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brossession-collection · 4 months

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Becoming His Type (Male Possession)

"Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason read the text over and over. "What a fucking douche" he thought, teeth clenched, as he gripped his phone.

Two weeks ago Jason had built up the courage to talk to his beefy gym crush, Carson. Jason wasn't the biggest dude. His 5'8 frame and 155lb stature wasn't anything to brag about, but he had gotten to a lean athletic build that he worked on for months. He thought, atleast, Carson would hold a conversation with him now that he was kinda lean.

And he did. Carson nodded at Jason as he walked up, Jason quivering as he asked the big guy if he had any diet tips.

The two hit it off, or at least that's what Jason thought. "Hey I gotta get back to my set bro, but what say we keep chatting later? You free tomorrow morning?" Carson's deep voice put Jason into a horny stupor. He repeated his question which brought Jason back to earth.

Later that night...

Jason sat up in bed, rubbing his b*ner, as he thought about Carson's thick biceps and pillowy pecs. "I can't believe he fucking TALKED to me!" Jason squealed as he tweaked his nipples, imagining Carson wrap his arms around him, the smell of his musky armpits wafting into his nose. He barely remembered anything that the big jock actually said, but he couldn't care less. Jason drifted off as his fantasy turned into a dream.

The next morning at the gym...

"And that's all there is to it bro. Track the macros, eat a ton of protein, and don't stop bulking for a year. Then you'll get a belly like mine heh." Carson gave his protruding stomach a slap as Jason winced while he watched the strong mass jiggle.

"W-wow uh yeah I'd love that..." Jason managed to get whimper out. "I-I mean... yeah! I'll definitely do that! M-m-maybe you could also show me some exercise tips?"

"Hah sure little guy we can have a first sesh. On the house." Carson got off the bench he was sitting on and nudged (pushed) Jason down. "Let's see what you got baby. Bench presses first.

Jason then worked his ass off the entire morning to try to impress his crush. Every once in a while, he'd notice Carson looking off across distance, obviously eyeing a big bear slightly older than him. Carson would eventually get back to Jason, but the lean man knew something was up

Later that night...

"What the hell should I text him? 'Thanks for hanging with me earlier big guy wanna date?' 'You're super cute wanna cuddle?'" Jason lied in bed anxiety-ridden.

He saw a text come in instead.

Carson: "Sup Jason how ya doing?"

Carson: "Muscles aching yet? Srry if it was too much for ya."

Jason flinched for a second before typing back. "Oh sup Carson. Yeahhhh haha kinda hurts."

He waited for a second before sending another text.

Jason: "oh and thanks for the session today dude I appreciate it"

Carson: "yea bro anytime. Need more good looking guys like you getting big"

Jason blushed as his boner came in. "Should I just ask him out?" he thought. "Fuck it."

Jason: "Yeah! I'd love to keep doing this with you man. You're super hot. Honestly could be fun to date if you're down."

Jason put down his phone in fear. He felt a vibrate and slowly picked it up.

Carson: "Bro what lol"

Carson: "Shit sorry man didn't realize you felt like that."

Jason gripped his phone as he watched Carson type.

Carson: "Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason felt his teeth clench. He stopped texting and threw it onto his night stand. "What a fucking douche," he thought. "Dude just saw me as another client. As a walking fucking money bag." Jason felt tears start to streak down his face.

The next morning at the gym...

Jason watched from a distance near the locker rooms as he saw Carson laughing with the muscular daddy bear he was eyeing yesterday. "He already fucking forgot about me" Jason muttered under his breath.

He squinted as he watched the two big men take their phones, possibly to exchange numbers. With a grin, Carson gives the man a hug before the two walk off in opposite directions.

"Oh shit he's coming this way!" Jason started to whistle as he the big bearded daddy strut past him to go into the locker room. Jason shuddered as he noticed the pure gargantuan size of the man. "Fuck... He's huge."

For some reason, Jason felt compelled to follow the bear. He hopped into the locker room and watched as the man posed in front of the mirror and took a selfie.

"He's probably sending that to Carson..." Jason thought.

Suddenly, the big guy turns around and sees Jason stalking him.

"What the fuck do you want twink? Been seeing you follow me around all morning."

Jason flinched from how direct the huge man was. "U-uh fuck I'm sorry man!" Jason wished his voice was more threatening.

