who among your ocs would be the most likely to spit in my drink without me knowing and then give it to me?
TW: Drink spiking??
Gallon. He does it because he can. Because it's a rush of power really. Because he can slide anything into your drink and you'd never know any better. There's a sharpness to his eye as you drink innocently.
Santi. Call it opportunism, he thinks you just need to let loose a little, au naturel. Likewise, Lacai can do this too.
Mooncalf. Many are the reasons you should usually reject the food and drink of fae-types. Sometimes the ingredients themselves are atypical to the human diet, sometimes they're just freaks about it.
Shags. For similar reasons to Gallon, he's also generally just grossly poetic about the whole idea.
hey Pinniee.......so i recently stumbled across a new..........certain interest of mine.... and that may ormay not be gettting exteremely turned on when i drink and am encouraged to drink.....I feel like Gallon would like this for obvious reasons but....are there any others that mayhaps....indulge this certain interest of mine? the remasters are brilliant!!!! by the way! you're truly an amazing artist and i find myself thinking of your characters and world semi frequently (especially in unrelated situations and im just like????okay but theyd match my freak<3)
TW: Noncon on most of these
Who likes getting you stupid drunk?
Fank-e is an unlikely candidate, you'd think. But this robot has a particular obsession with seeing squishies out of their mind. That's why he always has stashes of psychostimulants and boosts- Generally many mind-altering substances. Logically, the machine doesn't do drugs, it can't. But it likes seeing you tripping the fuck out of orbit, and stuffing his hands everywhere while you're at it. Alcohol is really no different. Even when you get sick form it, Fank-e's still hovering over you in excitement.
In the same way Jayde doesn't mind buying affection, he also doesn't mind buying you a few drinks for it. Are you sure you can handle Hell's alcohol? Are you? Then show him. Take a few shots with the imp. He's got less body mass than you, so surely... Jayde loves the way you get sloppier with each sip, when you can barely hold yourself together and giggle at all his lame jokes. He likes how he can slide a hand into your shirt and you barely care. You're so pretty like this, letting him take you anywhere, touch you anywhere.
Lacai can and will use pheromones often, but sometimes, it's a bit of a challenge to use other means of getting someone into his hands. Drinks? Oh, he can afford some of the best, he knows places where the ambiance is just right and every glass is served to aesthetic perfection. Oh, just another one, Lacai promises that next one looks even more gorgeous. Take a photo of it, post it somewhere. Not many people get the privilege. One moment you're looking at your drink, the next the world is spinning and his tongue is inside your mouth.
Fasma is a bum. Misery loooves company. He's such a piece of shit for dragging a pretty thing like you down with him. Really, you've got a lot to look forward to, kid. You're not like him. But if there's anyone he'd love to have some drinks with, it'd be you. You're just too gorgeous, let him treat you to the finer stuff, make this old man some company. He's totally not grinning watching you get wasted, totally not going to slip his fingers into your skirt and watch you slump all open. Yer such a lightweight, he'd feel bad stealing from you even if he didn't like you.
Liter is heavy into alcohol. You're talking about the slime that got Gallon into his craft. Liter plies anyone he likes with drink and good vibes, he's a great talker too, so you're bound to stick around. While he's careful not to give you something crazy, what he does offer is sure to have you blackout hammered. It burns your throat but it burns so good, doesn't it? Yeah that one gets him in a mood too. You poor thing, come closer, he'll hold you so you don't fall, inside him...
Shags isn't a drinker. Buuuut, he shares a similar fascination to Fank-e, in a less intense manner. There's something about seeing the way you transform before his very own eyes, Shags always stocks up on the drinks you like, excitedly following your drunken rambling and engaging in your shenanigans. Please, have all you like, he can afford it, and it makes him so happy to see you so satisfied. Even the way you hold the glass is beautiful... He waits until you pass out somewhere, and promptly lets all his built up arousal seep off him like waves. You're in good hands, rest well...
