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cerealiii · 2 years
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Beauty an the Beast~ but which is which :)? I can finally post the full piece I did for @ChilumiZine ! Grateful to have been able to work with such an amazing group of artists and mods
—-cerealiii
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Foul Legacy Transformation from Genshin Impact
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kirby-dalziel · 4 months
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rare moment of peace and relative comfort as an abyss beast in heat
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that-foul-legacy-lover · 10 months
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as a Harbinger, Childe has a lot of physical strength, especially since he’s so dedicated to refining his fighting abilities. for this reason, tight hugs are very common, particularly ones where you run and leap into his arms after he returns from a long trip- those hugs are his absolute favorite, since he can scoop you up and twirl you around, laughing in delight.
little does Childe know, Foul Legacy is always watching from inside his mind, and his Abyssal half dearly wants to hold you the same way the Eleventh Harbinger does- Legacy adores you just as much as Childe, yet he barely ever gets to see you due to Childe’s fear of him accidentally hurting you.
but he wants to hug you, just once, so so badly, and the next time you jump into Childe’s arms, Foul Legacy impulsively takes control of their shared body. he immediately starts purring, unable to help himself, and you realize that Childe seems a lot bigger and more armored than usual.
you glance up, and Foul Legacy’s purrs fade into silence as he stares at you, doubt beginning to creep in, thinking that he did something wrong.
then you beam and snuggle your face into Foul Legacy’s lavender fluff, and he in turn trills in delight and spins around in the air with you in his arms, claws gently patting your head. and Childe, stored away in their shared mind, lets out a sigh of relief, a fond smile spreading across his face as he watches you love his Abyssal side as much as you love him.
(by the way my inbox is almost out of brainrot so feel free to send some in comrades <33)
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soreillia · 5 months
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The Devouring Deep
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blood-orange-juice · 10 months
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I wonder if this could be Skirk's Foul Legacy.
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Imagine her having a properly monstrous Foul Legacy form while Childe's FL is... whatever it is.
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pwurrz · 6 months
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WHAT THE FUCKKKKK IS HAPPENING IN 4.2
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petitexmagician · 8 months
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"How did he change clothes when he used that?"
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astranne · 2 years
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"Gaze Not into the Abyss, Lest it Gaze Back"
Yeah well, no one said it'd knock on my backdoor and ask to be let in. In broad daylight.
A Childe fic on how he survives the Abyss.
With much sarcasm and comments about his shitty life.
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genshinmp3 · 2 years
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Rapture of the Chaos from The Shimmering Voyage Yu-Peng Chen, HOYO-MiX
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dawnedon · 2 years
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Dawn has a myriad of purplish blue lightning- like scars on her body that she sustained during her fight with the Shogun. It was a miracle she wasn't killed outright by her, but her time and ttraining in the Abyss and her training with Electro specifically helped her a lot. It wasn't enough to allow her to overpower a god, but she had a fighting chance of not dying immediately.
These scars are prevalent along her chest, creeping up the side of her neck slightly. She also has some going up her legs, and along her arms. Oddly enough, the ones on her arms have been tainted black.
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Kinktober day 13/14: Monsterfucking + blood - Childe/Foul Legacy Transformation x reader
Warnings/tags: Monsterfucking, his dick is like 14 inches, fem!reader. Once Childe transforms, Foul Legacy gets it/its pronouns. Blood is mentioned, unrealistic sex, Foul Legacy is kind of horror movieified. Slight dub con. It sticks its tongue down your throat. You bleed from multiple things. Mentions of breeding too.
Reader really wants Childe to fuck her in his Foul Legacy transformation.
The first time you asked Childe to fuck you in his foul legacy form, he said no.
Immediately shut you down. Outright refused. Wouldn’t even let you start up with a word of argument- he was so violently opposed to the idea- convinced there was no way you could take that version of him, in any way.
But you were, if anything, stubborn. You were sure you could handle it! You knew you could! And you showed Childe that every opportunity you got- stretching yourself wider and wider till you could nearly take your whole hand. A proud grin on your face as you straddled him- giving him the perfect view to see exactly how much you could take.
You were just so determined to prove to Childe that you could handle it- and no matter how many times he told you “No. It would destroy you.” you persisted. Eventually wearing down his walls enough to just get him to have an open conversation about the topic.
You were curled up against Childe’s side, looking up at him as he stuttered in exasperation and desperately tried to explain to you just how bad of an idea this was. “It’ll break you- it'll rip you apart!”
“No. It won’t. I showed you I could take it, so you gotta at least come up with a new excuse.” You responded, huffing.
