#bunny cultist

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

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christians stop interacting with me im a big ol dyke and i hate u 🥰🥰

[artbribery]

Danny is summoned but tells each different summoner that he is a different being. 

He just gets fed up with it and says:

“No, I'm actually the fairy godmother and you don’t qualify as cinderella, unless you’re a young girl who wants to go to the ball, are you?” 

“Sorry, I’m a genie and I just lost my lamp, very sorry, didn’t rub the bottle, no wishes for you.”

“For the last time, I am not the ghost king, the lines on the summoning circle are all wrong, see, that right there means I am not of the ghostly category, I’m actually- yeah you got shit calligraphy Chad, will you let me finish I’ve been planning this one for a while--”

“So yeah I’m the easter bunny, what, you think the easter bunny has to be a bunny just because of the name? Not everyone gets an obvious name”

“I’m Batman” 

This last one probably backfires one day when he gets summoned into a cultist’s basement in front of the tied up Literal Batman and he goes double dare on the death by embarrassment by saying that one is a fake and how dare they, for shame, this poor cosplayer--

Bonus: 

He was summoned into the Watchtower by the JL. Danny is wearing a spacesuit costume and goes “Uh.. Houston, we have a problem.” 

[heartfullofleeches]

Ranking my non-human darling's by how much they like to take baths and how willing they are to let their yan(s) bathe them:

Puppy Streamer/Mall Security Darling: 1000/10. Loves a hot bath after a day at the gym or at work. Washing all that fur themself is a bit of a pain so some assistance is much appreciated

Cat Streamer Darling: -10/10 As a grown ass person they can wash themselves just fine. Only takes a bath if they haven't showered in a couple days. Hates every second of it

Bunny Streamer Darling: 5/10. Also prefers to wash themselves, but so long as their yan has a gentle hand they'll eventually warm up to the idea

Alien Streamer Darling: 9/10. Confused by these human bonding rituals, but never doubts the words of their dear friends. Probably enjoys eating bath soap.

Incubus Darling: 10/10. Sees past their yan's little tricks, but would never say no to free pampering. Be sure to polish their horns well, love

Angel/Cupid Darling: 9/10. Not sure to a mortal form and loves some assistance. Lil hesitant about letting people touch their wings due to how sensitive they are, but warms up to it with a bit of love and patience

Werewolf Bodyguard Darlingx: 4/10. Only allows others to bathe them if their fur is covered in too much filth to get out on their own like mud/blood

Werewolf Sheriff Darling: 0/10. Just give them a bucket and fuck off.

Ghoul Darling: 3/10. Scary.... Their Yan has to be extremely cautious or risk scrubbing off bits of their flesh. Easy to persuade with treats for good behavior

Evan's Spouse Darling: 0/10 when they first met. 11/10 currently. Stinky fleshy eater was initially frightened by bathing because it got rid of their natural scent and Evan used nasty 5 in 1 body soap. Now that he switched over to soaps with a more fruity and they moved into a place with a tub they both could get in, they look forward to every bath.

Cult Monster Darling: 2/10 at first. 100/10. Monster Darling was cautious of humans and nearly ran away when they mentioned bathtime as to their previous cartakers it meant chaining them down and spraying them with a hose. The cultists nor darling's mate would ever subject them to such torture and bathe them with the utmost care which they grow to love.

Sea Creature Darling: -1000/10. Fuck you. They live in water- there's no need to give them a bath. Thinks their caretaker's just want any excuse to touch them. Nearly took someone's eye out just for having a sponge near them.

Clown Fish Darling: 1000/10. Fun! Sees bath time as play time which can be a hassle for their yan if they're washing them in doors. It's best if their yan bathes with them as this darling will mote often than not try to pull them in anyway

Thembo Shark Darling: 7/10. ??? - but, they're in water all the time.... it is nice to have some help picking fish bones out of their teeth and they'd hardly refuse anything if food is involved

Slime Darling: 0/10. Do not need to be bathed and runs risk of losing parts of themselves in the water/down the drain. Likes watching others bathe instead.

Nightlight Darling: 0/10 as an android they do not need baths, but as a caregiver they like to help give them. Acts like one of those floating bathtub lights and can dispense bubbles from their mouth.

Doll Darling: 9/10. Also also doesn't need baths, but it's fun to pretend and if it makes Yan happy they'll gladly do it

[bigyikes97]

HORROR WRITERS BEWARE

i recently welcomed the cutest fluffiest baby bunny in the world to my home after intense research on the pros and cons of rabbit ownership and let me say

the con i could not anticipate was it sapping all the angst from my soul, leaving me unable to work on my dark lovecrafty horror projects

she pauses her zoomies to flop beside me for cuddles and ghghghhgh how can i write about sacrifice and deep-sea cultists and grotesque elder things *now* i ghhhh

[prettybabybaby]

¡¡ almost all of my work is some variation of dark !!

