#corspe god

[samuelroukin]

BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 2.03 Dua

[lazyspeedy]

im sorry but i want to die 😩

[huh-1260]

I finished Legend for my one au. Technically this would be a redesign with all the added details but I suppose thats the horror of El Shaddoll with the things that make you, you stripped from you as your corspe is used to turn and fight your friends and familiy. I am very much experamenting still

My god I hate backgrounds, I don't even remember what i was doing

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Omg please please can you write something about Daryl experiencing accidental stimulation. Like in a situation where he really shouldn’t but something accidentally gets him hard and needy and he’s hoping no one notices but he’s so pent up… UGH🎀

Please ily❤️

ANON THIS HAS ME LITERALLY ROLLING AROUND IN MY FUCKING GRAVE?? TEARING MY WALLS DOWN?? KISS ME RIHJT NOW???

Now I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of situation he would be in where he’s getting riled up in the process but call me Carol the way I can make magic happen (if nobody gets this reference I will lose my shit)

SUBMISSIVE DARYL AND HIS MOMMY KINK MAKING THEIR GRAND GLORIOUS RETURN

READER IS VERY DOMINANT IN THIS IDK WHAT HAPPENED

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If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to buy himself a new one, which he really needed to do.

No amounts of mental or physical begging would shut his thoughts up, not even the group of flesh-eating freaks closing in stopped his thinking.

A familiar heat starts to burn in his stomach, and his fist clench tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white as he naturally took a few steps back before plunging forward, driving the weapon into a walker’s head and watching it’s body drop. Man, he really wanted that to be him.

“Daryl”

He drove his knife into a rotten skull, yanking it out and not bothering to watch it crumble before he stabbed another, and then another.

“Just like that, D”

Blood splattered across his face when his knife dug into a walker’s hollow eye-socket, dragging the blade out and sending it back into it’s head, this time killing the damn thing. Daryl kicked it’s rotting corspe off him with more force than necessary, watching how it flew into yet another staggering body.

He took a few steps back until his back bumped with Aaron’s, who Daryl completely forgot was with him.

“We’ve got this, yeah? Just keep taking ‘em down” Aaron panted heavily, mace on his left arm raised and ready. “Yeah” Daryl mumbled absent-mindedly, as he stared at the walkers in front of him, not thinking about killing them even as he found his hunter’s knife once again driving home to a walkers skull.

“Oh god, yes… yes just like that babyboy”

Someone kill him, now.

“Daryl?!”

Aaron’s voice ripped him back to earth, back down to reality where he had been subconsciously pushing back against the last few walkers snapping their jaws in his face. When did they even get there? He fully shoved them off and sent his knife into each of their heads, silently sliding it back into the holster amd moving to gather his crossbow and bag.

He purposely ignored his rock-hard cock, and how good the fabric of his jeans felt against it when he crouched down to sling the weapon over his shoulder. Aaron, however, wasn’t letting Daryl off that easily.

“What the hell was that about? You alright man?” There was no anger in his voice, just pure confusion. He stared at Daryl with wide eyes as the man continued to walk. No, he was not alright. How could he be when he was walking home with eight inches of pure arousal between his legs? “M’fine. Jus’ tired s’all” He grumbled, lying through the skin of his teeth as he hid his reddening face behind his hair. He felt like a sex-crazed teenager as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, begging his brain to just shut off.

“C’mon sweetheart give me more”

Aaron only furrowed his brows and turned his gaze forward, already not believing a word out of Daryl’s mouth. Tiredness has never seemed to have an effect on the burly man before, so what was the difference now? “You seem real out of it though, like you’ve got something on your mind” Aaron spoke casually, yet observed Daryl from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be breathing a lot quicker, eyes staring only straight ahead as his hand gripping the crossbow fiddled with it, the other uncomfortably fidgeting with his knife at his side. “Nah. S’nothin’, seriously” He shrugged calmly but Aaron still felt something was off.

His eyes flickered over to Daryl, taking in his whole body and studying the language, from his fidgety hands, to the way he chewed his bottom lip. He ran his eyes down his body once, and then twice.

Well, that could definitely be the problem.

Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, and Daryl snapped his head toward the sound.

“Wha’s so funny?”

“I just- Relationship problems?”

Daryl really wanted to hit him.

“No.” He barked, storming away with a laughing Aaron following after him. “Oh come on! The famous Daryl Dixon fighting the dead with a boner? Times must be real tough” Daryl shoved the cackling man, who only laughed at his friend harder, face beginning to shift between tomato red and a blueish purple. Daryl stood biting the inside of his cheek, feeling his own face burn a hot red out of embarrassment.

It took a few minutes for Aaron to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a few deep breaths. “Oh man. So, what’s going on, really?” Daryl huffed, keeping his gaze straight and staying on much higher alert. “Jus’ missin’ my woman. Ain’t seen her since we been out here” His voice was soft as he spoke the words into the air, mind starting to wonder off again at the mention of his lover.

“My sweet boy, do you need me to help you cum?”

He could practically feel your soft hands wrapping around his dick, stroking him slowly before bringing your hand up to squeeze around the head of his cock, the added pressure sending shocks flying through him. The thought of how you’d start to edge him by sucking and firmly stroking his tip, until his back is arching and his hips uncontrollably jerk into your hand as his cum lands on your satisfied face, having gotten exactly what you wanted.

Too bad for him he was only imagining that, blinking a few times before realizing he and Aaron were still walking, only they were just practically down the street from Alexandria when only a few steps ago they were nose deep in the forest.

How they got there? some God willed it, Daryl supposes.

For the first time, he didn’t have enough brain capacity to overthink on it. He had other, better things to think about, like the way he was going to practically melt himself into your body. He wanted nothing more than to fill all five of his senses with you, hands already aching to run across your soft skin, knowing how the blisters and callouses on his palms will leave goosebumps in their wake. Oh, how badly he wanted to flatten his tongue over the smooth pane of your stomach, tasting his way all the way down to your soaked panties, practically rubbing his face in between your legs and groaning at the smell of your dripping cunt.

If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to pay you for honoring him with your presence.

When Abraham announced their arrival in his loud commander voice, Rosita pulled back the heavy gates and slammed them shut once the two men were securely inside. Aaron just shrugged when Rosita gave him a questioning look, watching Daryl speed walk away after hastily handing off the rest of the stuff.

He almost wanted to sprint to the house, keeping his head down and loudly hoping in his head that nobody could see the way his cock strained against the already tight fabric of his jeans. Walking past Carol's house and seeing her reading a book on the porch swing, he quickly waved and swiftly increased his pace. She raised a questioning brow at his back, but shrugged as she reimmersed herself in the chapter.

Daryl threw the front door open, heaving slightly as he slammed it shut and cringed at the way the walls of the house trembled. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his crossbow in the middle of the floor, eyes darting around frantically for any sign of you.

You, who was coming down the stairs from how hard the door slamming rattled the house. You were only halfway down when Daryl latched himself onto you, almost knocking the two of you over. "Well hello there, hunterman!" You laughed breathlessly as he squeezed you in his arms, face buried in your neck as he inhaled the smell of your soap. Oh, he missed you so very badly. He lifted you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could walk up the rest of the stairs.

He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, dropping down you down onto the bed and downright moaning when his cock bumped your thigh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and licking the exposed skin of your neck. “God, someone’s eager today” You huffed out when Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly and sucked on your pulse.

Eager was an understatement, Daryl was straight up desperate for you. He felt so full of sexual frustration it was starting to hurt. “Need ya- Need ya ta fuck me, need it so bad” He gasped out when you pressed your knee to his crotch, oh it felt so fucking good.

