#all fictional

[stagghost]

CW: Fauxc3st (not underage), Don’t like don’t read, all fictional

Son who’s going on his first date to the movies sitting on the couch with his dad, telling him that he’s scared that his crush won’t like him anymore because he doesn’t know how to kiss. He really doesn’t want to seem strange for never having made out with someone before… all of his friends have already done all of that stuff…

His dad offers to teach him, but that’s kinda weird, isn’t it? Sure, they kiss on the lips and maybe they still bathe or sleep together, but that’s all normal stuff. Making out with your dad?? Son doesn’t think that he’s supposed to do that with his daddy (even if maybe he wants to sometimes).

But his dad reassures him that it’s really just fine, he’s teaching him how to do things and that’s what dads do, they teach you things when you don’t know how to do them by yourself. Besides, it’s not like anyone has to know, it’ll just be our secret. And you trust dad so much, you wouldn’t want to have your first kiss be taken by some random boy who might not even really care about you! First times are supposed to be special, right? So, you give a little nod and a quiet, “okay, dad.”Dad says you’re good, you’ve always been his good little boy, always…

this feels a bit embarrassing? Awkward? You don’t really know why, dad said it’s all normal. You’re still tense and looking at your hands fidgeting in your lap, when dad places a warm hand on your back and leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You blush and turn your head to look at him, he tells you to just try and mimic what he’s doing and relax. You nod. He smiles warmly.

He kisses your lips, a small peck, then actually kissing. He puts his other hand on your cheek and strokes his thumb over your cheekbone. Then his thumb comes down to your chin and pulls down so you know to open your mouth now and his tongue brushes against your teeth before you open your mouth wider so he can lick inside your mouth. Your hand fists in your dad’s shirt, you feel kinda weird… it’s hot and your eyebrows furrow.

Dad’s hand that was on your cheek places itself on your hips and strokes down to your thigh. His thumb rubs there a bit. Dad pulls his mouth away from yours so you can breathe, his forehead leans against yours. You’re throbbing in your shorts, breathless, and staring into dad’s eyes. He glances down at where his hand is resting on your thigh and starts brushing inward. You grab his hand, it’s not that you don’t want him to, it’s just that you’ve never done that before with someone else. And you know he’s not supposed to…that this is icky, that you’re icky for wanting it. You’re looking down at your hand holding his, your eyes a little teary.

Dad gives you another peck on your lips and says “I dont have to touch you if you don’t want me to, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If you need daddy’s help, I’ll help you baby, you just have to let me…okay?” You look at him for a moment. You really want daddy’s help, there’s been so many times you’ve thought about this alone in your room wearing his shirt and wishing he was the one touching you. Thinking about how you wish maybe his hand would trail down a little lower in the shower. Even though you know it’s not okay, it can just be our secret…just like the kiss…

Your thighs that were tightly clenched together fall open a bit. You whimper and say “…please help me, daddy” as a tear falls down your face. It’s just all a bit overwhelming but you’ve always felt better when you’re in dad’s arms. He smiles at you, “there’s my good boy~” and kisses you as his hand rubs exactly where you’ve always wanted it to.

What a day for firsts…

[astro-1ce-drag0n]

Live footage of Sergey getting gregnant(had to crop the full picture because I'm not taking any chances with the bots)

@clownpoison6886 @ch1psbettism forgive me for traumatizing y'alls, But I just felt like being freaky on main. And it counts as figure drawings sooooooo boom.

[cricky-butspicy]

[Childhood] Oh maybe Deimos lil facts too! What was he like?

I can tell you about little Deimos! Maybe a bit before Atlas age and some after Atlas age! It is, kinda sad though 😭

(And Deimos is they/them! No worries though <3, I sometimes get it wrong myself and they are my own creation! All of my "eclipse" based characters always have a they/them pronoun if that helps, whether that's alone or with an added pronoun!)

But wooo boy Deimos (in case it is unknown, Deimos is 10 years older than Atlas and started going by they/them pronouns a little after Atlas and Soleil met! So around 16/17.)

TW some vague-ish child abuse/neglect mentions, general abuse mentions, and bullying mentions

Before Atlas (under 10)

Unlike Atlas, Deimos was a mama's kid. They loved Lucia very much (and still very much does, even if they recognize that she can be hard to deal with.) They were sad Lucia was gone all the time with her three jobs, but thankfully some of the time their own dad, Ace, could cover some shifts for watching them. Not all, but some. But, that did mean sometimes Deimos was just left home alone, even when they were very young. Lucia would just lock the door and tell Deimos to wait quietly while leaving a few things out for them like some snacks and things to drink and a couple movies to put in the tv. Deimos learned how to live by themself very early on, even if they hated it.

They were an absolute goody two shoes. They loved doing good things and being rewarded afterwards. They loved their mom telling them they were "Her good little boy." They felt like the world lit up when she told them that and would give her soft smile to them.