¡ steve harrington !

steve + asking for gum

dark!steve + forced breeding

dark!steve + somnophilia

toxic!steve + hiding his plus size girlfriend

steve + red lipstick

sub!steve

trying to break up w dark!toxic!steve

best friend!steve + ordering for you at a restaurant

¡ eddie munson !

more to offer

dumb bunny, scary wolf

provoking

that’s why I do it

bully!eddie (hashtag)

perv!eddie (hashtag)

brothers best friend!eddie (hashtag)

stepbro!eddie (hashtag)

dark!eddie (general hashtag)

gross!eddie (hashtag)

stalker!eddie (hashtag)

eddie + male!reader (hashtag)

getting high with eddie

dark!eddie + forcing you to pay him

part two: dark!eddie + forcing you to pay him

sadist!eddie

aftercare w eddie

vampire!eddie

braces!reader giving eddie head

perv!eddie + ginger!reader + “does the carpet match the drapes?”

perv!eddie + innocent!ginger!reader

eddie + corruption kink

cultist!eddie + naïve!reader

mechanic!eddie fantasizing about fem!reader

eddie + putting his d&d dice in your pussy

eddie wants to cum in your mouth

best friends boyfriend!eddie

eddie + humping a pillow to get off

kissing eddie hcs

eddie trusting the pull out method

eddie + “this is where the magic happens”

dark!dealer!eddie drugging you

eddie crushing on teacher!reader

stepbro!eddie comforting you after a fight with your dad

¡ main masterlist !

¡ navigation !

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Oooo I have been looking everywhere for some daddy!eddie and you wrote him so good!!

If I may, how about little!reader coming with Eds to a hellfire meeting? 😊

dnd and colouring in

Content- hell fire club, very poorly written dnd, little!reader, dummy use, Dustin vibing with reader, soft toys, dnd scene from stranger things, canon swearing, mentions of bigspace.

Summary- Eddie has a hellfire meeting, you don't have a clue what's going on but you like watching how serious your daddy gets.

Authors note- this is such a lovely concept, I will be honest I don’t know anything about dnd so I just copied the scene in season 4 lmao, so sorry it took so long,it's not proofread, hope you enjoy♡

You didn’t know much about the game your daddy was playing but you enjoyed seeing him so passionate about something, besides you of course. 

you were sitting a little bit away from the table with a colouring book in front of you and your black rabbit in your arms, Eddie was setting up with his 3 of his friends “Hey Y/N” said the one with the tartan red shirt on “hiii” you elongated the word colouring in your last bit on green. 

about 30 minutes later two boys you knew as Dustin and Mike walked into the room with a shorter girl with an American flag draped over her like a cape. You liked Dustin, he would always have conversations with you regardless of weather you were big or little.

“Absolutely not” Eddie said sitting on his throne with his hands clasped together “you asked for a sub, we delivered” Dustin said pointing to the girl “this is Hell fire club, not babysitters club” that resulted in a grunt and a death stare from you “not you baby, not you” he whispered reassuringly as he walked towards the trio.  

as you listened to the back and forth between the two of them your little side was a bit intimidated by the 11 year old but at the back of your mind your big side grew a liking towards her. 

eventually Eddie backed down and they were all sat down at the table beginning the final part of the campaign. 

Eddie described the monster to the club with very distinct detail, now normally it would scare you however he had already told you what it looked like so hearing it for the second time it didn’t really bother you. “do you flee Vecna and his cultists, or do stand your ground and fight?” Eddie questions the members around the table. “I say we fight, to the death” Dustin replied “to the death” “to the death” “to da death” you mumbled under your breath making Eddie chuckle. 

at this point your colouring in was discarded and you started to feel the suspense of the campaign, watching carefully as everyone rolled the dice and had very intense reactions you started to really enjoy yourself. the best part was when your daddy started doing weird movements and jumped up onto his throne causing you to cackle. 

the club huddled together after a while and your daddy quickly came to check on you, “hey princess, you ok?” he asked giving the top of your head a kiss “yeah daddy I'm ok, this is fun” you giggled into the fur of your bunny “yeah, you enjoying it” he smirked at you “yep.”

after he walked back he got their attention “Hey!, if I may interject gentlemen, lady applejack, whilst I respect the passion you’d be wise to take Gareth the Greats concern to heart. there is no shame in running. Don’t try to be hero’s, not today kay?” he said spreading his arms out “ one sec.”

“Screw it, lets kill the son of a bitch.” “the chances of success are 20 - 1″ “never give me the odds” Dustin said in a sassy way making you giggle. “Give me the D20″ he said Eddie throwing the dice at him. Dustin missed, you made a mental note to remember that for when you were big again. watching as Erica took the last roll you held on tightly to the cuddly rabbit in your arms.

20

Erica had rolled a twenty.

it took you a few minute to realise that it was over and they had won and when you did you shot up and made you way over to them. everyone was screaming including you, giving Dustin a hug you both jumped up and down together him shouting and you squealing. looking at Erica you gave her a small smile gave her a quick side hug “well done” “thanks Y/N” she said with a smile, she obviously knew Dustin would have told her, add that to the list of things to berate him about when your big.  

Running over to Eddie you jumped into his arms, he spinning you around making you giggle hysterically. 

if this was how all god campaigns ended, you’d have to come to more.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Bunny Cult

{Curse of Strahd Campaign}

Dm: so your cultists start bringing you eggs.

Harengon Bard: My what?

DM: ya you are now worshiped by the people you saved as the bunny god of summer

Harengon Bard: did you just make me the Eldritch Easter Bunny?

DM: so your cultists start bringing you eggs.

[its-metous]

Cravings (Cotl Headcanons/Drabbles

The lamb goes to declare another doctrine, only to learn that the declared effect touches much more than just the flocks cultists.

Hi Hi! Not really a shipfic, but I am def a narilamb supporter who really likes to make headcanons so do with that as you wish! Lamb here uses She/Her pronouns and Narinder mainly gets They/Them from the Lamb! Trigger warnings/reader warnings for cannibalism here!

It’s not every morning that when a sermon is given a doctrine is declared. Though the flock is always wary of it. Lectures on their possesions, their praise, their lifestyles all seem to cause a bit of panic in at least one or two individuals. So, when the lamb mentions cannibalism, she is not surprised to watch her cultists fall dead silent.

