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bastigone · 3 months

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Useful Pest (18+) (NSFW)

GN!drow x Kar'niss (Bg3)

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Summary: An unnamed drow thinks of a better use for Kar'niss than just holding a lantern

Warnings: BDSM, restraints, degradation, pincer-fucking, unspecified genitalia, oral sex, drider sex, like can't stress enough they are fucking a half spider

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A drider, pale of flesh with a halo of odd-blinking eyes around his face, crouched in the corner of the old horse shed. The stall was cramped for a creature of his size, made to house hooves and manes, not eight legs and an abdomen. He kept his hands folded nervously over his chest, fingers twitching with purposelessness.

“Our purpose, She gave us…” the drider whispered unbidden.

“Silence.” The drow, tall, lanky, built of shadow and silk, commanded. The drider cast all seven eyes blankly to the dirt floor of the shed. With deft practice the drow unhooked the white, glowing lantern from the staff, giving the caged pixie a shake for good measure. “What She asked of you is irrelevant, Kar’niss.” The drow looped the lantern’s ring onto one of the rafters, sending the last traces of green shadow from the shed.

“Our purpose,” Kar’niss insisted, eyes never straying from the dirt floor.

The drow paused, black boot tapping once, twice, then stilling. “Your purpose is whatever I damn please.” They took a determined step toward the drider, taking his bowed chin in their hand and wrenching it upward. “Unless you wish to return to your duties, unsatisfied. Alone.”

“N-no, we did not mean-“ Kar’niss stammered. The drow smiled, patting the side of his face.

“As I thought.” They let their nails dig into his cheek, only briefly, before standing back to their full height.

They moved next to the drider, deftly stepping past his cramped limbs. An absent hand moved to his protruding abdomen, caressing the side with practiced precision. The drider let out a desperate whimper at the contact, causing the drow to click their tongue. “Patience.” They chided, reaching their other hand to coil the silken thread that protruded from the drifter’s spinneret.

“We are patient,” Kar’niss said, nodding and placing his hands out in front of him. “We await a new purpose.”

The drow took the coiled thread and turned, wrapping it expertly around the drider’s wrists. With a flick of their wrist they tossed the rest of the thread over a rafter, pulling it taught. The drider’s arms rose above his head, suspending him so his legs scrabbled on the dirt flooring.

“Good pest,” the drow said, running a finger down the chitinous plates on the drider’s abdomen. “Can’t have you touching me unbidden.”

“W-we would not touch,” Kar’niss said, his arms straining just enough as he took a breath to speak, “Know not to touch.”

“You say you know better,” the drow said, dragging their finger down the drider’s abdomen and stopping just shy of his waist, “You know only what I let you.” The drow folded their arms, tilting their head as if thinking. “I could make you watch tonight. Leave you strung up like a slaughtered beast while I take my pleasure.” Kar’niss’s waist pincers seized in response, a faint clicking noise rising from the back of his throat unbidden. The drow laughed, reaching out and cupping under his chin. “But perhaps I desire to touch tonight. Perhaps,” they paused inches from his face, allowing their lips to hang slightly open as their words hung in the air.

With a tug they yanked the thread, wrenching his arms above his head and pulling him back from their face. They chuckled, wrapping the thread around their palm and keeping it taught. The drider’s abdomen hovered above the floor of the shed, his legs straining to keep some contact with the ground. The drow leaned down, letting out enough thread to keep the drider suspended as they moved. With a practiced hand they ran their fingers along the crease where the humanoid abdomen fused with the chitinous hide of the spider half. Their fingers danced across the waist pincers, focusing on the claw-like protrusions at the end. Kar’niss’s many eyes blinked asynchronously, a clicking hiss rising in his throat.

“And to think, some say driders have no sex organs,” the drow said softly, more to themself than to the drider, “Avid lovers of Our Lady of Spiders, yet they know nothing of their dance.” They leaned in, their tongue darting over the end of the pincer. Something close to a purr escaped the drider’s mouth, only to break into a yelp as the drow’s teeth closed around the pincer, though briefly.

“C-cruel,” the drider whined, scrabbling backward only to run into the back of the stall. The drow scoffed, releasing the pincer and licking up the drider’s chest. They paused as they neared his mouth, With their free hand they pushed up his lip, eyeing the sharp fangs lining the inside of his mouth.

“What is cruel is a mouth unable to pleasure me,” the drow said, “I may use my teeth as I wish, as you are nothing but teeth,” they wrapped their hand around the drider’s long, white hair, pulling his head further down to meet them, “I will bite and rend until all that’s left of you is a chittering skeleton aching for a lantern. And you will thank me.”

“Y-yes,” Kar’niss hissed, “We are th-thankful.”

“Good,” the drow said, “I want you to taste me tonight.”

“W-we have many teeth,” Kar’niss said, unable to keep the shock from his voice, “You have not-not allowed us to-“

The drow gave the long hair a yank, causing the drider to stumble forward, leaning against the rope. “I have asked one thing of you and you dare refuse me?”

“N-no, no we will-“ the drider stammered, sticking out his long tongue as an answer. “We will taste.”

“Good pest,” the drow said, disrobing. They let the rope fall slack. Kar’niss bent down, head low, pincers bowed against the ground until he matched with the drow’s waist. The drow placed a hand on the back of the drider’s head, wrapping their fingers in the long hair. Kar’niss began with a nervous flick of his tongue along their sex, followed by a second. “Useless thing.” The drow snarled, pushing the drider’s face against their sex.

Kar’niss’s tongue moved hesitantly, then quicker as he struggled to keep himself upright against the drow. His inexperience led way toward pure devotion. The drow moaned as his tongue explored their body, gripping his hair tightly.

They pushed him back, panting, a satisfied smirk on their face. “Good pest. I see you’re not all teeth.” They placed a hang under Kar’niss’s chin, raising him up from the dirt. They pulled his face close, darting their tongue out to taste themself on his lips. “You will fuck me until I’m satisfied. Then perhaps,” they paused, looping their arm behind the drider’s head and threading their fingers through his hair, “Perhaps you can cum.”

“Y-yes, we will s-satisfy,” Kar’niss said, breath caught at the closeness of the drow.

The drow reached to their pack for a knife, cutting through the bounds on the drider’s hands. With practiced elegance the drider lifted the drow, resting their legs on either side of his waist. His pincers shivered with delight, clawed hands gripping the back of the drow as he drove inside of them. “Good, my vermin,” the drow crooned, their hands gripping against Kar’niss’s hair. With a shudder the drow fell forward, their body spasming against Kar’niss. Kar’niss caught them with his hand, his legs shaking.

“Please, we are…close. We cannot—“ he chittered, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Cum for me, pest,” the drow panted, “Do it.”

Kar’niss pushed back from the drow. With an eerie, chittering cry that echoed off the walls of the shed, Kar’niss climaxed, sending a web of shimmering liquid into the dirt of the shed. His legs buckled, sending the drow spilling onto the dirt of the barn.

“Useless thing,” the drow snapped, standing upright and looking over the shivering, panting drider. “We will go again until you learn not to drop me!”

“We are sorry,” Kar’niss hissed, his seven eyes lidded in bliss, “We will make up for it, yes, we will pleasure until the Queen calls, we will not fail.”

“Good little pest,” the drow said, running a nail along Kar’niss’s jaw, “Now, again.”

#bg3 #kar'niss #drider #monster fucker #drow #smut #baldurs gate 3 #karniss

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im-too-obsessed-with-huskerdust · 1 month

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FINALLY DONE!!! HUSKERDUST FAN CHILD!

omfg I’m so bad at drawing “humanoid” figures but I tried my best and it took me ages. Might make a fanfic out of it. (Extra pics and facts below the cut)

Husk is trans ftm.

Husk carried Mira.

Mira came out as a Demi girl(she/they) at 12, everyone supported them.

During pregnancy, Husk took it as an opportunity to sleep all day every day.

Angel wouldn’t stop calling their future baby “un miracolo” so they were already used to calling them that when she was born.

Once Mira learned to crawl, you couldn’t stop them. They were super fast with all four arms.

Mira’s eye placements are loosely inspired by Arackniss’.

Crymini is like the cool older sister who visits at least once a month to hang out.

Cherri and Fizzerolli(this au is deeper than it seems) are the cool aunt and uncle(they’re not together).

