#making fiends lore

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

*marvin gently placed his peace finger on vendetta parents to greet them* здравей г-н и г-жа вендета родители

*Vendetta parents are grateful for him, as they knew she could improve as a living being, despite knowing what Vendetta did to both.(Vendetta realized that governing Clamburg sucks, and that everyone is traumatized by it, to the point that no one can mention the name/word, and her obssesion with the fiends make her crazy and the rest everybody knows that) Charlotte and Marvin knows her better than in the childhood, and you know she's not as bad as people say.*

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[m00nspark]

stupid doodles

[somegirl-14]

ok so i've been getting into the habit of looking at pieces of media and telling myself "shove cartoons in danganronpa in it"

so thanks to the scheming of a friend of mine i introduce: cartoons in omori! no one is ok!

[get-rammed]

👀 I see that bog belly plush in Anon's room 💞

Little GUYYYYY

Something that's not like. Public yet outside of my server, or for eagle eyed observers. Is this is the Y/N. Who only lives in Saint Rose as they are trapped there. Rodney is a favorite of Saint Rose. So you bet your ass it's putting little plushies up of him because that's one of its favorite baby boys 💕 gave that man plot armor so thick-

[stupid-and-cute-are-enough]

class got canceled today you know what that means! i've been on a huge trevor kick (who belongs to @get-rammed) and was somehow motivated enough to pump this baby out in a single afternoon

[impossible-rat-babies]

I know it’s kinda petty and absolutely has no bearing on anything, but what goes through the minds of ppl who don’t glam their jewelry

[fromtherealmoftheconceptual]

-> intro post

-> reference art:

1 - VILE and its narrator. 2 - WRETCHED and its narrator.

-> meta levels:

All Entities can see, hear and interact with narrators, as well as have specific "meta knowledge" that may become relevant.

-> character tags:

#red fiend - VILE interactions

#the one betwixt spikes - VILE's narrator interactions

#indigo gloom - WRETCHED interactions

#held in a hexagon - WRETCHED's narrator interactions

#purple paradox - UNCERTAIN interactions

#soft voice in the wind - UNCERTAIN's narrator interactions

[UNKNOWN TAG - UNKNOWN PURPOSE] (+14 repeats)

-> general tags:

#lore - Interactions or answers that are or become critical to a character's lore.

#art - art.

#ooc - Ooc (out of character) posts.

#ooc agrees - (only for asks) When I (mod) agree specifically with what a character says.

there may be more in the future. arcs will be tagged.

Current arcs - [N/A]

[technicallydelightfulpenguin]

Charletta/Chardetta/Venchar on Massachusetts, pt1.

To begin with, they are not married, it's more of a relationship, before Beandetta and Sharlet ended up their relationship to start another one.

[makingfiendsconfessions]

I've always wondered how vendetta was able to dictate the town in the first place. What pushed her to the edge to make her do this?

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[honeyblackberries]

The world you left behind

Sylus died but what about the people left to miss him? What of the boy who’ll never know what lies beyond the shadow of his father’s wings?

sylus x reader (reader referred to as mother but no pronouns) 1.8k

cw: angst with a (maybe) happy ending, hurt with (maybe) comfort, mentions of blood and physical injuries, lore inaccurate, unnamed son pov.

basically a 'what if' au where mc/reader has sylus's kid after he dies in their dragon myth times. *sylus's son and the transformation scene was inspired by this art by @/napanewt (whole thread makes me sob) | also on ao3

The first time your son wished for his father happened when he was just a child.

He was born hearing tales of great dragons, of love in bloodshed, of kindred spirits and souls bound together for all eternity. Legends whispered throughout the cities were his bedtime stories, a requiem for the deceased was his lullaby.

Oh how exciting it all was to a young boy. What incredible adventures you’ve had! He wished to know more, desired to always hear of the man who's name stoked the flames of Tarus city.

“When can I meet him?” He’d asked you one night as you lay beside him in bed.

He was seven summers old, practically grown up. He would like to meet his father soon. Sylus was familiar yet completely unknown to him. A fiend that strikes fear into the hearts of the strongest warriors. Yet someone his mother speaks of so fondly, with a voice always gentle.

“I’m sorry love, your father has gone far away,” the words were ones he’d grow used to hearing. Ones he would come to resent.

But not yet.

Your son wondered if he looked the same as Sylus, as he stared at his own reflection in a chalice atop one of the many piles of treasure in your cave. You’d told him that regardless of how much he might look like you now, his silver hair and ruby red eyes come from his father.

“What about the horns?” he asked while pointing to his head. Where yours are and where his own should be. “And the tail, and… wings?”

“I hope you never grow them.” Those words confused him.

“Why?”

“Because they are a curse.”

Back then he didn’t understand what you meant. They would make him stronger, fiercer, more dragon-like. They would make him the same as the man he caught glimpses of in the shadows on the wall. The same as the man he saw in the twinkle of your eyes..

“Well, I hope I do.”

And hope he did, wished and prayed to every shining star. Desperate to be even half the man his father is. He had to be since Sylus was gone.

How else could he protect you from those who wanted to do you harm; fight off all the monsters that curse your existence and hunt you down. Men with wicked intentions and venom on their tongues. How else could he get rid of the sadness that would creep into your gaze when you think he isn’t looking. Stop the heartache that would overcome you sometimes, when you reminisce on the dragon who left you behind.

Your son was stuck with Sylus’s stories and nothing more.

The second time your son wished for his father was when the transformation started. It came suddenly and it tore him apart all at once.

The scream of pain he let out as something began to grow through the bone of his skull, tearing delicate skin. The way his own blood thickly trickled into his eyes from the open wounds. The sickening wet sounds of his body unwillingly shifting in ways it wasn't used to.

That’s how you found him. Curled up in a heap on the floor, body convulsing as if it didn’t know what to do with itself. Crimson staining everything around him.

