#Mervin oc
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PinPin,
I would gladly, humbly, offer you my left asscheek for some art of the triplets [':
Granted I love all of your characters, the boyz have me in a chokehold
Ehh I'm likely not going to finish it, but here's something.
My inspiration is all over the place, and I keep drawing characters I haven't set up the introduction to. :">
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Babys first mark! Unfortunately, Shae got a little mixed up…
Mervin belongs to the wonderful @eldritch-spouse
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And so, Merv went on to bitch about cockblocking himself for the next three weeks and then promptly stabbed the fuck out of his crush when she didn't reciprocate his not-very-clear feelings.
The pissbaby and his bros belong to @eldritch-spouse
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What? Can't a guy have a sarnie in peace?
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The character design is charactering. Some other characters sketch up in TerraMyriad.
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OC stuff! The true identities of Pork Chopper, Frog Flipper, Patty Puree and Hippo Pot, as Compton best remembers each of them.
For context, see this post where I talk about my headcanons about Compton's Cookoff and the Boole family.
Some additional facts!:
I headcanon Compton as having been born in the UK - mostly because of his accent - hence why his dad is a British bobby.
Newton St. Peter got his name because Compton couldn't decide if he wanted to give him a scientific or religious name, so he went with both.
Compton met Patti after he joined the Animal Liberation movement. Together with Ryan, they pulled 'rescue missions' all over Europe. Compton got the animals to cooperate with his powers, Patti used her family's money to bribe their way around, and Ryan was the getaway driver. He'd always say "I'm all fired up an' ready to go!" when it was time to go. :V
Newton was born eighteen years before the Maligula incident - he was already a baby when Compton had that accident at the dog pound. Patti thought that Ford Cruller was taking her husband away to some kind of 'psychic therapy' to calm him down (which wasn't wrong, per se). She grew increasingly impatient over the years, thinking her husband had been sucked into some kind of cult. Learning the truth behind the Psychonauts and how Compton put himself in danger in Grulovia pushed her to divorce him, not helping his already fragile self-confidence issues.
Compton's psychic powers skipped a generation; neither Newton nor his wife Shelly are psychic. He didn't have the best relationship with his father to start with, since he spent all his time at Green Needle Gulch and rarely visited (apparently Compton floated the idea of inviting his family to live with them, but nothing came of it, possibly because he didn't think Ford and Otto would want non-psychics to know about their experiments). It only got worse after the Maligula incident and Compton refused to help with Dogen, after Newton had a front-row seat to a bully's head getting blown to chunks.
#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#psychonauts fan art#psychonauts ocs#compton boole#sam boole#dogen boole#boole family#boole family headcanons#Newton is basically the Stu Pickles 'I've lost control of my life' meme personified#Also I changed Mervin's name because it turned out Pork Chopper is actually called 'grandpa Mervin' in the level#And the pig you bring over is called 'Petey'#Mervin must have preferred the second name :V
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I'm normal about my AU, I swear, guys-(Reblogs appreciated!)
#mandela catalogue au#guardian alternate au#mark heathcliff#cesar torres#Elizabeth Marshall#Mervin Marshall#tmc o'brien#tmc preacher#tmc six#tmc stanley#sus gabriel#alternate gabriel#alt gabriel#tmc gabriel#tmc#the mandela catalogue#tmc alt cesar#tmc intruder#tmc ocs#tmc limbo#peter crow#ask to tag#I am sorry for being a menace when it comes to drawing stuff with Peter that has to do with Mark#it WILL happen again /j#my au#my art
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viljim shenanigans
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Movie Night - The Triplets
F/M/M/M (all cis) reader insert smut-fic featuring @eldritch-spouse's demon OCs, Ludwig, Obie, and Mervin. Ya'll can read this even if you're not familiar with the characters. It's very NSFW, 4000 words. Divider by firefly-graphics.
Hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort. Smut and a tiny bit of fluff. The sex is consensual, but there are dubcon elements (one kink is not discussed before hand or agreed upon). These characters are yanderes in their natural environment, but this piece is entirely mild on that front.
So without futher ado:
(reader who is typically self-assured and mildly controlling, and for unspecified reasons is currently living in perdition)
When you open the door to Katia’s, Ludwig is the first person you see. He straightens at your appearance, both intrigue and concern duelling for control of his features. The concern wins out when you don’t smile. No boasting or joviality at your bruises, and the smear of blood. No comment on the obvious scrap you’d gotten yourself into. When you step into the circle of his arms, silent, and lean in for a hug, he’s entirely shocked. Your mood must really be down if you’re looking for comfort.
