#tentacle adventure au

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Fucked Stupid 7A: All of Pyrrha’s martial prowess is wasted as she finds herself helplessly dominated by her mind flayer opponent and his intent on making her his…

...why had she come into this cavern, again? Pyrrha's mind swirled as she tried to find the answer, to remember what it was. She'd come here with a purpose—on a mission, and not a peaceful one, either. Why else would she have brought her warspear and armor along with her? Even if she didn't have them on her, she had still brought them along...but why did she...

You needed to protect yourself~ on your way to me~

Pyrrha jerked as she felt something thrust hard into her, and she groaned as the words tumbled through her mind. Was...was that it? Her green eyes rolled in her skull a bit as she tried to remember—her hands grasping at the firm rocks and roots that ran along the cavern wall she was pressed up against, struggling to hold herself together. That...didn't feel right...

But it is right~ the voice replied, and she felt the thrusting plow even harder into her, and a firm smack suddenly as a hand came down to smack across her clit and hold her down. You came to join me, but these caverns are dangerous, so you brought your protection to keep yourself safe~ now that you're here, you won't need them again~

The former arena champion arched and groaned, a hand leaving the handhold she'd been gripping to instead latch her hand around the wrist of the one at her mound. Yes...yes, now...now it was making sense...she groaned again, her eyes still rolling a bit in her skull, before lifting up to focus on the being that was plowing into her. This...this was what she'd come here for...for him...

The tentacled visage of the illithid looming over her seemed to curl in and twisk in what she could only assume was a grin of approval, and she felt the being's powerful hips buck even harder into hers, the wet clap of flesh on flesh resounding through the darkened cavern. That's right, my dear~ you made it here, safe and sound~ and you'll never have to worry about anything else, ever again~

Pyrrha shuddered at his tone, but knew in her heart he spoke true—her lips parting in only the barest of moans as she watched his tentacled visage loom slowly closer and closer to her, the tendrils starting to swirl and surround her, and pull her into a blissful embrace.

[iexistyippee]

All my Blender renders so far

[thedragonagelesbian]

hmmmmmm

[kisakis-boyfriend]

How about headcanons for Camboy AU Freminet who uses his helmet to hide his identity? What’s his online niche? Does he do private shows?? Is his username penguin related???

Pairings: None

Warnings: Sub/bottom!Freminet, adult Freminet, pillow humping, sex toys, overstimulation, camboy AU

I am unfamiliar with French unfortunately, but I came up with pingouindoré69 as a username :)

Lyney was the one to suggest tacking on the '69' at the end 😅

His niche is definitely oceanic themed sets/roleplays. Freminet has a small room reserved just for his cam shows, painted blue with minimal furniture so that he can easily set up props and backgrounds

I definitely think he'd want his shows to be incredibly immersive when he does roleplays and such

His roleplays are scenarios such as: A diver getting fucked by tentacle monsters. An unsuspecting adventurer being ravaged by all sorts of monsters and creatures; depending on which dildo Freminet or the viewers choose~

Freminet is also well known for using all sorts of strangely shaped dildos (dragon dicks, horse dicks, lawachurl dicks, toys with knots at the base, toys with varying textures such as bumps and ridges, all different sizes 'n colours)

Owns a whole collection of tentacle dildos (that both Freminet himself and his audience fucking adore~)

The thin pink tip slides up into the young boy's hole as he slowly lowers himself onto the toy. It's a perfect replica of a classic tentacle; reddish-pink and covered in suckers from top to bottom. If the slutty moans pouring from the boy's mouth mean anything, they must indicate that those suckers feel heavenly as each and every one drags against his walls while he inserts the length

He carefully bounces on the tentacle, working it deeper inside with every downward thrust. The inside of his helmet grew steamier as the show went on, bringing an uncomfortable film of moisture to his milky skin. After a few minutes, the thick base of the tentacle pressed against the boy's ass cheeks — the entire length of the toy filled him up and made a slight bulge in his little tummy. A sight that the viewers thoroughly enjoyed~

The boy's cock bobbed with each thrust, begging to be touched and release all of that sticky cum trapped inside. Alas, our camboy's generous viewers had donated enough mora to already meet tonight's special punishment goal — 50,000 mora for the little diver to ignore his dick, forbidden from touching it even once. And he was a very good boy, so he torturously obeys the goal, crying inside of his helmet throughout every anal-only orgasm

—

Private shows are few and far between. Mainly reserved for special occasions, and even then the cost is rather steep. Freminet is just too shy to do one-on-one sessions often...but when they do occur? Ooohh baby–

The lucky viewer can request just about anything from him. Freminet won't remove his helmet and he sticks to his hard no's, but as long as your request is within his boundaries and capabilities, it's all fair game

They can bring out this boy's inner slut easily; making him degrade himself for their amusement. They can request that he use any number of the toys from his vast collection too

Make him stuff two monster dildos deep within his hole? Ask him to creampie himself with a fake cum pump inside of a massive tentacle toy? Request that he pinch his cute nipples and call himself “Daddy's little slut”?

Yep, Freminet will do it all~ If the viewer is kind enough to spend their mora on this private time with him, then they deserve a real treat!!

The viewers also fawn over his voice often. The echo from his helmet amplifies the abundance of whines, moans, and pleas that fall from his lips. His loyal viewers eat that up every time 💙

Freminet streams himself humping a pillow a couple times. Those shows quickly skyrocket in views, becoming some of his most popular streams

“Oh- oh gods...wa-wanna cum—!! ” The eager boy moans, thrusting wildly against his fluffy pillow. His head hangs low as overstimulation begins to kick in. Every 5,000 mora adds five more minutes to his humping session; every individual 10,000 mora donation delays his orgasm for just as long

Larger incremental donations mean that Freminet might do something such as calling himself a filthy whore (or whatever the viewer wants if they donate enough to add their own message), playing with his chest, or placing a vibrator underneath the pillowcase

Freminet's muscles ache as he's stuck grinding against the pillow for hours, his dick leaks clear precum everywhere. The fluid sticks to his lovely thighs with every drag against the pillow, and Freminet is left whining like an adorable whore the entire time

[ikilledmyhamster]

Okay listen, what I love about BTD kid au is that Strade, rire, & sano were friends ever since childhood. I mean it's adorable if you actually think about it 😂

I do have a headcannon story that I would like to tell you all so feel free to read this!

I still don't know how the three met, it's kind of like that one trio where they don't even know how they met each other in the first place so let's just go with that. But I'd figured it would go something like this.

Story: Strade was an only child and had no friends due to his behavior. He met sano when he was around probably 6-7 who was stuck in a pond with ropes around his tail (Sano). Strade upon seeing a young boy with a snake tail, was curious and decided to help him...but the two ended up in the rope and it took 2 hours for them to get themselves free. Strade and sano became friends after that and strade didn't even bother asking about why sano had a tail.

The next part is where the two met rire which is kind of in a weird way. Strade got home from his kindergarten and decided to play with sano as the two were close, sano has an idea to summon a demon, which wasn't normal for a child to say that but hey, he's a naga demon so what do you expect? Anyway, they summoned a demon and you might be asking how and why they did it. Well one; They were pretty dumb kids and also just curious, two; Sano found rire's 'symbol' online for odd reasons and decided to try it. They successfully summoned kid rire but...they interrupted his tea time which made the demon prince angry (Btw he's a prince because his family is still alive, so he ain't the demon king yet). After a full on rampage that goes on for about a few hours, they were able to come into an agreement to become friends.

Childhood Moments: Strade, Rire, & Sano would build their own treehouse in their old neighborhood where they used to live, and they would make the treehouse pretty big. Of course the three had their own rooms and storage for their own stuff, by this time strade had an old camcorder, so he used it to create videos and/or memories of their childhood.

The three would go on adventures and weird places or even terrifying ones. Strades parents never really paid any attention to him so they didn't care if he left the house. Strade likes to draw or doodle in his free time, so he draws a lot of art of him, rire and sano. Sano and strade likes to pull pranks on rire. For example one time, they did a water bucket challenge but instead of it being normal cold water, it was holy water which burned poor kid rire skin. Of course he was not happy, but don't worry...he got his revenge.

Another childhood memory is that the three would occasionally watch horror films like slasher films. Especially paranormal activity, every time there is a demon or spirit that is possessing a person, sano and strade were pretty much scared while rire happily watches the scene. BUTTTT, when it comes to the exorcist scenes...Rire would immediately hold his friends with his tentacles while hiding behind them😂😂 (inspo from the photo above)

Another time, sano and strade did a research and they read that in old Russian ancient times, there used to be a saying that brownies could scare off evil spirits or demons. And so...they tried it on rire, the results did not disappoint them. The moment they bought a brownie cake and placed it on the table in front of rire...the poor boy disappeared. Which confused the two at first, but then they realized it actually works! Rire would stay in hell until he knows for sure, that the brownies were gone.

