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Tentacle Vacation Fun

The inspiration for this piece came from a cheesy nsfw audio I listened to recently that did something to my neurons.

Tw: egg preg and monster fucking

This fantasy starts as I’m chilling in a secluded sandy cove with a portion of flat rocky shore I can stand on. The regular beaches are normally packed with people for the summer, so I wanted a calmer experience for summer vacation. I’m wearing an open-backed one-piece swimsuit with a cropped short sleeve over it to complete the look.

As I’m walking over the rocky shore watching crabs scuttle, one of them crawls over this weird vine of what looks like a mix of kelp and octopus tentacle. I stop to observe it cause I’ve never seen a type of kelp like this, and I love marine life, so I’m excited to learn about something new. Since it looks like it has suction cups, I don’t know if it’s alive or not, so I poke it with a stick. No response. I get bolder and poke it with my finger. No response again. Now convinced that it’s just some weird kelp, I pick it up to observe it. The rest of its mass descends off the shore and into the water, so I give it a tug to try and dislodge it.

Big mistake (depending on who you ask)

It suddenly springs to life, entangling my wrists and ankles. It wraps around my arms, thighs, and torso, ensuring that I can’t escape. The tentacles start exploring my body as I’m now lying on the rock, bewildered and scared. They rip off the cropped shirt and slip into my swimsuit through the back. The tendrils rub up and down my stomach and ribs before quickly swiping over my nipples. I let out a whiny yelp, and this catches the beast’s attention as it starts doing it again and again and again. It’s playing with my nipples as it pokes and prods at other parts of my body, seeing what draws a reaction out of me.

A tentacle slips over my clothed cunt and starts focusing its attention there, rubbing over my folds and drawing out louder moans with the help of the tentacles now tugging at my nipples (Revenge for before) It’s just groping me for what feels like hours, teasing me and making me wetter. Sometime during its torment, the tentacles feel slicker as they begin secreting this weird blue slime and rubbing it into my skin. My body starts heating up and my mind feels a bit fuzzier. In my desperate moaning, a tentacle uses this opening to slip into my mouth and pour more slime down my throat. It all feels so good and overstimulating. Its onslaught is so rough, but it treats me so sweetly and I’m enjoying its touch. This thing is going to ruin me.

After what it deems is enough time, the monster raises my wrists above my head and spreads my legs further apart. It uses another tentacle to grab the crotch of my swimsuit and move it to the side, exposing me. Suddenly, another tentacle, thicker than the ones holding me and with a pointed but dull tip, appears and approaches my cunt. I start struggling, but the monster keeps its hold. The tendrils binding me heat up and pulsate with an almost comforting warmth. It pours more slime down my throat as it enters me, the stretch is surprisingly less painful due to the wetness and a little help from the dizzying slime, but there is still a pinch with the new feeling.

It doesn’t wait for me to adjust but thankfully isn’t too harsh with me, starting with a slow rhythmic pace, not reaching too deep. As time passes, the pain goes away and is replaced by ecstasy. I lost my virginity to this monster… and I’m loving it. The tentacles on my nipples are replaced by ones with suction cups, they latch on with incredible strength. After some time, it picks up the pace, ramming into me as I start groaning and panting from the roughness. In my hazy state, I start sucking on the tentacle in my mouth with fervor, crying from how good it feels and how overwhelmed I am. Looking down, you can see the bumps the tentacles make in my swimsuit, the ones over my nipples, the ones holding my waist, and the bump of the tentacle pushing into my cunt through my stomach.

It removes itself from my mouth and another unseen tentacle approaches my ass and prods at my hole. It’s slimmer than the rest but still enough to create a stretch. It secrets more slime as it prods and slowly slips in. It starts thrusting at a moderate pace compared to the rapid thrusting of the one in my pussy, it’s getting hard to focus on anything at that point. The tentacle in my cunt starts pounding into me and heating up and throbbing. Next thing you know, it spills inside me. There’s so much cum that it gushes out and stretches my stomach a little. There’s a brief pause where I’m able to catch my breath before it starts back up again with its rapid thrusting.