"Answer the question: what the fuck do you want?" The bear came closer, ready to shove Jason. "Get the fuck outta my way!"

Jason felt his frail body smash into the wall, his back taking the full brace of the impact as his vision started to blur. He saw the big feet of the man step next to him before he blacked out.

...

In a snap, Jason felt his torso lurch up as he came back into consciousness. But something felt off. Jason looked down.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? Wh-why are my hands... BLUE?" Jason looked at his palms incredulously before glancing further down at his physical body slumped beneathe him. His blue ghostly form sticking out from the pelvis-up.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw the big bear standing around. "Fuck. Didn't realize he'd go flying." He heard the man say.

Jason got up with virtually no pain, seeing his ghostly ectoplasm oozing off his limbs as he leaves his physical form. He looked up at the big man, anger seething through his ephemeral form.

"Oh you're gonna fucking pay for that man! I don't care how big you are!" Jason yelled. The big man, completely unaware of Jason, just picked at his nose before kneeling down to check on his victim's pulse.

"Kid's still got a heart beat. He'll be fine." For a split second Jason felt some compassion come from the bear, which all shattered as he saw him spit at his corpse. "Fucking stalker. Better not be here when by the time I'm done showering."

Jason pounced at the man, attempting to claw at his big shoulders. The bear fell forward onto all fours before looking around in a panic. "What the fuck was that!?" he yelled into the empty locker room.

Looking down at the beefy bear with his ass up in the air, Jason had an idea. "If I'm a ghost, maybe I can..." Jason connected the dots in his head before acting out his plan.

The big man started to get up before he felt his body get pinned down by something that felt like a foot. "OooFFF" he groaned as the air left his lungs.

Jason had to work fast. He reached down and carefully attempted to grab the man's waistband. He felt a tactile sensation and grinned before pulling it down to expose the man's bulbous cheeks.

"AAHHH wh-what's going ON!?" the bear whimpered as he felt a cool air skim his cheeks.

Jason eyed as the sweaty, hairy, musky mounds jiggled before slowing to a stop. He'd never been this close to such a big *ss before, and it was causing Jason to get a huge ghost b*ner.

The bear started to panic as he felt a slimy, cold finger run down his tight crack. "A-ah f-fuck!" he moaned as the finger playfully pushed in and out.

Jason grabbed both of the bear's *ss cheeks and ripped them apart, exposing his surprisingly loose *sshole. He glanced down at the pulsating hole, questioning for a second if he was really going through with this.

"Hope that Casper movie wasn't bullshit! Coming through!!"

The bear winced as he felt something larger than a d*ck shove itself into his *sshole. "Ho-Holy SHITTT!!!!"

Jason gripped onto the bear's cheeks as he used them to push into the man's tight hole. Suddenly there was a "POP" and he realized he was in. "Fuck yes! Here I come big guy!!!" Jason yelled happily.

The bear looked around in a panic as he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind. His mind quickly turned to his physical sensations, though, as he felt slimey shoulder squeeze in. "OOOOF!" he groaned.

With a giddy smile on his face, Jason tunneled through the dark expanses of the bear's body. His arms and tight lean waist slipped in as the bear groaned uncontrollably.

The big guy mustered all his strength to turn his head, only to see blue lean legs and feet protruding out of his asshole, inching their way deeper and deeper in. "F-f-fucking HELL!" was all he could yell as the crammed sensations worked their way up his torso.

Jason, torso-up inhabiting the bear's body, reached down to pull his small dick through the asshole. Suddenly, he felt the rest of his legs slurp themselves in too.

The bear felt himself getting filled up to the brim as another being literally shoved himself into all the crevices of his fat body. His yells reaching it's loudest as he felt the blue ectoplasmic feet slide in with a "PLOP!"

The bear reached back and pawed at his loose asshole, scooping up the ectoplasm that was left behind. He tried to get up but lost his balance as he felt the ghost inside of him lurch forward.

"Here comes the fun part fatty!" Jason yelled with a mocking chatter. Jason wasted no time shoving his limbs into the man, pressing his arms and legs into his vessel's like gloves and boots.

The beefy bear, finally having gotten up, felt his body start to dance around beyond his will. His right arm flailed as his left hand tried to stop it before betraying him and slapping him on the face. "Fu-fuck! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME" he yelled at his belly wiggled uncontrollably.

