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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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dayasco blasphemy au (?) dunno what to call this still lol but here is the long awaited and highly requested part 2 👀✞☠︎︎ (part 1)

*cw: SMUT, religious themes, etc.*

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"Dayaaa," Bosco called as she walked through the door, drawing out her name.

She quickly made herself at home before prancing over to where Daya was sitting on her couch, sprawling out on top of her.

"Oh god, what is it," Daya asked, eyes rolling at the mischief in the other woman's tone.

"I had an idea."

"Oh no not again,"

"I'm serious. And I think you're gonna like it, whether you wanna admit it or not."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Bosco dragged her fingertip across the exposed skin on Daya's chest. "It means I've been thinking about some things we could do together now that we've discovered your little kink."

Daya froze, feeling the words catch in her throat and warmth rising in her cheeks. "W-what? I don't have—"

"No, no, don't even try to deny it," Bosco cut her off, "Not after you came all over my fingers while confessing your sins to me." Daya felt her insides burn at the memory.

Bosco continued, "I was thinking, that you and I could maybe...go to a little service this weekend?"

Daya's heart dropped at the suggestion. "Like a church service? Are you crazy??"

"Come onnn, it will be fun. I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Daya deadpanned with a scoff.

"So you're in?" Bosco asked.

Daya was at a complete loss for words, mouth hung open in hesitancy. She looked into Bosco's eyes and could see that they were not joking, making her stomach flip. She felt her skin prickle, and Bosco's smirk grew wider the longer she stuttered over her answer.

"I...I–no, uh, it's just—"

"Ohh you're really into it, aren't you," they chuckled, "I can tell you are."

Daya gave an exasperated sigh, both embarrassed and frustrated that Bosco could read her like a book and tease her relentlessly for it. Bosco couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Daya's flustered state, just from bringing up the topic.

“Look, we don't have to if you really don't want to, but I found a place close by that doesn't require a membership or anything and lets anyone in," Bosco assured Daya. "Also, no one will suspect a thing, and I'll make sure to take really good care of you, okay?" Bosco asked.

Daya couldn't deny that the idea excited her, but she felt like the answer was stuck in her throat. She nodded meekly. Bosco grinned at her response, "Good, it's a date then." Bosco pressed their lips quickly over Daya's hot skin before climbing off of her, opting to sit next to her now.

Daya exhaled shakily, her stomach already churning at the idea of what was in store for that Sunday, which at the same time, couldn't come soon enough.

When it finally did, Daya woke up early to get ready for the morning service they planned on attending.

She rummaged through her underwear drawer, pulling out a dark red, lacy lingerie set. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said under her breath before putting it on. On top, she wore a simple modest dress. She put on just a little makeup and brushed out her shaggy hair. She looked quite put-together and unassuming. Perfect.

Bosco's hand rested on her thigh the whole drive there, her thumb rubbing up and down absentmindedly over her dress. The ten-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Walking up to the front doors of the church, she couldn't help the twinge of anxiety that swirled about inside her. She remembered how often she used to attend Sunday services throughout the entirety of her childhood and teenage years. How often she'd feel guilt-tripped to the moon and back every time she'd go simply because the church said her actions and thoughts were sinful and that she’d end up in hell. Her hand clutched nervously at Bosco's, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeves.

The service had already started, but other people were still filtering in along with them, so Daya was relieved they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. They found a spot on the pews as far back and off to the corner as possible. Daya breathed a sigh of relief when Bosco led her to a spot where no one was really around them, or in the same row at least.

The service was well on its way by the time they sat down, the choir singing away to the tune of a hymn Daya vaguely recognized.

The first few minutes were mundane, but it wasn’t long before Daya felt Bosco’s hand find its way back to her leg, tapping it as a signal to uncross them. Daya immediately did as directed, and Bosco's hand slowly started inching further up her inner thigh, making her breath shudder. She tried to close her legs and press her thighs together just a little, but Bosco swatted them back open enough for her to have easy access. Thankfully no one was close enough to be suspicious of what was happening.

As the priest stood at the podium ready to give the sermon, Bosco's hand kept wandering, making Daya squirm. She was taken off guard by Bosco's fingers suddenly moving up to rub gently at her clit over her panties. She jolted, almost letting a whine slip out before she recovered, masking it with a cough.

"Bosco," Daya hissed under her breath.

Bosco held back a delighted smile. "What?" She whispered, "Is this not why we're here? Just be quiet and pay attention, princess."

"I-I can't when you're doing that."

"Sure you can. And you will."

Daya's mind started to go fuzzy, the sermon fading into white noise, but she tried as hard as she could to keep attention as the priest spoke.

"...See how people call on God's name or use the name of his son Jesus as if it were no more than common foul language, or drag the name of Christ into the gutter with all the contempt you can muster. Or worse, stand by and do nothing while others do so. What does scripture teach us about that? It is the one unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit. James 3:6 says, 'The tongue is a fire…[it] is placed among the parts of our bodies; it pollutes the whole body, sets the course of life on fire, and is set on fire by hell.' The tongue is what can commit the ultimate sin..."

"How fitting," Bosco remarked against Daya's ear in a low voice, making her shiver.

Bosco's hand never ceased its motions, barely using any pressure to tease her. She was already soaked through her panties, making Bosco feel like she might start to lose control of herself.