Charlie and Vaggie are the godparents.

Valentino doesn’t know.

Husky has refused to let Alastor even be in the same room as Mira unless it is the lobby of the hotel.

Arackniss visits whenever he can.

Fat Nuggets is very protective of Mira.

Nifty is a good big sister but is not allowed alone with Mira.

Features:

retractable second and third pair of arms, she only rarely uses the third pair and they didn’t know that she had them for ages.

She can’t jump as high as Angel, but she is still half jumping spider so it’s still pretty impressive.

Retractable wings, she rarely uses them but can fly(just not very well, Husk is teaching them)

Glowing pink eyes and tongue

Maybe more but I’m tiered

Feel free to ask questions

( @musiccats2010 )

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husker #hazbin husk #mpreg #huskerdust fanfiction #fan child #miracolo #translates to miracle in Italian just if it wasn’t obvious

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weministertomonsters · 1 year

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The Abominable Drider (Ceyli)

“Don’t bother screaming,” her abductor said as soon as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

He looked sympathetic but didn’t seem particularly interested in helping her. Still, she had to try.

“Please-”

“No. I have tried this before and my master punished me severely,” he said, pulling his collar away from his chest so that she could see the patchwork of scars. “So I will refrain from helping anyone in the future.”

“But you can also escape,” she said breathlessly. “You have the keys.”

“No, I will always stay by my Master’s side,” he said, crouching beside her to loosen the ropes around her ankles. “Go on, if you’re lucky you will be received as a new toy rather than food. However, I cannot guarantee it.”

“What is in the cave?” She stammered.

The man grew impatient and shoved her past the metal gate, slamming it behind her. She clung to the bars and attempted to plead with him, but he rolled his eyes and stomped away. She sank to the ground and put her head on her knees, sighing. Crying was useless. No one was coming for her but at least she didn’t have to go any further into the cave. She cradled her knees to her chest and shivered in her thin cotton dress. Despite everything, she began to doze, her head lolling against the wall and eyelashes fluttering as she fell into an uneasy slumber. She woke up a few short minutes later as something brushed against her foot. She jerked her leg back, stifling a scream as she looked around wildly. It was just a mouse, those she could handle. She watched the small furry thing scuttle off into the dark and sensed something else watching her but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find anything amiss. That was until she looked up and saw something crouched on the shadowy ceiling. It was too dark to see much, but the long arachnid legs and multiple glowing red eyes told her enough. Whatever it was, it was enormous, some kind of giant spider creature with thin strands of hair drooping from a head that hung upside down with the rest of the body. Surely one of the experiments.

She didn’t dare scream but began to shiver until her teeth chattered audibly. She couldn’t look away despite the horror. The creature eventually shifted its position, and she couldn’t help but let out a scream, scrambling to her feet and running further into the cave away from it. She could hear the stone ceiling grind under its numerous limbs as it followed her. That only scared her more, and she ran blindly into the dark until she eventually fell into something. Exhausted and breathless, she rolled onto her back and patted around. Whatever she had fallen on felt like cloth, but it was also wispy and slightly sticky. Webbing. What had she done, fallen right into its nest? She twisted to blunder out of the soft creation, but the creature had caught up to her and towered in the entrance of the silky cocoon. She could vaguely make out the shape of it with the little light that came from the entrance to the cave. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel the veins in her throat jump. She squealed and flattened her body against the web as the spider inched closer, plucking at the web like it couldn’t see very well. She lay still, hoping that maybe it would pass her by and she could sneak away, but her hopes were dashed as the creature began to skitter over her and realized what it was trying to find was right under itself and it paused. It leaned its humanoid upper half down and she glimpsed a snub nose and twitching mandibles before fear got the better of her and she was screaming again, expecting to be eaten alive. But the pain never came. Her eyes blinked open to see that face still hovering above hers.

“Done?” The creature whispered. “Very much noisy, you are.”

“Please don’t eat me!” She cried out. “P-please.”

The creature hummed and she shut her eyes as its face got even closer. Its soft mandibles patted her face, stroking her skin. “No,” the creature said. “Not eat. Very pretty. Too pretty to eat.”

Relief eased the tension in her muscles until she remembered what the man had said about “new toys”. Was that fate a better one?

“Please get off,” she said, wiping the tears away from her face. “I promise won’t scream again.”

“No, soft and warm with a nice smell. Ceyli likes it here,” the creature declared and promptly settled its furry lower half on her body, taking care not to put all of its weight on its new acquisition.

She wasn’t sure what to do and thought that struggling might make things worse, so she lay there and tried not to sneeze as the dust in the creature’s fur tickled at her nose. Those mandibles patted her face again and she closed her eyes to protect them from getting poked. The spider ran her hair through its mandibles, chuffing and mumbling quietly. And then, it moved on to the rest of her body. She tried to leave it to explore in peace, but when those mandibles patted curiously over her breasts, she had enough and pushed its face away.

“Softer than most humans I have known,” Ceyli declared. “I like it.”

She grumbled in embarrassment and squirmed away, rolling onto her stomach to try and pull herself out from under it. While she endeavored to do so, those mandibles leaned down to give her butt a friendly pat-pat.

“Soft here too!” Came the delighted cry from the spider.

Annoyed and fearless as a result, she rolled over and kicked. The spider caught her ankle before it could land a hit and huffed.

“Humans. Only two limbs you have. What will you use to walk if one must break off?”

“Our legs don’t break off,” she said. “Let me go.”

“No. Let me feel your funny small limbs.” The mandibles swept from her foot to her knee and she almost jerked her leg away, a small laugh escaping her.

Ceyli did it again, to hear her laugh. She laughed even louder and continued to do so until their mandibles ventured a little too high, tickling her upper thigh. No longer amused, she kicked and caught the face. It barely hurt, but Ceyli retreated, crouching in the entrance to their nest and waving their mandibles, upset.

“Little human so soft, yet act spiky,” they complained. “I am much hurt.”

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I was practicing drawing on my phone and created the most hilariously ugly drider I have ever seen. And that inspired this story. Now, Ceyli is a tarantula, but he's not a "purebred" drider because he's a prototype created by a scientist. So he looks wrong, with more limbs than he should have and broken spinnerets that cause him to uncontrollably leak silk.

#exophilia #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster love #terato #monster x human #drider

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delunesnumberonefan · 14 days

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sketch time

you will sit down. you will look at my horrible little women. And You Will Appreciate Them

no this is NOT going under a cut you will see the blood sweat and tears i put into belialah's demon form and you will appreciate it, me, and saskia's off the charts world class monsterfucker status

we got saskia. we're familiar with saskia--or at least you should be. go look at the art by korppipoika and give them so many notes--this post will wait. and while you're out, look at the post about the matriarchs too. and if you're not up to date on saskia and belialah, here's another one for your list. i'll be here when you get back.

up to date? excited? horny? me too!!

so we got those two. in order for the images: saskia (recent), belialah (first draft, still happy with this and haven't been able to capture this vision since)

we got their dynamic:

saskia being a bitch and belialah being, despite everything, head over heels. still can't quite nail belialah's human face, but we're learning

...it took me a long time to nail down belialah's demon form. it went through a lot of drafts---many of which i am not sharing. this one is the oldest one i'm willing to share:

i believe this is draft 3? patch notes from earlier drafts: 4 fingers instead of three, took out "humanoid" eyes, added floaty halo bits. other than that, this is what it's mostly stayed true to. chase gave me an inspo and i remixed it and made it worse because i love body horror. so we have this! extra joint between the wrist and elbow, loads and loads of eyes, sharp teeth (yum!), wings, and a broken halo plus the big horn. love her. she has spider legs below her waist--she has "skirts" that are made from her skin that she usually wears (has?) over them.

made some eensy sketches for ideas:

i tinkered on size, proportion, posture, etc. it's vague, but not exact for either of them. i want a bigger height difference and this is for me first and foremost

i settled on this body type for saskia:

no nipples so she's not naked :) this is for anatomy reference, tumblr. ANATOMY. be so nice to me ;-;

ignore the stuff at the edges, this is part of a larger project idk if i'll finish where i look at all the matriarchs and their body types. saskia is the most...well, besides ethalind, the most hourglass shape. this is the most recent drawing of her i have besides the one at the very end, this is the one i would say is most canon. hence why it is included--the last one i have doesn't quite hit right for me. still working on consistency.

