World Eater

Indie Monster OC Multiverse & Multiship Friendly Written by Jumbo

[ferinr]

every day i pray for new yyh merch or literally anything yyh related

[pitchcanker]

RABID DOGS GET PUT DOWN

[ferinr]

@vancreux liked for a starter! ( Mydei )

"I'm tryin' to eat." Is the only words that come out of their mouth before they continue to try and enjoy their meal. Try would be the key word. But the intensity of the man's stare was making it hard to enjoy their food. They sigh before letting the bone drop to their plate, their fingers stained with the sauce from the meat, finally turning over their shoulder to look at the man that had disturbed their peace.

"What do you want?"

[ferinr]

I wont be able to work on these till tomorrow, but perhaps give this post a little like for a starter? multi's specify!

[aedearly]

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[ferinr]

oops sorry for disappearing, lifes been crazy hectic with new job taking up most of my free time 😭

[invre]

Biscuit. A shepherd, of some kind ? It's quite the unassuming name, for a cursed beastman. He thinks briefly of Lycion, but also notes that their circumstances differ; his crime, for which he had been sentenced to life, had been the intentional alteration of his form using ancient magic. A bloodline curse is inherited. So what does it do to her ? What form does she take ? His gaze lingers out on the sheep. Coyote ? Dog ? Wolf ? Fox ... ? Are the flock her companions, or comestibles ?

" Mithrun, " he answers. It feels unnecessary to share his full title in such an informal situation, especially as he is simply intending to pass through after she eats. He doubts she's even particularly interested. But, he then realises that it might be in his own best interests; he'd like to know more about this bloodline curse she bears, and the volunteering of information is usually mutual. " of the house of Kerensil. I am not a local. "

She probably knows that, although he can't be sure ; maybe the villagers are all elves, themselves, or maybe she was chased off in fear a long time before she'd ever have met the townsfolk. After all, aside from those with a morbid curiosity to watch these accursed destroy one another in arenas, they are often feared. Reviled. And, judging by how she had reacted when he first arrived...

" ...What do you do out here ? Are you a shepherd ? "

[ferinr]

"Mn.." He would be right to assume they wouldn't know who he was, but there was bound to be someone who knew him in the village. It was a mix of races but mostly populated by elves whose sole purpose was to monitor the outskirts of her territory. "I can tell you're not a local.... You smell different from the people in town.... And the smell of magic is heavy on you." They sit at the edge of the kitchen. Their back shown to him large and imposing as shoulders and head bob as she tears into the outer shell. Fur, skin, bone, all was devoured in the name of the ever growing hunger that cursed her very blood.

"Someone there will probably know you and point you in the right direction home..." They speak up as their form slowly shifts, shrinking as the more monstrous features fade into the tall human form he saw in the beginning. "I keep this land and care for the sheep. Their presence lessens the curse." Or it used to "When I am with them, the pains of the curse are bearable. So I care for them, keeping them safe and fed. When their wool gets too big I cut em and sell it to the tailor in the village, and when they get old and die I would give it to them... But I didn't like how waste the remains so I stopped." So they would leave their bodies in the woods for the prowling beasts to prey upon, knowing nature would not let their service in life go to waste in death.

"Where were you before you got here?" They ask, lifting their head over their shoulder to reveal their face, it was bloody and messy, half of their face still morphed into a dog like beast with black lips and snarling teeth. It was like watching water ripple with how fluidly their body shifts between man and beast, they didn't even seem to be aware of their own garish appearance. "The smells you have... There's so many I can't tell which is yours, but they're interesting."

[invre]

Apparently she hadn't heard him or she's choosing to ignore him; really, it matters little. He follows after her, for lack of anything better to do ( and what he assumes is an invitation ) — and at her question, he just shrugs.

" No, " he answers, looking around as they step inside. She leaves a trail, but clearly she doesn't care. Mithrun steps in as well, and deigns to leave his shoes on, if her floor is already muddied.

He really has no desire to follow her, nor does he really care about dead animals. It's all the same to him. He just stands by the door and looks around with relative disinterest. What he is doing is making notes of his surroundings: a floor she, apparently, doesn't care about. A large plot of land, sheep, forests and a village nearby — which she seems removed from, to a degree. She, herself, had seemed borderline hostile upon his arrival. Or, perhaps cautious was a better word. She seems much more amiable now. Mithrun can't place her age, but she's tall ( very tall ). Is she a hunter ?

