yours), his tie, your heels. He paused to look up at you. "God, how tall are you gorgeous?"

You can't help but giggle. "I'm 6'2"... Is that an issue?"

"Good god no!" He breathes, eyes darkening with lust.

He's scrambling at your dress's zipper and you're tearing at his shirt buttons as he lifts you and carries you to his bed. It's large and soft, enough that he drops you down and immediately pulls off the dress from your body to bury his face in your cunt. The heat from your pussy and the wet patch forming on your panties spurring him on. He licks and sucks, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside like a man lost in a dessert and you are a life saving oasis. He peels off your soaked panties soon enough and continues licking and sucking with renewed vigour. The lewd slurping sounds turn you on even more and you feel yourself getting close to your climax.

"Fuck, don't stop please!" You mewl out. A sound that not many men have coaxed from you. Nanami smiles against your cunt but continues in the same way. Licking. Sucking. Prodding. Slurping. Your hands reach down to his blonde locks fisting them as you get close. Your hips involuntarily grind against his face over and over. He generously pushes one thick finger into your wet cunt then another, still keeping his pace. One more flick to your clit and you explode. Your pussy gushes and you push your hips into his face thankful for his strong arms pinning you down otherwise.

Nanami helps you ride out your high on his face and resurfaced grinning. His eyes twinkling. "I thought you were a goddess when I first saw you, but that just proved you're divine."

You felt your cheeks heat up and leaned in to kiss him. You could smell your arousal on his face. But it didn't embarass you. It turned you on even more. Here was man who loved pleasuring you so much that he got hard from it. You could feel the offending appendage poking at your thigh and giggled.

"My turn then?" You asked Nanami. "Can I suck your cock?" You smirked at him. While tugging at his slacks and boxers.

"Not this time." The blonde groaned, "I need to be inside you." He quickly reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

"Let me."

You took the foil square from his hands and tore open the wrapping as he kicked off the trousers he wore. Then gently placing the disk on his already hard cock younrolled it all the way down, and placed a tiny kiss on the top. His cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck please let me put in in gorgeous" he begged feeling like if he didn't fuck you now he might just come in your hands like a school boy. You smile and lay back letting him get on top of you. As he lines up his cock with your entrance you can't help but feel a thrum of excitement.

Nanami slowly pushes his cock into your greedy pussy. His cock is big enough for you to feel a delicious stretch while not so large as to hurt you. You feel him filling you nicely inch by inch, eyes trained on your face to make sure you were comfortable. A few shallow thrusts have you moaning and grinding your hips against him again.

"Fuck me, please Nanami-san! Please!" The desperation to feel him fully inside you evident in your voice. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and complies.

Nanami pushed into you fully. While kissing and licking the skin of your neck.

"Yea? Do I feel good for you gorgeous? Is it good?" He growls in your ear. You can't do anything but nod, his cock making you feel so full.

Slowly, Nanami starts to rock into you gently and then hard, picking up the pace. His mouth finds yours and your lips crash , teeth grazing and hands grabbing he fucks into you. All the noises coming from you sound like the prettiest siren song he's ever heard making you irresistible. He fucks your pussy kissing down your cheek to your jawline and then your collarbone. His thrusts getting faster and more and more erratic.

You put your hands on his shoulders and rock your hips into his cock further and further, harder, faster. Your lips not leaving his.

Nanami grunts a quick "I'm gonna come!" before ejaculating inside you.

He pulls out, making quick work of the condom and hops out to the toilet to clean up. He brings back. A warm damp towel and helps you wipe up your slick as well and then returns to the bed in all his gorgeous naked glory. You cant help but feel your eyes close.

"C'mere." Nanami mumbled to you. He wraps , arms around you cuddling you and nuzzling against your ear leaving the two of you to slowly drift away into a comfortable slumber....

AN: ok this is NOT EDITED. THIS IS A MIDNIGHT SUDDEN BURST OF INSPIRATION FICLET SO BE GENTELLL

Also I wrote this for 1 person and 1 person only @pseudowho it u. Since you wanted a tall reader and I was like oh yeah I can defo write that!!! (Has never been tall in my adult life) 😭😭😭

This is so sad Alexa play WTTBP

It's literally 12:30 AM and I pulled this out of my ass so if you see grammatical errors or something just KINDLY. KINDLYYY tell me in the comments.

Aight. I love my man Nanami. I'm sorry for any inaccuracies bc my 5'2" ass has never been tall in its life. I'm very tired. Will edit this tomorrow in the daylight.