“You okay?”
You don’t want to talk about it, closing your eyes and pressing your face against his shoulder instead. The bruises would heal. The scrapes would fade. You were depressed more than anything. It’s an effort for you to shrug. To reply. “Long day.”
Hesitant, he pats you on the back. You don’t typically go to the triplets for comfort, and you’re not sure they know how to give it, but it soothes you regardless.
“Why don’t you wash up? There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.”
You grunt your acknowledgement and leave him, flustered and covered in blood. You take your time in the shower, letting the hot water loosen your muscles. It stings as it runs over your open cuts. The defensive wounds on your forearms burn. It’s a welcome burn. One you have control over.
Ludwig paces in the lounge. Tries to will his arousal away. Seeing you covered in blood is definitely stirring, but your sombre mood put a dampener on things. He wonders how much the mask is slipping if you can’t even pretend to be okay right now.
Hastily he texts his brother. ‘U can stop looking. She’s home.’
‘Condition?’
Ludwig frowns. ‘Seems kinda bummed.’
‘Idiot. I mean is she still possessed?’
‘Don’t think so. She walked in herself.’
He stows his phone when you return, dressed in sweatpants and a loose top. You’re covered in a patchwork of bandaids and bandages, and Lud distantly wonders if he should have helped apply them. Probably.
You sprawl on the couch where you’ve been crashing with a sigh, and Ludwig blanks on what to do. You’re not usually this despondent.
“Can I sit with you?”
He gets a thumbs up.
He takes a tentative seat, surprised when you roll over and snuggle up to him.
You lose track of time, snapping to attention when Katia wanders in and starts fussing. “You look terrible, love. Are you okay?”
You shrug away the memory of being piloted like a meatsuit. “Nothing that won’t heal. I’ll live.”
The demon frowns, your depression and energy as obvious to her as the blood and cuts are to her son. “Tsk. Get some rest, love. I’ll tell Obie you’re home. He’ll cook you up something nice, I’m sure.”
You watch her leave, eyes catching on the purple figure in the doorway. Mervin had arrived.
You manage to dredge up a little smile. Pat the couch beside you in invitation.
He seems surprised to be invited, but joins you. He’s even more taken aback when you wriggle over, putting your head into his lap, and resting your feet in Ludwig’s. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but you’re feeling more than a little touch starved.
“Did you want to watch a movie?” Ludwig supplies helpfully.
You shrug, eyelids drooping closed. “Sure. Something light-hearted maybe.”
For once the pair don’t bicker over the remote, and soon some cartoonish plot is playing out on the screen nearby. Ludwig starts to rub your feet, and you let out a content sigh, nearly groaning at the contact. Hesitantly, Mervin’s fingers tangle in your hair. You lean into the touch, letting out another little noise, and soon he’s rubbing your scalp and combing out your trusses.
You close your eyes, just listening to the movie, when there’s a touch at your shoulder. Obie is crouching in front of the couch. “Did you eat today?”
Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food. “Don’t think so.”
The yellow demon frowns. “Let me get you something?”
With all you’ve seen today, you’re not confident in your appetite, but you shrug. Obie’s cooking is always a treat. “M’kay.”
You’re wedged between Mervin and Ludwig when he returns with a tray absolutely laden with hot food. You look at the array with raised brows.
“Obie...”
He winces at your tone.
“Sugar... honey... muffin... sweetcakes...”
“For fuck's sake,” Mervin groans. “He gets it.”
Obie is still concerned, but his cheeks are reddening with the nicknames.
“You’re going to have to get another spoon. I can’t eat all this alone.”
The demon brightens at your solution before racing off. When he’s back you both rip into the meal, with Obie glancing at you between bites, trying to gauge your reaction.
You’re tired, but not so tired that you can’t yearn for the normalcy of a sweet moment. With that in mind you sample one of the dishes, and offer him your spoon. “Try this. It’s good.”
His whole countenance brightens, and he leans forward to take your offering, tongue slipping out to clean the whole length of the fork, brushing your fingertips teasingly.
You roll your eyes at him, conjuring a tired smile. When the food is gone (Obie ate most of it), you relax back onto the couch. The gluttony demon sits on the floor by your feet, the four of you bathing in silence, decompressing after a long day.
You reach out and stroke the skin between his horns. “Thanks Ob.”
“Can I get you anything else, Peach?”
You close your eyes and hum. “Maybe some chocolate.”
He’s back before you can open your eyes, a whole block of your favourite brand in hand. You smile appreciatively, but instead of reaching out to take the treat, you open your mouth and lean forward. “Aah.”
