#the humanesque

[v1x-holo]

ART DUMP! Also what, my art becomes better every day.

#ena #ena joel g #joel g #dream bbq #extinction party #temptation stairway #auction day #ena dream bbq #merci #Ena merci #taski maiden #Ena taski maiden #moony #ena moony #joel guerra #joel g fanart #Worm on a string #human ena #Humanesque ena #HAHA FUCK YOU IBIS!!! #krita #Merci ena #i love merci

[grissomesque]

Alright team, I have been asked this question again and I am punting it to you, the people.

#the problem for me is sentience #we know from BTS stuff that they weren't EVOLVED they were just Some Other Thing #so do the babies have humanesque intelligence? #if they do then the canon is a huge problem #but it seems like we're supposed to think that they don't and it's just that the ep was very poorly explained #anyway j/p is canon byeee #threshold #redux #star trek voyager #trek polls

[perilegs]

You strike me as a blogger who was really into micolash host of the nightmare from bloodborne (2015) on the PS4, idk you seem to like you'd be into weird little freak men

i feel like you hit the nail on the head but the nail didn't budge. i love little freak men so much. but micolash? you have to chase him while he runs around all sluttily and blasts tentacles and moans and wears a cool cage, which, would be right up my alley if it was any other guy. to me, micolash is like if the joker was an academic. i don't even want to put him in a jar and shake it.

#i have a powerpoint of me ranking the bloodborne bosses by fuckability and the first part is humanesque and he got 4th place in his category #only bc i fucking hate gehrman and. wait why did i rank martyr logarius below micolash. that's not right. #ask #bloodborne

[arcaneyouth]

i love gods who are just animals. creatures that bow to the instincts of pleasure and fear. it is not their fault if those reactions affect the entire world. they just move and react and live

#this applies to humanesque gods too. we are animals after all #every trickster god that does what they do because it was funny counts for this #because they're just chasing pleasure #i love you gods that either don't or cant care #queued post

[aquaheartgirl]

Decided to throw my mom the fairy vs. walrus question... her take is definitely a new one

#don't think I've seen ANYONE respond this way lol #(btw if you're wondering Genesta is a fairy character in the game King's Quest IV and is pretty humanesque as fairies go) #fairy vs walrus #ahg

[yukikorogashi]

Sketch for @blazingsouled / @dragnfire !❤️

#(Here you go love! <3 Hope you don't mind that I drew her with a more humanesque facial structure!) #blazingsouled #❄️mun's art ❄️ #❄️ queue ❄️

[saltedsolenoid]

I am actually rather depressed at the notion that i am unable to pristinely draw cats.

#I have a ''clangen'' clan that I am attached to and would rather like to draw some of my more valued warriors out in their honor. #Sigh.... #Alas. Such is the curse of an artist trained in humanesque features.

[erythristicbones]

giving my OCs cryptids/mythical creatures as pets was the best idea 2: electric boogaloo

#my original stories #very specifically this is about me finally finding something i can adapt Murphys old robodog pet into #does this fucked up mean meathead of a woman need an even meaner bigger pet? absolutely not #in fact i'd go as far as to say she shouldnt get that under any circumstances #but :) #i was sifting through my list of mythical creatures to work into the lore of my main universe #and refreshed my memory on the myths about crocattas #so now im giving murphy a big awful hyena/lion/wolf pet that can mimic human voices #because what could go wrong giving that animal to a villain? #idk if im defs adapting the mimicking voices thing but...i DO find those accounts of the crocatta very interesting #i know it was probably just regular hyenas laughing that sounded humanesque #but the terrifying mental image of a beast like that mimicking names or short phrases wont leave me alone #i think it'll make murphy worse <3

[t4tbruharvey]

(eve don't look if you don't want to see me be a little mean about lotr) like. i PROMISE i like fantasy. i love earthsea and i loved the princess bride (fantasy world w no magic)/stardust (fantasy world w no fantasy races)/secret of moonacre (same as stardust)/all werewolf films ever even the horror ones. i genuinely like it i just. ugh like who caaaares about the race of men

#WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A FANTASY WORLD IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO FOCUS ON THE HUMAN CHARACTERS #OR HUMANESQUE ONES ARRRGH LIKE WHAT AM I MISSING HERE #yeah yeah themes of power being bad and whatever i don't care you could have made a documentary abt the anglo saxons #and it literally would have been equally interesting

[steamed-cogs]

If I could draw, I'd be drawing Steamworld characters horror style. We're all well aware by now how terrifying robots and the like can be (FNaF anyone? The Walten Files?). Even if perhaps the other bots might not find it as unnerving, the human audience sure can. Heads tilting too far one way or the other? Eyes flickering like broken LCD screens? Hell, all the body horror possible that would kill other living beings that they can survive... Jerky, jittering motions, broken voiceboxes spewing static and distortion...

