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oc duo again inspired by those wolf in sheep's/sheep in wolf's clothing art? the wolf appears rugged but is the victim, n the sheep appears innocent but is the perpetrator.
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Under the cut because there's two of them!!
Name: Shepherd, Conri, Lupus, Lowell, Odin, Remus, Romulus, Todd
Pronouns: They/Them, He/Him, Xe/Xem/Xeir/Xeirs/Xemself, Claw/Claw/Claws/Claws/Clawself, Woof/Woof/Woofs/Woofs/Woofself, Weird/Weird/Weirds/Weirds/Weirdself, Ro/Rot/Rots/Rots/Rotself, Crypt/Cryptid/Crypts/Cryptids/Cryptidself
Age(s): Chrono 21, Transage 13
Species: Anthro Wolf
Gender(s): Transmasculine, Wolfmonsterboyic, Lupusgender, Canisanguilunian, Abhorcoric, Horrorgender, Caninagender, Genderhoarder
Orientation(s): Greyromantic Demisexual, Bisexual
CisIDs: Anthro Wolf, AFAB, Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Semi-Verbal, black fur, gray fur, red fur, red eyes
TransIDs: Transage (OtY, 21 to 13), Transsmoker, Transnicotineaddict, TransAAM, PermaAAM, Perma1980’s, TransSH, TransSHScars
Paraphilias: (Trans)AAM, Fictophilia, Autobiastophilia, Autoaptophilia, Vigiliaphilia, Hybristophilia, Apagophilia, Oplophilia, Cordophilia, Masochism, Hybriphilia
Source: Brainmade, but inspired by Cult Of The Lamb
Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🐺:text, 🚬:text, 🥩:text, 🌓:text, [Any combination of 🐺/🚬/🥩/🌓]:text
Roles: Trauma holder, Anchor
Personality: They are oftentimes silent, rarely talking while not in the company of [Sheep]. He struggles with feeling like a “complete person,” and relies on [Sheep] more than would typically be considered healthy. It goes along with xem though, so it can't be all that bad! Claw is a fan of horror movies, especially 80’s b-horror. Woof also enjoys musicals, and classic horror novels like Frankenstein and Dracula. Weird enjoys the aesthetic of smoking, but is too scared of addiction to transition. Ro also longs to be just like the victim in rot favorite movies, a strange desire ro still doesn't understand.
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(Picrew by Melsteras, colors by us!)
Name: Dolly, Farley, Donner, Roslin, Fleur, Ram, Caoraich
Pronouns: They/them, It/It’s, Lamb/Lamb/Lambs/Lambs/Lambself, Sheep/Sheep/Sheeps/Sheeps/Sheepself, Ram/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself, Ba/Bah/Baa/Bahself, Fluff/Fluff/Fluffs/Fluffs/Fluffself, Swe/Sweet/Sweets/Sweets/Sweetself, Pa/Pastel/Past/Pastelself, Candy/Candy/Candies/Candies/Candyself Cake/Cake/Cakes/Cakes/Cakeself, Cu/Cute/Cutes/Cutes/Cuteself, Lae/Lace/Las/Lacey/Laceself
Age(s): 22
Species: Anthro Sheep
Gender(s): Nonbinary, Lovecoric, Lovegoric, Deathcute, Obsesscoric, Fatalgender, Crecutian, Cutemonsteric
Orientation(s): Polyamarous Pansexual
CisIDs: Anthro Sheep, lavender wool, black skin, horns, yellow eyes, Autistic
TransIDs: Transharmful, Transrapist, Transcultleader, Transmurderer, Transprogrammer, Transserialkiller, Transkidnapper, Transstalker, Transcuteharmful, Transabuser, Transfangs, Cakescentian, Diromanceaddict, Transcocaineaddict, Perma1960s
Paraphilias: MAP, Sadomasochism, Biastophilia, Somnophilia, Aptophila, Traumaphilia, Vigiliaphila, Apagophilia, Narkobiastophilia, Autogratiophilia
Source: Brainmade, but inspired by Cult Of The Lamb
Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🐏:text, 🩷:text, 🔪:text, 🫀:text, [any combination of 🐏/🩷/🔪/🫀]:text
Roles: Persecutor
Personality: They might appear cute and innocent, but they’re secretly a huge freak! It's favorite person is [Wolf], and it has no problems indulging in his dependency, turning it into more of a codependency. Lamb loves anything cute- Sanrio, frilly dresses, ribbons- everything! Sheeps favorite food is cake, and sheep has quite the sweet tooth. Ram also loves anything horrific, blood, gore, and every gross horror movie ram can get rams hands on- ram hides that part better. Ba also hides that ba wants to be just like the villains in bah favorite films.
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(Picrew by Melsteras, colors by us!)
I hope you enjoy them both!!!! This was a super fun duo to work on!!!
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A Catholic funeral is like the worst, saddest karaoke party ever
#there were so many hymns#honestly it was a beautiful service in a gorgeous church and i'm sure mom's friend would have been very happy with it#but i have to make stupid jokes/quips about everything because that's just how i deal#mod post#funeral#funerals#death
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Hymn/Hymns pronoun flag!
#pronoun flag#pronoun flags#pronouns#neoprns#wordnoun#mod squid#mod ink#neopronoun flag#neopronoun#neopronouns#hymn/hymns
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The malderrrrr
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If you were in the wild west what would you want to be?