Obie’s face darkens with blush. “You want me to..?”
You nod, impatient. It’s fun messing with him like this. He’s cute when he’s flustered.
His fingers shake when he breaks off a piece and feeds it to you.
Mervin snorts. “Pfft. Loser.”
You pinch him and let Obie finish feeding you. When half a block of chocolate is gone, you withdraw, sprawling out over Merv and Lud again, letting them ply you with soft touches and affection.
“Thank you,” you make sure to meet Obie’s eyes, drawing out the words.
He flushes before turning around to lean against the couch, drawing his knees up to hide what can only be a growing erection.
You nearly drift off, to be honest, spreading your legs a little, and angling your hips up when Ludwig massages higher, making his way up your calves and rubbing at your thighs. The tension finally leaves your body, and you stare up at Mervin with a sleepy smile.
He blinks at your expression, probably unused to such displays of softness.
Ludwig is massaging your inner thighs when arousal stirs within you. You squirm, face warming at his persistent touches. You don’t know if he’s doing it intentionally, if he has the patience – he's certainly taking his time, working his way back down your legs. You nearly frown as his hands move in the direction opposite to what you want.
Mervin is still watching you, his cheeks sporting a hint of blue – you realise you hadn’t seen him blush before. It’s cute.
Spontaneously you make a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger, grinning up at him.
Brows raised, he leans down, “What?”
You link your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him.
He goes still. The hands on your legs also freeze. If your eyes were open, you’d roll them. Instead, you slip your tongue into Mervin’s mouth, pulling him closer.
Finally, past the surprise, he kisses back, one arm supporting below your waist, the other working its way back into your hair. Hands resume movement on your legs, rubbing along your thighs. Lud’s claws are starting to dig into your flesh, and you know he’d rip your pants off if you let him. But you’ve no intention of rushing this.
Then Mervin grips your hair, making a fist near your scalp, angling your head back so he can suck at your throat. You hum appreciatively, going loose and pliant under his lips.
Obie whips his head around at the noise, finally noticing the commotion behind him. Nobody is watching the movie anymore.
Ludwig huffs, losing patience and pulling you upright, onto his lap. Mervin rumbles with displeasure, but only for a moment. Your back is pressed against Ludwig’s chest, and he takes over for Mervin, kissing your neck, sucking a line of bites and hickeys along your shoulder. Your legs are spread and pinned open with his own.
He’s rougher than his brother, and you tremble and whimper each time he bites too hard or grips you too tightly. Still, you’re exactly where you want to be, and you wouldn’t dream of pulling away.
You blink and Obie is sitting between your knees, hands going to your waistband. It’s not hard to guess what he’s planning.
“Tsk,” you warn him.
He pauses, and if his eyes could open any further you know he’d be giving you a puppy dog stare.
“We have all night.”
He pouts.
You hope he backs down. You’d really like to take this slow, and you’re not in the mood to have a standoff. But all is forgotten when Lud pulls your shirt up.
Obie’s attention immediately switches to your breasts; full and unclothed. You hadn’t put on a bra after your shower, and you can’t help but blush at the attention.
You tremble and arch when he moves to mouth at those, drenching them with drool. You hadn’t realised that with his long tongue, he’d manage to lick both at once, but it’s certainly a pleasant surprise. You whimper with anticipation at the threat of his teeth, their needle points grazing your flesh.
There’s another hand on your leg. Warmth at your side. Mervin has sidled up and is watching the exchange intently, his hand creeping up your thigh, to the top of your pants. This time you don’t stop them, instead spreading your legs further.
Ludwig huffs against your ear. “Needy.”
You ignore him, bucking your hips with desire. You don’t remember the last time you were caged in like this, and it leaves you feeling high with excitement.
Mervin’s fingers dip past your waistband, into your underwear. He traces your folds, finding your growing wetness before smearing it over your clit.
You jolt with the contact, letting out another whine.
“Be still,” Ludwig orders before latching back onto your neck.
You try. But between the teeth at your shoulder, the attention to your breasts, and the gentle but precise touches at your core, it doesn’t take long before you’re seizing and jerking as you come. Juices flood your underwear, and you shake with aftershocks.
Mervin pulls back his hand, sucking his fingers dry. At the motion Obie pauses to growl. “I wanted to taste her first.”
You’re too relaxed to resist. In fact, you sympathise with Obie enough that you grab one of his misshapen horns and guide him towards your crotch.
Ludwig chuckles behind you. “You’re forgetting something, babe.”
You frown and whine.
“Strip.”
Ah. That would help.