as i improved my art, i wanted to take another stab at belialah. which meant figuring out her lower half.

i did these ones reeaaally recently. i looked at so many things for inspo: crabs, spiders, human pelvises, centaur speculative biology, drider speculative biology, an introspective look at how much of a monsterfucker i am, etc. until i found something i was happy with. these are within the last few days. the lil sketches at the far bottom right of the first page are what i settled on. after that, i tinkered with how she looks with skirts vs no skirts---ignore the sword, it's no longer accurate to what it actually looks like, but that's endgame shit and no spoilers :)

i'm really happy with how she's turned out and i think she's kickass and awesome and i can't wait to beat her and saskia into the ground.

and then we have:

team gaslight gatekeep girlboss :)

i drew this last night!! really happy with how my art is coming along. i hesitated on whether to draw the skirts, because i think the spider legs are so fucking cool and i know logically the skirts are there but tbh its funner drawing the spider legs than the skirts :(

i want to make it very clear: belialah is submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive, to quote a post i once tagged as gilt and lost. belialah is loyal, devoted, willing to protect--but will wait for an order before acting

btw, to make something else clear: saskia? saw the demon form first. is more attracted to the demon form than the human form. is far more willing to smash with belialah in demon form. i love my weirdest little freak of a woman <3

ok that's all bye

#roselyn talks #roselyn's art #love and war #saskia tag #belialah tag #the empress and her shadow #please come talk to me about the worst women in the world i love them so #body horror #too many eyes #eyes cw #idk what to tag #sorry i forgot these initially i hope i got them in time :<

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tanjirou-no-au · 1 year

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Kamabokos as Lower Moons

Kanao

Douma’s personal project, and to an extant kindred spirit, rescued from slavery and ascended to Demonhood on a lark.

Pale and humanlike, the only indications of her true nature being the kanji scrawled across her fractal petaled eyes and the glint of fangs as she begins feeding.

A glutton not just for flesh, but of emotions, assisted by her Blood Art, an imitation of Douma’s, with which she generates and controls a flexible, crystalline substance similar to ice.

Aside from weapons, these crystals can solidify any blood they come into contact with, and instill a sense of apathy in the victim as Kanao begins to feel what they do.

This culminates in her ultimate technique, Blooming Wisteria Forest, creating a grove of crystalline trees that shred her opponents to ribbons as they stand there, uncaring of their fates.

Among the Lower Six, she would reach their apex, first in line to assume Waxing title should one of her superiors fall. Among the Upper Six, she would instead bear the title of Two.

Tanjirou & Nezuko

Where one of these siblings goes, the other follows, even into Demonhood.

Tanjiro is the demonic to the Yoriichi Zero Type, a porcelain doll with six arms, each pair wielding a seven branched sword.

It is with these swords that he produces his Blood Art, superheated ash meant to choke his enemies and burn them inside & out.

His Ultimate Technique, Burning Dragon, ignites the ash into a flaming construct which he controls using his families’ ancestral dance.

Nezuko by contrast fights with fist, foot, and the vine like protrusions that sprout from her back and thighs like whips, igniting them at her leisure into a scorching magenta flame.

These vines true purpose are showcased by her Ultimate Technique, Infernal Garden, where she encases her victims in flaming bulbs, burning away their flesh to preserve their skeletons, which she can later release as soldiers.

Amongst the Lower Kizuki, these two children of flame occupy the Second and Third positions. And while Nezuko mirrors this placement amongst the Upper Ranks as Waxing Three, Tanjirou, with his command of the original Breathing Style, is granted the illustrious title of Waxing One...

Genya

A tragedy of misunderstanding and impulsiveness drove Genya into Muzan’s grasp, who twisted him into a towering juggernaut, scars turned to terrible maws and blood boiling with hatred.

Genya possesses a burning hatred of slayers that mirrors his brother’s enmity of demons, and he has made a habit of taking fallen Slayer’s swords, melting them down with his flaming blood and remaking them into his own demonic arsenal.

His Ultimate Technique, Breathless, is even more terrifying, as his maws open as one to literally steal the breath from his opponents lungs, leaving Slayers deprived of their primary weapon.

A younger Demon, amongst both the Waning and Waxing Moons he retains the rank of Four, though his sheer hatred and potential for growth leaves him as one of Muzan’s favourites...

Inosuke

Another experiment of Douma’s, Inosuke was changed as an infant to see how Demoic might interfere with natural growth.

What resulted was a creature more beast than man, a pretty face dangling like an anglerfish’s lure in front of a massive mountain of flesh and bone twisted into the shape of a monstrous, spine covered humanoid boar.

His form is constantly mutating to take on the features of wildlife, from bladed wings more fit for evisceration than flight, to shedding hairs to irritate lungs and eyes in the vein of a spider, to venom and poison from half a dozen beasts concentrated into a potent cocktail.

His Ultimate, Mountain King, turns him into Gaia’s wrath incarnate, his flesh spawning hordes of twisted creature to overwhelm his opponents, with an entire farrow of demonic boars leading the charge.

His mountainous strength but lack of wit and unwillingness to traverse beyond his mountains earns him a lower position amongst the Kizuki, either as Waning Five or Waxing Six.

Zenitsu

A coward and a pervert, demonic Zenitsu possesses noe of the redeeming determination to better himself his human counterpart ultmately possesses, turning the boy’s surprising tenacity towards much darker goals...

A skittering thing, with too long limbs capable of startling speed and six ears constant searching for trouble, always fearing confrontation.

But when forced into a fight, He can unleash panicked screams capable of bursting eardrums and electroconductive skin and blood comparable in strength to lightning bolts before shooting off in a flash off light and sound.

His Ultimate, Yakusanoikazuchi, turns his flesh into spears that travel at the speed of sound and summon lightning when they hit. This electricity lingers, turning the battlefield itself into a shocking hazard that herds his enemies in.

Among the Waning Moons he clings to their bottom rank, but a promotion to the Waxing ranks has given him the confidence to seize the position of Waxing Five from Inosuke...

To clarify rankings:

Upper Moons (1->6). Tanjirou, Kanao, Nezuko, Genya, Zenitsu, Inosuke.

Lower Moons (1->6). Kanao, Tanjirou, Nezuko, Genya, Inosuke, Zenitsu.

#KNY #KNY AU #KNY Roleswap AU #Kamaboko Squad #Tsuyuri Kanao #Kamado Tanjiro #Kamado Nezuko #Shinazugawa Genya #Hashibira Inosuke #Agatsuma Zenitsu

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nuwanders · 9 months

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tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @mareenavee (thank you both!) to take part in this tag game. had a lot of fun with this one-- was just the push i needed to get me back in the zone of longfic writing. timing couldn't have been better! :')

not sure who has yet to have been tagged, but tagging @wispstalk @creaking-skull @ervona @gilgamish @profanetools @lucien-lachance @oblivionposting and @stormbeyondreality

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“So you really weren’t joking,” she said at last, putting the letter to one side. “The emperor. By the gods. No-one’s dared assassinate an emperor of Tamriel for two hundred years.” Mathyas scoffed. “Because it famously went so well for us last time.”

From Chapter 30 of King and Lionheart, Journey's End

A line from your fic that makes you sad

She found the opening to her tent with some difficulty and dropped like a stone onto her bedroll, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She wanted to scream, gods, she wanted to Shout. But she just lay there in silence and wept. Anger like this was more than any frail mortal body could be expected to take.

From Chapter 28 of King and Lionheart, The Silence Has Been Broken. jórunn my baby gorl :'(

A line from your fic you're proud of

The blackness evaporated away from the light, revealing dozens of chalk-white, bloated figures clinging to the inside of the pit, humanoid in shape but so spider-like in movement, crawling over the walls towards them. Their withered mouths and hollow eye sockets gaped like inkwells from the milk-white flesh of their faces.