Caius does enjoy getting blood drunk. And here's a funny thing- You don't even need alcohol to get drunk with him. Just let him feed a little too long and you'll see, that funny little lightheaded feeling that takes you over. He does so love caressing you in that state, singing your praises. Caius does, however, like joining festivities with his own drink, though always encourages you to have more with a blood-soaked grin. Oh what a joy you are like this! He loves jolly people- You're a magnet. And may the heavens damn him if the Magister isn't making the most out of it. Dance, dance with him...
Vorticia is a refined woman -When she's not pigging out at the table- She's incredibly fond of Gluttony's wines and whiskeys and all that good stuff. Flavored alcohol is especially to her tastes, and she knows you'll enjoy it too, you have an eye for this after all. There's nothing like long conversations across the halls, watching you stumble on shaky legs like a doe, until the Queen is carrying you to your chambers, still holding a glass to your lips. Doesn't she spoil you? Don't you like this?
Dishonorable mentions
Mooncalf. Everyone knows fae are indulgent, trapping you with food is common, but so is offering good alcohol. While Mooncalf is not typically the fae type you'd associate with liquor and such, he still delights in occasionally getting you drunk. You already belong to him, so why not celebrate, always?! Be jolly, be wild, be crazy with him, dance like a butterfly under the moonlight with him!
Rinx. He loves to watch you eat, he also loves to watch you drink, no wonder he likes watching you get drunk too. He's more excited and curious than aroused, but it's only a matter of time until he starts pawing at you, particularly if you're the type of drunk that gets a little frisky.
Patches and Stitches. One is a desperate opportunist, the other just likes to embarrass you, a match made in anything but heaven. Patches will subtly keep edging you new drinks, Stitches sloshes shots in his head and dunks them into your mouth like a horror show. You're wobbling your way into their hands regardless of who's piloting....
Cero doesn't so much enjoy the drunk part as he does the wardrobe malfunction that follows. Your helpless state as you slump there barely capable of making a phrase, dress askew, bra peeking, hair unkempt. You're hopeless. And he's steaming alive.
Oh god. Where the hell are you? Someone's basement, there is all manner of art supplies here, all for painting. You straighten when you hear a door opening.
TW: Past nonconsensual touching; Voyeurism; Somnophilia
To be fair, if you had stayed quiet then you might have had more time to think about your surroundings.
But that is easier said than done, when the last thing you remember was the horrific sensation of being followed, a branch-like arm around your body while another one forced what you can only guess to be a chloroformed cloth into your face.
Passing out in a panic often means waking up still in panic.
Which is why, when you registered the stench of chemicals around you, when you realized there were weights on your neck and wrists, when the smallest ray of sunlight landed on you from a ridiculously tiny window-
You immediately started whimpering against the tape across your lips.
Heartbeat drumming savagely through your ears, you could only look around frantically and come to terms with the absolute worst. You'd been abducted out of the blue, you're in someone's dingy art studio?! Their basement?! Who took you- What do you do- How can you take these chains off?! They're embedded in the wall?!!
The terror was so great that you simply couldn't keep quiet, crying out incoherently, rocking back and forth from the zaps of hot and cold wracking your body.
At least... At least you're clothed? You don't own this dress. This white dress with blotches of black on it. Someone dressed you up when you were out. Oh God.
The growing screech of a creak derails every single thought in your mind.
It just about makes your heart stop.
A pale, spidery hand grips the side of the door, parting it gently and slowly, cautiously almost, revealing a long, gangly form that bends into the room just as carefully.
A tall shroom monster stands before you, donned in long ebony robes, his cap droopy and loaded with... Ink?- That drips softly from his form. Most facial features obscured, all you can see is a toothy, wobbling grin. He looks right at home here, with the sharp stench of manufactured compounds and art supplies, blending in with the shadows untouched by the sun beam fruitlessly trying to warm you.
There's something so creepy about his appearance, about the way he stands there appraising you silently.
This... Is your kidnapper.
And frightfully, you can't help but sense that you've seen that face before. That gaunt figure.
But where?
You don't know his name, you don't even recall having had a conversation with him before. Why did your mind quake in recognition, yet offer you no clue of his identity?