You wriggle until you can get your pants around your ankles, not helped in the slightest by the wrath demon holding you open. He does release you long enough for you to remove your shirt, though. When you’re done, you hesitate, some clarity coming back to you. Mostly naked on a couch surrounded by demons, it’s the most vulnerable you’ve let yourself feel in a long while.
Obie doesn’t wait any longer, pressing his face between your thighs. There’s a single, exploratory lick as he tastes you, slurping up the evidence of your previous orgasm. He groans, enthralled by the taste. Then his tongue is filling you, and you jerk at the sudden intrusion.
Ludwig holds you tight, burying his teeth in your shoulder and drawing blood. He reaches around to cup your breasts, claws digging into your skin.
You don’t have room to focus on the pain, instead occupied by the glutton’s tongue, and how thoroughly it fills you. You’d suspected its capabilities, but if you’d known it’d feel like this, you’d have jumped Obie sooner.
He writhes inside you, poking and prodding in places that are almost uncomfortable, before backing off to caress and stroke other parts of you. It’s- barely describable. Definitely a welcome sensation. Pressure builds inside of you – no, he’s not squeezing more of his tongue inside (yet) - he’s rubbing against your g spot. The pressure is another orgasm building.
You’re not sure if you’re able to come again so quickly, but the choice is taken away from you by force when Obie grips you by the thighs and stuffs himself deeper.
“Ffffuck,” you groan through your high, arching against Ludwig and coming again.
Obie doesn’t stop. Ludwig doesn’t stop. Mervin grips you by the hair and pulls your face to his, devouring you in another steaming kiss. You can barely focus on it, your mind emptying as your orgasm is prolonged and drawn out until you’re a shaking mess (did you just come from penetration alone?).
You don’t know how much time passes before the glutton comes up for air. He licks his lips with a flourish, looking satisfied. You’re flushed, staring at him through bleary eyes.
He barely notices, instead ducking back down for seconds.
Ludwig growls. “It’s my turn.”
Obie pauses, leveling that almost puppy dog stare at his brother. “But she’s so tasty.”
“Don’t care. You had a go.”
You’re suddenly aware of the hardness pinned against your back. The length of it is mouth-watering. And you’re more than a little fuckdrunk right now. Enough that you don’t think before you speak. “Both.”
There’s a silence as the triplets stare at you, brows raised.
You writhe against Ludwig’s grip. “Please. Now. Both.”
Mervin grins. “You heard the lady. She’s enough of a slut – I'm sure you’ll both fit.”
You whimper at the comment, grinding back against Ludwig. You might not be able to come again, but you don’t want the pleasure to stop. And you really want to be filled.
Ludwig rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry about fit. I’m taking her ass.”
You clench at the words, growing wetter with anticipation.
Ludwig lifts you high enough to free his cock. Lowers you down on to it and moves you back and forth, using your slick to lube him up. With the combination of your juices and Obie’s drool, there’ll be no issue.
Your heart starts pounding when he presses against your puckered entrance. He feels big, so big, and he hadn’t bothered stretching you, hadn’t bothered with prep.
He sheaths himself and it hurts. By the Gods and the Icons, it fucking hurts. You’re no stranger to taking things up the ass. But usually carefully. Slowly.
His hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your wail. You shake and seize, clawing at his arms, trying desperately to climb off, but his grip is steadfast.
You just need to relax. You know the pain will fade, that you’ll fucking adore the sensation, that you just need to relax and it will be okay, but fuck. He’d really stuck his entire length in, in one go.
You pound your fist against his thighs, hard as you can, cursing around his hand.
He only groans in response. Then chuckles. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re so tight like this.”
Even Obie is hesitating, waiting for you to adjust before rejoining.
“Just breathe, babe,” Ludwig croons at you. “Or keep struggling, it’s really hot.”
Tears slide down your cheeks but you listen to Ludwig. Clenching and unclenching over and over. It takes almost a whole two minutes before the pain fades. Before you’re able to relax against him, tension draining from your muscles.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against your ear. Then he fucks you.
His pace makes you gasp. Then whimper. Then moan. There’s no more pain, thank fuck, just breathlessness, and the sensation of being deliciously filled. Lud lifts you up and down on his lap with ease, treating you almost like a thing. A toy.
You reach out, trying to brace yourself, and end up bent forward, with your arms wrapped around Obie’s neck. You whimper and cry and swear against his ear and he lets you, stroking your hair until Lud pulls you upright again, using one hand to pull your arms behind your back.
At the loss of contact Obie blinks, snapping out of his daze. Then he grins at you and lowers himself back between your thighs, tongue darting out to taste you once more. He flicks at your clit, making you arch and whine, before dipping back inside.