From Chapter 20 of King and Lionheart, Under Saarthal (Part II)

A line for your fic you think could have been better

Too many "[They] were silent for a moment"s to count. Still haven't found a good alternative to this-- sometimes people are just silent ;-;

However the title for worst line in the fic goes without a doubt to this:

A low whispering sound filled the air.

like gorl.... :/ i'm not even going to say what chapter this was from. It's been edited out, but it haunts me to this day. A low whispering sound filled the air... god.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“Am not,” Cassathra pouted, half-heartedly shoving him away. But J’zargo just laughed, then pushed some hair away from her neck. “And oh, what is this?” he teased. “Been having some fun with the pretty half-elf, hm?” “Stop it,” said Cassathra, self-consciously pulling her hair back over her neck. It was a relief that it was now long enough to do so. “J’zargo would say he told you so, but that would be cruel. So how was it? Did she teach you how to sing? How to dance the horizontal jig? Did she practise her—” “Stop it,” Cassathra snapped. “I mean it.”

From Chapter 31 of King and Lionheart, Hitting The Books. I love J'zargo with all my heart, to be clear-- but he can be Much sometimes

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

“That’s alright,” Raydrin murmured. He longed to be holding her again, longed for so many things, and his heart ached with the effort it took not to reach out and just squeeze her waist. But Jórunn had apologised—had forgiven him—and he trusted her enough to know that she meant it when she said she would tell him the truth. That was all he could ask for.

Also from Chapter 28, The Silence Has Been Broken. ;-;

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

The two large, fleshy sacks of the spider’s jaw parted and began to chew on the dissolving creature, tearing it apart and slurping it up. His stomach turned as the threads of cobweb fell away, revealing brown fur and the remains of a small mammal, possibly a rabbit or a hare. Mathyas stayed there and watched until there was nothing left of it but the bones.

From Chapter 22, Whispers on the Grapevine.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

“Oh, how the ape-queen does dance into clever Reynard’s snare,” he sang. “You should take Cicero’s cap, mistress, for you’d make a better fool—”

From Chapter 30, Journey's End. Like @mareenavee I had to really fight the urge to use Raydrin's "Ash yams-- boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew" line for this, but that one is maybe just a bit too on the nose. There are actually three Easter eggs in the line above, of varying levels of obscurity-- please do let me know if you recognize any!

A line from your fic that's shocking

“We’re serving a particularly good vintage of Surilie collequiva,” said Malborn. “If milord is in the mood for a red.”

From Chapter 26, Diplomatic Immunity (Part I). It's not particularly shocking without context... but iykyk

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Velothi theology is far simpler, or at least, it runs that way in Redoran circles; our freedom of will is considered self-evident, for though the gods may interfere in our Nirnly affairs (as our own Mephala is wont to do), the very fact they are able to do so speaks to the nature of fate as a malleable thing.

From Man Amongst Gods: A Chronicle of the Last Dragonborn.

ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT--

#tag game #my writing #thanks again!!!! <3 #the more i think about the first one the less sense it makes #why is astrid saying that like 200 years is an unusually long stretch of time to go without any emperors being assassinated #...whatever

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rpgsandbox · 2 years

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25 Witch's Swamp Adventure Seeds

by Robb at readytorole.com

A legend around town speaks of a girl who traveled alone into the swamp and drowned in a lake. Now she pulls those who wander too close to that same lake in with her.

There have been reports of charred, walking trees after a recent fire in the swamp. Supposedly the embers still burn within their bark and they hurl flame at those they find.

A couple of local hunters and their hound went missing in the swamp. When a search party was sent after them, all that was found were the hunters’ boots and the hound’s collar in front of a large tree.

Laughing can be heard throughout the swamp at all times, and it only gets louder when someone tries to run away from it. Last week someone started laughing uncontrollably with it and had to be dragged out of the swamp so they could regain composure.

Camouflaged goblins native to the swamp use guerilla warfare and nets to capture those who wander in. They then sell them to a witch who lives there, but no one knows what for.

Children keep mentioning being able to hear lullabies coming from the swamp but no adult can hear them. A few children went in the explore and one of them has gone missing as a result.

An older merchant was seen entering the swamp and passing through a boulder as if it were not there. When others tried to follow suit they were blocked by the boulder itself.

A caravan has been moving through the swamp, and every night someone disappears. They finally made it out having lost a dozen people, and there is no trace of their existence anywhere.

A tribe of frog-like people try to sell their wares along the edge of the swamp, but attack and rob anyone who won’t partake in buying from them.

A local woodsman found a sunken chest covered in muck in the swamp, and besides a few coins he found a silver ring and put it on and now claims that he is hearing voices. No one seems to be able to take the ring off and he is contemplating cutting off his finger.

Dark scaled lizardfolk carry around witches on palanquins as they cast spells turning critters into monsters, who then in turn leave the forest looking for a meal. Why are the lizardfolk serving those who pervert their swamp?

Deep in the swamp is a soothsayer of old.She’ll tell your future, but in exchange you must agree to take on part of her curse of bad luck.

A keep has surfaced through the marsh, half risen up through the mud and still partially underground. No one has dared explore, but cackling and screaming comes from inside.

The shadows in the swamp don’t always follow the sun, moving on their own accord. Some claim to have seen the shadows take humanoid shape and flee.

After some ancient dragon bones were uncovered, a coven of hags have been seen in the midst of a ritual. They’ve been at it nonstop for three days and the locals are worried they might be trying to revive the horrible creature.

Many years ago a butcher was found to have been killing people in his shop and left in the dead of night. Recently people have claimed to see him standing in the treeline, covered in his bloody butcher gear, but only for a moment before he disappears.

A tribe of trolls native to the swamp have left, citing being enlightened by the swamp goddess for their change of temperament. That’s great for the locals, but now rumors abound on who or what this swamp goddess is.

Rapidly, spiderwebs have begun to cover every inch of the swamp. Spiders, half-spiders, and mutated spider humanoids have been seen on the outskirts, dragging in bodies covered in spider silk.

Travelers in the swamp have to be careful of the green mud, otherwise it climbs and grows quickly until it encloses their entire body. After an hour they begin moving again, but now as some kind of mud golem.

Elves who enter the swamp say they can see ghosts, but it seems no one else can. Just yesterday an elf was acting strange and later claimed he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body.

Skull shaped clouds rise from the center of the swamp where a witch supposedly lives. When it reached the town it started to rain down green, poisoned water killing flora and fauna who drank it.

Poorly made signs fill the swamp warning people to stay away. Curiously, a cave with the supplies for these signs was found but no one has returned to it in a few days.

Animals have been coming out of the swamp mutated recently, including snakes with wings, frogs with scorpion tails, and eight-legged wolves. Aside from freaking out the townsfolk they are also hyper aggressive and need to be dealt with.

A witch doctor needs an herb deep inside the swamp to heal their tribe’s warriors who have become sick. This herb is in a small grove where dryads won’t let trespassers in unless they can prove they are kind to nature.

A variety of fungi have been growing all over the swamp, including some who can move around on their own. Those that can move have been attempting to bring travelers to a patch of other fungi whose spores put creatures to sleep.

#RPG #Dungeons and Dragons #adventure hooks

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ace-and-sleepdeprived · 6 months

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so i’ve been think a LOT about my dragon rider spidersona idea and while it’s VERY work in progress rn i wanna share a few details i have so far!!

the sona’s name is Aneirin Kelkian, and she’s a 17-year-old half-elf who got ostracized by her human father’s village shortly after finding out her mother’s origins as a female elf, and she currently lives in a small scrappy settlement deep in the forest where spider dragons, known as the Scaled Aranaea, live. when she was 12, she encountered a hurt Aranaea and helped it, slowly gaining its trust. she named him Oleander, beautiful yet deadly. dragons aren’t trusted in her world, but like HTTYD, Aneirin trains Oleander, and she becomes known as the Rouge Spider, a mysterious figure who managed to tame a Scaled Aranaea and protects villages and settlements from the tyrant kingdom trying to wipe out the other humanoid creatures of her world, Pryla, or Earth-5741A.