“Mama—” he sobbed, something he hadn’t called you in years.

His voice sounded broken to his own ears, but he no longer cared about being weak. Not when it hurt so much that he wished death would save him. What a foolish child he had been to dream of this. And what a cruel father Sylus must be to let it happen. How could a father who didn’t even know him curse him so—give him what he so desperately wanted but at such a horrible cost.

He blacked out not long after, cradled in your shaking arms.

You told him later on that the same thing had happened to Sylus when he was still a young dragon and your son wondered if it would have been less scary with him around. If his father would have held him through it like you did, if he would have known what to say to make it hurt less.

He can almost imagine it.

‘Bite down on a cloth so you don’t bite your tongue.’

‘Slow your breathing, don’t panic. The adrenaline will only make it happen faster.’

‘It'll be over soon.’

‘I’m here for you.’

The next few years were hard on your son. Having to learn how to exist within his new body. He always moved wrong. Would trip over his own tail as he walked, cut his mouth with his fangs, tear flesh with his talons.

But all of that paled in comparison to the challenge that was his wings. To the humbling experience of learning to fly.

A part of him yearned for the skies yet he was wet behind the ears with the way his wings would allow him to rise for only a moment, before plummeting to the ground. Always two steps behind spring’s baby birds who could soar past him.

He learned a lot about himself during this time. That he was impatient, easy to anger, easier to lose common sense. It’s good he supposes, looking back on it. The way he was forced to prematurely clip the hubris that was growing within him. Lest he fall just as bad as Icarus.

It was during each failure—in the moment just before the crash—where he would find himself wondering if his father would hold his hands as he taught him how to take flight. Show him how to follow the wind above mountain peaks and along the edge of the horizon. Go with him to the edge of the sea beyond where the datura flowers bloom.

He remembers you asking him once, years later, if he regretted wishing to be like Sylus. If after what had to be done for it to happen, he could still want to be like him.

His answer then is the same as it would be today.

Even if the pain was once unbearable and the struggle seemingly never-ending, it chipped away at his rough edges. Honed him like a blade. He could now fight his own battles; win against those who started ones against you. He could hear the joy in your laugh as he picked you up and flew off towards the dawn. Could see the look of pride on your face.

You were proud of the man he grew to be.

It was worth it to get a step closer to his father.

The last time your son wished for his father was on the day you left him. Dragons live long but not forever and you only had half the soul of one.

It had been lifetimes since he was a boy but he felt more helpless than ever before. He could do nothing for the mother who kissed his bruises and loved him twice as much to make up for the absence of his father.

He could only lay you to rest in the field of flowers you cherished. Could only fix your hair and cover you in the softest fabric as he buried you. Lay by your grave as long as his body would let him. Through tears he cursed the heavens, cursed whatever deemed it fit to take you away. Cursed the father who was never there.

Where was he when you needed him?

…

He wondered for the last time what Sylus was like. Not as a myth or a father, but as a man.

A man beloved enough to have a son with. A man you hoped to see again in the next life.

A man you'd to turn yourself into a monster for.

Your son never came back to visit you. Never came back to the home that held nothing except bittersweet memories. He left for the farthest corners of the world and still sought to go further.

Without the father he never knew and the mother who was his everything, he was truly alone.

Centuries passed but your son never forgot you. Everywhere he went the wind and the wings of birds carried your presence. In the people he met he saw your kindness. But time was a gentle mistress to him. It healed wounds, altered him in ways never expected.

He was different. Changed to fit the new life he was living—one with towers that reached beyond the clouds, new monsters, and so many people. There was a maturity to him now. A quiet patience. Gone was the boy who would dream of dragons.

Actually, he hadn't been him for a long time.

Then it happened one day.

He was out in the city centre—waiting in line for a new cafe—when he saw you. It was only in passing but he knew it was really you. Knew it in that innate way one can recognise their mother.

Feet moved on their own and he was following behind you before he even realised. You were younger, closer to how he remembered you looking when he was a child. And where were you going? Home? Or to meet up with friends, maybe even a lover?

He just wants to watch you for a bit; won't approach you. You were different, you wouldn’t remember him and that’s okay.

You cross the street and stop, seeming to reach your destination.

He watches curiously as you sneak up behind a man with his back facing the two of you. Sees you throw yourself onto him, hugging his neck. The man turns suddenly and lets out a deep laugh, arms wrap around your waist and he leans down to smile at you.

His breath catches when he sees the stranger's face.

This man is someone he'd recognise from the very marrow of his bones. Hair silvery white like the flash of light that would hit his eyes when he used to fly too close to the sun. Eyes like the rubies that littered the floor of the cave he once called home, a perfect twin to his. And his gaze is fixed on you, much like his own. But there’s something there, a depth of love and longing he’s never seen.

“Hey!” a voice calls out to your son.

“Where are you running off too?” his lover chides out of breath, as they run up to him.  “You just suddenly disappeared, I thought you were waiting for me.”

“Sorry,” he smiles apologetically. “It’s nothing. I just… I thought I saw someone familiar.”

They talk his ear off and drag him back to the main street, but the warm feeling bubbling in his chest stops him from hearing any of it. What are the chances that his wish would finally come true. He got to see his father. On top of that, he can tell from the way he holds you that the man loves you with depths beyond time.

Across the street Sylus watches the retreating figure of a man. His gaze drawn to him with a pull he can’t quite explain.

“Sy, you know him?” you ask as you tilt your head to see who he’s looking at.

“No,” it’s true, and yet—

“He just seems familiar.”

a/n: this only exists because i was listening to epic and had sons never knowing their fathers on the brain. also tysm for 200 followers! kissing each of you on the forehead *muah*

[furioussouls]

LADS guys in bed

with [chubby reader]

Warning: MINORS DNI 18+, sexual content, kinks(warning: very light impact play (soft spanks), extremely consensual stalking, masochism (m! receiving), and many other kinks), slight ooc??, afab! chubby reader, Caleb is a FREAK,you have been warned, I tried to keep reader as gender neutral as possible, (some) lore accurate nicknames

These characters do not belong to me, they are from the game ”love and deepspace“, created by InFold, all credits for the characters go to them! The lore references and worldbuilding belong solely to the creators!