It spends the next few hours like this, fucking me in various ways and at various speeds, sticking multiple tentacles in my holes at a time, and cumming in every hole. Next thing I know, it's sundown and my stomach is distended with its cum, but it’s still going with as much fervor as before. It’s untangled its tentacles from around me except for a few to hold me and caress my sides, after all, I’ve come to enjoy this experience so much, I’m in no rush to get away. I’m sucking on another tentacle with two fucking my cunt as they suddenly speed up and start ramming against my cervix. They’re getting rougher than before, and I start screaming against the one in my mouth. One of them finally pushes past my cervix, and a smaller tentacle unsheathes itself from inside and writhes around in my womb. I squirt and cum with a scream as it beats against my walls and the other continues its thrusts. I’ve only barely retained sense after its onslaught, despite the aphrodisiac effects of its slime, but this might make me lose what little is left of it.

Both tentacles are unbearably hot as the one in my womb finally stops thrusting and cums in me. It’s so warm and thick, it comes as a comfort after such sudden rough treatment. The comfort is short-lived as the other breaches my cervix alongside the first, stretching me wide. This one doesn’t cum, but large rhythmic bumps appear in its tubed length, approaching me. Once the first one approaches my entrance, it stretches my cunt further as it pushes its way inside and into my womb. As it enters my womb, I gain a new pressure and weight in my gut. Did it just place something inside of me? Are these… eggs? (They are) I struggle to pay attention as the sheer pressure makes my head fuzzy. Next thing I know, I’m weighed down by 15 large eggs in my womb, stretching me out to make me look like I’m 5 months along. The tentacles finally release me and back away towards the shore’s edge but stay there as if watching me.

I should run, I should go get help since I was just impregnated by an actual monster, but I can’t bring myself to be alarmed. It felt so good, and my body is still so warm. This monster was so kind and gave me so much pleasure. It might be the weird slime talking, but I can only think of making sure these eggs are hatched and taken care of.

This monster has ruined me.

rewatching pacific rim (2013, dir. guillermo del toro) for the nth time and it really is a cinematic masterpiece. the idea that the only way for us humans to defeat monsters is through effective global collaboration but more specifically, through people that are drift compatible, meaning SOULMATES who can be romantic partners or siblings or father and son or best friends or complete strangers with very similar experiences/traumas, and that the stronger their bond the stronger the jaeger and the better it fights, is just

uh oh

he can be yuor white lotus or your demon king

SMASH OR PASS: Mind Flayers

[Art credit: Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual 5th Edition, Wizards of the Coast]

Note from Mod Ghoul: Listen. We've all seen at least some hentai. We know where those tentacles are gonna go. ;) You can't deny it~

Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!

The Emperor's Embrace

Started a little comic series with cute tiefling Tav/the Emperor from bg3. ;)

full version on patreon

oh so you wanna fuck that monster huh. make sexy art of them without giving them muscles and/or making them look human

Short Prompt #1271

CW: consensual mind control.

"You want me to... what?" the vampire quietly questioned, unsure if they had heard right.

The human sitting in their lap pouted. "Hypnotize me. Put me under a spell, whatever you wanna call it!"

"You would... trust me to have total control over you like that?" The monster was stunned - in awe and yet anxious. No one had ever asked such a thing of them.

"Love, I already look you in the eyes every day; of course, I trust you," Human said as if it was the most obvious fact of the universe, surprising their partner further.

"I... thought you didn't know... Whenever you looked me in the eyes, I thought..." Vampire trailed off. They held the human closer. "You really want me to...?"

Human nodded with an eager grin. "Yes! If you're uh... comfortable with that, of course."

The monster chuckled in disbelief. "I'm pretty sure I'm meant to ask you that after such a proposal."

The other laughed with them. "Well, I'm very comfortable with the idea. And you?"

