#fanatasy

[probablybadrpgideas]

The big bad is at all times accompanied by a bard and a pyromancer, but they're solely there to hype up crowds with his theme and pyrotechnics.

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[sageshell-draws]

Took a break from the ever evolving story to explore some color and rendering exploration/practice. This was a lot of fun to do, although this won't be the norm moving forward. And I'm even thinking of re-designing the characters a little bit..... yet again, my indecisiveness is taking a hold of me once again ugh!!

[z0mbiemind]

I have to say that I’m really struggling to have fun drawing at the moment, too often I’m done with a drawing and then feel bad about it. I really have to learn that not everything has to be perfect and that likes on the Internet don’t say anything about your art💕

[hybbart]

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[searchingforit1]

Mind Break – The Cabin in the Woods (Part 1)

Lena was 22, quiet, shy, and always polite. The perfect neighbor with big innocent eyes and a gentle smile. I had been watching her for months. I knew her routine, her jogging path along the forest edge, her love for lonely walks. It was almost too easy.

I took her four days ago. No big scene on the open road — a quick grab, chloroform, and she was unconscious in my trunk. Now she was here: in my secret cabin deep in the woods, kilometers away from any road, any person. A hidden place no one knew about. Thick wooden walls, heavy curtains, no cell service, only the quiet cracking of the forest outside. A perfect cage.

Day 1 – Resistance

When she woke up, she was naked, handcuffed to a massive wooden frame with her legs spread wide. The cabin was dimly lit by an old lamp. She started screaming immediately.

“Help! Let me go, you sick fuck! What do you want from me?!”

Her voice echoed through the cabin. Sweet. Desperate. Useless.

I stepped out of the shadows, wearing only jeans, and looked at her calmly. “You belong to me now, Lena. No one can hear you out here. No one is coming.”

She spat in my face. Scratched, kicked, fought as much as the restraints allowed. I simply wiped the spit away and laughed quietly. Then I took her for the first time.

Hard. Without any preparation. I thrust deep inside her while she screamed and cursed. Her tight, unprepared pussy clenched around me against her will. I fucked her mercilessly, gripping her hips and pounding again and again until her screams turned into sobbing. When I came inside her, she was only crying.

But I was far from done. I used her the entire day and half the night. Mouth, pussy, over and over. Every time she begged me to stop, I fucked her harder. The overstimulation started right there — I forced her body to cum even when she didn’t want it, while she still hated me.

“Fuck you… I hate you…” she whispered hoarsely at some point.

I grabbed her chin and looked into her tear-filled eyes. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’ll learn how much you need this.”

Day 2 – The First Cracks

In the morning I untied her only to restrain her again — this time on all fours on the old wooden bed, ass up. I had brought a strong vibrator.

For hours I let it work inside her while I fucked her mouth in turns. Her body was already shaking after the first forced orgasm. After the third she wasn’t screaming in pain anymore, but from overload. Her thighs were soaked, her voice breaking.

“Please… please stop… I can’t take anymore… I’ll do anything you want…”

I just laughed and pushed her head deeper onto my cock. “You will do anything I want. But only once you’re broken.”

I switched to pure brutality. Fucked her from behind while the vibrator kept running. Pure overstimulation. She came again and again until her body was only convulsing and she was barely conscious. Tears, drool, sweat — everything mixed on the sheets.

In between I whispered mantras into her ear: “You are my fucktoy. Your pussy belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Say it.”

She still refused. “Never…”

But her body betrayed her every time. She got wetter. She pushed back against me. The resistance was crumbling.

Day 3 – The Break

The third night was the decisive one.

I hadn’t let her sleep. All night long. No breaks. I switched between my cock, the vibrator, and my fingers. Her eyes were already glassy, her gaze empty and desperate. Her body twitched at the slightest touch. She was drooling uncontrollably, tongue slightly hanging out.

