#wizard hypno

[hmshermitcraft]

Hypno will go around the server randomly and get who ever is overworking themselves to sleep with his hypnotism

It annoys a lot of them but its for the greater good! The last thing they need is sleepy hermits running around causing chaos.

[onixiage]

six fanarts i did on twitter [poses]

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypno-Tech’s Spell Part 1

Part 1

The passionate and very surreal power of Hypno-techno Wizard using his magic wand of his to cause a storm of unknown and true legendary power.Captain America and Bucky Barnes stares up and down the pathway of the upper way chambers of the building and overlooks the entire scene.

Something is off though as he takes a nose dive from the roof top descending into a craze of the crowd shouting at the top of their lungs.He tucks his feet into a cannon ball form to the ground with a superhero landing into a backflip and he tumbles down the road then lands happily.

He removes his shield as the fiery level of a storm brewing in the fog begins to spiral into the air the thunder crackles and lightening is striking. The flags shield is harshly thrown hard into the nearest wall hitting it ricocheting back and forth as Captain America lands catches it.

The man walks up to him without even half of a second like thought with the wave of his wand he points at him the flow of a cloud of smoke. The air flows around like a vent covering up the surrounding area, Captain America is a legendary hero with his shield he looks to attack.

The smoke lifts spinning into a curling ball like position it enters his nose leaving him hazed, intoxicating, and he falls backwards to the ground. His eyes roll back into the socket pure white as the pupils become clear before his eye lashes flip up and the lids close immediately following through.

The smirk pummels Captain Americas brain encircling him the cloudy smoke completely consumes him as his body lays limp and helpless. Captain wakes up in the middle of the haze of his mind he is at lost unaware of what is going around fans he is unsure of how he gets out.

Meanwhile! Outside of his mind the younger man knelt next to him placing his hand onto Steve’s face rubbing it slowly Steve’s mouth spread. A smile spreading fully with his tongue is red wagging from his mount spittle trickling all that is onto his chin and he can’t find any moment to fight back.

The man’s hand traces down to his lower patch of the pants playing with his cock without entering his pants Steve moans, swoons, and his cock grow stiff. Erstwhile! Inside of his head the man stood tall above Steve’s kneel position cupping his chin the fog grows eradicating his nerves as he surrenders.

“Captain…Captain…Captain America “

“Who is this? Are you that Tech Wizard”

“Does it matter? You are mine”

“Hell no! I am in charge”

“Is that what you think? You are so cocky”

“I am in awe of the nerve of you”

“Ever the boyscout”

“You seem to have issue with that “

“Oh Captain! You are so weak now”

“Uuuuhhhh! No…dare you “

“You can’t even think straight”

“Blastard”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You really are the star spangled man”

“Get off of me”

“Why should I do as you ask?”

“You are evil”

“I am everything and everyone “

“I can see that “

“Yes Master”

“It feels so good to embrace it”

“I love you Steve “

“I love you too Master”

“How can I please you ?”

“Rise to your feet”

“Kiss me “

“I mean like this is be end all”

“Wrap your arms on my waist”

“Yank me forward “

“Work for it “

“Oh Master”

“My God”

“I crave you “

“Hey Buck! Are you looking for me?”

“Steve is that you?”

“Of course “

“Who is this?”

“My Master”

“You will join us”

“Fuck no”

“Wake up Steve!”

“You have one choice Buck”

“Excuse me!”

“No other options”

“I am your lord and master”

“Accept me!”

“Be his Bucky”

“He is your Master”

“Nnnnooooo!”

“Will do this the hard way “

“You want to fight Steve.”

“Pin him down “

“Yes Master”

“Let me go”

“Steve”

“Watch my wand”

“Release….”

“Hahaha”

“Zip it”

“Good boi!”

“Steve”

“Yes Master”

“Remove his clothes “

“With pleasure”

“Mmmmmm”

“Fuck Sire”

“This body is firm”

“Buck you are adjusting to my reality “

“Yyyyyeeeessss!”

“You love me”

“You crave me”

“You serve me”

“You are my soldier “

“My protector “

“My everything”

“Yes Master”

“Kneel and swear your allegiance’s”

“I give you my mind body and heart and soul “

“I live for you “

“Accept my service “

“Excellent! Follow me to the map and let me show you my plan. The Winter Soldier activated for me to serve me and complete the mission.”

Part 2

Steve Rogers is on the hunt tightly wound up in a jet flying above Gotham City provided by himself as he stoled it from Tony Starks airbase. He slips the door to the side packing his jet pack on before taking a leap off of the jets bow and descending down head first as he does a somersault.

He lands with a perfect ten onto the roof in a super hero fashion because he wants to truly impress me with his moves but all I care about is the mission He rolls to the glass ceiling smashing all of the glass as it shatters on the glass doing a super landing into Wayne Tech’s roof top tier lab.

The laboratory is spectacularly clean, shiny and everything I could expect from the video feed I implanted in his mask but I am alerted to sound erupting as he opens the door. He throws his shield head on hitting on the wall it takes a dive smashing a shadowy like figure on the head as he goes down into the wall.

It is Doctor Langstrom the Man Bat clearly he is cured of the curse but now he works for me triggering the alarm as I can see a figure fly throw the sky. The Batman descends from the sky with his cape flying in the air and with one punch he hits him knocking him to the floor he sets my trap.

The whirlwind of drama is unleashing onto him the walls begin to break with steel like trap doors dropping down to the floor of the room. Batman is now entrapped forever to my will as Steve and Bucky step into the light of it all.

The room is bold glowing with bright white lights covering the space blocking and he is totally blinded by his own fall to submission at my feet. He follow them stopping in the center of the room my power is felt here and throughout because simply my power is inescapable.

Erstwhile! In the building across the street Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin watch as they are ready to attack them head on right before they can move a loud tick goes off once more and the ticking stops as the building blows up in a sea of fire they are stunned The Batman is dead they rage with anger.

Walking through the fire all three of us look so amazing blazing a trail as they use the batarangs to fly away in the sky landing on to the grounds of the city they come face to face with me ready to fight but their extreme and dangerous weapons are a go to beat the will our of me.

I giggle a bit holding hand outward telling them to stop holding them in place my magic device is now in control of all three of them my wand pops in my hand with my two soldiers attacking them the battlis brutal but it needs to be finished with the operation running on through the very early morning.

“Excuse me!”

“How on earth did you get here?”

“Not for you too worry about it”

“Look at me and face me”

“You are my property “

“Address me as Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“A touch of my wand to your temple and you will submit.”

“I am at your mercy “

“Your God”

“Completely command me”

“Subdue your friends “

“Lovely”

“Before you do”

“Yes Master”

“Kiss me”

“Wrap your hands on me”

“Good boi”

“My god”

“I love you “

“Red Hood”

“Robin”

“Catch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Woah”

“Aaaahhhh”

The end

[beeinatuxedo]

Oh hey it is the wild @gopsnippers and Elias from the hit fic GITM made by @venomous-qwille

[shockwaifuafterdark]

Saw your godrick headcanons and uhh there were DEFINITELY feelings

If you're doing requests, we need a seluvass one where one of his potions doesn't work on the reader, but they pretend that it does, and we do things willingly for the shits and giggles of seeing him 10 mi deep in his own massive ego. Jk jk...unless? Sft/nsft, I just thought this one might be up your alley. Jerkwad guys in big hats, yada yada.