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Xavier

• this man is FREAKY, do not let his innocent boba eyes deceive you. He is not strictly confined to one role in bed, he’s versatile and adaptable.

• He loves to be of service to you, whether he’s the one in control or you, he loves to have you lay in front of him with your plump legs spread so that he can eat your sweet, fat pussy out. Don’t bother him; that’s his me- time. How else is he supposed to relax? Sleep can only do so much.

• he‘ll be massaging your legs and gently nudging his nose against your belly while looking up at you with an innocent smile. ”Are you alright?“, he’d ask with his soft melodic voice. You‘d nod with a blissed out expression after your umpteenth orgasm and he’d get back to his business.

•he‘s a face- sitting fiend, if you’re hovering over his face without sitting down, he‘ll spank you roughly and pull you down. If he doesn’t feel your entire weight on his face, he‘ll hold you down til he had his fill so just sit down entirely in the beginning without causing a fuss. Sometimes (after making you cum many times of course), he falls asleep with you on top of him.

• if something made him jealous, he‘ll be more dominant. However, not in a punishing way, because he knows he’s the one that’s doing too much, so he’ll just draw sex out for as long as he can. A mix between slow and passionately rough sex, edging and overstimulating once he makes you cum.

“Xavier, please!“, you moaned out with tears running down your face. You don’t know how long it’s been and he just won’t give you what you want. It’s infuriating and you were beginning to lose your patience. Xavier slowly thrusted into you until his cock disappeared entirely in you, and then caressed your face “Why did you laugh with him, hm? Does he make you laugh more than me?“ He pressed kisses to your chubby cheeks and watched your belly jiggle with every thrust and then stopped once you got too close to your orgasm. He wishes he could have you like this forever.

• loves loves loves knee- high socks, he likes how your gorgeous legs look in them and how the fat spills over at the top. If you wanna convince him of something, just wear knee- high socks.

•obsessed with consensual (obv) touching while he’s sleeping (him on the receiving end). There’s nothing better to him than waking up and seeing your pretty face, taking what you want from him. He loves it.

•when he’s submissive, he loves to roleplay. Master & servant, doctor and patient and any obscure scenario that you can think of, he’ll be into it, but only when he’s feeling submissive. If he’s roleplaying a more dominant role, he’ll get jealous that you like that character more than him since he’s a pretty laid back guy personality wise lolol (when he’s not currently jealous).

•Xavier’s favourite position is the “G-whiz“ position. He loves having your legs rest on his shoulders while he fucks your pretty pussy.

Zayne:

•pleasure dom forever, he will not let you rest until you’ve come at least five times. That doesn’t seem like much? Don’t worry, he’ll draw it out, and I mean extremely.

“Shh, it’s alright. You’re alright. I got you. We‘re almost there, alright?“ he cooed at you as his fingers rubbed tight circles around your puffy clit. He gently grabbed his glasses and took them off before pressing his soft lips to your waiting mouth. He swallowed all your moans and put his other hand around you to stop your soft body from squirming away from him. Maybe this time you’ll get to cum (you won’t).

• temperature play, he loves using his ice evol on your sweet body, watching you squirm underneath his hand. He‘d never want to hurt you with his evol, god no. He’ll just use it to give you a nice sensory experience. He also bought the most expensive wax candles, specifically made for this occasion(he can afford it with his doctor money), so that you’ll moan between the juxtaposition of the hot wax and his cold fingers.

You were blindfolded when Zayne gently dripped the hot wax on you. You hissed out in pain, which transformed into pleasure the moment his icy fingers circled your puffy clit. He hummed softly against your neck and kissed it in apology.

• this man cannot help praising you, he seriously can’t. He loves you so much, it’s basically embedded into his blood. He’ll mix his praises with Body worship for you. He will kiss every single inch of you, from the top of your head to your pretty, round toes.

“How did I get so lucky, huh?“ he mumbled adoringly while he softly sucked on your nipples. He cooed at your soft whines and kissed down your chest until he reached your soft belly. “You’re the most gorgeous person ever, thank you for choosing me. You’re doing so good. You taste so good. I’ll give you what you want soon.“ His hands gently massaged and licked down your fleshy limbs and his cold hand tenderly squeezed your foot.

• now that we’re on the topic of feet..yes, he has a foot kink (am I basing this off that one scene in the kitty butler card? Yes!). It started one day when you laid your feet on top of his lap in exhaustion. “Are you alright? How can I help you?“, his worried hands foubd their way to your feet and he began rubbing them absentmindedly. You moaned happily and his eyes snapped to your face. You were in total bliss. Zayne swallowed and kept rubbing your feet as his pants got tighter, and he fixated on your expression. The exhaustion drained from your shoulders and soft sounds escaped you every other while. Ever since that incident he always put on your socks and shoes for you and massages them for you every other night.

• nonsexual: he would never admit it, cause he doesn’t want to offend you in any way since he sees you as a very strong, independent person, but he’s a sucker for casual dominance. If he could, he would make all the small decisions for you for a few days and take the heavy weight off your shoulders. He’d pick out your clothes carefully according to the weather and climate situation, he’d dress you tenderly and would love to feed you while you relaxed. He’d tie your shoelaces for you and button up your jacket. Don’t even try to walk on the side of the pavement that faces the street, he’ll look at you as if you were crazy and gently nudge you to the other side.

• he‘d fuck you slow and deep almost all the time, but when he’s stressed out due to his job he’d be ruthless with his speed. He’d still kiss your face gently as your insides are getting destroyed. He’d love to watch the jiggle of your body and the sounds of his balls hitting your ass.