" O- Oh... I didn't expect you'd wake so soon... I planned to- "
The monster stares down, his left hand occupied with a dark sketchbook and a well-worn pen of sorts. When his head shifts, you follow its direction to a tall wooden easel. He sighs, head shaking.
" I suppose we could talk for now. "
His voice carries a quality so airy and almost fragile. Perhaps if you weren't entirely focused on him, you might have missed a few words. It's almost as if he allows the wind to dictate the flow of his speech, caring not if it's as coherent as it should be. A strange and off-putting sound crawling the borders of your ears.
" Welcome home, my lovely muse! It is... My most profound delight to have you, with me... "
Sudden and eager, he moves to squat in front of you, height casting a shadow over your frame. Bare legs quake and twitch with the unspoken desire to kick him away, but what good would that do when you can't possibly break these chains? You'd just be pissing this dangerous stranger off.
" My name is Shags, and I'll be taking very good care of you... Here. "
This hand with fingers so thin and long closes in on your face, and while the motion isn't quick or aggressive, it still feels the same as watching a large bug crawling closer to you, with no way of stopping it. It settles upon your smooth skin with an eerie gentleness, stroking lightly down your cheek. It's a challenge not to start hyperventilating, but you manage, mostly because your mouth is taped shut.
" Ah... You. You don't know me... " He starts after an uncomfortable pause, still resting his cold hand on your cheek, something raspy and wanton under his breath. " But I know you so well we might as well be lovers- You and I. "
That grin wobbles, the shroom withdraws to frame his notebook with both hands, displaying it to you as if it were a relic of unspeakable value. There's nothing amiss about its exterior, black, A5 size, sporting a strap.
You can't help but eye it warily nonetheless.
" Let me show you... "
The monster shifts, dark droplets of his own ink falling onto the ground when he settles right beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, the chains connected to the heavy collar around your neck don't allow you to squirm away too much. You can only sob, something he apparently ignores.
The first page of the sketchbook is shown to you, sporting your full name and birthdate, zodiac sign, a very rudimentary scribble of your home in the street you reside in followed by your address.
Information that would have made you nauseous were you not already caged in this man's art studio like an animal.
" That is all... Not very important right now- "
When he flips the page hurriedly, you don't fail to spot even more information on its back, something that looked like your parents' names and medical data that seemed like your blood type. His motions make the rest illegible.
On the right side is a clump of text.
" We met, a few months ago... "
No you didn't.
You never fucking met this man.
" Ah, I can... See the look on your face. You don't recall it. That's okay, it must have been... Seconds. Less than that. You bumped into me. At the street fair. "
You wrack your mind, you damn near claw at it.
Nothing.
From all the fairs you've been to, not a single jumbled face so much as loosely resembles this Shags person.
" What a... Dreadful summer, that was. " He groans. " It was too hot... To be in any crowd. But I- I wanted... Something from a wood carving stand. This beautiful... Little house, with engravings. "
There's a pause.
" You wanted it too... I saw you looking at it, in my hands... So sad. You were beautiful -always are, my inkling- More so than the house... "
A giggle rises in Shag's tone.
" So I just... Put it back down on the display, a-and you were so excited by... My kindness, that you bumped past me to get it, ha hahh... "
A house... A wood carved house.
You do have something like that in your home.
Right, in your living room, on a shelf, next to some books.
The fact that he might not just be pulling this out of his ass is haunting.
" Ever since then I've... Wanted nothing more than to love you. "
The shudder that descends your spine is visceral.
He turns the page, revealing drawings.
Pencil sketches of you.
Surprisingly realistic renditions of you. In the middle of everyday tasks.
You hanging laundry outside, smiling.
You at your preferred supermarket looking at the cereal shelves.
You sitting at a Cafe, playing a game on your phone.
Shags keeps turning the pages.
You walking a friend's pet with them. You know this person, but the monster only bothered to give them a basic outline.
You struggling to carry too many bags home.
You having an argument in public while on a call.
It sucks you in.