#ofc there's a limit bc the robots aren't TOO humanesque #Harder to get a scene like the junk pit in Detroit become human #but still #spooky #steamworld misc

[v1x-holo]

This was an excuse to draw what the fuck I wanted lol. But look at what a skilled motherfucker like me can do on math class with some little supplies under 30min or less

#I'm not ready for tomorrow. Send help #but at the same time YIPEEEEE #idk man #ena #joel g #dream bbq #ena joel g #temptation stairway #ena dream bbq #auction day #extinction party #joel guerra #human ena #humanesque ena #Bruh #I have an art trade almost completed and a Scena art thing going on so I guess be hyped #even if HS is killing me

[epithmia-moved]

mana’s nature knowledge is either really endearing and cute or makes you stare in mild horror.

#they either tell you some cute fact abt flower language #or the most popular flower during a certain season #or they tell u that #plants are entirely capable of eating meat / bone for the nutrients if the soil doesn’t have enough naturally #and then mention that one story abt someone who admitted #to committing a murder and burying the body at a specific tree but #when they got there the body was Nonexistent but the tree #suddenly had roots that looked humanesque in shape and flow #➢ ooc . #➢ tbd . #mana w/ a smile on their face the whole time for either:

[gabv1rielislyfe]

there are two (2) good options to approach gabriel’s helmet either make the guy under there some eldritch horror or just have the helmet *be* his face

#just wanna say i have seen some rlly good humanesque gabe designs !!! #but yeah if you write him and go “his pale skin and blond hair and pretty face and”. Virtue Beam

[after-witch]

With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You were lying to yourself if you claimed to think Mahito would be satisfied with kisses and late-night snuggles on the couch.

Word count: 1220ish

Notes: yandere, possessiveness, implied dubcon, talks of virginity, self-blame for unwanted advances, Mahito in general

Mahito steps forward, and you’re trapped between the unusual coolness of his body and your bedroom wall. One of your posters--some sun-faded thing leftover from your school years--crinkles against your back. You hope it doesn’t rip, and then you’re back to worrying about more important things.

Like the fact that Mahito wants you to have sex. Tonight. Today. Right now. 

“It’s just--I’m not ready,” you say, lips dry, stammering stupidly. “I’m a--I mean, I’ve never… I haven’t…”

Mahito quirks his head, and then grins, all teeth and salaciousness. “Oh-hh. You’re a virgin, then?” When you don’t answer, he pokes the end of your nose with a finger. “I read about it. It doesn’t matter to me. Humans attach importance to silly things, don’t they?”

Something like humiliation and hurt puffs up in you. He doesn’t take anything seriously, at least not when it comes to you. It’s never bothered you too much. It was part of the charm, the game, of being with someone like him.

But this is… different. Isn’t it? And it bothers you, deep down, even though you really forfeited all rights to any sort of normal relationship expectations the moment you willingly kissed a literal curse. 

“It’s not silly.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and you think back to fumbled romances from before Mahito. Awkward make-out sessions on the couch that always ended in you telling your dates that you weren’t ready to go that far, and they either smoothly accepted it and got their time’s worth with sloppy kisses and gropes or got the hell out of dodge, and you’re not sure which was more hurtful in the end. 

And then came Mahito. And he was different.  And a curse. And you were in something-like-a-relationship with him, but you didn’t know what to call it when the person you were seeing couldn’t be seen by anyone around you and he tortured people (to death, or not, and you definitely knew which one was worse in that case) for fun and “science” and you, sick and selfish thing, still loved the way he pressed kisses up your neck to feel your heartbeat or yanked your bottoms down to taste what was underneath or simply held you all night while you watched movies. 

And now he wants to push you down onto your bed and fuck you, and you don’t know what to do or say.  You don’t want it, but you knew it was coming, like it always does in any relationship. Was it any wonder that it came, too, in this one? 

Mahito puffs air in your face and you flinch, startled out of your thoughts. 

“Where’d you go, hmm?” You feel his fingers on your chin and you know what’s coming when one of them slides along your lips.  One of Mahito’s fingers hooks onto the side of your mouth, and if you weren’t used to him playing around with your body like it was a lump of clay, it would have bothered you. Instead you wonder when he last washed his hands, even as he stretches your lip upward, a mockery of a half-smile.