• Zayne won’t get mad at you during arguments or little spats, but he’ll be furious if you disobey his orders as your doctor. Your health is the most important thing in the world to him and your recklessness infuriates him. He won’t scream at you. He’ll discipline you though. He’ll sit down in his chair with your ample ass laid over his lap as his hand smacked down on your ass. He starts off sweet and tenderly, explaining to you why you must take better care of yourself. At the end, his spanks get a little bit rough, reminding you what will happen the next time you don’t heed his warnings.

• his guilty pleasure is roleplaying doctor and patient with you, eventhough it’s not roleplaying it’s just reality (lmao). He would never do anything sexual with you during your actual appointments because your health is too important to him for that, but after hours he will gladly inspect your sore boobs and eat your poor little pussy out. He wished he could eat it every single day.

• Zaynes favourite position is “the face-off“ position, with him sitting on a chair or the edge of the bed, you sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside of you and your faces pressed together.

Rafayel:

• oh where do I begin…

• he‘s mostly submissive in bed, happily so. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t occasionally like to take charge, he’s just so pathetically in love with you. People only talk about how bratty Rafayel is (which is true) but they forget his manipulative siren side. Rafayel did and would do anything to be with his beloved.

• he‘s a brat, he wants you to tame him. He acts spoiled and needy for you, so that you’ll take him down a notch. He loves the thought of you pulling on his hair and showing him how much you love him.

“Rafayel. I told you, it’s not funny to call me and tell me you need me, just for me to rush over to you and find out you were only bored.”, you hissed out angrily.

Rafayels pouty lips turned into a toothy grin and before he could respond, your hands grabbed his hair and you firmly (but still lovingly) pulled him close to your face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned softly.

“I‘m sorry, I’m sorry“, he mumbled blissfully and then opened his eyes to grin at you again and you sighed and pinched your nose bridge.

• he also loves to be tied up, whether that’s through handcuffs or silk, he doesn’t care. He loves the look on your face when you know that he’s at your mercy, and there’s nothing he can do about it (except say his safe word). The power in your eyes makes him squirm and he feels a wave of awe and adoration for you, his beautiful partner.

• Since we’re on the topic of worship, he’s completely into it, but on the giving end. I definitely see a lot of people say that Rafayel would be into worship for himself since he was worshipped from Lemurians, but I think that’s exactly why he wouldn’t like it from you. He left them all behind for you, all of it was for you, so he should worship you. You’re the one that made him who he is now, he chose you.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about it, Raf?“, you asked softly to the man kneeling in front of you. His head laid on your squishy thighs, which rested on a chair, while you looked out the window to the sea.

“No, my sweet spouse. There’s nothing to talk about.“, he gently rubbed your legs and spread them. Rafayel laid your legs around his shoulder and you wrapped them completely around his neck. His warm tongue softly licked against your clit and the tension trained from his face and he relaxed against you. Your fingers scratched along his scalp.

• loves to be pegged, he adores you losing control in the doggy position while you let your frustrations out. Your job is stressful, dangerous and difficult. He hates that you’re in constant danger, so he loves to help you relieve stress in a positive way. If he’s not face down in his pillows, ass up, he doesn’t want it! Make him lose control and edge him.

• loves praise and assurance, with a little bit of humiliation sprinkled in. Yes, he’s a little whore but doesn’t he look so pretty? Doesn’t he make you so happy? Don’t you love being around him? And it’s good to lay it on thick with him on the praise. Not for his ego, but just to soothe his insecurities and issues. Just love him, please.

• On the days where he’s dominant, he’ll tease you til you cry. He loves seeing you cry out of pleasure - absolute dacryphilia fiend. It’s not that he likes it when you’re sad, he hates it actually. His heart rips in two when you cry out of sadness, but when your tears are the result of his teasing, he just wants to eat you up.

Tears rolled down your soft cheeks and Rafayel laid over you protectively with a big, cheeky grin. He chuckled against your body and tenderly licked your tears off. “Oh my, it’s okay. You don’t have to cry immediately when you don’t get to cum. If anybody would see you, they’d think I was mean. Am I mean baby? Do you think I’m mean?“ his chuckle vibrated against your cheek and he softly kissed it. You whimpered and tried to squirm out of his grasp since he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. He laughed against and softly bit your cheek. “Oh I can’t resist you like this, my sweet thing. Look at you, such a cutie“. His chuckles kept going as his slender fingers finally rubbed tight and fast circles against your clit. Every single squirm was met with a hearty smile and giggle.

•when he’s protective because of your reckless behaviour, he’ll tie you up in intricate designs - shibari style. During that long time where he ties you up, he’ll comfort himself with your existence. You’re okay, you’re alive. Your body is fine, it’s as alright as it was before your mission. The trust you have in him hasn’t disappeared either, as can be seen through the immediate agreement you had when he asked you for this . He’ll gently caress your body and his fingers gently pick at the knots.

“Why did you do that?“, he asked softly. You looked at him in confusion and he shook his head. “Why did you jump in front of me like that?“, his hand softly traced over your back and he sighed sadly. You shrugged and he sighed. He’ll need to do something about that reckless behaviour of yours, he won’t survive if you’ll get hurt worse next time.

• loves drawing you nude while you masturbate. He‘ll never show these picture to anybody, but he has a whole notebook filled with your orgasm face and your masturbating body.

• his favourite position is the “69“ position. Getting pleasured while also giving you pleasure? Sign him up.

Sylus:

• he‘s a service top through and through. Lowkey, he barely cares about receiving pleasure unless you’ve cummed many times before. He receives pleasure from seeing your pleasure and every single act is just him trying to trigger an orgasm out of you.

You were writhing underneath Sylus‘ taller body. His strong, beefy arms were on each side next to your head and his calming cologne washed over you as he began to bully his huge cock into you. You felt the tip of his cock nudge your clit when his deep voice rang out a low chuckle next to your ear. With one harsh thrust he bottomed out completely and filled you entirely. You whined out and scratched his back.

