“I’ve decided that I was most amused with my recent physical manifestation.” Exy nods thoughtfully. “So now I am going to start my own ask box. Avail yourself of my wisdom.”
(Welcome to The ExperimEntity’s ask blog, for more info check out the FAQ/Rules page this in character ask blog is primarily text. The lovely image in this first post was done by the amazingly wonderful @hugs-and-stabbies.)
“Dude I have a crazed half daughter who kidnapped joey last blight season this family is fucked in the head. Although better then hanging with the king in yellow.”
"My dearest, you have spent way too much time with the mortals of you believe our nature out of the ordinary. I think it hurtful to hear you say such unkind words. But-" he places a finger at his chin, as if deep in thought. "I heard that the mortals used to use soap to remove all the foul words from another's mouth. Perhaps our newest Entity, who enjoys experiments, would like to test that theory out?"
A little update: I'm currently in the process of re-doing my OCs and making an actual character sheet for them. I will not be engaging in RPs currently, but you may notice me taking part in some single post shenanigans. Once I finish the character sheets (which may take some time as I'm not the fastest when it comes to art) I am considering forming a single blog for all of my muses. I'll see how that goes when I'm closer to the end. Until then, hope you're having a lovely 2022
“I honestly don’t know what’s up with the whole ‘reproduction’ thing. Some say we come from eggs, some we come from live birth, and then there’s entities like my friend Bastard who just kinda… Popped into existence.” NTT seems chill about all this. It’s not like mortals are actually important or anything. “But hey, look at the bright side! The more Entities there are, the more food we have to bring into the fog. So you existing food can have more friends!”
"I didn't 'pop' into existence, darling. A piece of fog tore off from the rest and gained consciousness. And that became me." The Bastard huffed in annoyance with his arms crossed over his chest. "At least it wasn't a repulsive process, and I have no ties. I was made perfect from the start"
A familiar looking claw swiftly comes down and taps Steve on the head, his eyes go blank and white. He stands there like he’s an unaware zombie.
An echoey yet deep and smooth voice fills the air. “I see you have been enjoying this peek into my specimens daily routine.”
“I wish to do some catolouging of his quirks and perhaps reweave bits of his soul.” A figure appears out of the thick fog of the realm.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m what you would call the Entity…. Well to be more precise, I’m one of them.” The being stretches his arms and tilts his head as if testing them out. The familiar claws of the Entity click and clack behind his back.
“My fellow Entity’s and those who know of my existance call me the ExperimEntity or Exy for those who wish quicker and more casual mortal conversations.” He strokes his greying hair with one of his claws appearing to be pushing it back.
“This Steve specimen will be out of commission for a short time, as I assess him.” he explains.
“But it will not take my full attention and I have decided to grace you with answering your questions if you have queries that I am willing to answer.” He appears mildly amused.
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OOC MUN: Sooo welcome to the ExperimEntity event, it’s something i’ve been thinking of since the last blood gala, old ideas behind link.
Goggles Steve ( @askgogglessteve ), James ( @silent-daylight-james ) and Ghostface(Roman)( @dbd-ghostface-roman ) have had their blogs co-opted by the Entity and he’s willing to interact/answer questions for those who have them.
So send those asks and I hope you have as much fun interacting with Exy as I have had coming up with this idea.
Also thanks to the most amazing @hugs-and-stabbies for the art piece of Exy and @the-bastard-entity for infecting me with the brain weasels and giving me this idea.
It had been so long since the Bastard got a chance to see his favourite girl. He had grown used to calling her that, and still, Samantha had managed to skip his mind on a couple of occasions. The survivor had spent a long time alone with Jed, cast into a time bubble where no trials or interruptions occurred. Not seeing her for so long made the Entity miss the feeling of her body beneath his fingers. Luckily, the Bastard didn't have to wait any longer.
So beautiful, the god thought when she finally laid before him. All skin revealed to his hungry gaze offering a tempting sight. Sam was a perfect toy waiting obediently for his touch - her wrists above her head bound with soft thread, and her eyes covered with a red blindfold. For once, her mouth lacked the typical gag. The rule was that she was not allowed to speak, and in exchange, he would keep their shared time enjoyable.
The Bastard's long cool fingers gently traced over her stomach, watching her shiver every so often. Occasionally, his strokes would shift lower, over her pubic region. That hand would then come off her body, hovering for a short moment, teasing that he just might do something, before it returned to that midpoint away from any sensitive regions. Rarely, the Entity's hand would drop down lower, promising the much-needed contact, only to caress her inner thigh for a couple of short strokes.
During his teasing, the Bastard remained silent except for the occasional chuckle or a sharp inhale. His curious eyes observed each flinch, each shift of her body just as his ears enjoyed each needy whine. Sam had to be patient, the Entity wanting to stretch their time as much as he could. She was his, and he was the one in control.