“It’s still a bad idea! Being exposed to that much abyssal energy is dangerous! It’s no-“ You cut him off, a bit of pride rising in your chest as you revel in having anticipated this argument beforehand. “I talked to Dottore. He said it’s fine.”
Childe frowns, choosing to set the whole bringing-a-mad-man-into-your-sexlife thing aside for later, and instead focusing on the current subject. “I don’t believe him, he’s not exactly trustworthy.”
“He’s competent.”
“He’s a psychopath.”
“But a competent one.”
Childe sighs, angling your head and looking into your eyes as he speaks in a more serious tone. “You don’t understand. When I’m like that- Foul Legacy isn’t me. I’m not able to control myself- it’s all instincts, there’s no self control, there’s no thinking, only doing. It’s-it’s like I’m an animal. And I don’t want you to see me like that and be… scared of me.”
You, very calmly and methodically, explain to him: That. Is. Exactly. What. You. Want.
After that night, it still takes another week's worth of convincing before you get him to agree, and then another week of prep before the big day. And when it finally comes, you can’t help but feel a twinge of regret over not listening to Childe’s warnings. Because oh holy shit. That’s a lot bigger than you had been expecting-
You had seen Foul Legacy before, of course, but only from far away. Up close was a whole new thing. It was 10 feet. Easily. Childe Foul Legacy absolutely towered over you, you couldn’t hide how you trembled and practically cowered underneath its watch. Dressed intricately in an array of dark purples and reds, purple sparks crackled and fizzled in the air surrounding it. The only hint of Childe remaining was the messy nest of ginger hair that stuck out from behind Foul Legacy’s mask (face? You couldn’t tell).
You understood what Childe meant. This wasn’t him, this was Foul Legacy.
“Is this what you wanted?”
You flinch as you hear Foul Legacy speak, forcing your head into a shaky nod. Its voice is deep, scratchy, and barely recognizable as Childe’s. Despite the words clearly ringing through the room, there’s no movement from its mask.
“Good.”
You could’ve sworn Foul Legacy teleported to infront of you. One moment it was across the room, the next, its black claws found your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.
You landed with a soft “thump”, getting no to time to catch your breath before Foul Legacy’s hands are already back on you. Its claws dig into your hips- tiny rivulets of blood flowing from where the razor sharp points pierces your skin- and it lifts.
A startled yelp comes out of your throat as your lower body is lifted up and Foul Legacy moves its head between your legs. You hardly get a chance to scream in horror as its mouth opens- a long, thick, dark purple tongue that immediately dragged roughly over your clit.
You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth as Foul Legacy ground its tongue against your clit. You rut your hips upwards, whimpering at the way its claws dug deeper into the fat of your hips in warning.
“Childe- Childe please!” You babbled, crying and grabbing at the sheets as you were forced to take the near painful grind of Foul Legacy’s tongue against your clit. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough, and the more Foul Legacy went on, the harder you sobbed, eventually, a painful orgasm crashing into you like a freight train.
Foul Legacy’s tongue continued to rub against you- working you through your orgasm till you were once again squirming in overstimulation.
You didn’t get any time to recover before you were once again dropped down onto the mattress- hazily worrying about the blood ruining the sheets before you froze.
There was no way. There was no way that was going to fit inside of you. It was at least 14 inches, for Christ's sake. And why the hell was it thicker than your upper arm?
You hastily pushed yourself up, opening your mouth to call out Childe’s name- only to have your ankles grabbed and shoved up past your head- your body now completely bent in half.
You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking as you felt that same long tongue flicker across were Foul Legacy’s bloody claws were holding your ankles- shivering as you felt it lick the blood up- eventually moving to the punctures on your hips and lapping up the blood that ran down your skin.
By the time you cracked your eye open, Foul Legacy had finished with the blood- bitting, licking, and sucking across your thighs as it made its way closer and closer to your still sensitive pussy.
You bucked your hips away, squirming and begging as you tried to get through to Childe.
“No no no no- Childe! I’m too sensitive! You were too rough! Don’t use your tongue again!!”
Foul legacy looked up at you, an angry growl and tight ting of the claws at your wrists was all you needed to be frightened back into compliance.
You bit your cheek and looked away, a whiny whimper escaping from your throat as the head of Foul Legacy’s monstrous cock rubbed against your sore clit.
Well- at least it listened to you-
Although you weren’t sure you were grateful once it started pushing in. No matter how wet you had been, it would’ve hurt either way.
You couldn’t help it, you screamed. loud and pained until Foul Legacy shoved its tongue down your open mouth, muffling your screams as the large muscle wiggled its way past the muscles at the back of your throat, leaving you sobbing and gagging around it as the painful stretch of its cock only grew worse.