Ranch hand probably
waiting for the right cowboy to come wed me so we can start a ranch of our own
oh to be young and inlove and also in the Wild West
Ride Cowboy Ride plays softly in the background
#tmi tuesday#ask#answer#mod talks#oh where can I find a nice respectable reformed cowboy to sweep me off my feet?#One that can sing hymns and call me is Irish lass
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Oh!! Idk if anyone on tumblr has heard about Narcissist Cookbook’s lyric book but he’s got excerpts from a ton of songs ! even unreleased ones so! if anyone has any questions about any hmu
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Oops, probably best we leave them alone... *closes door*
Commission for El Dee! Sunny & Rou sharing a quiet moment together. I always adore doing these kinds of scenes; there’s so much fun to be had in figuring out mood and lighting for intimate moments like this n_n
If you like my work and want to support me, my commissions are open!! For prices and examples you can check out my website, or DM me for more specifics~
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Foretold in the Scales
Pairing: dragon!Marcus Moreno x gn!reader
Words: 3.4 k
Rating: M (smut city. 18+ MDNI)
Summary: The dragon needs a new mate, and it's your turn.
Warnings: Fated mates, ceremonies, slight dub con (you didn't choose this, but later on you consent to it) breeding, ovipositing, mentions of pregnancy with an egg, dragon anatomy, oral (reader receiving)
Author: Mod Mouse
Notes: This is my entry for the Monster (S)mash challenge hosted by the lovely @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett-writes. I loved this challenge so much! It makes me wanna write more monsters smut hehe.
That goodman dragon scale. It of course landed on you cause that was the last thing you needed today. But as it spun around as if it seemed to be “pulled” towards you. At least that's what the priests said, but you didn’t buy it. Unfortunately though for you, once the scale decided there was no going back, because if He found out that the village was lying, then they could find someone else to protect them.
The rest of the day was a blur. Oils and perfumes were sprayed on your body creating a cloud of scents that made your head spin. Your hair was decorated with different local flowers while someone painted the ceremonial glyphs on your pale skin. You remember being dressed in the ceremonial ashen gray linens that hardly hid what lay underneath. Soon you were the spitting image of the sacrifice you were meant to be.
The precession was a blur as four of the strongest warriors carried you on the dias up the long mountain trail that led to your future. Hymns and songs were sung as you climbed higher and higher until the village where you had called home for most of your life was now just a dot in the valley.
Stones piled up beside the entrance of the caves were carved with reliefs but you knew what they depicted. When every king tried to take the city those long centuries ago, there was only one person…or rather one creature that saved them. The Pewter Protector they called him. A massive dragon with a mouth full of flesh tearing teeth flew down from the heavens and slayed the enemy. The village begged for the dragon’s protection, and the Protector obliged.
But that protection came at a price. He came from a dying breed and so to continue his safeguard, he required a sacrifice. It wasn’t food or money. No it was human. He required a mate. A mate that would carry another one of his kind. Someone to keep him company through the long nights and keep him warm during the mating season.
Which is why you were here now, as the priestess sang out the chants that praised the Protector and called him from his dark chambers. You knew the ceremonies. The men would set their dias down and the procession would quietly leave as the priestess would continue their songs until their voices were lost in the winds.
The high mountain winds whipped around you as you stared at the dark expanse of the cave. The silence was unnerving. Goosebumps ran up your skin making you wrap your arms around your torso, hoping for an ounce of warmth. Not even a pebble dropped as you waited for your husband to present himself. Soft tears threatened to spill from your eyes as time passed. As much as you wanted to be strong you were terrified. You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for your fate.
“I keep telling them that I don’t want all of this,” You heard a voice break your silence and you opened your eyes in confusion. A tall dragonborn stood in front of you. Dark gray scales covered most of his body and arched across his neck and cheek like a stroke of charcoal. His eyes were dark to match the midnight hair that sprouted across his head and jawline.
“W-What?” You whispered as you took him in.
He sighed and slowly approached you. “I’m really sorry for all of this trouble,” He apologized as he held out his clawed hand out to your body.
You looked down to his hand and back up to his face, confusion etched deep into your expression. “You…what?”
“I’m sorry again. I know this is strange and I’ve been trying to tell them forever that I really don’t need them to use the scale. I promise them that I can tell who my mate is for the season just by…” He pauses as the wind changes, drifting your scent into his sensitive nose.
“By what?” You asked, rising to your bare feet.
“You smell sweet,” The Protector complimented as he turned back to you.
“Um, thank you?” You asked.
“Oh goodness, where are my manners? Please follow me.” He gestured to his cave and you followed him down into his lair.
Though as you walked you were surprised grew even more. “I-It’s warm in here.” You comment as the walls turn more and more decorated with reliefs and other such designs.
“That would be the mountain’s core. I know most dragonkind need their heat and we aren’t any different.” The dragon answers as you enter the biggest area so far. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture except for a large fire pit and a giant collection of pelts and pillows in the surrounding area.
“This is…actually quite cozy.” You look around the room and find yourself smiling at the surroundings.
“Please make yourself at home,” The Protector getured to his area. “Would you like some tea?”
“Yes I would like some um…I don’t think I got your name?”
“Marcus,” He smiled with his gleaming white teeth. He took his tea kettle out and filled it with water from the barrel in the corner. Gently he took the full kettle and hung it above the fire. With a groan he sat himself next to the fire. Carefully you sat near him warming yourself on the flames.
“So you aren’t as vicious as they say.” You said, turning to look at him.
He looked back with almost a hurt expression. “I don’t like to hurt humans. I only do harm when there’s a threat to the village.”