Treehouse: The treehouse that they built in the forest is still there standing stable till this day, and that treehouse holds a lot of childhood memory. Strade Sano & Rire would often sleep in that treehouse as their comfort zone and also since it's the place they mostly hang out in. They carved their names on the treehouse door, something like this; "LR+SK+S" Which obviously means in order; "Lucien Rire+Sano Kojima+Strade". Of course soon strade had to move out of his old town and so did sano and rire. They left their old treehouse but kept their stuff there.

Present: Whenever Y/N is free they sometimes go to the Kojima brothers house just to hangout or sleep over. One day they stumbled upon an old photo of the main trio. Rire in the center, strade on his left side and sano on his right side. The photo looked like it was taken a few years back and Y/N was able to open the frame and found a note attached to the back of the photo which had coordinates, which if your guessing correctly; Leads to their old treehouse. Akira & Y/N visited that place and found the treehouse with all of their stuff still there in the same places where they left it. And if they went all the way to the back, they would find a wooden box container which is filled with many cassette tapes and writing of dates. Strade would record those childhood videos and put them on cassette tapes so there was a lot of them. Of course, Y/N & Akira ended up watching some of the videos in the end and didn't bother telling sano, strade, or rire.

Anyway that's pretty much my version of the BTD main trio kid AU. Let me now which one should I do next down below here ⬇️⬇️⬇️

(Btw, credits to the art above belongs to @darqx)

[animasola86]

Compact Masterlist

of my Sebastian Sallow Fiction

For more details on my writings (including summaries and tags), check out my original Fanfiction Masterlist!

Red links go to AO3, normal to tumblr.

All one-shots are available on tumblr and can be read independent from each other, but some belong to a series and if you like to read all of them combined, check the AO3 link!

(mc=she/her, reader=you, f=female, m=male, gn=gender neutral)

🌶️ = NSFW 🌸= SFW

On-going series:

A Blessing and a Curse (f!Ravenclaw mc) 🌸

The Darkness Within (f!Gryffindor mc + Tom Riddle) 🌶️

Throw me into the Tempest (f!Hufflepuff reader) 🌸

In Your Care (f!mc/modern AU) 🌶️

Completed One-Shots/Series:

The Ghost under the Table (f!reader) 🌶️

The Friendly Ghost

The Sweet Revenge

Ghosts on the Table (Part 1)

Ghosts on the Table (Part 2)

A Night in the Undercroft (f!mc) 🌶️

The Night (Part 1)

The Night (Part 2)

The Nightmare

The Day After 🌸

A Filthy Fantasy (f!reader) 🌶️

A Filthy Fantasy (Part 1)

A Filthy Fantasy (Part 2)

Aftercare 🌸

A Scholar and a Pervert (f!reader) 🌶️

A Scholar and a Pervert

The Magic Toy (Part 1)

The Magic Toy (Part 2)

The Horny Ghost (f!mc + Richard Jackdaw) 🌶️

You were made for me and only me (f!mc) 🌶️

It belongs to me

Mine!

Yours to take

Darling, put your seed in me! (f!reader) 🌶️

It is that time again, darling!

Come back to bed, baby!

A Special Kind of Bond (f!reader) 🌶️

A Special Bond

A Special Guest

A Special Roommate

A Special Need

A Special Night

A Special Kind of Liquid

Pleasant Dreams... and Tentacles (f!mc) 🌶️

Pleasant dreams... and tentacles

Nightmares... and helpful snakes

Lessons in Love-Making (f!reader) 🌶️

Pain Relief (f!reader) 🌶️

A Bloody Mess (f!reader) 🌶️

Avid Reader (f!mc) 🌶️

Take your Anger (m!reader) 🌶️ (and stick it where the sun don't shine)

Hands (f!reader) 🌶️

News travels fast in Hogwarts (f!reader + Aesop Sharp) 🌸

Just Breathe (gn!reader) 🌸

Just another adventure, right? (gn!reader/1st person POV) 🌸

[squad-724]

More mer batch au!

Wrecker meeting Tech!

AND THERE’S ANOTHER SNIPPET BY @clownery-and-fuckery

“You have to be gentle, Wrec'ika, he's a bit shy.”

Wrecker stared over the doc, hands clutching the water kissed boards to peer into the kiddie pool 99 had pulled to the edge for him to look at.

He lifted higher out of the water, the whale shark tail swishing happily, kicking up sprays of the salty sea as he spotted him.

99 said this was his brother. His very own, baby brother.

“He’s small,” He signed to his dad with honesty.

99 said when he had found him, he was very scared. He said Wrecker needed to be very gentle, because some bad men had him before 99 found him. Whatever that was meant to mean.

He- looked scared, his long, bright red tentacles coiling up unto his body as he tried to push away from the new face. Wrecker smiled, all teeth, trying to look friendly, purring and chirping high sounds as he did.

His small brother watched him, and he uncoiled just a little bit, not as scared as before. In fact, he looked… curious. Maybe even more so than Wrecker.

Still, the small boy looked to 99, who smiled happily and gestured towards Wrecker.

“His name is Tech, Wrec'ika,” 99 told him softly. “He's going to live with us, okay?”

Wrecker nodded. That was more than okay! He had his own brother- one he could play with under the water when 99 ran out of breath and had to swim up to the surface for air. They could go on so many adventures, have so much fun, they could—

“Wrec'ika?” 99's voice brought him back. He sounded happy. “I think Tech'ika wants to say hello.”

Wrecker blinked, and gasped, delighted to see his little brother had inched closer, now perched on the edge of the rubbery pool, watching him closer.

Wrecker let out a sound meaning a greeting, positively shaking with excitement. Tech might have not known any sign language, but he still introduced himself “Hi! I'm Wrecker,”

Tech blinked, slowly, and reached up. Wrecker stared at him, glancing to 99, who chuckled before sitting closer and mumbling so only his older kid heard him.

“I think he wants you to pick him up, Wrec'ika, would you like to?” 99 asked.

Wrecker made a soft sound of surprise, then happily reached, taking his brother into his arms and lifting him from the kiddie pool slowly.

He fretted only for a moment as the octopus mer got comfortable, squirming and giggling at the feeling of his suction cups latching around his stomach and shoulders to steady himself.

Wrecker watched his brother get attached properly. When he did, Tech looked at him, blinking slowly again. Then, the small boy made a happy, trilling sound, and he lifted his hands to examine Wrecker's face.

99 laughed softly as he watched the boys. Wrecker allowed Tech to pull at his lips, revealing his sharp teeth, and was careful not to allow the small boy to poke at the ends of them.

Tech let out a series of sounds- Wrecker only understood the intentions behind them, happy, and welcoming. He gripped onto the bigger mer tighter, and smiled wide as he explored.

Wrecker wrapped him into a hug, squeezing his little brother softly as he glanced to 99.

In his arms- Tech still felt very small. Maybe even smaller than he looked. 99 said he was scared- but that wasn't right. He shouldn't be scared, ever. Wrecker watched his new little brother carefully and puffed out his chest.

“I'm gonna watch him till he gets bigger,” He promised, signing both for himself and for 99. “And even after that. Because we're brothers now. He won't ever have to worry because I'm gonna take good care of him,”

Tech looked up at him, and tilted his head.

“I dunno if he gets that just yet, Wrec'ika, he's only young,” 99 told him softly. “But–”

“That's okay,” Wrecker nodded, his hand pumping together. “I can teach him!” He grinned.

Tech smiled at him, too, letting out another happy trill before he went back to his exploration. 99 laughed gently.

His attention wandered to the docks, to the sea he wouldn't touch yet, but that was okay. Wrecker would be there when he was ready, because that's what brothers did.

99 watched the two boys explore, with Tech pointing and making a demanding sound, and Wrecker swimming over to show the bot, explaining what he was looking at. He couldn't help the wide smile that spread, and he managed to snap a photo when they weren't looking.

99 let them play on the dock until the sun began to set.

I love these two so much <3

[kiyaar]

Possessed by Light: An AI Tony Exchange CREATOR REVEALS!

