#wg crafts

[windmill-ghost]

To the person who posted “i wish big man was real” in the plaza during the demo: your wish is now granted. Team Scissors ftw!

#wg creates #wg crafts #needle felting #splatoon #bigmansweep

[hungwy-sinner]

Ugh when will this belly touch the floor? 😩

(He/they only!!!)

#wg kink #belly kink #pictures of me #mine #ignore the craft bag in the background lol

[queen-raven-imp]

A Wordgirl-themed fortune-teller I made in quarantine. I just found it in my desk drawer, and I forgot how much work I put into it 😅

The question is “Which WG Villain are You?” and each color corresponds to a villain (the symbols on the flaps are a clue).

#Wordgirl #wordgirl fandom #wordgirl meme #crafts #Wordgirl fortune teller #which WG villain are you? #I got LDW #but I made the fortune teller #so it doesn’t count #pick a color #yes I spelled cheese with a z

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Bluma: uncle wolfgang.. Bluma: uncle wolfgang!! Bluma: Wolfgang! I know you're awake!! WG: you sound like Mila Bluma: good WG: shouldn't you be asleep? the sun is barely there Bluma: i was crafting and- wait that doesn't matter! there's a fancy black car outside WG: it well parked? Bluma: yes WG: …how well parked. Bluma: very well i think? uncle Wolfgang i can't drive Bluma: it's right there! see? WG: that's new Bluma: should we call the police? should i call mom. WG: nah, bet it's just… a couple of losers trying to sell us knockoff products. Bluma: should i put my helmet on? WG: why not

#ehah #ts4 #ts4 story #munch #ok so fun fact bluma currently listents to everything mila likes. all of it #she'll develop her own taste later on i believe #bluma vatore #wolfgang munch

[bucknastysbabe]

heya, just wanted to ask if you write for chubby!aegon?? If so I’m dying for a request (even just a small blurb) just about Aegon and how he’d be with an innocent reader? including how the sex would be cause I reckon he’d still be sooo good won’t even phase the dude 😭 + breeding kink, thank youuuuu!!!

THIS WAS FUN!!! Thanks for the ask, hope it’s good mwah! I had a hard time researching English things. The whole crisps-biscuit-chips-muffins is a nightmare but they did it first soooo. But then went on a hole again on why southern Americans have the accent they do, an educational lesson in the name of smut!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Frottage, TW: WG, internalized hate, sad boy Aegon, Tyrell!Reader, she’s pretty innocent but Goes For It, chubby Aegon revolution, breeding kink, culture differences, innocence kink, He’s Trying To Do Right For The Poon

Cumming face on God ⤵️

According to the Faith, man and wife should remain chaste until they are wedded. Aegon was definitely not that man. Alicent had hammered it into his aching heads that his bride-to-be will remain untouched. The prince said fuck that and the stupid Gods she adhered to. Targaryen’s did what they want.

If they did exist they crafted his sweet little nymph to tempt the wicked men of the world. Aegon could barely restrain himself from jumping her bones when she giggled at Otto’s dry wit, or helped Helaena scoop up one of those hideous bugs she cared so much for.

The girl was a Tyrell. Otto had to pull some serious strings, or swords to get them to allow the cousin of the powerful Reach family to be his wife. Viserys wanted him to marry Helaena. Aegon refused to consummate, one of the few things he stood up for. They were annulled and Hel ended up with dutiful Aemond. They seemed like a good fit— strange.

Aegon slugged down some wine after his generous portion of meat. His belt dug into his belly. The blonde skimmed a conscious hand down his once flat stomach. His bride would probably think him a pig. Aegon frowned, planning on dragging his lazy ass to training or taking Sunfyre on more arduous rides.

Something to melt off the flesh softened by the drink.

Her musical giggle interrupted Aegon’s thoughts. He glanced up to her wide eyes, quirking a brow. She ducked, hiding a hand over her sculpted lips, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His cock twitched. Aemond held that annoying smirk of his. His cock un-twitched, if that was possible. The eldest Targaryen snapped, “What’s the fuss?”

She shook her head, snickering. Aemond supplied, “I was telling the little rose about the time you were so drunk they found you trying to ride Cole’s horse thinking it was Sunfyre,” he barked a laugh and waved his hands, “Sōvēs! Sōvēs!” Aegon’s face grew red with irritation. Stupid one-eye.

He grumbled, “Real funny Aemond. Never thought you’d get that spiked cock out of your ass to make jest,” violet eyes turned to the Tyrell, “In your free time, ask dear brother about the Pink Dread hm?”

Aemond slammed his cup down and hissed, “I think I see the pink dread supping right now.”

Aegon was flustered now. Absolutely joyous was he. The pretty girl’s snickers died down to a gaping look. Aegon stood up with his refilled wine and called, “I’ve had my fill, good night to you lovely rose.” Aemond smarted, “Are you positive Aegon? Usually half the feast is gone by now.”

The younger brother shared a look with the Tyrell, shrugging with a ‘hm.’

Aegon fought back the tears in his purple eyes. He was thoroughly embarrassed. He yanked off his belt in a fit, ignoring the pooch of his belly. Off he stomped to his quarters, ignoring one of the twins. Slamming the door behind him, Aegon perched on a thick wooden chair, a trusty flagon already prepared.

He slumped down, poking his soft midsection. Aegon squeezed at his thighs and arms, growing more upset. He groaned aloud, taking a swig of the Dornish Spiced. The prince couldn’t help but wonder if he was dooming the girl to a life of misery like Alicent and Viserys.

Forced to lay under a writhing, bloated man. Bear his heirs.

He suddenly felt very ill. Aegon blew out a breath to calm himself. He ended up tossing the flagon of wine out the window in a fit anyhow. Aegon had never once stopped his race to be the worst being to think about reality. Reality was harsh, unforgiving, made his head spin. He felt ill again, an uncomfortable flush making the prince sweat.

The door was rapped upon, once, twice. Aegon miserably groaned, “What Cargyll? Tell mother I’m indisposed!” The blonde dreadfully wanted to undress but feared what he might see. He had an inkling it was ghastly pale and girlish.

Softened by indulgence.

Aegon’s eyes flicked up to the door, an insult on pouty lips. Instead it was his rose, bashfully peaking through. He straightened up, sucked his belly in as best as possible. Her pretty curls bounced as she squeaked, “The Queen had forbade me from entering your chambers but you looked so upset my lord. Ser Cole said I could visit for a short time. Is everything alright?”