It drove Daya insane, she could barely sit still. She swore she could taste blood from how hard she was biting the inside of her lip, doing everything in her power to not rut into Bosco's hand or make any noise. It felt so incredibly wrong, but it also made her head swirl with the pure lust overcoming her.

"Bosco, please," Daya whispered harshly, her voice nearly cracking. A few people in front of them turned their heads for a moment to look at them, but the pews blocked their view enough so no one got too suspicious.

"Baby, you gotta keep your voice down, we don't wanna get caught," Bosco warned in a hushed tone.

"Please I can't take the teasing anymore."

"Just a little longer. Wait til the sermon is over, okay?"

Daya nodded, pressing her lips together. Bosco could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, a pink flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Daya looked so perfect like this, trying her hardest to keep it together under her touch. Bosco was high on the power she held over her.

Bosco could tell the priest was nearing the end of his spiel, so she decided to push Daya even further for the last few minutes. She kept her eyes forward the whole time, not even glancing at her as she pushed her panties to the side and ran her middle finger along her bare pussy.

Daya wasn't expecting the direct contact, taking everything in her power to hold back a yelp. She slapped her hand over her own mouth to block the desperate sounds that threatened to spill out. Bosco couldn't help the amused look on her face as she continued to gently stroke her, sliding her finger through her wetness. Daya was gripping the seat of the pew like her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white.

The sermon couldn't possibly end soon enough. As soon as the congregation gave a resounding "Amen", the two of them were out of there. They tried to get out of their seats as hastily as they could without drawing too much attention to themselves, despite a handful of heads turning their way as they left the sanctuary.

As soon as they were out of the main sanctuary and back into the mostly empty lobby, Bosco spotted what looked like a supply closet and quickly dragged Daya inside before anyone could see.

Bosco slammed Daya against the wall and kissed her roughly, making her gasp. She wasted no time getting her hands all over Daya's body, scrunching up her pretty dress up around her waist to get her hands where she needed them. She got a full look at Daya for the first time in the dim light of the closet, seeing the bottom half of her lingerie under her dress. Garters that held up her stockings adorned her delicious thighs, and a sheen of slick coated the space between them. The sight sent a surge of arousal through Bosco as she claimed Daya's mouth with her own once again.

"Such a dirty girl," Bosco mumbled into her lips, "dressing up like a little slut in the house of God."

The choir had resumed their singing after the sermon, the muffled sounds of liturgic songs and hymns coming from the other room. It only added to Daya's guilt that mixed with arousal, reminding her of how wrong, yet so deliciously right, this was.

She whimpered, feeling Bosco's hands squeeze and grab at her. She felt so filthy, but it was so hot at the same time. Bosco slotted one of their thighs between her own as her kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin.

"Oh God," Daya rocked her hips, trying to get what friction she could. She could feel the hard outline of Bosco’s strap against her hips, the realization that she had it on the whole time making her even wetter than she already was. She was so desperate for more she felt like she might combust if Bosco didn't give her what she needed soon.

"Please," Daya huffed, tugging at Bosco's shirt.

"Please what, angel?"

"Come on,"

"Say it, I wanna hear your filthy words."

"I-I need you,"

"Not good enough for me, baby. Beg for it. Give into the temptation. Tell me what you really want.”

Daya was getting frustrated. She wasn't usually the type to be so vulgar, but Bosco always managed to pull it out of her somehow. She decided to give in, pulling Bosco's hips tighter against her own, whining at the feeling of the bulge in her pants, "Please just fuck me already, I need you inside me so fucking bad," she whined, chest heaving.

"That's what I like to hear," Bosco grinned. She started unbuttoning her own shirt, "You act so innocent and pure, but I know deep down you're just a greedy whore, wanting to be used, to show everyone how much of a sinner you are."

Bosco flipped her around roughly, her front was pressed up against the wall. They yanked her soaked panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed and dripping for them. Daya couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat at being tossed around like some kind of toy being used.

Bosco unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough to take the strap she had on out of its confines. She hummed as she teased Daya's entrance with the tip of the dildo. She slid through her arousal before pushing all the way into her, forcing a guttural moan out of her when she bottomed out.

"Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby. You don't want the whole congregation finding out how much of a slut you are," she said in a gravelly voice. She punctuated her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, thrusting into Daya and making her moan again, "or, maybe you do."

Bosco started slow, running her hands up and down Daya’s waist and relishing in how it drew strangled sounds from her that she was trying so hard to hold in. The wet sounds that filled the room as she slid in and out of her were obscene, only adding to how heated the whole situation was.

Daya whined needfully, trying to push her hips back into Bosco’s thrusts, “Bosco…need more.”

“More what, baby?” Bosco knew what she was asking for, but loved forcing the words out of her. Corrupting Daya's sweet and innocent mouth with curses and foul language brought them more satisfaction than they cared to admit.

“Just…fuck me harder please,” Daya’s cheeks burned red.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Bosco obeyed her request, building up a quick pace while the sound of skin slapping together filled the small room. Their breathing became labored and low moans escaped between hot breaths on Daya's neck. They reached around, moving their hands up from her waist to fondle her tits from behind, making the taller girl groan.

Daya's hands clung above her head, nails raking along the smooth wall in the absence of something to grasp and cling to while pleasure coursed through her. "Oh my, god, Bosco, Jesus, fuck, so, ah- good,” Daya chanted like a prayer in time with Bosco’s thrusts.

