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[faun-writes]

BOLUS

Statement #0162704;

Statement of Robin Mallory regarding their roommate and his new abnormal behaviors. ----- BOLUS— a small clump of undigested insect parts (e.g. wings, scales, or exoskeleton) left behind after an arachnid has eaten the more easily digestible internals.

(CW for body horror, arachnid and insect related content, generally gross things, descriptions of injury, and some mostly cannon typical nonsense related to the web/the fears)

[spiraledfaun]

a deerboy story

CW: In-text induction, suggestions to become weak to spirals, and become owned by spirals. Does contain suggestions to promote safety and agency, but mind the prior warning. Written in third person.

It was a cold, dark night outside, and a little deerboy was all snuggled up in his favorite blanket, in his favorite chair. He’d eaten some yummy food and two edibles, and felt perfectly content. In front of him played the inane comedy he’d chosen, something with a lot of hijinks and fun colors.

Everything was just so lovely.

As the energetic music blared in the background, the deerboy scrolled through Tumblr on his tablet. He always felt a little horny when he was high, so he checked out his favorite place: the hypnokink tag. Not all of it was for him, he wasn’t a “good girl” or looking to “sink into pink”, but there were some good finds.

But the best find of all sent through him an electric jolt, warmed all at once from head to toe.

Spirals.

He couldn’t quite explain what it was concisely, but something in the way they moved drew him in with a vice grip. Not all spirals of course, they had to be the right speed. The right smoothness. The right pattern. Once all the components were there, they would spin him deep into their control before he could even blink.

Of course, he had a collection. No one so taken by spirals wouldn’t have at least a few. This deerboy in particular had over 180. More than a few didn’t work on him anymore, or he had been fooled in the previews that it would be right. But he kept them all. Something about it just seemed right.

And tonight, as he scrolled through the hypnokink tag, he was hoping beyond hope he would stumble upon a wonderful one. A spiral that would make him get a little wetter every time he thought about how depraved it was. Regular people didn’t drop to lines on a screen. But he couldn’t help it when it just sang to his soul, and sucked him in. And the deerboy knew he would give in every single time he let it pull at him.

Even at just the thoughts, the possibility began to draw his mind down. The weed began to hit, and his head grew ever hazier.

Oh, he had just the thing.

The deerboy, with his short little antlers, a little past only just beginning to show, picked up his aphrodisiac pills and popped one into his mouth. He chased it down with a sip of his soda, and sunk a little further into the papasan behind him. When it hit, he would be pulled into a plush cloud of pleasure, just from doing nothing but watching his screen.

He passed by post after post, seeing a new one from yesterday that was actually pretty good. Another from a hypnoblogger with an imaginary scenario. Someone’s hypnostory released to a great response. An underwhelming spiral. An attractive blonde showing off her breasts and bobbing up and down. More fantasies.

But nothing that really drew him in.

And then he stumbled upon it.

One of the blogs had posted a link to a custom spiral maker. He’d tried them out a few times over the years, but some of them just hadn’t hit, or he wasn’t in the right mood for it. But he clicked on the link anyway.

The website opened up to a preview menu. Curious, the deerboy checked over the subliminal text. Suggestions to obey the spiral, not resist, drop, filled the screen. Unfortunately, there were a few lines of text that didn’t fit his preferences, so he edited the text and added some of his favorite mantras. The colors also weren’t quite right, so he made it black and white. A smaller example of the spiral played at the bottom of the page.

Finally, said his brain, leading him down into the winding curves. I can turn off.

He navigated to the main menu, eager. His breathing increased, excited to give in, excited to just lose. The deerboy hit the final button,

And lost.

Out of his brain dripped every single one of his thoughts, the boy’s mind flooded in ecstasy, the vision of the wicked spiral etched into his eyes. Unable to keep upright, he sagged into the grip of its winding gaze, will eroding with each pulse of the pattern, feeling utterly captured by its beauty.

No longer was his opinion required, no coherence asked, nothing taxing at all. Just looking, falling, dropping deeply into trance was all he could do. It was so easy and simple to keep staring. To lose himself in the ebb and flow, the smoothness of its movement, and give up thinking.

He didn’t need thoughts anymore.

That was for other people to have.

He just needed to keep looking into the Spiral, and get weaker.

Giving into the Spiral was what he was made to do.

The Spiral owned him now.

His body began to flutter, the space between his legs feeling warmer and warmer. The deerboy’s eyes started to cross, and his mouth drifted open. Nothing had ever felt so pleasurable in his life.

As he continued to lose control of his mind to some lines on a screen, his arousal kept growing. He didn’t notice that the hornier commands had been increasing in frequency, he just knew he was feeling better and better.