The vampire grinned, letting their fangs show. "I think I wouldn't mind giving it a try~."

Beast of the forest

So often did you hear of the beast yet see nothing that it became all too easy to think of him as nothing more than a story meant to keep children out of the forest at night. But you were no child and the call of the cool forest air on your skin was too great on this hot night.

It was like a voice beckoning you to the forest edge, something sweet and deep in the pit of you that needed to be in with the trees on this hot night the slight sheen of sweat on your skin already starting to cool with the night air. A deep breath, in and out, as you watched the forest edge all of the stories come to mind as you stood watching, waiting, listening.

A great beast that would steal people away into the forest with no explanation or warning. A beast that was impossibly large if the teeth marks on bones left by the forest edge were anything to go off of. You let out a sigh, it was ridiculous to think that something like that could exist. It was like saying that Santa Clause was real, both were stories made up to scare children. The inexplicable calling to the forest had to be something to do with the fact that your AC was broken and it felt like it was boiling inside your small house. The night air within the trees would be the perfect reprieve.

Before you knew it you were in the thick of the trees deeper in the forest than you could ever remember being during the day. When had you stepped in? How long have you been walking? Why did you feel so fuzzy all over? It almost felt like you were high as you walked through the forest, stepping over fallen trees and through foliage like you knew the way, like you were on a laid out path you'd been on a thousand times before. Finally you made it to a clearing and stopped at the edge appreciating the beauty of the small patch of land feeling so much better here, like you were meant to be in this clearing. A small sigh left your lips as you stepped one foot in letting the cool forest air rush over your bare arms drying the last bits of sweat that hung stubbornly to you. The moon was high in the sky as you walked to the center of the clearing, your fingers running over the tips of the tall grass. You enjoyed the way it felt, the way the grass tickled at your fingertips, everything feeling heightened in senses as you slowly found yourself in the center of the clearing looking directly up to the sky reveling in the way the air and grass felt against your skin. 

In your state you almost didn't hear the small snapping of a twig on the side of the clearing as you slowly bent to take off your shoes wanting desperately to feel the hard ground between your toes. When the snapping got closer you looked up, trying to see through the thick branches, what was out there? Slowly you felt your limbs get heavier, the feeling of being high getting stronger as a sweet scent filled your nostrils. 

“Finally. I was wondering if you’d ever answer the call.” A smooth deep voice nearly sang from the darkness. Your attention snapped away from the sensation of the grass to the voice as a mountain of a creature walked into the light of the clearing. In your fuzzy brain the only thing that instantly went through your mind was, big. 

Big seemed to be an understatement when it came to describe this beast. He towered over your frame as you stood frozen, his height was amazing and it was comparable to his muscles, making his arms seem to be the same width as your waist. He stalked toward you, his steps causing slight tremors as he got closer and closer to you. Finally he stopped in front of you looking down as he slowly reached a hand that was easily the size of your face and gently caressed your cheek, a small smile playing at his lips, a glint of sharp teeth visible as his lips parted. 

“I’ve called so many times yet you remain so stubborn, I should teach you it's rude to make me wait.” He hummed, fingers slowly trailing down your cheek to gently wrap around your throat. With each touch, the fuzzy feeling grew more heightened, in the back part of your mind you were sure something was affecting you to feel like this, this wasn’t normal. You were face to face with the beast of the forest, his impossible size making you seem like a doll to be played with and the only thing at the forefront of your mind was how much you needed him to touch you more.

“So much wasted time, but now you’re mine.” His voice was sweet, like a song you would hear in your dreams. You let out a small moan as his grip tightened around your throat for a brief second squeezing the sides in a delicious way making your head swim. He slowly released you stepping back, unthinking you followed the path of his hand instantly missing the connection. 