"What would everyone think if they could see you right now?" Bosco growled, still pounding into Daya. "If everyone knew you were in here, bent over and begging for me to fuck you senseless while they all pray to God. Taking me inside your pretty cunt like a whore while they pray for salvation in the next room. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you..."

Daya didn’t answer, too far gone to say anything coherent other than a slight nod and a few incoherent curses and babbles. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her skin as Bosco’s hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her yelp.

“Wouldn’t you?” Bosco repeated sternly.

“Y-yes,” Daya mustered, barely able to find the words, “Fuck. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

"I'm so close,"

"I know, baby."

Bosco doubled down on her efforts, arousal burning within her at the sight of Daya become such a mess. Watching her be so overcome with pleasure that all thoughts left her brain made Bosco feel dizzy.

"Bosco, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm—"

Bosco reached a hand down to rub her clit fast and hard to send her barreling over the edge. Daya nearly yelled as she came, and Bosco quickly muffled her cries by shoving their fingers into her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she released herself onto the strap, her cum dripping onto Bosco's pants as she was fucked through it. Bosco watched the muscles in her thighs twitch and her knees buckle from the intensity as she came down.

"God, Daya," Bosco hissed, watching her fall apart.

They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as the muffled sounds of prayer from the sanctuary filled the tiny room once again in the absence of their heated moment.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Daya remarked with a weak laugh once she regained enough mental function to speak.

Bosco gave a breathless chuckle and turned her around to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

It wasn't long before Daya's hands were wandering lower to where Bosco ached for her. "What do you want, baby?" She asked against her lips.

"Mm, as fucking hot as that was, I'd rather wait til we get home first. I'll give you round two, okay?"

Daya smiled and nodded "Let's get out of here."

Bosco buttoned up her pants and shirt and then helped fix Daya up as best as she could, straightening out her dress, wiping where her mascara had run, and smoothing out her tousled hair with her fingers. Between the wet spot where Daya had dripped on Bosco's pants and the purple hickeys across Daya's neck, it was painfully obvious as to what they had just done. They just hoped no one would see their walk of shame as they walked out.

Bosco cracked open the door to see if they were safe to leave. The lobby had a few more people in it than before, but she figured if they waited too much longer it would only get worse when more people started making their way out. She grabbed Daya by the arm and speed-walked out of the building, keeping their heads down, and getting several dirty looks from people on the way out.

Once out of the building, they couldn't help but giggle, full of mischief and giddiness as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car to head back.

"Told you it would be fun," Bosco gloated.

Daya rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance. "We got so many dirty looks from old church ladies, we'll probably never be allowed back there," she laughed, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"Whatever, you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. You can show me how much you appreciated it when we get back," Bosco smirked.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

#i hope this was worth the wait heheh😈#warning they fuck in a church lol #i had to google a lot about christianity and church services for this💀#it was fun tho lol #dayasco #prompt #smut #blasphemy au #im going to hell

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spotsupstuff · 17 days

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day 22 and 25 -looks at date- or at least inspired by them

#rw #rw art month #rain world #rw lantern mouse #rw ancients #rw the murals #<- tag that will be used only by this blog i bet aint nobody poking Them bastards #philosophy sessions au #my art #one of my issues with DPs addition of the different ending for Surv. it's quite honestly just straight up throwing the original spiritual-#-message (that i got from it) out of the damn window. 'here's some pups!!!! here's your home!!!! then ur sib comes too!!!!' the whole-#-journey is for nothing. well at least one can get that ending only after already going through with the og that is well designed i admit #still too big an offense for me to consider adding the 'happy ending' into me interpretation/au. blasphemy... smh /lh

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spitinsideme · 2 months

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Forgot to mention that the lord shipping is for demon rag and nun pom, sr if there were any confusion

ita real its canon ghe lord is playong lesbian barbies with ragatha and pomni

#demom x nun au #demon ragatha #nun pomni #the lord is accepting of lesboans #he accepst blasphemy 🙏🙏

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shriggy-the-rat-king · 4 months

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Ianthony priest/demon AU because it's been on my mind since that promo was released. Yes, I'm still trying to write a fic about this but in the meantime i made art :3c

This was a bit of an experiment as it's a bit different than my usual style. I'm also trying to learn to use Clip Studio, so it was a fun exercise. Alternate version without the bi lighting under the cut!

#smosh #ianthony #ian and anthony #ian hecox #anthony padilla #smosh AU #blasphemy #??? just in case idk lmao #i can count on my fingers the times i've drawn jesus in my life and this. well this is certainly one of them #priest/demon ship #pastor ian #demon anthony #smosh fanart #funeral roast #are anthony's tattoos accurate? no <3 #i had fun drawing squiggles #if anyone from smosh by some joke of the universe sees this: i'm sorry and you're welcome i guess

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bon-sides-sw · 5 months

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Once Again, I'm OBSESSED with @tatooinetourism 's Blasphemous Fic Series!! (Explicit)

Had this one done sketched before the second fic dropped- Anyway those fics inspired me a lot!

#dinluke #star wars #bons art #my art #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #din djarin #skydalorian #fic inspired #modern au #blasphemy #father luke my beloved

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lorablackmane · 2 months

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It's time for ghosts y'all!! I wanted to make this post once I finished a chapter or 2 of my AU's fic, but I've talked about these lil fuckers so much w/ Teal in the past month I figured it might be best to make a post b4 that so ppl aren't confused in the future.