“Such a bold request, Dar” You whispered into the air, hooking your legs around Daryl and switching your positions, moving to straddle him. He whimpered softly as you sat on his clothed cock. “You’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Daryl nodded against the pillow but you shook your head. “Use your words big guy”

“Yes! Been thinking about this- you- all fucking day” Daryl’s hips jerked underneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips when you pinned them above his head, a smal sob coming from. “Y/n please”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, trailing down to the reddened tip of his nose and stop at his lips. “Is please the best you can do?” Daryl groaned against you, “Dammit woman yer gonna kill me” You pecked a small kiss to his lips, standing up on your knees and toying with the hem of your shirt. “I know, and you’re gonna let me”

You lifted the fabric over your head, and Daryl almost came on the spot at the sight of your bouncy tits, hands practically burning with the desire to fondle and squeeze them. However, he kept them right over his head where you had them pinned, even though he could easily overpower you. He needed you to take complete control of his body.

His eyes remained glued to your chest, especially when you brought your free up to one and pinched a nipple, biting your bottom lip.

Your shirt dangled from your arm, so you moved to tie it around Daryl’s wrists, securing the other end to a bed post. Daryl’s heart pounded as anticipation bubbled in his chest, watching as you played with your own. He nibbled on his lip, watching as one of your hands slid down your stomach past the hem of your delicate panties, a small red pair with a black bow.

He desperately jerked his hips up and you cooed at him. “I bet you’re just so worked up aren’t you?” Daryl almost wanted to cry out of frustration, he so badly wanted to be buried in you wet heat, mind fogging from pleasure. “Yes! Y/n please, please I need ya”

You rolled your hips against him and he threw his head back as the short motion sent electricity through him. “Need me how?” God just kill him now. His vision started to blur with traitorous tears, tugging at his restraints. “Everyhow. Just need ta feel ya around me, on me- fuck- just fuck me please mommy” His hips jerked once more, this time Daryl’s face contorted as an orgasm washed over him, doing little to nothing to provide any sexual relief.

As you stared down at his trembling frame, running a hand up his chest and wiping away the tears on his cheek, you couldn’t help but smile at just how pathetic he was for you. It was adorable.

“My poor baby, you really are pent up. Making such a mess of yourself and I haven’t even had my fun yet” You kissed along the underside of his jaw, unbuttoning his shirt and grinding down against him. He whimpered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you devilishly moved your hips. His whole body was on fire, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you were something close of an angel ontop of him. He was so ready to hand you his entire soul, little did he know he already has.

You trailed your lips down his newly exposed chest, leaving a firey path as you kissed and sucked skin. Oddly enough, Daryl didn’t have a lot of chest hair, the pale skin bare and red where you suction your lips. You could feel his soft pleasured sounds vibrating his chest under your touch, feeling his quickened breathing as you moved down to his hard abs, dragging your tongue across them.

Daryl practically moaned at the sight and feeling, cock twitching desperately in his pants as your tongue ran down the start of his happy trail, fingers unbuckling his jeans and unbuttoning them. You took the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down slowly, staring into Daryl’s eyes as you did. His heart pounded erratically when you placed opened mouth kisses over his clothed cock, the wet fabric sticking to your lips. When Daryl’s hips twitched, you figured he had enough teasing and finally hooked your teeth over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.

His cock sprung free, and the cold air hitting his glistening tip felt better than it should’ve, even more when you gently blew on it. You followed the action by placing a soft kiss, and then another, before wrapping your lips around him. Daryl’s eyes rolled into his skull as you swirled your tongue and suctioned your lips, practically speeding him off the edge. He shamelessly moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and slid further down his cock, taking as much as you could before it bumped the back of your throat.

You gripped him tightly with one hand, stroking him up and down in time with the bobbing of your head, stopping every so often to suck on his swelling tip. Daryl loudly groaning and whimpered above you, pulling at his restraints as you brought him so close, so fucking close to his orgasm, hips twitching upwards as he tumbled over the edge-

You pulled off him suddenly, and Daryl felt like he had been slapped.

“Wha- Why?- Y/n no please” You straddled him once more, pushing your panties to the side. “Calm down babyboy, I’m right here” You whispered, dragging his cock through your wet folds. He needed to be inside your so badly, when you teasingly popped the tip into your entrance, he just couldn’t stop himself from snapping his hips into you, a broken cry coming from him as his sensitive cock buried so deep inside you. “God- Fuck m’so fuckin’ sorry, feels so fuckin’ good- holy shit you feel so fucking good” Daryl couldn’t even understand himself at this point, head thrown back as he choked on his sobs, so lost in the feeling of you tight around him. He was practically drunk.

You dug your nails into his chest as you rapidly bounced against him, his feet firmly planted against the bed. This was the best he had felt in his whole life, and in his head he was screaming “I love you” with every hard and needy thrust of his hip, sending his cock tip right into your soft sweet spot.

“M’gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum” You leaned down to kiss your poor babbling mess of a man, moaning against him when you felt his hips impossibly speed up, pounding into you from underneath. “Oh fuck babyboy just like that” Daryl pulled at his restraints, pure fire burning through his whole body as he was so, fucking, close. “Please keep takin’ my cock mommy please- God, m’so fucking in love with you” Daryl loudly whimpered the words into the crook of your neck, his body twitching and tensing as his hips fucked him through his orgasm, cumming deep in your guts as he went limp against you.

You both breathed heavily, running a hand through Daryl’s sweaty hair as his body continued buzzing, mind blissfully fuzzy and quiet. When he felt his hands be released, he immediately dropped them down to your tits, kissing and sucking on your neck as he groped the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love ya” He whispered as his lips moved along your jawline. You giggled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging his head back to look at you. “I know, you already told me”

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@darylsdelts I TOLD U I PINKY PROMISED 😝🎀 I MADE HIM EXTRA NEEDY FOR U

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[pjbloop]

I FINALLY finished the game and oh my god it's so fucking good PLEASE CHECK IT OUT.

Spoiler below:

My first door encounter was Sophie, which start my Sam journey as a single father. Since im not a huge horror game person (huge coward) i pretty much ran away from everything. Although that DID help me recruit Joel. Since i ran away from him the first time and made the fuzzy connection (read all item description. trust me, its worth it)

Didnt have any luck in the first 5 day on door encounter since i spent most of the time scavenging. But i did have 3 molotov cocktail tho. Beat the grinning beast that way. Leigh join the party on the third day i think?

After that i adopted the rat child on day 6 and muah, chef kiss. My son, My sam Jr. If anything bad happen to him i will kill myself (forshadowing is a literature devic-)

The wall, the wall stole my fucking hand, cant have shit in detroit canada

also, me being a huge dumbass didnt realized Leigh can equip weapon. I thought only Sam can equip stuff so for the next 2 days. Leigh just bitch slap everyone.

The horror experience kindaaaa losen after i realized that tho, jesus spear type weapon are insanity. The penetrate skill just destroyed everything. Nailed the rat king the same day that way. THE RAT CAN TALK????

Also Lyle, my beloved, my baby, one word

smash

i choose to ignore the stalking thing tho, would fucking hate him in real life.

Finish floor 1 on day 8. Got the disc. hate that it make me do math BUT that such a good use of in universe code tho. It does make sense that these astronomer nerd would come up with this type of code. But again, math :(

Fredrick, i love his story, i dont know if i made the right choice sparing that faceless thing tho. But I smell a twist from the very beginning so i do not believe the "normal" fred at all. I mean he witness the phenomena and youre telling me he doesnt change at all? Got the painting, love that have the player think about it tho. Having to check every painting and deduce what the correct colour is, is thrilling.