[aneirin and oleander’s relationship in a nutshell]

#spidersona #atsv #across the spiderverse #adrian writes

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dogboymanbirddogman · 11 months

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[image id: two digital portraits of an ultrakill oc, arachne prime. she is a pastel violet prime soul with a humanoid upper torso and head that cut off at the rib cage, revealing purple bones all the way until her lower half, a spider centaur. her limbs are lined with purple stripes, and on her chest, face, and upper thorax are x shaped markings with two additional strokes crossed through the higher two marks. she also has two sharp vertical lines running over her bust, and two x marks on her shoulders.

the first portrait depicts her in bright blue armor comprised of a welding mask with eight beady red eyes, two small shoulder-pads, and two claw-like gauntlets which reach to her upper arm. she has bright red tubes of blood running from her left shoulder-pad to her right upper arm, as well as wrapping around her right shoulder joint and connecting it to her right wrist, and tying the welding mask to her face. she has four blood-filled pistons emerging from her back. all of her armor components are drawn with thick black line art.

the second portrait is identical to the first, minus all of her armor and blood containers. all of her natural body parts are as described in the first paragraph, and drawn without line art. she has no facial features besides the x marking. her hands are spindly and claw-like, similar to the gauntlets, but resembling needles rather than a lion’s paw. on the back of her head is a shape closely resembling her abdomen, and drawn to look like a human hair style. /end id]

my ultrakill oc :3 she’s the guy whose been modding all the husks into cyborgs. she was struck down by heaven for being more adept at the act of sentient creation than heaven was, similar to the story of arachne who was turned into a spider for being better at weaving than athena. she starts the fight in a “flesh cocoon” which has a second phase involving it sprouting robot limbs and chasing v1 around. once she is released, her first phase is her attacking you with the help of her armor, and her second phase is when her armor is destroyed and she resolves to kill you barehanded.

#RAGGHHRRH SORRY FOR LONG DESCRIPTION #i didnt want to miss any details ;w;#art #ultrakill #ultrakill oc #prime soul #fanart #dogboy drawings

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caffinedragon · 6 months

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The Meeting of Two Ghosts.

Durge x Kar'niss

Takes place several years before the events of the game.

R'yleh(Durge), sends a prayer to his mother and patron to find a way to have something or someone for himself that isn't tied directly to his father's ambitions. (Sorry Gortash) His mother gives him an answer in the form of a Drider.

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R'yleh sighed as he walked the mountain pass towards the shadow curse.

"All right Ma. What was so important your making me miss Envy's strategy meeting?"

He looked down at the Eldritch compass that had been pointing towards the curse for the last few hours.

"Ugh. Please don't let it be in there. It's dark. It's creepy. I don't wanna go in."

Thankfully, after he got about a half mile from the border, the compass arrow suddenly and with force turned to the left.

"Oh thank fuck."

He turned in the direction and began walking off the path for a few minutes before the compass's arrow sucked into the middle, flashed, then lit up the bottom jewel of the two that rested in the lower right "corner".

He looked down at his feet, and found tracks.

"Tracks? Why tracks?" He kneeled down to look, mindful of his familiars scorpion like tail as the pseudo-dragon dozed on his back.

One of the set of tracks were intimately familiar too him. The round holes pushed into the ground could only be one of two things. A giant spider or a drider.

The rest were boot prints of at least 4-5 humanoids of various sizes.

The tracks led off into the woods, and even from here he could hear the shouts of the men further in.

"Koto." The black pseudo dragon on his back perked up.

"Go scout ahead towards the shouting. Show me what you see."

He nodded before turning invisible and taking off.

Not five seconds later Koto telepathically communicated the scene.

There were five men, monster hunters by the looks, and they were laughing and insulting the Drider they currently had surrounded.

Was it a...ghost spider?

Holy shit!

He now knew what his mother was doing.

She was answering a prayer.

"I asked. You delivered. Didn't think you would go this hard though..."

With the expertise expected of Bhaal's greatest assassin, he slipped up behind the group of men, unsheathed his glaive, popped a potion of speed, and got to work.

Sneak attack, Misty step, hide.

Sneak attack, Hunger of Hadar, shield.

Switch to non lethal, uncanny dodge, knock out.

The last man dropped right as the potion wore off, slapping him with fatigue.

"Fuck..." he groaned. "I forgot how draining those were." He shook his head like a dog. "But, got the job done. Now for..." He turned toward the Drider. "You..."

And froze.

"Well...fuck me." He took in the injured driders appearance with awe and hunger. Despite the scars and extra eyes, the man was gorgeous.

Pale almost snow white skin, long white hair...He probably had scores of men and women wanting to occupy his bed when he still had just two legs. Why the fuck did they turn him? What the fuck did he do?

Eh. Didn't matter. Their loss could easily be his gain.

First, was to try and get him calmed down enough so he could start fixing him up.

Thankfully, Most of his wounds looked superficial except for a nasty cut to his side.

It wasn't deep enough to hit anything vital luckily, but is still probably hurt like a bitch.

Poor guy. He looked exhausted. Must have been running from those fuckheads for a while.

Well, first things first.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He spoke in under common. "It's all right now. There all dead. Well, except for that one. But I saved him for ya. Figured you might be hungry."

He shied back away from him, the hand not covering his wound wrapped around him in fear, while the pedipalps, he believed that was what they were called, had curled up against his lower abdomen.

His eyes kept darting to the sword that was on the ground next to him, a battered and dented old thing that clearly hadn't seen a sharpening stone in a good long while.

He put his hands up. "Whoah. Okay. I get it. You just got attacked. Ain't exactly gonna trust the first person who comes to the rescue. But i ain't gonna hurt ya. How about I disarm myself will that help? No surprises, huh?"

He nodded as he reached down to pick up the old sword, wincing as he did.

"All right. Gonna take a bit so get comfy. Or as comfy as you can get considerin'."

Keeping within line of sight, He began disarming himself. He started by sticking his glaive into the ground. He then removed his long coat and spread it out on its back so all the little hidden pockets could be seen. He then went through the process of removing all the hidden daggers in his boots, wrists, belt and myriad other places he kept them and piled them onto the coat. He then, with a flourish tapped his boot against the ground so the knife built into his trusty boots popped out and then proceeded to remove the boots and added them to the pile.

He stood there in a simple black shirt and form fitting but not skin tight black pants with his hands on his hips once he finished.

The drider looked on with a mix of fear, awe and morbid curiosity as he tipped his head to the side.

"There, that should be everything. Oh wait. One more thing. Koto! Come out bud. You don't have to be up in his face, just close enough for him to see you."

He felt the fearful acknowledgement of his familiar before he glided down out of a nearby tree to perch himself on a rock.

"Now I think thats- oh wait. One more, one last thing."

He closed his eyes and focused on his spine. With a roll of the shoulders, eight black tendrils slipped out between as many diamond shaped holes that lined both sides of his spine on the back of his shirt.

Once fully stretched out, the new eldritch appendages began braiding together down his back, gently swaying back and forth like a long tail.

This time the Drider picked up his busted up blade and pointed it at him.

"You serve that spider bitch?" He asked aggressively as the blade pointed at his throat, shaking quite a bit.

Keeping his hands up but showing not an ounce of fear or deception he responded, "Ya mean that-" he pointed toward the ground, "bitch queen?"

He nodded, "You have eight limbs. Do you serve her?"

"Oh fuck no. I got these from my mama. She is a Great Old One and my patron. That bitch can take a long walk into a lava lake for all i care."

The drider stared at him, his eyes blinking in a sequence like the flow of a wave. He knew the guy was reading his face for any lies but...

The way the eyes blinked in a flow like pattern was very...hypnotizing.

"We believe you."

The man's voice snapped him out of his stare.

"Hmm? What was that?"

He hissed annoyed, "We said we believe you. Are you ill?"

"Oh no. The way your eyes blink in like a wave is kinda hypnotizing. Got distracted. Been happening a lot these days."

Did he just blush? Aww. That's cute.

"Your strange."

He shrugged, "Not the worst thing i have been called."

He dropped the blade and hissed. "Why do you want to help us?"

He shrugged again, "I asked my ma to help me find something that isn't tied to my dads bullshit. something that is just mine, ya know?"

He nodded as he lowered himself to the ground, a real sign he had made headway.

"And have you found it?"

"I'm here aint I?"

"We Would be a slave to you instead?" He snarled.

"Fuck No. Too much responsibility." He sat down cross legged in front of him. "A friend however is more what I am aiming for."

"Friend?"

"Yeah. Someone who gives a shit about me as much as i give a shit about them. Someone to ramble on about everything and nothing with. Someone...who has my back instead of stabbing it."

"Hmm." The Drider stared down at the ground as he contemplated. His pedipalps twitching occasionally like someone tapping a table in thought. "This friend thing sounds nice..."

"I know right?"