The sheer detail in every piece is astounding. He remembers little details about your anatomy that go unnoticed by everyone. The little sign on your arm that he never misses, the shape of your nose, every limb proportion kept consistent and accurate throughout these pages. The life imbued into your expressions make them seem as if taken straight from photos. When it's visible, your face seems to always intentionally be the center of every sketch.
" Do... Do you like them? I like to think I got everything right... " Shags murmurs, paying attention to your complexion. " But- Ah, I appreciate feedback, if you have... Concerns. "
Yeah. Privacy concerns.
The next page he turns, Shags visibly hesitates.
The drawings have shifted in nature.
No longer are these taken from the perspective of someone looking in from a distance, these are... Much closer in proximity to you.
In closeness to your dormant figure.
Your face stops being the focus point, giving way to a carnal attentiveness that now settles on the meat of your legs, the softness of your chest and specific evocative posing.
There's no doubt he drew you sleeping soundly on your bed. In sets of pajamas you own.
Your stomach turns on itself.
" Oh- Ah- These may... " A shade of teal settles on his face.
This lunatic has the audacity to blush before you.
" No. No, you need to know... To see... How I want you. It is not something I should keep... From you. "
The next page is worse.
Your pajamas are now adjusted, pulled away and bunched up to reveal your breasts. Another one has your shorts around your knees, panties nudged aside to uncover your bare pussy. One where your behind is uncovered by a pushed up night gown.
He's... Arranging your body while you sleep? He breaks into your home to do this to you?!
Your sleep is not that deep! You'd have woken up! How?!
You know these aren't just sketches based off his animation, because not only are the pillows the same you own- Those are your genitals... The size and shape of your tits, the way you groom your body hair...
This monster has been in your home doing unspeakable things to you all this time.
If Shags exposed you in order to make sketches, then certainly, he's done more.
Those greasy, disgusting mitts must have touched you in ways no one has the right to.
And you woke up, every single day, none the wiser to the way you'd been molested, violated, in your own bed.
The next set of sketches feature you fully naked, posed purposefully, legs parted in several ways and arms above your head- Undenyingly an attempt to make you look inviting and salacious, even as your eyes remain closed in oblivious slumber.
God, he even knows how your folds typically rest.
More of these, too many, ones where his own hand features, as if he were cradling you while drawing- The sketches seem shakier, more chickenscratch than fluid lines, but you can tell, you can see what's being done to you, to your body to your self-
You start rocking again, whimpering, wrenching your gaze away. You don't want to know. You shouldn't know more. This is enough. This sick fuck showed you enough.
Shags gasps, noting the pebbling skin on your arms and the frozen, rigid shock on your face.
" Hhrn- I guess. I guess it might be... Too soon. "
A touch to your chin has you almost jumping out your skin.
" Inkling... Ah. You must be hungry. Thirsty. I'll bring you a soup... "
You think you might vomit if he tries to feed you anything.
With some force, he's able to pull your gaze towards him again.
" Then- We can wash you a-and, I have your cage ready upstairs. "
...
Did he just say a fucking cage?
Oh God.
Oh fuck.
He thought this through more than you can guess probably.
Upstairs. This really is some kind of basement.
When Shags gets up, you pause to evaluate things once more.
The dust collecting on everything, the stale air... The way the floorboards dig into your skin. These rusting chains and the tape on your mouth.
Going upstairs might be healthier. Might get you a bit closer to reaching help, or even just figuring out where the fuck you are.
You're going to have to play this freak's game for a while.
As sickening as it sounds. As vile as the very idea is.
" I will be... Right back! Don't move, my muse. "
And the worst part is that he's already visibly hard. God help you.
Through the bile trying to make its way past your throat, you force out a nod, spotting the surprised flinch he couldn't mask at such a response.
Shags makes another wobbly smile and gently closes the shrieking door, leaving you with the dust.
How would Shags and Santi get along? Comrades in debauchery, or would they generally dislike each other? I can see Santi and him discussing the kind of art that Shags likes to make!
Oh for sure comrades in debauchery.
