#lmk if theres anything else to tag

[botherbug]

wolf eating souuurce

[valtsv]

this quote about cordyceps from this article in a scientific magazine is basically how i've always imagined possession to work in horror stories. the demon/entity/whatever doesn't alter your perception, displace you, or control your mind, they just take over all your bodily processes, bypassing your brain entirely. they force your mouth and vocal cords to form the words they want you to say, force your limbs to move in the direction they want you to go, and force your lungs to keep expanding and contracting and your heart to keep beating, even through excruciating pain and horrific injury, so you can't even self-sabotage and your friends and loved ones are discouraged from trying to stop you for fear of what harm they might cause you to do to yourself to escape. you're a passenger in the driver's seat of your own car, and the hands on the wheel, though outwardly apparently the same pair you've always had, are no longer your own.

[b1mbodoll]

gabi ‘m having thoughts about fairy!leehan. idk much abt fairy traps n things in the forest, jus’ that leehan would do whatever it takes to lure u into his realm so he can keep u forever and ever :( gets obsessed the moment he sees you out on a walk, twitches in his pants when you stray too close to his realm, dribbles pre all over his closed fist when you see the berries he enchanted just for you! he thinks you’re so naive :( anything could happen to you on these little strolls you take, you should be thanking him for always watching over you, protecting you. ur curiosity gets the better of you after passing his berry bush one too many times and u try one after an extensive google search to identity them. leehan grips his base to stop himself cumming seeing that juice staining your lips :( when the berries make you fall asleep, bind you to his realm and make you alllllll his, he carries you home. slicks his fingers up with honey and plays with every hole he can find, hooking his fingers behind the gummy insides of your cheeks, pinching and playing with your soft folds ‘til they slick up with something so sweet he wants to bottle it. gropes painfully hard to satisfy himself with the marks his rough touch leaves, abuses your skin with dark, blotchy bruises and drools all over you. jus’ imagine waking up covered in his spit and cum, all marked up by him :(( it’s all over your cheeks and eyelids, pooling in your belly button and every little divot in your pliant body leehan could find :( your nipples are so sore from his sharp teeth and he’s slobbering over your sensitive clit with his fingers curling experimentally in both holes :((( i don’t even know WHERE this idea came from but it’s haunting me it’s so hot and messy thinking abt being his little pet, having no choice but to let him experiment with your body while you sniffle and blubber about being stuck on his realm! jus’ imagine begging him to tell you how to leave and he looks up at you from between your thighs wide eyed n’ tells you maybe he’ll think about letting you go if you let him stick his cock into ur soft slick mouth and swallow his cum like a good little pet :(

pairings: leehan x f! reader

warnings: fairy! leehan + foodplay (the berry thing got me) + fingering + oral + squirting + somnophilia + monsterfucking (just in case)

💌: i think i’m going to pass out.. this is so delicious ‘m drooling

leehan’s cock throbs as he eyes the berry juice dribbling from your lips and down your chin, it stains your skin and the way your tongue darts out to lick the spillage makes him groan, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as lust clouds his mind.

it isn’t long before the enchantment takes its toll on your body; you grow sleepier, passing out soon after eating a handful of them and that’s when he makes his way over, admiring your beauty before taking advantage of the situation. he strips you of your clothing and it takes everything in him not to fuck into you immediately, it’s almost as if your wet cunt has him in a trance but he snaps out of it, wanting to use your body to play out his fantasies.

leehan kisses and licks your lips, moaning when the taste of sweet berries fills his mouth. he trails his tongue over your throat, stopping to suck hickeys onto the soft skin and he preens at the marks left behind, claiming you in his own way.

he kisses down your body, taking his time when he reaches your breasts, one of your nipples in his mouth as his fingers twist and pull the other, even palming your tit when he gets overwhelmed at the feeling. he’s never had the opportunity to touch a human like this and he’ll be damned if he doesnt explore every inch of your body.

the fairy grabs one of the fruits and bites into it, allowing for its juices to drip onto your pussy; drool slips from his mouth as well, a mixture of juice and spit making a mess of your hole.

he presses the berry against your folds, pushing and dragging it to spread the sweetness over your pretty cunt, eager to find out how you’d taste. lithe fingers make their way into your empty hole, coated in the wetness and leehan curls them inside of you, manipulating your body however he pleases.

the feeling of your walls clamping down on the digits is enough to drive leehan crazy, pulling them out and bringing them up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers of your arousal and you taste better than he could’ve ever imagined, swiping his tongue from knuckle to fingertip, savoring the flavor.

he grunts in annoyance when his fingers are free of the remnants, spreading your hole before eating you out; his nose bumps your clit as he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, tongue delving between your folds and slurping audibly to collect every bit of your mixed juices as he can.

despite being unconscious, your body reacts on its own; the pleasure causing you to subconsciously tighten your thighs and clench around his tongue. you whine softly as moans escape leehan and the vibrations are felt on your clit, sleepily tossing and turning the closer you get to your orgasm.

leehan thinks there’s absolutely no way he could ever set you free; not after tasting your cunt mixed with the berry. the taste on his fingers is nothing compared to the one straight from the source and his eagerness to make you cum sends you tumbling over the edge, your release painting his pretty face when you squirt for him.

hm, seems like you’d the perfect human pet after all.