He sighed and thanked the strange Valyrian gods for letting him toss the wine. At least he didn’t look like a total drunkard. Aegon sighed, “Uh, I’m not feeling very well, but do come in.” She gave a small curtsy and rushed in, green silks dazzling against pretty skin. The lady perched delicately against the chair adjacent to Aegon.

The blonde’s violet eyes searched her own, wide and doe-like. He asked in a quick breath, “Do you find me pleasing?” She opened her mouth to be cut off, “Don’t lie to me little rose.” Aegon’s twisted soul vastly enjoyed her surprised noise and tremble of untouched lips. He couldn’t help but watch the flicker of uncertainty making the highborn woman squirm like a beggar, posture drooping.

She gaped, closed her mouth, and let out a small ‘hm.’

Aegon hid his fear with a lazy, “Hm? Taking too long dear.” He spluttered when she launched into his lap. Face to face. Her legs tight against his own, hanging off the sides of the chair. The Tyrell stared him down, a never before seen intensity to his eyes. Her little hands braced against his chest.

Aegon meekly asked, “Is that a yes, my lady?”

He grew more hot under the collar, her tight little body against his softened own. She hummed, “That was uncouth. I didn’t know to how explain that I find your very desirable.” The Reach girl curled a hand into his pale hair, smiling. She whispered, “I’d never thought I’d be married to one of the beautiful dragonlords. My father said your kind is too pretty.”

Aegon found himself hiding a genuine grin up at her. He liked her accent, even the nobles of the Reach sounded strange with their ‘r’s. The prince gently laid a shaking hand on her lower back, humming, “Am I too pretty? I cut my hair but now I feel like a muffin.”

She shook her head, curls bobbing. Aegon willed his cock to still. The Tyrell giggled, “You’re beautiful my prince.” Now was Aegon’s chance to go ahead and break the seal. He injected in a jumble of words, “Am I not trim enough?” His face was suffused in a blush now. How suave.

She laughed harder, “What? You should see the lords of the reach, massive beasts they are,” the lady slid a hand down to his belly, “I’d say you’re the right size. Not all boney like your brother.”

Aegon felt himself relax. Besides his prick. That thing was coming to full attention, fast. He sighed, “Thank the damn Seven.” The prince leaned into her face, earning a sharp inhale from her. He purred, “I’d be a right mess if I didn’t have the attentions of the prettiest rose in the Seven Kingdoms.” It was her turn to grow flustered now.

She looked to the side, biting her full lower lip all bashful and shy. Aegon grabbed her chin and redirected her look. The Targaryen breathed, “No, no, look at me now rosebud. You’ve got your prince riled up.”

His cock ached at her blown pupils, lips lax and for the taking. She whispered, “We can’t yet.” Aegon tucked himself into her tight curls, humming, “There’s other ways around it. As long as I don’t take your maidenhead dear.” She whimpered, hands clawing into his tight doublet.

“H-how do we do that?”

Aegon hummed, “Get on my bed and pull up that dress of yours. Your prince commands it.”

He lazily grinned at her jumping up and skittering to the bed, haphazardly toeing off her shoes. She hopped on and hiked up that beautiful green samite, exposing herself. Aegon’s violet eyes scanned her closed lips, shaking hands, and swollen cunt. He bit down on his knuckles with a groan.

Her shy reed of voice filled the room.

“Aegon? Will you come here already, please? I wish to look upon you.”

Aegon ambled up and approached her, breathing out in relief of the loosening of his stupidly tight breeches. He yanked off his boots first, promising, “Just a moment my rose.” She whimpered again, gazing upon his thickened thighs. The prince crawled between her trembling thighs, smoothing his hands up quavering flesh.

He lectured, “We’ll keep it outside for now. There’s other places on your perfect pussy that’ll make you cry for me,” Aegon nestled his cock against her weeping cunt. She wound a hand into his hair, pulling the prince flush to her body while kissing his plump lips. The prince couldn’t help but rut against his rose at the way she whined and eagerly received his more skilled kisses.

Aegon gripped her thighs as he drug his stiff cock against her clit and slit, the glide impossibly easier with the copious slick. His rose cried into their kisses, babbling against his lips. “S’good, oh my prince,” she whimpered. Aegon crooned, “Poor thing, hasn’t had a man show her real pleasure. Taking what you want.”

The prince off-handedly unbuttoned his coat, uncaring of his pudgy body. Not when this gorgeous creature was crying and begging wrapped around him, calling his name, sworn to bear his children. And those Tyrell’s were famously fertile as the grounds they ruled over.

She made a pouting noise at the release of Aegon’s lips, squeezing her thighs in annoyance. He laughed and spewed filth, “So eager for me already. I can’t wait to fill your pretty pussy full on our wedding night.” The girl practically howled at that, growing frantic. Aegon teased, “Yeah my rose? You like that? Getting stuffed full of my seed, bearing my heirs? Round and ripe with it?”

Tears pricked her eyes as she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! Wan’ your pretty babies!” She seized his lips for a sloppy embrace, whining and carrying one, leaking more and more. Aegon moaned himself, focusing on stimulating her bundle of nerves. She was tightening beneath him, grasping hands growing more insistent. The blonde murmured, “C’mon then, m’close sweets. Cum on me.”

She nodded and gushed against his cock, legs squishing into his waist. Aegon’s eyes rolled back, cumming to her desperate cries and hot slick. He grunted and yelped her name, rolling them over. She whimpered softly, panting while now on top. Aegon’s cock grew limp as he kissed her a couple more times.

She hummed, “I can’t wait. I’ll have as many as you want Aegon. As many.” She gently thumbed his plumped cheek, smiling at the degenerate like he hung the moon. Aegon grinned for once, promising, “I’ll give you as many my sweet,” he smacked her ass, “Too busy to rule because I’m fucking my fertile wife huh?”

Round two was about to begin based on her darkening look.

#hotd fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon ii x reader #asks answered

[lilcowzia]

What is your ultimate fantasy?

to become the fattest woman in the world uwu but thats basically just my goal too so fantasy wise i guess adding in stuff like becoming a dumb little-brained puppy bimbo too. i fantasize abt my wg shakes being drugged and getting fattened in an out of control haze. just a no holds barred, bring me fast food if im in the hospital, kind of extreme feedism. kinda, yanno. just 100% dedication to the craft

#ask #deathfeedism

[bluebearial]

Of Two Minds, Chapter 1

4.6k Words

Little sequel to House Guest! Not super necessary to read that first though, but I'd appreciate it :pleading:

Takes place some time afterward. It's morning, and it's time for You to head to the mall to meet up with your good friend! Looks like someone wants to come along for the ride...

Contains possession, TF, WG, hypnosis, a tiiiny bit of reality shift, and thought manipulation

Has illustrations!!