All the while, you were staring up. Not at your boyfriend, but at whatever he had become.
Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you struggled to breath around the tongue intent on making its way down your throat. The lack of oxygen at least partially distracted you from the burning stretch of your hole.
Foul Legacy didn’t remove its tongue from your mouth until you were too lost in pleasure to care about the pain. You couldn’t help but scream- the way Foul Legacy’s cock bullied it’s way inside of you- going deeper and deeper with each thrust, till it could bottom out easily with each thrust-
You were absolutely leaking around its cock, babbling and clenching as each of Foul Legacy’s thrusts sent the bed rocking and you bouncing.
You were too far gone to even care when you looked down- seeing Foul Legacy’s cock covered in blood as It roughly thrusted in and out- growling things about breeding you, filling you up, telling you that you’d make such a strong mother for its offspring.
Even when you came, Foul legacy didn’t stop, fucking you through not just that orgasm- but another one after it. By the time Foul Legacy finally did finish, you were hardly more than a fucked out mess beneath it. It’s hips stuttering and grinding into you as it filled you with waves and waves of cum- till it spilled out from your pussy, even while you were still stretched out on its cock.
Even then, Foul Legacy didn’t pull out, it kept you on its cock, curling its massive body around you protectively as you fell asleep almost immediately.
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kirby-dalziel · 4 months
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hold me (sketch)
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When I read your blog I can't help but feel cute aggression go through my veins. And ohh It's bad. Like.. I know foul legacy is not like my cats but he's a cat! He just acts like a cat PLEASE. HE'S JUST A CAT.
and i just want to take him in my hands and squeeze his cheeks like I do to my cats, like how i pet their soft furr and kiss their little cat tummy. Ow but sadly he's not really a cat.. he's not squishy with his armor and he's so big i can't take him in my hands:( so I will just hug him and cling to him for dear life, so tight, till I'm satisfied
YES EXACTLY HE IS SUCH A CAT. BIG FLUFFY ABYSS MOTH CAT!!!!!!!!!
and i have excellent news... Foul Legacy may not be squishy, but you know who is? or at least, who's a little squishier? Ajax. he's mostly muscle, but he still has some softness here and there, especially around his cheeks and a little around his tummy. one of your favorite activities is smushing and pinching his cheeks, much to his dismay and your delight, counting every freckle that falls beneath your fingers. "I'll get you back for this." he mutters, crossing his arms and pouting as you chuckle and continue gently prodding the soft skin. you know that he will- or rather, Foul Legacy will- but you can't resist the urge to squish and caress his cheeks, and Ajax's pouts fade away into a blissful smile when you begin peppering his face with kisses
Ajax wasn't lying, though. the moment he shifts back into Foul Legacy your cheeks are immediately captured in a gentle grip, his claws carefully squishing and squeezing them as he rumbles happily. he nudges his head against your own hands, asking for the same treatment, so you do your absolute best to cup his face in your palms and swipe your thumbs over the dips and ridges until Legacy melts into your touch, gently pushing you over and snuggling down on top of you with a sleepy rumble. if you try to get up he'll look at you imploringly, slow blinking and letting out a soft, questioning whine until you sit back down and he happily nuzzles his face back against your neck <33
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Foul legacy Childe pls
I'm taking this as a horny request bc,, same
it would probably be deep into your guys relationship before this would ever happen
and he might (would) have fantasies about it, about tearing open your little hole(s) with his essentially magically enlarged cock
about being able to pick you up and fuck you while you dangle there helpless, and how he could easily overpower you with little to no effort
but, those would just be his 'you're not there, so he has to get himself off' fantasies
you don't really get to see him fight either, and he doesn't really use this form outside of fights because of the physical toll it takes on him, so you would only have descriptions of this form for the longest
until one day, you two are out and stumble across a few too many ruin graders, and even if you can fight, childe is always quick to be your protector, and he uses his foul legacy form in order to get it over with quickly
and as soon as you see him transform, my god your brain gets filled with ideas
because he's so,, big. did everything else grow in proportion? and the feeling of him towering over you, you can already feel yourself throbbing at the ideas of what he could do to you
he is a bit weak afterwards though, so your focus shifts to helping him, but later on when you're back home and you have time to think again, you decide you have to try and ask
so you do, tracing your fingers up and down his stomach, leading into his waistband slightly, and ask 'so,, just a random question,, is,, you know,, this? bigger? when you're like that?' as you say 'this' you brush a finger over his cock
he stares at you, kinda surprised, before nodding. 'a little, why?'