POSSESSED BY LIGHT: An AI (Steve)Tony Exchange has come to a close! Thank you to our creators, our cheerleaders, and our esteemed pinch hitter. Here is a masterlist of 13 delicious works (4 art, 9 fic) featuring our sad blue boy. This exchange was designed to generate more comics SteveTony works, so most works feature 616, but we do have 2 Noir works and 1 Ults work! We hope you enjoy this feast and please remember to show your chefs some love in the comments! Works under the cut:

art: Ballet Aérien by @oluka for @tinystark616

Tags: superior iron man, digital art Summary: SIM has taken an interest to AI Tony.

art: PbL: Dissonant Messages by @somekindofsheepl for @mserm

Tags: hydra steve rogers, hurt no comfort, tentacles, sharing a bed, these tags are a mess Summary: Tony has a little bit of a headache. Don't worry about it, everything is fine.

art: artificial intelligence out of time by kenobleeaaarrrgghh for @ayapandagirl

Tags: alternate universe, role reversal Summary: my fill for the AI tony exchange! for the prompt: [noir universe]'s version of AI tony

art: "Error 1610 File not Found" and "Wired to Obey"  by badworldgood for @somekindofsheepl

Tags: Possessive Steve Rogers, Creepy Victor von Doom, Victor von Doom Being an Asshole, Cancer, Angst, Fanart , Ultimates, 616 Summary: UltsTony saves himself from the brain cancer by becoming an AI...or so they think. File corruption becomes an issue / AI Tony ends up in a damaged Doombot. Doom may grow attached, Steve is not happy once he finds out.

fic: no happy endings by @mserm for @kiyaar (8.8k)

Tags: choose your own adventure, POV second person, unhappy ending, everything feels wrong and nobody is ok Summary: AI Tony's greatest fear is that he'll be replaced by flesh-and-blood Tony. What will he do to stop it? That's for you to decide.

fic: hold me (like it's the last time) by @tinystark616 for @ralsbecket (3.8k)

Tags: hydra steve rogers, pining, angst with a happy ending, getting together, fix it, I mean first I made it worse and then I fixed it, sad AI tony, alternate universe - canon divergence Summary: Hydra Cap attempts to convince AI Tony to stay with him with promises to make Tony real. Tony wants to be real, but he wants the real Steve back even more.

fic: You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living by @ayapandagirl for badworldgood (3.2k)

Tags: secret empire, existential crisis, transhumanism, artist steve rogers, modeling, timeline what timeline, AU - canon divergence Summary: AI Tony Stark struggles with identity and Steve offers a novel approach to the problem: modeling.

fic: Imagine Being Loved by Me by @ralsbecket for @rowantreeisme (2.5k)

Tags: established relationship, touch-starved, frottage, pining, references to depression, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, angst, hurt/comfort, ambiguous/open ending Summary: He lifts his hand, fingers hovering just over the slope of Tony’s nose and side of his cheek, blue light washing over it. There’s a hesitation there, in Steve’s eyes, as he inquires, “Can I touch you, or…?” Tony can guess what Steve doesn’t have the heart to finish: Can I touch you, or will I pass through you like you were nothing?

fic: body and mind and sun by @dirigibleplumbing for @oluka (5.2k)

Tags: secret empire, hydra steve rogers, AI tony stark, AU - canon divergence, transhumanism, body horror, body modification, angst, dark, forced intimacy, ambiguous/open ending Summary: Steve's engineering team insists that learning Stark's secrets is a waste of time. What can he offer Steve that they can't? Hydra has a spy in the resistance. They are on their way to completing the Cube. What more could he want?  He wants Tony.

fic: do iron men dream of warm flesh? by ves.larkinson for @dirigibleplumbing (21.1k)

Tags: Transhumanism, Comic Book Science, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel, action/adventure elements, Coming of Age as an AI, Attempt at Humor, Philosophy, Existentialism, Time bullets, Identity Disability (sort of), tony is de-coma'd just before steve is de-HYDRA'd, Queer Themes, Civil War, Amnesia, Guilt, Betrayal, Post-Marvel Comic Event: Dark Reign (2008), Post-Marvel Comic Event: Secret Empire (2017) Summary: The artificial intelligence called Tony Stark is in it way over his head. The “real” Tony Stark is isolating himself, trying to ignore his part in the Civil War and the Dark Reign that followed it; and Steve is falling into guilt over his part in the Secret Empire. Tony has no history, and his human counterpart has too much. Somewhere between them, there might be a way forwards—for all three of the men in this shitshow.

fic: fate, commitment by @rowantreeisme for kenobleeaaarrrgghh (40.5k)

Tags: Edwin Jarvis, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, World War II, Comic: Iron Man Noir (2010), Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Nazi Germany, Pre-Slash, Time Travel, Espionage, Canon-Typical Body Horror Summary: Cell fate commitment: the process through which a stem cell becomes committed to it's final state, and the means through which this is determined through genetics and molecular signalling.

fic: Similitude by @winnifredburkle for ves.larkinson (1.5k)

Tags: BDSM, armor kink, dubious consent, selfcest Summary: Tony gives AI Tony control of an Iron Man suit. For sex purposes. It doesn't quite go how he expected.

fic: Eidolon by @kiyaar for @starvels (22.9k)

Tags: established relationship, threesome - f/m/m, intellectual strap sucking, a dead celestial is sometimes a home, consent issues cockwarming, electroplay, secret empire, civil war II, canon compliant, angst, alcoholism, wistful flesh hunger, transhumanism, not-a-fixit, unfixit Summary: "What if we fucked," Carol says, "and we also fucked Steve." "I don't know if I can take that kind of rejection right now," Tony says.

You can view all of the works in the Ao3 collection here. You can join the endless AI Tony conversation in the 616 Steve/Tony discord here. And, as always - you can thank your creators by circulating their work and leaving comments and kudos on ao3!

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Slippery Sensations

Summary: As the tank of your party, you've fought plenty of slimes before, but this monster proves to have tricks hidden in his goop. Pairing: Han Jisung x afab!Reader Genre: Fantasy, Horror(?), Smut, One-Shot Tropes: slime monster!AU, adventurer!AU, knight!AU Word Count: 1.8K Contains: (pure filth tbh) slime play, taboo desires, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, tentacles, breath play, pet name once (my love), vibrations, nipple play/breast fondling, bondage (with slime), dacryphilia, clit play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), cum-eating (technically, absorbing) A/N: The plot of this was loosely based on a character in one of my favorite anime series, Darkness from Konosuba, who is a wonderful masochist, so take that as you will.

Another slow day for your guild, your party decides to grab a few quests and earn some extra money. Known as the team's tank, you offer to single-handedly take on the ever-present quest of fighting the lower-level monsters that consistently creep towards the city gates. Exiting the city, you feel confident in your abilities to fight a few magical animals or low-level slimes and other pests.

You quickly work through five swarms of oversized bugs, some wolves, and even a few rogue goblins. As the swarms get further from the city limits, you begin to fight against low-level archers and sorcerers. They manage a few hits on you while you make it into closer range, but you still best them without much issue. After finishing your tenth swarm, you expect to be finished with the quest, but you survey the nearby area in search of any stragglers hiding amongst the foliage.

Stepping into a particularly cold patch of forest, you find a stream that you don't remember being there a few days ago. You carefully follow it back to its source, only to find that it's not water at all, but rather some translucent slime trailing from a high-level slime monster. Before you can turn around and alert the guild, the monster catches sight of you.

With a quick curse under your breath, you prepare yourself for battle. You don't fear it, but you choose to follow your adventurer's instinct to always be ready for the worst. However, the slime monster simply looks at you in wonder, making you lower your sword. The blob of a monster begins rippling as it shifts, morphing itself into a form that resembles a human.

"What the-?"

"Would you not be more comfortable facing something similar to you? Should I shift into something else instead?"

Where you expected a voice of some sort of extreme, you find that the monster's voice is oddly... normal. It feels soft and flowy, but it also has a bit of bass that tingles your ears. If you didn't see a dangerous green monster of thick liquid in front of you, you would've pictured a handsome man based on voice.

"Based on your smile, I assume you to be accepting of this form. Shall we begin?"

"Begin? Begin what?"

On guard again, you raise your sword uselessly. The moment you settle into a battle position, you feel your feet engulfed by the cold, thick slime. You hate yourself for the fluttering in your stomach at the feeling, where any normal person would likely feel disgust or even fear.

"You followed my slick stream, did you not? Only those with a desire towards slimes can see those, my love. If you quit denying yourself the pleasures you yearn for, I can show you everything you've missed before."