Divided into 2 halves for Tumblr. Click here for Chapter 2! Or view the full thing here >:)

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Morning comes quicker than you’d like. It always seems to. Your hands grip the sheet beneath you as you drag yourself out of your slumber. You roll over with a grunt, and you meet a beam of light as it seems to shine perfectly between the blinds. Your tail curls between your legs as you pull the blankets over your face, trying to salvage what’s left of your sleep. It’s ultimately in vain, and you eventually find yourself sitting up. You let out a low groan as you run your hand through your hair, wiping a few strands away from your face. You ought to get up - you know you ought to - but you find yourself sitting there for at least a few minutes, eyes closed, as you idly knead your blankets. An urge strikes you, and you arch your back, letting out a drawn out, mewling yawn as you give your arms and legs a much-needed stretch. As you smack your lips, a single thought crosses your mind…

‘I’m so thirsty…’

A glance at your clock gives you enough motivation to slip out of bed. You scratch your back, barely mustering the energy to stand up straight as you trudge your way to the kitchen. You were thirsty, sure, but you’re also pretty hungry. You take a quick look in the fridge, and your eyes immediately land on a jug of milk. Just what you need.

Swiping that, and a box of cereal from the pantry, you get to work crafting your breakfast. It’s hard work for sure, but you persevere. You pour a bit of cereal and a lot of milk, and you spend a few minutes lapping it up – taking breaks to idly browse the internet on your phone. Once you finish, you opt to make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. You let out a grumble as you run your hand through your shaggy, curly hair. You need a shower. When was the last time you washed it anyway…? As you enter the bathroom, your eye catches a flash of purple in the mirror. It stops you in your tracks, and you whip round to face the cat in the mirror. Blinking your wide, turquoise eyes, you lean against the sink as you draw closer. You wiggle your button nose, running a hand across your fuzzy cheek in wonder. Your ears, those fluffy little triangles poking through the top of your mane, swivel and flatten as your tail coils against the floor.

Oh my god… You’d almost forgotten, hadn’t you?

You open your mouth and study the inside of your maw as you lick your sharp, feline teeth. You’d almost forgotten about your night with Spectre – that cerulean ghost. How long has it been since then? A few months at least? Ever since you met her, you had never been the same.

Literally, you think as you look down at your chest. Most of your body is a faded periwinkle, but your chest, middle, and the end of your tail are a dusty, light purple. You give your chest a gentle heft, letting out a sigh through your nose as your cheeks turn a darker purple… Your thumbs – at least you still had those – sift through your fur as you revel in how soft you feel. You sway your hips – they’re a little wider than they used to be, you think. Your ears instinctively swivel as they catch the sound of a far-off birdsong. It’s all become second nature to you. From the weight of your tail behind you, the feeling of your fur against your body, and the steadily rising purr in your chest, it’s a wonder that you forgot you were a cat. Or…

As you direct your attention back towards the mirror, and think back to the way you reacted, you ponder it some more. Maybe, in a way, you’ve gotten so used to your new body that you forgot you were ever human at all.

“Hmm,” you give a concerned hum. You weren’t sure where the sudden existentialism came from. Scratching your head, digging your nails—claws, into your hair, you figure it’s much too early for that kind of introspection. You meander your way into the shower, sliding your hand along the tile wall until it reaches the handle. You turn it on, and let out a sigh as warm water falls onto you. Your shoulders deflate and you angle your head up, eyes closed as you just. Stand there for a while, soaking in the water and warmth. You remember hearing somewhere that cats don’t like water, but that clearly doesn’t apply to you. Good thing too – you aren’t sure how you’d manage if you couldn’t shower. You suppose that you could… Lick yourself?

You grimace a little as you imagine yourself bending over, leg outstretched, dragging your tongue through your fur... Hheughh. You could never do that. …Though, you’ve also never really tried, have you?…

You wrangle your thoughts away from how you would taste, returning to the feeling of water soaking through your fur. If there’s one thing you realized a few months ago, during one of your first showers in your new body, it’s that you feel heavy when you’re soaked. Your tail lazily sways behind you, brushing the floor… Your waterlogged hair hangs over your face and clings to it, prompting you to brush it out of the way as you reach for the shampoo. Your paw nearly hits an old bottle of body wash, causing you to pause. You don’t exactly need it now that you’re covered in hair.

You spend the next few minutes running a hairdryer over your body, purring quietly as you then comb your fingers through your fur. Compared to before, it feels much softer now! If a little damp. Looking in the mirror, you take a bit to fuss over your hair. You pick up your brush and drag it through your mane. You gently pull it through your curly locks, carefully undoing any snags you encounter. You continue to brush it, then comb it a bit, before settling on a fluffy bob-cut. You… take a second to admire yourself in the mirror, puffing your hair up with your hands. You put them together, shuddering from the way your fuzzy chest squishes between your arms. You look so girly, you feel so girly, and?

“Mrrr~rrow~?” You experiment.

Well, you don’t sound very girly. At least, you don’t think so.

You let out a disappointed hum. As you hear your voice for a second time, something in your chest sinks. Your voice comes with an unmistakably boyish tinge. It’s a little deeper than you’d expect from a body like yours. It’s not as soft or silky smooth as you’d like it to be…

But, you think that that’s okay. You just, had to make sure. It comes naturally, at any rate. Feeling your meows rumble up and past your tongue fills you with the warmest sense of affirmation. Collecting your striped tail in your arms, you play with it as you pitter-patter your way back to the kitchen, giggling and meowing along the way. Today’s going to be such a fun day! You had a lot planned. First, you’re going to wait for your fur to completely dry. Then, you’ll go out to meet your best friend, Roy! You recall that he wanted to go to the mall with you about… four months ago, by your judgement. Of course, that was before he found out about your sudden change in lifestyle.

Understandably, you two never went to the mall that day.

It wasn’t that he was against your transition. You two just spent the day talking about, well, you instead. It was a weird time for you - it still is - but he was there to support you.

Then, work started to get in the way for both of you. You were at least thankful that your boss was understanding towards you and your changes, but – your hours have only gotten longer. You think that maybe he sees you as more of a mascot than anything.

But never mind that! You brush those negative thoughts aside as you enter the kitchen. You pull a chair and sit down, paw on your chin. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you still had some time before you ought to head out. What should you do now…?

Suddenly, your chair shifts beneath you. It sways and wobbles, behaving more like jello than wood. It nearly knocks you off completely, but two paws emerge from the wood to wrap around your middle. You let out a confused meowl as they give you a tight squeeze.