[avephelis]

trophy mounts

[indiegowrites]

NEW FIC ALERT!!!

(well. not really new—this is, like, two whole weeks late—but i never plugged it over here on tumblr, which i, in my covid induced haze, only realized last night. whoops! better late than never, though, HAHA.)

i had a lot of fun writing this one! hope you guys enjoy :D

~

Puff Puff Pass

'You don't smoke as much as you used to.'

Rating: E

TMNT. One-shot. Post canon 2012!Donnie/reader; long term best friends to lovers. NSFW. Mentioned previous onesided Apritello. As always, all characters involved are adults.

WC: 15,796

Warnings: cigarettes, weed, and small mentions of drinking. Light angst, with lots of comfort and a very happy ending.

~

'His eyes are half lidded now, and it’s suddenly way, way too hot in this fucking car, Jesus Christ. You reach for the console and turn the heat down a little. “Hated it when you’d come back with Raph. Always smelled like Reds. Fuckin’—hated it.”

You manage a tremulous grin, because finally, you can get some sort of grasp back on the situation. “Jealous?”

“Yeah,” Donnie admits immediately, and the half-hearted humour flees your body like a bat out of hell at the deadly seriousness in his voice. “Wanted you to smell like me.”'

[almightyhamslice]

Hellish Nabnab redesign! I accidentally skipped over him n drew all my naughtified character designs first, but since I procrastinated on posting those it all works out anyway LOL.

In this drawing I primarily wanted to explore the abject misery Nabnab is going through. My depiction of him is half human, though I'm actually unsure if he's human at all in canon-- his case logs only list his genomes as Heteropoda Venatoria n Givanium so, that might literally be it. I think his treatment by the Resort staff and by Banban are made significantly more horrifying if viewing him as a human though, so it's what I stuck with. He is NOT an animal, he is HUMAN, but he has never been treated as such for his inability to speak, his isolation, and his unwillingness to cooperate with his so-called caretakers.

I view his transformation into Hellish form as a sort of 'culmination' of all his prior mistreatment, it's his breaking point. Banban literally backstabs him after apologizing to him for once instead of attacking him, and Nabnab is overcome with uncontainable frustration. As the new givanium solution runs through his veins, he thinks no one he has ever known values him as a person, and he decides to give them what they asked for. He will show the other mascots just how scary of a monster he can be, and make them miss the person he used to be.

Bonus horrid little drawing from when I was brainstorming under the cut:

I dunno if I'll pursue it but I will say I think it's rlly freaky when normally rigid insects shed their skin and fucking,,, squirm,,, it's rlly creepy lol. Like have you ever seen a stickbug hatch? Don't look it up if you don't like squirmy bugs. Maybe he can be a little squirmy when he first attempts to fight Sir Dadadoo?

[roboticsir]

cringetober day 14!

[ikeytv]

Gramble, but he's like Luigi from Mansion

[alltimewhat]

when youre bored and you had the worst day ever you can just turn a guy you like into a zombie. its free and they let you do it

[koheletgirl]

music by @rismrus

title from the original poster by @beelzeebub

so i asked my dad what he thought of goncharov, and apparently he never saw it but his copy of goodfellas came with some bonus trailers and gonrachov was one of them! took me a while to dig it up but here it is

[zeawesomebirdie]

Image ID: blackout poetry of an anonymous tumblr ask that reads "Hey so... Zelda and Urbosa PLEASE!!! I just wanted to let you know that They're canonically known to be a relationship confirmed by Nintendo , please ship pedophilia and incest, thanks!"

[mirpkechi]

do you think that if i had immense precision i could cut the skin above my veins and not cut my veins at all and then be able to see my veins and touch them and do like. mini surgery on myself. that'd be cool right. and i could see all the blood vessels. i think i need sleep. and to be put down.

[juggalogojackerbox]

(Click for higher quality, god forgive me for the walls of text)

Craftelle Luna Shandrus, or "Onycraft" - 30 years old (D.O.B August 16, 1969) - Male (He/Him only) - Species... Unclear?

Onycraft is... a man of many descriptions to be sure. Neurotic, loud-mouthed, perpetually smells like the back of an old shed, loyal to a fault and stubborn like a mule, et cetera. Of course with the sordid and tragic history to match he certainly makes for an, interesting individual. Sure his tendency to casually ignore the laws of reality can be a bit of an annoyance, but if you ignore that, alongside all the telltale signs and side effects of being born out of unethical biologic experimentation and of coming back to life after going through the electric chair, hes just another eccentric alcoholic from rural Maine USA with a heart too big for his own good- Or I guess if you want to put it in "simple terms"

(Obligatory toyhouse link)

(So uhhhhhh, YEAH! Go me for finally posting this reference sheet hooh man, I fucking love this guy so much I hope others will soon enough as well, he is very dear to me and has been for the past like, decade plus? Good lord hes old as piss- I mean he is my first ever oc but still, damn)

(Well anyway, more "side-references" under the cut as a lil bonus here yes, I'm gonna go lay down now)

[lottiesquidhugs]

the unbreakable

[underpaidimmortal]

angel from outer space?! yes please!!

(funguary week 3- tetrapyrgos)

[quillheel]

❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)

"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.

he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.

"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."

He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again. ━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )

He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.

his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )

"... but are they always this rambunctious?"