WAIT WHEN DID I POST MY GODRICK HEADCANONS?? I do have them but I honestly can't remember posting them to Tumblr yet? Unless you are talking about screenshots of discord convos I had with my friends about wanting to clip his stupid toenails and also setting him up with an evil jester wife?

Okay, I'd like to preface this by saying that I am a huge fan of creepy asshole characters. I am attracted to both Varré and Godrick. That being said, Seluvis is just not really my thing. Maybe a little too pompous for my tastes?? Or maybe it's the whole being turned into a basement puppet not being my kink? Probably the latter because I once wrote a short smut piece featuring Master Neloth and he is at a similar level of Supreme Prick.

However! I decided to write this anyway as a little challenge. I hope you enjoy! I probably will not write any more smut for him in the future though, sorry.

Also I apologize that it took me so long to get to this, I had major writer’s block.

Warnings: elements of hypno kink, drugging, and dollification, this is consensual but creepy and somewhat sketchy because Seluvis, Seluvis is his own warning, reader insert/tarnished is also somewhat creepy in this, explicit smut 18+ only

Also on AO3

Deep blue with gilded flecks, swirling and twinkling like a tiny captive galaxy…

The contents of the small glass vial mimicked the garb of the man who held it out to you. And much like the man, you knew definitively that there was not a drop of anything wholesome held within.

He may call you a witless dullard, but surely he had to know that you were no idiot, at least not one of that massive caliber. 

You shot him an incredulous look.

“You want me to drink this?” 

Seluvis huffed haughtily as if you had just asked if the Erdtree shown golden. 

“Yes. That is what I requested. You know I am not the type to ask such things in jest.”

You had heard him, and you were well aware he wasn’t exactly the joking sort. However, you were just as aware of what his potions did, you even had helped administer them for Marika's sake. Moreover you were very much aware of his… affinities for these puppets. He had to know that you knew the implications behind his order, and yet he ordered it still. It was brazen, wild, and he sprung it on you as casually as a request to sweep the leaves off the second floor landing.

“And.. why?” You queried. You know there would be no answer that could possibly justify such an outlandish thing, but you could not help but be intrigued.

“Were you not listening? Did I not tell you that I was working on a tincture to captivate even the likes of Lady Ranni? Hmph…Judging from your vacuous expression, you really are going to need me to spell this out for you, aren’t you? Fine. As you know, the special brew I am currently concocting is highly experimental. The theory behind it, flawless as it is, has yet to be tested, perfected. Something of this magnitude, if it were to fail, would spell disaster for us both, you understand. And while I am able to bend mere mortals with ease, I hardly have a demigod at my disposal on which to perform a trial run.”

“So you chose me.”

“Precisely. You are tarnished, lowly and wretched by nature, and yet you also possess three great runes. While you are far from a demigod, you have proven yourself to be much more than run-of-the-mill has-beens that populate these lands. There are simply no other viable candidates.”

“Just to clarify, you are asking me to forsake all the progress I have made and just… willingly become your puppet.”

"Do you think so lowly of me that I’d betray my best asset for the sake of my pride?” he scoffed, “This formulation is only temporary. A simple trial to ensure I am making steps in the correct direction. You shouldn't feel or remember a thing, I assure you."

You were quite frankly shocked that he was asking in the first place. If he really wanted you as his test subject so badly, he could have simply spiked your tea. You almost felt special, in a way. It was almost as if he cared, giving you the choice (or at least the illusion thereof). 

“Why go so far to say you could consider this an honor. It is not often that a simple provincial like yourself gets a chance to make history,” he added, seeming far too convinced of his own words. 

It would be downright foolish to drink it, but hadn’t you become somewhat of a fool for this man already? Learned to enjoy his acidic words, and found an odd sort of comfort in his unsavory tendencies? In a previous life, you had been a perfumer. You were no stranger to the use of odd concoctions to bend and manipulate the senses. As foul a man as he was, he was someone you understood, a kindred spirit in a way, finding meaning through the services he could render and the imposition of control. You knew logically that you should find this morally reprehensible, but you supposed that you were simply as rotten a soul as he. He found solace in his puppets, and you found solace in him.

Oh, and you had witnessed the way he looked at those puppets. How he cooed at them and snuck a gentle caress when no one was looking. As odd as it was, you were somewhat jealous of them. You wouldn't feel or remember a thing. You would awake as if nothing had happened, he promised you. But you knew what would happen in the interim. He would not be able to resist the urge to play with a new toy, even if only temporarily, and the knowledge that he would have done that to you, that which you secretly craved from him, even if unremembered, was enticing, arousing. Up to this point you had been relatively sure that he had little idea of your strange attraction to him, but perhaps he was more socially astute than you gave him credit for. Or perhaps he assumed you would be into him out of pure arrogance. Or perhaps he really did think you were, in fact, that much of an idiot.

Whatever his intuition, you were, despite your better judgment, about to prove him correct.

You hardly even registered yourself allowing the awful little thing to be pressed into your palm, too caught up in the brief brush of his glove against the side of your hand and how loud your pulse was. Could he hear it? Gods, you hoped not. Heaven knows he didn’t need that sort of ego boost. Quickly, before you let your rational mind stop you, you grasped the bottle, uncorked it, and tipped it back in a single swig.

The effects were immediate. Your vision tunneled, your heart thundered, the dizzy blackness bleeding rapidly to dye the fabric of your reality to the uncolor of oblivion, taking everything you were with it. It felt like falling, but softly, floatility, as if the air itself had thickened to cushion your descent. Somewhere far away you could hear Seluvis say something pertaining to your eagerness, about time, about savoring… You could not tell whether it was praise or derision, nor did you care. All that mattered is that his voice was oh so lovely to listen to and that the taste on your tongue indescribably sweet.

…

You came to under the turquoise glow of glintstones and the smell of damp earth, old stone, and sorcery. You were still groggy, sight blurred and distorted, slightly disoriented, but the place had a vague familiarity. 

“Ah, finally opened your eyes, have you?”

That was Seluvis’ voice, no mistaking that. You had been in his “tutelage” long enough to recognize the odd combination of soothing tones and portentous condescension even if you were fully asleep. Sure enough, as you willed your eyes to focus the vague dark shape in front of you sharpened into the form of the Perceptor, wearing his usual garb, minus his hat for whatever reason.

“Good. I nearly thought you defective.”

You wanted to point out that he seemed to think that even when you were at full capacity, but your tongue still felt slightly numb and heavy in your mouth and you didn’t trust any of your words to come out as anything but a slurred mess. You wiggled it around a bit, feeling your tastebuds tingle as it awoke from whatever stupor you’d been under. Some sort of flavor lingered, and you wondered if your confusion upon waking was the result of drunkenness, but no, this was sweeter and more comfortable than any spirit could have been. Moreover, why would you be with Seluvis if you had just imbibed. He would surely only dampen any festivities or merriment. The current location was hardly anything like a feasting hall either.

“You simply refused to walk on command. Perhaps I should have expected as much. You always were a willful thing. I had to carry you all the way down here like a damned sack of tubers. You best prove worth the effort.”