Imo, the ground floor is the weakest part of the game in term of horror, i mean yea the landlord thing is i guess kinda scary (rent) but the enemies drop so much stuff that it become more of a shopping center than a battle of attrition. Also broke my spade, fix it and Leigh immediately broke it again. Thank alot bus. The fingernail bomb is really good tho. But god it sound gross.

Mutt cafe thingy is really cute, i love them so much. I bought the coffee maker.....dont know how to use it tho.

Finished with the ground floor on day 9, meet Helen on the way and decided to drop sophie off. I mean running around the apocalypse with 3 child and a woman who might as well be another child is kinda concerning. Hellen, i welcome you to the life of a single father/mother.

Is it just me or does Edwin kinda ho- NEVERMIND WHAT THE FUCK NO NONONONONONONONONO FLESH ROOM RED NO NOPE NOPITY NOPE NOPE.

The basement, Ough the basement. First death, but god the horror is funnnnn. I hate dark spaces and the floating corspe so much, creep me the fuck out but in term of gameplay Muah chef kiss.

Meet the grandma in the basement, have soup :3

fuck Philipe, we are both moth whyyyyyyy brother, whyyyyyyy. Second death to the gaslighter.

Day 10 to 13 were spent just exploring the basement, took me a while because i want to stay back and do video gaming for more door encounter. Dan fucking jumpscare me tho, and the smiley thing.....why is it watching me sleep......third death because i want to see what happen if i walk into it. Meet the punk and the goth somewhere in between and THOSE BASTARD. THATS MY ROOM NOOOOOO.

Day 13, use an acid flask for the first time and.....yeaaaaa im just gonna stockpile them now, as a treat :3

day 14, save the janitor, save the bear that is stuck in the janitor closet, would. Finish up the rest of the offering also im so so sorry cinamon :(. o7

Day 15, forgot its the final day accidentally trigger the no turning back ending first, reload the save. Go to the roof. and oh ohhhhhh its its so pretty. I see it now. Its so beautiful I Iaonjfda ka vhkbdvahh hhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhvdba va v adv dv aahhhhhhehhhhhlhhhphadf dfadfffffffffff

[willowlevulett]

Punk Divorce Era Jayvik teaser.

This AU slams Jayce and Viktor into my particular taste of West Coast punk. A teeny tiny Jayvik interaction plus some angst.

Vi is one of my favorite characters, so I also added an excerpt that I have written of Jayce and her. I think they would've been lovely friends so that will be reflected in this fic.

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"What happened to your leg, Jayce." It was unfair of him to keep saying his name. Especially like that, saying it like he always used to.

"I fell."

"You fell." Viktor says the words as if tasting them, 'fell' rolling around on his tongue.

"Yes, fell. My altitude rapidly changed. An unconsented descent" Jayce brings up his hand above his head and gestures sharply downwards to belabor his point. He realizes too late that he's trying to get Viktor to laugh, like he used to. To get Viktor to scoff at any old ridiculous thing Jayce was doing at the time, his eyes alight with a smile all the same. But it's all wrong. It's been 5 years since they've seen each other, his tone is too harsh, and Viktor only looks annoyed.

The corspe of who Jayce once was rolls over in its grave. The man who survived stares hollowly forward.

-

Viktor is visibly trying to reign his emotions in. Jayce bets that the temptation of learning what happened to crack him down the center is enough to stay his tongue. For now.

Jayce takes the opportunity to drink him in. People like them tend to change visually faster than others, so he catalogs all the ways Viktor now differs from his memory of him. He has an eyebrow piercing on top of the new throat tattoo. Jayce can see the same tattoo lines that cover his back now lick up and over his shoulders. He now wears simple smoked out eyeliner. His clothes are still earthy tones with a splash of red but he now wears purple. It weaves through his outfit. A little in the bandana tucked in his back pocket. A lot in the array of earrings and rings that decorate him. Some in the eye shadow he smoked out his water line with.

He wants to say that Viktor looks good. Jayce stays silent.

-

Before he can reach the blessed front door, a hand grips his shoulder and yanks him to a stop.

"Viktor, I can't -"

"What are you doing here, pretty boy?"

The playful blue of Vi's eyes comes into view instead of the heated gold he expected.

"Oh god, Vi" He pulls her in for a brisk, tight hug. He can feel her muscles tense under her leather jacket. He takes a moment to inspect her face. She has a new scar just under her eye, cutting across the roman numerals there. There's three more piercings tucked into her left ear. She's favoring her left side like she always has, but it's not any worse than last he saw her.

"You look good."

"Ah, you're looking pretty good yourself. The haunted look, suits you. Rugged." She emphasizes the last word by planting her hands on his shoulders and giving him a small, rough shake. One of her hands then moves to tug on the long hair that hangs over his forehead now.

"The old you would've fucking hated this."

Jayce huffs a laugh. "That's the point."

Vi gives him a strange look at that. She simply stares at him for a long moment, the pulsing music of the grungy punk band on stage washing over them both. Whatever she finds in his eyes in the low light makes her scrunch her nose. Before Jayce can offer a platitude, she pulls him forward into another hug, this time threading her strong hand into the locks at the nape of his neck.

They figured out early on in their friendship that they both craved touch beyond normal people required. When he was younger, Jayce couldn't help himself. He would reach out and clasp his hands on shoulders, lean down into someone's space while they talked, drag his hand down their arm while pulling away from a hug. Vi on the other hand, tends to suffer in silence. Every part of her begs for touch, but she only touches those who work for it. But once you've earned it, once the dam is broken, you are awash with the joy that is Vi's sturdy touch.

He realizes all at once he has missed her terribly. He collapses into her arms and buries his head into her shoulder. She still smells like motor oil and cigarette smoke. He can feel a rumble of her saying something where their chests touch but he can't hear it over his desperate attempt to not burst into tears and the crashing crescendo of the music. He pulls away before this can get much worse for him.

[crimeronan]

I was rereading chapter 2 of the lumity fic and with all the comparisons between Hunter and Amity’s abilities/disabilities all I could think of was that these two really need a body swap episode.

Amity immediately clocking “what the hell is wrong with this body?! I feel like a corspe stuffed inside another corpse!” Hunter just takes it as ‘haha look at the weird half-witch body’ and rolls his eyes, but Amity catches Luz absolutely refusing to make eye contact and starts shaking her.

the idea of grimwalker fantasy illness being simply "you kind of feel.... exactly like you'd expect a reanimated necromancied corpse with someone else's soul stitched into it to feel" is SO FUNNY. like oh my god. how do you even... explain that. as a symptom.

[yourlocaldummyishere]

A dream come true

PART TWO/???????

Warnings: 

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling 

-blow job

-swearing

-✨drama✨

+ more

Few hours later

“Hey Y/n look at the picture I took!”

“So hot”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean you look great!”

“Oh uhh okay- Ummm- Me and Rae are gonna do a stream, wanna join?”

“Sure, why not!”

“Come on.” He’d say picking her up walking over to his desk sitting down having her sit on his lap as he would start to connect his two headphones to his pc getting into the call with Rae.

“Hi Rae!”

“Hey Y/n! Where’s Corpse?”

“Right here.”

“Hi Corpse!”

“Hi, oh shit hold on I forgot to start the stream.”

“You dumbass.”

“Shut up.”

She would smirk

“Make me~”

“Bet.”

“Wait wha-“

In the middle of Y/n talking Corpse moved Y/n’s hair away from her neck and would kiss her neck, giving her a hicky. ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE HIM! HE DID THE SAME EXACT THING I DID, THIS MOTHERFUCKER!’ She thought to herself

“W-what the fuck Corpse!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Corpse I’m live already!”