“My leader…” A duck speaks up sometime after the silence had fallen upon them, “Surely.” They swallow, and it doesn’t take a mind reader to know they’re anxious. “Surely, we wouldn’t need to resort to that would we?”

Several pairs of eyes follow theres to look at there leader, those who weren’t quite brave enough to speak up bobbing their heads and nodding along as a murmur starts to spread through the temple. It was a step up from the last time she had preached on sustenance, then, then they had gotten a feast. But. It seemed an uncanny follow up.

She laughs after a moment, her eyes slipping from suprised that someone had spoken up to amused and the flock seems to tense. “It’s not something that we would resort to per say my friends,” she places them tome back down on her podium as she leans up against it with a hand resting against her chin. “We are the devotees of The One Who Waits are we not? Is the death that our master grants the most devoted of us not something to be treasured?” The murmurs start up again, she’s got them thinking. Good, she smiles to herself.

A hand raises in the crowd from a short bunny trying desperately to be seen, “But we won’t have to only eat others right? Wouldn’t it be a threat to the cult if we only eat everyone? What of our farms?”

“You misunderstand me.” She straightens herself up and removes the crown from her head, holding it high for the crowd to see. “We’re not going to a diet of flesh, nor should you think of this as you would eating your favorite meal.” Her hand presses against her chest and she closes her eyes as if in a promise, “I would not ask that of you.” She hears the crowd breathe a sigh of relief as she opens her eyes, “But.” Perhaps she was getting a bit too much of a kick out of this, mind reading the Oh Fuck‘s had gotten fun. “I am asking that we take in stride our role as loyal followers to honor each life that Death lifts away from us. For they would not let our devotion fail us, so we must not let ours fail them.”

Perhaps, leaving the sermon, most of the followers do not agree with her declaration. But, they also seem relatively at ease with the idea for now, as most of the elderly chose to have themselves sacrificed or ascended leaving few corpses for anyone to have to worry about cannibalizing. At least, she thinks to herself, At least no one is thinking of dissenting from this doctrine. Though she can still remember the one badger that lost his patience when she started collecting tithes… Arguably the worst part of this doctrine was the few stray minds that seemed, well, “happy” about it. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle those individuals, at least not at the moment. Nor was she sure how she would handle her own gods opinion on her choice of commandments, the shepherd was quick to be amused by her decisions as the flock leader.

It’s almost noon when she finds herself still running around the cult grounds, unironically making up meals in preparation for her first crusade in Anura. How she’s going to actually start butchering the elderly that she can’t sacrifice or ascend? She’s not sure still. The only thing she’s really got going for her is that she’s decided she’ll probably just serve them well minced into the carnivore’s meals and not mention it. Everyone will forget about the doctrine if it goes unmentioned for a while. Even if that does mean, a while, considering that none of the followers had said much to her after the sermon. Maybe they just noticed her being busy. Though it does hurt a bit when only Jager waves her farewell on her way out to Anura.

It’s much, much colder than Darkwood she notes. It’s a blessing that she hadn’t sheared yet, even if it made it a bit more difficult to avoid the oversized frogs. Though, all around, it also feels a bit less dangerous than Darkwood? Less chaotic even, but that’s probably rather fitting given it’s bishop. Here, the creatures were simply easier to avoid, or come around from behind and swing at. Maybe it would be something to flaunt to the shepherd when she sees them again, another reason as to why giving her a bell wasn’t the smartest choice. It feels strange that they would have sent her to Darkwood first though, this place seemed so much easier. Just frogs, a few odds and ends cultists, and smoke, that seemed to be it.

She pauses rerunning through her thoughts as the smell clicks. There’s no visible flames for as far as the eye can see, so she drags her sword behind her and follows the acrid smell. It still seems like a red herring. The area is grassy and autumn like, just like the rest of Anura had been so far, but. Her eyes dip to a few small patches of soot on the ground spaced in the clearing. Something was here. Or, well it had been, she thinks as she steps onto one of the sooted areas and squats to examine it.

It wasn’t a smart choice. At least not in the moment, given how quickly a set of fireballs is shot out and allowed to connect with her head. She’s still writhing by the time she finds herself in the afterlife. Her hearing is slow to come back, but she can feel the room practically shaking with the shepherd’s laughter. “I know, I know, It was dumb.”

“Very.” They say, their red eyes in slits from their cheeks pulling up.

Her arms fall out from behind her and she slumps to splay out in the sand, she sighs. “At least you get some amusement out of it,” her hands reach up opening and closing at the cat leaning over her small form. “Home, I need to try again.”

They shift, reaching a hand down through the slightly loosened chains to have a claw poke at the center of their raised palm. “Are you sure you don’t have something to bleat about to me?”

“No.” She says it quickly, her hand other hand coming up to hold the claw as if it could be considered a threat. They merely poke her more.

“Are you sure? I could have sworn that a doctrine got declared today.”

“You’re mistaken.”

They huff, another hand reaches down and unceremoniously grips her by the back of her cloak and holds her over the other palm. If looks could kill they think. “Cannibalism. That is a sin among mortals you know?” She’s dropped, flailing before being cupped in the other hand with bangs falling over her eyes.

“Waste not want not right?,” she shakes herself and tries to right herself before the palm shifts again and she grapples one of the claws, “why,” the god stills, she blows hair from her mouth, “would you only give me those two options anyways?”

“Two extremes.” Its silent for a moment, “and its amusing.”

“Uh huh.” She shifts back into a sitting position deeming it safer, though she does not release the cat’s thumb from her arms. “Did you eat people? Like when you were free?”