He turns to look back out towards the sheep. Are they her only companions... ?

" Who are you ? "

[ferinr]

The inside of the cabin is very much lived in. Baskets of wool sit in the living room in varying states. Some were already wound up into balls of yarn, a few were still set up to be carded and smoothed out, and many were still bright puffy balls of fluff freshly shorn. All wooden furniture was hand carven with filigree and and wolves etched into nearly everything. Despite the owner's messy entry the rest of the house was cared for.

Her ears perk up when he spoke, snapping her out of her ravenous snacking for a moment. "Oh, It's Biscuit." She answers before reaching over to tear another piece off of the dead dear only to find she had already emptied it. Without even realizing they had hallowed out the carcass in only a manner of seconds. And yet that hunger continued to persist.

"I'm a cursed beastman." It was best to be honest now rather than try and explain when she turned into a monstrous wolf. And the villagers..... While there was a tenuous agreement between herself and them, she knew she wasn't welcome there. " 'S a bloodline curse.... Not contagious or nothin'...... What's your name?"

[ferinr]

biscuit will never give normal people kisses unless her partner says they want them. Otherwise its full on slobbery dog kisses where a giant monster tongue smothers your face and leaves you soaked.

[ferinr]

its been a while so like this post for a little starter!

[ferinr]

@unionized-shopkeep asked: what's that? it's hideous.

PROMPTS FROM SHREK || Open

"It's cause it's not done yet," She huffs as she stashes away her poor attempt at felt making with a low grumble of, " 'Supposed to be a cow...."

[ferinr]

i know demons are effectively immortal in dm but what if biscuit's ancestors found a way to seal a demon inside of a person in order to keep them from hurting anyone else while also trying to harness the power. However it ended up turning into a curse for the bloodline to consume the bearer with an ever growing hunger that can never truly be sated. she is the last remaining member of her bloodline and bears the curse in isolation as much as she can.

she could be involved post canon, or during canon where she's either lured in by the dungeon itself or is captured and kept as an 'exotic pet' by an adventuring party that she later killed and ate when she got a chance to escape.

[thedragonsprompts]

various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2

part 2 of an assortment of quotes and sayings i've found doom scrolling through pinterest that i think an adventuring party would say during their never ending perilous adventures . please do not copy/repost or add to this list, thank you!

Affectionate ❛ i am in love with an idiot ❜ ❛ i’d be his if he asked  ❜ ❛ even your rage is beautiful  ❜ ❛ there’s still good in you  ❜ ❛ my darling, you will never be unloved by me ❜ ❛ you are too well tangled in my soul  ❜

Questions ❛ are you a monster or a victim?  ❜ ❛ can anyone betray anyone?  ❜ ❛ who in the fuck authorized this?  ❜ ❛ where do you purchase your audacity from? ❜ ❛ why is everyone in this kingdom so gods damned stupid?  ❜ ❛ if you don’t terrify people a little bit, then what’s the point? ❜

Banter ❛ people can do worse things than kill you  ❜ ❛ gods help anyone who dares to disrespect me/you  ❜ ❛ magic always comes with a price  ❜ ❛ the gods love to fuck with us  ❜ ❛ i’ve got a spell for that  ❜ ❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well  ❜

Tragedy ❛ anyone can betray anyone ❜ ❛ not all of us are going to make it out alive ❜ ❛ i was once a child with innocent eyes ❜ ❛ i remember all of them ❜ ❛ i’ve been having a bad day for the past several years ❜ ❛ a golden cage is still just a cage ❜

Fierce ❛ what i did, i did for us ❜ ❛ if they touch you, i’ll break their necks ❜ ❛ it appears that you have mistaken my dislike of causing harm as an inability to do so. ❜ ❛ you are divine violence ❜ ❛ burn it all. ❜ ❛ i am so much more than you told me i was ❜

Antagonistic ❛ lets cause a little trouble ❜ ❛ i think you’re caught between who you are and who you want to be ❜ ❛ tell me what it’s like to conquer  ❜ ❛ you’re a little tragedy, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ disrespectfully, i decline  ❜ ❛ with all due respect, which is none- ❜

Neutral ❛ there’s bravery in being soft ❜ ❛ the trees told me about you ❜ ❛ i do not care for your god. ❜ ❛ if i can still breathe, i’m fine ❜ ❛ i’m nice as fuck. ❜