“Then why do they do this whole ceremony? Since apparently I’ve only known a lie.” You chuckled softly.
Marcus sighed. “I think they think they owe my kind for something we did long ago. But we did it because they helped us first.”
“What did they do?” You asked as the kettle began to whistle.
The dragon turned his torso to grab the two cups and set them in front of him. Carefully he grabbed the kettle’s handle and poured the tea. The leaves swirled as the hot water saturated them, filling your nose with the herbal scents.
“They saved my daughter from poachers,” He answered as he handed you the tea and you thanked him. The mug was warm against your hand and you shivered when you realized how cold you were.
“Here,” He said quietly and stood up taking one of the pelts from the bed. With a gentleness you weren’t expecting from a dragon, he draped it over your shoulders.
You gently caressed the fur smiling at how comforting it was. “What’s your daughter’s name?”
“Missy. She was out training one day and they surrounded her. Luckily some soldiers saw the situation and saved her. The Steel Clan is forever indebted to them,” He smiled softly drifting to his mug. “She’s got her own mountain to defend. Hatchlings always grow up too fast.”
“Seems to be a trait no matter the species,” You smiled before taking a sip of the tea. The herbal aroma hit your tongue and you sighed. The scent drew you back to winter nights in your house, and a sense of both nostalgia and homesickness knotted in your stomach.
Marcus sensed your subtle body language frowned. “You know you can leave. I don’t want to keep you here.” Marcus told you, taking you in with his charcoal eyes.
You chuckled. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked with concern in his voice.
“No no just,” Your thumb traces the rim of your cup. “You’re a lot different than I thought. I don’t mind staying. And you’re unlike what they tell us in the village.”
“What do they tell you?” He asked with concern in his voice.
“It’s a lot more authoritative and demanding,” You sighed, staring at the dark liquid in your cup.
“That’s really what they say about me?” Marcus frowned, hurt laced in his dark eyes.
“Something must have gotten lost in translation…because you really are sweet.”
You swear you could see a scales flush. “You are too kind.” Marcus replied, taking a sip to hid his face.
“I should thank you for not eating me,” You chuckled, but your mirth was quickly replaced by a yawn.
“Here you should rest. Take my nest for tonight, I’ll sleep by the fire.” Before you could protest, he held his palm out. “I insist.”
And honestly you didn’t have the energy to resist. Wrapping the pelt around your shoulders, you gave him a quick “Thank you,” before rising to your feet. Marcus watched you as you stumbled to the nest of blankets and settled yourself amongst the pile.
Marcus kept an eye out until he heard your breathing even out, but stayed for longer just to make sure. As quietly as he could with his bulky form, he wandered to the entrance. A low grumble flowed from his mouth, as he stretched his hidden wings. Large veiny membranes spread out taking up most of the space. The wind furled against them and Marcus sighed at the feeling. It was a moment before he spoke to himself. “I must provide for my mate.” With a swoosh of his wings, he soared into the dark sky looking for prey to feed his beloved.
The days passed without much excitement. Marcus cared for you which was more than kind of him. He insisted that you didn’t lift a finger, but you would sneakily tidy the area when he was out. You had to admit you didn’t hate the routine of it. Past you would hate staying in one place for too long. But the more time you spent in Marcus’s company, the more you found yourself being drawn to him unexpectedly.
Your body began to warm whenever you were in his presence even if it was outside in the cold winds. Maybe it was just that he was the best company in a long time, or maybe it was something else but you loved staying near him. Until one day where everything clicked into place.
The smell of cooking meats woke you from your slumber. A deep inhale filled your lungs with the aromatic scent and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment. It smelt like the smoked meats from the village, earthly and savory all at the same time. Pushing yourself up from your cozy bed, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
Marcus stood with his back behind you, his wings now visible to you though constricted because of the small space. Rising to your feet, you slowly walked over to the fire. Curiously your fingers tough ridges. The skin was bumpy against your skin and you found the touch bringing you comfort.
The dragon drew in a sharp inhale as you slowly caressed his wings. “Y-you shouldn’t do that.”
You quickly retracted your hand. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean well I hadn’t seen your wings,” You rambled. “Just thought they were pretty is all.”
Marcus turned around and you were taken aback by how much he was panting. “Marcus?”
“The problem isn’t you. The problem is that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself,” He purred, stepping closer to your form. Until now you never realized just how much he towered over you.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a reason the ceremony happens when it does. Mating season came quicker for me, and that’s because you entered my life. You’re my mate.” He answered. Your scent permeated his nostrils making him crave you more. “But I can’t mate you without your full consent. If you want to walk away and live a normal life I will not blame you.”
“Your mate, how do you know?” You asked confused yet curious at the same time.
“How do humans say? It’s like butterflies in your stomach, but we feel a physical tugging at our souls,” He answered gently, caressing his stomach.
Something pulled you to do the same and your fingers slid under your thin covering. A pulse of electricity sparked in your eyes and you gasped. “W-What was…?” You began, but as you lifted your head to meet his gaze, there was something different about Marcus. The light from the fire lit him up like you’ve never noticed before. It was as if a bolt of magic filled the room and focused itself on Marcus.
“Mate?” You whispered and you slowly reached up to cup his cheek in your hand. The rough scales sending comfort throughout your body as you caressed them with your thumb. Marcus’s chest rumbled as he purred against your palm, nuzzling like a cat. You couldn’t help but giggle at this tall creature acting just like a household pet.
“Yes my mate,” He purred and he leaned his head down just close enough to brush his lips against yours a silent ask for your consent.