Down. Ah. That would make sense. You were underground, which would certainly explain the darkness and dankness. Underground. But not in a cave. No, the walls were deliberate, the angles geometric. Though faint, you caught a whiff of incense. Also, behind the preceptor was a neatly made bed. Underground. Seluvis. Bed. Stone walls. Glintstones. Ah! Yes, you had been here once before. This was the hidden basement where Seluvis stored his puppets. So now you knew the where and the how of your current location, but that only left the more elusive why?

That was answered in mere moments when he kneeled down to your level. His breath was heavy against his mask, and though you could not see them, you felt his eyes on you.

“What a pretty puppet you make…”

Puppet. Oh. That’s right. The potion. It must be finally wearing off. That means… ah. It was as he said, you retained no memory of the events. You didn’t even feel any tactile evidence: your body wholly undisturbed. You were disappointed. But the tenderness in his voice in this moment was still more than worth it, especially as he continued.

“Even a mind as brilliant as mine failed to fully capture how exquisite you’d be under my control. No mere imagining could ever compare.”

Stars above, did you want to melt into that voice. You were just about to lean forward, to nestle into his shoulder to show your appreciation when he stood up suddenly and brushed himself off, seemingly having fallen right back into his regular smug, off putting demeanor.

“Even if you took so long that I even had to begin to disrobe unassisted.”  

Wait, did he say disrobe? But… 

“Rise puppet,” he commanded you. Instinctively, you obeyed. Your mind began to race. 

“Good. Excellent even.” He breathed out, voice full of awe once again. 

Mother of Marika, you hadn’t missed a thing had you. The potion must have briefly knocked you out but he had yet to… and now he was… You felt lightheaded, partially because you had just stood up after being down on the ground for however long, but mostly from the massive hit of adrenaline the realization gave you.

You wanted to grin, but had to stop yourself. You were supposed to be his puppet were you not? Though, you supposed the fact that you almost grinned was evidence enough that you technically weren't. He circled around you, inspecting you like a scavenger ensuring the corpse he was about to feast on would not suddenly awake and bite him. No, you were far too in control of yourself to be a puppet, but if you pretended… if you let him believe you were… The idea felt thrilling, almost as forbidden as the art of puppetry itself. He grabbed your hand, manipulated your fingers and wrist, which you kept limp in his grasp. He hummed approvingly before letting go and stepping back with his hands together, standing poised and proud.

“Now dear, come, remove your master’s mask so he can… inspect you more closely.”

You felt dizzy at his request. Despite being in his proximity for some time, you still had yet to see his face. You could neither hesitate, nor could you be too eager. In this moment, you were his puppet. You were only allowed to see this side of him, to touch him, because he believed it to be so. Thus, it was with calculated precision that you stepped towards him and reached to remove that which hid him from you. Your fingers ran along the sides of his mask reverently, seeking some manner of clasp or strap to undo. Seluvis huffed.

“Just as brainless as always,” he chided. “No matter.” His gloves guided your hand to the top of his mask,  and under the fabric of his hood to a small fastening. Snapping it open, you felt the mask loosen, so lifted it away from his face. It seemed strangely intimate, seeing him for the first time. He was surprisingly handsome: a strong nose and jawline, well groomed facial hair, a harsh and furrowed brow, and eyes the color of ice under starlight. Though he bore deep creases from his age, it somehow only served to make him appear more dignified. It was quite unfair that he looked as much the part of the distinguished sorcerer he claimed to be. He grinned smugly as you did your best to keep your expression neutral, mindless. You wished you could take time to map out his features by touch, but for now you waited, outwardly patient, as he leaned in closer to scrutinize you, taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head however he pleased. It was as demeaning as it was exciting, being handled like this, like an object, but his pleased hum made it worth it. “Good,” he murmured, “very good. What a lovely specimen you are.”

You prayed to no one in particular that he didn’t notice how your face heated up. 

“Mmmm," he continued, "you make such a pretty puppet.” his grip loosened and he instead brushed your cheek fondly. You wished you could lean into his touch without blowing your cover. You wished you could kiss his finger as it swiped over your lip. “I should have known as much. You were always my puppet, were you not? Following me so obediently, even drinking this little potion for me. Perhaps I should have deceived you after all, waited until I could give you the full formulation? Have you forever at my beck and call? My own slayer of demigods, reduced to nothing but a vessel of my will… and my desires…” He buried his face into the crook of his neck, and you could swear he was sniffing you. "All the things I'd do to you…"

By Marika, this should sicken you, but as he groaned openly against you, it was not disgust that stirred in your guts. Fuck. Here, thinking he was alone with an empty doll wearing your skin, he was so openly needy and expressive. He grabbed at your sides and kissed the exposed flesh of your neck without grace. It’s literally everything you’d been hoping for. He was treating you like an object, yes, but a precious one.

His eyes were practically gleaming as he pulled away from you and out of your line of sight. You waited with bated breath for his next command. To your frustration, none came, and you just had to stand there, neck set at an awkward angle as you listened to the shuffling of fabric and mumbled words behind you. He was speaking too lowly for you to catch any more than snippets but what you did overhear…

"...make this quick…” “If only…” “...properly study you…” “...construct a replica…” “...at my beck and call…”

…was mildly horrifying. It also served to stoke your building anticipation so you certainly weren’t complaining.

When his touch returned, it was bare fingertips against the back of your neck. You had to bite your lip to stifle a gasp. He had cold hands, strangely delicate hands. His warm breath following behind was a lovely contrast. He mumbled something as he reached around to your front, undoing the first few buttons of your tunic and grabbing at your chest, gentle at first, then roughly, bony fingers digging into your flesh and kneading with little regard for your own comfort, greedily seeking sensation. Heedless of his selfishness, your body lit up beneath his groping and your nipples hardened under his palms. He made a delighted, self-satisfied sound as he felt it. Knowing that he could not see them from this angle, you rolled your eyes. 

"Your body is so receptive to my touch," he gloated, as if this was all a result of some sort of perceived bedroom prowess and not a bodily reaction that could be achieved just as easily by a particularly cold breeze. Not that you had much room to talk, considering how into this you were, especially as he began to pinch and lightly tug on the erect buds. He buried his face in your hair, and you could definitely hear the distinctive sound of him inhaling. "I can smell your pheromones. You are ripe and ready to be picked, your ravenous little flower starved for its gardener's seed…" You had to bite your tongue to stop from laughing, and even then it was a close thing. Fortunately he was too wrapped up in his strange and wildly inaccurate plant euphemisms to notice the twitches of your chest that you couldn't suppress. Radagon's ass, this man worked at a college. Perhaps that whole coupe was warranted after all. He quickly redeemed himself by pulling you back against him, grinding your ass against his crotch as he dipped the hand not holding you to him down your opened tunic. Seluvis let out a loud and wanton moan as he humped you desperately at this odd, uncomfortable angle. It was shameless, pathetic, and turning you on something fierce in spite of his lack of tact and botanical knowledge. 

