This might sound crazy but hear me out, what if otherworldly beings are just our multiple attempts? Like the multiverse, the ones trying to harm us are probably the ones driven to the brink of insanity and the ones who want to help us are the ones that managed to escape or got caught and want to help us?
Also wouldn't it be funny if senpai just got on a plane and flew to the other side of the world
New year's reminder that Lilith is not a deity or an "ancient dark goddess". She's a Jewish demon, and she's not for gentiles to mess with. If you're not Jewish, then leave her alone. Judaism is closed, and Lilith is from Judaism, regardless of what you may hear from many misinformed witches who insist on being ignorant and disrespectful.
Since you weren’t exactly specific, on what you’d like to know about the Otherworldly being. Here’s what I can tell you!
These otherworldly beings can be malicious or malignant meaning that if they happen to come across you best stay on guard as not everything they say is in your best interest.
Some love to play tricks…
Some like to help…
Some want to see you suffer.
It’s ultimately up to you wether to trust in them whenever they come around.
Top is the new one, bottom is the old one. I loved this concept for the old peice a lot, one I did of me and my partner. But since making it I went through a lot of self discovery. One, I hated the style I was drawing in back then. I was trying too hard to draw in a style I thought would impress adults. I had gone to that scam of an art school and I was not allowed to draw anime. So for almost a decade I drew primarily "realistic" . I wasn't very good at it. I felt more joy and warmth when drawing anime style.
Two, I struggled with my identity. I tried so hard to just accept being a woman back then. Even took on an identity that wasn't my own to accept it. But it never felt right, to the point where I was just a mess.
I also never really liked my natural hair color.
Since making this earlier drawing, I embraced being nonbinary Afab, have allowed myself to get creative and now draw in a style that makes my heart sing. Also, partner has grown his hair really long!!! He also needed antlers . I also learned more and more about him and we have grown in our relationship in being more open about our needs. He is a person that means a lot to me and I get to be my otherworldly self with him.
I have also since then learned that I may not be neurotypical and that helped me understand why I struggles socially. My eyes look the way they do as part of that struggle. Approaching something with curiosity only to be awkward in doing so. So here is the remake of this old art.
There's always those stories of Fae would have a fuck ton of kids with humans and I can't help but think it's a breeding kink. Like maybe fae pregnancies are really long, especially in comparison to human pregnancies (9 months is nothing to a fae) so when Fae realize that they just can't stop themselves from grabbing the first pretty fertile human they see.
Just imagine it; being some pretty young girl who happened to catch the attention of a fae and getting whisked away to be treated like a prized broodmare, constantly being breed. If your fae gets really attached they might just use their magic to keep you young and fertile forever.
I need to brush up on faeries 1000% because I did not grow up with them and did NOT know that lol. How... curious... 👀👀 I am very intrigued ehe
tw.yandere, noncon, pregnancy, minors dni, as always my shitty version of being kidnapped by ... something not human
You know, right now I'd walk straight into any otherworldly little trap, so let's follow that thought for a bit.
You're stressed, you feel like you're absolutely drowning in responsibilities, work, a million deadlines - so, so sleep-deprived and mentally exhausted that your judgment softens, your senses dull, your mind grows hazy. And while it will pass (all things eventually pass, don’t they?) and you’ll be fine some weeks, months from now on - the way through it all is grueling and hard, mundane and repititive.
Wouldn’t you be fortunate to catch the eye of someone out there? Someone, something who thinks you’re quite charming; soft and human and almost clumsy in the way you putter about and oh, you’re so weak. Some beautiful stranger who whisks you away, to somewhere so odd you think you’re dreaming at first. It’s so surreal, you have to be asleep, right?
And how harrowing it has to be to wake up for the first time, realizing that you made a stupid mistake some weeks ago, something you can’t even quite remember. Maybe the stranger caught you sometime during the dawn when you were half asleep- maybe they got you when you wandered too far into the forest on one of your nightly walks- it doesn’t matter, really, does it?
Your head feels as sticky as cotton candy and heavier than a brick, and they keep you in a bed of soft linen and way too many pillows, and fuck you so full you can’t make out left from right-
You can’t fight against them, and your rational thought is merely scratching at the door to your consciousness - but that underlying dread mixed with too-sweet dreams and kisses has to be terrible. Every passing day turns sweet to sour and when your stomach swells you finally manage to break away from the spell, if only to vomit out the food the stranger has stuffed you with... I feel like they’d basically keep you drugged and pliant for all eternity- with you just being able to feel that foreboding sense of ‘something is fundamentally wrong’ but not able to formulate a single clear thought. Any time you manage to free yourself from their influence, you’re immediately pulled back into it; and the memory erased. I can see them not even really talking to you - you’re like a sweet little pet to them, stupid and only there for what you can provide for them. Kept happy and dumb and pregnant, doomed to be a drooling broodmare...