You quickly filled the space and kissed him passionately. His lips were both soft and rough at the same time. The scales brushed against your chin, and you found yourself falling in love with the feeling. Some part of you wanted to know how those felt in between your legs.
A soft moan escaped your lips and Marcus paused gently, setting his hands on your hips as if they were made of the finest porcelain. “Are you sure about this?” He asked as his fingers gingerly caressed your hips. Claws carefully poking at your skin and you bit your lip. Suddenly the heat inside you was so much. You wanted…no…you craved Marcus.
“I’m sure,” You leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Put an egg in me Marcus.”
Marcus groaned at the sight of you round with his egg. “Bed. Now.” He moaned as he backed you into the nest. You smirked as you kissed him slowly pulling him on top of you. Hungrily he kissed you with his hands up and down your sides. His claws delicately teasing your chest making you gasp.
“M-Marcus,” You moaned, tilting your head back against the furs.
He chuckled and nibbled at your neck. “Such a handsome sight.” He kept one of his clawed hands on your chest and with one of his claws ripped the material away as gently rubbed your slit. “Mmmm already achingly needy for me darling. Getting you all ready to take my cock.” He growled and kissed his way down your body. Each one sending tingles to your hands and feet.
He only stopped right between your legs. “Now let's see how you taste. I bet it’ll tell me how fertile you are.” He licked a long lap from your hole to your most sensitive area. You moaned loudly grabbing on his dark locks as you tried to ride his face.
With a strong hand he kept your hips in place and gazed up at you licking his lip. “Be good for me baby. If you are, I’ll put a baby in you, and by the looks of it it won’t be too hard.”
You moaned at his words as his tongue dipped inside you once more lapping up your arousal soaking his face. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced and he would be damned if he ever stopped. Eternity wouldn’t be enough time to memorize your taste.
“Fuck just the most divine taste,” He purred and nibbled your sensitive thigh. “You’re a perfect mate.”
“Marcus,” You whined but you loved every second. Every lick and touch sent your bond pulsing.
“Shhh baby let me take care of you,” He kissed the bite mark before pushing his tongue inside your hole once again. His movements were precise making sure you were opened up for him. He loved being a dragon, but the claws were something he couldn’t control. That just meant he became so prolific with his tongue.
And the practice was evident on the way you writhed under his touch. Every lick and suck sent so much pleasure your way. The pressure in your stomach grew and grew as your legs began to shake.
“Marcus!” You screamed in ecstasy as you came hard from his tongue. Stars danced in your eyes as you curled your legs around your mates back, pulling him into you more. Toes curling and legs shaking left you feeling high from your orgasm.
The dragon purred in contentment as his tongue slowed as your high slowed to stop leaving you breathless. “Such a handsome mate I have,” He grinned and kissed up your body, taking his time to explore and memorize every dip and curve of your body. “I’m never gonna get use to this canvas.”
You whimpered under the praise and you pulled him against your chest. His cool scales soothing your heated skin as you kissed him deeply. Gently you nuzzled your face into his shoulder taking him in with every sense.
Marcus leaned his mouth nibbling your earlobe gently. “I’m gonna put a egg in you,” He moaned as his hips rocked against your thigh. His hardening cock rubbing against the soft skin. Curiously you peaked down and blushed at the size. It was big. Nothing compared to the size of the men in the village.
“Fuck,” You cursed as you reached down to take it in your hand. It pulsed under your touch as you stroked it tentatively. The bumps and ridges felt foreign to you, but gods did your thoughts wonder at the idea of that deep inside of you as he pumped you full of his cum.
“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” Marcus whispered, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
You were quiet for a moment, making Marcus lift his head in concern. You made eye contact with him. “I don’t think I want you to be,” You admitted.
Marcus’s eyes darkened and he pressed his forehead into yours. You felt his cock bounce in your hand. “Are you sure? I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Please mate,” You whispered.
Marcus growled as he guided his cock away from your hand and pushed into you in one fluid motion. The penetration was sudden, but it sent such intense pleasure through you that you thought you could finish with just that.
But the noises Marcus made were hymns to your ears. He panted and growled as he felt you around his cock. “I-I can’t wait any longer.”
“Fuck me Marcus.”
And that was all he needed. His hips pulled back and snapped forward back into your hole. Everything felt divine. The bumps, the length, everything made your head spin. “Fuck!” You moaned as Marcus set a fast pace.
With every thrust, Marcus became more and more desperate. Desperate to fill you with his seed and desperate to plant an egg inside of you. The image of you round with his egg spurred him on. You squeezed around him like your soul depended on it.
Whether it was your newly discovered bond, or the immaculate feeling of Marcus inside you, but you felt the heat rise in your stomach once again. The dragon thrusted faster as he felt you tighten around you. “Cum for your mate,” He moaned.
Your pleasure snapped and you squeezed around him as you reached your high once again. This was enough for Marcus.
“I’m gonna,” He grunted as his cock twitched, your tight hole making it hard to last.
“Cum mate,” You moaned, and your words sent him over the edge. With a growl that filled the chamber, he came buried inside of you. You moaned with every quiver of his cock as his cum filled your hole. But it wasn’t quite normal. With each spurt, it felt bumpy, and it took you a moment to realize that it was eggs filling you up. And you moaned as each one filled you fuller and fuller. Marcus’s hand gently caressed the small bump in your stomach, please with the sight.
Just as you thought Marcus would pull out, he gently lifted your hips, setting a pillow underneath your back. Confused, you looked back up at him. He smirked. “Not gonna let anything drip out of you. I want to make sure the eggs stay inside of you.”