“Oh my sweet darling, do you feel what you do to your master? How immeasurably aroused you make him?” Honestly, you didn’t really. There were still too many layers between you to feel any specific evidence. Oh, but you heard it; his voice was practically dripping with it. “I mustn't be too hasty though,” he added, halting his movements and unhanding you. “I must make full use of you while I have you. While you’re mine.” He gave your ass a parting squeeze before retreating once again. More mumbling and the shifting of fabric, then he called for you.

“Come to me. Your master is ready for you to properly service him.” 

Upon his command, you turned around and walked over to a small table that he stood beside. He had removed a few layers of outerwear and set them upon it, evidently unconvinced of your competency in removing them after your fumble with his mask. You were too excited to be offended by this, instead focusing on how much of a difference those layers made. While there was still no skin visible aside from his hands, head, and neck, the absence of the outer robes made his silhouette remarkably less imposing, far more human.

“Now, on your knees,” he instructed and you doubt you could have dropped any quicker if your brain was empty of all thoughts but his instructions. He tilted your head up to look at him and smiled, even going so far as to bite his lip. “Perfect,” he said “You are a rare sort, exquisite in craftsmanship, competent, powerful…”

You’d never heard him talk like that, not to you, not to anyone. You had to admit it felt good. 

“Well, no time to waste,” he said with a sigh, removing his hand. “You exist to serve me, and serve me you will. Your master yearns for your touch, be a dear and undo my trousers for me.”

You reach up to the lacing in front of you. The material of his pants were thick, but not thick enough to hide his excitement. You went slowly, keeping the tremble in your hands to an absolute minimum, focusing on the current task and not what it would lead to.

“Now, take out my member.” Of course he would call it that. You don’t know why you would have expected otherwise. You simply counted your blessings that he didn’t ask you to “polish his sorcerous staff” or something. You slid his smallclothes to the side as best you could and freed him to the open air and your eager scrutiny. It was short but actually quite nice to look at: uncut, with the flushed head just ever so slightly peeking out from his foreskin, which itself was a delicate peachy pink. It was oddly cute, as strange as it felt to apply the adjective to any part of Seluvis.

"Don't be shy, give it a kiss," he urged you and you obeyed. He was warm velvet beneath your lips. He let out one of his long, heady moans that you were already becoming addicted to. “Yes, yesss… now, lick. Top to bottom, nice and slow…” His instructions were easy enough to follow and soon enough you were making do with little more than “Just like that, oh such a lovely thing you are, keep going!” His fingers tangled in your hair as his head fell back in bliss. However, after a few minutes, his patience for the lackadaisical pace wore thin.

“Faster,” he bade you, “use your hands, too. I know they are good for it.” And so you sped up, your hand sliding wetly over his shaft as you licked diligently at everything you could reach. He was already bucking against you by the time he asked you to take him into your mouth. 

“Open wide.” You did and promptly slid in. It was quite the boon that he was not more well endowed, all things considered. You weren’t entirely sure if puppets had gag reflexes, but he fit in your mouth easily enough. “Yes,” he hissed, “Now suck.” You did, and from the sounds he was making, it was evident that he appreciated your prompt adherence to guidelines greatly.

He began to fuck your mouth, slowly at first, but definitely picking up speed, holding your face like a vice as he used you. It was getting frenzied, devolving into reckless thrusting and grunting interspersed with breathless praises, and the occasional invocation of your name. Your eyes watered as your nose was shoved again and again into his trimmed and shampooed pubic hair. Lavender and lilies, sweat and musk. You could tell he was reaching his limit and you were determined to see this out to the end. Unfortunately, something, be it divine intervention or simply his focus slipping too far, decided otherwise. A particularly forceful thrust hit your tongue in such a way that you couldn’t help but choke. Reflexively you pulled back, a coughing, spluttering mess.

Glancing up at him revealed that he wasn’t faring much better. It was as if all the color had drained from him. You’d seen less fear in the eyes of a man looking down the maw of a dragon.

“You're… awake…” he eventually managed, and… abject terror was actually a pretty good look on him. Huh.

You coughed a couple more times before clearing your throat and wiping away some of the saliva on your chin with the back of your hand and offering him a sheepish little smile. 

“It appears I am.” Your attempt at levity did nothing to ease the tension in the air. “If it helps, I have been for a while.”

He turned this information over in his head a few times before masking his still present fear with a scowl.

"And you didn’t think to inform me immediately?! Do you understand how much you could have damaged my progress by withholding this? Hmph! Some assistant you are!"

"Mmm, is that so? Odd, just a handful of minutes ago you were singing my praises.” 

"You! You heard that...” he spluttered. It was by far the least dignified sound he had made thus far, and that was saying something. 

"Yes. In fact, I heard pretty much everything. That potion of yours… well. There’s no nice way to put this. It didn’t work.."

He was blushing now. His face and ears similar in hue to nearly ripe rowa fruit in the springtime. And despite everything, his erection had not waned.

"But you… obeyed."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Hmm… maybe you were right earlier. Maybe I wanted to be your puppet for a bit. Or maybe I wanted to spy on you and learn your secrets.”

He began to stutter indignantly but you quickly turned his bluster into a drawn out groan by leaning back in and licking a broad stripe up his cock, fluttering your tongue with teasing intent that you guessed no mere puppet taking orders could replicate. 

"Or, maybe, I wanted to see you like this, a slave to your own desires… maybe I wanted to see you lose control for once… my master." His hips twitched forward, dick throbbing against your hand as it dribbled a long string of pre which you lapped up before pulling back. "Hmm I bet you command your puppets to punish you as much as service you, don't you."

"Why you little-!! Hnnnng!!" 

You gripped him tight enough to hurt and by the way he spasmed at the pain, eyes rolling back and mouth agape, it was obvious that he nearly came from that squeeze alone. You eased up on him, simply holding his cock in an unmoving hand, letting him come back down from the edge.

"You said it yourself, master, back when you first offered me a puppet of my own. I'm just like you. And you're just like me. We puppeteers are addicted to control, whether or not we are the ones at the reins." Keeping the hand around his cock steady and still, you began to absentmindedly tug at his sack with the other. "You're also right about another thing. I want you." More pre leaked from his cockhead. "I bet I'm the first person to tell you that."

His lack of response all but confirmed your suspicion. 

"You like that, don't you? Being wanted for once." Finally, you resumed stroking his shaft, looking up at him with the closest thing to doe eyes you could manage while grinning as maliciously as you were. He refused to meet your gaze, so you decided a little cheating on your part was warranted. "Mmmm Master Seluvis…" you moaned. He was looking now, and you highly doubted he could look away. Perfect. "Your Apprentice wants you. Wants your cum. Won't you be a Good, Kind, Master and do this one thing for me?" You stuck out your tongue and laved at the underside of his glans, keeping your mouth open in invitation. 

It worked. 

"Fine!" He barked, voice cracking. "T-take it then you voracious, whorish… whore..." Ah. You'd pushed him to the point where even synonyms escaped him. Shame he wasn't going to last long; you'd love to see how incoherent he'd get if you fucked him. He held your shoulders in a death grip as you readily took him into your mouth and moaned around him. “AH~! I'm—" he yelped before your name fell from his lips and you felt his hard flesh pulse inside your mouth, spewing salty bitterness against the back of your tongue. He was literally sobbing as you swallowed, milking him for all he'd give you and the sounds made you press your legs together to find some relief for your own ache. You kept suckling him as he cried from the overstimulation, only easing off his softening cock once his legs shook so violently that you feared they'd give out.