The premise of this AU is after the night after the King is defeated, everyone is celebrating! ...Until odd things start to appear in the House. A giant bloodsplatter in the Death Corridor and a trail of blood leading from it to the King's room. A shattered shelf and knocked over pot missing it's contents in the kitchen. A frozen body near the storage room.

One by one, ghosts created from the breaking points of Siffrin's wish start to appear, and they're here to stay! For better... or for worse.

Below is how each ghost was made, their wishcraft's scent (I put too much thought into this info so I'm adding it), and a bit about them!

(Cw for the ghost's stories below: death, suicide, allergy attack)

The Stoned - Created in Act 1 - Smells like Copper and Sugar

(This one will get a proper ref later bc this doesn't fully capture him)

Despite their looks, The Stoned is the calmest out of all of them, even though their death was one of the most painful. It happened so quickly and also messed up enough that the Wishcraft couldn't fix most of their body after the boulder disappears... so he can't feel pain anymore. He can't really feel much honestly there's... there isn't many nerves to feel with anymore. The additional lack of bones is a detriment to their ability to move, making them have to crawl around and continuously shift so they won't lose their balance until they get items like crutches and a wheelchair to help.

The Stoned doesn't know the horrors of the House and so are innocent in a way even Bonnie isn't. They never even it made it to the second half of the first floor! So a lot of the things the others talk about fly over their head. The others don't leave them out of talks about the House though! ...Not that the Stoned... really speaks - but it's the thought that counts!! They have their buddy to speak for them, anyway.

Just like how Loop's Wishcraft made their body unique, each ghost has their own lil quirk due to the Wishcraft that powers their bodies. The Stoned has the oddest one: due to their lack of most their bones their body is almost completely powered by Wishcraft that is activated by the air he breathes in. Because of this, he can actually almost flatten himself by releasing all the air inside themself, and will stay that way until he breathes back in. He can't move like that, but it does sometimes come in handy - by releasing some instead of all the air they can make themself slightly more compact to get into tight places!

The Silent - Created in Act 2 - Smells like Saltwater Taffy

The Silent is a fearful one, they remember the pain the House offers but cannot feel it. They only truly remember up to Bonnie accidentally pushing them, however they know so much more. Each time Siffrin touched a tear he gave them the memories of that run, but to the Silent it was less like a memory and more like watching a play. Detached from themself... yet the fear is there. They aren't like Stone who only remembers his death, they know the blessing was a curse wrapped in a pretty bow and the thought that what they see is only a fragment of the loops Siffrin went through... it makes them retreat into themself, especially bc they see their existence as unneeded bc well... Siffrin already exists. They don't need another to bother them.

It's much easier to stay put, to let them become one with the House as the tears intended. They don't need to breathe, to eat, or anything really so it's quite easy for them to do so! For them to just... exist. Hiding in plain sight, like the books hidden on shelves of the House written in their mother tongue. So this is where they stay, until one day maybe people can hear them speak once more. They do occasionally move, mostly when they hear that the Housemaiden's need the area they're in, but only when they're certain no one is looking.

When it comes to fight, flight, or freeze they choose freeze every time... which isn't helped by the quirk of their body's Wishcraft. The Silent can freeze anything up to the size of a medium bowl if they hold it for long enough. The Unseen will sometimes use this to pull pranks on people who upset them, stealing their umbrellas and placing them in The Silent's hold. They find this very petty... but they don't like moving bc a Housemaiden might see them and it is funny so they don't stop the two from doing so.

The Unseen(Left) - Created in Act 3 - Smells like Candied Pineapples

The left one is similar in personality to the Stoned as when they were created Siffrin knews that something was wrong, but still had hope that things were okay. They are an odd one: they see their accidental death as nothing in the grand scheme of things considering how many deaths already happened before them. If anything, he sees his death as a vital piece of showing their love to their family oddly enough! His memory is spotty, but the answer to Bonnie's question is forever engraved upon their skin so none of them will ever forget (even if most cannot see them anymore except outta the corner of their eye). There is a great sorrow in them though, after meeting their counterpart and discovering that there was so much pain afterwards - that like them this fact is engraved into their counterpart... but they'll stay with them, and maybe... they can bring some joy back to the right.

They help keep their counterpart's pranks in check, as unlike the right left remembers how fragile people are and doesn't see them as actors or dolls. Most of the pranks they plan are leaving lil letters with terrible puns around the House. Like you go into the bathroom, there's a letter tied to the handle of the sink. You open it and it says something like, "water you doin, handsome?" Stupid stuff like that, that makes them feel like the funnyjokespunperson they were before everything. A way to reclaim what the loops took from them both.

The Lonely - Created in Act 3 - Smells of Sugar and Moldy Cloth

This ghost is the culmination of so, so many fragments Siffrin left in between those walls. For a long time they did not remember anything besides the motions to get to the King, yet they could never defeat him. They couldn't survive his major attack, no matter what they did. It feels like at one point he could though... wasn't there a way? It isn't until the ghost event that they remember what they lost and while it felt absolute euphoria in that moment, after that the loneliness became soul crushing. The hunger for someone, anyone to be with them hurt so much! ...It made them remember why they forgot their family the first time.