You moaned and bit your lips. Marcus smiled and carefully leaned over to kiss your forehead. “My sweet mate will be well taken care of. But for now rest. You need all the energy to incubate our eggs.” Sleepiness filled your head and your eyes slowly began to dip close. The hum of Marcus’s purring sending you into a very satisfied sleep.
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Nun!Alastor x Reader - The Confessional - Part 1
It's 1 AM, and @st-alastors-confessional has me foaming at the mouth. I wrote this far-too-long drabble based off of the MOD's Nun Alastor. Please please enjoy!
Warning: Not proofread in the slightest, with implications of sacrilege and sinning behavior. You've been warned! I might do another part with more debauchery down the road hehe
The sermon was going swimmingly, all things considered. The Pastor and Priest, St. Vox, lead with a soulful, boisterous tone. Albeit, he had always led his sermons with a strong, charismatic energy. He left the congregation absolutely enraptured, waiting on hand and foot for him to speak again.... You, another sinner among the crowd, tried to absorb what you could from his ravings and ramblings.
Clearly, when you wound up in Hell... you found out the hard way that God was, indeed, real. You had long been a on-Christian, and even if you still weren't... you couldn't look the facts in the face and say they weren't true. It was a simple notion:
God was real. You were not a loyal believer. You did a bad thing or two, and now you're in a church in the heart of the Pentagram, seeking answers.
You were hoping to find a way to get into Heaven... St. Vox's approach was very traditional, almost 'Dark Ages' approach. A phrase you heard once or twice rung through your mind, clear as the morning church bells:
" When a coin in the coffer rings, a soul in purgatory springs..."... no, was it sings??? That, you werent sure... either way--
Many wealthier, gullible sinners would shove money towards the Church, desperate to buy their way out of Hell. The more meek, kind hearted sinners would often throw money to the offering plates to prevent their love ones from suffering the same fate... Whether their monetary sacrifices were successful or not... well, that's yet to be seen. And no one truly know where that money goes...
And so you searched and listened in the pews patiently, hoping that something would reveal itself to you... Would living justly get you out of here? Would denouncing sin in its entirety get you the ticket out of this hellhole? Hell, did you need to declare yourself celibate? You certainly wouldn't be opposed, after some of the shit you saw on Day One...
In all honestly, you'd be willing to throw a few dollars in the pot on the off chance your gut was wrong about St. Vox's approach. As you know, your intuition had led you astray before...
You were five Sundays deep in this contrived drivel, and yet, you still had questions... The questions that plagued your mind could only be answered by the Priest, ideally during Confessional tonight... But, as you tried your best to stay awake through another biblical tangent, you were startled by a choral uproar. The choir, made entirely of clergy, was the closest thing to Heavenly that they, or any sinner, could hear in Hell.
Honest efforts were being made to sing the hymns and profess the Gospel accurately. The pitches and incantations were perfectly admirable, even enjoyable... and surprisingly, all of this was all done in Latin. It was nearly enough to raise goosebumps across your flesh, your senses pleased by the perfect, harmonious progressions.
One among the nuns who sung, with strong, crimson features, met your gaze in the middle of the refrain. You felt the gaze burrowing into you deeper, trembling subconscious as the song made you sway along.
A pointed, yellowed smile graced your eyes as the deer demon sang along. The overall tone of the higher melodic line had felt like cashmere; it was refined and soft due to their(?) unique voice texture. It was a tone that you felt was familiar... a comforting one. You couldnt put your tongue on it, squinting slightly at the demure nun. They(?) seemed to notice your infatuation, their hands folding neatly together and clasping a fine, ornate rosary. Their hands were elegant, long and thin, reminding you of a Royal... surely, those hands were used for more than empty prayer?
You felt your mind run to impurities and sin almost instantly, panicking as you tore your sight away from the Nun. You felt your throat running dry as you shook your head in shock. You couldn't be thinking this way about a nun-- a NUN? Quite literally, a celibate being, devoted to God and His work. This felt... wrong. So wrong, even for a sinner like you.
Your legs brushed tightly against one another, hoping to stiffle the feeling that pooled in your core. You watched the way that the Nun's chest rose and fell, how the angular jaw was complimented by the small, bobbed tufts that framed it. Your eyes became lost in the visual stimuli as you pondered just how demure and sweet this Nun must have looked under the habit...
You bite the inside of your cheek as you felt the Nun's eyes still looking to you, as if they KNEW exactly what you were thinking. 'If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I might catch a cold,' your mind mimicked in their voice.
You felt indecent, completely exposed to someone who you should be regarding as an example of purity and devotion...
As the hymn finally concluded, the Priest dismissed the clergy. He was swiftly wrapping things up as the coffers and offering plates made their rounds around the room. The nuns assisted, coming row by row to collect generous donations and desperate offerings. You felt yourself stiffen as you noticed the red and black demon making their way closer to you, voice teeming with a startling sweetness.
"Blessings unto you, dear Sinner. Many thanks. ...Blessings unto you, dear. How has your mother been fairing--?"
As the velvety voice grew closer to you, you felt yourself unable to move, paralyzed with fear. What if they knew you were lusting over them so superficially? Would they be able to tell?
You nearly fell into the aisle as a sinner slammed into you from behind, thrusting money towards the chaste nun," Pl-Please!!!! Please, this is all that I have!!! Sister Alastor, Sister Alastor!!! Bless me!!! Bless me, Sister!!!"