"How does one become a friend?"

"I can show ya by patching up that gash in your side. I know enough about medicine to fix it."

"What do you want in return?"

"Your name for a start? If you remember it. I know the transformation can scramble the brain sometimes."

"Hmm." His pedipalps started tapping the ground. "We are...Kar'niss. You?"

He took that as a yes and scooted forward enough to reach the wound. When Kar'niss didn't pull away he used his tendrils to pull a first aid kit from one of his many enchanted pockets and started to clean the wound.

"I'm R'yleh. Though most will call me either The Dark Urge, Durge or D."

"The Dark Urge?"

"It was my dads doin." He sighed as he slathered a little bit of balsam ointment over the cut, causing Kar'niss to hiss. "Sorry."

"That seems to be a strange name to give to someone."

"If you knew who he was it wouldn't be all that strange. Besides, it's less a name and more a title anyway."

"Then, is R'yleh a name you chose?"

"No. My mom gave it to me when i was born. Named after her island home before she came here."

"The Great Old One?"

"Yep." Once the wound was sufficiently cleaned he put the ointment away and then held his hands up to the wound. "Te Cure."

His hands lit up with a strange blue black light that spread across the wound and seemingly sowed it shut. Once the light faded, the cut was all but gone.

"There we are. All patched up..."

"Thank you. R'yleh."

"Your welcome, Kar'niss. Now ya hungry? I kept one of them alive for ya. How's Gur Monster Hunter sound?"

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Probably a bit OOC but this is before he got infected with the tadpole so...make of it what you will...

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #kar'niss #bg3 durge #durge #the dark urge #karniss

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 10 months

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Spider Sona?!

Okay so remember that crush f/o... They're not a crush no more. (Stupid, stupid, STUPID man! ...Who's very smart...) And while I do love my boys just loving me as me, I have been enthralled with having my own spider-sona! I apologize to all canon nerds that'll tear this apart but I don't care! It's for fun!

So this reference is after finding out about the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse or by the easier name of Spider-verse. (it's a WIP and here is the link to the picrew) But when she's in her own universe, Earth-9612, her look is more of a magical girl style similar to Peni's artstyle (Picrew here, I'll get an outfit ref later) and that's what all her friends/fans/and foes recognize her as!

Name: Rebecca Grace Rozenaria Alias: Arachnaria, Spider-Girl (More commonly) Height: 5" and 1/4 of an inch (Much to her own dismay) Civilian Occupation: Part-time Retail Worker, Part-time student getting a psych and child development degree. Age: 21 (She's been known as Spider-Girl since 19)

Civilian Personality: A sweet and bubbly girl who tends to get over-excited at things. But her sweetness can only go so far. She holds back her sharp wit, sharper tongue, and sarcasm and only uses it with friends OR when people back her in a corner. She's happy to do anything to make others smile but doubts her own importance in such actions.

Hero Personality: Take that sweetness and dial it up to 11, she's willing to do WHATEVER it takes to save the innocent. She'd even go as far as to sacrifice herself to do so (And she has...)

Origins: Instead of getting bit by a radioactive/mutant spider, getting injected with venom, finding a symbiote, or anything like that, she made a pact with an interdimensional arachnid demon! Honestly the whole thing was a blur. All she remembers was that she didn't want to but agreed since she wanted to save her best friends from that fate after they had been messing around with occult artifacts and summoned the demon she calls the Web Weaver. It's not all bad though, this pact has actually granted her some relief. This is because when she is Arachnaria, her condition is easier to manage.

Some details I wanna add:

Due to the mystical ways that she got her powers, her world/timeline works differently. She has seen it die/has sacrificed herself for it several times, only for her to wake up the day after in bed heavily injured but with no other collateral.

She has a complicated relationship with her demon. He gave her powers so that she could become worthy prey for him to hunt. Despite this, he converses with her like an equal and won't let her die?!

Despite her bubbly sweetness, she curses a lot when she feels she can.

She is from New Jersey!

That sharp tongue of hers has also been called venomous by others since when she feels backed into a corner in an argument and can't leave, she has a knack for getting right to a person's sensitive spots in their life. Not in a way meant to hurt them, but in a way that raises a point. She hates doing so, but many say after reconciling it makes them think.

Her best friend, @floweringforgetfulness, and her other best friend Ace (who later becomes Earth-9612's Black Cat) were there with Rebecca at the initial pact, so they can remember events too.

Her half-brother may have been the 'canon' Spider-Man of her world. He may have also died in doing so... This is what others believe is my S/I's 'canon event'. Though her life was never too great beforehand...

Despite her just wanting the best for her world and loved ones, the media can be pretty cruel to her back in her own world. They can tear down her every action, especially when her condition acts up, and even compare her to the 'missing' Spider-Man. She doesn't let it show, but it eats away at her...

It can and has come to a point where she just wanted to quit with everyone telling her so, but never has. (Very much inspired by this song! vvv)

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Relationship Dynamics:

Before Miles became Miguel's biggest issue, it was Rebecca. She wasn't a spider person, just a girl with spider magic(?) (He hates that he can't wrap his head around it) He wanted to leave it at that! But, when he kept getting alerts of anomalies from Earth-9612 and being told time and time again that her world vanished/was destroyed but she brought it back... He wants to keep an eye on her.

By the time of ITSV, Rebecca and Miguel have a pretty friendly-seeming relationship. It may seem one-sided to others with Rebecca wasting her sweetness, but they never saw the late-night work conversations that would transform into a place where she encouraged Miguel to mourn and rest, if only mentally.

No one other than Lyla, Peter B, and Jessica Drew dare to suspect anything more than that.

She's very casual about her deaths, even joking about it sometimes. (How she copes) Miguel and her friends don't like it!

She is more than happy to be a listening ear and comforting shoulder to anyone in the Hub! She believes communication of one's feelings goes a long way to help people cope, heal, and just feel better. She also knows how hard it is to do so, so she won't pry but always offer, especially to those who just come from missions.

She not-so-lowkey adopts Miles as like a spider sibling since she can remember when Miguel was on her case! So as she told him "Us anomalies gotta stick together y'know?!"

The rest of Miles' group, aside from Peter B, is a bit hesitant when they know how close Rebecca is to Miguel. But through some assurance from her and Peter B who has seen when she and Miguel used to argue constantly, they warm up to her.

She loves doing graffiti with Miles and shows him her fave spot in her world.

She admires Pavitr's hair since hers is dyed to hell and back. She also asks him to give her tips for a suit redesign to incorporate her own hair into her look. She's also so happy to listen to his gushes about Gayatri and respond in kind with her own girlfriend of nearly 7 years!

With Hobie, she deeply admires his fight against corporate and government greed, not to mention his fashion sense! She's told him many a tale of her time working retail!

With Gwen, Rebecca sees her struggle with her feelings and closeness to others. So even though it very much takes baby-steps, she does her best to show Gwen it's okay to have a life outside of her duty and that being alone with the weight of the world will only crush her.

She LOVES Mayday to death! She's always trying to make the little one laugh and smile! She loves acting silly and will bend over backward for this child. Self-appointed interdimensional spoiling big sis there!

I do have more ideas but just wanna get this out there since I'm hyperfixating! Also, my ship with Miguel will be called: 'A Different Web to Weave' if you need to tag it/block it! I know how a lot of people are loving Miguel right now!

Taglist: @disneymarina @maskedanarchy-ships @singingdeepinme @goldenworldsabound @nyandereneko @canongf @hadesgoddess @violetsandmilk

#selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #self insert community #selfship #self indulgent stuff #fo community #self ship community #self inserts #self shipper #self ship #self shipping community #fictional other #selfshipping #ship: a different web to weave

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ophiocordyceps · 10 months

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fallen gabe and reconstructed v2's descriptions under the cut for those who arent on artfight and wanna know about these guys

Gabriel:

he/him

After killing the Council and leaving Heaven for the final time, Gabriel was sure he was destined to die, and he was fine with that, feeling as though he had made his peace with his upcoming bout of mortality.

He and the Council were both wrong, however.

Now permanently severed from the Light of god, he effectively sealed his fate as a fallen angel, though what he (and the rest of Heaven) did not know was what exactly that meant.

In Treachery, he would encounter V2, half-dead and unwilling to fight, rather it would go on to strike an initially-begrudging alliance with the angel, bound over a shared goal: to hunt down V1.