The Lonely's quirk unlike most of the others isn't seared on their skin. No, the Lonely's ability is actually only really useful for dealing with The Unseen - anytime one of the others is in danger or about to do something dangerous they sense it. The Vengeful is constantly ringing this mental alarm, but it can't do anything to help due to it constantly moving so they don't even try with them. The Unseen though, it is often seen dragging them by the ears before they do something like unleash a barrel full of marbles in a hallway.

The Vengeful - Created in Act 4 - Smells of Steel, Salt, and Sugar

It is the culmination of the King's cruelty and Siffrin's agony, a beast made of anger, pain, and sorrow in equal measures. It hates the King both bc Siffrin did and bc it sees him at fault for it's creation as it doesn't know of Wishcraft as it was created right on the line between 3 and 4. That is why it tore his right hand off and stole the gauntlet upon it - a punishment for the action that created it and a trophy for it to wear as proof that, even after such a horrid deed, he didn't win. It runs away from the House and it's former family because of this memory - it cannot confront the people it feels it failed even with the knowledge they survived, that it's sin wasn't permanent. In it's eyes it will always exist. It's eye will sometimes gleam with the same shade as the one that appeared when the world was breaking!

The Vengeful is the only ghost no one is completely sure the location of due to it throwing itself out of the first available window after completing it's mission. It mostly stays in forests or caverns where it can easily hide, only going near towns if someone reminds it of the King. Once it has dealt with said person however it views it needs to, mostly by scaring them, it returns to it's current hiding spot. The Vengeful is a lonely one, but it's not ready to be near people for long periods of time. It's afraid that due to how it was created it'll bring bad luck to those it spends too much time with - how couldn't it? It was created from a person trapped in the middle of an hourglass until they drowned in the golden sands and by a man who saw his will as absolute, who caused so much agony. One day, though, it'll realize that isn't true... but it'll be quite a while.

The Unseen(Right) - Created in Act 4 - Smells like Steel and Sugar

This one is the closest in personality to Loop. It mocks even though it has no voice, they play with the people around it to remind themself they're real. Without the left the right Unseen would be much more dangerous as it is so desensitized to death they have forgotten what is actually dangerous and so some of their mischief has to be tempered by the left one to avoid killing those around them. For a very long time they view others, besides left, as merely actors in a similar vein as Loop, only referring to others via titles if it needs to interact with anyone and left doesn't control the writing pen. As time passes this trait slowly disappears, as the days show more changes like rain upon the rooftops or snow in the gardens, things it long forgot.

Together with their counterpart The Unseen are the ones who were left behind through actions seen as small, but were greater than thought. The ones who cannot be seen without drastically changing the views of ones most loved by the person they once were. And so they stay hidden from sight by their own Wishcraft... but that is a lonely way to live they discovered. The two of them alone cannot satiate their need 4 company. And so they do little things that are easily noticed so they can be seen without breaking their rule: walking around with open, stolen umbrellas or pulling little pranks.

Most Housemaiden's don't talk to them, because they never get an answer they assume they don't like talking. This isn't the case though they cannot tell them that... neither can speak. The left's throat is closed up and the right's is... well u can probably guess why theirs wouldn't work even if they had a mouth to speak with. The Lonely though does speak to them often - it has a chalkboard in the room it lives in inside the House for them to write lil questions or answers on.

#lbwriting #isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat au #Echoes of Loops AU #love these critters so much #they cause so many issues u have no idea #A lot of philosophy scholars will b having a field day exploring the questions these ghosts bring to Vaugarde #Bc that ghost might b committing blasphemy but does it count if they're not in ur religion? Can ghosts even commit blasphemy?#feel free to ask about them btw! I love talking about them if this very long post wasn't any indication

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valiantstarlights · 10 months

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Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) AU

I'm still feral over Kuroshitsuji so we're gonna have a Demon!Hob and Nobleman!Dream AU.

yes, I know I have already written demon!dream and priest!hob, but I wanna have demon butler!hob and monsterfucker nobleman!dream too 🥺

CW: dark! monsterfucking! slightly spicy

So. Okay. To start, the Endless and the Burgess families are business rivals. Randall Burgess wants to make his father proud, and decides that the way to do that is by attacking the Endless family in their own home by himself and some hired men.

He dies in the attempt.

The thing is, the Endless didn't even lay a hand on him. The people who killed him are the very same men he hired to help him attack the Endless mansion unprompted.

In the thugs' defense, they'd rather be alive with only half the payment that Randall gave them than fuck with the Endless. Most sensible folk don't, and unfortunately for Randall, the men he hired wanted to live more than they wanted to be rich.

They tell Roderick Burgess that it was the Endless who did it, though, because why damn themselves when reliable forensics doesn't exist, and Old Man Roderick already has confirmation bias?

Naturally, Roderick immediately believes them, and gets his revenge on the Endless by setting their mansion on fire, killing everyone in it except for Dream, who he had arranged to be kidnapped earlier in the night. Dream is the closest to Randall in age, and Roderick plans to sacrifice Dream to a demon to get his son back. A life for a life and all that.

And so Dream is gagged, then chained to a sacrificial altar in the basement while Roderick and the rest of his followers do a demon summoning ritual.

Except the demon they summoned is Hob, who finds Roderick's wish tedious. A life for a life? They summoned him all the way from Hell just for that? Please.