“My, my…~ Mew’ve gotten fatter. Nyaaa, softer too... What’s meowr secret, hm?~”

You’d know that voice anywhere. That smoothness, the rumbling undercurrent it possesses. Not to mention the constant cat puns. Your chest seems to lighten as you recognize it. Looking down, you’d find a cat oozing partway out of your chair. Her paws squeeze your soft middle, kneading it like fuzzy dough. She rubs her cheek against your side, vibrating against you with content little purrs. She looks a bit like you, you think. Her mouth curls into a smile as her dark, monstrous eyes look up at you.

“S--… Spect~aahhh?!” You open your mouth, but you’re thrust into the air as Spectre jumps out of your chair. Her paws, hooked beneath your arms, turn you around and pull you into a nice, soft hug. Her ‘fur’ feels just as soft and ethereal as you remember. Your ears angle just a bit lower as you hear, and feel, her steady purrs. For some reason you join her, purring as well. You’re not sure why – maybe it’s purely instinct, but you can’t deny how nice it feels as your voices start to harmonize. Your thoughts begin to drift back to that night - the night she invaded not just your house, but your personal space as well. By all metrics, it was the weirdest night of your life. So why are you smiling?

“Someone’s missed me.~ Prrrr…~” She coos, smirking as you nuzzle against her cheek.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask in turn, looking up at her, “I thought you’d never come back.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Mew’re too cute to just leave alone. Mwrrrr.~” She lilts, gently setting you down. You find yourself shuffling in place, twiddling your fingers.

“A,Am I really cu—"

“But,” she continues, putting up a paw, “I’m also quite bored, truth be told… Compared to m’your life, the Nyafterlife is so boring.” Oh, she even finds you interesting? This is not helping your flustery little episode.

“O,Oh, well,” you stammer, glancing around for something to do as you stroke your tail, “Well—Um, make yourself at home?” You offer, “I was about to go out, but… um. Yeah.” You look away a bit, cheeks ablush, and Spectre lets out a most interested coo.

“Going meowt, hmm?~” She lilts, splaying herself out in the air. “And where might mew be going? Can I come with?~”

“Just to the mall,” you reply, pulling one of your locks aside with an airy chuckle, “I, um, figured I haven’t gone out in a while, y’know, and— Wait.” Your gaze whips back toward your guest. “…You, wannya come with me?” You repeat her words slowly, trying to pick out any hidden meaning. Spectre must’ve seen the look on your face, because you hear her start to giggle.

“Nya’of course! There’s nyathing wrong with that, is there?” She asks, paw on her cheek. She floats around you, brushing her pawpads against your fur. You try not to shiver.

“Well-- Mew’re a ghost!” You offer, “Mew–... You, can’t just show up in public! …Can mew?” The idea hadn’t occurred to you before! But, you could imagine that a ghost just, flying around in full view would be… Well, it’d attract a lot of attention for sure.

“Mnyaa, I don’t see why nyot…” She muses, “Who’s to say they wouldn’t take a liking to me, nya? Nyafter all, mew sure did.~” Her uncharacteristically thoughtful expression shifts into a much more familiar grin as she floats closer to you. It was hard to explain how, but her presence is tangible. It’s as though she has an invisible aura, one that never fails to make you feel flustered. Shy. Vulnerable. Your pointy ears flatten as your tail starts to coil around your leg. As you lift that long, fluffy, thoroughly catlike appendage to hold it between your purple paws, you at least have to admit… She has a point.

“But.~” She begins anew, snapping your attention back to her, “Purrhaps mew make a point as well. It would draw a bit too much attention, wouldn’t it? What if I…?” She trails off, and you watch as she begins to glow in the morning light. Her paws and chest, as soft as they were already, lose their definition. Her wispy tail widens and begins to solidify as a pair of legs begin to form from her narrowing hips. She puts a paw – a forepaw – to her hair, pushing it up and aside. That azure and white-tipped mane recedes and dissipates, leaving a shower of sparkles in its wake. Spectre’s ears, now without any hair in the way, flick and swivel.

“So.” She takes a step towards you, a most confident smirk on her face. “Pwrrrrr, I think this will do… What about mew, what does this one think?~”

Spectre stands before you, on all fours, resembling an actual cat. …If a cat was blue. And was also as tall as your chest.

“...Spectre,” you carefully enunciate, putting your paws up as she steps closer, “I, don’t think this will work.”

“Mrrrp? Why ever nyot?” She lilts. With a pwomf, she presses up against you, standing on her toes for extra height. “People own cats, right?~ Mwrrr, and they love to take them nyout fur walks in the park. Or the mall. Or wherever it is they go.~”

“Spectre,” you give her a pointed look, “How many cats do you see that are, what, four feet tall?” She tilts her head. Judging from her expression, you wonder if she might finally see your point. But then, her mouth curls into an unnerving, feline smile. Ohh, no. You don’t know where this is going, but it gives you a feeling similar to watching a car crash about to happen.

“Oh, I see.” She gives a little huff. “Do mew nyot think this will work then? In that case…” The cat begins to glow, and your fur bristles as she grows bigger, bigger, bigger. Where she was nearly as tall as you before, she towers above you now. Her glow subsides just before her head can bump the ceiling.

“Nyaaa. How’s this?~” Spectre asks, tilting her head and giving her lips a lick. She lays down in front of you, deftly wrapping her forelegs behind you. You flinch as one of her massive paws bumps against your back. Each one is as wide as your body is tall, easily pushing you closer to her waiting face. You bump against her nose, and you let out a forceful hwumph as you bend against it. With an innocent chirp, she firmly nuzzles you, sifting and sniffing her nose through the soft fur on your belly, stopping for only a moment as it bumps up to the bottom of your chest.

“S,Spectre.” Your cheeks tinging a deep purple, you run your hands down the length of her snout. Her nose isn’t really that long, at least proportionally, but all the same, your arms almost fully extend before your hands reach the base of it. She was just that big. Her breath feels warm against your body, and you again suppress the urge to shudder. It’s all you can do to maintain your composure. “I, r,respectfully, think you’re going a little overbb~ooo~oo~aaahh,,,,~~”

You gasp as she begins to vibrate. Her massive purrs worm their way deep into you, before vibrating right out the other side. You could feel your own thoughts rumble and blur as your body vibrates incessantly. At some point, you begin to purr too, spurred to join your good friend in this shared bliss… Spectre’s rumbles fall into a rhythm that ebbs and flows. You feel compelled to follow her lead, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to stay at least halfway cognizant. You lean forward and over the tip of her nose. Her large eyes, completely abyssal if not for her yellow irises, angle to look at you. Her purrs stop for a moment, if only so she could crack an amused grin.