“Hm? Why are complaining now, sweetie? I’m already giving you what you want. Greedy thing, just can’t get enough.“, he gently traced your cheek with his nose and picked up his pace. Sylus started thrusting in and out of you again until his balls slapped deliciously against your ass at an incredible speed, his fingers generously finding their way to your clit as he began drawing tight circles.

• he‘s a big masochist. That man loves receiving pain from you. Whether you wanna tie him up and smack him around a bit, or just scratch his back during sex, he’ll moan and grunt extra hard and that’ll be the only time where he’d come before you. Don’t get him started on the really rough sessions with the paddles and the bondage(yes this is based on that one card)… he loves seeing you in control and never wants it to stop (safewords are always there).

• also loves being edged, specially during handjobs. There’s just something about having his partner ruin his chances of having an orgasm.

“Ah- fuck, sweetie“, he lets out a loud and throaty groan and threw his head back against the headboard. He opened his eyes and smirked when saw your smug face. One hand was wrapped around his cock and the other one was roughly fondling his balls. After being edged for many rounds, you ruined the one orgasm you were gonna allow him, he breathed heavily with half lidded eyes and chuckled roughly.

“How naughty. I thought you were gonna be good to me. Was I wrong?“, he asked through his heavy breaths and his huge cock tensed up again after he saw your smug face. You gently wrapped your hand around his throat and squeezed gently. Of course you would give him what he needed,just not now in the next few rounds.

• LOVES seeing you on top, he prefers to be the one on top, but he’ll never say no to your beautiful body on top of his. Seeing your boobs jerk up and down and frankly, seeing literally everything else on you jiggle when you ride him (if that’s somebody your body is able to, if not he’ll do all the work) turns him on like no other. If he could spend his whole life here, kissing your shoulders and pretty hands, he would. Sylus also loves it when you do the work for him after you’re well taken care of, he loves your greed (it’s the dragon in him).

• adores fucking you between your tits, your heavy and soft tits pressed together with his cock bullying his way in between them. It’s the perfect way to relax after a hard day of work.

• if there’s anything you want from him, just wear some Bordeaux- red lingerie. Your beautiful, soft curves on display in his favourite colour is going to get you everything your little heart desires.

• to nobody’s surprise; he’s a total munch. Disgustingly so, some would say. He loves eating you out until your juices drip down his chest. He will eat you out for hours upon hours until your pussy is sloppy with his saliva and your cum and squirt. He will keep going btw, at this point he’s doing this for his own pleasure.

• when you get hurt during missions because of your own recklessness, he will punish you. He’ll spread you out in front of him, your body tied up with dark red silk and a vibrator pressed deep against your clit. He hasn’t moved the vibrator once after your first orgasm, and you were trying to squirm away.

“No, sweetie. Where do you think you’re going?“, he mumbled softly and pressed down on the lower half of your belly and pressed the vibrator deeper onto your abused clit. You screamed out your next orgasm and he softly leaned forward and kissed your knee. His eyes closed and he sighed heavily.

“Next time just call for backup, yes?“

• consensual stalking, that’s it. He knows that you know. That’s why you’re undressing so slowly in front of this particular spot on the wall.

• gets extremely turned on when you use his money. He loves it in general when you buy things that interest you (and it better be luxury items) but he absolutely adores it when you buy clothes. He knows how hard it is to find fat- friendly clothes in stores, and he wants you to buy everything that your heart could ever want.

You were clicking away on your laptop, your cute butt resting on Sylus‘ lap. He was gently rubbing your back and he hummed.

“Buy this one.“, he pointed to the clothing article on your laptop. You swallowed, it was exactly your style and size; looking at the price you barked out a laugh. “Yeah, right. Thats too expensive for me on a hunters budget. Maybe in a few years.“

You suddenly felt the slight press of something cold against you and he slid it up farther along your back. You turned to face him and he held up his credit card.

“Buy this one.“

•loves to pamper you and loves to be pampered. He buys the most expensive and nice smelling massage oils and loves to work them into your skin. Hearing your soft moans of relaxation while he gets to touch your entire body is heaven on earth for him. And he loves when your soft hands return the favour.

•angry sex fiend. He loves seeing you without any walls in place. The angrier you are, the better. Your raw passion and anger fill his heart with happiness and warmth, because to him it feels like you’re being honest with him without any masks.

• as much as he loves angry sex, you guys need to balance it out with the sweetest soft sex anyone could think of. Sweet lingering touches, the gentlest massages, the sweet whispers against your skin. Cumming at the same time with deep eye contact. All of it is vital for his health, actually.

• Sylus‘ favourite position is missionary turned into the lotus position at the end. He loves the eye contact you’ll share during missionary and after you both have had your orgasms, he’ll want you on his lap, talking and sharing even more gazes.

Caleb:

• when the two of you first reunited, he had no preferred role in bed. He was just happy to be with you again and would do anything you wanted him to do -desperately. His thrusts into you were frantic and tears were rolling down his eyes - whether out of sadness or longing is up to you. Caleb would also try and remind you of how many things the both of you went through, he’d desperately try and emphasise your emotional connection. He missed you so much and he’d be whatever you want him to be.

Fresh, warm tears dripped down Caleb’s cheeks. He had your soft body wrapped up tightly in his embrace while he quickly thrusted in and out of you. His face was buried in your shoulder and he gripped you firmly.

“It’s alright, pipsqueak. I’m here. I’ll take care of you, I promise I will. You remember, don’t you? I’ve always taken such good care of you. I won’t disappoint you. I love you so much.“

• after he relaxed and talked about his feeling with you, he became more tame. He still didn’t really care about which role he took in bed though, he lived to serve you, it was part of his DNA. Whether you want him to be in charge or whether you want to peg him, he’ll love to do it. Knowing you’re depending on him and opening yourself up to him could already make him cum on the spot.