“What a good pet you’ll be now that you’re under my spell.” Before you could think about what he was saying you were pushed to the ground. His massive size pinning you the weight almost suffocating as the sweet smell filled you again and you went nearly brainless as he began running his hand under your thin tank top. A sound of ripping fabric and you were laying in the broken remnants of your shirt bare from the waist up he glanced down at you with a smirk, teeth glinting as he moved down, cupping one of your breasts in his hand tweaking the nipple harshly between his claws as he nipped at the other with sharp fangs. The moan that escaped your mouth was entirely involuntary as you arched into his harsh touch, hips rutting up to meet his body begging for some kind of friction. 

“Good girl. You want me. You didn’t know it before but I've been watching you at the edge of my forest, watching as you denied my existence loud enough for me to hear. Watching as you teased yourself when you thought you were alone. I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this, under me.” He nearly growled as he moved up your body, grinding his hips down hard against you forcing you to feel how hard he was for you under the thin cloth he wore. 

“Now you’re mine and I am going to make sure you never forget it.” He growled against your throat, sharp teeth nipping just below the shell of your ear. At the same time you moaned he ripped your shorts and panties away from you like they were paper throwing the shreds behind him as he moved one clawed hand down your body to your already soaking cunt. 

You moaned, eyes closing, when he found your clit, slowly circling it with the pad of one clawed finger. He looked down at you thoroughly enjoying how pliant his pheromones had made you. You were putty in his hands and he planned to use you thoroughly tonight and every night after. As you squirmed under him, hips following the pattern of his ministrations against your clit moaning, he took this chance to force his tongue into your mouth. 

“Mmph” 

It was the only thing you could muster as he kissed you with more passion than you’d felt with all of your past lovers combined. He held you close fingers moving to start fucking into you slowly, first just one finger, gently trying to get a feel of how tight you were, his mouth swallowing each moan you let out as he added a second finger starting to stretch you, searching for the little spot to make you cum on his hand. When he did find it, your shuddering breath against his lips made him bite down on your bottom lip pulling it in his sharp teeth as he began pressing, rubbing, massaging that perfect bundle of nerves, his thumb reaching up, pressing harshly against your clit. 

You screamed your release against his finger, grinding down onto them, forcing his fingers deeper in you as you squeezed around them arching to press your sensitive nipples against his chest needing as much of him touching you as possible. You heard him moan into your neck as he stroked you through your orgasm until you started to squirm against the ministrations. 

A long whine left your throat as he pulled away from you leaving you feeling too naked, too bare on the hard ground. 

“Shhh Kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He huffed as he ripped at the fabric around his waist. He let out a long groan at his cock finally being free from the loose garment, his hand going to wrap around himself and stroke as he looked down at you. You leaned up on your elbows looking at the thick appendage, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. It was massive, the length of your forearm with thick veins decorating it making it seem that much more erotic, the flared tip alone the size of your fist, the large knot swelling at the base made your mouth water obscenely as you looked up at him.

“You will take it all,” He growled, pushing you back down to the ground. One hand collecting both of your hands to pull them above your head pinning them there as his other hand went to your ankle placing it on his shoulder as he lined the tip up to your achingly empty pussy. He moved to straddle the leg that wasn’t on his shoulder, pinning it as well, trapping you under him as he pushed into you stopping once he had the head in to let out a long drawn out moan. 

“So fucking tight.” He ground out, forcing himself to be still for a moment to let you adjust. Your whine of protest at the stillness of the intrusion had him pushing into you further, the stretch deliciously painful as he did his best to keep himself in control. 

“Fuck, that's right Kitten, moan. Let me know how much you love the way my cock fills you. Ruins you for everyone else.” He purred, leaning down to plant harsh kisses against your neck moving deeper into you. The stretch and feeling of him inside of you on top of the already fuzzy feeling heightening everything around you was too much as you came again around him, pulling him even deeper to the edge of his knot feeling it hit against the edge of your already stretched cunt. 

“Fuck!” He roared before biting down on your shoulder causing you to arch into him even more desperate for the friction of his body against yours. Needing everything he would give you. He pinned you down starting to rut into you, his knot hitting you slowly starting to sink in. You cried out at the stretch unsure if it was more painful or pleasure either way you wanted it, needed it in you. 