“Poor kitten…” She muses, as quietly as she can, yet her voice sounds as though it’s all around you.

“Hhmnn…~ Mmnn~nyaa…~” Is all that your soupy brain can form in response. Everything just feels… really soft nyow. You feel safe. You feel warm, all over.~ You’re more aware of the softness of your fur, the sensation of your tail as it curls in the air behind you, and the soft fibers of Spectre’s ghostly fur as you knead it with your paws. You’re almost addicted to it, which is why a swirling sense of disappointment dwells in you as she lifts her head, out of your reach. Her massive mitts, securely keeping you in one spot up to this point, turn you around. You note their overwhelming strength, and but also the immense care she must be taking in order to manipulate you this way. Almost like a doll. She gives you a gentle squeeze, forcing an especially spirited purr out of you as her vibrant blue paw pads squish against your chest and belly. Though you were facing away from her now, you could feel her presence behind you. Her warm miasma grows more and more intense as her face draws closer. Her nose brushes through your hair so it can press against the back of your neck, lovingly rubbing up and down. By the time her lips press up to you, you feel the urge to say something to her, but your mind is too scrambled to figure it out. And, as if that isn’t enough…

Pwrrrrrrr… Prrrrrrrr… Prrrrrrrrrrr…~

Squeezing you tighter, she pushes herself against the back of your neck, and begins her purrs anew, sending them directly into you and down your spine. You arch your back, fur standing on end, before you feel yourself turn to jelly. You think you start to drool at some point, but your head is too full of that rumbling cacophony for you to care. You mewl with a pitiful softness, moaning as your vision begins to blur. You hardly have the presence of mind to think about it, but it’s a wonder that you haven’t completely blacked out. Purring is all you know, and you purr in harmony with your captor. You’re compelled to buck your hips as you feel something tense up down there. You feel like you’re on fire, yet in the deepest bliss you’d ever known. It was like an EMP hit your head, fuzzing away any and all coherent thought, and leaving only the most soothing, reaffirming kitty feelings in their place. It’s a hypnotic soup of feelings, and you’re totally lost in the sauce.

Soon, the purring that forms your entire world tapers off. You try to take stock of your situation, but your bleary eyes don’t help matters. Spectre hums, considering something from the sound of it. You splay your hands out, before balling them up, then splaying them out again, marveling at just how like, fuzzy they are… Your paw pads feel funny when you clench them, and you love the way your claws feel when they slip out from the ends of your digits. Like, how does that work, y’know? You giggle, and you wipe the drool from the edge of your wobbly smile. However it works, it feels good to do. You hear Spectre quietly giggle, then nudge your neck again. Before you can get your sluggish thoughts together, to ask her what’s wrong, you feel something sharp gently bite the back of your neck.

Then, you go limp.

Spectre scruffs you, lifting you off the ground. You try to move your arms, your legs, your head, but your body refuses to respond. You’re powerless but to go along with her as she carries you out of your kitchen, towards the living room. You end up on your couch with a muffled thud, rubbing your cheeks as you slowly regain your senses. What just happened?

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Spectre lilts as she effortlessly slips beneath you. You find yourself lying atop her, resting your head atop her pillowy chest, “We could spend nyall meowrning like this, couldn’t we?~”

All morning… all morning… Wait.

Oh my gosh, you almost forgot.

“I gotta--…” You grunt as you get up – as much as you hate to leave a spot so comfy. Your knees wobble as you stand. Clearly, your body was still recovering from the experience you just went through. “I was gonnya,,, gonna meet someone today! What… Mwrrr,” you purr out some residual rumbles, rubbing the side of your head, “What time is it?”

Spectre almost looks disinterested as she flips her paw, staring at her bare wrist.

“Looks to be nyearly 11 o’clock, dearest, but are mew sure mew can’t spare a little more time~?” She offers. As much as you’d love to, more than you yourself even know, you shake your head.

“Spectre, listen, I… Um, I’ve been looking furward—forward to this fur a long time. And I don’t think you can really, well, come with? Being a cat and all.” You blush as you offer the best explanation you can, fighting through your own reluctance at having to decline her. A blush that only deepens as she giggles.

“Nyaaaa’rling, I do hope mew realize… Mew’re nyot nyexactly inconspicuous mewrself, mrrr~?”

Your ears lower. You rub your arm, remembering just how fuzzy you are.

“Oh. Right, but—”

“But that’s nyalright,” she cuts you off with a nonchalant flick of her paw, “I’ll just hitch a ride instead, hmm?~”

“Mew’ll hitch a ri—…” She said it with such a casual air that it took a second for your silly little head to catch up, “Mew’re gonna do what?”

But it was already too late. With a swift motion, Spectre wraps her arms around your middle as she floats behind you. You couldn’t help but let out a meek squeak as she gives you a hearty squeeze, securing you within a surprisingly soft hug. Her chin rests on your shoulder, and the feeling of her massive chest rubbing up and down your back makes you shudder.

“S~Spectre…? Mew’re, nyot really gonnya…” Your plea fizzles out as you look to your left, at her. From the corner of your eye, she gives you a sly look to combat your wry, flustered grin. You blush… You could still vividly remember the last time it happened. Or at least, parts of it. You were so out of it, the possession itself was more of a blur. You aren’t sure if you’re ready for the full experiohmygod.

Spectre unclasps her paws, releasing her grip before you feel her just phase right into your back. You let out a surprised, shaky “Mnnyaa~aa~aa!?” as you feel her shove her way inside. It’s a tight fit. Her wispy tail wiggles nakedly in the air behind your back for a bit, before managing to slip in. You could feel her energy spread and permeate through your body, bringing an odd warmth along with it. Your rub your shoulders to try and pat down your bristling fur, but… but…

Um, what were you… doing?...

You blink a few times, trying to recall what just happened to you, but your thoughts feel slow to form. They feel amorphous, floaty, scrambled... Your head feels… um… full…? You idly rub your unfocused eyes. It’s as though your thoughts are being pushed out of your own head.

“Mmyaa, sorry, sorry.~” comes a thought, “I thiiiink I’m taking up too much space.~”

“Hmmnh,? Mmrrr,,,?” You murmur in reply. Immediately, the fog recedes. Your eyes begin to focus. “Spectre?”

“Mrrp?”

“…This is your plan? Purr~ssessing me?” You ask, tilting your head slightly. “…A-Again,” you make sure to add.