Feeling the rough thumping in your chest as the slime submerges your ankles, your adventurer rules fade from memory as you let yourself become prey to the monster. Although you've had fleeting thoughts and occasional dreams of slime monsters in the past, you never once admitted them to a soul. But now, standing completely alone with one, you can deny your fantasies no longer.

As you relax slightly, you ask for something to refer to the monster as, mentioning that you can get quite noisy. Met with a hearty chuckle that you can feel on your skin through the liquid, you get a response that fills your core with warmth.

"Believe me, you won't be yelling much of anything when filled with me, but if you prefer a title, you can call me Han."

Swallowing back saliva, you breathe out his name in response to commit it to memory. Even without distinct features, you can feel the confidence radiating from him as you do so. He slides more slime up your figure, twisting around your left leg and rubbing up against your heat through your clothes and damaged armor. As the acidic slime breaks down the metallic armor and soaks through the cotton, you find your eyes falling shut as he moves the tentacles of goo up your torso. With the ever-flowing cold liquid against the warmest parts of your body, it feels like you're resting in a nice cold stream.

Wrapping himself around your chest, your nearby broken chestplate dissolves into him,opening your body to him more. Shortly after, you feel your silk shirt fall loose, bringing to mind the fact that its buttons were metal as well. He lets out a noise you can only relate to a cat's purr as he watches your clothes fall apart so easily for him. With the noise permeating his whole being, you feel the vibrations against your nipples and between your thighs. A mewl falls from your lips as your head tilts back in pleasure, but Han quickly silences you by slipping a thin stream of slime between your parted lips, opening them wider as he fills your mouth entirely.

Your eyes fly open as you adjust to the suddenlack of air, but you adjust wuickly by focusing on breathing through your nose. Only keeping your mouth about half full to limit your noises, he focuses back onto your chest. Binding your boobs tightly, he points your now-perky nipples towards the majority of his mass. Small finger-like strands reach from the binds to tease and pull at your nipples. Even when he pulls too far, the sting is soothed by the coolness surrounding them.

Noting your reactions to his actions, Han lifts your body and pushes your back against a nearby tree. Even the roughness of the bark scratching your skin is dulled by the cushion of the slime surrounding most of your body. Manipulating your body like his own personal toy, he lifts your arms above your head and spread your legs open wide. With slime covering your limbs, you struggle to move an inch, even simply as reactions to his probing of your body.

He moves closer, with what appears to be his head only about a breath's distance away. Pushing more slime into your mouth, he watches carefully, peering down your throat through the translucent green material. With the blockage of more of your airway, tears prick your eyes as you struggle to breathe. Although he lightens up after a few beats of your pounding heart, he keeps your mouth stretched wide.

Flattening himself to place his head level with your crotch, he roughly tears away the fabric hiding your entrance from him. Admiring it for a moment, you can imagine that he'd be licking his lips in anticipation if he had the ability. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks the longer he stares, only to be caught off guard when he shoves a thick tentacle of slime into your hole without warning.

Unlike the stretch of a human penis, Han stretches you until your body fights back. A sense of euphoria clouds your thoughts as he fills you perfectly. Solidifying his form slightly, he begins slowly moving the appendage back and forth. You feel your eyes roll back as the sensations overwhelm your whole body. You want to whine, to moan, to squirm about - you want to react so badly, but Han has you unable to do a thing. As he slowly works your body, you lose your mind trying but failing to grind faster.

He can feel your fight despite the lack of movement, so his voice vibrates against your body again, "Shh. Let me take care of you. I know it's slow, but we can't overwhelm your body right from the start. Not when there's so much time left in the day."

You taste the salt from his words on your tongue as your tears mix with his slime. With such a powerful, convincing voice, you can't help but relax your body and listen to his words, even despite such an intense urge for more. Fueled by your tears, the monster growls as he tries to restrict himself from ruining you too quickly.

Wihtin a half hour of mind-numbingly slow sex, he lets his feral urges win as he speeds up. The change in pace shocks your body back into wanting to react. Feeling this, he removes the slime from your mouth, wrapping it instead around your throat. Unable to connect your brain to your tongue, a series of unintelligable noises and curses leave your throat in a near whisper. The ocasional addition of his alias mixed into your mumbling invites him to pound harder, but instead of moving his appendage, he takes a different approach. Dropping your arms down to your side, he tightens his binds around your waist and begins bouncing your body up and down.

Although he made himself fill you perfectly, the sensations change now that your body moves instead of forcibly staying still. Adding to this, he envelopes your clit in another strand, letting the ever-flowing liquid massage your sensitive ball of nerves. The sensations overwhelm you, as it feels unlike anything you've had before. Far better than even the best human sex you've experienced, you find yourself falling victim to the addicting touch Han provides. As your body heats up and tenses, you feel yourself reaching your high. Silently urging you to orgasm, Han sucks up all of your juices as they flow out, enjoying the taste as it melts into him.

Coming down after orgasm doesn't last long, as Han tightens the bind around your neck and continues to bounce you on his slime cock. He removes the sensations from your clit to lessen the overstimulation, but refuses to stop after tasting your sweet orgasm. As the sun progresses its movement across the sky, you can't even think about anything, your mind fucked straight out of you.

Meanwhile, the rest of your party begin to worry about your extended absence. Everyone trusted that you'd be able to handle the creatures nearby, but now they're concerned for your safety. Suiting up in their heavy armor to make up for the lack of their tank, they venture outside the city to try and find you.

Sensing movement in the forest nearby, Han returns the pressure to your clit to bring you to your second intense orgasm. Slowing down as you ride through another high, he lays you down onto solid ground and asks you to come visit him again in the future. Catching your breath, you lie on the grass with your clothes soaked and falling apart, in a puddle of slime. You wipe the tears off of your cheeks before hearing a familiar voice calling out to you, followed by four pairs of feet rushing towards you.

Despite your blissed-out state, your team only notices your lack of armor, torn clothing, and red puffy eyes and assume you fought against a tough, high-level monster. Checking your limbs for injury and draping a cloak over your exposed body, they ignore your outrageous explanation about sex with a slime and carry you back into the city for a long rest.

Tags: @kwanisms @sanjoongie @kpop-stories-21 @mo0nbeams

[cod-z]

Every time I see or hear "Mermay AU 141"

| One-shots |

Ghost: I've got a special power, that I'm not afraid to use *is sitting on a rock, twirling a small water orb in the air*

Soap:Every waking hour, I discover something new *cannonballs into water, changing into a merman*

Price: So come on this is my adventure. This is my fantasy~ *is sitting on a throne with a trident, pretending to be King of the Ocean (he's not)*

Gaz: It's all about living in the ocean *does a loopy-loop as a merman* Being wild and free~! *twirls and spreads his arms while smiling*

141: 'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier~! *is swimming in a line of 4, doing a loop before swimming further* We're from the deep blue underworld~

Land or sea *Gaz does the little mermaid thing on the rock*

The world's my oyster *shows a oyster* I'm the pearl *Oyster opening revealing Ghost on his hide, batting his eyelashes*

No ordinary soldier~🌸

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Price: We gotta stick together *is invading eldritch Konig's tentacles while dragging Ghost, Gaz and Soap in his arms* 'Cause the best things come in three

Ghost: *is looking whimsical at the sunset horizon in his human form* I want it to last forever... *looks solemnly at the water's edge* All the magic and fun at sea...

Soap: So come on this is our adventure *is dragging Gaz in their merman form* There's no telling where we'll go~!

Gaz: But all I want is just to live amongst the h2o *swims further and hugs Soap*

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141: 'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier! *bird's eye view, all four of them swimming on the ocean floor* We're from the deep blue underworld

Land or sea *all of them hanging out at their base in human form*

We've got the power if we just believe *crossfading between mermen 141, Shepherd and Graves in a standoff (yes, like those scenes hero vs villain)*

'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier~! *is swimming in a line of 4, doing a loop before swimming further* We're from the deep blue underworld~

Land or sea *Gaz does the little mermaid thing on the rock*

The world's my oyster *shows a oyster* I'm the pearl *Oyster opening revealing Ghost on his hide, batting his eyelashes*

No ordinary soldier~🌸

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Ghost: Come along, it just gets better *gets body slammed into a bunch of coral*

Price: So much to do and just so little time *is hiding behind a ship being shot at*

Gaz: 'Cause it all depends on whether- *peaks from his cover to fire at the enemy*

Soap: -you want to leave the land above behind... *his shoulder is bleeding*

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141, tired as fuck: 'Cause we're no ordinary soldier *walking into their base groggily* We're from the deep blue underworld...