Corpse would laugh slightly.

“I’m well aware Rae.”

While Rae and Corpse were talking Y/n was still in shock blushing like crazy hiding it with her hand her head turned towards the wall.

“Hey Corpse?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Y/n okay? She hasn’t been talking for what? How long have we been in the call?”

“Hold on let me check ummmmmm- three hours, forty five minutes, and fifty eight seconds.”

“So, I think- I think she stopped talking after about five, maybe seven minutes.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘And?’!?”

“What do you think I mean?”

After a few more hours of talking Y/n would gasp catching Rae’s attention but Corpse just smirks.

“C-Corpse- I-I.”

“Corpse what are you doing to her?” Rae said concerned.

“N-nothing it’s fine Rae he just um- d-did something that only boys get- if you know what I mean.”

Rae would stay silent confused for a moment Before realizing and speaking up.“wait- Y/n are you sitting on his lap?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Y/n- d-did he get……. Hard?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh my god!”

“CORSPE GET OFF MY NECK ASSHOLE!”

“No- I don’t wanna- just- just let me kiss your neck for a few…………… hours.”

“HOLY SHIT- CHAT ARE YOU HEARING THIS SHIT!?”

“Nah~ f-fuck- C-Corpse- p-please- ah~”

“Who knew your neck was so sensitive Y/n~” Corpse said in a flirty tone as his words were slightly muffled by his face in Y/n’s neck.

‘You know what- if he wants to fucking tease me he’s fucking asking for this shit.’ she thought to herself pissed off. After a few pleasurable moments she finally got her plan together. She would slowly start to grind her ass up against his hardened cock as he gasped slightly before a pleasured moan escaping his lips. He would move his left hand to her waist and his right hand to the front of her neck. He would then start to kiss the back and the sides of her neck.

“Okay, okay, okay! I give up! I surrender! J-just stop!”

“Mmmmh what about no?~”

“W-wha- nah~ n-no g-get your hand away from there!”

“What? Away from where?~” He’d say moving his hand closer to her skirt lifting it up slightly

“C-corpse p-please”

“Chat oh my god! Are you hearing this shit!? Corpse has a girlfriend confirmed!?”

“Rae help meeeee!” she’d whine as Corpse slowly started to pull her skirt down “C-corpse please! At least be gentle if we’re going to do this”

“Mmh” Corpse didn’t respond all he did was give her another hicky

“Rae I gotta go do Something”

“And I’m guessing that ‘Something’ is y/n?”

“Mmh hmm”

“Like she said, be gentle”

“Fine” he’d say ending stream and getting off the call with Rae I could see right through him, he wasn’t going to be gentle. I would look away again covering my blush with my hand without realizing Corpse had reached his hand over grabbing my chin forcing me to face him but I still had my hand over my face when Corpse realizes he grabbed my wrist pulled my wrist away.

“Stop it, look at me”

“S-sorry” I said nervously

“Get on your knees”

“Y-yes daddy- I-I mean-”

“Daddy huh?~ well if you want me to be a daddy I won’t be wearing protection thanks for giving me permission to get you pregnant”

[metaoflocasol]

Muse Mixup Madness July 2024: The End of a Failure

*this is to be viewed as a vision of real time events*

Tw: death and violence/fighting

“You? You?! YOU DARE STAND AGAINST ME, MORTAL?!”

Meta Solari stood in front of Vitch, feeling small against his opponent.

“It’s over, Vitch. This isn’t worth it-”

“SHUT UP! YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT YOU SPEAK! I HAVE TRIED TO CONVINCE YOU. I HAVE TRIED TO INFORM YOU OF THE DANGER THAT HAS BEFALLEN US, BUT YOU DIDN’T LISTEN. YOU HAD TO GO AND FREE THE BEAST, AND NOW LOOK AT THIS PLACE!”

And Vitch was right, Meta had freed the imprisoned Necrozma, giving it enough light to restore its body, if only for now. The mask Vitch normally wore, the face of Necrozma was gone, showing a ghastly sight. His face was being consumed by void. Blacked out and glowing with hatred and pain.

“YOU TAKE MY BODY AND STEAL MY SOUL, ALL TO TRY AND HELP A CORSPE! I AM TRYING TO SAVE YOU, DAMNIT! I AM TRYING TO SAVE EVERYONE! NO MATTER THE COST! SO WHAT IF I’M THE MONSTER?! NO ONE WILL BE COMPLAINING WHEN THEY GET TO LIVE OUT THE REST OF THEIR LIVES! NOT WORRYING OF AN APOCALYPSE THAT NONE WILL SURVIVE!”

“Enough! You haven’t saved a singed thing! You could’ve opened the Gateway long before this! You were too blind-sided to realize then, and you still are now. I cannot let you do this. You cannot go any farther”. Meta stared down his foe. His counterpart. His glimpse into a world where all abandoned him and the fate of creation fell on him. He had failed there, but not now.

You’ve always said that the difference between us is that I run away from my problems, that I never took action. I disagree. We both ran away that day before finding Necrozma. We both took upon the weight of the world when it felt like all was crumbling. We both sacrificed the things we cared for to help others. No, we are the same in that regard.

Where we are different is that you don’t allow others to help you. You want to be the one to fix everything, because you don’t trust anyone else to do it. Not me, not your followers, not Necrozma, not Arceus, no one. You walk alone despite others walking the same path. This all could’ve been avoided if you-”

“SHUT UP!”

Vitch created a beam of light that flew towards Meta, threatening to kill him. But instead, it condensed into a single small sphere that flew into the amulet. The light condensed, reflecting across off the room, glowing violently before exploding outwards, surrounding Meta.

“WHAT?! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! HOW DID YOU HARNESS THAT LIGHT WITHOUT A Z-CRYSTAL!?”

Meta didn’t respond, just looked up with clenched fists eyes glowing bright.

Letting out a ferocious roar, Vitch flew at Meta, arms stretched to strangle him.

“NO MATTER! I HAVE THE POWER OF THE THREE GODS UNDER MY CONTROL, YOUR LIGHT ALONE IS NO MATCH TO ME!!

Meta dodged the attack, his light colliding with Vitch’s tainted light. The two traded blow after blow of condensed supernovas, mini suns, and light the scorched the heavens upon their foundation would be built.

“YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! I AM A GOD! YOU HAVE NO HOPES OF DEFEATING ME! I KILLED LIGHT, DARKNESS, AND MATTER ITSELF! WHAT HOPES DO A PUNY HUMAN CHILD HAVE AGAINST ME?!”

Meta let out a cry as he unleashed a ball of pure photon power, almost unseen in the sea of light surrounding the two. Vitch easily dodged the attack, but it blew a giant hole in the wall of the room, from which two sets of glowing eyes could be seen against the light pouring out from the confines.

“No…”

Vitch looked in fear at the ghost of his past, now doubled in their hate.

“You thought you could get rid of me, BOY?!”

One of them telepathically shouted

“YOU SORELY MISTAKE THE POWER THAT I HOLD! IT IS TIME I RECTIFY THIS EGREGIOUS ERROR OF MINE!”

One of the Necrozmas, shining a godly blue collided with a frozen Vitch; who was petrified in fear. The Necrozma tore off his stolen Z-Crystal with its immaculate jaw, causing Vitch to scream.

A supernova exploded from Vitch, utterly destroying the temple surrounding them. The four of them found themselves standing in a field of rubble, with nothing but darkness surrounding them, the only light coming from themselves.