“Mmmmhrrrmm.~” comes a purring thought. A thought you’re pretty sure you didn’t think, now that you think about it - but, it is one you thought anyway. “Don’t think of it as purrssession. Really, I’m just tagging along, nya~ I wannya see what myour daily prr~routine is like! Mew’re hanging out with that cute guy today too, aren’t nya? I’d love to meet him too.~”

“Are… you sure?” You ask, rubbing your shoulders some more. Even if she isn’t in front of you, you could see the smug, catlike look coming off her. Especially so now that she was… well, inhabiting your body. “Wait, how did you know I was meeting someone?”

“Just purr~etend I’m nyot even here.~” She reassures purringly. “I’m just a passenger.~”

“Well… nyalright,” you acquiesce. The fact she ignored your question isn’t lost on you. You wanted to pursue the question, but… You think you know the answer already. “Just, don’t do anything, y’know, weird.”

“Weird? Me? Yoww, I can’t believe you’d think of me that way.~ Noooooo.~” Spectre coos. Hearing her voice in your own head makes it hard not to blush. Despite everything, her words are… oddly soothing? You’re sure that you’d be able to catch her if she tried anything... In fact, you know you will.

You awkwardly stand for a few moments, rubbing your arm as you take stock. You were a little tired before, but now? You feel quite good, actually! More than good. You look yourself over, glad to see that you aren’t too tousled up after what happened.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath, “…Okay. I’m normal. I’m, so normal.” You can’t quite take your mind off the fact that you’re literally possessed now, but. Unlike last time, you’re still in control. Which is good! You feel just about ready to head out too. Just one more thing, though…

“What should I wear…?” You wonder aloud, looking down at yourself. Even though your transition was a few weeks ago, you still haven’t gotten around to changing your wardrobe. You aren’t even sure what would fit a catgirl like yourself. You definitely couldn’t wear your old shoes anymore. You’ve tried that. Even still, you’re sure that you have a few clothes that you could make work.

You hum as you weigh your options… Maybe a shawl could work, or a jacket of some kind? You’re pretty sure you have at least one of those. Then again…

Something tickles at the back of your mind, causing your thoughts’ tempo to skip and stutter. A warm feeling wells up in your chest, bubbling up until…

“Naaah.~” The word just slips out between your lips, and you crack an adorable little smirk. Who’re you kidding? You look good like this. Between your periwinkle fluff, your subtle stripes along your shoulders and upper arm, and that adorably white tummy, why would you want to hide any of it? Your clothes hardly fit you anyway.

You find yourself taking a few moments to just, admire your own body. Squeezing your pudge, you almost wish you had more of it… You’d feel really comfy, then…

“Ah! Right,” you shake your head. It’s as though your thoughts are returning to you. Weren’t you about to head out? You’d best get on that.

Continued in Chapter 2.

#writing #spectre #anthro #ghost #a LOT happens dude. how do i tag this

[ofallthingsnasty]

oh no Im into feederism and those lines of crocodile is making me go FGHRDTJDGRFHRTHD especially if its forced feederism 🤤

It will be in my mind 24/7 since I love crocodile so much and THIS is just perfect,,,

references this post

Not going to lie "But, I suppose there's no harm in fattening you up some more first" was the reason I had to share the screenshots on here... Excuse me, Sir? Could you be any more on the nose? Jeez 😵‍💫 I'm not really into feederism but weight gain can be really cute when done gently/with condescension. I love the humiliation aspect of it; the thought of being bare and naked and insecure underneath that steely gaze like in this post... And Crocodile just hits the spot 😔

tw.weight gain (a bit of wg based humiliation), yandere, fat + fem reader, had to answer this on mobile because our connection is busted again, sorry

For me, it's just the whole package, you know? That big, serious man who organized a whole crime syndicate to topple a country and get his hand on an ancient weapon, who says he's never trusted anyone, who was mocking the people of Alabasta from the very start - that same man deserves something nice and soft and sweet, don't you think? He loves his luxuries, big and small and in-between, and you are just that; an indulgence, something soft to come home to. He doesn't need to trust you if you aren't allowed to leave, if you are his well kept little secret, a little basement wife - because you'll never get out, anyway. It's entirely selfish and it makes him a bit vulnerable, yes, but that man thinks he can't fail. His ego is somewhere up among the stars, and he's arrogant enough to twist your predicament around into something else entirely - that you should be grateful you get to live such a lavish life, that he has done you nothing but favors. He's mean. He's cold. And he's cruel. But he also takes a certain pride in your care - from clothes to accessories, from the entertainment he provides you with to the food you eat. It's all curated, all crafted to suit you and flatter him, to mold you into something he can enjoy even more.

And seeing you gain weight? Makes his heart sing in a way that's even darker, even more possessive.

It means you're thriving in his hands, makes your lap softer and gives him more to touch, defile and mark. And it's an opportunity. It's cute how you fluster and shake when you finally gather the courage to tell him your clothes don't fit anymore and it's even cuter when he has you try them on for him and gets to see your mortification at having to undress and squeeze and struggle in front of him, under his steely gaze. After all, those clothes were expensive - and carefully picked out, too - so let him see if what you're saying is true. He gets to take the whole show in, gets to humiliate you subtly while you're reminded of who holds the reins in this fucked up excuse of a relationship. Forget about the injustice of this and think about how you want your captor to like you or else you'll be turned into gator food. He's not going to tell you that he loves the way you've filled out, how he can rest his head on a heavier chest and lap - he holds the cards in this moment and they'll have you on your best behavior.

It's about humiliation and keeping you small and about making you feel like he needs to like you. It's a game, one with a purpose; to make you more pliant, eager and more dependent than you already are. That man has layers and he can play his tricks like few others can - and he'll make sure you'll never truly glean the extent of his intentions. And affections.

#it's hard to explain in just a short text but that man sees an opportunity and goes for it. for fuck's sake operationutopia was years in the #making you don't think he'd plan mind games like this? of course he would; two birds one stone: he gets a fat(ter) little basement wife and #your self esteem/image gets ground to dust. perfect. #btw he'd never feed you to the fucking gators but if it helps with keeping you sweet... well who is he to argue #/crocodile #/one piece #tw.yandere #tw.dark content

[bulletproofscales]

Hey there, hope you’re well! Love your work, it’s amazing. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but was really interested in how you started writing BTS wg fics and which member of youe favourite to write about? always love your work and excited for whatever comes next :)

omg hiii!! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ first of all, thank you soso much for the support?!!?!? it always makes me happy to see likes/reblogs/ao3 comments from blogs i recognize (ಥ﹏ಥ) and this ask,,, youre making my day.