'you know why.'
so, even though technically he knows he really shouldn't use this form for this, especially after already using it earlier, all those little fantasies are rushing through his head and his cock is quickly hardening
so, within the next 5 minutes, he's standing there, giant, basically with only the armor covering his dick area gone. and 'a little' was a big fucking understatement
his dick Is AT LEAST a foot long, and you don't know if you should be more overwhelmed by the fact your boyfriend is standing at around 13 feet tall, or that his dick would easily reach your ribs once inside you. and that's just the length, it's around 4 inches wide as well
you don't know if you can even physically handle all that, but you're no quitter, and you haven't been this fucking horny in forever
and don't worry, childe makes sure your body is plenty ready for him, using those long fingers to stretch you out and get you wet enough for him to not completely tear you open
he also would force you on your knees to at least attempt to suck him off, he loves seeing you struggle to even fit it in your mouth, and how even when deepthroating it you can still use both of your hands to beat him off
he'll make you cry from the face fucking alone, and God you look so pretty with your face covered in his cum
now, he's ready to fuck you, and he would probably prefer to at least start in doggy so that he isn't crushing you with his huge body
once he is inside you, it definitely hurts at first, he's not even all the way in and he's already in your guts, but very quickly it turns into pleasure
childe is having a hard time controlling himself too, wanting so badly just to ram into you nonstop, and cum over and over again deep into you, but he knows he needs to be careful so he doesn't actually hurt you
however, once you are adjusted, and he's able to push himself all the way into you, he's abusing that dumb little hole of yours.
suddenly you feel like a fuck toy, hes holding you up and just slamming you over and over onto his cock, his hands are gripping into you so tightly that you can already feel the bruises forming
any noises from him that would normally be moans or whines are pure growls now, he's weirdly animalistic but you don't even mind
he's also degrading you heavily right now, while also telling you how pretty you look while stuffed with his dick, or cumming all over him, but you're such a fucking slut for enjoying this, you deserve to be fucking ruined
this form allows him to move faster than usual too, you're just getting fucked so roughly that you can barely think, all you know is that you can't stop cumming
he keeps cumming as well, this form allowing him to not lose any stamina from it, all that happens is he gets more sensitive and his need to be inside you grows each time
the phrase fucked stupid isn't even enough to describe what happens to you, you're pretty sure you passed out as soon as he did pull out of you. you have 0 recollection of anything except of how good your body felt, and how good his dick felt inside of you.
childe soon describes all the drawbacks of this form to you, kinda making you feel bad for requesting it, but don't worry, this definitely isn't the only time this happens
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year
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Thoughts on Childe fucking his darling while in his Foul Legacy transformation as punishment because they tried running?
tw - non//con, monster-fucking, size difference, implied kidnapping, obsessive behavior.
there are many thoughts. none of them are good for the reader, but there are many of them.
calling it a punishment probably gives childe too much credit. when he returns from a spur-of-the-moment hunting trip, when he gets back to the tuck-away cabin he prefers to reside in when his duties as a harbinger don't call him away from your side only to find glass spread across the floor and one of his coats missing from its hanger, 'discipline' isn't exactly the first thing on his mind. foul legacy just seems like a means to an end - a way to track you and hunt you and, most importantly, to tear down anything that threatened to put itself between you and him, to keep you from him for a second longer than absolutely possible. you haven't gotten very far (how could you, when you're trekking through the harsh snezhnayan wilderness, running from a literal monster?), and yet, by the time he reaches you, his breathing is ragged, his thoughts a mess, his body fighting just to hold itself together under the strain of a harbinger's delusion. it's all he can do to remember that he wants to keep you safe, not gut you alive. it's all he can do to remember that he loves you.
and, so, he loves you - there, in the dirt and snow, with one clawed fist wrapped around your neck and his masked face hovering a hair's width above yours. you cry and you scream and you beat your tiny fists against his armored chest, but pain is lost to him in this state, as are most things beyond the searing adrenaline pumping through his veins and the instinctual need to seek out any form of violence he can. curved talons leave raised stripes down your chest and back, a tongue no shorter than your forearm licks cum and blood off of your thighs, and a monstrous cock fucks you open raw - the outline visible against the flesh of your stomach every time he thrusts into you. by the end of it, you're on the brink of unconsciousness, and he barely has the strength to carry you home and get you into a hot bath. he doesn't mind, though, not when it comes to you, not as he watches you sink into the water - safe and taken care of and at his side. he's sure you learned your lesson.
and, if you didn't, he'd be more than happy to teach it to you again, and again, and again. as many times as it takes, until you know who you belong with.
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