You smirked up at him, all blotchy and sweaty and heaving. It was doubtful things would ever be the same between you after this, so why not throw caution to the wind. You stood up and smashed your lips into a forceful kiss. He could only whimper against you. 

You had a great deal to think about.

But first, and most importantly, you needed to sit on his face. 

[tasty-arsenic]

hermits as stardew valley??? 2/4

heres the second batch of some lovely hermits

i kinda realised that the last batch were just Magical Mountain so i decided to do the neighbourhood this time

i think i actually improved which is nice

the first part, the third part, the fourth part

roles below

Bdubs: Carpenter

Cub: Scientist

Doc: Doctor

Etho: Electrician

False: adventurers guild shopkeep

Gem: gardener

Grian: fishermen

Hypno: idk man

Impulse: blacksmith

Iskall: local menace

Jevin: mines shopkeep

Joe: book seller

Keralis: Museum guy

Mumbo: Wizard

Pearl: Postal

Ren: saloon owner

Scar: travelling cart

Skizz: new farmer

Joel: bus driver/new guy

Stress: also works at the saloon

Tango: sewer creature

Beef: rancher

Wels: adventurers guild other guy

Xb: general store shopkeep

Xisuma: mayor

Zedaph: Scientist

Cleo: seamstress

extra little guy for people who read all of this <3

[mommybard]

Oh sure, everyones heard of slutty bards. Of lewd rogues who pick pockets while giving handjobs. Of sorcerers getting bred by various monstrous beings to get more sorcerer magic in their line. Of paladins who are totally fighting to defeat evil, not because they’re secretly masochistic cuties who want so badly to be overpowered and taken by those they fight. 

But where’s the love for the wizards? Hmm? The abjuration dommes holding off their playthings orgasms. Countering every attempt they make to finally get the relief they need. Warding them against being able to reach that peak without permission. Covering their pets in various glyphs to punish or reward them, as the situation demands. The conjuration monster fuckers, constantly summoning various beings of the other planes to try them out. From the elementals of the Earth Plane, to the devils of the Nine Hells, even the eldritch beings from the Outer Planes. Some of them even open portals just to their holes, leaving the other end with a friend or even where someone might stumble upon it and put their body to use. 

Those fucking divination voyeurs. Peeking in on everyone else, touching themselves as they watch the whorish acts of their fellow wizards. Loading up newbie adventurers with tales of prophecy, when they really can’t wait to scry in on them and watch them getting ruined by the monsters they were “prophesized” to slay.

The enchantment mind controllers. Hypno addicts controlling and warping the minds of their loyal minions. Rewriting every part of their brains to serve them. Planting suggestions, rewriting personalities, corrupting and twisting innocent cuties into wanton whores desperate for more. 

Illusion…bah. Exhibitionists more like it. Strolling around naked as can be while they make other people see them in splendid outfits. Hiding in plain sight as they touch themselves or others. Going invisible so they can more easily eat out or suck off someone under a table. Projecting an image of them just sitting in a theater naturally while they’re stroking themselves raw. Bunch of deviants. 

Don’t even get me started on those necromancy sadists. Inflicting terrible wounds on those they capture, just to heal them up after. And endless cycle of pain and pleasure until their subjects break. Just so they can get them to sign away their bodies and souls to the necromancer. Degenerates. 

But the horniest of them all? The most depraved ones, the ones that deserve the most love? Definitely the transmutation wizards. Shaping both their body and others to suit their needs. Sculpting the thickest cocks, the bounciest tits, the most breed-hungry cunts, the roundest asses. Or on the reverse. Tiny tits that are ridiculously sensitive. Barely there penises that can’t help but squirt every time their owner is teased or humiliated. Needy boycunts that refuse to cum until their owner’s ass is being violated and recked. Really, is there any nobler school of magic~?

[keladeinos]

Rachel Elizabeth Dare Headcanons

- these are definitely fictive influenced sorry

- gender-fluid for sure but sexuality wise she’s unlabeled but on the aroace spectrum so the whole percy thing was entirely platonic but flirting and making girls and boys flustered is something she thought was funny as a teen

- loves all forms of media she can find the beauty in anything she looks at

- her blue plastic hairbrush was a gift from her dad it was a big pack because she likes certain everyday items to be the same incase they break she can replace them she’s got 5 more at home.

- is really good friends with annabeth!! none of that fighting really happened and they never hated each other.

- she’s got a huge soft spot for piper who helped her decorate her cave in little ways

- honestly her closest friends are leo, piper, butch, lou ellen and clarisse which nobody was really expecting but clarisse and rachel just have such a special bond

- loves when the hunters swing by she loves to have dinner with them and talk to artemis who always wanted her to join but respects her decisions and rachel’s an honorary huntress in artemis’ eyes

- also also speaking of cave decorations she has a few favorites: the aphrodite cabin made her one way mirror curtains so that she gets in a lot of natural light. her rugs are kaleidoscopic made by the iris cabin, the demeter cabin always gives her the best strawberry saplings so she can always have fresh fruit around. the hypnos cabin with the help of the hephaestus cabin built her a canopy over bed to help her her sleep

- since her bed makes her pass out she’s got every kind of seat beanbags chairs futons etc to lay on! everyone’s got a comfy seat when they come visit her

- the cabins love her esp now that the oracle is a real walking person and they’re always willing to hang out or spend time with her, she found her family

- all of her clothes are either handmade, or patched up (usually decorative embroidery) and all of her clothing items are covered in doodles and paints

- MAJOR mythos obsessions as a kid, big into norse and egyptian

- dnd buff, she loves to DM and she plays wizards, sorcerers or artificers because she thinks they’re cute

- she gets nightmares and developed some sleepwalking habits after becoming the oracle, sometimes she’ll be found in the forest near the river and all the naiads and nymphs around her in a big pile

- rachel changed her name to a more english sounding one because people would always pronounce raquel weirdly. her name was originally elisa raquel but rachel elizabeth sounded more professional. her closest friends call her RED nonetheless because it’s her favorite name

- rachel had a horrible nightmare that happened when percy annabeth and nico fell to tartarus. she was found huddled in the corner of her cave, everyrhing turned upside down and a painting on the floor that essentially looked like scribbles until you realized what you were looking at. she had a breakdown afterwards, chiron trying his best to comfort her.

- to help some campers with their discomfort in their scars and appearance she learned how to tattoo over them and will have flash sales where you just bring her food and she’ll tattoo you. the first person to get a tattoo was clarisse who brought her a homemade family dish

[loopsietheshadowsiren]

My ocs!!!

Valgolo plans on taking over the

universe and consuming it, to make it

his own timeline. He'll hypnotize and

control anything he sees, and daiming

the other rulers as his loyal minions.

He also plans on corrupting Peach, and

possessing her body.

Hester used to work as a

"loyal scientist" in YellowBulb

University lab, but tragically

got bitten by an alien artifact.

She's gone insane for years...