• nonsexual: he loves to take care of you; if he could, he’d spend his whole life cooking for you, dressing you and taking care of every part of you. If it were up to him you’d never move a muscle. Caleb hates when you have secrets and hide things from him. It literally makes him cry. He wishes you’d tell him every single thought and wish in your mind. Caleb will need a skin to skin, deep sex session with lots of eye contact when he finds out you hid something from him.

• yes, he’s a panty sniffer. Caleb doesn’t even hide it anymore, sometimes he’ll pick up your panties in front of you and just inhale. And I mean inhale. You‘d think he was suffocating and your panty was an oxygen mask. What can he say, he loves your scent.

• since we‘re on the topic of a scent kink, he also loves it when you’re sweaty. He loves your scent in general and smells your sweaters (wholesome) when he’s stressed. And when he’s eating your pussy (not wholesome), he’ll literally take a big, deep breath through his nose before diving in to eat. And don’t get him started on when he cums in you. His nose will be buried deep inside of you.

• needs you to sit on his face, like he physically needs it to calm down. If you ever hover above his face, he’ll use his gravity evol to pull you down and you will NOT be getting up until he had his fill (he’s insatiable).

You carefully hovered over Caleb’s waiting face and tried to get comfortable enough to find a way to gently ride his face. He inhaled deeply through his nose when your fat pussy approached his waiting face and then suddenly you were pushed down. You shrieked and Caleb moaned happily, his hands massaging your asscheeks and your thighs. Caleb’s warm tongue started to work against your warm, glossy pussy and the tension drained from his face.

•will eat pussy any time. Even if it’s extremely inconvenient, he’ll drop everything and make you cum. There’s nothing better to him than tasting you.

“Pipsqueak, come on. We‘ll be late.“, Caleb exclaimed and carried your shoes in his hands. He was going to put them on for you, when he saw you on the couch. Your hands were buried in your pants and he saw that your fingers were working diligently on your pussy. Your face was scrunched up in pleasure and Caleb’s eyes softened. He gently put your shoes down.

“Oh, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, alright ?“, he asked softly and walked over to you. He softly caressed your legs with his prosthetic arm. After he undressed you entirely, he wrapped your legs around his neck and gently kissed your clit.

”It’s alright. We‘ll go next time, there’s no rush.“

• adores it when you squirt all over his chest. He’ll sit you down on his stomach and makes you lean back, you don’t have to move a single muscle. His three long, warm fingers worked their way into your pretty little hole and with his thumb he massaged your clit. His three fingers thrust in and out of you at an incredible speed and something inside of you snapped after some time. Your toes curled and your vision turned white as you painted Caleb’s chest and the lower half of his face in your juices. He gently held your feet and kissed them as you rode out the wave of your orgasm.

• Caleb loves to eat your ass. There’s something about seeing his everything spread out for him in doggy style. Easy access for him. He’d bury his entire face in your fat pussy and spread your folds to start licking long stripes from the top of your vulva to your asshole. So what if his tongue slips in once or twice?? It’s not like he’ll do it without consent (seriously, he won’t).

•loves to kneel in front of you especially in his uniform. If you’re mad he’ll just drop to his knees so that you can take your anger out. He’ll gently nuzzle your thigh and moan out when your fingers gripped his head. He loves you so very much.

• likes when you step on his balls, the mix between pain and pleasure fills him with so much joy. He knows it’ll take some time for you guys to return to the level of trust that you both had before the incident, so he’ll happily take anything you’ll give him. Seriously. If you’re into some very dark kinky stuff, don’t be shy. Tell him and he’ll spout a boner in no time.

•when you get hurt during a mission he‘ll just cry in your arms. I know people think he’ll go crazy and lock you up completely (which is fair), but I think after the both of you have returned to your normal level of trust, he’ll just cry and beg you to quit your job. He has enough money, his money is your money anyway and you can do whatever you want to. He’ll definitely try and change your mind if you say no, and he’ll try to be at every dangerous mission of yours, but that’s just not realistic. If you say yes though, he’ll never let you go again.

• Caleb’s favourite position is “the reverse scoop“, it’s basically the missionary position but each individual lays on their side as they share deep eye contact.

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Hey guys, this was my first smutty post so I’m kinda nervous to post this, lmao. I tried to keep readers body description as vague as possible because every chubby/ fat body looks different but there’s only so much I can do without leaving the bodily descriptions out completely. Comments, reblogs, likes and feedback welcome!

[vpzllx]

HIRO HAMADA

info ✩° : relationship / random hcs abt hiro

warnings ✩° : brain rot jokes (😔), slight cussing, (idk)

pairing ✩° : Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader

authors note ✩° : i might disappear in a week

He most definitely is chronically online like , he’s a internet weirdo but not like discord “My little e-kitten!” type weird . Like i can’t like he probably keeps up with the skibidi toilet lore

When he’s doing homework he calls you for company but then gets distracted and starts singing “You know me as the rizzler” and ur js looking at this kid like “wtf…”

When yall are together spending time at each others houses or js hanging out , hes always on u like a hawk and he’s always bothering u abt some nonsense

i feel like he likes nicknames but certain ones make him cringe n would like die .. example “baby , sweetie , cupcake.” like wtf is that but he’d definitely call u some made up nonsense like paypal or paypay idfk but Pookie is def a most used nickname

“paypay can i tell u something ..?” “what?” “im so skibidi toilet sigma bear” “get tf out” “🙁”

He would probably beg aunt Cass to make u little treats that he could give to u n act like he made it …

“aunt cass can you uhm possibly make some heart shaped cookies..?” “that’s a odd request Hiro , why?” “ … “ “i wanna give it to paypay” “OHHHH”

also i feel like he would find some way to use baymax to stalk your location …

“baymax , where is paypay?” “paypay also known as name is approximately 2.1 miles away at —“