“More, more, more, more.” It was all you could say as you did your best to match his rut, hips moving desperately against him. 

“That’s right Kitten, you want my knot, want me to fuck you into oblivion, breed you. Keep you.” He moaned against your shoulder tongue slowly lapping at the punctures his sharp teeth had made. He finally pushed into you, his knot swelling, holding him to you as he howled his release into you, rutting hard into you hitting your cervix again and again. You came around him at the feeling of him feeling you so completely, screaming with him. 

“Good girl.” He cooed softly into your hair as he moved the two of you so you were laying against his chest, blissed out, stuck to him by his knot. He drew lazy patterns in your back with one tip of his claw making you shiver slightly in the cool air. Before his knot even began to release you fell asleep against his chest nuzzling against him. 

“Good girl (Y/N) good girl.” He whispered into your hair, picking you up to carry you deeper into the forest to his home. Now your home as well. He’d make sure you’re comfortable, in the morning he’d let you know his name, let you think he was learning yours for the first time. And he would keep you.

A monster in the theatre?

A Monsterous Day At Work

Having extra work on top of your normal work was already a crazy night, now add on that you aren’t alone in the theatre after you thought everyone else had left, and that the other person there with you is a werewolf who has eyes for you.

Warnings; dub-con, aphrodisiac, werewolf, knotting, mentions of breeding (no preg), minor plot, second person narration, mind fuck, not the best writing

Word count: 1143

It was the day before the big show, opening night, the great hurray after the tortures of tech. The local theatre was doing a musical, one of your favorites, and so you decided to help out in any way you could. That any way you could turned into juggling helping backstage and being a lead role in the musical. You definitely needed a day or even just an hour off but you were too busy juggling your jobs, especially with opening night the next day. It was the end of the night and everyone else had left. Though they had work to do the other actors and tech people always just took advantage of your work ethic and assumed you’d finish the jobs needed. So they just leave you, backstage, on one of the couches, every night. They’d be joking about having sex all day, playing around like children at a middle school lunch table, every day, then leave. Except today was different. Before leaving they gave you a spare key to the storage closet to pull out some props for setting up the stage for opening night.

Well. Of course they did. You paused for a moment after sighing in frustration. Then you pondered. Everyone else had left. And you were completely alone in the theatre. And were left to lockdown the theatre. Yea. After you finish your jobs you’re going to have fun before locking down.

Laughing and fantasizing what you’d do when you finish you opened the storage closet half hazardously grabbing and looking around at things. Well, What you didn’t know was three things.

1. One of your coworkers hadn’t left yet.

2. Said coworker is a werewolf

And 3. It is a full moon.

Before you could even muster a thought you get pulled into a corner of the storage closet by something. No.. someone? You faintly make out the figure of a person- or a thing. Before you could speak or protest you feel a hand clasped over your mouth. The person chuckled softly “Can’t have you screaming now can we? It would be oddly concerning if the only person left in the theatre was screaming for help~” his voice was sweet as his whispered in your ear. Velvety like a fine silk or melted chocolate. As you tried to wrap your head around what was going on the stranger kept speaking. “I’ve been watching you work for a long time, you’re fascinating,” the man tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “I’ve wanted you for a while as well, and now that it’s just us, I think I have the perfect opportunity to take you as mine.”