Dimp; as known as "Dimplet Dorothy", is a cat

mage/wizard that is a second party member (or

helper) for Mario, Luigi, Starlow, and others. He

has a mission to stop an evil spirit/ entity; named

"Valgolo" to get the Hypno Pearl back before the

world will be corrupted. Or even worse, devoured

and renewed by Valgolo's command...

We are not sure of Nightmarsa’s backstory yet…

Quiztle is a humble, quiz show laughing

bean head that can travel

through time, now including

dimensions; serving his role as

"The Weird Quiz Master Guy"

Loopsie is the brother of the siren sisters, knowingly to be clumbsy, lazy, and supportive to his sisters (including Vivian)

[writingdevil]

Woods-[Hermittober24 Day Four]

(Warning-Blood,body horror- Prompt list by @collierose1 )

"Pearl!Hurry up!It's starting soon!"

"Yeah,I'm coming,Grian!"

Pearl quickly gave Tilly a final rub,then herded her back into the thick of the woods.She knew Tilly would find her way back.

She stretched her two sets of arms out,spreading her dark and light blue moth wings out wide.In the distance,she could hear a splash,and she knew that Xb had already began making his way to the show, and she could hear Keralis and Hypno chatting as they made their way over as well.

She sighed,relaxing her muscles,then took off into the night sky,giggling as the stars shone down at her,almost winking at her,to enjoy what the woods would bring her,would bring them all.

The moon felt almost desperate on her back,as if it couldn't wait any longer for the magic in the air to mix with the darkness of the woods.It vaguely reminded her of her night,but with a shudder and another flap of her wings,the moon was forgotten.

Her smile grew as she flew through the woods,past the builds and carved memories of her family,the branches decorated with ornaments that showed off who each Hermit was.

Crystals for Scar.

Pink flowers for Stress.

Wool for Zedaph.

On her flight to her brother,she waved at Welsknight,who gave her a wave back,then gave a powerful flap of his hawk wings and was off,joining Xisuma,who was staring off into the distance intensely.

"Pearl!Over here!"

Her eyes followed the sound of Impulse's voice, finding him,Scar,and Grian all perched on a tree near the entrance to the woods,with Grian waving her over excitedly.

As she flew over,she passed False,who looked like a golden blur with her falcon wings,and she just smiled at Pearl,holding out her hand in the form of a fistbump,which Pearl happily accepted.

"You excited for the show,False?"

"Yeah,we'll finally have something new around here."False then gave her a nod,and flew to join Stress and Iskall on the other side of the line of dark trees.

Finally,she landed on a branch next to Impulse,who seemed to be shaking with glee,his imp tail wagging a clear sign of that."I'm so excited for tonight, Pearl.Every year,I can just never wait for what happens tonight."

"Yeah,same-and mine was only last year."

"Yeah,now you'll actually be watching it with us, that's fun,definitely better than being on the other end," Scar said,looking up from petting Jellie on his lap,lounging with his back against the base of the tree.Pearl could see his green eyes brimming with mischief and of ideas of what to do with this new addition,and Pearl longed to see the type of fun magic the wizard would come up with,whether it would make people scream or cry or break. You never know with Scar.

"I'm sorry,but we appear to be missing someone, and the show starts in ten minutes,"Grian pointed out in mild annoyance,hopping along branch to branch as he looked around,his clawed feet clinking as he hopped,and at one point,he even climbed up onto Impulse's shoulders,holding onto his demon horns for support.

Pearl giggled as her brother grew more and more frustrated,even as she saw a pair of glowing red eyes behind him amongst the foliage.

"Now where is that spoon-"

"Boo."

Grian screamed in fright,launching himself off of Impulse's shoulders,flapping his crimson wings wildly and hitting both Pearl and Scar in the face.

Her harpy brother ended up clinging to the base of the tree,just above Scar's head,who was struggling to overcome the shock Grian had just given him,a hand clutched over his heart,and pressing Jellie to his chest.

Grian,meanwhile,was glaring at Pearl's left,as a boisterous laughter filled her ears,and soon enough,Mumbo Jumbo slicked out of the shadows, red eyes brimming with mischief,his fangs flashing in the moonlight.

"Oh-Oh I'm so sorry Grian-"Mumbo attempted to say,but his laughter overtook him,making him lean forward as Grian just glared at him harder.

At this point,Pearl was giggling too."You can't even properly say sorry to him,Mumbo!He's gonna stay mad at you forever now."

"That's right,"Grian said,nodding aggressively "in fact,I propose that we replace Mumbo with the newcomer."

"What?!"the vampire shrieked,giving the harpy a shocked look "You can't do that!"

"I agree Mumbo,"Scar said,casually waving a hand in the air,and for a brief moment,glittering crystal shards appeared in its path,but when Jellie attempted to bat at them,they disappeared,"I don't think it's fair to kick someone out because they're scary.If it was,Grian would've been the first to go because of those beady eyes of his."

Both Pearl and Impulse burst out laughing,and Grian glared at them all with said beady eyes,but before he could retort-

"AAAHH!"

The show started.

Everyone scrambled into their ideal viewing seat, either climbing onto branches,or peering from the safety of hidden nooks and crannies.She even saw Joe holding Jevin in his lap,who was just a gelatinous blue sphere with dark eyes.

Pearl decided to simply sit on a branch,thankful that her brother had picked a tree with a good view of the wood's entrance,wrapping her wings around her in anticipation.

Speaking of her brother,she glanced over at him, and found him sitting on a nearby branch next to Mumbo,who kept giving him awkward and worried glances.Soon enough though,Grian rolled his eyes and used his feathered arm to wrap around the vampire,a soft smile on his face,and all seemed to be forgiven.

It felt like the very leaves around her were holding their breath,until another scream pierced the woods.

Pearl knew that Xisuma's magic was heavy in the air,but it felt like it was now suffocating her as a young woman stumbled into the woods.

The woman panted and sobbed as she ran, clutching her ginger hair in pain,before falling to her knees.

This was the one the woods wanted.

The woman continued to cry,some form of pleas tumbling out of her,as she gripped the grass underneath her,staining her overalls with dirt,and attempted to crawl further into the forest,but that would bring this newcomer no relief.

"What do you think she's gonna be?"Impulse asked in a hushed tone,using his tail to wrap around a branch,then leaned out as far as he could.

"Cub's banking on it being an allay,"Scar whispered back,lifting Jellie up to see the show for herself.

"I dunno,"Mumbo shrugged "she might end up just being an animal hybrid,like a fox or something."

"You're just saying that because of her hair colour!" Pearl pointed out playfully,tucking her knees under her chin and using her lower set of arms to wrap around her legs,"Besides,Etho's already an artic fox."

Their conversation was broken momentarily as the woman screamed again,but this time in horror,as the entrance that she had burst through began to close up,a huge wall of thorns and moss caging her in,no doubt the work of Bdubs and Stress.

The woman tried to stand up,but once she placed her foot on the solid ground,she roared in agony, crashing to her knees again.

Blood was beginning to pour from her head,and through her shoes,and Pearl knew that it wouldn't be long now.

Grian scoffed at her,"Oh yeah,because there's definitely only one of each creature here,isn't there?It's not like we have multiple avians or anything."

"Why are you on Mumbo's side?You were literally trying to get him kicked out a moment ago!"

