#oc: spine

[nekrosmos]

Can't be a dark urge if you ain't cute

[ark-fork]

[dimorphodon-x]

Little communications

[ghouljams]

Happy no more ban!!!! Fae!König and Liebling's first time having sex is here. I've been sitting on it for a while because I didn't know how to do it other than just jumping right in.

We all remember how König got in trouble for biting? Well... here's the biting.

You can't look at him like this. You think that might be for the best. You press your face further into your pillow, whining as his hand splays across your back pushing your shoulders firmly against the mattress. It's huge, he’s huge, as he grinds his cock into you, your hips held aloft by another huge hand. His fingers press into your skin, pumping you full of his magic, keeping you pliant and relaxed for him.

His cock stretches you impossibly, filling you fuller than you have ever been. He is monstrous, carving out space for himself where you didn’t think there was any. You clench around him, enjoying the indulgent way he drags his cock out of you. Slow and purposeful, letting you feel every inch just so he can slam it back in. You can feel him in the air, vibrating with excitement, filing your senses with him.

You peek at him over your shoulder, at the giant that hovers over you, around you, thrusts inside of you. He is awful in a biblical sense. Bigger than you can fathom, and hunched against your ceiling, his long limbs at odd angles to keep him close to you, he wasn’t this big when you started. You turn back to your pillow, burying the memory of his spines somewhere that doesn’t have him groaning at how wet it makes you.

“Do I scare you, liebling?” He asks, misreading your whimpering. You nod into your pillow and he hums. “Es tut mir leid, Liebling, lass es mich reparieren,” His voice whispers in your ear, you don’t understand it but it’s comforting.

You feel him butt his head against yours and your thoughts are filled with him. Filled with you, his adoration echoing through your mind, bouncing praise against your skin with each bruising thrust of his thick cock. As if he could fuck your brains out any better. You can feel yourself clench around him your gooey walls trying to hold onto his cock, just as you can feel him hit that lovely spongy spot that makes your toes curl and your hips buck.

Pretty, he repeats it over and over, mine to keep, mine to love, my pretty, pretty, pretty.

His fingers stroke over your stomach, pressing against the bulge of his cock. You keen against the pillow, feeling his fingers and his cock and you cunt and every little sensation that he can pump you full of sparking up your spine. The tips of his claws just kiss your skin as you shudder and try to push back against him for more.

“You’re taking me so well,” he tells you aloud, as his thoughts echo the sentiment, “made for me, gemacht für mich, meine liegender kleiner Schatz.”

You're starting to think he might be right. Your skin buzzing with his magic, making you sensitive to each brush of his fingers as he drags them over your stomach and circles your clit. Heat licking hot in your veins as his tongue rolls over your shoulder. You sink your teeth into your pillow, brows drawing together as you try to keep yourself from begging. He's holding his cock still in you, cockwarming himself as his fingers trace maddeningly over your clit. He's waiting, you don't know what he's waiting for.

For you, you think, for you to ask for him. You're wound so tight, just clenching desperately around him, trying to entice him to fucking move already. Doesn't he know? Do you have to say it?

"Sag, dass du mich willst, Liebling." He breathes, "Sag, du willst meinen Schwanz mehr als das Blut in deinen Adern." You whine and his claws dig into your skin, as he growls, "Say it."

"Please König, please," you shake just at the edge of not enough, "I want you, want your cock more than blood, more than any-" you squeak as his teeth sink into your shoulder, your skin hardly puts up a fight before letting him through, but you barely notice the pain past the snap of his hips. Your eyes roll back, the short desperate thrusts pushing you over the edge. He growls at the taste of your blood, teeth held firm as you gush around his cock. The tip of his cock slams against your cervix, every thick splitting inch of him dragging inside your squishy cunt. The sound of it wet and pornographic as the moan it forces out of you.

You are made for him, you want to be made for him. You think that should be enough. It feels like enough when you can clench on his cock and feel every vein, as he fucks you through orgasm. He presses firmly into your fluttering cunt, and you feel the heat of his cum fill you. Should you be worried about that? He gives a shallow thrust, releases another thick spurt into you, and you don't care. God you really do not care.

König's tongue collects the blood spilling from his bite, you can hear his voice in your head. "Good girl," you press back against him, sensitive but still wanting, "we'll keep going until you're full, until you're mine inside and out."

[webcxre]

kinitopet oc based on my newfound hatred of pelicans

[dragonskulls]

a little design idea i had for a swamp/coast hybrid based off colorful fishing lures and the Nomeus gronovii fish. Still unsure on name but i know for sure they love fishing. Some stuff:

has an annoying amount of retractable venomous barbs (see: tail, spine, and fins)

got the trademark bright markings of swamp lurkers, including the iconic false eye in the wing, however she can't "color change" them like full lurkers do

his harpoon tongue is coated in venom that strangely enough seems to attract and lull fish, and resembles a hook more than a spear, as do the sickle index claws

the minis

[kazuaru]

Just an android assassin & their dilf handler.

[retr0scum]

Epic crash oc *flaps eyelashes*

[shadows-coffeebeans]

Has Starlight committed any crimes yet?

... no

Starlight masterpost

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Help I'm dummy old and the crack of my bones keeps alerting the Shambles!

[hoaxghost]

Wav do you cry because of how you feel, or is that just something that happens?

She's a bit of a big crybaby...

[nekrosmos]

Finally managed to draw Spine, my evil Dark Urge Monk/Barbarian (He/They). Might backstab everyone and rule the world by Gortash's side ✌️​

[skullzy20]

Updated Dimmet ref! I never posted their original one, but it was made over a year ago so

Unclothed version/Marking placement under cut (nudity warning ofc, but nothing explicit)

[hiemaldesirae]

doodles

[ghouljams]

Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons. 

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

[lethalcontracts]

Pallidus. aka White-Spine is the bracken equiv of a labrat, born and raised in a fully controlled environment and often tested on by scientists. Eventually he was able to escape confinement during a shipment exchange on a now abandoned moon.