There’s silence, then laughter. It’s hoarse, but the lamb smiles at it. She wonders if they only laugh when she’s around cosidering the other two cats never seem much for conservation. “I could have. Perhaps I did, It’s been so long though I can not point to it as a specific memory,” they hum.

The lamb nods and then laughs, “Y’know I thought you were going to tell me that’s what you did to the last few vessels.”

The god pauses, stunned before they smirk, and lift their palm above their head. “No.” The lamb grasps the cat’s thumb tighter as the palm starts to slip from below her, “It would just be what I’m saving you for.”

They drop her and she flails before finding her feet firmly beneath herself on the waystone. It’s hard to catch her breath as she can still practically hear the god laughing, it stings. There’s only so many curses she can think of and mutter under her breath to try and hide the embarassment, of course they wouldn’t actually eat me. Of course they wouldn’t, the thought repeats as she heads back into Anura before the sunrises.

The crusade is going better this time. It’s still a bit disconcertingly cool despite her cloak and wool, the thinner parts of fleece on her legs feeling the worst of it. But, she’s butchered far more frogs than she can count, and the fireball tree things that she still hadn’t named had yet to even singe her! All in all, her progress felt good with the first witness’s pathway at the edge of the heretic camp she had cleared. It takes little more than a yawn sneaking out of her mouth to lead her to sit down under one of the tents. Her head rests up against the side of it and her eyes close, not intending to sleep so much as take a break.

“Lamb,” the crown calls floating off her head and she hums in acknowledgement not stopping to open her eyes. They didn’t call to her during her crusades often, she’d asked once, they’d called themselves a distraction she remembers. “I have a request of you.”

She snorts, an eye cracking open to gaze at the crown floating in front of her. “I know, I’m on it.” The crown rolls its singular eye, and she struggles to stifle the giggle.

“A different one, I need you to bring me something.”

“Mm?” She couldn’t think of the last time when she got a request of him. Any demand really other than that of killing the bishops.

“A heretic.”

Both her eyes open up to stare at the crown in front of her. “What?” She sits up. “Wait actually how?”

There’s a soft harumph noise that comes from the crown as it shakes, pestered, “Sacrifice them to me. You have declared a change in my nature.”

“How did I do that exactly..?” The question drags but the crown replaces itself on her head, finished with the conversation.“ It’s unsettling so she rests no longer, manifesting her weapon as she heads towards the witness.

It’s quick work and she beams a bit at it, even though the crown floats from between her horns to look down at her. They’re frowning, but she likes to pretend they’re beaming at the witness she sends back to the cult too. She’s quick to start heading for the exit, until the crown does not come back towards her.

“Lamb. The heretic.”

She cocks her head over her shoulder, foot still in the air to march home, “Like now?” She eyes the crown then the exit, again.

“Lamb.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.” She mumbles shifting with her cloak to head back into Anura in search of any remaining heretics. It’s dark by the time she finds a camp she skipped over. The heretics seem unaware of their peers’ massacre by the time she arrives with a brandished axe. With the witness gone, they pose a simple threat, especially in such small numbers. It almost reminds her of the prochecy. Five, then four, then three, then two, then one. But she doesn’t let it reach nothing. There’s just the one left, broken and bleeding as she let’s go of the axe for the crown to form. They stand there, over the heretic as it whimpers. “So, how do I do a sacrifice in the woods?” She looks to the crown as it shakes. She finds it unreadable.

“Draw the ritual circle, do the ritual.”

“I don’t bring chalk with me into the woods.”

“I see an obvious replacement.” They hum lowering to the blood covering Anura’s floor.

She makes a face, sticks her tongue out and ‘“blehs”. “That’s kind of gross.” but the god does not seem to care as it stares at her.

She shifts slightly more so out of discomfort than anything before sighing and reaching her hand into a corpses blood to drip a circle into the ground. There’s no candles, but the sun is rising so she can see at least some of what she’s doing. Even if the main thing she’s seeing is her own bloodied hands and wool. It takes a moment and there’s a residual gross feeling as she finishes and looks towards the heretic who still hasn’t managed to do more than drag themselves into the brush. “Will you do the incantation for me?” she asks the crown floating behind her.

“Have you not memorized it?”

“Nope.”

“It would serve you well to be more dilligent.”

“Well,” the heretic screeches as she drags it back onto the circle, “I didn’t think I would need to know them so far from the cult.”

“Hmph.”

“Is that a yes?” she drops the heretic and they fall into its center.

“If it is the only option.”

There’s a nod from her as she starts to step out of the circle, wary of her face flashing up with blood like the last time. But it doesn’t come as the crown speaks a bit too quick for her escape and she finds herself falling. Then it’s all white sand as she panics. “HEY!”

The two wardens are here this time, one smirks at her graceless arrival. Her eyes travel as she rights herself flustered and dusting off the sand sticking to the blood on her, freezing when she finds the god holding the heretic that seems to have fallen here with her. It smells wrong. And from her view below it seems to be decaying within the gods grasp, she finds herself lucky to always be in the god’s good graces. They eye her as she oggles them and speaks “So kind of you to have not butchered this one into quite so many pieces.”

“Yeah…” her voice trails off as she continues to watch the blood drip off them. “Why, actually how. How did I change you?” she asks hands making air quotes around “change” in particular.

They grin, “watch.” And she does, eyes widening as the god tips their head back and devours the heretic in much the same way they had dropped her in their previous meeting. She flinches, the other two cats ears flick back to ignore the horrible sound of bones cracking.

“You..?” The puzzle pieces aren’t fitting. “You eat people because of me?”