The boy continued dropping, train of thought entirely derailed, drool beginning to collect in his mouth. He was in the grip of the Spiral now, completely surrendered to the patterns before him. He knew what this was doing to him. He knew he was conditioning himself deeper and deeper. But he had his safeties. He had his protections, and he trusted himself.

But of course, to anyone around, it would look as though he was wide open to their influence, receptive to any programming they might want to put on him. He shivered to think of it, wishing, secretly, for someone to corrupt his mind into something unrecognizable from his everyday self.

This desire kept him enraptured, enshrining the key to his mind in a deep, persistent Spiral fetish. And maybe someday, he’d hand it to someone willingly. It wasn’t his focus, but it always hung around in the back of his mind.

Until then, the bright, weaving lines would hold him, and turn his gaze inside out, making him weaker and writing his thoughts. He shivered in their grasp, and his arousal began to increase again. Down, down, deeper the Spiral spun him, sending his head on a dizzy revolution, dropping him into a haze.

It was so hard to think now. There weren’t any thoughts other than the ones flashing in front of his face.

You can’t resist.

The Spiral makes you weak.

You love to stare.

Drop.

Give in to the Spiral.

You’re weak.

Staring makes you mindless.

His eyes kept crossing, his mind spiraling down into nothing.

The Spiral owned him now.

Submit to the Spiral.

Don’t resist.

You love to drop.

Obey and give in.

The deerboy drooled openly, lost in the movements on the screen, conquered by simple little lights.

The Spiral owned him now.

It wasn’t a question anymore, it was the truth, and the sooner the little deerboy realized that, the better.

His entire being belonged to the Spiral, and there was nothing he could do about it.

All at once, his cunt throbbed pleasurably, and the blood rushed to his tiny dick.

Fuck.

He’d never had such a good lover as a Spiral, and he knew it. It was just a part of his reality now, that Spirals controlled his mind, and fucked it as they pleased. It didn’t matter that he understood there was no sentience there, he couldn’t help but submit to their beauty.

The deerboy had assigned… names. To some of them.

It was just to think about, never to talk about out loud, but they turned over and over in his head as he stared, wondering what this one’s moniker would be.

And as he realized what this one wanted from him, the deerboy’s hole clenched, the high catapulting him into pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. He submitted, cumming on nothing and relinquishing his mind to the Spiral.

The Spiral owned him now.

The Spiral owned him now.

There was nothing else in that moment, just the deerboy and the Spiral. And sometimes only the Spiral.

He came his little heart out, tiny tail twitching and swishing as the orgasm overtook him, cascading up and down his entire body. Utter bliss. The deerboy gave in over and over again, until he felt wrung out and tight.

Maybe it was time to stop.

Should he stop?

The deerboy crawls into bed and falls asleep, but wakes up horny in the morning.

He fucks himself with a vibrator, watching the Spiral, for two hours.

Voting ended onFeb 10, 2024

[boneyfaun]

Hii I was wondering who you ship me with (can u ship me with a male character to?)

So I'm a istp female im 5.1 I like reading watching horror movies I like playing video games I speak Arabic I have anxiety I LOVE cats I sleep alot I'm a picky eater I kinda have a expensive taste I have a low pain tolerance I have alot of duck and cat plushies

Hope you have a great day!

Maybe I just really want to write for this man already or maybe I am reaching, but hear me out when I say I pair you with Tighnari!

While Tighnari does not exactly have any traits relating to video games or horror movies (unless you count the horrors of this man's scientific methods) I do think you two would be a very nice match. The man is soft spoken but oddly sassy and I think that just makes him naturally charming. This also means he is a bit teasing, but it is all in good fun and he always learns to stop if you tell him a certain comment he makes is a bit to far. He has very healthy boundaries and listens to most critiques from you when he says something that might make you upset. He always means well, he just tends to push a little to far without knowing.

This probably sounds a bit difficult to handle, but after he learns what is to much and what is not he is really wonderful partner. A day with Tighnari is always interesting and I feel he would really take a very attentive angle to you. With your picky eating habits and preference for nicer things he really tries to provide things he thinks enriches you personally. Don't have a particular liking to more bitter foods? Suspect anything he makes to be just a little more sweet to see if that better fits your tastebuds. Everything is an experiment to him almost, so it seems a bit trial and error but it is genuine attempts from him to woo you in a way.

If all else fails though, I feel Tighnari would learn rather quickly your affinity for felines and would take a particular pleasure in seeing that possibly come to include foxes. I mean, look at those fluffy ears and tail? I feel he would happily allow you to pet either or if it makes you happy, and I think he would find himself enjoying such nice attention from you as well.