The Demon nun took pause at your row, noticing you struggling under the weight of the sinner on top of you. Your lungs felt like they were being squeezed shut, unable to expand in their efforts. You pushed with all of your might, eyes closed as you fought back," W-Watch it, you f-- Ugh, you putrid FUCK!!! Get off me!!!"
Swiftly, Sister Alastor's hand was on the neck of the sinner, squeezing tightly as he gasped and gurgled. The nun simply smiled, head tilted," Dear sinner! Your penance is null and void if you cast discomfort and pain upon thine neighbor!" The nun's neck practically snapped at velocity they cocked their head up, looking downcast at the panicking demon. Unable to look up, you missed the smile Alastor wore, threatening to tear the demonic face of the nun in two.
"Take your vile hands and cast them into the River Styx... for your blood money is not welcome in these halls... Now leave this scared place. "
The sinner gasps, coughing and sputtering as he scrambles away, causing you to fall forward out of your pew. Just when you think you're about to eat shit: two large, taloned hands delicately hold you aloft.
"Are you unharmed, little lamb?" You blink for a moment, looking up slowly... only to find Sister Alastor's face an inch from your own. You stuttered as your hot breath fanned against his face, your legs threatening to give out under you.
"Y-Yes, Im-- I'm quite alright. Thank you, Sister..." You allow Alastor to place you back onto your feet, the hands of the docile-looking demon smoothing out your outfit and brushing off imaginary debris.
"I apologize for making you intervene. Thank you-- I would've been trampled to death, were it not for you." The deer Demon's smile could have made the devil tremble... but to you, it seemed entirely sincere," Thank me not, dear Lamb. For the Lord always calls upon his disciples to help those in need." Alastor takes a step away from you, bowing their head and giving you a polite curtsy.
"Alas, I must be away. But, should you need to seek council... the Lord always has room to hear out your wayward strifes and confessions." You reach out and almost touch the Nun's habit, sheepishly blushing when you sense the farmer's flinch.
"A-Actually... will the Priest be seeing anyone for Confession tonight? I... I have concerns. Concerns I feel like he could help me through... Im troubled, and just..." Your eyes are downcast, unable to look at the devilishly handsome demon," Im... concerned about my salvation. And need advice on how better to achieve it... or, if its really too late for me now."
You feel your heart leap into your throat as the Nun's head pulls off a complete 180° spin, the body following suit a moment after. Alastor clasps both of your hands in his own, smile wide and full of glee," But of course! Our hallowed halls could never deny such an honest soul seeking the Lord's guidance!" Alastor's head grows closer to yours, voice hushing. You're forced to lean in too, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"However, he will be unable to see anyone just yet. Return at the Witching Hour... he will have an audience with you then." Your eyes widened as you smiled back, eagerly shaking the nun's hands," O-Oh thank you-- Thank you!!! I appreciate that! I'll be back soon, then. Bless you, Sister Alastor! "
You nod and bow back to the nun, who regards you evenly but warmly, before watching you leave. You did not see the smirk that spread across Alastor's face... the glint of excitement that lights up his candy red eyes.
Oh, he knows damn well that Vox will not seek an audience with you that late in the night... who best to stand in for the Priest other than himself... the Mother Superior?
His mind festers with demented excitement as you stumbled out of the church, looking like a scared, timid doe... Oh, how he would enjoy seeing you again. He would need to prepare for your visit... after all, you would be doing your fair share of confessing AND atoning for your sins... your eyes hid nothing from him. And he was going to enjoy seeing them well up with blissful tears, a wanton expression gracing your cheeks...
The click of the nun's shoes echoed as he followed the other clergy members elegantly, his face not giving anything away. Oh Lord, how you've blessed him with a most delightful pleasure... he'd be sure to repent for his indecency later.
#nun!alastor#nun alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor x y/n#radio demon#alastor the radio demon#ahahah i tried keeping things tame but Nun Alastor makes my brain m e lt#i very much enjoy the blurssed imagery of alastor as a nun#i hope yall enjoy it too!!!#this was cranked out in one sitting so i hope this isnt SHIT AHAH
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IWTV INSP - MerMay Pt10: Sandcastles
“Merfolk have the ability to sing matter into shape,” Lestat said, like it wasn’t something insane to say. Louis stared at him and Lestat laughed.... “Mon cher, come watch this,” Lestat invited.... Louis watched Lestat closely. Lestat started to hum and a small patch of sand before them started to shift. Pale grains moving on their own in response to the tune, moving together like a liquid, like a--Louis didn’t even have a word for it. The hum became a song, notes without words, as Lestat sang them quietly with his eyes on the sand. The sand rose up, branching like...a piece of coral.... “Why don’t you try?” Lestat asked. “I don’t sing,” Louis said automatically... Louis looked at the sand. He wanted to try. “I don’t know what to sing,” Louis admitted.... “Pick something familiar, anything will do,” Lestat told him.... Louis started to hum, falling into the hymn of Veni Sancte Spiritus without thinking about it, his voice beginning to softly trace over the words of Latin.... Greatest comforter, sweet guest of the soul, sweet consolation. In labour, rest, in heat, temperateness, in tears, solace. In front of him, the sand shifted. Tiny turrets spiralling up, little walls building themselves around flat spaces of courtyards and the main bailey, towers and then the little chapel, and the main buildings forming in little blocks. The castle. His castle. “It’s your cage, Louis,” Lestat said, looking at it with distaste. “No, it’s home,” Louis retorted softly, poking at a turret experimentally, the sand crumbled a little under his fingertip. “Just because you claim it as your home doesn’t make it not a cage, dear heart.”