Jason shoved his hard c*ck into the bear's girthy one, filling it up like a sheathe. His lined up his ghostly balls with his host's tennis-ball sized one, feeling them expand with a "POP" "POP".

The bear, pounding at his belly to get the invader out, suddenly lost control of his arms and hands as they reached down to stroke his huge 8in d*ck and finger his fat ass. He heard a laugh followed by a "BOOM" as his butt and legs filled up with ectoplasm.

With the bear's hands and feet under his control Jason realized there was only one step left.

"Puh-puh-please m-man! G-get out of- *gurgle*" The bear's neck started to bulge as Jason hurriedly squeezed into his host's head. The bear gasped for air as he gagged on ectoplasm, the pressure in his brain close to popping before-.

...

Jason opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his belly filling up and stretching out the tank top he was now wearing. "Oooh fuck yeah" he cooed, using the bear's sexy voice for the first time. He looked down and immediately reached for his beefy pecs, massaging his new nipples with his host's stubby fingers. They were sensitive, hard-wired to his new girthy c*ck as he felt his sweaty jock stretching to the limit. He pulled his waistband back up and felt the airy fabric wrap around his fat ass, immediately nesting between his cheeks.

"Can't believe it fucking WORKED. Hell YEAH BABY! I'M A FUCKING BEAR!" Jason danced around a bit, waving his new jiggly belly around in the air before he heard the door to the locker room open.

Jason watched as one of the bodybuilders stumbled in, so distressed from the workout that he didn't even notice Jason's lean body slumped against the wall. He tiredly glanced at Jason, who was at eye-level with him, and muttered a "How's it going Roy" before walking deeper into the locker room.

Jason's heart skipped a beat, but then calmed down as he realized that no one can tell. He walked up to the mirror and grinned at his reflection as he crossed his arms. He was fucking HUGE.

Jason felt sweat drip down from his forehead, chest, and pits. He carefully lifted his new beefy arms and immediately got hit by a wave of ripe musk. "Fuuuuuck. I smell so... GOOD" he moaned, using Roy's vocal chords. "Not gonna wash these pits" he chuckled.

In the corner of his eye, Jason glanced at his old slumped body. "Damn. I'm so fucking tiny... No wonder I flew into the wall" he reflected. Jason daydreamed for a second, then realized he could live out a huge k*nky fantasy of his. He picked up his old body with ease and took him to a secluded part of the locker room.

Jason started to eagerly rip off his old body's clothes, pulling down his pants and revealing his musky thin yellow briefs. He slipped them off and took the briefs up to his nose, taking a deep inhale of his old musk.

With a smirk, Jason dropped his host's Size XXL gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing his girthy hairy cock. He then started to slip on the Size S yellow briefs up his thick tree trunk legs, making sure the fabric didn't rip. Jason grinned as he felt the tiny briefs get eaten by his new gigantic asscheeks. He grabbed both of his cheeks with his meaty paws and ripped them open, making sure the fabric would touch his new musky *sshole like a thong.

"Ohhhh fuuuck yeah!" he groaned, as he sealed the entrance that he came in from. His d*ck was leaking profusely, more so than his old one did.

Jason pulled his host's shorts up. He grinned at the fat *ss in the mirror before he felt his new phone vibrate. "That who I think it is?"

He unlocked his phone and saw "Carson" had texted him.

Carson: "Hey handsome. What are you up to tonight?"

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, his big belly jiggling with every heave. He pawed at the keyboard with a huge grin.

Roy: "Hey baby. Nothing much. You wanna get k*nky tonight?"

Jason shoved Roy's phone into his pocket before running out of the locker room in a hurry, his big a*s jiggling with every step. His phone vibrated a ton, but Jason knew he needed to do something before he replied.

Later that night...

Jason stripped naked and laid in bed. He opened up his camera and saw the handsome grizzly face of the man he possessed. "Don't know how much time I have in you man but I'm gonna take advantage of it. Gonna get you real k*nky. Make you say shit you'd never say. And I bet Carson would do anything to fuck your musky fat*ss." Jason reached down to finger Roy's *sshole before giving his finger a lick.

"Haha. Alright alright enough fun. Got a video to send to a lucky guy."

Jason started to record.