Shags is perverted by nature, somewhat shameless, and most of all- Curious. If Santi looks mildly receptive (which he always does), then Shags is bound to approach him and ask all manner of questions that woud make a normal person try to escape the interaction immediately. Santi is no regular chap however, he enjoys spilling the nitty-gritty details of his work to anyone who seems less squeamish, such as Shags. Likewise, Santi is all about exploring different facets of sex and sensuality, so he'll probe Shags for his input in more artful ways to appeal and perform. He's even likely to pay for a sketch, just because.
Santi and Shags are the duo you can find in a corner hastily muttering to each other and exchanging quiet gasps.
Together, they enjoy steadily overwhelming someone, still giggling and cooing as four hands easily pick and pluck the finest reactions.
Okay so I've fallen hard for your mushroom boys so i have a few questions about their species and them if that's alright!! Also sorry if this is a lot of questions haha,,
Species:
Okay so most of the mushroom monsters you've described have been pretty normal (well, not normal but like. In the shape of a average one lol) and im curious like, how would a mushroom monster that's a shelf mushroom monster look? After all, I dont think they have stems, they're just caps? Or maybe a puffball mushroom! Big ol boy!
If a mushroom monster was sick, how would that work? Would they start wilting? Do their caps get effected? For ones like Shags, does it effect their ink distribution?
Questions for morell!
How would he react to a piggy that can't taste? Maybe because their taste buds were burned, or their tongue was just gone entirely who knows.
How about a piggy whos SUPER allergic to certain foods? Or like that one girl who can only eat like, 14 types of foods and is allergic to pretty much everything else. Especially if piglet gets so annoyed because his food looks and smells so good!!! But will literally go into anaphalyctic shock if they eat it. (Does that stop them? ...no.)
I know he doesn't take pigs who are pregnant / kids due to the hunter law stuff, but how would he react if one was accidentally brought in? Like maybe a woman who wasn't physically showing yet or having a cryptic pregnancy (which are TERRIFYING i can't lie), or a kid accidentally got mixed in with the wrong place.
Would he ever take a mushroom monster or other monster partner or is he purely human lover? If so, are there certain monsters or behaviors he's enjoy from that?
Questions for Shags!
Same as the last question for Morell—would he like having a mushroom partner or another monster? If so, what would he like in them?
How would he react to an inkling who self-harms similar to him, not for depression or anything (maybe it started out that way), but because it looks good & feels nice?
I read that Shags has met Mothman and so: what if he had a moth partner? Silly guy (genderneu term for me) who sees Shags in a forest and goes "??? Lamp??? Where light????" Flying over, entirely oblivious that he is, in fact, a living person. Moth inkling who will now not leave him alone until they 'fix his light'.
How would Shags be as a father? What would his baby be like? Would his inkling struggle a lot like piglet because of the ink? Wait. Do. Do baby ink shrooms HAVE ink??? That sounds like hell to work with oh gosh.
[Some of these have already been answered. These are a lot of questions, so answers will be short.]
I kinda leave wiggle room for the looks. Mushroom monsters can have all kinds of cap shapes, be it bubbly and perky or saggy and droopy- Very voluminous and wet or flat and somewhat dry-ish.
What happens when a shroom gets sick?
Their caps will show it first, because that's the best way to read their overall health. A shroom's cap may:
Wilt around the edges;
Become unnaturally dry and flakey;
Lose shape;
Drastically change pigment;
Bloat and even explode (lethal);
Rot (deadly);
Cap auto-cannibalism (also deadly);
Etc...
For ink-producing shrooms, a variety of other symptoms may pop up, such as:
Complete dryness;
Overwhelming ink-production;
Foam-like consistency;
Overly thick ink;
Pigment in the ink;
Cap "clogging" (blockage, like having clogged nostrils but if it could kill you)
How does Morell deal with a Piglet who can't taste?
He's disappointed, obviously. But at the end of the day, it's more important to him that you're eating well, regardless of being able to taste things or not.
It is interesting to see you eat a dish most humans find the taste of repulsive though.