If Roderick had asked for his son back, as well as riches and fame, then Hob might consider negotiating with him. He has always loved greedy humans. They're more reckless, and they usually get killed within a year or two after the contract is sealed, leaving Hob free to take up another contract.

He has already hit quota in the 16th century actually, and is just doing this for fun, in case there are some humans with interesting enough deals willing to make a deal with him.

But a grieving father with no need for anything else but his stupid son back? Hob doesn't have time for that.

Just as Hob is about to leave, Dream manages to get free of his gag and calls attention to himself.

Hob sees him, feels the murderous aura coming from him, and thinks he'd rather make a deal with this one, actually. He's prettier than any human Hob has ever met, and he looks like he has a more interesting deal to offer him than bringing someone back from the dead.

"What about you, pretty thing?" Hob says to the beautiful being in chains on the altar. "You got a better deal for me?"

And listen. Dream is smart, so he knows not to ask to get his family and pet raven back after seeing how disinterested the demon looked after Roderick said his wish. But he's also very much not in the right state of mind to be making a deal with a demon. He needs a therapist.

Unfortunately, actual proper therapists do not exist back in the Victorian era, and Dream is in the anger stage of the five stages of grief.

He saw how the demon looked at him with lust. And the demon isn't bad-looking at all. Quite the opposite, actually. And so he thinks, fuck it.

If he's gonna be damned for eternity for wanting the entire Burgess family dead, then he better do a good job and actually wipe them off the face of the earth. From Roderick to his cult followers to the servants, all of whom did nothing when he begged them for help.

Everyone who has ever wronged him is going to pay, and he is going to stand over their corpses and laugh. And if he has a handsome demon by his side with his hands red with blood doing Dream's bidding? Then all the better.

Dream sends Roderick Burgess his most hateful look, then turns back to the demon patiently waiting for him to speak. "Help me get revenge on everyone who has wronged me and my family," Dream says, "and I will be yours forever."

And, well.

Hob can't say no to that.

Vengeance is his favorite kind of contract, and the prospect of having this beautiful man forever in exchange for doing a job he loves?

Hob gets to work.

After, when there's no one else left alive, Hob walks over the corpses in order to unchain Dream from the sacrificial altar. The nobleman is still mostly clean, with only a few blood splatters here and there marring his pale skin and white dressing gown. They must have kidnapped him while he was sleeping.

Hob makes sure to be gentle with him. The poor thing looks like he's already been through so much over the past day alone.

"You okay, lovely thing?"

Dream nods and allows the demon to remove his chains. He is not at all alright, but the sight of viscera and blood covering the entire basement apart from the sacrificial altar where Dream is, as well as the feeling of the demon's gentle hands upon him made him feel a sense of peace.

"I want to reward you for a job well done," he tells the demon, who laughs as the final set of chains is removed from Dream's ankles. His fangs look so very sharp in the candlelight.

"No offense, darling," the handsome demon says, "but what can you possibly reward me with?"

In response, Dream wordlessly opens his legs.

After, when Hob has Dream in his arms, both of them still lying on the stone altar, Hob thinks that he could get used to this. He has always longed to have someone who only belongs to him, and Dream's deal--and how he worded it, allows Hob to have him like this.

Even if Dream were to die, Lucifer Morningstar themself wouldn't own his soul, because Hob already has it, and it has been given to him fair and square and very enthusiastically.

Dream shifts in his hold so he is looking up at Hob while his head rested on Hob's hairy chest. His pale fingers feel lovely caressing his chest hair. "Something on your mind, Hob?"

"Nothing much, my lord," he replies. "Just thinking how this might be the best deal I've struck in ages."

The best deal period, but they've only just met, and Hob doesn't want to frighten Dream with how possessive he can get.

Dream ducks his head in shyness, which Hob thinks is adorable considering how barely five minutes ago, the man was on his cock, riding him like an experienced equestrian, and begging him to fill his belly with demon cum.

So yeah. Hob really lucked out.

What he doesn't know is that Dream ducked his head so he could smile a secret smile against Hob's chest, sated and victorious, his hole filled with a copious amount of demon cum, his nipples puffy and swollen, and his entire body still shaking intermittently with the pleasure of his last orgasm.

Hob made sure he had a really good time, and Dream is keen to ride him again as soon as his legs cooperate with him.

Were his very religious parents still alive, they would be scandalized to know that Dream gave his virginity to a demon. So in a way, it's good that they're already dead.

When he rebuilds the Endless mansion, he is going to have Hob fuck him in each and every room. As a reward for his continued service, of course, and not because he's already addicted to him.

The demon doesn't know yet how many enemies the Endless family has made throughout the years. He's going to be Dream's for life, and Dream is going to be his in death.

Like a true Endless, Dream has managed to strike a very good deal, and made the other party believe that it was them who struck a better deal.

Hob might get very angry with him once he finds out about the neverending vengeance plots he'll be helping Dream with, but Dream is determined to make it worth his while.

"What's on your mind, sweet Dream?" Hob asks, one hand grazing over the contract seal in the middle of Dream's chest, which was glowing as red as a ruby. The light will fade in time, he had been told, but for now, he would have to wear thicker upper garments to hide the glow.

"Nothing much," Dream says, echoing the demon's words from earlier. "Just how much I'm looking forward to our partnership."