“Close.” They hum licking their lips as they slump downwards, resting their arms against the sand to look the lamb in their eyes. “You declared a doctrine in my name. Do you think it has no effect on me?”

She stays quiet and the cat snickers as her metaphorical gears turn. “I declared you to be… a cannibal?”

“No. You’ve declared me to be a lot of things, this is just one of the things I can.” They gesture to the small pile of blood before them, “indulge in?”

She frowns and shakes her head, “Gross. You’re gross.”

“You declared it.”

“Yeah, Yeah,” she hums before her eyes go wide and she moves towards the god, “Wait,” a finger gets pointed in the smiling cats direction. “Does that mean you were actually threatening to eat me the other day?”

There’s a cheshire smile to the god as her voice peaks at the false realization, they’d laugh if they had not done so so much already. “I suppose you’ll find out if you’re not quicker next time I task you with my cravings.”

“Death!”

They don’t hold back as a hoarse taunting laugh fills the afterlife. It’s almost bittersweet that this is their last vessel, yet the one they have had the most fun with.

[mod-teacup]

( space riders au by @onyxonline , after some admiring and talking me n the team made underwater suits from being inspired by @fandomssvetlanafrom

With that in mind

ᗯᗴᒪᑕOᗰᗴ TO

Tᕼᗴ ᗪᗩYᒪIᘜᕼT ᘔOᑎᗴ

( concept of the suit moon jellyfish)

This suit is one of 5 ,animal: moon jellyfish, that lives in the daytime zone,

The stingers one thing suit is more dangerous and could leave underwater cultist and predators with a bad deadly sting inside a wound

The 'cape' is actually a container of oxygen, making sure the user has enough to explore all of the day zone

Under the boots of the suit is jet boosters allowing the person to swim faster in it and useful for swimming away from predators, the booster have a 3 minutes recharge before boost in again so use it wisely

Now you must be thinking, what about people that had wings or cat ears ( antenna, elephant etc.)

Don't fret

The 'cape' also hides wings from the water, making sure they don't get wet

The cape also changes shape so if you put it on the slimy like substance forms to fit your ears and style

Now seeing the bunny with pink on it also might get you confused,

The darker it gets the more the hue in the suit will show, meaning the white bubbles turn ( insert your colour) when it gets dark just like rl moon jellyfish's

That's all I have

Credits:

Inspired by @fandomssvetlanafrom

Au by @onyxonline

Helped me with this: @theroseofazrael

@ophiuchussnek

1/5 suits)

[444rockstargf]

no one requested this, but i wrote it anyway :))

"softcore babyface." | dan cooper x kappa

roses. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly

dan x kappa

word count: 1.2k

contents: mlm, anal, sucking dick at gunpoint (im a sick mf for this one), cum eating, face fucking, fingering, overstimulation, use of "bunny",

dan sat naked on all fours, a furious blush tinting his pale cheeks. kappa’s tall figure cast a dark shadow over him, his cold fingers grazing dan’s jawline, sending a blood-curdling shiver down his spine.

a sinister smile tugged at kappa’s lips as his hand reached to his side, pulling out the loaded gun that rested at his hip. he gripped dan’s jaw firmly, running his thumb over his quivering lips. “open up for me, bunny…” dan’s lips parted, strings of saliva connecting them as kappa replaced his thumb with the tip of the gun.

dan was face to face with kappa’s bulge, his body trembling with fear and desire. his crystal blue eyes travelled up to meet kappa’s, hungry expressions on both of their faces. kappa palmed himself through his loose-fitting trousers, a low groan seeping from his lips. dan’s pupils swallowed his pale irises as a result of his desperation.

the outline of his cock is clearly visible as it throbs through the fabric. the sight of dan at his submission like this with his life as risk sent an electric thrill through his body. dan began to swirl his tongue around the tip of the gun, making it slick with his spit as kappa watched him, nearly cumming at the sight of his neediness.

his finger remained on the trigger the entire time, making dan fear for his life. but that was the fun part. knowing that his life was in the hands of a sadistic cultist who could take his life with one effortless movement. kappa enjoyed torturing himself to the point of nearly cumming his pants at any moment. with a shaky breath, he pulled out his dick, the entire 8 inches covered with precum. he removed the gun from dan’s lips, whispering in a low, rapsy voice. “you know what to do.”

dan inhaled a short breath before, gripping kappa length and taking it down his throat as if it were the easiest thing in the world. he gulped as the tip hit the back of his throat, but took down the remaining inches effortlessly. kappa stood there completely astounded. no matter how many time they had done this, he was always surprised at dan’s skill. he pressed the gun to the crown of his head, his other hand gripping his brown locks of hair. 

kappa’s breathing became irregular as dan slurped up every spurt of precum that dripped down to his balls, not taking a moment to breath as he deepthroated the dick like a starved man in the desert. as he as spit and precum poured down his neck, he looked up at kappa, who had a devilish grin spread across his face. “you look so pretty taking my cock like this, bunny…” he pushed the nozzle into his head into harder, causing dan’s heart to race.

their chests rose and fell in unison as kappa’s awaited orgasm neared quickly. his hands squeezed dan’s skull as he took control, roughly bucking his hips into his mouth as spit bubbled from his lips. tears streamed down dan’s face, adding to the wet and sticky mess that was already there. he reached his hand to his own boner, which was red and swollen as it begged for attention. he smeared his cum with the tip of his thumb as he began pumping his cock at lightning speed.