i got inot a ramble so ill put one of these hehe sorry (ง ื▿ ื)ว

i dont mind the question at all!! even if i was a deep lurker in feedism communities of most of my fandoms. looking "chubby draco malfoy " into google images since 2012 (￣▽￣*)ゞ and later religiously following wg-writers of whatever fandom i migrated through. i would always send so many asks, and when i got into BTS i was older, and properly aware of what feedism was, and actively looking for it on tumblr. back then it was a handful of people with now deactivated blogs and @bangtanstummies (who as im writing this blog see has a deactivated blog as well :,) , i swear going through my dms is like going through a cementary) . i try to stay in touch with as many of the people now as i can!! but everyone will know im the suckiest at texts (@cookiesuga55 will know ) but id love to chat more and be more present

anyway back to the community in 2018, i really loved their stuff, and i felt like there was still room to add new ideas (which was hard in a fandom with as much fanficiton as BTS's) , thats what inspired to make my blog!! back then it was claled bangtangchub, and i didnt know how to activate my asks, bangtanstummies was the one to let me know and we even got into a discord all of us together!!! crazy times ( ◡‿◡ *) i remember being the oldest of the group👴 i was 15 at the time, some coudl argue it wasn't my place to be writing fetish fanfiction, maybe theyre right. but i found such a happy place in my fics. not only have i met some of my closest friends through here; (people ive met in real life!?!? ) but its helped me so much to find a safe place to explore my emotions, sexuality, and craft a hobby that was all my own. i dont think im that good of a writer, but i am really so proud of having stuck to something for so long, and having worked on it all by myself.

often times i feel like i lack the motivation to do anything with my life, and just all-around consider myself someone who lacks the strength and backbone to really do hard things. and i like to think of this blog, and my journey in it, as a place that proof i can... idk,, be good at things i worked hard on.

ANYWAY!! that was a long rant. As for the character i like writing the most about!! welli role play as jungkook almost daily! so i do feel a lot of myself in him. but i love writing all characters, over the years i really made an effort to not fall into a comfortable ship, because i really do think you could spin a wheel and whatever combination of bts members ahs their own unique loving dynamic.

as for things to come!! im working on a fic inspired by some art i saw recently by @gigichingado , jikook, im really liking how its turning out, and ofc because its me, its stretching out more and more in the build up ( _ _ ") . but i want it done over this week!! ps, i saw your obese tae requests, and i can definetly get something out after that (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

thank you for asking and giving me a place to rant!!

#big rant!!! #i love getting questions like these

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[windmill-ghost]

Remember when I ran a poll of Mortasheen monsters so I could felt the winner? Well, I lied.

#wg creates #wg crafts #mortasheen #needle felting #gif //

[extra-stout-stories]

What story did more than any other to shape the way you write today?

That's a really good question! If I had to pick just one, I'd say "Vast Tonnage," which was an early XWG story on Dimensions. Reading it in hindsight, it's pretty crudely written (and has an adultery subplot I don't care for), but discovering that I wasn't the only person with fantasies about XWG was the revelation that set me on the path.

After that? "Cherie," another Dimensions story, helped me see how my auxiliary kinks (in this case, wealth and hedonism) tied in with feedism. StudioFA (also the GOAT WG artist) and ClickFA were pioneers in writing XWG fic that had some literary merit to it. The current owners of Dimensions seem determined to scrub all traces of the story page from the Internet Archive, which is a shame.

All of those were traditional "fit male feeder / SSBBW feedee" stories. I *wish* there were more good straight mutual gain fic I could cite as an inspiration, which is why I'm doing my part to write some!

In terms of the craft of writing, a lot of that comes from reading widely in subjects and themes that aren't feedist fic. But I try to bring all that insight to my kink.

Thanks for the interesting ask, anon!

#if we're talking a deep psychological understanding of the kink I also owe a lot to some anonymous RP partners on Omegle over the years tbh

[selenadrawsstuff]

Ready for Valentine's Day?

WG: Oh yes…..you know, Valentine’s Day is the one day of the year that we get to spend the entire class time working on nothing but sweet crafts while listening to music!

Victor: I never usually give this holiday a second thought, but now, I don’t know……I may give a gift or two to Elsa this year. :)

(Goodness, who knows what the other kids will be up to!)

#Frankenweenie #Frankenweenie weird girl #weird girl frankenweenie #weird girl #Cynthia #Victor Frankenstein #Victor #Frankenweenie victor #Elsa Van helsing #Frankenweenie elsa #Elsa frankenweenie #Victor frankenweenie #answered ask #ask #Valentine’s Day #Tim Burton

[lavender-sunhaven]

So how do we feel about that update

because I'm obsessed

Sheds are changing my life. This is exactly what I wanted. I'm so happy.

(this got really long so I'll put my thoughts under a read more! spoilers for, the update I guess!)

I am speedrunning sheds immediately. I have already found some places to set them up and figured out how I can fit my entire crafting operations into 2 sheds. Now I just need to move over all the stuff in the chests in my one barn so that I can replace it with the shed and put the barn elsewhere.

Then I can use shed 3 for storage as I've wanted so badly so I don't need nearly so many hecking chests everywhere. Shed 4.... I actually don't know what I'll use it for yet. I actually have options! Maybe I will dress it up like a cute little room, or keep some of my pet collection in it, or fill it with stuffed animals, or see if I can make a cute little flower shop like Lavender would want.... I'm excited. I have options again. And assuming I can find somewhere else to put my other barn, that opens up a lot for me.

Also the barn upgrades are great. They don't take up any more space than before, they look cool, sure they give me more junk that I have to remove to fit more animals in but that's always the truth so it's neat. Now I have... ladders I guess. But I can store them in my shed!

But also. Nel'Vari barns. I am. SO excited

the moment I saw. that they had added in a frog barn animal. I knew. I would need Nel'Vari barns immediately. I love him I need 10 of these things right now immediately

All the new animals are so cute! I'm excited to get stuff set up so that I can put them places and gain their resources.

To that end, though, I realized that Nel'Vari barns were going to require me to actually do Progression that I hadn't done yet (because so far I hadn't really found anything I wanted that required Nel'Vari mines stuff. I knew I wanted to get there sooner or later, but just... didn't need to yet). I have a fire under my butt again and I'm actually making progress which feels amazing. Trying to seriously manage multiple farms is going to be a problem but what I really need to find a spot to do a massive amount of wheat production which will help with all the barns. It'll be complicated, but I'll figure it out.

uhhhhh oh yeah more RNPCs happened. They're cool! I like Kai, I've met him and I like his stuff so far as I've seen it. I haven't met Vivi yet but I can't WAIT to forcefully befriend her. Wesley is... Wesley. I'm happy for him. I'll befriend him eventually, probably while I'm in the middle of running around Nel'Vari doing mine stuff.