The other hand moved in closer, and instead of shifting down, like the other, the plates of his fingernails brushed up the chest and between her breasts. The thumb of the Entity's previous hand shifted closer to Sam's warmth but never left her thigh brushing slowly up and down over the trembling muscles. Pads of his fingers gently brushed beneath one of the breasts before the Bastard's whole hand cautiously took hold of it for a gentle squeeze. All fingers slowly began nearing closer to each other, almost closing around the nipple, only to return to that wave pattern of shifting back and forth.
One of the smooth digits, coated in something slick, focused on drawing circles around Samantha's areola. The action was performed in sync with the gentle rubs of a thumb just above her navel. Even when the Bastard pinched on her erect nub, the touch was still gentle, careful not to cause her any pain.
Whatever the Entity was using on her skin smelled of lemons, but wasn't affecting her as much as the spit. It only added to the pleasant sensation, causing the digits to slide with ease.
Through the constant teasing, Sam still managed to notice the unexpected touch of a third hand. It brushed over her thigh whilst the other two still focused on her breast and stomach. She didn't remember anybody being in the room with them but was given no opportunity to question it as the soft fingers of a fourth limb pressed into her mouth.
“Shh, shh. There, there~” the Entity hushed her and chuckled in amusement. It seemed that he had noticed her worry and didn’t want to explain what was happening. Instead, he allowed all four palms to grope and caress her. And even when a fifth hand joined in to take hold of her ankle, he still remained quiet.
There was an unexpected feeling of a warm breath on her crotch. She could feel someone’s head appear between her legs and a moist tongue lapping up the wetness she was so eagerly producing. The muscle too was slow in its movements, pressing flat at her entrance and licking up her clit only to suck on it ever so softly. It twirled around the sensitive nub and returned to pressing flat against the opening.
“A good little slut as yourself can’t be satisfied with just two hands, am I right?~” the teasing voice was now by her ear. Warm breath tickled her nape with each spoken word. But even though this was the Bastard’s voice, she could also feel his iconic spit warm her body from where it was focused on licking her up.
More and more spit mixed with her natural juices, the Entity not bothered by any climaxes she might have reached. More fingers used the opportunity to gather the slick and press into the coated ring of muscle breaching it with ease. Two digits pushed in, thrusting at a slightly faster pace.
All of the movements seemed to gain some speed, slowly overwhelming the survivor. It was becoming difficult to tell how many hands and lips were abusing her body. What Sam could’ve been certain of was that the torture would not end until the Entity was satisfied.
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The Bastard observed his creation with curious eyes. It had been so long since they appeared in an empty pocket dimension lit up by a replica of the mortal sun. At the time, the Entity wondered how much pain the vampire could stand and how long it would take for Carson to break apart.
They were both affected by the fiery globe. However, it seemed like whilst the light only affected the Bastard's eyes, when it came to Carson, the killer had also experienced mild skin irritation. It was something that only stirred the Entity's hunger further, and it pushed the god to rid the killer of his clothes despite the other's protests.
What the object of his experiment wanted to say was of no interest to the Bastard. Carson was quickly trapped with tendrils to permit ease of movement for the god, and a gag was forced into the vampire's mouth. The fangs would be examined last when the killer was no longer full of fight and bite, meaning that access to them was not required. Most importantly, the Bastard didn't want to risk getting his flesh pierced. Even if in doing so Carson would only cause more pain to himself.
The experiment started casually. Simple slicing of the skin to see if it would regenerate. When the warm crimson continued their flow, the Entity considered the possibility that Carson needed time to heal but he was quick to realize that the vampire required blood to do so. It was a fascinating find that offered multiple opportunities. He could break the killer apart and then heal him back to the original state without having to kill him.
No notes were taken, all of the information staying inside of the god's mind. And he did not speak, fully focused on his work. Not once did the Bastard use words to stir his victim. But the killer was offered small breaks, the Entity always wiping any blood and preparing new items for the next test like a scientist or a doctor would.
This time what appeared on the side table was a steaming bucket and a pair of tongs. The tendrils performed their role and rotated the body they held pressing Carson into the table that appeared beneath him. They made sure to hold the killer securely not allowing him to make even the smallest of movements. And then, the Entity took the tongs into his hand and dipped them into the bucket.
"This is an interesting thing I have prepared. I heard that mortals use these to relax" just as he said those words, the Bastard pulled out a steaming round stone. The water droplets slipped off from its surface falling to the table and still letting off steam. "Apparently, gentle heat can relax the muscles. However… I wasn't informed of what the right temperature is."
Once the stone was set on delicate skin, the irritation caused by the sun immediately increased. By the time the second stone was placed, Carson was already thrashing in his bindings. By the time a third stone was added, the first burn had gained ugly blisters. That didn't stop the Entity from adding two more.
Another pause in the torture. A small break for the Bastard rather than Carson, considering how the hot stones stayed on the killer's back sinking into his skin. But those eyes of gold held no empathy for his victim. They were only full of curiosity, as he observed his creation already deciding what he should try out next.