#black butler AU #a.k.a. hob and dream are both dark and unhinged (and unapologetic about it)#as usual they are feral for each other at first sight #to my surprise there is almost no blasphemy in this #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #all I'm saying is if hob were a demon I'm willing to bet most of us would strike a deal with him 🤷‍♀️

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Rennala: This is the gas, it makes the car go. This is the brake, it makes the car stop. Any questions?

Radahn: What happens if I hit the gas and the brakes at the same time?

Rykard: The car takes a screenshot.

Rennala: Rykard, get out of the car.

#elden ring #incorrect quotes #modern au #suburb au #rennala of the full moon #general radahn #rykard lord of blasphemy

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oooookay, I'm not super versed in dsmp lore and I don't even really know the whole events in chronological order. but!!!! I love your monarchy restoration au. your art is so gorgeous. and the emotions there ... man

can you please give me some guideline of what should I know from the og lore to understand your au? or maybe some summary of your au?

just talk about it I really want to interact!!! :D

hi, editing Li here, the summary ended up being over 2k words. then I realised you asked for a summary to the AU, which is part of the masterpost. I went over the lore in brief, I promise it's just brief despite the length and doesn't tackle All there is to the SMP

okay, lemme try and speedrun the lore of the dream smp - given that the story of monarchy restoration centers around the Dream Team, or at least the parts that I shared, I'll be focusing on them. this will get long and I'm really sorry jghdfjd

the core ideas you should know is that: Dream, George and Sapnap were close friends, but they drifted apart as time went on due to conflicts on the server. Dream crowned George as King, but then due to George doing badly as a king and this position putting him in danger made him dethrone George, which made the rift between them grow. they were once inseparable, and now George and Sapnap thought of Dream as obsessed maniac who no longer cared for them as people. after Dream got put in prison and tortured, he broke out, and this is where the lore of Monarchy Restoration diverges from the original story of the SMP and becomes an AU, as instead of reuniting with Punz as intended, Dream is too weak and injured to do much and runs into George, who takes him in.

now for the Actual Lore Recap:

at the very beginning of it all, there were two friends - Dream and George. they found a little piece of the world for themselves, and everything was fine. then a third came, Sapnap, and then more people joined, and they lived in the same house in the middle of the lake and things were okay.

months passed, and fights turned into splits in the community and a community turned to factions, and the conflicts of factions were intertwined with interpersonal fights. (the interpersonal conflicts? the disc saga, aptly named over 2 music discs that were used as a bartering chip and have a pretty good significance in the overall story. put a pin into that.)

the two factions at play were the (retroactively named) Greater SMP and L'Manburg which declared independence from the Greater SMP on basis of xenophobia. they lost the war against the Greater SMP, the final fight being a duel between Dream and the original owner of the discs (Tommy). a deal was struck after, where Tommy offered his discs in exchange for independence (or independance, if you want to stick to the original text)

an important aspect of this war is to note that Dream offered one of the people on L'Manburg's side a deal - they betray the faction and get to become the King of the Greater SMP. this establishes monarchy in the story. they accepted, betrayed their allies, got the role of a King with the promise of 'staying neutral and uninvolved in further conflicts'.

I'll breeze through the Manberg era for the most part (despite being the most interesting one, imo). L'Manburg ran a presidental election, the original leader (who wanted to take power by scamming the whole thing) lost, and the new leader of L'Manburg (renamed to Manberg, because they're not taking any L's anymore) exiled the OG president and his right hand man Tommy, things went bad. the two exiled men started a new faction (Pogtopia) that they hoped to use to take back their "rightful place" and were given support from Dream because the new Manberg was a little too expansive. (he ended up siding with Manberg last minute for Yet Unknown Reasons, we will get to them, again, put a pin in it)

the King of the SMP very vocally sided wih Pogtopia, which was a betrayal to the core principles of their position as King. the King was dethroned, and Dream put his best friend George on the throne, with him and Sapnap serving as his knights.

upon the defeat of Manberg by Pogtopia (since Manberg's authoritarian regime ended up driving people out and most joined Pogtopia, Dream and his people fought for Manberg only as mercenaries), one of the core allies of Pogtopia - an anarchist, the blood god himself, Technoblade - turned on his former allies because they told him it was about defeating a tyrant, but all they wanted was to kill one tyrant and put their own people in his place. Techno then fled into exile.

next chapter begins after the rebuild of L'Manberg, yet the L' is back, under a new rule given that the OG president uhhh Blew Up The Country with several megatons of TNT and then persuaded his father into killing him.

King George is vibing. he is unaware of all faction wars, builds himself a holiday house far away from everything, enjoys time with new friends, all while Dream grows more and more distant due to trying to keep what is left of his old life together.

the reason the home is important to mention is that, once peace has settled over the world, Tommy decided that the discs that he traded for independence are His, in fact, and he needs to steal them - or barter for them in any shitty way possible. he still had tons of grudges against Dream, and in one of these half-grudge fueled fuckeries, he and one other character set fire to George's holiday home.

Dream found it in ruin and still burning when he came see his friend with a bouquet of flowers. there are several interpretations to this, and since Dream himself never really specified, there's a speculation that he thought that this event maybe killed his best friend, and given that George is the King of the Greater SMP, an attack by the right hand man of the current L'Manberg president on the physical property of the King of a rival faction is de-facto a war declaration.

so we are presented with an ultimatum, where Tommy is either exiled or a war starts. (exile won. it was voted on by the fans we wanted that bitch Out. this is not quite as important but the dynamics shaping up between Tommy and Dream had a massive impact on the plot.)

while Tommy is in exile, George becomes rather friendly with a new budding faction on the server. his involvement with them means that his neutrality vow was broken, and given how frequently he got harassed by L'Manberg, Dream decided to dethrone George, and put the previous King back in power. this dethronement caused a huge rift to form between George and Dream (and Sapnap, who sided with George) and the three of them fell apart with the parting words from George to Dream being "Just say you hate me."