How does Morell deal with severe allergies?
Simple. He avoids them. Morell has no desire to trigger any severe shock or minor allergic reaction. He'll ask about your food allergies, and if you're difficult about it, he'll have Patches test you for a definitive list.
Even if your pool of safe food is extremely small, the chef will get crazy with dish presentation and other embezzlements in order to create artificial variety.
How does Morell deal with pregnant humans or kids?
They're returned to their estimated areas of extraction, with no memory of where they were prior.
Morell will never knowingly butcher a child or a pregnant woman. It's the job of suppliers to check before delivering anything to him. He can accidentally butcher a pregnant woman who isn't visibly gravid, which is upsetting to the chef. He'll discard the unexpected organic matter.
Would Morell or Shags take monster lovers?
Morell could try, it wouldn't work out. His fetish for humans is too tempting.
Shags would. However, he's still a humanfucker (as are all monsters here). He has no preference.
Shags with a inkling who self-harms for the same reasons?
It'll mostly spur his obsession further. There's some concern since you're unable to heal your body from scars and amputation the way he is.
He'd like to carve into you one day, make something beautiful on your body.
Shags with a moth partner
Possible. He does have an interest in all kinds of cryptids, and he is mildly lamp shaped.
Shags as a father
Soft-spoken. Has a tendency to be permissive and sometimes exposes his own child to things that are a little too macabre.
He wants to foment every creative impulse his own child has, and actually stops self-harming for the sake of not transmitting that to the kid.
He's extremely involved in his child's life, because his parents were emotionally absent from his.
The baby
Depends. Is he having a child with a human? With another monster?
They will certainly inherit dad's eccentric style. Maybe be a great artist or a critic. Maybe they'll speak quietly like him.
Baby shrooms and ink
Ink-producing shrooms typically start producing ink around early teenagehood, as a part of the puberty process- Where all kinds of changes take place. During this phase, they should be taught self-care regarding their ink, have some changes in wardrobe, and typically learn to study their own health through their ink.
reaction from Obie, Shags, Xiko, and Mooncalf when their obsession falls asleep against them?
You fall asleep against them
Obie finds this extremely adorable. He's careful about making less noise chewing or touching bags. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably his happy rumbling that lulled you to sleep. A clean hand gently scrapes clawtips against your scalp as he prepares to doze off as well.
Shags is thrilled. Not many people would feel comfortable dozing off against someone so lanky and oozing. He was midway through an aimless ramble about cryptids when he realizes his soft murmuring tone might have caused you to fall asleep a while ago. The shroom gently tries to hold you closer to himself, swooning.
Xiko likes it when you fall asleep on his lap. He's often in long phone calls with people, and you're tugged along so he can entertain himself with contact. He laughs inwardly at the sight of you, making a silent promise to take you out and buy something nice for behaving so well. You deserve it.
Mooncalf stays still like stone. He's not usually this calm, so it may be true that he wanted you to fall asleep. He's got a surprise planned for you, so the fae merely listens to your smooth heartbeat as he brings you to his pocket cottage and disposits you in a fluffy bed. It should smell like you.
(Sorry, should have specified, it’s for the monsters of yours that also eat people ~)
" I’m a vegan, which means I only eat humans if they give me their express consent. "
Morell: (he looks at you like you're dumb) " Yer still eatin' meat. "
Shags: (he leans in) " Cruelty free? I bet it's such an intimate process, please tell me more. "
Sybastian: (he squints skeptically, not at all buying this)
Obie: (he snorts) " I didn't know you guys were vegetables. "
Vorago: (he seems truly excited to hear this) " I admire your policy! It's something I've been trying to inspire in Gluttony. "
Berle: (he blinks) " ... I think you mean you sign contracts with them, lollipop? Which is honestly very smart, it could save you from some trouble, though I think that's just illegal for human societies no matter what- So you're still at a risk, don't think it means vegan though. "
Vorticia: (she rolls her eyes, reminded of someone) " That iss not susstainable. Abandon ssuch fantasies. "