While much of the driving force behind this plan was provided by V2, Gabriel still tagged along as it drove the two of them back up through the layers of Hell, and as he did, he would notice his body changing.

Angels, especially fallen ones, are more like strange arthropods than anything else, especially resembling insects. An angel will typically not just outright die when stripped of their light; as an inherently divine entity they still retain a small amount that's enough to keep them alive, however they do end up "falling"--the tight control god once had on their physical form is lost and begins reverting to a more natural and organic state. Gabriel would be no exception to this.

As a proper fallen angel, Gabriel is an even taller (over 8'6") and imposing figure. His halo has become a set of horns and his wings are shattered and split into four long limb-like appendages (think malicious face spider legs but more weaponized). His armor, or rather, carapace is duller and tarnished looking, with the segmentation between plates being more organically divided. He has a pair of sharp, hooked raptorial limbs (like a mantis) connected close to his waist and his legs are completely rearranged into an insectoid form. The front plate of his helmet is largely missing to reveal what at a glance seems to be a void, though also revealing several spider-like eyes around the still completely intact (and untarnished !) cross that once decorated the helmet. The golden spike has split into wasp-like mandibles and large, wing-like lamellate antennae often cover his face in spite of everything else. The [name for whatever the skirt armor plates are] are fused together in the back and extend into a scorpion tail. also his fingers are clawed.

bro is fucked up !!

optionally, at some point well into the future a few more changes happen over time:

- his bodyplan gets a little less strictly humanoid. playing fast and loose with it

- exposed "skin" gets a layer of fuzzy scales like a moth

- at least one set of the appendages that used to be his wings finally heal into a new set of cicada- or mantis-like wings

- he no longer has the cross from his helmet embedded into his face

- just generally seems way healthier if you know what healthy would look like in an angel ("normal" angels are like god's unethical dog breeds as is)

V2:

it/she Just barely surviving its second fight with V1 out of nothing short of sheer luck or a miracle, V2 was left to drag its utterly broken body out of the scorching heat of Greed in order to try and piece itself together again, physically and mentally. It did not believe it should have survived, only having done so out of chance. It started to see itself as something of a ghost, and there's only one thing your average ghost is after: revenge. Delving deeper into Hell in search of parts and fuel, it, at some point, got ahead of V1 once more and found itself in the frozen wasteland of Treachery, where it would encounter Gabriel. It knew about him, and could accurately guess what they had in common with each other, leading it to try and forge an alliance with him in order to take on V1 one last time, leveraging the fact that both of them had been defeated individually by it previously. It was going to kill its predecessor at any cost. Even if it was taken down with it. Heading back up through Hell, it would form a bond with Gabriel as it tried its best to help him handle his...situation the best it could, going from simply allies to eventually friends (and then even later...uh. great question lmfao). The two would become nearly inseparable by the end of their shared journey. qpp more like the inseparable warrior's bond V2 is fairly short in comparison to Gabriel, only around 5'6" or so, even with the height boost its legs gave it. It's new legs were salvaged from a sentry, and are bird- or dromaeosaurid-like in their anatomy. It's left arm replacement is a tethered saw that can be launched and swung around, built into a swordsmachine-like arm. It's right arm remains intact but it has an extra "skeletal" arm on the same side. All but two of its wing blades are broken off. V2 is also very expressive, having modified itself for the purpose. It has small blade-like structures on the sides of its head that can be moved to convey its emotions, as well as a metal "eyelid" over its optic. Its wings often move and change color in accordance with how it's feeling (red = angry, green = scared, yellow = positive/neutral, blue = negative/neutral) After killing V1, it has a few differences: - its wings are repaired, with all 8 blades intact - it replaces its saw arm with V1's feedbacker (this actually happens before it dies lol) and also reobtains it's knuckleblaster and whiplash - it replaces its skeletal left arm with V1's left arm, giving it anywhere from 3 to 5 arms total Optionally, well into the future: - it builds itself a raptor-like mechanical tail for better balance with its legs. the "feather"-like structures are built to match its wing blades - if you go REALLY far ahead it eventually develops some synthetic angel wings for itself after studying angel anatomy for a long ass time it is strong enough to pick up gabe. just so you know.

#ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #rev2 #bugriel

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vespidaze · 2 years

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artfight attacks for BeebFreeb (@beebfreeb), spectacledraws (@spectacledraws), BigBee (@big-bee-png), Melanc_Hex (@aroantic), flame-shadow (@flame-shadow), TattersTheBat (@tatters-the-bat), and ADragonSoulArt (@adragonsoulart-blog)!

ID's in alt text and under the cut

ID 1: A digital drawing of Omega (character by BeebFreeb), drawn in both of his forms. On the left is his computer form. He is a chunky black and beige CRT computer with a red PH logo and a large eye on the screen. The eye is dark pink with a gold outline. The iris is made of a gold omega symbol, with a blue dot inside for the pupil. He has a webcam and microphone plugged into the monitor. Both the eye and the webcam are looking to the upper left. To the right is Omega's digital form, which is a long black worm with 8 sets of legs. He is covered with blue splotches with gold outlines throughout his body. He has the same single eye as the computer form on his head, which is looking to the right, as well as a halo floating above. He curves above the computer, seeming to have come from behind it. The background is purple and there's a subtle blue gradient over the drawing. End ID.

ID 2: A half-body digital drawing of Leviathan (character by spectacledraws). He is a large, muscular fat man with a pink, purple, gold, and white color pallette. He is wearing a purple belt and suspenders, and a purple crown on his head. His mouth seems to take up his whole face, so that all that's visible are his rows of large, sharp teeth. His shoulderpads appear to be parts of a dragon, with the left shoulder pad being the head. The dragon's eye looks at Leviathan's face. Leviathan is also wearing a purple cape and a few gold heart accessories. He stands up straight with his hands on his hips and his cape flowing out behind him. The background is a blue-green gradient. End ID.

ID 3: A digital drawing of Cheri (character by BigBee). She is an anthropomorphic ant nest beetle. She is red all over, with large antennae. Her eyes are lime green with pupils that are cross-sectioned like compound eyes. She is wearing a loose red shirt with her shoulder and a black bra-strap exposed, black pants, and red boots. She absent-mindedly walks to the left while staring at a purple smartphone in her hand. The background is pale yellow. End ID.

ID 4: A digital drawing of Agi (character by Melanc_Hex). It is a yellow anthropomorphic firefly, with a purple torso, limbs, antennae, and elytra. One side of his face is normal and has a purple eye with dull green tears coming out, the other side is covered with void, and the eye is blank white. It wears a long black cloak that billows to the side. Underneath the cloak, a glowing abdomen is visible. Behind the cloak, the wings are extended. He holds a gray dagger in one hand. The background is beige. End ID.

ID 5: A digital drawing of Cyra (character by flame-shadow). She is an anthropomorphic blue spider wasp. She is wearing a purple poncho and holding a spear with 2 hands to her right. She sits atop a rock, with her other 2 hands supporting her on it. Her wings are blue and pointed up behind her. The background is a dull green. End ID.

ID 6: A digital drawing of Dr. Antiforme and Glossy (characters by TattersTheBat). Glossy is a red shrimp-like creature with googly eyes. To the left of veir is Dr. Antiforme, a humanoid purple slime creature, wearing a gray metal chestplate and dark gray pants. They kneel in front of Glossy, poking at veir with a hand, and staring at veir with its one huge eye. The background is purple. End ID.

ID 7: A half-body digital drawing of Mel (character by ADragonSoulArt). He is an anthropomorphic eastern carpenter bee, with a dark-brown exoskeleton, dark green eyes, a white mark on his face, and a fluffy golden mane. He is wearing a see-though beige poncho, and a beige skirt. He faces the viewer with one hand waving, another hand below his mandibles, and his lower 2 arms pointing downwards. His wings are positioned upwards behind him. The background is transparent. End ID.

#ves art #artfight #friends ocs

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themeatpit37 · 7 months

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STARDEW VALLEY MONSTER AU!!!!!

HERE’S A MONSTER AU TAKE IT!!!! ALL MARRIAGE CANDIDATES ARE HERE AND A FEW NPCS!

Shane- Catboy (Has ears, tail, paws, teeth, eyes, and back paws. Ear has a bite mark and he has a few scratches on his body.)