You gasp and shudder, limbs twitching. You don’t remember the last time you felt this full. This stuffed. You don’t know how they’re doing this, how Obie can coax more of his sinuous tongue inside of you. Ludwig slows his fucking, and you’re entirely grateful. You don’t think you have a millimetre to spare inside of you.
You try to keep your eyes open, but everything is a blur. A wonderful, fuzzy blur. Your head lolls to one side and you lock gazes with Mervin. It’s no surprise to see him fisting himself, but you still groan at the sight. You lick your lips, filled with envy. Your hands twitch, and if Ludwig weren’t holding them firm you’d be reaching for the pride demon.
He smirks at your reaction. “Aw. Does our pet want to touch?”
You nod, nearly mindless at this point.
His smile softens. “Later, lovely. You look a tad occupied at the moment.”
You whine. It takes a monumental effort to string your words together. To remember the right things to say to the pride demon. “Please, Mervin. You look so good right now.”
He purses his lips. Cheeks bluing some more. “Oh?”
You don’t know how effective your begging is going to be when you’re teary eyed, your hair is plastered to your neck with sweat, and you can barely vocalise your thoughts with the way Mervin’s brothers are fucking you, but you still try.
“-wanna touch, wanna taste, please, please, please, bet you’ll feel so good-”
He goes silent, eyes narrowing as he tries to keep his composure. But the way he bites down on his lip and grips himself harder are easy tells.
“-bet you’ll taste so nice-” it’s hard to speak between Ludwig’s thrusts, “-you look so hot right now-” your head is spinning. “Please Mervin,” you whine his name.
Obie comes up for air to scowl at the pride demon. “Take a hint, Mer.”
With the glutton out of the way, Ludwig pauses long enough to turn sideways, bending you forward so that you’re spread across the couch again, kneeling, with your head nearly in Mervin’s lap. He keeps hammering into you, but with the new angle you’re inches from Mervin’s cock.
You crane your head to stare up at him, awaiting permission. Any other time it might chafe to do so, but you’re so buzzed right now that you have no problem sliding into the submissive role.
His restraint breaks. Finally, he angles his hips towards you. “Go on, then.”
There’s no finesse in your actions. The angle’s not ideal and it’s hard to get a good rhythm with Ludwig’s fucking, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You’re practically drooling, mouthing at his cock and licking up the sides before sucking on the tip. You swirl your tongue around, trying to make him feel as good as you’re feeling, fitting as much of him into your mouth as you can; sloppy in your enthusiasm.
The hands in your hair turn to fists, and soon he’s thrusting up into your mouth, making you cough and gag. You try to relax, focusing on just breathing and getting fucked at both ends. It’s a fruitless effort and soon your eyes are lined with reflexive tears.
There’s no warning before Ludwig comes in your ass. You relish the way he twitches, clenching hard around him, wishing desperately that there was something in your cunt, or that you had some friction against your clit. You could probably come again with some assistance.
You shudder when Ludwig pulls out, his cum leaking out of your hole. You can feel the stares on your ass, and can’t help but squirm, moaning around Mervin’s length. He’s deep enough in your throat that he can feel your noises.
Suddenly you’re wrenched off his cock and being led up by the hair.
“Sit. Now.”
He makes you straddle him, not even hesitating before grabbing you by the hips and plunging into your pussy.
You thought Ludwig was rough. Mervin surprises you with the force of his thrusts, one hand still fisted in your hair while the other grips your thigh. Your jaw falls slack and you’re powerless to stop the sounds from escaping you. Obscene moans, breathless grunts; all manner of lewd sounds.
“You. Noisy. Slut.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips. “You could have just said you wanted to fuck me. You must feel so honoured right now. I don’t do this to just anyone, you know.”
His words blur together as you lose focus. You know he’s just talking himself up, that all you have to do is nod and agree. Still, you can’t help but tune back in when something brushes against your clit. You writhe when it presses harder, and a glance down reveals the spade of his tail pressed flush between you.
“Are you going to come for me again, pet? Show me how good I make you feel?”
Insufferable as he can be, you don’t plan to argue, spreading wider, trying to grind against his tail while keeping rhythm with his fucking. It’s nearly impossible. Your limbs feel like jelly, and you just want to collapse on top of the purple demon.
You must look as fucked out and pathetic as you feel, because somebody takes pity on you; another pair of hands come to rest at your waist, lifting you up and down on Mervin’s length.
You let yourself go slack; your arms give out and your face presses against Mervin’s shoulder. If you had more brain function left, you might be struck with just how arousing the situation is; somebody else pumping you up and down Mervin’s cock.