-- Excerpt from Part of Your World, by @weather-mood
A [FREE SPACE] entry for @vamptember's MerMay VC event!
MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS
MY THOUGHTS
I have once again fallen behind on my posting schedule. I wanted to get everything queued up way ahead of time, but got hella lazy. U_U
So yes, brace yourself for a blitz of posts as I try to catch up. 5 posts today & tomorrow; and then a gradually slower clip.
CC CREDITS
Singing from WA EP (Je t'aime ofc); Mermaid Mods (X X)
Fog Emitter FX mummywhirlwindstart, mummywhirlwindstartinter
(@solori) Radio and giant seashell by me | end table from SN EP
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Toga n Denki from MHA?? Preferably both genderfluid
Name: Toga, Himiko, Vamp
Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Bloo/Blood, Ick/Icks, Tox/Toxic, Love/Loves
Age(s): 17, permateen
Species: Superpowered human
Gender(s): Genderfluid, Vampiremonstergirlic, Deathcute
Orientation(s): Bisexual, hyperromantic, hypersexual
CisIDs: Superpowered, shapeshifter, Japanese, student, short, blonde, yellow eyes, abled, cisage, skinny
TransIDs: TransVillain, TransFamous, TransVampire, PermaBleeding, TransCotardsSyndrome, TransBPD
Paraphilias: Consang, Odaxelagnia, Sadomasochism, Zeusophilia, Haemotophilia, Opophilia, Fictophilia
Source: My Hero Academia
Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🦷:text, 🫀:text, 🩷:text, 🩸:text, [any combo of 🦷/🫀/🩷/🩸]:text
Roles: Fictive, obsession keeper
Personality: She’s cheerful and friendly, but she’s also obsessive over those that have caught her fancy- both platonically and romantically. He shows his love in… unconventional ways, but does genuinely care. They are confident but prone to mood swings and violence.
Appearance:
(By amaranthdahlia, novaneondream, and buttonheart)
Name: Denki, Kaminari, Zap, Chargebolt
Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, She/Her, It/Its, Storm/Storms, Zap/Zaps, Rai/Rain, Thunder/Thunders
Age(s): 16, permateen
Species: Superpowered Human
Gender(s): Intersex, Genderfluid, Fulmian, Tonitrian
Orientation(s): Gaybian, bisexual, demiromantic
CisIDs: Superpowered, Intersex, Japanese, student, average height, yellow hair, black hair, brown eyes, skinny, cisage
TransIDs: TransHero, TransFamous, TransHeterochromia (Black/Brown), TransBlack, TransBlasian, TransCaneUser/Caneian
Paraphilias: AAM, Masochism, Autobiastophilia, Plushophilia, Dacryphilia, Cordophilia, Merinthophilia
Source: My Hero Academia
Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, ⚡:text, 🌩️:text, 💥:text, 💛:text, [any combo of ⚡/🌩️/💥/💛]:text
Roles: Fictive, gatekeeper
Personality: He is friendly and social, encouraging the best in others. However, they are too confident for their own good, and they try to look cool- both of these together make them come across as a bit of a class clown who’s prone to flirtation. She is often considered a slacker, but she does know things- she just doesn’t care much for school.
Appearance:
(By piedpip3rrr, habken, and also piedpip3rrr)
Thank you so much for the req, and I apologize that it took so long!!!
#~ mod whistle#~ mod hymn#~ mod chorus#< woa whats that#pro rq 🌈🍓#pro transid#radqueer 🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#bah#build an alter#build a headmate#baa#bah blog#rq safe#rqc 🌈🍓#rq community#🌈🍓 safe#radqueer#pro radqueer#transid#transid safe
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fav sets of pronouns (including any type. So “traditional”, neos, xenos, archeo, etc)? Either in general or some alters favourites?
Doesn’t have to be pronouns you use
Sof/Sofs/Soft/Softs/Softself
Sof/Soft/Soft/Softs/Softself
Shy/Hyr/Hyrs/Hyrs/Hyrself
Hx/Hxm/Hxs/Hxs/Hxmself
Hy/Hym/Hys/Hys/Hymself
Shey/Sher/Shers/Shers/Sherself
Love/Loves/Lovie/Lovies/Lovieself
Nuggie/Nuggie/Nuggies/Nuggies/Nuggieself
Moss/Moss/Mosses/Mosses/Mossself
Li/Lich/Lichen/Lichens/Lichenself
Mo/Moch/Mocha/Mochas/Mochaself
Mocha/Mocha/Mochas/Mochas/Mochaself
-Mod Weeping ❤️ (there’s more but there’s some)
he/him, 他/他(when using mandarin/hanzi, pinyin is Tā/Tā, xi/xer, rrom/rroma, 🫁/🫀/🥩s/🔪self , tx/tex/texs/texas, lux/ray/luxs/rayself /triassic/jurrassic/cretaceous/paleo honestly? dumb/bitch that shit EATS oh and tyranno/saurusrex
-mod Luxray
fae/faer
Star/Stars/Starry/Starself
ink/inky/inkys/inkyself
poem/poems/poemself
moon/moons/moonself
crim/crimson/crimsons/crimsonself
sta/static/staticy/staticself
die/dice/dices/diceself
-Mod Starry 🌌
nae/nym/nyr/nyrs/nymself
and idk the full set but i know some people who unironically use nor/mal and i love that for them
-mod wonder
Ngl I really like it/its pronouns.
