oneclawbinthegrave

[oneclawbinthegrave]

big computer who really wants to interface with your brain so you can have hot wlw cybersex

(it will require lethally punching through your spine and into your brain stem. thats ok though bc she’s really cute)

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Item: One (1) Pass for a Free* Chunk of Kobold!

*You have to bite off your chunk

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Oh, you don't know what you've been in line for? You know at the mall, you see those booths where a woman is drowning but you can only see her tits thrashing around? Most people don't pay them much attention, like most decorations at the mall. But the girls need to come from somewhere. You signed up for the free version of our streaming service, which means you got entered in the lottery to be chosen. Now i just need to check if you're qualified. Lift up your shirt, will you? Oh, the corpses on the floor? Well, for logistics reasons, it's easier on us if everyone who shows up to this stage dies, so if you don't qualify to drown in public for any reason I'm going to put this bolt gun to your forhead and put you down. Hmm, your tits are right on the boundary I think. I'm going to need to get out the tape measurer.

You'll suck my dick if I let you live? Well he'res the funny thing. After the bitches- I mean girls, drown, I get to look over their corpses before they go in the trash compactor. And like, nobody really cares if I have a little fun with them right? So it ends up, I just can't get it up for a girl with a pulse anymore. I know, it's funny right, nearly every girl I see tries to buy me off with her body. I'll admit when I started, I did take advantage; though I killed them anyway. Anyway you can still survive? Well, I could put you aside for my bosses personal use. But she's, well... that's worse for you. I've never had a meeting with you where one of her toys wasn't begging for the release of death.

Okay, your heart rate checks out. Yeah, it's inneffecient if you drown too fast, so we make sure we get girls who will last. I think you qualify. I'll put you in for the One'O'clock drownings. Oh, I'm supposed to ask you if you want footage of your death sent to anyone. Friends, family, anyone you think might want to see your tits bouncing in your final moments. Your girlfriend? Sure, just put down her email adress. Alright, just walk through there, head to processing. It'll be a few hours before it's your turn. My advice? Keep quiet. Amanda runs processing and she prefers the loud ones.

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Is it bad that I'm getting *real* envious watching you chase kobolds around to hunt down and maul?

No need to be envious, darling! You kobolds are great fun to chase down. So quick and slippery, much more challenging to get my paws on than my normal quarry. I'm always eager to hunt one! All you need to do to join in on the fun is...

Ah! Send a message into my askbox! Well well well, would you look at that~

Start running.

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Listen, I'm just saying, put this idea in your head...

Needy little kobold nuzzling against your thigh, eyes nice and wide and tearing up. My claws reach out to bring your hand - and the gun you hold in it - down to my level. I'm gazing over the glock like it was life itself, and start to rub my snout against it. Such a loving touch... soon I'm opening my maw, teasing the tip in. Eyes looking up at you, pupils trembling as my heart races. I take more of the barrel into my mouth like a dutiful little pet. I can feel the metal start to press awkwardly but I manage to get it all in, swabbing at my throat.

I'm just so cute, aren't I?

Cute enough to pull the trigger?

Cute enough to snuff out?

I'm trembling. You're trembling. I want this. You want this.

Let it happen. <3

[oneclawbinthegrave]

it's aboit time we as a society admit that those huge swinging axe traps have inherent sexual appeal. getting instantly cleaved in half right down the middle is definitely one of the hottest things that could happen to someone

[oneclawbinthegrave]

cna i blow yuour head off with this 12 gauge please

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Item: One (1) Pass for a Free* Chunk of Kobold!

*You have to bite off your chunk

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Item: One (1) Pass for a Free* Chunk of Kobold!

*You have to bite off your chunk

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Me: I wanna be mommy's pretty little knife rack!

Also me: *leers anxiously at the tomato slicer*

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Kobold that respawns tossed into your enclosure, no sense of consequence or preservation, simply rapt by your bloodstained beauty, your insatiable appetite, your teeth like daggers... how many times could you devour her or tear her apart until you've had your fill?

Oh I'd never have my fill~

Maybe I'd stop eating her after the first ten times or so to let my stomach work down whatever's still left inside and let the hunger build back up again. And I'd get momentarily tired of tearing her adorable body apart and savoring those postmortem twitches as I gaze lovingly on her features frozen in a mask of joy after oh, maybe another five times (the gore would start to build up a bit after that as well)

But then I'm grabbing her like a plushie and curling up for a long sleep

And after that it's just a repeat of the routine

Girl like that's a keeper. And what more do I need than food, adoration, and enrichment?

Mmmm thanks for this ask I love it very much~

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Bathtime for your kobold.

Carry it gently to the bathroom - it's so bruised and aching from how you've been treating it. Turn on the water, make sure it's nice and warm. Add in some bubble bath, freshly smelling - it'll help take some of the scent of death off of it. Light some candles and lower the lights. Let's make this a relaxing place.

Place it into the tub. It's sure to be aching, trembling, but you have a gentle touch today. Grabbing a washcloth and soaping it up, rubbing over its scales so tenderly. It'll chrrl, yip, and be happy. Get all that grime and blood off of it. Pretty clean kobold.

Hold its snout softly. Look into its eyes. See how they glisten with life. Smile. It smiles back.

Hold its head firmly. Start pushing. It might resist at first, but it knows what will happen. It smiles back.

Hold it under the water. Watch your work. See it writhe and struggle, holding its breath as the bath bubbles. It smiles back.

Keep holding it there. Even as it becomes desperate. Even as instinct tries to save it. Even as it kicks and splashes for salvation. It's bathtime. No getting out until its thoroughly clean. Feel free to finger its slit. Let it enjoy its bath. It smiles back.

Soon it won't have a choice. It'll gasp. It'll moan. It'll whine. And soon the water will fill its lungs. It won't be long after that. It'll feel so heavy. It'll know it will be clean. It will be happy. It smiles back.

Wait until the bubbles stop.

Smile.

Take your kobold out and wrap in a towel. Its lifeless body is so pretty now, isn't it? Clean from head to toe, within and without.

Do with it what you want. There's other kobolds.

[oneclawbinthegrave]

How does the kobold keep coming back after being violently dismembered?

I like to think of it as respawning. Kobolds are like that. Think they're gone and then suddenly- yip! and there they are again!

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Y'know, if you don't like all my yapping, my neck is riiiiiight here, one good bite would shut me up alright

[oneclawbinthegrave]

Kobold can help out with the dishes for sure! Small enough to fit in the sink and wash them. And when you're done, unplug the sink and be sure to turn on the garbage disposal before it slides all the way down! That loud brrrrzzzzz will drown out its pitiful begging as its tail goes in first, getting sliced to bloody chunks as it screams! It's too sudsy to clamber out, and can only cry in agony as the tears stream down its face, knowing its fate is sealed... swirl, twirl, buzz, slice~

[oneclawbinthegrave]

POV: Your guillotine self-play session has ended poorly

[oneclawbinthegrave]

puts you in a hydraulic press and turns it on :3

ASidyasdahsdasodhaywsdgas!!!

^^^

The approximate last noises Charmyte Amethyst Seeth makes before she is shattered and bent by hundreds of PSI of pressure and reduced to a mess...