Comedic Relief ❛ do you mean to give me another one of your stoic nod? ❜ ❛ if you don’t want a sarcastic answer, don’t ask stupid questions ❜ ❛ i’ll get over it. i just need to be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ what’s your favorite pastime? mine is reckless behavior ❜ ❛ i’m definitely the nicest asshole you could ever hope to meet ❜ ❛ i wanna contribute to the chaos ❜ ❛ we can’t giggle, we’re at a crime scene! ❜ ❛ the nonsense has escalated ❜ ❛ go stand over there. your existence is giving me a headache ❜ ❛ being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ❜

BONUS FROM THE HERO TO THE VILLAIN ❛ you took everything from me ❜ ❛ haven’t you taken enough from me? ❜ ❛ go ahead. underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜ ❛ touch me and you’ll burn ❜ ❛ the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated ❜ FROM THE VILLAIN TO THE HERO ❛ don’t bleed on my floors ❜ ❛ people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice ❜ ❛ i am the child/daughter/son of a king who forgot my name ❜ ❛ i am the end of all things; i have drunk the blood of kings. ❜ ❛ congratulations, you have survived! ❜

[invre]

Mithrun's demeanour is completely impassive, even as the flock scatters and she wrinkles her nose. He pays no mind to the lamb that lingers, deciding that she is likely more of a concern at present. She hadn't seem impressed upon discovering him.

" Mm, " He answers, following her finger towards the trees, and furrowing his brow. A long walk that Mithrun is not prepared for; he doesn't have rations or a bedroll with him, as this was never intended to be such an excursion. Does he have the mana to teleport there ? He can't tell. Even if he does, he doesn't know the town. It's too risky.

" I'm not hungry. But... an escort would be helpful. " So she is familiar with the area beyond 'her land'. Good to know; she can be of use.

[ferinr]

"Mn... I'm making stew. You should eat when it's done." They insist, not really giving him a chance to decline again as she turns to head towards the cabin she called her home. The lamb trots after their shepherd with a happy baa'.

"Go with the others, its time to rest.." She spoke softly to the lamb with a gentle headpat, in turn the lamb butted her leg before trotting off to the rest of the flock who were already heading back to the barn to lay down and rest for the evening. "Do you have any foods you don't like?" They ask as they step inside, muddy bare feet leaving a trail across the wooden floor, leaving the door open to the stranger to enter.

"The meat is deer." She shouts as she leaves him to the kitchen where she had been initially working on dinner, a giant pot had already been prepared with all of the veggies and broth and all that was left was meat. The deer she had slain this morning had already been ripped into, guts and gore separated from the meat to be used. "It's ugly in here, don't come in if dead animals make you uncomfortable." She warns the stranger, more so that she can snack on the remains that couldn't go into the stew. A morphed claw was already subconsciously digging into the remains to eat as she lit the flame to start the boil.

[ferinr]

im gonna have to start making a dun/geon me/shi verse biscuit fits too well not to be inserted

[invre]

It had been... accidental. Mithrun has had his fair share of accidents — some benign, some very far from benign. Telrportation is a very dangerous magic to wield, combined with a poor sense of direction and a lack of one eye...

He stands in the middle of her field, looking intently at the small one hopping about. He makes no effort to pull his clothes free of hungry jaws. It looks like...

" Accident. " He answers, simply, and he raises his head to look up at her. " I missed my target when teleporting, and I don't know where I am. Enlighten me ? "

[ferinr]

Her nose scrunches up at his question. Didn't she just say he was on her land? If he came from the nearby town he must at least know that, but he did mention about teleporting... Was such a thing even possible? But he didn't seem to be lying, and the fact the flock were at ease in this strangers presence left her to believe he wasn't an immediate threat. The flock more or less have scattered by now but one of the young lamb's remained, bleating and tail wagging as it gentle buts his calf for attention.

"I don't really know...." She ends up admitting with a slight purse in her lips. "But there's a village past the woods that surround my land," She points in direction. "It's a long walk." And he had tiny legs, it would take him a while to reach it. Maybe a day or two? Though if she took him it would be only a couple of hours and he would probably get lost if he went by himself. But it was already nearing evening and she had yet to get started on dinner.

"You eat..?" She had meant to ask if he ate already but she wasn't used to holding a conversation this long. "Dinner is soon, I can take you to the village after eating."

[stabbyresources]

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