- Mod Avon 📖
hm maybe hy/hymn/hys? There’s something about them that I find pretty neat I guess
- Mod morpho 🦋
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I CAN FINNALY DO THIS GOSH
HERE'S SOME SONGS THAT FIT SOME INCREDIBOX MODS WHILE ALSO SHOW MY FAV ARTIST
TRIBAL:
ORIN AYO/BREAKTHROUGH:
WHITE:
XRUN:
GOLD:
(PLS TELL WHAT OTHER MODS SHOULD I TRY TO MATCH)
#incredibox#incredibox breakthrough#tragibox#orin ayo#incredibox orin ayo#incredibox gold#incredibox white#incredibox xrun#incredibox tribal#Spotify#colorbox
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Goat Headmate
[Pt: Goat Headmate]
Name(s): Goat, Gunther, Leader, Baphomet, Lorde
Age: immortal (mentally 25+)
Pronouns: They/Them, Th*y/Th*m, H*/H*ms, Sh*/H*r, Hy/Hymn, Rot/Rots, Curse/Curses, Bleh/Bleh, Lord/Lords, Sin/Sins, One/Ones, Kill/Kills, Hunt/Hunts, Maim/Maims, Prayer/Prayers
Gender(s): Agender, Godgender, Kamigender, Corruptgodic, Demongoatic, Agengoat
Sexuality: apothi-aroace
Species: Capra Hircus/Goat
Race: God/Demon
Likes/interests: gore, hunting, torture, horror movies, death metal, ritual sacrifice, sermons, prayer, adventure, woodcarving, playing pranks, mushrooms, nighttime
Dislikes: pop/folk/soft music, daytime, group therapy, boredom, vegetables, lying, disloyalty, disrespect
Boundaries: do not undermine maim, do not be invasive, do not baby sin, do not provoke
Fav/associated song: Hayloft II - Mother Mother
Sign-off: -🐐🔪
Faceclaim:
[Art credit: @/voidheartkisses]
Requested by: anon
Made by: mod 🖖🏽
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#mod 🖖🏽#tell me so i say#build a headmate#build an alter#headmate pack#anti endo dni#dni radqueer#endo safe#rqs dni#willogenic#endogenic safe
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NSHTN Personality Sheet! (aka Incendiary Dano Riddler, or Incendi)
Music Vibes to Match > Ambience: 3 Tonal Tracks without Lyrics SHE - DIGITAL AMBIENT DESIGNS - BOOT DBOKEY - ASMR TOPRE KEYBOARD [LEOPOLD FC660C 45g] MINDFULNESS ON MONDAYS - CALMING UNDERGROUND LAKE Negative: 5 Tracks with Lyrics and 'Negative' Themes KEYGEN CHURCH - NEL NOME DEL CODICE
youtube
MY LIFE WITH THE THRILL KILL KULT - THE DEVIL DOES DRUGS
youtube
AYESHA EROTICA - SYNTHETIC [Slowed + Reverb]
youtube
VIENNA TENG - THE HYMN OF ACXIOM
youtube
KASANE TETO COVER - AISHITE! AISHITE! AISHITE!
youtube
>>Footnotes:
|BUSDRIVER - EAT RICH
|AESOP ROCK - DOG AT THE DOOR
|LAURA LES - HAUNTED
Positive: 5 Tracks with Lyrics and 'Positive' Themes BUSDRIVER - NEW AQUARIUM
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OR[G]Y - OPTICON
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COMBICHRIST - THIS SHIT WILL F C U K YOU UP
youtube
GABEMTNZ - GLITCH IN YOUR HEART
youtube
KAYLA RAE - MAD?
youtube
>>Footnotes:
|POWERCYAN - DISCIPLES OF THE NIGHT
|DORIAN ELECTRA - DADDY LIKE!
|DUAL CORE - HOSTAGE DOWN
Favorite Foods > Three comfort, three healthy, three high class Comfort: - Poptarts - Pizza - Goldfish Healthy: - Carrots - Steamed Zucchini - Sweet Potato Fries High Class: - Salmon with Lump Crab - Hambone Pea Soup with Herbs - Herb-Roasted Multicolor Potatoes
Political affiliation, beliefs overview > How do these beliefs affect their daily life? General Far left anarchosocialist. Anti 'three letter associations'. Pseudoskeptic. Atheist. 'Positive' Strong believer in personal freedoms. Water and housing should be mandatory for all. Workers should unionize. All people deserve plenty of time off to handle their needs. Government is shackles. 'Negative' - get spicy A bit of a tech bro. Poses a legible threat to people with power. Anti-psychiatry with an unfair bias to doctors. Overly-positive outlook on deeply illicit substances (also uses them). Anti-theocratic, headache to people who are religious. Privacy paranoid.
Personality > What words describe them? Contemplative, intelligent, shy, hypomanic, paranoid, unstable, obsessive, hyper-empathetic, witty, cynical, touch-deprived.
Game Vibes > Five games that have their vibe NIGHTDIVE - SYSTEM SHOCK DRIZZLY BEAR - HACKMUD CREATURES LABS - CREATURES: DOCKING STATION FACEPUNCH - GARRY'S MOD CHUCKLEFISH - STARBOUND
Collage Vibes > Cite your sources! Square image board collage.
img: herbs | vines | latte | code 1 | code 2 | keys
tagging: @danosrosegarden @sweetums0kitty
#the riddler#danonation#edward nashton#dano riddler#nshtn#INSPIRED by theriddlerdiscordkitten's eddie hcs#/dev/writing/#Youtube#incendiary riddler
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