In a blink of an eye you were flipped over and caressed. You feel a long warm tongue lick your neck before you feel soft kisses placed. As that happened you felt hands slowly stripping you and after finishing caressing your naked body. You couldn’t think straight, you should be protesting but it felt so good. After a couple minutes of just pure caressing you feel a hand on your neck and moan as it tightens its grip. This was new to you, and you still had work to do. While thinking of the delay in work you have to do you feel something prod at the entrance to your hole. Before you even have the chance to question it, the creature behind you shoves its cock deep inside of you. You scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he moans behind you thrusting in and out. In and out.. a repeated rhythm. You should be running. You should be escaping. You should be screaming for help. But all you can do is take his cock. It feels so good doesn’t it? Cmon you have to be a good pet and take it. As you scatter your brain trying to find an explanation for the thoughts that are sprouting in your brain you slowly lose yourself in the pleasure of the situation. Slowly caring less and less about the work you had. Why would the work matter anyways? This is more important. Whatever is on that cock is making you feel like you’re on fire. You have no time to think about anything else. While delving deeper into your trance you get knocked out of it when you hear the creature speak again. “I’ve never seen someone so willing to take a cock~ you’re such a good filthy whore aren’t you~” his velvety voice finds its way into your mind again and before even thinking you nod. You are so willing to take his cock. You are such a filthy whore for taking his cock. You hear him speak over and over as you moan louder and louder. You couldn’t perfectly make out what he was saying anymore as you were so lost in your pleasure. You heard things like “Dumb fucktoy” and “Breeding Bitch” come out from his mouth, but you couldn’t think anything of it. Finally you find some sanity in your delve of pleasure and through this sanity you hear the creature grunt through moans “I’m going to breed you alright? I’m going to knot you and cum so deep inside you can’t escape it,” he finally lets go of his grip on your throat after around 10 minutes. You just nod mindlessly still partially in a trance. As soon as he starts thrusting again you moan. You didn’t know what time it is. You couldn’t care anymore. You are perfect whore. A stupid fuck toy. A little cum dump. You didn’t know who was fucking you or even what it was but it had you in a trance. As you felt the knot of his cock go closer and closer to your entrance you moan loudly until it popped itself in. This new sensation caused you to scream in pleasure which caused the creature, your coworker, to immediately get tipped over the edge and cum hard. Within seconds you felt his cum flood deep into your broken hole. You smiled at the sensation before passing out from the sheer amount of pleasure.

It’s the next day. You wake up in your bed, you have the keys to the theatre next to you on your bed stand. You sit up trying to remember what happened. As you imagine the werewolf and huge cock inside of you the past night you laugh at the strange dream you had. Until you tried to stand up and felt your sore legs give out. As you moved up the bed you saw the puddle of leaked out cum. And soon you realized that wasn’t a dream. It was a real occurrence. And looking at the note near the keys to the theatre which reads ‘Let’s have fun again’, it definitely will become a more regular event.

Lucifer Headcanons

Warnings - GN!Reader, NSFT topics, mentions of bondage, BDSM, Brat taming, S/M, Lucifer being a horny slut

Characters - GN!Reader x Lucifer

Author note - First time writing for something like this so bear with me on these 😭🙏🏾

Loves both praise and degradation, he adores being told how pretty he looks and how well he’s doing while bottoming just as much as he loves hearing you remind him of how lewd and slutty he looks and sounds begging and whining for more under you.

Switch with a Dom lean, while domming he’s just as greedy and possessive as Mammon when it comes to you.

Mainly choked down whines and repeated pleads/begs while subbing, he’s far too prideful to let too many whines and begs slip but enough foreplay and teasing beforehand can really break down that wall of pride he sets up.

100% a service sub, he’ll put your pleasure before his every single time if it means he’ll get to see and hear just how well he’s doing for his human.

Harsh/Controlling while domming, he won’t hesitate to edge you for hours on end without release if he feels as if you don’t deserve it yet (especially if you were being too bratty for his liking)

On that note, he’s definitely a Brat Tamer, seeing someone so “inferior” to him treat him as if he’s below them really does tap into something primal within him especially when it gives him such a good reason to tie you up in any lewd position he sees fit later on.

Strong bondage kink, whether it’s him tied up for you to use him however you wish or you tied down to his bed all perfect and ready for him to use or punish as he sees fit.

Whenever he’s feeling particularly sadistic, Impact play will always be his go-to’s, I can see Lucifer having his own collection of S/M toys.

But at the end of the day, there’s no paddle nor crop that compares to the feeling of his bare palm delivering harsh slaps to your ass for each and every bratty or snarky remark you made that day.