“It is done. You’ve lost, wretch. The world you know is gone, because of you”

The two Necrozmas began to overlap, as if there powers were becoming one, as if the original Necrozma birthed from Arceus’s grand design had once more been awoken from a long forgotten past.

“This world is in ruin. Nothing is left of it. Those who had once lived here are either no more, or displaced in universes not their own. What do you have to say now?”

Vitch didn’t respond, bleeding out glowing ichor that had replaced his mortal blood. He only stared, kneeling as the life was draining out of him.

“I thought you were someone of good, child. I had believed you could’ve shown me a brighter future than the one your kind had shown me long ago. Perhaps you did… but at what cost?”

“…I…” he croaked out, coughing violently.

“Save your breath. It is too late to undo what has been done”

With that, the now merged Necrozma created a portal between the decayed universe and the Arcean Gateway with their enhanced powers.

“Come, Meta. There is one last mission to be done”

With that, they left, casting the world into enshrouding darkness.

Meta began to follow them, but stopped when he heard Vitch croak out.

“Wait…”

He turned his head to him, looking at the twisted version of himself with a mix of pity and disgust. He had no reason to wait for him, after all he had done, but something kept him there. Some unknown feeling, like a wheel turning endlessly in the course of the future, gave him pause.

“I have… done so much… wrong… to this world… I never wanted this… no… I went too far…”

“That you did”

“The… Gateway… will not… open in its current state… it’s sealed shut”, Vitch coughed out.

“…”

“Take my hand… I have something… to give… you”

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Meta didn’t know what was going on. Arceus, a being beyond his creation and Necrozma, the God of his faith conversed in a manner unknown to the likes of his human brain. Something he couldn’t see, hear, touch, feel, or smell imposed upon his very being, making him feel small and insignificant. Much more than the laymen of his own species.

Time was foreign. Seconds passed as freely as eons, yet none moved in the lack of space that filled with realm. He knelt, still pondering what Vitch had told him. How could two souls so identical go on such different paths? Was the real difference between himself and a monster the death of all he cared for? It chewed at him, knowing upon the brain and usurping the serenity of his thoughts.

“Child. The Genesis offers you a choice. They can ease your soul of your worries caused by this horrific oversight. It will be like this never happened, never met your alternate, never learned of the Ether, never had to endure the hardships of your captivity. You’d be at peace, unaware of the pain these last two months have caused. Will you accept?”

Meta thought hard. He doubted that he could live the rest of his life in peace knowing what he knew, but even so, he didn’t want to forget. After everything Vitch had done, he was still him, and denying that would be denying a core aspect of himself. No, forgetting wasn’t the answer, but neither was remembering the way he currently did.

“I thank you, the omnipotent Arceus for your offer. If I may, I’d like to request a course of action of my own…”

END OF ARC

[despair-to-future-arcs]

The Orphan's Final Resting Place

Location: Elizabeth Saunders Home, Ōiso, Kanagawa Prefecture

Time: 7:21 PM

*The car then stop*

So this is the place, yeah?

Yeah it is and damn, I can still smell it here...

Smell...what?

It's... not something you want to see, but you better cover your noses; as there's a lot of bodies...

*As Akane lead them, the 2 came across bodies of bodies of children, ranging from the ages of 5 to 12 years old, all rotting corspes*

*covers his noses* What the shit?! Holy hell, the bodies smell bad here!

*covers her noses as well* Well... I guess we were warned, we should bury the bodies after we take care of the robot...

Yeah, just step inside, he'll be ready...

*As the group walk in, another taxi stop a bit far off*

DRIVER: That's as far as I go, sorry...

No no, it's fine - thank you very much for driving us here, I'll be sure to pay for your services...

*As then the car drove off*

Alright, I think I see the Future Foundation Car here, I believe they should be here, correct?

Yeah, c'mon - let's see... *As the 2 wander in, suddenly...*

Wh-Whoa, holy shit! Damn that smells...! *covers his nose*

*covers her nose too* Dear god, that smell... rotting bodies...

This...this is giving me a headache, how does anyone deal with this - let's get this-.

GUYS, LOOK OUT IT'S COMIN'!

*As then jumping from the air was a robot that jumped to the ground which then formed...*

[X]

*A giant robot with a glowing red eye appearing, it's sites were set on the intruders which then swung a fist at Juzo*

WHOA!! *Juzo quickly jumps back*

Looks like we got ourselves, guys shoot for the eye! *readies for his position*

EVERYONE: UNDERSTOOD!

*As then everyone kept shooting at the the robot with their hacking guns as Juzo kept rushing over and punching the eye*

That's a robot...isn't it? They look like Towa Corp...

Ye-Yeah and it looks really tough too, how are we gonna get pass this?

*WOOOOOOSH!!!*

*As then the robot shot a rocket from it's hand*

SHIT, COVER GUYS!!!!

*Everyone did so except for Emma and Hajime*

HOLY SHIT, EMMA LOOK OUT!!!

*Hajime pushed Emma on the ground which the rocket blew up a building from behind*

Ugh...th-that was...!

Ha-Hajime, are you alright?! We need to get out of here!

Ye-Yeah yeah, right behind you, let's go!

*the 2 rush off away and get into another taxi as the fight continues*

...

...

...

*BOOOOOM!!!*

*The robot was destory!*

Ah...ah...ahhh, d-did we win guys...?

Yea-Yeah...we did, damn that was tough as hell, everyone else okay?

FUTURE FOUNDATION MEMBER: We're find sir, but what about the bodies?

We are gonna remove them and bury them, also wear gas mask so you don't have to breath them in.

EVERYONE: Right!

*As then everyone got to work on cleaning up, except for Akane...*

[goldstargloww]

[martyn, eloise, and bek are talking to/about alison (npc)] martyn: see, sh- i told ya! [opens eloise's backpack without anyone knowing] eloise: did she really-…? [martyn takes a bucket of blobfish out of eloise's back and shoves it in his inventory] martyn: she gets well angry about that martyn: right, i need to go get some… [has to stop talking in order to not burst out laughing—you can kind of hear it in how his m turns into a b at the end of "some"] martyn: uh… i need– yeah, i need to get more wool for the store [bek and eloise continue talking as martyn starts leaving] martyn: [very quiet whispering] oh my god martyn: [trying to stay quiet] run. [amused half-hyperventilating] martyn: [laughing] run, run– she doesn't know about backpack locking! martyn: [laughing and volume steadily increases] she doesn't know! just run! just run away! go! martyn: [laughter's died down, but still amused] oh my god– just keep going..– ohhhh… martyn: just go.. i- u- nobody tell her, okay?–

martyn: –so i think i'm gonna do this eloise: hang on– eloise: how'dju– eloise: martyn. eloise: i swear to– martyn. eloise: now hang on. martyn: …heh? eloise: hang on. eloise: where'd you get that blobfish? martyn: i got it, like–… martyn: [breaks a bit] martyn: …two hours ago :D? [strained, trying and failing not to laugh] eloise: martyn? eloise: [laughing a bit] martyn, where'd you get that blobfish from? martyn: [grabs the blobfish out of the barrel it was being sold in] martyn: [quickly and strained, trying not to laugh] don't know, i don't know what you're talking about, there is no blobfish, i've never heard of a blobfish– [stops as he ran out of breath, he didn't have much to begin with] eloise: there was! there was a blobfish in there! martyn: n- i- i've never seen one! [still strained] eloise: there was a blobfish in there, martyn! martyn: y– you're gaslighting me–! eloise: i'm not gaslighting you! martyn: [begins running away] and i won't stand for it! martyn: i won't stand for it! [finally starts actually laughing] eloise: now, [unfortunately/fortunately] for me, i have [lost/locked] my back– [fades out of distance as martyn runs off] (i couldn't tell which one she was saying, sorry) martyn: just run! just run! [laughing in such a way that he isn't really inhaling and is therefore quiet and strained] martyn: lose her in the sewers! lose her in the sewers! [caught his breath, more normal again, but still audibly amused] martyn: there we go, this is fine– shhshhshhshhshh… [climbing under the deck towards where the sewer entrance is] martyn: oh, god [whispering, barely audible] martyn: [shaky exhale both out of amusement and panic] martyn: i've been meaning to go this way anyway, to check if there's– [quietly, but vocal (not whispering)] eloise: [fairly indistinct talking in the distance, presumably to chat] martyn: [laughs, but he's trying really hard to keep it near-silent]