Land or Sea *plops down to rest*

We've got the power... *Soap realises in shock before standing up*

Soap: If we just believe... *goes to their secret water entrance hidden in the base, and jumps in*

Price, Ghost and Gaz: *confused* 'Cause we're no ordinary soldier *follows Soap as they all transform* We're from the deep blue underworld

Land or Sea *exits the tunnel and is now in the ocean following Soap*

Soap: The world's our oyster, we're the pearl *is still swimming (just keep swimming, just keep swimming)* No ordinary soldier~🌸

*Soap continues to swim with Price, Ghost and Gaz following behind till they reach clear waters.*

'Cause we're no ordinary soldiers, we're from the deep blue underworld

Land or sea *they all transform back into their human form as they reach an island*

We've got the power if I just believe

'Cause we're no ordinary soldiers, we're from the deep blue underworld *they all built a secret house on that island, just for themselves to escape their work*

Land or Sea *something washes up on their shore*

The world's our oyster *they walk towards it* we're the pearl *uncovers it and reveals a person, not human or like them but wore a weird attire*

No ordinary soldiers~🌸

[itsrainingbubbles]

The little mermaid au but not cauSE I CANT STICK TO THE FUCKIN PLOT

Anyways

Law is Ursula and Luffy is Ariel

Zoro is flounder cause he's enabling Luffy, Usopp is the bird I forgot the name of telling Luffy lies about the human world, and idk who Sebastian is but I'm leaning towards Nami who's trying to stop Luffy from doing dangerous things, or maybe Sanji now that I think about it

Luffy stumbles upon law while exploring and he just won't leave him alone and he thinks laws tentacles as so cool so hes always coming back

Luffy convinces law to give them both legs so they can explore on land together, law offers to just give luffy legs (anything to get Luffy to stop pestering him) but Luffy insisted until law broke and agreed

Anyways things happen blah blah blah fun adventure trying food and seeing stuff but the boat scene happens and they almost kiss but idk Zoro swims the wrong way and hits the boat by accident or something so the boat tilts and they fall in the water

They go back to the sea after that but now there's like this awkward air that hangs around them, mostly in laws side while he tries to figure out his feelings for luffy

[ghostalservice]

Tagged by @xoxoemynn and @spirker (and @soupbtch literally while I was writing this!!) to share my favorite fics I've written! What a lovely meme!!!

I have sixty OFMD fics published for a total of over 700k words in this fandom (with another 100k at least dropping for AUgust....) and if I listed every one I loved I would be here for hours SO. Let's do a few per category??

THE BIG BOYS

Wanna Fly Away, my collab with Petrichorca, is my most beloved work and the most complex, personal, and honest thing I've written. It's an alien!Stede AU based on the Animorphs universe, and it explores gender and identity and community and what we owe each other and ourselves and. I love it. 180k, E.

The Squssyverse, my collab with @zombee, is 70k of tentacles, worldbuilding, mythology, ocean shit and gender fuckery, and it's one of the richest worlds I've ever been a part of building. Also.... it's INCREDIBLY SEXY. 70k, E

2. THE WEIRD BOYS

I write a lot of monsterfucking and monsterloving because of queer reasons and also it's FUN and it's HOT, so. Here's my favorites of those!

The First Wave, my mer!Stede/Selkie!Ed collab with @nonplayer-character, is full of sweetness and weird bits and my favorite OC i have ever met! 10k, E

A Latent Spring, my tree!Ed collab with @swashbuckling-sweethearts, is weird and wonderful and about what it means to change and grow and also fuck a tree. THE ART IS SO GOOD AND THE MAGIC IS SO FUN. 31k, E

The Curse of Iphigenia, my giant sea god!Ed/mer!Stede fic, was written in 30 wild hours, many of which were at work, and is one of the silliest, most fun universes I've written and i LOVE IT. Featuring a really fun cameo, too. 8.5k, E

Come Hither Gleam is perhaps my most ridiculous fic—Yeti!Stede and Sandman!Ed who also happen to be X-Files style investigators. Also, there's sex pollen. Sort of. 6.7k, E

(if you like these, subscribe to me on ao3 because there is MORE COMING YOUR WAY FOR AU-GUST)

3. HUMAN AUS

Checking it Twice, my learn-to-fuck fic, is my most traditionally kinky fics. Sweet, hot, featuring a list and some lace. 14k, E

Mighty Real, my pride fic, is all about the many different ways pride hits—and how it can kind of hit in all of them at once. Also, dildo parachutes and dick bubble wrap. I contain multitudes. The sequel is also a HUGE FAVE OF MINE. 15.5k, E

Man is a Giddy Thing, a post-apocalyptic radio theatre AU, is one that I love and that some of my favorite people in this fandom say they love best of my work. It's a strange one, but I've very proud of it. 10k, E

4. MULTI-PERSON COLLABS

Choose Your Own Adventure: Reunion! was maybe the coolest project I've been part of in fandom, ever? over forty scenes, 17 authors, SO MANY ART PIECES, and over a hundred ways the story could go. If you haven't checked this out, DO IT. 44k, E

5. CANONVERSE

Take It Slow (Hold Me Close) is a sweet little coda to 2.05, and I think it's one of the best things I've written, actually? 1.6k, T

Um. That's like. only 18% of my fics. I tag @trans-top-stede @swashbuckling-sweethearts @thetardigrape @gaypiratebrainrot @morethanslightly @dracothelizard and @mxmollusca!

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (30 Aug 2024)

10 Easy Ways To Seduce Your Demon (15K; Rated T) by @waitingtobebroken

Oblivious Crowley is oblivious. After the Notpocalypse, Aziraphale becomes more touchy-feely, uses more endearments, and wants to spend more time with Crowley. What could it possibly mean? By the same author of the marvelous Kidnapping A Supreme Archangel For Fun And Profit series.

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what a way to make a living (5K; Rated T) by @areyougonnabe

Aziraphale convinces Crowley he needs something to do, so the demon starts driving for Uber. This is partly told from an outsider POV, and it's really sweet and cute. From the author of the hilarious, dearly departed and it's a new craze.

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Our World Will Change (Part 2 of One life, One love) (14K; Rated T) by @thinkinginscripts

Human AU. The sequel to One life, One love, where Aziraphale and Crowley are slaves who fall in love and plan their escape to freedom. I can't really give a plot for this one without spoiling the first story, but if you've read that one, you'll know what the story is about.

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And my addiction that started last week, a story I actually considered re-reading immediately after finishing both because of and in spite of the word count.

If He’s Your Cleric, Why Is He Putting Me In His Bag of Holding? (300K; Rated E) by @noodlefrog-omens

Human AU (sorta). That word count could've been twice as long, and I still wouldn't think this book had overstayed its welcome, because I absolutely loved every moment of this D&D-inspired story. Don't worry if you've never played a D&D game in your life; you don't need to know anything about it to follow along. Aziraphale is a cleric for an adventuring party that's been given the quest to go into a dungeon and collect a dragon egg from the deepest level. His party (Gabriel, Uriel, Michael, and Sandalphon) abandons him in the dungeon, leaving him at the mercy of the dungeon's denizens. (By the way, the absolute dumbest thing an adventuring group could ever do is abandon their healer, so you know the level of competence Aziraphale is working with here).

Unknown to Aziraphale, he's being stalked by a hungry mimic named Crowley. When he finds a gorgeous book on a shelf in the dungeon (mimics shapeshift into inanimate objects like treasure to ambush prey), he puts it in his magical bag of holding, unaware the book is a living creature. Aziraphale saves Crowley from suffocation in the nick of time, and the two quickly form a friendship as they go to look for Aziraphale's adventuring group, despite Crowley informing him that they deliberately abandoned him.

Both of these characters are wonderfully realized, and the parts of the story from Crowley's POV as he tries to figure out what he's feeling with Aziraphale are really well done and feel realistic. Crowley doesn't have the words to understand what is actually going on with his feelings toward the humanoid he adores but he knows he feels something, and Aziraphale doesn't think a being like Crowley would ever find a humanoid interesting romantically or sexually.

There are puzzles to solve, traps and monsters to avoid, and enemy adventurers to thwart, and there are two (well, really more than) particular standout side characters: Sister Mary, a nun for a Draconic Order that worships the dragon at the bottom of the dungeon, and a kobold clan that works for the dragon and keeps the dungeon properly stocked in deadly traps. All the kobolds are named Eric.

If you don't want to read any of the monsterfucking/tentacle porn, you can read the entire main plot without encountering anything more salacious than a few cheek kisses. Just stop reading after they leave the dungeon and know they'll go on to live happily ever after. Everything after that is them getting to know each other better without the constant fear of death, showing Crowley the surface world, and figuring out how their relationship is going to work. The porn loosely starts in chapter 31 (of 40) and truly starts in chapter 33.