“Humans are silly. You’re silly,” he says, all matter-of-fact. Then he sighs, put-off or tired or just pretending to be in order to make himself more palatable, more humanesque, to you. You can never tell with him, and that’s part of the thrill. “Is it because you…” 

He releases your lips and taps his chin, putting on a show as he thinks for a moment, digging out information from whatever well of knowledge he stores things in. He normally pulls out trivia about humanity that would be better suited to some sort of criminology class. But today it’s something far less morbid, though hardly any less anxiety-inducing.

“Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is that why you don’t want to have sex?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot. 

You shake your head, looking down, unable to look at him. He never has a problem staring at you for what always feels like a terribly long time. Sometimes he does it so you’ll give him the answer he wants. Other times, it’s to study you--or that’s what you think, anyway. 

Mahito pouts. “Oh. Darn. I was thinking we might have a wedding, if that was the case. I’ve always admired those pretty dresses in the windows.” He sighs again. “Probably couldn’t invite him, though, anyway. He wouldn’t approve.” He smiles again, bright and peppy, all imitations of tiredness tossed aside like an old coat. “Did you know he wanted me to kill you the first time I brought you up?” 

You nod, because Mahito has had no problem telling you that his companions think he should have killed you a long time ago, and sometimes he thinks about it. But then he remembers how much fun you have together, so he puts it off for another day.

And the thought hits you like lead: If you won’t have sex with him, will he kill you? Will refusing make you too annoying or boring to put up with? Or is it better to say no and keep up the chase, make him fight for you? It was almost dizzying, the way relationship games became serious with Mahito around. A regular guy might just break up with you. Mahito might just break your neck.  

“Then… oh!” His expression brightens and he looks so sweet like this that you can almost forget what he is and what you’re doing with him. Almost. “You’re worried about the pain.” He nods, a mockery of sage wisdom. “I’ve read about that, too. He tilts his head back a little. “In novels. It’s cute…”

“You’re cute,” he says, and that’s a good sign--right?--because it means he still wants you. And you’re at least another step farther from being turned into some awful experiment in a sewer. 

His lips press against your ear, and his voice is too close and he’s too close, but you signed up for this when you let him in your life, didn’t you? You let him hold you and kiss you and if you didn’t think he’d eventually want more,  you were lying to yourself. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, and it does nothing but make you worry more. “I’ll be gentle.”

The most awful thing of all is that you can't tell if he's being genuine or not.

He grins, a sticky smile that oozes an awful dark pressure that makes your stomach clench. It would be better, you think, to do what he wants. Since he seems to want it so much. And… you should be flattered, if anything. Right? Be flattered. Be grateful. Appreciate that some all-powerful curse wants to press you into a mattress and have sex with your body and pull out your mewls and moans like he’s done before, albeit in a far less intimidating fashion. 

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to the end of your nose, then pulls back to examine your expression. 

“That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it?” His fingers card through your hair up your scalp, scratching just a little too hard to feel nice. “So you don’t fight as much?”

You swallow, and your throat is so tight that your spit might as well be needles. 

Mahito, not wanting for an answer, presses his hands against your shoulder and pushes you harder against the wall as he moves in for a hungry kiss. Behind you, the poster rips. 

#mahito x reader #yandere mahito #yandere jujutsu kaisen #afterwitch writes #this is what I mean when I say i have no idea what's coming when lol #wrote this tonight since I can't get that dialogue outta my head

[st-danger]

Ooo that thing you just wrote for @/forlorn-crows is a sick idea, normally I like stuff so I can read it later but that was a READ NOW BITCH type deal.

Gives me the idea of Aether going into people’s minds and giving them wet dreams

The new kid's insatiable. It isn't like it's a problem for anyone- on the contrary, they're delighted by it. They're no strangers to sex and lust in the Pit, but here, in humanesque bodies, it's a foreign experience. Different in ways that are difficult to quantify, but different. The obsession with new sensations in new bodies is a universally known thing, something they all went through when first summoned. And who could blame them?

But what a treat getting to watch it from the outside. How nice to watch him sweat and tremble and take until it hurts to be touched.

Aeon is easy.

Pliable. Suggestible and willing to try whatever anyone suggests. He desires with a fierceness that sees him crawling into bed with Dew late at night, desperate for relief. Sees him staring at Swiss during mass with dark eyes, bouncing his leg, unable to sit still, and Swiss is more than happy to drag him out after and lend a helping hand. Or mouth.