You look down. Yellowed hands grip your waist. And past them Mervin’s tail still grinds against you; the demon now able to direct more attention to your clit.
Part of your mind skitters towards the demon behind you. The strength of his grip and the press of his erection against your back. But he doesn’t do more than support you, lifting you up and down. You’re not sure if you’re glad or disappointed. Especially as your next (and hopefully last) orgasm starts to present itself; coiling in your core and making your legs shake.
Mervin’s claws dig into your skin when he shudders and comes inside you. Obie lets go of your waist, but you keep grinding against Mervin’s lap, whimpering with need. He couldn’t stop now, not when you were so close.
Somebody laughs. You’re released, collapsing into a heap on the couch. Pushed onto your back. Legs spread.
The touches don’t stop. Thank fuck.
Brutal pressure against your clit until you’re a shaking mess, gasping and coming with a series of ungodly noises.
Then the room is still.
You might just pass out. Partially, at least. There’s the sound of the tv, still going. Some voices, accompanied by gentle, but firm touches.
“-put her clothes back on would ya-”
“-needs to shower, idiot-”
“-thought humans weren’t supposed to sleep in the shower?”
You’re too floaty to care for the bickering, just appreciative when somebody dresses you and you’re sprawled across the couch again. There’s more discussion; soft, mindful of your presence. Then hands at your hair. Fingers at your legs again, unknotting any sore muscles.
You crack your eyes open. It looks as if everyone has returned to their previous positions.
Obie is sitting at the foot of the couch, his head a few inches from your own. He catches your stare and gives you a smile.
‘You. Me. Later,’ you mouth to him.
He flushes.
#fuckkk it's finally written#i hope mommy pinnie likes it#i wrote it with my whole ass pussy#and i can't stare at it any longer because when i ruminate on smut for too long i start hating how i wrote it#obie totally got cucked here whoops#guilty writes#imma reblog this to my main writing blog too#ive just posted it here first since these are yanderes and might be better suited to this blog
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I think I will now drop my Jonah HCs !!
Buckle in, boys, there's a reason why I call myself the CEO of him/hj
Things he likes
Drums!! He used to always sneak to the band room in high school in order to practice on them. At least, before he got a set of his own and all.
Honeybuns! Always loved them. He in general has a sweet tooth (blame weed brownies) but always catered to honeybuns. Any time he shoplifts you'll most definitely find him pocketing a honeybun somewhere.
Weed. This is canon, yes, but he's also tried out many of the other drug methods and hated them, simply stuck to weed.
Physical affection. He's prone to hugging and cuddling. He will hold his friends' hands if they're cold, or flop on top of them if they're stretched out on a bed (all strictly platonically). This is more pronounced when he's high.
Things he dislikes
Authority. You've never seen a man be so spiteful towards the law before/hj
Going back on promises.
Cats. Not even in the funny cat alternate way he's just allergic.
Littering. He always makes sure to pick up after himself and will make sure no one he knows/sees litters.
Social
Whenever he meets someone- unless in a formal or professional setting- he will make a nickname up for them almost immediately. Nicknames include Ads, Sar, Eevee (Adam, Sarah, and Evelin respectively), and so on and so forth.
ASK HIM ABOUT ANIMAL FACTS.
He has DEFINITELY learned some whale facts as a kid just to spite his namesake. So y'know. If you ever happen to find yourself swallowed by a whale--
"Trust me on this. You get eaten by a whale. End of the world, right? NO. Curl into a ball, reduce your surface area. That way, those whales with teeth won't chomp you as easily and you'll just make a harder time for the whale."
He has a wonderful ability to make friends, but most times he chooses not to in favor of hanging out with the ones he cares for most.
Fiercely cares for his friends. This one's a given.
Sceeeene !! Of course, in order to avoid standing out in the era of Being Wanted By The Fucking Feds, he toned down his fashion taste and looks to dark greys and blacks. But before then, he was very much an eyesore. Taste the rainbow mothafuckaaa
He's the type to goof around a lot, so he will poke-poke teasingly or start impromptu pillow fights. This gets even more pronounced when he's high.
Easy-going.
Very... dog-like in personality. Golden retriever of a man/hj
He can and will start impromptu road games while on a drive. Expect him to spot a Volkswagon Bug and LAUNCH A PUNCH—
Mental
He has anxiety. This causes him to overthink... a lot.
He has a tendency to try and blanket his negative emotions or play down bad situations by joking about them. Sometimes it helps him process it! But most times this essentially turns into bottling up his frustrations, which... well. We all saw how that turned out in v2.