Grumpy when waking up. An absolute pouter at the table. Thankfully, it didn't take them long to wake up and be a kid happy to see their mom again.

Deimos didn't like fights. If Lucia began to act up when Ace was around, Deimos often would pull on her skirts to try and get her to stop and pay attention to them instead. They'd cry a lot and tell Ace to stop making their mom upset. Ace felt bad because he never tried to step on any of Lucia's bad spots. It was just a tense time, and Lucia didn't have many places to take it out. It was Deimos or Ace. Deimos would rather it be him. At least she paid attention to them then. I don't remember where I said it, but she was rougher on Deimos than she was with Atlas, with Deimos she was young and clumsy. With Atlas, she ran out of steam.

Deimos was a simple kid. They liked attention, they liked playing, and they liked family time with mom when Lucia was calm with them. Deimos didn't complain very much when they were younger. They sort of accepted things as life and moved past it because that's what their mom did. They really looked up to Lucia.

Deimos liked dinosaurs. They wanted to dig them up when they were really young. They'd play for hours in the sand at the park if allowed to when Ace would take them, but it was rare for Ace to do such. It wasn't safe for him to take Deimos out with his "occupation."

Deimos had a dog for a while that was their everything! They loved this dog. They did not get to keep this dog.

Liked applesauce. Lucia got them a LOT of applesauce, but Deimos didn't mind. They liked eating it, especially when it was the "fancy" kind with other fruit flavors.

Deimos did get bored very easily. Sure, for a long time they just sat with it and accepted being bored, but it didn't stay that way forever,

Especially when Lucia started bringing around a new guy that Deimos didn't know, and found they really didn't like. It almost made them wish that their dad was around to stop them, but Ace stopped showing up for a while. They didn't understand why Lucia liked this man over their dad.

Then Lucia got pregnant again, and that sort of started Deimos's downward spiral.

After Atlas (10+)

When Atlas was born, Deimos instantly disliked him. Even before being born, Deimos wanted nothing to do with Lucia's belly, even when she tried to do the "Don't you want to say hi to your brother?" Deimos knew that little brother was the reason Lucia gave up their dog and that this little brother was not their real brother. It was from that other guy. Deimos really despised Cash. He was mean and cruel, and they thought Atlas would be just like that.

Deimos was happy when Cash angrily left after first meeting Atlas and didn't really come back (He did once or twice more after this event, but that was really it.) They was even happier when their dad, Ace, showed up again much to their own surprise!

But they really disliked Atlas because of how sad their mom got after having him. Deimos thought she had given up for a while. Deimos tried their best to help with Atlas despite the dislike to see if it would help their mom. It created the weird relationship Deimos now has with Atlas. The weird want to care and have a relationship with him for mom, but the want to despise him and see him go through hell because of everything else.

Deimos was a sneaky kid. They got away with a lot that Lucia just didn't notice, even when Atlas tried to tell on them. Deimos ended up stealing a lot from Atlas and being quite mean to him when backs were turned.

The only thing that Deimos liked that Atlas caused is the Lucia was home more. Instead of 3 jobs, she had 2, so she was there more often with them, especially without being able to rely on Cash and not knowing what had happened to Ace. She had to be home to watch two kids, especially one so young.

Deimos learned from Atlas that acting out sometimes got you things you wouldn't get by being good. Deimos started acting out much more often, but in less noticeable ways until Deimos snapped when they were older in high school from the stress of bullying and the stress at home.

A blunt kid that liked to talk. They said things because they were true and they noticed instead of like Atlas noticing but staying quiet. Lucia needed to apologize for them often.

Met Monty around their last year of high school. He was a couple years older than Deimos. They really really liked and looked up to Monty. Monty got them out of a lot of trouble that they squeezed themself into to help their mom and get attention. Two birds, one stone, and one very upset and fuming Monty.

[th3r34lc00k13byt3r]

OC INFODUMP #2

Long post warning

What's an Aestellar?

Well, Demons are split into diffrent categories. There are four "types" of demon:

1. The Aestellar (ae-stel-AR)

2. The Zorrot (Zo-roT)

3. The Goolings (Goo-lings)

4. The Zôion (zo-ON)

i. An Aestellar is a demon that's powers are derived from constellations or the night sky. These demons have powers based off of their "name" or the sign they were born under. i.e. Aries feels stronger when Mars is in retrograde. His powers are fire-based because Aries is a fire sign. Aestellars are more of a family than a race. All Aestellars come from Ursala.

ii. A Zorrot is a demon with an object head. These demons can be absolute wild cards for their powers and where they're from.

i.e. Iris is a angel-created demon who has an eye for a head, her powers are based off of her emotions and those around her. Another example is Auntie Fritz, who's powers are that she fritzes out and goes "demon mode".

iii. Goolings are demons that are, as the name implies, made of goo! Goolings are wrapped around a metal base and can shift themselves freely, the only way to kill a Gooling is to use melting powder. Melting Powder melts the Gooling's goo and they are unable to reform.

i.e. Cyril is a Gooling. He can shapeshift into anything he wants.

iv. Zôion is a race of animal or plant or demons of indeterminable origin/race. Most powers from Zôions are being able to go into a more formidable form and mild telekintesis in rare cases.

i.e. Most background characters.