the sight nearly pushed kappa over the edge, seeing how desperate his little toy was getting. his loud groans and curses echoed throughout the room, only adding more fuel to the sexual tension. “a-ah, fuck..! y-you like that, danny, huh? like it w-when i use your slutty throat.?!” his finger pressed against the trigger, nearly pulling it as his orgasm tore through his body. his head fell back, his hand pressing dan’s head all the way down until his nose pressed against his base. cum flooded from his tip, the hot steamy mess running through dan’s digestive system as he swallowed every last sticky drop.

kappa’s head pounded as his body recoiled from the stimulation, stars beginning to form in his eyes as he lost his balance. he pulled dan off of his cock, leaning against the wall as he panted with beads of sweat rolling down his face. dan collapsed onto the ground, coughing up bubbles of cum as his cock, leaked with puddles of cum. he whimpered and gasped for air as the lay on the ground with tears, spit and cum covering his face.

as kappa witnessed dan falling apart, he chuckled darkly. “you didn’t think i was done with you, did’ya?” he pulled dan up by his bare waist, locking his swollen lips into a sloppy, hungry kiss. their tongues fought a silent battle as kappa tasted his cum on dan’s teeth, groaned softly at the taste. he pulled away, flipping dan around so that he was in doggystyle position before landing a harsh, painful slap on his ass, causing his tight hole to twitch.

kappa spat on his index and middle finger, rubbing them over dan’s tight entrance before shoving them inside, dan’s back arching instantly. he pumped his fingers in and out of him rapidly, watching dan’s cock harden on again. he curled his fingers slightly as he tore through dan’s tight walls, the sound of his choked sobs being music to his ears. he cooed as he brought his lips to dan’s ears. “awh, can’t take my fingers, bunny? how are you gonna be able to take my cock then, hm?” there was a slight mocking tone is his voice, making dan’s body tremble.

he pulled his fingers out, starting to pump his sore cock as he lined himself up with dan’s tiny hole. without warning, his hand grabbed dan’s throat as he shoved himself into his hole, drawing out a loud scream. he wasted no time thrusting in and out of his tight hole, the sound of their skin slapping together along with dan’s high-pitched whimpers filling the room.

“f-fuck, t’s too much..! s-so, so big…” dan began to spew a bunch of nonsense as he became drunk on kappa’s cock. he grinned sadistically, shoving two fingers into dan’s mouth. his cock quickly found the squishy bundle of muscles that were deep in his ass, sending cum shooting out of dan’s cock as he drooled all over kappa’s fingers.

he’s quickly lost his composure, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he found himself reaching a second climax. his heart pounded in his chest as he managed to muster a few words. “g-gonna fill you up, bunny… gonna stuff you ‘til you can’t walk anymore…” that was all he could say before he slammed himself all the way in, allowing the dam gates to break.

buckets of cum shot out of kappa’s cock, causing dan’s asshole to convulse around his as he sobbed from the pleasure. his body trembled as kappa finally pulled out, ceasing the abuse on dan’s body. kappa pulled out, his cock limp from the overstimulation as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead. 

dan was nearly passed out on the ground, but the last thing he saw was kappa picking up his gun, the metal glinting menacingly as he walked away.

author's note: the visual is giving me popsicle vibes. anyways I haven't written anything like this before so yall should lmk how I did!

[draconic-hazard]

I feel like Afton's Bunny Cult is an untapped market for FNaF ocs. I want to live in a world where serial killer rabbit cultists are as common as animatronic ocs.

Come on. Draw the furries. You know you want to

[peanutbutterwafer]

More cultist ocs! Say hello to Ellis, Jude, and Marlow! The one sitting on the couch in the seventh drawing is Simon (the bunny girl w Jude in the fourth image belongs to @/shvggot)

[qqueenofhades]

It's a shame Dream didn't get to see Hob murder his way through numerous cultists and guards of the Burgess estate to break out Dream. What with Dream being so much into Hob coming to his defence.

I mean, "Hob saves Morpheus from Roderick Burgess" isn't probably the single most popular Dreamling plot bunny, complete with its own category tag on AO3, for no reason. It is obviously a simple but delicious premise in many ways. And given that Dream looked at Hob like he wanted to eat him post-Hob casually wasting Lady Johanna’s thugs without breaking a sweat (it was indeed very sexy, ngl), we can safely assume that this is indeed quite a turn-on for him. Ahem.

[windsweptinred]

10 Characters/10 Fandoms /10 Tags

Thank you for the tag @two-hands-toward-the-sun, this took me on a deep delve of my fandom past! Time to roll out my gaggle of glorious bastards again...

1. Ken Ichijouji - Digimon 02

Babies first blorbo. Puppy kicking, whip weilding antagonist who giveth not a shiteth. With a soul as black as his gloriously groomed locks. Who, by the power of love is transformed into the soggiest little puddle of twink you ever did see. Tragic backstory ✔️ A smorgasbord of issues ✔️ A realtionship with their rival/best friend so obbsessive, you're going to have a harder time proving this ship isn't a thing than it is. ✔️ Ken Ichijouji came with everything a young, naive millennial needed to make their first glorious steps into the world of fandom.

2. Ryou Bakura/Yami Bakura/Theif King Bakura - (Same body, they count as one!) Yu-Gi-Oh

Ryou Bakura - Adorable British cupcake with the soul of a traumatised lovecraftian cultist. Staring into the abyss while having afternoon tea. Gothic horror in a cream knit.

Yami Bakura - Actual murder floof, the walking personification of a horror podcast. In his wake trails body gore, supernatural mystery and gay subtext. Part demon, part Egyptian theif, 100% bringing sexy back. (bonus points: Florence)

Thief King Bakura - Traumatic back story maketh homicidal rogue. Wears red, has a social circle made up of ghosts and snake monsters... Is this not prime husband material?

