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[peliginspeaks]

I think one of my favourite things about the Neath as a setting is the number of ways there are to be totally obliterated. Not killed, killed is different than Obliterated. Obliterated is a loss or transformation of self so utter and complete that it leaves you unrecognizable. There's something about that, the destruction of it, the way there's still something left after but it isn't necessarily You anymore. The way the line between obliteration and just change is permeable enough to be non-existent. Do you still feel like yourself? Does an answer of yes make your youness somehow more able to be verified? Does your new form love you, even if you aren't there anymore to love it back?

[stabknives]

Hi I'm the dude nobody invited

Defernull Tenna making you cockwarm him under the desk while on a important phone call he don't gaf about so it's more entertaining while he talks weird shit about you with the caller "they're such a whooooore" or something ok bye

Nonsense... Join us... Stay here. Don't uh don't go outside.

So! I'm not an expert on this guy, but if canon Tenna is a fun and emotionally open guy with a dastardly dark streak at times, I can only assume defernull Tenna is a piece of shit with a soft side he actively works to repress. I like that conceptually so it's what I'm gonna go with.

TW: I dunno I wrote him like he's in love with his crush and has decided to torture them about it. Punishes you for the crime of making him care. Anyway. MDNI.

His job isn't very high stress. For everyone else, sure, but he's the boss. He's good at his job, and he knows that just about everything on his show is exaggerated to the point of absurdity. Talking to executives is about as thrilling as reporting on the latest 'wildfire'. (A few bushes caught ablaze after some stupid kid set off a firecracker. It got put out almost immediately, but he's a professional at making mountains out of molehills.)

He would much rather focus on his intern. They weren't ALWAYS his intern. For awhile they were an anchor on a different program, always rambling about all kinds of good news and the power of positive thinking. Enough to make him sick. Curious, but sick.

All the positive thinking in the world is nothing to cold hard cash, though. And buying out their studio meant he bought them too.

A trash investment. Or at least that's what hisses from his speakers as he sinks a little deeper down their throat. He bites his tongue, because it's been hours, but he still doesn't want to cum.

“A trash investment.”

Or at least that's what hisses from his speakers as he sinks a little deeper down their throat. He bites his tongue, because it's been hours, but he still doesn't want to cum.

The idiot babbling to him about profit margins stammers some excuse to him, and Tenna snorts.

“Not you. The intern.” Tenna pulls them back by their hair, watching tears spring to their eyes, and his cock twitches in their mouth. “A stupid, lazy whore that’s barely good enough to be my— to be a cocksleeve.”

‘My’? Ugh.

He slams their head back down to the base, and feels steam start to pour from his vents. He needs a drink. He needs the moron cackling on the phone to stop mindlessly agreeing with everything he says so he can hear the sound of his— goddammit— of the intern’s pitiful whimpering. He isn’t going to cum. That’s not the point of this.

They’re pretty when they cry, when they gag, when they look like they’re going to pass out on him. That’s the point. He wants to look at them. Everyone always looks at him, and everyone SHOULD, but he wants to look at them.

“You’re gonna finish choking on it. You’re not gonna touch yourself.” He instructs them, and when the bastard on the phone talks, he barks in response. “SHUT UP. I’m trying to enjoy myself here. They’re gonna keep their hands on my knees and not between their thighs, and they’re gonna get off on getting used because that’s what sluts do.”

Tenna hopes every word hurts. He hopes they know just how little they matter. He could do this with anyone, they’re not special, and he says as much. He’ll say it over and over until they get it, until he believes it too.

[funfuncanvas]

[nullv01d]

furbowl pics 🌟

[clwnpunk]

doll but not in the dress me up play with me make me pretty way, in the “not meant to have emotions or opinions, meant to be quiet and play along and be tossed aside when they’re done” way

[theramblingvoid]

"📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose?" and "🪤 What is one thing that could be used to lure your OC into a trap?" for a beast(s) of your choosing !!

📚

Hallowrove: Now see, the expected answer here would be monsters, and they definitely could give a 10 minute lecture on Beastes, but their love of monsters is much more practical and experience-based than theoretical or biological so that's not what this lecture is about. Nope, this one is about workers' rights. Sit down listen up and hear this guy who started out job hopping between different metalworking/mechanical trades on the Surface and then came down here and met Mr Fires talk about unionization and workplace power dynamics. The doors are locked. The 10 minutes starts now.

Null: They wanted to plagiarize Hallowrove's speech but they have surveyed public interest and determined that it wouldn't get a very high approval rating. Instead they will be talking about literary analysis but only of the Ministry of Public Decency's most popular approved books and only using points they overheard in Veilgarden.

🪤

Hallowrove: *Deep, long-suffering sigh* In order of canonical events: 1. Something to pique their curiosity, 2. A friend in a situation too dangerous for them to handle, and 3. A hunt that they've started, that takes up more and more of their mind and energy, that by the time they realize what's happening they are too entranced by to break away. Although maybe that last one is also the trap in its own right. I wouldn't call Hallowrove easy to lure, exactly...but...yeah actually yes I would. Who am I kidding. This guy left a stable job to move to a cave full of space bats. They're getting trapped the second something makes a weird noise and they go to see what made it. (Keeping them trapped, however, that's the real issue. Good Luck.)

Null: Literally anything. This guy would walk under a box propped up on a stick for a rusty silver fork. And then try to take the box and stick too.

[thecaterpainter]

Doodles/sketches ive done today between dnd sessions, small break from hyperfix to go back to my oc roots

[skauing-archive]

Made this guy for a very short-lived campaign (we played 2-3 sessions before the DM just ghosted us) last year and I miss him so much! I might use him as an NPC in my own campaign (his background as a scorned ex-pirate certainly makes for a fun, ridiculous adventure hook!), but if not I might try to play him again after we finish Descent Into Avernus!

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