He's convinced himself that most times it's just better to walk away than to face things head-on. I repeat, we all saw how that turned o
Educational
Fucking LOVES biology. Always had an interest in animals and plants. He went to college to study biology :)
Keeps a few bugs at his place. Names them after celebrities so he can say shit like "Beyoncé's new roommate Madonna arrived yesterday. They immediately started fighting." and not provide any context to it.
His dad (mentioned up next) wanted him to go to law school. He just ignored that
Familial
His father, Mervin, is a lawyer. He was rarely home.
This left him with his mother, Clementine (OC), who was... eh. She was the bare minimum.
One fateful day, she ran away from them with 50k from Mervin's savings and never returned. In a panic, Mervin sent Jonah off to his grandpa to live with him while the lawyer strained himself to regain the money.
This left Jonah essentially without proper parents, only his abuelo. This is where he learned Spanish, at least!
He has a younger brother he doesn't know about, named Lucas (OC).
Miscellaneous
Peruvian. Obligatory
Will always be overtly dramatic about going to lay in bed. He'll usually do some extravagant dive onto it or something.
Bouncing off the last one, this man LOVES to sleep.
He's always had a hyperfixation on ghosts and the phenomena of spirits, even before he met Adam. Of course, any time too much fuckery happens, you bet your ass he's out of the place and back in their vehicle/observation area, on the cams for other evidence (ghost orbs, etc), or reviewing spirit box recordings.
He shoplifts. He knows all the good tips and tricks of stealing small items.
He's a goddamn furnace. He can have a simple t-shirt and sweatpants on and he'd still feel like he just hopped out of the Sahara.
Very proud of his hair! He loves it. In my HC it's a silver-ish, with just a hint of purple in there.
Has read the JJBA manga.
His favorite movie is The Lion King! He's basically adopted the hakuna matata ideology for his own
He's a big optimist. He'll always try and see the good in things, because... well, it's gotten him this far, hasn't it?
Whenever he listens to music he finds catchy, you'll likely see him tapping out a drum beat, whether it be with his hands or feet.
Likely has ranted before about how common 2/4 beats are in music and how annoying it is.
Likely has ranted about many other things- silly and serious- relating to his interests. He can just do that. Good for him <3
He can and will find ways to always joke about things, whether it be good or bad
Listens to a variety of music, he likes stuff ranging from breakcore to metal. Anything with a good beat.
He usually drives the car but sometimes he takes shotgun so he can watch the scenery fly by.
Demisexual+biromantic, he/him+they/them (when he feels more fluid.)
Started smoking weed because of getting MAD as a kid. He's since forgotten why.
Convinced himself Always believed alternates didn't exist.
Ended up dying via alternate.
#i think i will update these as time goes on i dunno#'i have jonah hcs in my head you guys couldn't even comprehend'#<- FINALLY. you guys can comprehend them now#anyways. jonah <3!!! blorbo from my horror series hyperfix#jonah marshall#jonah marshall tmc#mandela catalogue#mandela catalog#tmc#jonah my belonah
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WIP Wednesday
hee hee hoo hoo its thursday here in australia anyway im writing more fanfiction of @eldritch-spouse's ocs. Here's a snippet.
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“You should consider yourself lucky that I’m still willing to associate with you. That I’m willing to do this.”
Your head spins when he pushes your face sideways, gaining access to your throat. He kisses his way down your neck, across your shoulder. Not shy about using his teeth to punish you.
His other hand slips below your dress. He grips the hem of your underwear and your breath hitches. As much as you enjoy leading him along, you could get used to this. Mervin's display of dominance is doing things for you.
“I’m lowering my standards so much just to do this with you. So, you’d better hold fucking still.”
#im sorry im simping so hard for him#i need a pride demon who secretly adores me to be mean to me#wips
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I'm curious, how would Mervin react if we just immediately started vibeing with his brothers after being introduced, like, known them for 20min and we're already practical best friend sorta deal
He'd very likely say you "are no better than his loser brothers", but he can barely stifle the smile in his face and his tail is damnably wagging behind his legs.
It's great that you get along, even if he's a tad jealous that you're hitting it off with them so effortlessly. It means things are more likely to work out, and that you'll love his mom too.
He likely subtly stood back and watched you bond with Obie and Ludwig before inserting himself into whatever activity you're doing.