I don't know if the author has any plans for future adventures with these two, but if he does, I know I'll be there to read them.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Hob Gadling lets his lover practice his needlework on him. He's also been shot three times, which is rather part of it, but a little bit less important at the moment than a creature with tentacles helpfully digging out the bullets and trying to sew him shut again.

Author: @moorishflower

Note from submitter: It's an fantastic Siren AU with intricately genius worldbuilding, character designs, and adventures. Start buy swimming in the sea, lets go swim in the stars. I simply can never get enough of this series. 

[ayan0thegl1tch]

[8]: Snow White's Wings

It’s a bird! No- it's a plane! No! It’s a-!

Y/N!?

WARNINGS: Bit of violence, suggestive content, (degradation, words taken out of context, submissive and flustered boys.) We love ourselves a dom reader.

[Open Info Blog?]

Yes ❤️ No

[Understood. Opening Info Blog…]

[Info Blog successfully opened. Welcome, REDACTED.]

[Type: Enemies to Lovers]

[Date finished: 7/26/2024]

[Total time: 5 hours]

[Is this a request?: No.]

[Words: 3,228]

[Closing Info Blog…]

The familiar sound of annoying ringing snapped you from chatting with your friend. You sighed as she folded her ears back and flicked her tail to and fro in frustration.

And just when you were beginning to get comfy.

Sadly, time doesn’t wait for anyone, and neither do attacks.

Yeah, you heard that right, attacks. Demon attacks, to be precise.

Of course, this was completely normal. There were many, many, many different groups of monsters and humans and in between that charged the holy gates, but there had been one specific bunch of skeletons that would come back again, and again, and again, and again no matter how much they were injured.

It was all fine and dandy until their assaults multiplied tenfold.

Not that it damaged this place at all, oh heavens(literally) no! They were the ones who would always leave battered and bruised and with broken parts of their body. It was just confusing as to why they did it.

Unfortunately for them, nobody in this place was that dumb and people quickly figured out what was happening. It was you. The strongest angel, second in command of the whole bright and beautiful city, capable of wiping out an AU in two flicks of your sword. All their increasing attacks had started after the very battle you had shown up for the first time in and beaten their non-existent asses back to hell. Literally.

Along with the looks they gave you, how their skulls seemed to almost light up in joy any time they could see your face, and even how their bodies would react in different ways.

For example, similarly to how a dog would wag its tail in joy, the ink-covered one’s tentacles would almost wriggle in happiness.

It was…strange how excited they always were, no matter what you did. (In fact, it seemed they all especially loved being degraded by you, based on the arousal you felt in the air each time. “Freaks.” you would scoff) To say the least, you were shocked at the news by the time word came around to you.

Rightfully so, you don’t exactly have what one would call a normal life.

Wake, stretch, warmups, patrol, break to eat, more patrolling, check up on the town, more patrolling, defending from demon attacks, even more patrolling, another small break,(usually for Holly) SO MUCH DAMN PATROLLING, tag out for the night, go to sleep.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. There was never any change. And while the quiet part of you was grateful for the predictable schedule, another side said “Fuck no! I want adventure!”

Thankfully for you,(or un-thankfully depending on how you look at it) fate said today wasn’t going to be normal as you got ready for battle.

You bid a sad farewell to your companion, who in return waved silently, watching you walk out the door.

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You were lost in your mind as you walked down the gleaming streets, purposefully ignoring the wide-eyed stares and whispering.

They weren’t saying bad things about you, nonono, quite the opposite, but it still annoyed you. You didn’t want to stick out so much as some almighty being. Why? Because you really weren’t. Yes you were powerful, there’s no denying that, and yes, you were constantly protecting the whole city, nothing in the way of that fact either, but that didn’t mean you were this “savior” or “hero” that everyone said you were.

(If your character isn’t usually humble, then voila, they are now, deal with it.)

You found yourself humming slightly while you strolled towards the entrance doors, hearing sounds of clanging and shouting outside. And with a bit of flourish, you slammed them open, eyes narrowed and teeth pulled into a scowl at the sight before you.

Blood-covered weapons clashed as their owners yelled profanities or mocking statements at each other, fluffy white and sleek black wings twisted and turned around in battle, it was chaos. Hm…chaos. You like that.

Should you let this go on a little longer?

You dismissed the idea, sliding your sword out from its hilt. The pure white metal shone in the sun’s rays, golden vines trailing up from the tip to the handle. You had used it since the day you first came to heaven, and yet it never seemed to rust or show obvious wear.

Your eyes glowed yellow momentarily, before with speed faster than most could comprehend, you struck the blade into the cloud.

It was as if the air itself shook from the impact, and a high-pitched screech rang out. You turned your head towards the sound to meet the sight of one of the skeleton demons, struggling to stay in the air.

A predatory grin stretched across your face, and you dashed at him. With a sharp gasp, he disappeared. Gone, just like that before you could hit him.

That's a shame, but you were going easy on them, after all.

Life can go in many different ways, unfolding paths from your decisions, rushing across the narrow and steep parts before falling back to an easy, smooth walk. There were endless possibilities for changes in the world, and so it never seemed to get boring.

And just like this very moment, every person was trekking the hike until their death, then going back and choosing a new, different trail to go down.

It was always amusing to play this game, no matter what seemed to happen. Sunny, joyful days of gratitude? Fun! Harsh and cold nights filled with loss and heartbreak? Fun! They were each unique in their own way.

Your eyes shined again in the void of your thoughts, and you spun around to block an attack from the enemy.

Your tone was laced with venom that rivaled the Black Widow’s as you spat at him, mocking his countless trivial pursuits.

“Where would you prefer your wounds this time, Nightmare?”

He trembled at your voice, turquoise spreading across his cheeks from your words before striking down again. You didn’t even move a centimeter, it was merely like a fly to you.

Of course, his comrades obviously weren’t going to just fly there and watch, and you had to quickly turn and defend yourself from each strike.

It wasn’t hard with your speed, but it was annoying.

You know what was even more annoying?

The townsfolk complaining about you not capturing the enemies yet.

They didn’t like that you were toying with them, wanting the whole ordeal to just be over with.

And so, finally having enough of it all, the thought crossed your mind to just capture them right here. So you did.

Their only warning was a grin, before you knocked out one, then two, then three, and so on in the course of seconds.

And as you finished with the last one, you quickly flapped your wings to carry you towards the shining, golden bell atop the double doors.

A loud “DONG” was sounded as you swung the rope, reverberating throughout the whole before a loud uproar could be heard, drowning the hunk of metal out.

Cheers resonated throughout the streets and people chanted “Down with the demonic! Down with the demonic!”, their white wings fluttering behind them in joy.

With a self-satisfied smile, you hauled them over your shoulder and flew down to the road, being surrounded by kids at the bottom.

You just laughed, answering their questions and statements before you had to go deposit the evil you carried down to the prison cells in the palace.

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It was dark. Dark and cold down here. The pitch blackness was frustrating, as you had to rely on your glowing eyes and stretching your arm out, feeling the rough wall, guiding you.

You could hear the quiet growling of the other prisoners, obviously directed towards you. You could hear them shuffling farther away from you behind the doors, as far as they could go. You could hear the slowly dripping water echoing throughout the stone labyrinth you stumbled through. You could hear the soft breathing of your latest captures, blissfully unaware of what was happening. You could hear the rustling of clothes as a demon couple embraced each other intimately.(Disgusting. Even others were repulsed.) You could hear your own heartbeat, thumping with a melody that could only be interpreted as “Why did we have to go down here again, Y/n? Can’t we just leave?”

But you had to push that aside to the back of your mind and advance towards the prison cell where they would be locked up for good.

Would they though? I think-

No.

Your teeth grit against each other in irritation, before your footsteps abruptly stopped.

Your chest rose and fell in time, before you urged your body to keep moving forward.

…

You didn’t move an inch, twitching being the only reaction of your body responding to the mind.

This was wrong. This was so damn wrong. Angels shouldn't act like this, this is cruel and horrible and inhumane and-

You were suddenly aware of the feeling of cold water sliding down your cheeks. Was that tears, or the roof? You couldn’t tell. Your mind was clouded, your body was shaking, your breathing was quickening by the second, and your legs struggled to keep you and the demons up.

You need to stop this. You need to turn back before it’s too late. You need to-

“Commander?”

whynowwhynowwhynowwhynow-

“Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright? You’re just…standing there.”