The house customization I haven't been able to play a lot with yet but I will more when I have my sheds figured out and money to waste. Playing Mix and Match should be fun, and I'm glad they're planning to put out more in the future! Even more stuff to look forward to~

Also now sometimes ghosts come and water my crops and I love them. Me and the ghosts are buds.

But also... this list... ohhhh man this list. I love this list. I'm p excited for most things on it but ESPECIALLY Farm Structures and WG and NV fruit trees. I LOVE fruit trees. I have a whole orchard section on my farm. Passive income is my JAM. Black market? Birthday? MORE RNPCs? I'm looking forward to all of these so much. Race-based dialog I know is something a lot of players have been looking for for a long time so I am interested to see how that gets put in! More dialog is generally good and they seem to have the personalities of the characters pretty well in hand so hopefully they'll just be fun fluff things and Lavender will finally be able to relate to Kitty and Catherine and they'll be best Amari buds forever (And then with Vivi too!)

Anyways I just wanted to spew my thoughts everywhere for a bit because I've been having so much fun again. Tell me your thoughts! Anything you don't like? What do you want to see in the future?

Bonus: Claude continues to have a hard time fighting the vampire allegations.

#sun haven #sun haven update #sun haven update 1.2 #I measured the sheds are the same size as the tier 1 barns and it's perfect #I have been properly spurred on to interact with more of the game and it feels so good #oh my god I haven't even gone to withergate yet I haven't even SEEN the withergate barn animals yet I just realized! #might reblog this with an update when I do and when I get some barns sorted #now I'm going to have TWO frog collections it's going to be fantastic #also I have an irl friend named Vivi and I'm going to send her screenshots as I romance Vivi Sun Haven and she'll love it #she wants to know what her farmer sim self is like #ALSO they put in wedding portraits and I'm so happy but so mad because I'm not divorcing Jun I could not do that to him but I NEED to know #what his wedding portrait looks like #if someone can find that and help me with that I will be. so grateful #anyways now I'm going to go play sun haven more have fun guys

[abysscronica]

DO you have an OC for One Piece? And what other OCs from other people do you like? Thank you!

Thank you for the question. Mh... I don't have specific OCs, but I guess any MC I made for reader-insert story could be turned into an OC, they just lack a physical description after all. So if I had to choose my favorite, I'd obviously pick birdie (many readers already consider her an OC anyway).

A special mention would also go to the MC I crafted for an Arlong x reader one shot (link) - the story is quite brief so not too many details are given, but I did spend some time over the character even if most features didn't make it to the actual os. It's a CP-0 agent that ate the Mythical human zoan, model Demon, and acquired monstrous strength and stamina as a result (among other beastly things that are only hinted at in the story). Not only I like the girl-with-brute-strength trope, but it's super interesting to write a character that is... morally questionable to say the least, given she's a WG agent and doesn't really mind it.

As for other people's OCs, I have to admit I don't often read such stories unless they're from authors/friends I follow. The only one I can mention (and I actually love) is Kyo, KiraReno's OC - a friend and author from Wattpad, currently on indefinite hiatus. Kyo is the result of MONTHS if not YEARS of crafting and studying the canon material, she's very original and well-thought, and a lot of fun to read.

#one piece oc #captive birdie #arlong x reader #one piece reader insert

[unaplays]

✨ Diluc Pyro DPS Build ✨

🔥 I still remember when I first started playing Genshin, I really wanted Diluc. I wanted him so bad I spent all my primogems on the standard banner hoping I’d get him because my friend told me I could get him there. Well, I didn’t know he was a non-limited 5* character!

🔥 Fast forward to one year later, he finally came home when I was pulling for Nilou. Back then I already had Wolf's Gravestone (WGS) before he even came. Now my WGS has met its rightful owner! I immediately was set to build him right away, I even bought him his skin cuz he’s a king and he deserves all the thing in the world hihi. Here’s my Diluc build as for the moment!

🔥 Disclaimer: This build is not perfect and by no means should be treated as a rigid rule. I just share what I have tested in game and what I know works for me. So always do your own research and take my guide with that note in mind!

Artifact Set

🔥 Just like many other pyro dps, Diluc can easily benefit from having 4 pc Crimson Witch of Flames, especially because Diluc's skill comes in 3, hence he can maximize the 3 stacks on the 4 pc bonus.

🔥 But if you don't have a good 4 pc Crimson laying around, he can do a mix of 2 pyro and 2 atk% artifacts. He can even use the 2 pc EM too because pyro dps usually plays in a reaction team like vaporize or melt so it's important to get them some EM.

4 pc Crimson Witch of Flames

2 pc Crimson Witch of Flames + 2 pc atk% (Gladiator/Shimenawa/Vermilion/Echoes)

2 pc Crimson Witch of Flames + 2 pc EM (Wanderer/FoLP)

2 pc atk% + 2 pc atk%

🔥 A little tip since Crimson Witch is literally available on the crafting table, it might be wiser if you just farm another artifact set (like Emblem, or Deepwood) and turn the ones with bad rolls into Crimson instead of farming at Zhou because the other artifact, Lavawalker, is pretty much trash.

Artifact stats: atk% sands, pyro damage bonus goblet, crit circlet

Ratio to follow: 1:3 crit ratio with >60% crit rate at least, 75 EM, 120% ER, and >2.000 atk

Team Composition

Vaporize team

🔥 Diluc does so well in reaction team instead of mono pyro. So you can choose either to play vaporize or melt. I don't recommend playing overload as it gets messy and when you burst with Diluc, having enemies scattered all over the place will be a dps lost.

🔥 You can change Zhongli with other buffer units like Kazuha, or even Diona or Layla. Not only they provide shield for survivability, but Diona can provide EM if you have her at C6 and Layla can help apply cryo off field to help Diluc trigger melt.

Weapon Choice

🔥 As an atk-scaling dps, Diluc will need a lot of atk, which I recommend to be at 2.000 at least. That's my standard for all atk-scaling dps. He can also use weapons which gives buff for burst damage since his burst does hit pretty good damage.

Wolf's Gravestone

Serpent Spine

Akuoumaru

Prototype Archaic

Luxurious Sea-Lord (event exclusive weapon)

Talent Priority

🔥 I recommend getting all 3 of his talents up as he has decent damage multiplier for all 3 of them. He's still worth to be triple crowned as well if you want. My priority would be: skill - burst - basic attack.

So that’s pretty much my Diluc build. Feel free to ask me questions if you have any through my ask box or just leave comment on this post and I’ll respond right away!

Don’t forget to check out my other builds here!

#genshin impact #genshin #diluc #genshin builds #builds #diluc builds