So. Aether offers, and Aeon agrees, and that as they say, is that. It's never brought up again, and he knows Aeon wants to ask when, when can we, but part of the fun will be doing this when he doesn't expect. In the meantime, Aeon cums from all the attention he gets, and rubs his cock until it's red and sensitized, and even a little past that.

He's lovely when he's awake- crooked teeth revealed with every wide smile, constantly smoothing messy hair off his face. He's lovely when he's asleep, too, sprawled out on the couch or the bed, shirt riding up to expose a stripe of stomach, eyes closed. Long lashes. Of course Aether was going to offer. When someone wraps a present for you, sets in directly into your palms, it would be rude not to open it. Cruel, even.

He lies sleeping in his bed in loose boxers, a thin white shirt. Half under a blanket having kicked part of it off at some point. Aether flicks the table lamp on and carefully, so carefully, sits on the bed beside him. He's out like a light- it's possible he's worn himself out (or, more accurately, been worn out by someone else) to the point he's less asleep and more comatose. Lips parted, drooling a little on his pillow. Aether swallows hard. He tingles in Places. His fingers itch with want. He wishes he had more patience, that he could convince himself to undo the bow and carefully remove the wrapping paper, but he's never had much self control with this, to be honest. He tries, but here, now, with the way he looks... surely it's understandable to want to rip the paper open as quick as possible.

He reaches towards him, strokes his hair, playing with it. Twirling the shock of white that cuts through the brown at his hairline. Lets the smallest little bit of his magick drip from his fingertips and into his head so he can make sure Aeon doesn't wake before he wants him to. He drags his fingers down the side of his face, tracing the angle of a sharp jaw, stroking down his neck. With his other hand, he palms himself, working himself up just a little. Not too much because he has plans for Aeon that require him not to pop too early.

Down his neck, down his chest to find a nipple, to give it a soft rub until it's peeking through his shirt, obvious. Down further, to the hem, where he slides it under and caresses his stomach. Pets his navel, and then the barest hint of hair that disappears under his waistband.

The magick flows easy, then. Warms him from the inside out and Aether watches, ensorcelled by the gentle noise Aeon makes on his next exhale. The obvious twitch of his dick stirring to life. If he wasn't so eager to wake him up and ask him to run that pretty tongue over his balls, he'd draw the blood south slower. But not tonight. He squeezes himself, presses on Aeon's belly, and stares, hungrier than he's felt in a while as Aeon's cock fills out. Faster than is necessary, perhaps, but who cares. Certainly he doesn't. Certainly Aeon won't be complaining.

He's tenting in no time, and Aether supplies him with visions of being taken. Being loved gentle and raw, and finally, Aeon whimpers, hips shifting while he dreams about many hands peeling his clothes off, mouths sucking his neck, tongues licking at secret, hidden places. A little more phantom sensation on his cock, and Aether groans as a dribble of precum dots the fabric, stretched against a head that he cannot wait to make sticky and overly sensitive.

It goes on until Aether's working himself and hard to the point that he's dying to pull it out. His pants are tight, oppressive. It's making him ache, and all he can focus on is what the little kitten licks he's going to ask him for will feel like.

He turns the dial of quintessence up, and Aeon gasps, unconscious and pleasured, leaking fluid and staining his boxers with the pre because Aether wants him to.

They've kept his balls so empty there's been no possibility to cum in his sleep yet. His body hasn't had a chance, and maybe that's the reason Aeon was so quick to agree- something new.

He gets him nice and close, until Aeon is whimpering, shifting where he lays, and Aether gives up.

He forces too much pleasure into his mind, and Aeon throbs and moans and Aether's eyes go wide as he watches his cock start to bounce around and spit out shot after shot, soaking himself-

Aeon wakes up moaning and disoriented halfway through, barely has time to register what's happening when Aether decides to give him a little gift of his own, drag it out, make it last unnaturally long, until Aeon is crying out, thrashing, looking at Aether with surprise and shock while he defiles himself by Aether's suggestions.

When it's over, when it's finally over and Aeon lies exhausted, and panting, he gifts Aether with a disbelieving giggle.

"What," he breathes, weakly.

Aether is already standing, unzipping his pants.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether/aeon #aether/phantom #aether x aeon #aether x phantom #nameless ghouls

[heartofaspen]

i would love to see u draw little critters like possums and raccoons and stuff :3 i know u usually draw more human/humanesque chars but i can see u doing the critters so much justice!!!

little animal

#aspenart #possum #opossum #art