Appearance wise, he’s cut with a light black and gray happy trail, he’s on the thinner side but he’s thick for human-standards nonetheless.

I always forget I have to post shit here. Turn your screen-brightness up.

Hi guys, this is sort of my official "please, for the love of god, listen to Skyjacks with me” post because I’m losing my mind and all the content I can find is from the latest stuff right now, and I don’t want to spoil myself. I want to be able to talk about this with people!!!! I will make a watch (listen) party discord if there is enough interest. Just give it a chance; you won’t regret it. Also, some information may be wrong or outdated. I’m on episode 11 out of over 200.

Skyjacks is a ttrpg podcast about sky pirates in a world where there was a catastrophe about 200 years ago that left the sea unsafe to sail and maybe even damaged the entire world to the point where civilization is scattered and in small groups. There is very casual queer rep, and it’s casual to the point where it really just fits into the world perfectly.

A brief summary of the premise of the first episode will hopefully get you hooked. I’m really bad at summaries, but I promise it’s a billion times better than how I talked about it here:

Captain Orimar Vale is dead, and a mutiny will be on Gable, Jonnit, Travis, and Dref’s hands if they are unable to keep up the ruse of him being alive. To do this, necromancy (deeply forbidden magic) is performed by the Dref, the ship's doctor, to turn him into a semi-functional zombie. Captain Orimar is famous for his abilities as a captain; to replicate this will take great skill.

As they run out of supplies, they make a desperate decision: port on the land of one of Orimar’s scorned lovers or deal with the growing uneasiness of the rest of the crew. They haven’t seen their captain healthy in months, and whispers about his health are starting. However, greater danger will await them when they take to the skies again, lurking just beyond the clouds…

And more propaganda as to why I think you guys will like it:

There are unique and interesting gameplay mechanics they use to tell a really cool story, and if you like Hermitcraft or any other sorta storytelling-based SMP, I promise you’ll like it. Like. If you liked Boatem from Hermitcraft 8, you’ll love the characters in Skyjacks. The players are exceptionally good at playing their characters, their humour is unmatched by anything similar I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, and the story is prioritized, which I think is an amazing choice.

Best part? It’s still ongoing after, like, 5 years. Some people have left, but a good chunk of the OG cast has stayed. Not that leaving is bad, because holy crap, 5 years is a long time, and stories have to end at some point! It’s a good way of getting into something and knowing there is still a shit ton of content to be explored.

The music is good. The story is good. The characters and humour are amazing. The lore of the world is sprinkled throughout, and as you learn more about the world, the more excited you get. It’s incredible so far, and if you decide to listen to it, I will actually love you forever and ever. My boyfriend is on episode 190, and he finds it so funny every time I go. Oh my god, this is so cool.

Link to the podcast, but in a playlist (up to 180). So it’s in order and easy to find, since it’s a part of something else from the oneshot network:

I love the murder/suicide scene (and I've watched it far too many times), but I'm realizing more and more how incredibly cruel it is.

Izzy is always looking at Ed and Ed knows this (I saw ya - Course ya did), but Ed only grants Izzy those little glances, not more. When they are directly interacting, Izzy's eyes are on Ed's every expression like a laser beam - and Ed is distractedly looking out to the sea, turning his back to Izzy or looking at other things/people.

And then, in the middle of Izzy's worst nightmare, Ed comes in and really looks Izzy in the eyes for an eternity, soft light, so close, over the barrel of a gun. Looking more beautiful than ever, not the Kraken anymore. This is Ed, finally there with Izzy, totally in the moment - he's even holding his hand for a bit.

After all this time, Izzy finally gets Ed's undivided attention - but only because he wants Izzy to do something for him. The worst thing he's ever asked of him. The ultimate act of cruelty.

No wonder Izzy tries to kill himself.

(the only other time Izzy gets Ed's full attention is when Izzy is dying - those two really are closest in death, aren't they)