I'm sure this won't have any lasting effects on the man who was tearing himself apart to make the world the same as it was when it was just the two of them

now in brief: the L'Manberg cabinet decided to take revenge on Techno after he turned on them after they tricked him into helping them against Manberg. the punishment? execution. how did they achieve that? they hunted him down, threatened to kill his animals, told him he will get a court process but just set him up in a guillotine. Dream intervened and saved him, thus earning a favour from Techno because both of them are traumatized warriors with trust issues that rather treat kindness as currency. Tommy runs away from the place he was restricted to in his exile, moves in with the anarchist-in-retirement-gone-pacifist Techno, the two of them end up teaming up for the time being as Techno protects him from Dream. L'Manberg in the meantime decides to host a festival to show that they are peaceful now, and nothing bad will happen again :) it takes place a week after they unlawfully tried to execute Techno, and the festival is meant to serve as public execution of Dream. However, the festival is cut short when Dream storms in because the original house where he and his friends lived - known as the Community House - got blown up. he blames L'Manberg and Tommy, and after a short conflict that happens then he declares that L'Manberg has a day to evacuate and him and Techno agree to blow up the country. a second time. and completely now.

so L'Manberg is gone now and the members of the faction scatter. within days, Tommy receives an invitation from Dream to come get his discs (I didn't know how to include it, but after the whole 'setting George's house on fire' Tommy tried to barter for the discs and for Dream to ignore him setting the house on fire, all while trying to leverage things that Dream held dear. attachment to objects and people is a running theme in here. Dream then proceeded to give his "I don't give a fuck about Spirit, I don't give a fuck about anything actually" speech, basically telling everyone they have nothing to leverage against him and he will destroy them if he needs to and them holding something hostage won't bother him.) This sets the stage for the Disc Finale. Tommy and his best friend Tubbo make their way to a specific location, far away, all alone, where they are to fight against Dream to win the discs back. they lose spectacularly and Dream reveals his "grand plan" where he has a vault to gather "all the precious items people own to control them" (and I wrote "grand plan" because it was a farce. it was a show, it was staged, all just to get Tommy to leave him the fuck alone and stop meddling with his greater plan. what is the greater plan? fuck if I knew.)

the whole thing is then intercepted when a large group of people, one of which is Dream's right-hand-man Punz who was running errands for him before, and more importantly, Sapnap. he's beaten and just as he is about to be killed, he reveals his secret: the reason he sided with manberg, all those months ago, is because in exchange for his services he got a book of necromancy. he can now bring people back to life. because of this, he is locked up in an inescapable prison in case anyone needs to use the book.

Sapnap and George are very much under the impression that Dream doesn't care for them. Sapnap comes visit Dream once, promises to return, never does. George doesn't even bother coming in, instead sleeping his days away and it catches the eye of a deity who wears the same face as his beloved Dream, and he loses himself to the illusion of being reunited with his best friend in a world where everything is perfect.

another important thing to note is that Sapnap stumbles upon a Book Of Death (yes, its death note, sapnap is a weeb, it even functions the exact same.) the thing about the book of death and the book of necromancy is that they are both books that were placed into the world by the deity wearing Dream's face (known as DreamXD, or XD for short, yes it's a little silly) and XD reveals to another character (a somewhat-deity, Foolish) that the books and their owners are intertwined in a way, and if one were to die the other dies with him.

so we have three friends, one locked up in prison and seen as nothing more but an object to use (Dream), the other a man who watched his friends, his parents and his lovers fall apart (Sapnap) and a man who cannot face the world falling apart and the loss of his friends so he gives into an illusion created by god in his dreams. and all of them have a strange tie to a stranger god.

this very fractured relationship the three have, along with their ties to the god, were the main driving force behind making this AU.

the last thing you should probably know is that Dream was locked in prison for 10 months, starved, tortured, with little to no social contact until Techno was locked in with him, but with the use of some fun magic Techno managed to escape and then "return the favour" from when Dream saved him from execution, and broke him out of prison.

there's a lot of little nuanced things I probably forgot about but this is the core of it all I hope it helps

#asks #dsmp #monarchy restoration au #i feel a little insane looking at this #not to mention the little things I didnt get to talk about #like the intro comic referencing the one stream where george dreamed about meeting dream #the whole 'are you with me or against me' thing #or the scissors #or the whole nuance of red and green festivals i skipped those for the most part #doomsday? never heard of her sorry #the staged finale got a brief mention even tho it was just... so much #never mentioned the Experiments or why the prison exists to begin with #oh pandora how ive wronged you #torture also just got like. brushed over #ranboo gets no mentions L #or the whole no armor policies aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!#tubbo vs dream during the l'manberg/exile debacle was so good too #like the manipulation on both sides the way they handled things #and i barely spoke of el rapids #this post is blasphemy #i should edit more of this but my tumblr is lagging at this point so. take it or leave it and Im sorry

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