You turned to the soldier, facade put up once again, “Yes, just thinking about some things.”

He narrowed his eyes, “That’s the excuse almost everyone uses.”

A shadow cast over your face from those words and you growled at him, silently threatening his existence and reminding him to not step out of line, that you were the one in control, “You’re being a little nosey, don’t you think?”

He broke out into a cold sweat, fear flashing across his face, and looked down at the ground, “Sorry, ma'am.”

“Don’t do that again, you should know better than such bad manners,” you continued on, a bit of relief bubbling up inside your SOUL.

He stuttered on his words, beginning to tremble, “Y-yes ma'am.”

“Good,” and you turned back to the cell, placing the prisoners just inside and swinging the door closed. The metal screeched where it connected as you turned the key in the hole, and after withdrawing the thin piece of iron, it disappeared with only a few sparks of magic left behind.

The distinct thuds of your sandals making contact with the stairs traveled up with you, until you had shut the old wooden door behind you and headed towards your room.

Maybe, if you were lucky, Holly would still be there and you could k- talk more.

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You watched the light melt into the shadows, white steadily changing to the deepest black the further down you went.

The all too familiar sounds awaited you at the bottom of the steps, welcoming your descent into the darkness.

Your gray irises met with wide white eyelights, staring back at you from the void.

As you neared their cage containment, a voice spoke up, smooth but clear.

“So, you finally did it huh?,” you could hear the coy smile just from his tone. Killer always found some way to joke about anything, even if he was currently being held hostage and would most likely die down here.

You hummed, setting down multiple trays of food with your magic. The white glow around them faded, disintegrating back into nothing.

“Talk from the townsfolk was getting to be too much. How was your rest?”

One second, the plates were there, the next, they were inside the bars, and almost immediately each was snatched up by their respective owners.

“Rough. At least you didn’t flop us around like ragdolls,” he snarked back to you.

You didn’t give him a reaction, much to his disappointment, “You’re a strange one to be giving any sort of satisfaction to someone who captured you.”

A gleeful smile of mirth took over him, and for a moment you thought you could see his soul fizzle into a different shape before it went back to a normal target.

“Yup! We’re weird and we’re proud!”

“Correction: You’re proud.”

At this he turned back around to one of his companions.

“Aw, come on Dusty, don’t be so gloomy!”

“I’ll be gloomy all I want,” his mismatched eyelights scrunched up from the darkness of the hood he wore, “And you can’t stop me.”

Killer singsonged in retaliation, “You’re so sure about that Dustbun!~”

“Don’t call me that.”

♪“Dustbun, Dustbun, Dustbun, Dustbu-”♪

He narrowly avoided a punch to the skull, and the fist headed towards his direction slammed into the wall behind him. Dust recoiled with a hiss of pain and clutched his phalanges.

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer!”

“Killer, now is not the time to be making such crude jokes.”

“Aw come on boss, now you’re ganging up on me? Not fair!”

You watched the chaos unfold, which was, in summary, a lot of back and forth from the three, and Nightmare getting a bit out of control before you had to remind them that you were still here.

“QUIET!”

Immediately, they stopped, colored droplets sliding down their skulls.

Your pupils had changed to slits, much like a cat, unblinking as you stared them down.

Finally, you broke the tension, “You will be restrained if you keep this up.”

You heard a faint “Ooh, kinky…” and you snapped your head to look at him.

“If that’s what you want to think, so be it, but I will not indulge.”

Killer lowered his head under your intense gaze, the once cheeky grin now turned nervous.

“Uh, can we…can we at least know what to call you?” Cross stated timidly, finally voicing his thoughts.

Horror, sitting across from him, nodded at this.

You were hesitant. Why would they be asking you this, if not for ill intent? But eventually finally decided that it wouldn’t do much harm.

“Y/n.”

He just nodded, leaving the dungeon in silence. You sighed, before turning to leave, though you stopped when he voiced his thoughts again.

“Can…can you stay? For a bit? Please?”

You stifled a snicker at his comment. It was just pathetic.

“Why?”

…

The only kind of answer you recieved was a purple blush covering his cheeks.

You scoffed, turning away again and making your way up to the palace.

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That was how the days progressed. You would come down with their food, Cross would ask you to stay, you would ignore it or act like you didn’t hear it, and repeat.

Another walk down the staircase, balancing the dishes holding meats, vegetables, and fruits. It had been about a month since they first came here, and you decided that today, you would have pity on them. That is, if they asked again.

Normally, you would cook it yourself(they said it was really good, and you couldn’t be bothered to get worse meals for them) though this time, you added in a dessert, just because they were behaving nicely ever since you had yelled at them.

When you had finally reached the outside of their cell, an overly-exaggerated gasp was heard, most likely due to the sight of the trays floating in the air behind you.

“You got us cupcakes!?”

You didn’t answer but teleported the food once again to the middle of the chamber they stood/sat/laid in, where they were quickly snatched up.

“Man, you sure are treating us nicely for prisoners. Not that I’m complaining.”

You had learned to not give him a reaction, or else things would escalate, so you continued to stay quiet.

“Hello? Helloooooo?? Killer to Y/n???”

And…here comes the teasing.

“Hey, you there? You’ve been more quiet than Dusty recently! What’s gotcha upset?”

“Nothing. Just not encouraging your antics.”

“Party pooper…” the mumble was just barely audible, but you heard it.

You stood there in the silence, awkward, but peaceful nonetheless, waiting for them to finish.

They had sometimes tried to eat slower, just so you would stay longer. There wasn’t much you could do about that, unfortunately, except for just leaving the plates down here, and you didn’t want to risk having them break.

How long are you going to keep this up? You know you can't keep them in here forever. Eventually, the-

NO. NONONONO!

But it’s true! Stop trying to run away from the truth, because it’s never going to work. You’ll always be that little helpless, selfish, and disgusting child who nobody wanted to be born. You're-

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You only noticed your head had subconsciously sunk down into your neck a bit and lowered. It had apparently not gone unnoticed.

“Hey, you okay?”

You could hear an actual tinge of genuine concern in his tone, but you shook it off with a growl.

“I’m fine,” was your answer, dismissing the fact that you were sinking deeper and deeper into a hole.

He deadpanned at you, but stayed silent, and you once again ignored him. The knock on the steel door alerted you of his empty plate being thrust in your direction.

And as you started to walk away, you received the question you expected to hear.

“Y/n? Can you stay this time?”

You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave in. What was the harm in not leaving for a little more?

So you spun to face the cell, and stared back into the familiar white and red pinpricks of Cross. It was like you were searching for something in his sockets the longer you stayed like that, stock still and quiet as a mouse.

After a long while, you questioned him, “Why do you insist on asking me this everyday?”

Again, no response.

You heaved out a sigh, but complied and leaned against the wall, closing your eyes to let your mind loose to imagination.

You don’t know how long you stayed there until Cross spoke up again.

“I…I really don’t know, honestly. Ever since you had…well, first made an appearance, there was just…”

His voice lowered to a whisper on the last part and he looked at his hands, twisting his phalanges around each other in a show of nervous display.

“Call me crazy, but I felt a tug in my chest.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No I’m not, Killer is!”

“Hey, don’t bring me into this!”

“You asked for it.”

“Ugh, fine.”

You slid down to the floor, one leg curled up to your chest with your arm resting on it, while the other stuck out in the hallway, half turned to the left.

Your eyes were half-lidded as you thought about how miserable it must be in there, once again reminded of how horrible this was to do to anyone, no matter how evil they’ve been in the past.

You leaned your head back, letting it fall against the smooth rocks behind you. It was cold, grounding, reminding you that you weren’t there anymore.

You were here.

You were safe.

You weren’t alone.

Everything was going to be okay.

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(The French version is below)

I just realized something.

About Dreamtale. Why we're so touched by this AU, and by the twins.

I just understood why Nightmare is so popular, why he touches us, why he touches ME, even though he's NOT my favorite character compared to Dream, Ace or Error.

Because we identify with his problems?

Yes.

Because we sympathize with his backstory?

Certainly.

Because we love drama and tentacles?

... Meh, for sure.

Because Dreamtale brings an extremely interesting symbolic theme about feelings?

Indeed.

Because fandom has developed the story of the two siblings in all its forms, and we've been taken on board without really realizing it by the fan creations - comics, drawings, fan fiction - that we discover as we go along?

Absolutly.