I sat on the bed, pulled her onto my lap and thrust deep inside her. She was so wet and sensitive that she came instantly — a long, shuddering orgasm that shook her entire body.

I held her tight, one hand around her throat, the other in her hair.

“Say it now,” I demanded coldly and thrust slowly but deeply. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“N-no… please… I can’t…” Her voice was only a hoarse, broken whisper.

I sped up. Hard. Brutal. Again and again. Her body clenched around me, another forced orgasm tearing through her. She cried out, tears streaming down.

Once more. And once more.

Something inside her visibly snapped.

Her eyes rolled back slightly, her gaze turning empty and at the same time hungry. The last remnants of resistance fell away.

“I… I belong to you…” she whispered at first, barely audible.

I thrust harder. “Louder.”

“I belong to you!” She almost sobbed it, but now pushed herself against me. “I’m your hole… your fucktoy… please… use me… I need it…”

The break was complete.

She smiled distortedly, drooling, while her body kept twitching uncontrollably. The innocent, shy Lena from next door no longer existed. What remained was only a broken, addicted little pet that clung to me and begged to be fucked more.

I came deep inside her, filling her completely. She moaned gratefully, pressing her hips against me as if she wanted to take every drop.

“Good girl,” I murmured and brushed the wet hair from her face. “From now on there is only this. No going back. You are mine.”

She nodded weakly, eyes glassy with exhaustion and new greed. “Yes… I’m yours… please… don’t stop…”

Outside, the wind howled through the forest. No one would ever find her. And even if they did — she wouldn’t want to leave anymore.

Part 2 after 25 likes!

[raventhecrispy-offical]

Nicheling art of some old characters

Okay I know this is a bit of a deviation from the normal gluten-free shitposts, but like the niche nostalgia is too great and like, Niche!

The one in the top left corner is Aspenwillow the LXXIII. She was a real nicheling in a real lineage from my first Niche file, which is over 100 generations long. She is the queen of her tribe and is an asshole to everyone but her consort.

The nicheling in the top right corner is Oregano. He was also a real nicheling in the exact same first safe file. He is the brother of Aspenwillow the LXXIII. He is sweeter, and nicer but also more cowardly. He was also born blind. Due to the power structure of the tribe (matriarchy + absolute monarchy) he is the second most-powerful member of the tribe, yet does not have any real power.

The bottom left corner is Needle. She is an outsider unrelated to the royal family. She had a brief affair with Oregano, which resulted in twins. (I'll draw them later) Due to this affair, Needle is hated by Aspenwillow and Oregano's feelings for her have long since faded. Needle is very loyal and overbearing, and on the bossier side.

On the bottom right corner is Jay. He is also an outsider, unrelated the Needle. He and Needle are under immense pressure to have children but neither of them like each other. He is very quiet, and does as told. Ever since Aspenwillow the LXXIII has forbid inbreeding, she has spent a lot of time with Jay, trying to get pregnant.

If you're wondering why Aspenwillow and Oregano have weird faces, it because their faces have deformed a bit from the many many many generations of inbreeding their family has done. Anyways, thanks for letting me yap about some old characters!

[pengold]

As promised Dani!

The Earrings of Whisper is something I took from Critical Role Campaign 1. I thought it would be cute if she gave it to Danny, Sam, and Tucker as a thank-you for freeing her.

Dani is the first one in Danny's lineage to showcase the ghostly blood they have. Whether by fate or not she is who Danny was named after, and coincidentally the next to show such powers.

The Fentons used to be a prestige name within the kingdom of Amnity. However, through time the idea of ghosts and spirits was considered a myth and thusly the family lost their prestige. The turning point was the death of Dani, who died at 12 years old. Her death is looked at with suspicion by those close to her. Many fingers pointed toward the girl's adoptive father Vlad Masters. Though he was cleared of suspicion by the king.

I have so many more ideas for her and the others I'm really getting my engine going!!

[sanakkart]