Are there any special cases?

Yes! Rael and demons based off of ONE aspect are very rare. Rael, the soul demon, is actually from a long line of demons.

How a very powerful demon comes to being: a tutorial

A brave demon must travel up to Zalvia in order to meet the mystical being known as Zombis to ask for power. If Zombis grants them power, this demon will be a target for angels and other demons to take out. Demons with power can pass down this power in a long chain of wielders.

You keep mentioning angels? Are there angels in this?

Yes. Angels are protecters and warriors for humans and the middle realm. Angels live in Zalvia, a magical dimension ruled by Zombis, The Creator of Life. A group of angels lead by Azureal, Zombis's head of Science, have an agenda. They are called The Contra Daemones and wish to wipe out all demons from all three realms using any means necessary.

Woah! What do you mean by Realms?

There are THREE (known) Realms

That's my YAP!

[egginfroggin]

Snippet from a fic for Whumptober day 6: "It should have been me"

An alternate series of events for chapter 4 of I Told You So; nobody has a good time, Sabi is very unhappy, and Emmet gets to experience emotional damage.

Notes: blood, serious injury (specifically: seriously injured child), fear, threats of hypothermia and frostbite

Nobody dies, though.

Please let me know if I need to change any of the tags or add any tags.

Happy reading.

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It was everywhere, the white, the cold, the snow, the ice, the chill – caked onto his eyelashes as he squinted, trying to keep his eyes from freezing open or shut, shoved into his boots from running, dusting his clothes and Sabi’s messy bangs, covering the blue of his own scarf that was wrapped around her forehead.

The burning in his lungs and the need to leave made him dictate that this was safe enough. He dropped to his knees, curling around the tiny girl wrapped in his coat, and fumbled with the satchel at his waist. His fingers shivered with cold and rapidly encroaching fear – fear that seemed to be drawing closer and closer like a beast that had been kept at bay as he ran and was now free to catch up – but eventually caught and yanked the satchel open, reaching in to pull out the Celestica Flute.

He didn’t bother with the melody, didn’t bother with any sense of decorum or propriety or drawing up any of the learned skill he’d needed to figure out how to play in the first place – he just fitted his lips around the flute, ignoring how the frigid surface almost tried to cling to them, and blew.

Sabi gave a protesting sound at the blast of noise, the off-key, high-pitched scream that flew from the instrument. She whined, and he quickly dropped the flute to the snow in order to shush her.

Her eyes flickered open, looking up at him, and he was briefly ripped back to the marshes – back to finding her, as still and silent as the corpse of her mother he rolled off of her, soaked in brackish water and mud and blood that wasn’t her own –

Emmet shook his head, shaking the thoughts away – her eyes then had been too bright, and her eyes now were terribly dull.

“Do not move,” he said, lifting a hand to dust snow off of her face and hair. “I will call again. Do not move.”

He plucked up the flute again, blowing another pair of harsh, sharp notes into the mounting storm. They sang over the wind, and he knew that Lord Braviary would hear.

A deathly caterwaul sounded from behind him, bringing the reminder that his Noble was not the only one who would hear.

[camarchve]

© 𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱_ 𝗈𝗇 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮

[malade-en-tout-le-sens]

i've been getting into tendondotnet ughhh i feel so disgusting again !! it's been years since i was this depraved with my media consumption and production.

notes about all of the oc development that has been going on:

maison (old) is now named haimo and he's semi-selfshippable (instead of totally) now. he's very loyal to mlem and he doesn't have eyes for another romantic partner. jern is his brother and they eventually fight over jern's treatment of mlem. haimo loves his partner!!

haimo puts makeup on mlem so it's more human colored. he passes it off as human and when the makeup rubs off to reveal that thing's true skin color, haimo says it's bruising. they both consent to making fake snuff films and amputee porn together. mlem now has somewhat more divine abilities than before. it needs to be able to heal itself so it can act over and over again with haimo.

the eden lounge now posts footage of the killings to tendondotnet. clover butcher makes snuff films with the perverted men cherie kreme brings her.

i've sort of gained a fixation on dark web and the concept of snuff sites (i already liked fictional snuff). all of this comes from being madddd fucked in the head from being abused, traumatized, disabled, and mentally ill! i'm sick, not despicable.