Marnie- Cat (Straight up furry. Has brown and white fur.)

Jas- Angel (three sets of Large fluffy wings, Gold rings with eyes around the chest in an X pattern, halo near her head, Puffy white dress, extra eyes appear randomly, and baby fangs.)

Harvey- Ghost (Has a translucent and fuzzy look to him, but looks pretty normal for someone who died except for the fact his eyes look glossy and empty, his face has a slightly blue tint, there is scarring on his neck, and he has a little wisp-like tail on his backside that you commonly see popular media ghosts have.)

Elliott- Naga (Constrictor snake lower half, VERY LONG. Has long fangs, snake eyes fork tongue, and claws. His eyes glow when it’s dark.)

Leah- Deer centaur (Deer lower half, has ears, freckles, horns, and nose.)

Abigail- Draconic humanoid (Human with dragon horns, wings, tail, purple scales around hands/feet, claws, pointed ears, fangs, and eyes. She can also breath fire but also can learn elemental magic due to her mother.)

Caroline- Dryad (Tree Nymph, wants to return to the woods with the wizard but feels obligated to stay with her husband and child. Her body grows branches and various leaves but tends to take the form of either a tree or a human woman.

Pierre- Dragon (Reddish brown anthro dragon. Has large wings and tough scales with an ability to breathe fire.)

Morris- Kobold (Small, chunky, dragon-like anthro lizard. Has a stubby tail and lacks wings.)

Emily- Half human Half spider (Lower half of a tarantula, upper half of a human. Has vibrant blue hair on the spider body, extra set of eyes, and uses her webs to make clothes)

Haley- Also half human half spider (Same as Emily, but has no hair on her spider body. Instead, has a shiny gold colored body with thin and pointy legs.)

Maru- Harpy (Anthro crow body with the head of a human and lips with a hard edge like a beak. Has been working on making herself robotic arms and maybe some for her father.)

Demetrius- Harpy (Also has an anthro bird body but as a raven with the head of a human and lips with a hard edge like a beak.)

Sebastian- Goat Minotaur (Minotaur but as a goat. Head, hooves, tail, and horns of a goat. Has a tattoo of a pentagram on his thigh/bottom because he thought it would look sick.)

Robin- Minotaur (Average Minotaur; Head, tail, prosthetic horns, and hooves of a bull.

Alex- Chimera (Has the head of a lion, a second head of a ram, the tail of a snake with a head, large tusks on the Lion head, paw-like hands, and hooves instead of feet. The heads on the top both are Alex, it’s just now there’s two. The snake head is more like an animal and acts on instinct.)

George- Manticore (Lion body with a scorpion tail and wings, but his mane is terribly thinned out and his fangs are dull. He has a more human face though, unlike his grandson, and is noticeably weaker. He no longer can fly or walk after the incident in the mines all those years ago.)

Evelyn- Anthousai (Nymph of flowers. Her hair is made of vines where flowers grow and her body houses many plants, fungi, and sometimes even bugs who enjoy the nectar of her sweet flowers. She lets both her human form and plant form mix into one, not letting herself be divided.)

Kent- Demon (VERY LARGE. Has a mouth full of pointed teeth with large fangs, sharp claws, tall upright horns, skin around the hands and feet are reddened and rough, pointed ears, Devil’s mark on his back, and a pointed tongue.)

Jodi- Werewolf (Looks human in the morning but becomes a wolf at night. She looks more like a regular wolf but if it was wearing her clothes and walking on it’s hind legs. Very polite as a werewolf.)

Sam- Hell hound (Got traits from both parents. In both forms he has tall yet slightly curved horns, claws, paws, a tail, dog nose, dog ears, has, a mouth full of sharp teeth, his body is covered in fur, he has digitigrade legs, has the muzzle and head shape of a dog, and has a devil’s mark on his back.)

Vincent- Imp (Got more traits from his father. Has small horns, fangs, a tail, pointed ears, baby wings, and claws.)

Penny- Moth creature (Akin to moth man, but more similar to poodle or rosy maple moths. She has large wings, fluff around the neck, an extra pair of arms, solid color eyes, antenna, fluff around the wrists, thin fuzz over the body, a long thin tongue, and the abdomen of a moth.)

Pam- Moth creature (Like moth man, but as a grease moth. Has damaged wings which means she cannot fly you to the desert, has an extra pair of arms, body has a dusty, almost powdery look to it rather than the fuzzy look of Penny, solid color eyes, antenna, a long thin tongue, and the abdomen of a moth. She leaves splotches of a dusty looking residue on moist surfaces and on others.)

Clint- Gargoyle (Completely made of stone. Has wings, pointed ears, claws, and tusks. His body has cracks all over and a few chipped pieces can be seen.)

Mayor Lewis- Jackalope (An anthro rabbit with horns of a deer. His ears stick up high, his tail is short but very puffy, has buck teeth, and still has a distinct mustache despite being covered in hair already. Has unnaturally good luck, which he says is because of the lucky shorts but is actually due to a jackalope’s natural luck based magic.)

#stardew valley au #stardew valley #stardew valley monster au #sdv monster au

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msweebyness · 10 months

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DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Monster Quirks

More stuff for the monster kiddos! I was inspired by a few of my HC’s to make this, some fun quirks about the different monster species! As always, @artzychic27 and @imsparky2002!

Werewolves have the biological compulsion to howl whenever they see the full moon in the sky. This makes it very hard for people in the dorms near Kim to sleep at certain times in the month.

They also shed. A LOT. Whenever Kim gets out of the dorm showers, the entire floor is lined with fur.

Yetis and Sasquatches both have the…interesting habit of throwing rocks to express when they are displeased by something. If Ivan or Denise is mildly annoyed, they might hit you with a pebble. If you REALLY piss them off…

Whenever they’re spontaneously excited or really happy about something, phantoms have the tendency to let out an incredibly loud, earsplitting shriek. (They share this trait with banshees) Surprise parties are a BAD idea with Jean.

All vampires are allergic to garlic, but the reactions they display can vary from vamp to vamp. (For instance, Juleka breaks out in hives, while Luka’s throat swells up.)

Due to them being constantly charged with electricity, Steins are mildly magnetic and metal objects have a tendency to stick to them. If Nino can’t find his keys, chances are they’re stuck somewhere on his person.

If you have allergies, it’s a good idea to keep some over-the-counter meds on you if you’re going to be around Mylene extensively. Plant monsters are constantly releasing pollen into the air around them.

Mummies have to routinely change out their bandages for hygiene reasons. It’s an incredibly tedious process that requires a complex spell and total concentration.

Moth and spider monsters actually shed their exoskeletons once a year. Reshma’s and Marc’s happen to largely coincide with each other, and they know all of the other’s comfort needs for the admittedly painful process.

If something is trapped in a slime’s body for an extended period of time, it will dissolve, no matter what it happens to be. This is why Mireille’s kind donates their slime for excavation and construction work.

Skeletons have a special language of communicating with one another based around the sounds made when certain bones are tapped. Rose has taught it to all of her friends.

Saltwater aquatic monsters (even half like Ondine) tend to have extreme mood swings that coincide with the high and low tides.

If you remember the famous Nessie photo, you may wonder why Ondine doesn’t have a more serpentine appearance. Well, most aquatic monsters can change between their giant sea/lake monster and humanoid forms! (Ondine looks a lot like The Water Horse, just with a big, Spinosaurus-like crest down her neck and back.)

Gorgons have to use special mirrors that are engineered not to reflect their stone gaze. However, if a regular mirror is stared at by a Gorgon, if that mirror is crushed under the darkness of a new moon, it can produce a special powder that is capable of reversing their stone gaze!

Some harpies are born with a special talent that aids them more than others in their deceit and spreading of chaos, a sort of leg up over others. They’re known as ‘specials’ (Lila, for example, can imitate anyone’s voice after only listening for a few minutes. She can perfectly simulate anyone from either class. Before the others discovered this, she used it to, of course, cause a huge, messy fight with everyone mad at someone else, believing they’d said something bad about them, though this didn’t work out as she planned. It was more of an tense few weeks with everyone on edge until they all came together to figure out what was going on.)

Leave thoughts and ideas for more in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #monster high au #school for monstrous youths #Headcanons

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