Grian swung his feet out childishly and stuck his tongue out at her and said,"I just pick the side that's funnier."

"Shush!"

They all jumped at the sound of Xisuma,and Pearl looked down to find him on the ground,closer to the woman than anybody else,his helmet hiding a swirly void full of malevolence and chaos.

She remembered staring into that void when it had been her turn.She just remembered feeling cold.

Xisuma just pointed at the woman again,and Pearl's eyes widened.

Antlers were sprouting from the top of her head,her face-which was engulfed with anguished rage-was caked with blood,and Pearl could see the madness taking over in her eyes.

She had discarded her shoes,now deemed useless for the deer feet she now had,and her legs were shaking so badly that wondered if she was even going to remain conscious long enough for introductions.

The woman snarled at the sight of Xisuma,and Pearl grinned excitedly as the woman tried to attack Xisuma with her new horns,but only managed to fall onto her face.

Pearl liked this one.

The woman huffed,her face scrunched up in bitter rage as she glared up at Xisuma,who loomed over her like an ominous shadow.Suddenly,the air began to feel tighter somehow,like all the energy and magic was pressing down on this very moment,and the woman groaned as her antlers grew bigger and bigger,fists clutching the now crimson grass underneath her.

Pearl wondered what it felt like.Did it feel like her skull was slowly cracking open?Did it feel like when Pearl's back was being split open,and suddenly there were wings unfolding from her?

Pearl held her breath,as Xisuma offered a hand out to the woman,who Pearl could tell had finally lost her sanity.

"Hello there,Gem!It seems that the woods brought us a fighter-you'll fit right in with the Hermits!"

Welcome to the family,Gem.

[most-datable-undatable]

Your Match-Ups!

Because I am a complete mess of a person, I forgot to put a few on my original list, so good news for the person who suggested Wizard from Stardew Valley a bit late: Because of my stupidity, he is now on the bracket!

We have a total of 104 contestants! This will be a standard single-elimination tournament. Match-ups were completely randomized, although for the first round I did not allow match-ups between two characters from the same franchise.

Voting will begin tomorrow morning at 9am PST. I will post one poll every ten or so minutes. I will do 26 tomorrow and 26 on Tuesday. Be sure to follow so you don't miss out on a vote for your favorite!

Without further ado: Your Most Datable Undatable Character Round 1 Match-Ups!

Day One

Kai (Harvest Moon: Back to Nature)/Hytham (AC: Valhalla)

Aphrodite (Stray Gods)/Robin (Stardew Valley)

Cole (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Dame Aylin (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Sten (Dragon Age: Origins)/Helena Blake (Mass Effect)

Kent Connolly (Fallout 4)/Asterius (Hades)

Serana (Skyrim)/Bo Calloway (Scarlet Hollow)

Perry (Harvest Moon: Animal Parade)/Cliff Holden (Our Life: Beginning & Always)

EDI (Mass Effect 2 and 3)/Soma Jarlskona (Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla)

Kasumi Goto (Mass Effect 2)/Shandra Jerro (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Mel (Fallout 4)/Neeshka (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Vivienne de Fer (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Pasqal Haneumann (Rogue Trader)

Carlos (Rune Factory 4)/Hypnos (Hades)

Scout Lace Harding (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Bishop (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Deacon (Fallout 4)/Theseus (Hades)

Virgil (Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura)/Avitus Rix (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Nathaniel Howe (Dragon Age: Awakening/Dragon Age 2)/Wynert (Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate)

Quinn (Dream Daddy)/Karliah (Skyrim)

Nick Valentine (Fallout 4)/Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Dagna (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Terry (Rune Factory 5)

Rolan (Baldur’s Gate 3)/Talos Drellik (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

Shiala (Mass Effect)/Jodi (Stardew Valley)

Tiran Kandros (Mass Effect: Andromeda)/Trickster (Hooked on You)

Arthur Maxson (Fallout 4)/Brassidas (Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey)

Brynjolf (Skyrim)/Briala (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Mary Christiansen (Dream Daddy)/Chaos (Hades)

Olgierd von Everestu (The Witcher 3)/Wizard (Stardew Valley)

Day Two

Frea (Skyrim)/Rose of Sharon Cassidy (Fallout: New Vegas)

Legion (Mass Effect 2 and 3)/Yuthura Ban (Knights of the Old Republic)

Qyzen Fess (Knights of the Old Republic)/Dammon (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Isobel Thorm (Baldur’s Gate 3)/Athena (Stray Gods)

Sandy (Stardew Valley)/Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy VII)

Kaelyn the Dove (Neverwinter Nights 2)/Medusa (Stray Gods)

Bao Dur (Knights of the Old Republic)/Evfra (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Arcade Gannon (Fallout: New Vegas)/Jeremus (Mount and Blade: Warband)

Nyreen Kandros (Mass Effect)/Shale (Dragon Age: Origins)

Urdnot Wrex (Mass Effect Series)/Marnie (Stardew Valley)

Talvas Fathryon (Skyrim)/Nihlus Kryik (Mass Effect)

Cremisius “Krem” Aclassi (Dragon Age: Inquisition)/Gatekeeper (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Keldorn (Baldur’s Gate 2)/Lin Fa (Rune Factory 4)

Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)/Veronica Santangelo (Fallout: New Vegas)

Tarquin Victus (Mass Effect 3)/Aveline (Dragon Age 2)

Judith (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)/Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Evelyn (Rune Factory 3)/Sagacious Zu (Jade Empire)

Jarun Tann (Mass Effect: Andromeda)/J’Zargo (Skyrim)

Joker (Mass Effect Series)/Vault Tec Rep (Fallout 4)

Eder (Pillars of Eternity 2)/Iorveth (The Witcher 2)

Atris (Knights of the Old Republic 2)/Vernon Roche (The Witcher 2)

Kharjo (Skyrim)/Lambert (The Witcher 3)

Mordin Solus (Mass Effect 2 and 3)/Eskiel (The Witcher 3)

Raphael (Baldur’s Gate 3)/Takemura (Cyberpunk 2077)

Craig Boone (Fallout: New Vegas)/Canderous Ordo (Knights of the Old Republic)

Mira (Knights of the Old Republic 2)/Wistful Deviless (Sunless Sea)

[syn4k]

list of hermits and empires characters who would do drugs and/or smoke cigarettes, ranked from most to least likely

that hermpires chainsmoker poll thats been going around kickstarted a discussion in my discord so i'm compiling the ideas here because honestly its hilarious

list under the cut. warning for... discussion of drugs and cigarettes. obviously

Fwhip: Definitely a chain smoker. Always has a pack in his pocket.

Iskall: that man's radioactive. she does not fear cigarettes. smokes regularly and is not bothered by it.

Cub: does so many weird drugs. high off something or other almost if not constantly i think

Ren: doesn't smoke but has the best weed on hermitcraft and you KNOW he uses it often

False: not exactly a chain smoker but smokes pretty often i think

Wels: maintains that he does NOT do anything of that sort thank you very much. Actually does. inhaling anything destroys him but he likes the taste and the high so he keeps going

Hypno: smokes everything but is pretty chill about it

Beef: also smokes everything and is even more chill about it

Stress: smokes poisonous mushrooms and is entirely unaffected.