FIN

#possession #male body swap #bear #ghost #male possession #hairy #twink to bear #beefy #cub #daddy bear

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tibby-art · 5 months

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FUCKING WILLIE IM DYING /POS

dudeee willie actually playing an important role in the au and helping cub get better at his ghost channeling/possession abilities has been rotating in my mind sooo hard… “we love willie you just gotta embrace him” but make it an actual story beat. embrace the ghosts to channel their spirits better and help them

#i think willie visions usuHave to start or end with cub being impaled by a spectral trident #and i think after the visions he coughs up lake water. maybe a little seaweed #the possession au #anon

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connectionterminated13 · 7 months

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Sometimes Michael thinks about the fact that his daughter will die before he does.

He knows that he will outlive Cassie and outlive Jeremy and everyone else he cares about. He hates to think about The fact that 1 day he will probably have to Bury his sweet little girl in the ground.

He doesn't try to think about it much because it gets him down.. Especially with Jeremy, because Jeremy is getting on in years there's and still has poor health after the bite

#cub au #It's really sad except in the scooper ending #The one we're either Cassie gets scooped because I'm evil and dies dies #Or she possesses the mimic or just her dead body like your dad and they get to be together for a while longer #michael afton #cassie fnaf #Did you know I like zombies because I like zombies I like zombies like a lot

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bxnnie-bxwl · 5 months

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thinking of drawing some anthro for security breach..but wonder what Gregory would be….would he be a bear cub you think… or a bunny? o:

#I have a hard time deciding…#then again the thing with dr rabbit it’s really just possession so he’s a fake rabbit #so I think I will make him a bear cub…#so freddy can be like ‘a bear cub..he looks like me 🥺’#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf au

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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"Alright. Cub. What lessons have we learned from this?" Scar asks, tapping a ruler he's gotten from who-knows-where against a mostly incomprehensibly spelled array of signs he's probably been reading for the past twenty minutes.

Cub wouldn't know. He hasn't been listening.

Still, he knows where to go with this. "I don't know, man. I'm still just saying. You, of all people, lecturing me on -"

"I know, I know, but I'm a changed Scar!" Scar says, putting a hand over his heart. "Powers beyond our understanding? Totally over that! Or at least, I totally know when not to mess with them!"

"Uhuh," Cub says.

"You don't have to sound so skeptical," Scar says.

"If I remember right, didn't you get to this season by falling through your weird hole that eats people?"

"It worked perfectly well! And you used llama-powered moon rockets, so really, Cub, let's not get started on moon-induced bad decision making. I have pictures of Moon McGee!"

"Different guy."

"Oh, I see, I see. So, hypothetically, if I hotguy you now -"

"Hotguy? Where's he? I only see Scar here."

The conversation pauses. Scar smirks. "Oh, I see. You know, you really are one of my very good friends. Why, if you said you didn't see me at the scene of the crime, it must be a case of mistaken identity!"

"Exactly, my friend. Exactly," Cub says.

"Ah, we should do more things like - hey, what were we talking about?"

"You were scolding me for the sculk incident," Cub helpfully clarifies.

"Oh, thanks," Scar says. "You know how it is sometimes. It's so easy to lose track of which bad decision we're talking about now."

"I mean. Bad decision to you," Cub says.

"...Cub. What lesson have you learned from this?" Scar asks.

"Next time I tell the fog to let me remember it, because man, the expressions on your faces had to have been hilarious. Like, large-scale sculk attack? Gotta hand it to me, that's a good one."

Scar thinks about it for a moment.

"You know what? Good enough," he says. "Help me tear down these signs. I can't tell what I wrote either."

"Yeah, you've gotta work on that one, buddy," Cub says, taking out an axe.

"I have a very good excuse!" Scar says, throwing up his hands, and Cub laughs as he starts tearing down the scolding signs.