3. Starscream - Transformers

Darling little duplicitous second in command of the Decepticons. Not just any 'Little Shit', THE 'Little Shit'. Simulatiously the dumbest and cleverest bot in any room. And that, my friends, takes a particular breed of talent. Negative traits, scheming, petty, fabulous. Postive traits, scheming, petty, fabulous. Repetitive attempts to off Megatron, play of either the power or fore variety. Not sure which, could be both.

4. Darth Maul/ General Armitage Hux- Star Wars

I will not and cannot choose a favourite between them. Instead, watch with wonder and awe as I neatly compress them into the same blurb...

Sad meow meow with self-worth issues does galactic war crimes to prove 'daddy' wrong. What do you mean my fixation with thwarting my archnemeis can't be classed as a hobby/career goal/life ambition? My voice can launch a thousand ships... Different circumstances, same truth. Such a pathetic little sausage, you'll want to sit them down and feed them soup. But they know atleast 101 ways to kill you with the spoon... So best not risk it.

5. Crowley - Supernatural

The diabolical king of cunt serving. Me and my athletic calves are doing this right thing for all wrong reasons...And you can't prove other wise! Alignment: Risk it for a biscuit. Four step program to deal with all life's problems: 1: flirt at it, 2: shout at it, 3: throw (please pick your chosen Winchester or, if pushed, tailor) at it. 4:... Yell bollocks and follow with a whiskey chaser.

6. Desire/Destiny of the Endless - The Sandman

Again, not picking. Desire, my darling little hell kitten. Destiny, my inglorious bastard in brown...

This is my world, you MFs all just live in it!

My emotions... Which I do not have, are the route cause of everyone else's problems.

Ah humanity, the dust bunnies upon which I sneeze.

Even in a glorified bathrobe, I'm still better then you, and you know it.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Dream of the Endless is a f*cking dumb ass.

7. Remy Lebeau (Gambit) - Xmen, Marvel Comics

Marvel looked at their collection of motley mutant misfits. And realised they had a morally dubious, disaster bi shaped hole to fill... And there Remy Lebeau has been for for 30 slutty, slutty years and counting. Sex in fushia pink spandex. Single handily keeping thievery in Americas top 50 kinks. Slowly exhausting the world's supply of playing cards... Must be considered a traitor to the cause atleast once a decade to keep his street cred. Must be considered a secret Summers brother atleast once a decade to keep his ego in check.

8. Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) - Batman (DC)

Scythe wielding, reigning and defending Trick or treat world champion since 1941. The physical attributes of a Giacometti sculpture with the rustic aesthetic of the folk horror genre. Grumpy old man syndrome dialed up to eleven. Pets: Craw the crow, Nightmare the raven... Edward Nygma. Built a life manifesto based on a gothic novel... Oh captain, my captain.

9. Alfie Solomons - Peaky Blinders

All hail the great arisen god of Margate. Who looked upon Tommy Shelby and called him smol. Weilds tomfuckery like a pepper spray straight up the jacksie. Views betrayal as a bonding exercise. Somewhere in his words are the the meaning of life. Still awaiting the lab results as to whether this man is the anthropomorphic personification of chaotic neutral. Not even part of the egg and spoon race. Will still manage to win with a watermelon and a novelty spork.

10. Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives

(art by @felix-krain and @caligosatchel)

Cluedo character brought to life by malevolent eldritch entity for sexy end of the world shinnanigans. I suspect either Proffesor Plum or Reverend Green, professional opinions vary. Maintains the inability to move more than one square at a time when enacting nefarious schemes. Still has a preference for homicide by kitchenware. Comes with all the British, arch dilf energy of an Agatha Cristie villain. Taking the horrors from the hands of privileged elite and unleashing them on unsuspecting white collar workers. Eye, chin and tits first.

Whelp, that's my ten fictional characters/fandoms. Men folk (and Desire) addition. When I say I like them on the morally grey dulux colour chart. I'm not exaggerating. 😅

I'm tagging, at your pleasure @mashumaru @aisalynn @bobbole @tickldpnk8 @writing-for-life @marvagon @missingrache @rriavian @jazzy-a and @ibrithir-was-here

[your-nanas-house]

Hi! Can I request something with a Greek Tommy? Thank you and have a nice day dear

Hello! You can, bestie. Have a nice day too.

The next horcrux

Pairing: Tom Riddle X Fem!Reader

Warnings: manipulating, Tom Riddle, gods

Words: 488

Summary: In the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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A simple object found at Borgin & Burkes took Tom Riddle exactly where he wanted to be-that was: ancient Greece.

The wizard fell on a cloth that attututed his landing and allowed him to hide so he could change his clothes into something more typical for that era: a plain with robe that symbolized the upper class, came to his knees and was quite thick, it was also paired with an orange sash around his chest to signify the status.

Tom's goal was to find the most suitable statue to use as a container for one of his horcruxes, the only problem was being able to find his way around the small village he had decided to go to.

There were many passersby and it did not take long before Tom realized that he was in one of the towns and not just a village, more precisely exactly in the place where some sort of show was taking place.

Music filled the space and when Tom was able to get closer and see better, thus finding his eyes on a young woman who was performing there, his mind went blurry.

The girl was focused on her dance moves not paying attention to how her dress moved.

It was a typical dancer's dress, which did not show off too much but enough to be attractive and alluring; she was good and even Tom could admit it, he was astonished.

It was only later, when he met her again that a plan came to him.