Zedaph: definitely does some sort of drugs

Pearl: has a cigarette every now and then

Pix: also has a cigarette every now and then, not really his thing but he'll take one if offered (for esmp s1: i hold that pixandria has at least one hallucogenic that they keep for spiritual purposes but as the resident pixlriffs expert i also hold that pix got really stressed once, horfed an edible out of sheer desperation, and zoned back in in the middle of the night floating on his back in the river anxious out of his shit. he never touched anything of the sort ever again)

Joe: smokes only weed but does not smoke it often, only sometimes when offered

Katherine: smokes weed

Cleo: was a chainsmoker before s2, after that they got their act together

Impulse: not affected at all by anything (weed fumes give him slight headaches) and only does it when everyone else does because why not.

Bdubs: doesn't smoke (takes edibles very rarely) but rolls the best blunts

Lizzie: partakes sometimes but doesn't care for it

Joey: does drugs and smokes cigarettes in the presence of others just to look cool but actually gives zero shits about them

Xornoth: is always so smug about the fact that they smoke what they call "Evil Weed". fwhip steals some and tries it and it's literally just normal grass.

Mumbo: only smokes cigarettes and only when iskall's around. too anxious for drugs- tried weed once and saw the hat man and was shaking for three hours ljke a small dog afterwards

Joel: doesn't give two shits

Grian: nah

Hels: not interested

Sausage: can handle it pretty fine but stopped after he and joel had hermes because he didn't want to set a bad example for his kid

Scott: definitely some sort of drug dealer but i don't think he ever. does them himself?

Gem: doesn't because of concerns for her health, however in esmp s1 she smoked wizard weed (like gandalf) when the academy's paperwork piled too high for her to handle without help

Shelby: smoked weed but it made her really sick and after Katherine got mad at her for it she stopped. she's actually completely fine when it comes to everything else but she swore off trying so she never knew

Evil Xisuma: never did drugs or vaped with nicotine because the things they learned about addiction at school kept them up at night however they did vape water vapour.

Xisuma: has asthma

Jimmy: would quite literally die. Mans gets nauseous if there's a whiff of weed in the room he's in.

Jevin: eats cigarettes just to piss everybody off

[baked-potatoes-rule]

The poppy

"Poppies have symbolized many things throughout history, including sleep, death, peace and rebirth. And in Greek mythology, poppies were the sacred symbols of different goddesses and characters, such as Demeter, Hypnos, Nix and Thanatos. Their symbolism is also why Dorothy and her friends fall asleep in a field of poppies in The Wizard of Oz—because of their close ties to sleep."

"Again, poppy flowers are weeds, technically, so it’s not uncommon to find them in fields out in the wild. But that’s also why they symbolize rebirth and resilience; they don’t die quickly and pretty much grow wherever."

[duhragonball]

Just out of curiosity, who was your favorite character in part 1 of Chainsaw Man?

I'm gonna go with Makima, since she's basically the straw that stirs the drink.

I think the main problem with CSM part 1 is that a lot of the main cast is sort of just... there. A lot of Denji's coworkers will show up, do a few things, and then get massacred. The ones that stick around for a while can be difficult to keep track of. Even some of the cooler villains just sort of fizzle out as the plot passes them by. Part 2 might improve upon this. As I understand it, some Part 1 folks do come back for Part 2, so that seems like a good sign.

But as far as Part 1 goes, it's really just Denji and Makima. Everything else is just window dressing, diversions that get eliminated one by one as the plot reveals that it was only ever about Denji and Makima and no one else. I'm not saying Power and the rest were bad characters, but you could swap out any of them with others and the story isn't affected much.

Part of the reason I read CSM was because I was intrigued by the Makima design. I'd see images of this lady in fan art or cosplay or whatever, and she looks fairly ordinary except for the hypno eye thing. It's a great design, one that draws my attention and makes me wonder what her deal is. And when I read the comic to find out, the answer is complex and interesting enough to satisfy my curiosity.

These days I've been going through my comic book collection, trying to read old books that I've bought but never actually read, and a lot of them aren't that great. I'm currently in the middle of Showcase, a DC Comics anthology book that ran from 1993 to 1996. Some of the features are good, but most of them aren't, because they star forgettable characters in short, formulaic stories. This week I've read three different tales where a hero in a slump gets a kick in the pants. Aqualad assumes the new identity Tempest, the Golden Age Green Lantern becomes Sentinel, and Arion... well, I think he keeps his name, but he stops moping around a deli and decides to get back in the game. And all three of these tales involve the heroes regaining their resolve thanks to the manipulations of a wizard.

As it turns out, I think the Showcase series probably wasn't the best way to present all these minor super-heroes, because all it does is expose just how trite and boring their stories are. Worse, by sandwiching them between two other superhero features, you just expose how same-y they all are. No one seemed too concerned about making these characters stand out.

Well, I guess that's why I was eager to read Chainsaw Man but I left so many unread comics gather proverbial dust for so long. If it was just Denji carving up bad guys with his chainsaw head, it'd get old really fast. Makima added a counterbalance to the story that made the whole thing work. Somewhere along the way you begin to realize how insidious this all is, and yet Denji's way too simple a hero to fix it, so what can he do? And yet it all works out in a very satisfying way. Makima may have manipulated everyone else, but I got what I wanted out of her.

[tasty-arsenic]

Hermits as Stardew Valley???? 1/4

the brainrot consumes and as i gain over 130 hours in a game ive had for like a month i decide that i should make an au

these sprites can be unproved apon but im happy with them right now

i know that there is already hc sdv aus out there but i wanted to make my own!!!

part 2, part 3, part 4

roles below

note: not 1 to 1 with the game

note note: not all sprites reflect their jobs, ill get to that

Bdubs: Carpenter

Cub: Scientist

Doc: Doctor

Etho: Electrician

False: adventurers guild shopkeep

Gem: gardener

Grian: fishermen

Hypno: idk man

Impulse: blacksmith

Iskall: local menace

Jevin: mines shopkeep

Joe: book seller

Keralis: Museum guy

Mumbo: Wizard

Pearl: Postal

Ren: saloon owner

Scar: travelling cart

Skizz: new farmer

Joel: bus driver/new guy

Stress: also works at the saloon

Tango: sewer creature

Beef: rancher

Wels: adventurers guild other guy

Xb: general store shopkeep

Xisuma: mayor

Zedaph: Scientist

Cleo: seamstress

[stellaricwriting]

xisuma - ranger. dragon related?

keralis - warlock patron

xb - warlock (keralis)

hypno - wandering wizard (fae)

scar - wizard, charlatan

grian - rogue/sorcerer

mumbo - automaton artificer

impulse - tiefling cleric (skizz)

skizz - aasimar patron

joel - warlock (lizzie)

gem - swashbuckler rogue

pearl - sorcerer

etho - ranger (giant fox)

bdubs - druid

cleo - witch. def undead

joe hills - bard

tango - artificer.

zedaph - fae artificer

stress - witch/cleric

iskall - artificer/warlock patron

cub - artificer/warlock (vex)

doc - artificer/bard.

ren - bard!!!

false - fighter. changeling?

jevin - wandering wizard

beef - unsettling. probably fae. class debated

wels - fae paladin