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I thought he'd look nice with green eyes, I hope that's okay-
Merv belongs to @eldritch-spouse
#also took a bit of ⭐artistic license⭐ with his tail#de GRADE me daddy#my art#art by doodle#character art#mervin#mervin oc#eldritch-spouse#not my oc#oc art#demon#demon oc#pride demon#pride demon oc#yandere demoni#yandere monster#mosnter oc#monster man
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Alright, y’all asked for it!
Thank you @sergeantsporks for the first note!
And @the-arson-author-gamer, you know me too well.
This is actually going to be a two parter because I went over the image limit. 😂💀
Starting off with the blorbo!!! @draal-the-deadly and @donkeyklone have both called DR!Merlin an oc, so I’d say he counts lol.
Charlie is also an oc now too?
My very first oc, formerly named Eleanora! She’s now just Eleanor.
I made these two while messing around with character designs, but I did come up with a little backstory for them.
The first lady is a blind noblewoman, and the second lady’s her bodyguard.
They’re best friends!
Hildred, the first official oc I made in Artbreeder, and a knight of the round table!
Asheworthe, the starter villain of Emerald Embers! His full name is Kennard Osgar Asheworthe.
Egbert, another knight! He tends to be rather scared of magic.
Rachel, a coworker and friend of Barbara’s!
This guy! He’s pretty plot important, so I can’t say his name yet.
A mermaid princess!
Mama and Papa Casperan!
Her mother, the queen!
My first adoptable, Mantis!
Three out of five adoptables I got from @geckoodles! I’ve decided the second troll is going to be Mervin the Monster Dealer.
A third dragon! No name yet :(
This creature called a Grave Tender!
A villain adoptable! I named her Galea!
My first fairy oc!
And last for this one, my first mermaid!
#mine#my ocs#tales of arcadia#trollhunters#wizards#toa ocs#Merlin Ambrosius#DR!Merlin#charlemagne the devourer#hildred cooke#kennard asheworthe#egbert kendrick#rachel rogers#mama casperan#alwyn casperan#mantis the dragon#adoptables#adopteds
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Jesus Christ
My God I ain’t keeping my promises huh?
Sorry for disappearing again, I got unexpectedly busy during December, and I never got around to getting to the art pieces yet.
I thought to make a post again to clarify that I am not dead lol
I deeply apologize for not posting as much as I expected to do, but what can you do. We all got lives to live. Anyway, since I am still planning to art I am curious about what characters you want to see first. Do you want to see the alternate characters or do you want to see the main victim characters for this AU?
You decide. (Yes this is yet another poll)
Happy Polling! I’m looking forward to see your responses.
Oh, and Happy New Year of 2024!
#atomicdela au#mandela catalogue#mandela catalouge au#adam murray#cesar torres#history au#jonah marshall#mark heathcliff#how many times am I going to keep dying lol
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explain all of your aus in 30 words or less GO (you dont have to but if you do i will give you a kiss on the cheek /j /p) -(formerly coward) imaginary anon
OK i’m going to assume. i get 30 words for each one so
mark lives au: 34 year old man has the worst time of his life ft. the saddest duo you’ve ever seen
tmc fantasy au: dave is tumblr user evilwizard. worst dnd campaign ever
the floppa catalogue: big floppa don’t open the door
tmc time loop au: you know who else is stuck in the same 3 days? you know who else is stuck in the same 3 days? you know who else is
vol 2 survivors au: jonah lives to see among us
mad alternate au: mental illness turns people into demon monsters. thatcher has a horrible time
omordela: someone tell the emo cop that living in a homoerotic noir film dream world for 17 years won’t bring back his friend. please
mandela become human au: david cage you’ve done it again. but it’s different because mandela
tmc lucids au: interests crammed into each other. sarah can dream hop
chnttmc: camp here and there but it’s in wisconsin. also jedidiah is replaced by an emo
tmc apocalypse au: what if i was a zombie and your teammate killed me. and we were boy best friends
laptop’s haunted au: mark gets stuck in a laptop and decides to be a little shit about it. thatcher once again has a horrible time
dave is mark au: a self-insert in sunglasses? MARK HEATHCLIFF THE SELF-INSERT IN SUNGLASSES?
alternate son au: dave and mervin being the worst roommates and the worst father figures to a demon
tmc revival au: i can’t remember much about this one. adam and jonah come back but they look super fucked up
possessed jonah au: religious man accidentally possesses a scenecore stoner. chaos ensues
gaslight gatekeep ghost au: sarah summons a demon. the slay button is NOT hit
tmc fnaf au: ourple thatcher davis ☹️
the hawthorne catalogue: oc story mixed with tmc. jonah gets dragged into the woods it’s funny
tmc conduit au: thatcher gets possessed by tens of thousands of ghouls and none of them are paying rent
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