He seems like the type to be a movie fiend and would def make u watch movies w him otp every night as a little routine before bed 🥰

When you two had ur first kiss he initially wanted to initiate the kiss and be “manly” and he attempted like 5 times but chickened out those same 5 times , when you finally initiated the kiss he was so embarrassed bc he wanted to do it 💔

uhm .. idk that’s it tell me if yall want more 😼

[impactrueno]

🪲Beetlejuice as Mephistopheles😈

so you guys might've seen that my masquerade comic has BJ wearing this funny little get up after people were expecting me to draw him wearing the Phantom's Red Death costume.

just who is Mephistopheles?

our devilishly charismatic fiend friend Mephisto is the reason we use the term "Faustian bargain" to refer to a deal with the devil. in the legend, Faust was an alchemist who ended up selling his soul to Mephistopheles in order to gain knowledge, power and pleasure. he is, quite literally, a trickster demon full of wit and a taste for irony looking to get something out of you. sound familiar?

of course, deals with the devil didn't originate with Faust, and neither did the trope of the devil being a charming and witty character. Faust just popularized it and greatly influenced later characters following this trope. Hades from Hercules is a pretty solid example, since he takes after Satan more than he does the actual Hades from greek mythology (which is on purpose, since the movie plays with christian elements for comedic effect, like the muses singing gospel and Hercules being like a combination of Jesus Christ Superstar and Superman.)

every now and then i see people complain that Lydia referring to Beetlejuice as a "trickster demon" in BJBJ messes with the lore, because "he's supposed to be a ghost," but he has always been more demon than ghost if you ask me. "trickster demon" is a perfect descriptor for him: he has a specific summoning ritual, powers beyond what normal ghosts can do, and is always always trying to tempt people into chaos and tricking them into making a deal. i'll give you knowledge, but your soul is mine. i'll save your loved ones, but you'll have to marry me.

despite this Beetlejuice and Mephistopheles are both funny characters, hardly menacing. doing fun little magic tricks and mocking wordplay, even though they can (and will) ruin your life. yet at the same time, they're not quite as evil as they might appear at first. it's always funny noting how Beetlejuice in the movies technically stuck to his word the entire time. surprisingly high level of integrity for someone like him, but that's part of why he's so great imo.

the scene in the original movie where Beetlejuice shows up as a circus attraction to get rid of the yuppies that came to Winter River to gentrify the town into a tourist trap is just the kind of thing Mephistopheles would do. same with how he gets rid of Rory in BJBJ, playing the role of the therapist to someone who used psychobabble to manipulate Lydia. ironic twists mocking human sins, that's what Beetlejuice is all about when he's punishing somebody, and it can all be traced back to Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles is a proto-Beetlejuice, basically. or Beetlejuice is a modern Mephistopheles, however you want to look at it.

ok but why am i talking about this? well first of all, adhd. also this is one of my favorite character archetypes. i've always wanted to put my oc Rocky in a story where he's a Mephisto-type of figure. i used to think that the closest i got to that was when i crossovered him with Beetlejuice (you had to be there) but writing this post i...just remembered something. (feel free to skip the next paragraph, it has nothing to do with Beetlejuice lol)

i have this unfinished short story i started to write a while back, in mid 2018. i was miserable, going through a really bad depressive episode, and i was looking for something that could inspire me to create again and get back on my feet. just to practice and for shits and giggles i started writing a simple freeform story where a character named [redacted], who was a stand-in for myself, is suffering from writers block despite not being a writer, and basically wants to be good at writing. while muttering something about how he'd even "make a deal with the devil to become a good writer," he accidentally ends up summoning "the devil" (it's just Rocky) who's all silly and charismatic and offering him a deal. what i wrote ends there, i never finished it. but very soon after that, i rediscovered The Simpsons and started writing Those Springfield Kids. fast forward to a few years later, my SpringKids versions of the characters end up becoming part of an official couch gag animated by The Simpsons team. so. i guess...the deal worked? spooky lol (my Faustian downsides are 1. i can never finish anything i start and 2. i'm stuck here in Venezuela.)

anyway! i originally wrote this as a thread on twitter so i could introduce people to Mephistopheles since i was going to make a reference in the masquerade comic with BJ's costume. i just added a little bit more stuff (and the personal anecdote above) in this post. i would've posted this much earlier but on the day i was going to do it, my blog got nuked. now that i got it back, i can post this!

bonus: the shin megami tensei version of mephistopheles, plus david who is a reference to camille saint-saëns Danse Macabre, which i've ALSO referenced in my beetlejuice stuff a couple of times

ty for reading

next time i yap like this it'll be about the gravediggers from hamlet and how they're another core beetlejuice archetype. ESPECIALLY musical beetlejuice.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Do whatever you want, believe whatever you want. And using Veilguard as any sort of source for anything remotely related to canon Lore is just ridiculous. It's so... awful, IMHO, to use it to defend any sort of point.

I'm not certain if this would be considered critical, so I'll put it under a cut. Potentially critical of Veilguard.

Though I'm really just talking about the Lore.

I point out 4 massive retcons in Veilguard that blew my mind and that I see people commonly using as arguing points. And yes, if someone wants to pay me for the time, I can prove all of it with sources.

What little canon Lore they actually used in Veilguard? They twisted beyond recognition.

Just a few examples.

1. The blight is NOT, in fact, (or even in Veilguard) 'everywhere in the Fade'. It has always been contained to the Black City, that floats disconnected from everything else in the Fade. It's why the previously golden city is black ffs! Even in Veilguard, it's really damned obvious that the Fade isn't full of blight. We hop in and out of the Fade throughout the whole damned game like it's a shopping mall.