He approached cautiously and elegantly "excuse me?" the girl turned around meeting Tom's green eyes, it was clear the visible shock on her face as she studied him, coming to the conclusion that this man, although strange, was the most attractive man she had ever seen, a reason that prompted her to help Tom even though she did not even know his name.

She gave him a tour of the town explaining their culture and traditions before offering him a place to stay for the night.

Tom accepted, thanking the young woman and wishing her a good night after walking all day and eating a hearty dinner filled with jugs of wine on the table.

He then remained alone in the room pondering the new things he had learned to come up with a plan so that he could steal the statue of the king of the gods, Zeus, knowing that it would become a big scandal since the ancient Greeks showed much honor toward their gods, they were very religious and cultist of certain.

One thing he could use to his advantage also was another characteristic, it had to do with love because they were very into the romance and love also marriage and having a wonderful family; they considered themselves blessed and holy if they had such love so this could have been a very good way to take to succeed in his plan.

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Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover

[cryptile]

Ok so like before I get into termina I'll explain the gods a bit. There's four main cults, three of which are associated with old gods. In the first game there's the bunny masks who worship sylvian, the god of love and fertility, and the wolf masks who worship gro-goroth, the god of destruction. There's also the owl masks from the second game who are believed to worship vinushka, who's the child of gro-goroth and sylvian, and also the god of nature, but vinushka died a long time ago. And then there's the horse masks, and we don't actually know who they worship. There's two main theories, one bring that they worship rher, moon God/trickster god, and the other one being that they used to worship whatever his Alll-mer absorbed and the reason why we don't see them is because that Gods trace has fully faded.

And on the subject of Rher, the inciting incident in the second game is the festival of termina. Basically three days where a number of contestants must kill each other until only one remains, and those who take too long or refuse to partake in the festival or just catch the attention of Rher, they transform into a monster called a moon scorch. Everyone's moonscorched form is different and like based on their personalities and insecurities and such. But it's later revealed that Rher has left (different than dying) and it's trace, which is literally just the moon, is all that exists anymore. This fits with the rher horse mask theory because they aren't ever seen. A different God is just using the power left in rher's trace to invoke the festival, the newly seen sulfur god.

During alll-mer's Ascension, he had to cast off his impurities like cruelty and hatred and it created another being called the sulfur god. But the sulfur god ended up becoming far more powerful than Alll-mer and pretended to be Alll-mer while the real Alll-mer isn't really worshipped much. This also supports the theory that Alll-mer absorbed gro-goroth because blood magic was said to be gro-goroth's gift to mankind but blood sword, blood portal, and longinus are all Alll-mer skills. We already know that old gods who die or leave can still sometimes be worshipped, their powers being drawn from its trace, and gro-goroth's trace is an optional boss in the first game. We even get explicit examples in the case of Rher and vinushka both having skills and affinities. And since the god of the depths trace still has insect based stuff we know that the old gods trace can still have some of the spells, so it makes sense that other blood magic spells like hurting and black orb are still gro-goroth spells. So basically the entirety of Europa-based Alll-mer worship is actually sulfur worship.

Everyone who dies at the festival gets cast down into the sulfur pits, and sometimes if a special ritual is done or if you kill the other contestants fast enough you get all the goodness in your soul burned away and emerge an agent of cruelty and hatred, and get to join the sulfur cult. We see a few sulfur cultists in the game, like needles, stitches, perkele, and a few others probably, two of whom are actively hostile and kill you in cruel and unusual ways, and the third expressing outright hatred for the player after they win the festival and then attacks them.

The town of prehevil which is basically prague is the site of an old Eastern Union experiment, which is basically the ussr. They tried to make a machine to connect the human minds in basically the Internet, consisting of three telectroscopes and the logic. The telectroscopes are like psychic antennae to connect to the logic, which is basically a human consciousness connected to a massive underground computer. The project was shut down presumably because of like ethical stuff. But then the bremen army which is just like funger Germany starts invading surrounding countries, eventually capturing prehevil and continuing the logic project. The leader of the bremen nation is none other than legarde from the first game, having ascended to new godhood. He now is known as the Kaiser, he's basically the Austrian painter from the bad guys of ww2, also I don't know if I mentioned yet this game takes place in like 1942, basically what I'm saying is that legarde sympathisers from the first game probably felt pretty silly when game two dropped.

So they end up taking a pow who's also the sister of one of the playable characters and put her in the logic once it's fully reactivated, creating the machine god. Legarde is super obsessed with bringing humanity to New heights, he's the human parent to the girl from the first game, now he's trying to create something with the power of an ascended one without relying on the death of an old god. The machine god tries to lead you to the telectroscopes throughout the game, and has has infiltrated rher's realm, where it can be seen in the form of countless hands holding up a bunch of wooden boards. Also I forgot to say earlier rher's realm is basically just like a small pocket of like some mirror world, it's made out of this purple clay stuff, and the machine god's constructed wooden hallways are there wherever there's manmade structures. This not only shows how the machine god is the combined subconscious of humanity, but it also shows how the old gods and ascended ones literally rewrite reality around then, so the bunkers in which the machinery resides suddenly have always been the body and form of the machine god.

In the canon ending you get to fight the logic and witness the birth of a god, same as the first game. And also like the first game, anyone who witnesses this birth doesn't survive. You then get to meet the machine god and enter the artificial green (the green hue is like the place the old gods are from, the artificial green is basically just a manmade realm similar to the sulfur pits or rher's realm), and join the collective conscience of the machine god. I'll say more lore stuff as I think of it or corrections as I notice them 💖

Every single time i learn more about funger lore, it gets cooler and more fucked up. God i love this game so much