martyn: [laughing] she finally noticed– martyn: it only took about– - two hours martyn: i just- i don't know why that to me is so hysterical martyn: i literally– i couldn't get the words out to even try and blag… -that, i hadn't taken it martyn: i just– honestly, i just– siezed up martyn: it's what we call in the industry, as uh, corsping martyn: and even then it wasn- [runs into an enderman] uAuaaahhh, hello friend

[bara-izu]

I saw your recent post talking about how Halion feels about the undead, and him hating necromancers is interesting. I came here to ask how Halion feels about a character of mine:

She is technically a necromancer, but she doesn't do very necromancy stuff. Because, well, she's undead herself. She's a ghost with a very human body to the touch, I guess like a phantom?

Generally speaking, she tries to be respectful of the dead as she is, in another universe [her home world], maybe or maybe not the queen of death. Paying respects to graves, staying for a few moments after she's killed an enemy to be sure they don't get looted, and even will scold her sisters for direspecting the dead [aka breaking some of the rules above or other rules not listed].

But at the end of the day, she is a necromancer. She specializes in summonings rather than using a corpse [she thinks it's gross and won't do it unless absolutely necessary. She doesn't mind skeletons, so long as they're not of her creation]. Represented by snakes, she has the ability to summon two girls who resemble her if she was a child who can both transform into snakes.

Though, personality wise, she's quite the sadist. In her homeworld, she was forced to make a pact with a god that has the ability to control half of her, and this god is simply called the Sadist. Also worth mentioning: The Sadist likes to do things that she ordinary would like doing [ex: hypnotizing someone for selfish wishes, reanimating corspes, etc]. This god has also decided to portray her as flirty.

So, tell me what you think. Would Halion like her? Would any of your other characters like her?

Thank you for reading, I love your art! You're an amazing person^^.

The main crux of it for Halion can pretty much be boiled down to: Did this soul / corpse consent to being brought back / used in this way?

No?

Then bad, don't do that >:(

If the souls don't mind and are willing to come offer help ect then he doesn't mind so much then (I'm thinking Spirit Gaurdians / Spirit Shroud- and the hirelings Withers offers you ect)

Unsurprisingly both of my warlocks Null and Derendil, are very indifferent to necromancy, so would probably be pretty chill with those abilities :)

[ryusaidate]

Im bad with words but i also think its worth noting Mizuki treating SunPoke as a safe haven as evidenced by her orichalcum trident and befriending two of the maids and her visiting it when stressed out on b-side.

Also iunno it seems like Saitos trying to hurt Date through Mizuki on a-side considering Iris Ota and Hitomi are all people Date just met but have clearly known Mizuki for a while

excellent point!

i mean. in text that's the reason he calls mizuki as renju to be the one to discover shoko's corspe, yeah. but iris and hitomi's deaths are like at least equally on the basis of "these people were important to you As Falco"

anyway that doesn't matter what i was getting at is the doylist audience interpretation. how you as the player react to things because of how the characters react to it. these aren't real corpses there has to be a reason to care. and that reason is often mizuki, because both you as the audience and you as Date care about her. but there's an there's an inherent "oh we're actually going there" from iris's death, both because she's the first character to die that we've seen on screen alive, and because you watch her death in front of you. and then everything gets all horrible and sad and you have to go talk to two mothers who just lost their child. it's good framing. the hitomi conversation there is one of the many things in this game that makes me start crying if i think about it too hard. God i miss hitomi.

i made the post originally because i was thinking about aini again. it's very hard not to think about it when it's aitsf's evil doppelganger who hates everything it stands for, but Not in a sexy way.

[childofblasphemy]

The God you worship is dead. Like the fading light of a dying star. You praise a corspe.

[bloodurge92]

Faerunian 29 days writing challenge, Day 1: What was Tav doing before they were abducted? (outdated lore)

What was Raox doing before he was betrayed?

A short-story about the events leading up to Orin's Betrayal, set around Moonrise Towers, with a short Drow Kar'niss vs Slayer fight.

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Raoxšna had been sent to correspond with Ketheric in placating the Elder Brain and training the would be cultists in preparation for the Absolute. It was made known to him by Gortash that they would be taking drow into their service, and that given Raox's history with elven martial arts he would be best suited to the task of training them. Although Raox knew there could be a little racial abrasion, he was enthusiastic to try. It was decided it would be best for Orin to accompany him as an almost equal combative, someone to plunge a knife into their backs if they dared to utter an insult. Although the temple had just overcome an attack at the hands of the Harpers, Raox was confident that the mess could be left in Sceleritas's care.

Kept between himself and Gortash, Raox's enthusiasm for the idea to train the drow was due to it's poetic nature. If Drow had not destroyed an Eladrin city and forced his surrogate family to seek refuge, eventually leading them Baldur's Gate, his existence would have likely taken another form all together; and there were few things which didn't involve viscera and butchery that Raox adored more than the form of his own body.

So what better way to thank them for such a form than to have them serve him in the final days? What better way to punish them for the decrepit beginnings of his life, than to have them sacrifice themselves in the name of a false god, to have them invite Lolth's fury upon themselves for his entertainment.

Once within the compounds of Moonrise Towers, he wrote up explicit details of how he would bend their minds and break their bodies, for he was particularly interested on how he might provoke Lolth into making one to take the form of a drider. This was the better way for him to show them his gratitude, in thanks for his form he would gift them a new one. In part, it was also due to his fantasies of how a drider might fair in a fight against his Slayer, the sound it's legs might make as they snapped, the life of eight eyes passing into oblivion instead of two. He kicked his feet in a giddy cackle just thinking about it.

After taking a moment to compose himself, he made for the tower's library to learn more of the process, and the people he would be taking charge of. After all, with the form of a surface-elf they would likely be less than co-operative, so perhaps the form of the Slayer would be better suited after all. Stuck in how he might approach the drow, Sceleritas's words came to mind, reminding him to delegate. He had brought Orin all this way after all. At Raox's behest one of Ketheric's servants sent for her and it did not take her long to arrive. She sat across from him while he explained his intentions for the drow and her part to play in it. The two had nothing to hide from one another, for those who killed together and embraced Bhaal's essence believed to be their truest selves when blessed with violent ecstasy. And they had shared those experiences for many years now.

At his instruction, of their drow guests Orin was tasked to identify their most dedicated follower. In the meantime Raoxšna requested that Ketheric allow the use of the tower's rooftop, claiming that they would not so easily be turned from Lolth without an adequate display of power. If such a thing still did not gain their fealty, he would throw them from the tower, one by one, and in mentioning Balthazar's use for corspes, highlighted that they will serve either by choice, or in death. A sentiment Ketheric had long come to understand, and so he allowed it.