#hermitcraft #empires smp #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #a bee fic #i'm just saying like. you COULD go the angsty direction #but lets be real. cub would have done this even if he HADNT been possessed #and scar would be. vaguely encouraging probably #this is the best that conversation would get

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bear-cubs-art-things · 11 months

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Okay so. Celestials redesigns

Might make a separate post about their (rethought and remade/new) abilities and headcanons later idk

#bear cub art things #msm #my singing monsters #msm au #a girl and a bowgart au #bear rambles #WOOOOO IM HAPPY WITH THESE!!!!#LOOK AT EM!!!!#they got tattoo-sigils on them for their element that they possess 😎#teehee

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iconsumeheadcanons · 1 year

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cub aint special. i turn into the sculk every time i have a migraine. he just needs some coffee and this possession will be over with

#skxmxmdmd i love when the hermits get possessed. they are normal people #cubs ep just makes me think he would fit right in w the empires smp if he ever wanted to #not that im in charge. but hes got the right energy.#cubfan135 #empires #hermitcraft #empires smp #boop.txt #i might wanna make a list if hermits i think would do really good empires on esmp #and maybe what theme i think theyd build on #also i wish my migraines would vanish w coffee ;; ive got the stupid ones that r resistant to meds aaaaaaaaa

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convexicalcrow · 6 months

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Hermit Horror Week 2023 Day 1: s8/game mechanics

what if the one hermit who consistently gets his ass possessed also got his ass possessed by moon big. what if that happened.

The moon was big. Cub was very certain of that fact. Whether that was due to it coming closer, or growing bigger, that he was less sure about, to be honest. He was also floating into the air, and he'd constructed a Very Scientific instrument to measure it's progress. It was definitely getting worse. Perhaps anyone else might have gone mad from not sleeping, but not Cub! He thrived on insomnia! Even the phantoms made him laugh, the silly creatures. They were just weird flying dogs, right? Yeah! Nipping at his heels, just being a nuisance, nothing to worry about!

He'd needed no real convincing to join the Mooners. Mumbo's explanation made as much sense as any as to why the moon had decided to crash into their world. And it was definitely crashing, right? Sure! Why not? Made about as much sense as anything else. Of course the moon would be lonely and sad about all the Hermits sleeping the night away! So if sleeping was what the moon detested, then he wouldn't sleep! Easy! He could do that without even thinking. And he'd have more time to work on his projects. The enchanted desert still wasn't finished yet.

The shadows dancing in the corner of his vision didn't seem weird. Why would they? The moon being so huge in the sky had messed with the shadows and everything looked weird. Simultaneously too bright and not bright enough. Everything looked like the colour had been drained from it, like the world was now in monochrome.

It definitely couldn't be the not sleeping, though. Sure, it had been weeks now, but he was fine! He didn't even feel tired anymore! Just a bit of Vex magic and some regen potions here and there and he was fine. Never felt better!

…his name is cubfan135…

The Octagon seemed…

Cub blinked. Thought he'd seen something- but there's no way it moved, right? No, of course not. That was silly. It had legs, sure, but it couldn't walk. Nah, nah, he was just seeing things, that's all. Just the weird-

The Octagon screamed-

Cub shook his head. No. He was seeing things. That wasn't right. There was no swirling mass of deep blackness there. There was no vortex threatening to swallow the world. The amethyst wasn't singing because there was no amethyst. It wasn't a black hole, it was just the deepslate not reflecting enough light to-

"Cub? You okay, my dude?"

Ren's voice shimmered through the air. Cub closed his eyes. Perhaps he was falling-

No. He was floating. The moon had come to reclaim her child and Cub reached for her eagerly. The moonlight was all he could see; faint whispers filled his mind, but he was so used to that it didn't even bother him. Probably just the Vex again, they did that a lot. Nothing to worry about.

He was lying on a cloud, dripping moonlight from his fingers. They fell to earth, making the ground shake. He smiled serenely as the moon whispered all kinds of things to him. This was just a dream. He was fine. Nothing to worry about.

Cub was placing sand in the hot sun. He was digging up sand in the hot sun. He'd grown used to the strange visions he was seeing now. If he looked at the sun, it turned into a falcon. His mind was running a million miles an hour with the most absurd thoughts he could come up with. Was he going mad? Probably. Didn't matter, though. He just thought of one of the ancient Pharaohs putting minigolf in their pyramid and burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, sand slipping through his fingers as he wandered elsewhere into his mind.

…his name is cubfan135…

Cub was gazing up at the moon. Ren was beside him. He had joined some other moon cult, or so he'd said. Cub didn't really understand his ramblings about moon rocks or potatoes, to be honest.

"She's demanding heads, Cub. She wants- heads. I can feel it, bro. It's what she tells me to do," Ren murmured.

"Then I guess that's what you gotta do, Ren," Cub said.