[faun-writes]

started working on another TMA fic and currently losing sleep thinking about a timeline where michael survives the great twisting, coming back home so horrifically Different™ than how he left. not in a monster / avatar way, but just a completely changed person to the point where everyone in his life barely recognizes him.

the archives are quieter; he doesn't hum to himself anymore as he organizes statements or cheerily greet people as they walk by. just stares at them as they walked, eyes piercing and... were they always that wide? that intense? he walked quieter now too, sometimes seeming to just appear out of nowhere, suddenly too scared and weary to let himself take up so much space. his coworkers are hesitant around him, not knowing what happened but able to tell that something is now so deeply wrong and broken about him.

he would do his best to avoid gertrude, straight up refusing to be around her for a while. why would he, especially once he finds out she can't fire him? eventually gertrude decides it would be easier to just find assistance elsewhere, and when gerard finally sees that michael fellow he heard whispers about hes sure he's an avatar of the spiral or stranger or something. i mean, how could the almost disturbingly pretty man that everyone does everything in their power not to acknowledge be anything else? with the brightest and coldest eyes he'd seen, tall and thin and spindly limbs that still moved with such caution and purpose, his face always in the same bleak and far off expression... there was no way michael was completely human.

when gerard would finally think to approach him he expects to see more telltale signs of someone claimed by the powers, and keeps talking to him and trying to 'catch' him on something to prove it to gertrude (who told him not to interact with michael in the first place). he hangs around the archives and library with him and michael just... let's him. doesn't interact back, doesn't speak, doesn't even look him in the eyes. just sits. as time goes on gerry would get more and more frustrated and wild in his efforts, trying to lure / goad him into using whatever powers he thinks he has, but michael never does.

eventually he gets fed up and tries to compell michael, and finally the man would make eye contact with him, those sharp and cold blue eyes making gerry freeze. michael would tell him in no uncertain terms to never try that shit again, and in an instant gerard realizes just how wrong he was about him.

no, the fear behind his eyes was so pure and all consuming it couldn't be anything but human.

[faun-writes]

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[faun-writes]

hey yall!

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[faun-writes]

ok so I'm on my bullshit again and started a new draft that may or may not ever see the light of day and need help

if (muggle) regulus was a teacher/tutor, would he teach:

english / french as a second language

piano / music

reading / writing

history

something else (pls tell me in comments)

Voting ended onJan 30, 2025

[boneyfaun]

it is ur favorite queen 🌙

listen okay I am v curious who you ship me with.

i am an esfj, 2w1, and the cutest little pumpkin around. i have short, curly red hair and look generally like the stereotype of what people imagine leprechauns looking like. my fashion sense is closer to mondstadt’s, but v flowy and a mix of cottagecore and princesscore.

I am super creative, especially when it comes to dance. i love ballet specifically! but I also like painting with acrylics. books are better than people (n u can fight me on that).

my main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. tell me I’m pretty while you’re snuggling me and I will be putty in your hands.

neeways, I love you and remember to drink water !

🌙 ❤️

your highness, I know he is not even released yet but I must pair you with the harbinger Pantalone!

Not only do I just headcannon as this man so incredibly extra but also he has a refined sense of taste for theatre and fashion. With his position as treasurer he probably has quite the accumulation of personal wealth, so he simply just has a taste for the finer things in life and a specific preference for those two in particular. Pantalone just seems like the kind of man who would develop very refined but intense passions. He is also just a real perfectionist and admires when people can meet his oh-so high standards and that can bleed into affection if given time to connect. I feel he would openly compliment your style for it's cute but comfortable nature, even ask for the influences before he just chats with you long enough to realize he would very much like to speak with you again very soon. Very meet-cute despite his position as a future villain in the game but I just think he is a real gentleman like that.

Also, with that affinity for the theatre I mentioned? Yeah, that includes things such as dance, and he would love to see you preform or simply take you to see a show. Dates with Pantalone are elaborate and almost an event with how much he has planned, being spoiled would be standard when it came to going out on dates with him. Though that is mostly just because when he is not taking you out to see the latest ballet performance, helping get you a new outfit perfectly tailored to your taste, or taking you to the finest restaurants Schenznya he is, a very busy man.

A crowded schedule would not mean Pantalone is a neglectful partner though, no no no. He is quite the opposite when he is not busy with all the tasks left to him. Not only would simple quality time be a must at every chance he would get when he may only be available for a short few hours before going back to his duties as a harbinger. He would also speak such sweet praises for your work no matter what it is. The man does not praise just anyone, but you're a special exception, those he loves and admires will simply have to hear his praises for all they do, as long as they keep up the hard work of course.