But that doesn't explain the intensity of this emotional involvement. Why did Nightmare inspire me so much, and still do today? Because very often MAIS CHIOTTE DE SES MORTS QU'IL ME SAOULE BORDEL DE SCROGNEUGNEU?! (Untranslatable in English, sorry QwQ)

And then I realised.

"The two siblings"...

Doesn't this story remind you of another?

I don't know why, but I get the impression that NOBODY makes this obvious parallel. At least I've never seen any comparative fanart or people talking about it.

The majority of Dreamtale fans are first and foremost Undertale fans, who went through the Gameplay, Let's play's, etc. before discovering the AU's. The majority have played or watched the game and discovered the Lore. Listened to the OSTs. Enjoyed the characters.

The majority witnessed the magnificent end of the Pacifist Timeline and the ensuing burst of tears.

And who, for God's sake, has never been touched by Asriel's fate? This child who died far too soon, who never meant any harm to anyone, who died because of a bad decision, then was resurrected as a sadistic, soulless being incapable of love?

Don't you think Night looks a lot like him? And that Dream is a cross between Frisk and Chara?

Not in personality, nor necessarily in the story, but in the way they touche the audience through their shared destiny.

Two siblings who love each other dearly are brutally separated by a quarrel in which one loses his life, transformed into a powerful, emotionless demon. The other sleeps for years before waking up, lost and confused... Then they embark on an adventure with a guide, discover the world that has evolved without them, grow up, meet new people, help, save.

And this co-dependent relationship. The demon is still a child at heart. He wants to play with his sibling, even to the point of committing atrocious acts to make them stay with him, even if it means taking their soul and killing them a million times over. But nostalgia takes hold of him again. Deep in his overpowering heart, he feels all the souls of the world bound together, he feels determination of monsters and humans, the love they have for each other. It's all too much for him. He succumbs to his feelings and bursts into tears. He apologizes. The two siblings reconcile.

It's the kind of story we'd all like to give Dream and Nightmare, isn't it?

We want to save Night.

But like Asriel, it's impossible. We all know by now that Corrupted Nightmare isn't Night, don't we? It's a revelation that hits us when we search a bit on the creator's Tumblr after reading the Prologue. The story leaves us no choice: he died five hundred years ago, and that remains unchanging. There is no hope.

He has to go. Become corrupt again. He has to die again. Because that's how it must be.

Yeah yeah, we love Sans in Undertale, he's pretty cool and the Multiverse revolves around him. But as soon as we play the game, it's Asriel we're crying for. For good reason, Dreamtale, the story that most closely resembles his tragedy, is one of the most popular universes. Is that chance? Or have we all unconsciously drawn the parallel?

Now, when I listen Hopes and Dreams, Save the World, His Theme, one part of me thinks of Asriel and Chara, the other part thinks of Dream and Nightmare.

It was to save Asriel that fans started developing parallel universes. And it's to save Night that we're repeating the process.

It would have been a lot cooler to put Dream and Nightmare in Chara and Asriel's bodies, I think.

And the HELL you imagine CORRUPTED NIGHTMARE WITH THE APPEARANCE OF FULL-POWERED ASRIEL ????

Damn, I would have fan-girled instead of foe-girl on him I guess 🤔

Or for those who love big, ugly monsters, in PHOTOSHOP FLOWEY mode!

Delightfully nightmarish, I approve 👌✨!

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Je viens de comprendre un truc.

À propos de Dreamtale. Pourquoi on est autant touché par cet AU, et par les jumeaux.

Je viens de comprendre pourquoi Nightmare est aussi populaire, pourquoi il nous touche, pourquoi il ME touche alors que POURTANT, ce n'est pas mon personnage préféré comparé à Dream, Ace ou Error.

Parce qu'on s'identifie à ses problèmes ?

Oui.

Parce qu'on compatie à sa backstory ?

Certainement.

Parce qu'on aime le drama et les tentacules ?

...Meh, à coup sûr.

Parce que Dreamtale apporte une thématique symbolique extrêmement intéressante à propos des sentiments ?

Tout à fait.

Parce que le Fandom a développé l'histoire des deux frères sous toutes les formes et que nous avons été embarqués sans trop s'en rendre compte par les créations des fans, comics, dessins, fanfictions, que nous découvrons au fur et à mesure ?

Absolument.

Mais voilà, tout ça a le bénéfice de me convaincre, mais ça n'explique toujours pas l'intensité de cette implication émotionnelle. Pourquoi Nightmare m'a autant inspirée et m'inspire encore aujourd'hui ? Alors que très souvent MAIS CHIOTTE DE SES MORTS QU'IL ME SÂOULE BORDEL DE SCROGNEUHGNEUH ?!

Et c'est là que j'ai réalisé.

"Les deux frères"...

Cette histoire ne vous en rappelle-t-elle pas une autre ?

Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j'ai l'impression que PERSONNE ne fait ce parallèle pourtant évident. En tout cas je n'ai jamais vu de fanart comparatif ou de gens en parler.

La majorité des fans de Dreamtale est avant tout des fans d'Undertale, qui sont passés par le jeu travers le Gameplay, le Let's play, etc. avant de découvrir les AU's. La majorité a joué ou regardé le jeu et découvert le Lore. Écouté les OST. Apprécié les personnages.

La majorité a été témoin de la magnifique fin de la Timeline Pacifiste et de l'éclat de larmes qui en découle.

Et qui, bon sang mais qui, n'a jamais été touché par le destin d'Asriel ? Cet enfant mort bien trop tôt qui n'a jamais voulu de mal à personne, mort à cause d'une mauvaise décision, puis ressuscité en un être sadique et sans âme, incapable d'aimer ?

Vous ne trouvez pas que Night lui ressemble énormément ? Et que Dream serait le mélange de Frisk et de Chara ?

Pas dans la personnalité, ni dans l'histoire forcément, mais dans la manière dont il touche le public par leur destin commun.

Deux frères qui s'aiment énormément sont brutalement séparés par une dispute où l'un perd la vie, transformé en un démon surpuissant et dénué de sentiments. L'autre dort des années durant avant de se réveiller, perdu, confus... Puis il se lance à l'aventure en compagnie d'un guide, découvre le monde qui a évolué sans lui, grandit rencontre de nouvelles personnes, aide, sauve.

Et cette relation co-dépendante. Le démon est encore un enfant au fond de lui. Il veut jouer avec son frère, au point de commettre des actes atroces pour rester avec lui, même s'il doit s'emparer de son âme et le tuer un million de fois. Mais la nostalgie s'empare à nouveau de lui. Il sent au fond de son cœur trop puissant les âmes liées entres elles, il sent leur détermination, l'amour qu'ils ont les uns pour les autres. C'est beaucoup trop pour lui. Il succombe à ses sentiments et éclate en larmes. Il s'excuse. Les deux frères se réconcilient.

Belle histoire qu'on a tous envie de donner à Dream et Nightmare, pas vrai ?

On a envie de sauver Night.

Mais comme Asriel, c'est impossible. Nous savons tous à présent que Nightmare Corrompu n'est pas Night, n'est-ce pas ? C'est une révélation qui nous percute quand on cherche un peu sur le Tumblr de la créatrice après avoir lu le Prologue. L'histoire ne nous laisse aucun choix, il est mort il y a cinq-cents ans et cela reste immuable. Il n'y a aucun espoir.

Il doit s'en aller. Redevenir corrompu. Il doit mourir à nouveau. Parce que c'est comme ça que ça doit se passer.

Oui, on aime Sans dans Undertale, il est vachement cool et le Multivers tourne autour de lui. Mais dès qu'on joue au jeu, c'est pour Asriel qu'on pleure. Pour cause, Dreamtale, l'histoire qui ressemble le plus à sa tragédie, est l'un des univers des plus populaires. Un hasard ? Ou bien avons-nous tous fait inconsciemment le parallèle ?

Maintenant, quand j'écoute Hopes and Dreams, Save the World, His Theme, une part de moi pense à Asriel et Chara, l'autre part pense à Dream et Nightmare.

C'est pour sauver Asriel que les fans ont commencé à développer des univers parallèles. Et c'est pour sauver Night qu'on réitère le processus.

Ça aurait été vachement plus cool de mettre Dream et Nightmare dans des corps de Chara et Asriel je pense.

Et bordel vous imaginez NIGHTMARE CORROMPU AVEC LA FORME D'ASRIEL FULL-POWER ????

Ah bah j'aurais peut-être fan-girlé au lieu de foe-girler pour le coup 🤔

Ou pour ceux qui aiment les gros monstres pas beaux, en mode PHOTOSHOP FLOWEY !

Délicieusement cauchemardesque, j'approuve 👌✨!