"It feels like she's…" Ren paused. "I don't want to say possessed? But maybe- maybe she's possessed me. I don't know. You know what that's like, right?"

"Possession? Maybe, maybe," Cub said.

Red eyes stared at him across the enchanted desert. Every night they were there, like a predator stalking prey. But not stalking, just watching. Red eyes and a dark shadow. Perhaps a wolf. Perhaps a Rendog, Cub thought and laughed.

Was it a portent of bad things to come? Well, maybe. But the moon was still insanely huge in the sky, so like, maybe there were other more direct warnings, you know? Anyway, the red eyes didn't move. Didn't approach. Made no sound. Just watching. Weird. But as long as it left him alone, Cub decided he really didn't care.

Thunder. Lighting didn't really seem all that impressive with all the moonlight drowning it out. Cub was standing on top of Pearl's base, watching Boatem. It was quiet. He didn't know how long he'd been up here. He just knew the moon was filling almost the whole sky, and the levitation effects had left him with sore legs from falling back to earth so often. He felt… paralysed. Been a while since he felt this scared. The moon was whispering; his stomach growled. It had been a while since he'd fed the moon the Vex. She They hungered for blood.

…his name is cubfan135…

There was one cavern carved into the canyon that Cub didn't remember building. It was tucked away behind a lot of dripstone; you couldn't even see it from the outside. But he'd fallen into it, and found himself looking at some kind of shrine. Something - a conduit? - floated above it, giving off a powerful energy that drew him in. Images flashed into his mind: the moon crashing, rabid dogs hunting, the ocean turning red, his sword covered with blood. Then, whispers, whispers, the moon was whispering to him. Feed me. Bring me their heads. Feed me. I am. Moonatrix Octa.

There was a section of wall in his main base where he'd carved a notch in the stone for every day he hadn't slept. There were so many now that his initial neat tallies of fives had devolved rapidly into marks that had no organisation whatsoever. He'd tried counting them once, but he'd got lost around 54, and started again, where he'd got lost at 81, and then again at 43. Honestly, he wasn't even sure they were actually the right tally marks, even though he remembered coming in here every night to carve another one. Fuck, he was tired.

He heard chanting as he flew over Boatem. Saw Ren and Doc circling Mumbo chanting his name. You know, just normal Hermit things. They were wearing some weird robes, but that's all Cub really took in before he crashed into Scar's mountain and had to pretend like he hadn't actually done that as he brushed the snow off and steadied himself on the wall of Grian's observatory. He watched the scene before him, seeing Ren and Doc throwing potions and wielding axes. Man, those moon cults must be getting worse if they're dancing around Mumbo and dropping spiderwebs at his-

Cub respawned, having no memory of how he'd died. He lay in bed, and he didn't notice anything weird until he turned his head to see Doc sitting by his bed, clearly holding Ren back as he growled and bared his teeth at him.

Cub pulled back. "Hey, no, you-"

"We left your stuff in a chest. Sorry about the murder, but we needed your head," Doc said.

"What- wait, what happened? Why's he-?" Cub said. "Do I even want to know?"

"Moon's big." Doc shrugged, as if that was that.

Ren snarled. "Moonatrix Octa thanks you for your sacrifice."

Cub stared at his hands in the moonlight. He was sure they'd turned purple. That's definitely a thing that could happen, right? He laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that masked deep fear. He closed his eyes as the ground shook, steadying himself against a tree. When he looked again, his hands were covered in blood. He looked up. Red eyes watching. Sharp fingers clawed his shoulders. Harsh whispers. Feed me. Bring me their heads. I am nearly here. Not long now. I must have them. You can save them all. Behold my wrath, I am Moonatrix Octa.

Cub held a Vex head in his hands. Didn't know why. Didn't know how he'd even got one. He didn't remember raiding a mansion. He wouldn't kill Vexes for one. He was better than that. But clearly it meant only one thing: the Vex were calling.

"So your moon rock possessed you, hey, Ren? Well. You know nothing of possession," Cub said as he put the mask on, his body transforming into his Vex form.

The moon whispered eagerly, egging him on. He took his sword, stomach hungry for blood, and flew straight to the Octagon. This would be easy.