Once Orin had distinguished the target, Raox confided the rest the night's plans. Together they laughed hoping the drow would resist, granting them the satisfaction of watching their bodies fall from the heights of the tower, as there were no buildings as tall as this one back in Baldur's Gate. It was the only thing he felt he could look forward to, after the dissapointment that came in learning that the creation of a drider's form was more complex than he anticipated, and certainly not something he had the time to orchestrate. However there was a tinge of hope. Amongst the drow, one was not who they seemed, for there lay a mind that the Elder Brain could not reach, or so it had informed him. As such Raox requested that Orin keep a hidden, careful eye on their guests while he prepares himself for the display, passing her a potion of mind-reading as he expressed that the guest she is looking for will have an impenetrable mind.

Following a meal with Ketheric; during which the general discussed strategies and alliances, the drow guests were escorted upstairs for the night's entertainment and told to take their standing around the center of the decorative flooring. Raox waited beside the spire's altar adorned in absolutist clothing, keeping his face masked. He thought it would better to be cautious with the Absolute plot being so close to fruition and an unknown infiltrator being amongst them. As all of the guests settled and the mumbling came to an awkward silence, Raox slowly walked down the adjacent stairs. As he did so, he made several derogatory comments of Lolth in comparison to the Absolute hoping to provoke their anger, reigniting the mumbling as he made his way to the center of the room.

He called out to the crowd, for the drow Orin made known to him, the one known as Kar'niss, challenging him and his goddess to a combative test of faith. The mumbling of the crowd grew into a snicker, and it seemed that that they approved of the entertainment to be provided. Likely because despite his devotion, Kar'niss was a male drow and thus subsequently looked down on. But in their indulgence to mock and discriminate, they failed to notice the doors to the stairwell being locked behind them.

From the crowd and under a disguise, Orin came forth to whisper into Raox's ear. He nodded as a long grin painted his face. At the same time a drow priestess approached Kar'niss, they spoke in drowic; which was foreign to him, but Raox understood the serious tone that carried her words.

Raox had to try to contain his tremoring excitement. Orin had just informed him that a fellow shapeshifter was present amongst the guests, a yochlol, disguised as a priestess. It was what he had hoped for when conferring with the Elder Brain. In his study he had read that yochlol serve a purpose not too dissimilar to Bhaal's doppelgangers, in that they infiltrate society and spread her will, but more importantly to Raox, they create driders.

And it would seem that the yochlol had just given Kar'niss Lolth's blessing to fight, however the transformation upon his loss, is still not assured. Usually the combatants in Lolth's tests had to be close or at least a follower of Lolth herself and Raox is neither, but the mystery of the outcome only added to the allure of the fight.

 

As the Kar'niss approached, he proclaimed his acceptance to duel in Lolth's name and unsheathe his rapier. Raox could only encourage Kar'niss in his excitement to fight but couldn't shake his enthusiastic laughter, which expressed how unserious Raox felt about his opponent. Disturbingly contrasted, Raox's face stilled to a deadened expression as he mentally made a prayer to Bhaal. As he did a red and black aura enveloped his body shifting his form into the Slayer. The crowd jeered at the change, accusing the duel as a farce, the Absolute as a cheat. While some unnerved by the form attempted to leave to no avail, panic begins to quietly murmur throughout the crowd, while Kar'niss makes a glance to the priestess, who silently nods, which initiated the start of the duel.

The Slayer lunges its upper arms forward while pulling back its lower. Coming from the underdark; which is filled with all manners of creatures, played into Kar'niss's experience. He was evasive to the swings of the Slayer's claws but due to a misstep on the marbled floor failed to evade the cleave of its tail, throwing him back into a stone pillar. The impact fractured his ribs, causing him to grunt in pain. Trying to take advantage of his blunder the Slayer swung his claws again to rake against his flesh, only for the drow to roll himself under the attack. Instead of flesh the claws drag across the pillar, cutting the stone behind them. As dust and debris fill the air, Kar'niss takes advantage of the limited visibility and ripostes with his blade, but by instinctually contorting its slender form the Slayer avoided the lunge.

The Slayer had been anticipating the moment he would close the distance, hoping to bait such an attack by keeping his body an open target, his lower arms pulled back in invitation. Now that the drow had taken it, his open arms quickly closed to grapple the drow, the Slayer echoing a blood curdling screech, one that could be heard even within the bellows of Moonrise's prison cells.

Blood dripped out of the ears of the drow, his head ringing with a high pitched bleep. The other drow around him began to run to the stairwell door in fear, all but one. The priestess, who stood in silence still watching the duel. With the door locked, the people's panic exploded from a frantic whisper to a loud frenzy. A delight to some, as Orin clapped her hands in maniacal laughter. Unable to do anything, Kar'niss could only watch in despair as the Slayer howled once more, the fear completely disorientating his mind, only echoing the screams of those around him. Time seemed to slow as a creeping shadow enveloped the borders of his vision, a red mist spreading as the Slayer raised its claw, its pitch black eyes reflecting fear the in his own face. The last thing he saw before it all turned dark.

Raox was able to restrain the Slayer's impulse to kill, just enough to keep Kar'niss within an inch of his life. However bloodlust still called the Slayer to its purpose, it emitting a slow crackling grow that passed the priestess and sought the blood of the crowd. Orin cheered with glee, finally able to let loose. As they humoured themselves in the bloody debauchery, the doors were swung open and Ketheric stepped forth with his soldiers, interrupting the massacre and harbouring the remaining drow as their saviour. He bellowed in his low 'general' voice, scolding the Bhaalspawn before returning down the stairwell. Between Raox and Ketheric they named this tactic the 'Enver Method'.

With the bloodlust contented, the Slayer returned to his humanoid form. The priestess still remained, standing unfazed, softly speaking drowic words while channelling it's power into the defeated drow, reminding Raox of the intentions he had lost to the Slayer's bloodlust. Although the Slayer was enjoyable it was entirely indulgent, and if not for it's sharpened instincts to haunt its prey, it would be likely be too reckless to fight effectively.

Raox approached the man as his body began to deform and break, the pain both visible and audible as Kar'niss's mind contorted with his body. The drider had been born, and was truly a most monstrous beauty. The yochlol said nothing, expressed nothing and simply dispersed into a gaseous form before either Raox or Orin could pose a threat. The drider lay unconscious on the bloodied floor. Raox's boots softly stepped and stood by its face, leaning his head down to the absolute's newest pet with a smile hanging from ear to ear,

"Thank you" he whispered.

Raox then made his way down the stairwell with Orin following behind, making a remark about how Raox should start a menagerie of all the monsters he'd been making, referring to the gnolls he treated like pups. He laughed at the idea, it was a tempting thought. Perhaps he would after Myrkul and Bane were out of the picture. Pondering on if he would make their chosen dogs of his own, before deciding that it would be against Bhaal's teachings to do so, and Gortash at the very least was deserving of a divine death. Considering this very opportunity was his gift, in thought many of Gortash's schemes resulted in similar gratification, and for a moment he felt gratitude in being able to serve such a man.

Realizing himself, a bitter fear followed. In panic he wrote a prayer begging for forgiveness from his divine father, before setting out to find something or someone to kill in his name. Having changed out of the dreaded absolutist robes for something that wouldn't betray his allegiances, Raox travelled into the shadow-cursed lands with a moonlantern in tow.

Across the waters that surrounded Reithwin stood an abandoned inn, which was under some sort of protection spell. Although usually it was his pleasure to snuff out light wherever he found it, the cause of this light is what bound Ketheric's allegiance to The Dead Three. So instead Raox watched as travellers desperate to escape the darkness, were drawn to light's protection. Which inspired him to allure his prey in a similar fashion, using his lantern much like anglerfish within an abyss.