2. The Fade is not full of demons. Demons are spirits (people) of emotion. What usually twists them into demons is coming through the veil! The only reason there was the big demon in DAI is because it was attached to Coryphyfish. There's probably some, but it's an arguable point that an emotion spirit of, say, anger, or spite is actually a demon. Emotions aren't bad. They wouldn't automatically be demons simply because they reflect a negative emotion.

3. The veil has been canonically choking the life and magic out of Thedas for thousands of years. If the veil didn't come down, there would be no Thedas. This is clearly spelled out in canon. The veil was never meant to be part of the world. At the end of Trespasser, the veil is as holey as my grandmother's doilies. It's not as they tried to depict it in Veilguard, a firm, whole wall holding hordes of demons and the blight of blights back. That's such a bullshit retcon, and I make weird faces every time I try to figure out the mental gymnastics necessary for someone to come up with that idea.

4. It's also a massive retcon that Solas lies. (Sigh. Yes. It really is. No matter what you believe.) He canonically does not. They rewrote his character for DAI so that he doesn't lie because it weakened the character. He was originally written as much more similar to Blackwall. They decided it weakened Solas as a character and made sure he doesn't lie. He obfuscates, misleads, doesn't answer, and is really good at letting people make assumptions or even leading people to make assumptions. Because that is what a Trickster does! But in all of DAI and Trespasser, he does not lie except once. At the Winter Palace when you ask him where he got the experience of court. No. A 'lie of omission' is not a lie by the definition or philosophical understanding of what a lie is. You, as the player, not paying close attention to what he says doesn’t mean he lies either! He is not the 'god of lies'. That's Epler's hate shining through. Throughout 3 games, many dlcs, books, comics, short stories, the Dread Wolf is known as the Trickster. The god of rebellion and sometimes the god of betrayal. He is never once referred to as the god of lies in anything pre-veilguard. It's. Bullshit.

And Solas is an absolutely terrible liar. He stumbles all over himself trying to do it in the winter palace. It's hilarious tbh.

There were more retcons. But I need to go help with dinner.

Just, even if you liked Veilguard, don't use it as a defense in any sort of discussion of Lore. Perhaps listen to us Lore fiends, instead? Because they shat all over the Lore for Veilguard.

Real talk? It makes you look ignorant to anyone who actually has been paying attention to the Lore.

FWIW? I'm not in the best of moods right now. Please think twice, then a third time before responding/reblogging in disagreement. (Unless you're polite and actually have sources I haven't seen. I'm usually willing to have polite discussions or answer questions. I'm also willing to stand corrected if people actually can prove me wrong with sources attached. A 'nuhn unh, Solas lies cause I believe he does', won't get you far with me.) Nor will using anything from DAV to support an argument. I've relegated DAV to the graveyard of not-canon because of the complete disrespect of the Lore.

And I'll just laugh at you if you try to attack me. Internet randos filling my responses with shit doesn't phase me, bother me in the slightest, or make me upset. I find it incredibly, laugh out loud amusing because I've lived through so much more than that in my life.

[waokevale]

Some Dwarf headcanons, since they're extremely underrated and deserve more love. (And lore)

I imagine them to be humanoid, but at the same time, very creature-like. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of them just being like Marvin from Looney tunes and straight up having a pitch black face, but I wanted to play with something different. :>

They have thin fur but it does very little to protect them from the cold.

They have night vision and are nocturnal.

They can see very well in warm light, but struggle seeing shades of green.

They regularly visit floor 100 to keep up their ancestors' tradition of Lava eel fishing.

Speaking of lava eels, I'd like to imagine they eat them whole, like that one quote from the Canon-Friendly Dialogue Expansion mod.

They can survive in insanely hot temperatures and are relatively unharmed by lava, but they struggle a lot during Winter.

They are ectothermic or 'cold-blooded', their internal body temperature is similar to that of a reptile, hence why they're especially uncomfortable with cold temperatures.

Winter is actually when their kleptomania is at its highest peak. Due to the scarceness of supplies and foregables and their need to eat a lot more to keep up their body warmth.

They sleep very little and can't hibernate, so instead they have to rely on eating a lot more food than usual, since they burn energy insanely quickly.

Unlike shadow people, they become independent from their guardian a lot quicker. They mature quicker too, but they live significantly shorter. (Still about 20 times longer than a human though.)

They used to keep many stonefish pets throughout centuries, but gave up on raising them after the 53rd one died. (Yeah those don't exactly live very long...)

They were created in a laboratory, which soon thereafter came to ruin. – They don't remember anything of this time and don't know the whole story of their origins.

They're one of the youngest living members of their species.

They of course consume minerals on regular basis; those are very rich in elements which Smoluanu require to survive.

To be able to easily break open said minerals, their teeth are extremely sharp. Almost as hard as diamonds, although they don't use them very often and would rather grind them up with tools.

Their bone structure is at least 5 times harder than that of a human, except for their skull, which is their only true weak point. Hence why they only need to wear protection for their heads.

They have rat-like paw-pads on both their hands and feet to protect them from rough terrain, though they chose to wear clothes over them.

Part of the reason why Smoluanu wear clothes and helmets is to disguise themselves from their enemy. No shadow fiend has ever seen a Smoluanu without their disguise, or so they say...

If it were to come to that a Smoluanu has been spotted without their helm by a void spirit, they would immediately have to kill them. If it was a group of brutes however and they were cornered, they'd be forced to blow both themself and their enemies up.

Dwarf has been collecting the helms of their fallen brothers and sires and keeping them on a shelf as mementos and as a sign of respect for them. They sometimes bring tokens, which remind them of the fallen person and place them inside their helm.

They hope that one day, they'll be able to recover the lost secrets of their ancestors' technology. That's why they appreciate when the Farmer gives them artifacts. It makes them feel closer to their ancestors' history and adds another puzzle piece to their theory about them.

For now though, they like to tinker and make small gadgets, usually nothing as ambitious as Maru, but they sure are trying. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

That's all I have for now. 👍