…his name is Renthedog…

#hermitcraft #fanfic #hermithorrorweek2023 #cubfan135 #rendog #docm77 #hermatrix lore #hallucinations #delusional thinking #possession #vex cub #moonatrix octa #hc8 #moon big #back on my moon big bullshit again sorry not sorry #what happens when you don't sleep and have a penchant for being possessed by things #idk how many of these prompts i'll do but here's one at least :D

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fullcirclehuh · 1 month

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Burgundy-Etho

Bronze-Grian

Gold-Gem

Lime-Joel

Olive-Bdubs

Jade-Mumbo

Teal-False

Cerulean-Scar

Indigo-Zedaph

Purple-Doc

Violet-Impulse

Fuschia-Skizz

help me place the rest before I succumb to the

#I dont know what's possessing me but I cannot rest until the work is finished #I cannot for the like of me place tango despite watching all his vids oughgh #or pearl. or cub. or x. help #hermitcraft #homestuck #<- tag combo that makes me go Huh?#hermitstuck #oh fuck that auto filled? time to go to that tag

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braxiatel · 1 year

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As always, It notices the moment an outsider steps into Its domain.

It is one of the powerful Souls, the ones It cannot harness, yet something feels different about this one. It remembers another such Soul, not stepping into Its fog but rather appearing there by magic.

That is enough to attract Its attention and draw It to the surface.

The Soul is floundering in the fog, as they all do, and soon it has passed out.

It would be so very easy for It to let it perish, or perhaps use the Soul as bait for the other creatures that lurk in the fog, the creatures It can feed off. But this Soul feels different from the local villagers, and It is curious.

Perhaps It will take the Soul instead, make it Its. Yes, yes, It likes the sound of that, with how much life force the Soul has, it must have travelled far. It would like to expand Its sphere of influence.

“That would be most unwise.”

The creature that has spoken to It in such a way in Its domain has also travelled far, allowed into this world by a door left open. The creature is a Soul, a powerful one, It would grow considerably were the creature to perish.

“That is assuming you could kill me,” the creature says. “You could not.”

It is powerful, It is patient, It always wins in the end.

“Perhaps, when you are dealing with mortal creatures and mindless mobs,” the creature says. “I am neither of those.”

It knows that.

“Ah, so you do know what I am.”

Yes, It knows. It knows of the creature's kind. It knows Them.

“Then why are you trying to take what belongs to the Vex? Do not try to pretend you do not sense our Claim.”

It senses the claim, just as It senses that the Soul is not claimed by any version of Them that belongs to this world.

“What belongs to the Vex once, belongs thus to the Vex forever. The Claim is not bound by time nor place, nor such trivial things as timelines and universes. This mortal is ours.”

And how do They plan to stop It? What will They do if It reaches out Its tendrils and-

“A deal,” the creature suggests. “The vessel we do not care for, but the soul is ours.”

It considers. It has little use of a mindless husk, those It has aplenty, spawning from the darkness in Its home. It needs the Soul to remain, to spread Its message and Its influence across the lands.

“Lay out your terms then, and I will consider on behalf of my people.”

It needs only control the Soul for a little while, once the seeds have been planted and the darkness has fallen It has no more use for either vessel or Soul.

“A loan, then. And what will we get in return?”

It knows of Them, knows there is only one thing They would ask in return.

“The nature of your magic is indeed of some interest to us. It is a bargain we would accept.”

Then They should take it and leave the Soul in Its possession.

“Very well. But first…” the creature squeezes the Soul’s tender flesh, talons digging deep enough to draw blood. With its other hand it procures a vial, letting one, two, three drops of the Soul’s essence drip from its claws.

“As collateral, a way to ensure you do not take more than our Bargain has warranted. As for your own payment...”

It feels the cold grip of Them, grasping and taking. It feels weakness, but that matters little. Soon It will spread farther than It had thought possible, It will know power hitherto unknown.

“Perhaps. Time will tell,” the creature says. “Take good care of what you have borrowed, we would not be pleased were you to break that which belongs to us.”

It will not break, only mould. Only shape. Only take.

“As you were,” the creature says, and vanishes back to Their domain.

Once again alone It reaches for the Soul, for Its price. Then It sets to work, preparing the Soul for the coming of Its darkness.

—

Cub wakes, and while his head is fuzzy and his hands are stinging with blood, he has never seen the world so clearly before.

He has seen the light and the light is souls. The light is sculk. The light is darkness.

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