Skulking the darkness he chanced upon a couple of Harper scouts. That they had come this far from the city caused Raox concern, as Harpers had historically been a constant thorn in his father's side. Raox thought he had dealt with them in the city, leaving the pests to a horde of mindflayers. He planned to punish Sceleritas for in failing to report their escape. Regardless, Raox believed that these Harpers would make a perfect repentance for his momentary lapse in faith.

He called out to them, offering them safety and guidance from the darkness, claiming he had been traveling and guiding strangers in these lands since before the curse struck. His elven appearance often allowed him to be flexible in portraying his age and experience. His demeanour was always incredibly friendly and gentle when masking his violent urges. Living with them all his life, the duplicity had become second nature for him.

In misguiding the scouts; which allowed more time for conversation, he had learned that they had been sent to investigate Moonrise in search for illithids. So, of course Raox kindly and graciously escorted them straight into the hands of Moonrise's guards, and into the prison cells. From there Raox personally walked them to the pit, a chasm within the prison to whom all that fell, piled on the fleshy floors of the mindflayer colony. Raox congratulated the scouts on finding what they had been looking for.

Besides the pit stood a killing altar, something he had fashioned in service to Bhaal, ensuring that every prisoner meet His gaze before being pushed to their deaths. Only he noticed a scroll upon it, it was the prayer he had written. Convenient but suspicious, he grabbed the scroll and unfurled it, reading the prayer aloud. The expression upon the Harper's faces as they heard the words made Raox confident that it had been scarred upon their souls. They were scouts, recalling vital information should be their expertise.

Gifting a singular knife between them, he forced the two to kill each other by promising the victor safety under the Absolute. Of course, only the soul of a murderer would reach his father, so in order to pass on his prayer, neither could survive. Watching them fight was a bore, his hands twitching in frustration at how incapable and inefficient they fought, but held himself back from finishing them. Eventually one was left standing and Raox exhaled in the greatest relief, placing his hands on the Harper's shoulders, feigning congratulations before taking out his frustrations by the way of gutting him, grabbing his intestine and kicking him into the pit. Watching his insides unwind lightened his spirit, into a soft chuckle, kicking the other Harper's body into the pit as he laughed.

Afterwards, he sat by the altar in a trance. Revisiting his memories of his own murders and assassinations, as a child he could visit the very memories of Bhaal himself but that time had long since past. He focused his trance on mistakes; and although these days he made few, but his victims made many, and he studied them that he might learn to exploit them better. Before he could, he was interrupted by a deep sharpened pain to his side. Opening his eyes, it was no longer only Harper blood that warmed the floor, but his own. The dagger to pierce him was his own, Bloodthirst. The hands that held it were pale, and when the dagger pulled out, an a overwhelming flow of blood began to flood through his clothes. It was almost as if he was being deflated. Suddenly he felt a strike to his head, toppling him over to see the pale feet stepping through his blood. There was no doubt in his mind who it was, Orin.

He hoped that she feared a betrayal to Bhaal, instead of being envious for his favouritism, because he remembered what it felt like, the inferiority. As his he felt himself drift, he questioned if his decision to offer her a place by his side all those years ago was a mistake, lamenting his pity for monsters before realizing that perhaps it was not a monster he saw in her, but himself.

His consciousness began to fade as he felt her presence lean over.

"Thank you" She whispered.

[mollyrosaria]

Team Sky liveblog

NIGHTSKY REAL NUGHTSKY REAL NIGHTSKY REAL NIGHTSKY REAL MY BABY BIY MY BELOVED

YES

YES

YES

YES

YES

YES

PLEASE

I NEED TO SEE MY BOY

I NEED TO SEE MY BOY

I NEED TO SEE MU BOY

AIR BUD

AIR BUD

AIR BUD

MY OTHER BABY BOY

this is going to send me into cardiac arrest

My baby

I need Nightsky I want to kiss him on the lips so bad ANYWAYS

“About 20 years older” OKAY SO. That would make Nightsky like…. 50 in my canon. Real. No 2it 60

OLD MAN <33333333

Biting my Zoroark plushie so hard it’s hurting my teeth

Kill me don’t kill me somebody kill me except dont

This shit is an hour and 23 minutes long

holy shit

Yeah he likes Fezandipiti of course <33333333

Mikey dig up the corpse

dig up the corspe

commit a Fuse

MIRAIDON

Baby boy :)

Mikey gets his ribs kicked in by Miriadon

GB HI

GB HELLO

GB GREETINGS

MY BABY BOY

everybody pray for my throat

please

Me and my shiny rayquaza plushie watching together <3

I genuinely feel nauseous rn

okay I drank water

I’m going to

pass out

if I’m not careful

like seriously

kill Nightsky don’t kill him I love him too much

kiss him

kiss me

Mikey I’m going to kill you

GREEN!!!!!!!! CLOTHING!!!!!!!! he’s gonna get the bird mask

I’m going to die of cardiac arrest as soon as Nightsky shows up I promise you that

I’m going to dig my nails into my skin so hard I will bleed <3333333333

I bite my hand <3

SONT CALL OGERPON YGLY I’m gonna eat your flesh <3

Yup bird mask

<333333333

Put this man Ina. Dress

I will wake up the entire neighbourhood my window is open uh oh

hopefully nobody calls the authorities

MY DEVICE DIED BUT IM BACK

RACISM????????

“I’m greedy for more Sky!” uh huh…….. sounds an awful lot like Nightsky :) hmmmmmmmm are you sure you’re not so similar, Mikey? Teehee

bird death

“If it was still alive I could reform it” Mikey says “I can fix him <3333333333”

The entire world Nightsky comes from is a barren wasteland…….. of course it’d make sense if he’d be there

Mikey nobody knows you I’m sorry my Baby boy but nobody knows what team Sky is

“I’d say I’d be wary if a shadowy figure approached me at literally any time” ya

mlem :p

OH NIGHTSKY MIGHT BE AG THE CRYSTAL POOL BECAUS EHE NEEDS RESOURCES DOR A NEW TIME MACHINE

FUCK

PLEASE

PLEASE

WAIT

WAIT

YEASSSSSSS

YES YES YES YES YES YES EYS WEYS WYS WYEHSIDNAONWLFN2PSHEOSNDODHD MY ABY BOY MY BABAY BOY MY BABY BOY DIANSODHWOWJEKDNWOHWWOSJ MY EBPVOED BABAY boy HELLO SIR HELLO MY BAABY HOY

NIGHTSKY HAS A KORAIDON

WHY

Kill him <3

And he’s gone<3

OH HES GOT THE FLYING FROM THE IDGIGO DISK

LMAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAO

yYES

YES

YES

YES

YES

YES

He needs the crystals from the crystal pool for the Tera power to remake a Time Machine or perhaps gain power from it. Or perhaps he already has a new Time Machine considering his Koraidon???????? Where else would he get it???????. God his new outfit looks so much better I need him to kiss me on the mouth anyways

My baby boy my BABAY boy my baby boy

Let me see Nightsky being extremely depressed pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee

Nightsky appearance my beloved baby boy my baby boy

No he is not afraid of you he… well…. Hm…. Potentially anxiety of him ruining his life even more???????? Perhaps. Kiss me anyways

I’m going to strangle him lovingly (Nightsky)

I love how fucking annoyed he was to see Mikey

Like not even a burst of visible rage. He must’ve really wanted to strangle and kill Mikey right then and there. Or maybe he’s just so out of it, or potentially he just doesn’t care anymore because he’s so confident in whatever new plan he has????????