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propertyofwhitney67 · 2 months
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Omg he's holding both of them, I'm soft ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
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v0ids3nt · 14 days
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ag cuardú go damanta… mo ghrá. (searching fiercely for… my love.)
ivory wraith singing to their baby!
yes this is a song of the sea reference YES I LOVE SAOIRSE
okay I KNOW WE CANT HAVE PARENT FEM WRAITH BUT I SAY YES. kindaaa illustrated my scene, u can see reblogs of it heehee, it’s a big long paragraph
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disaster-zoner · 1 month
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Me: I'll never understand the appeal of tentacle hentai.
Also me: *Simping for not one, not two, but three different tentacle havers.*
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How could this happen to me?
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yanna-yuna · 2 months
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if you become a nun of the temple they'll tell you the enemy is the slimes/tentacles/lurkers around town, the slimes you encounter in the sewage drains are always pink
but if you let the ivory wraith possess you while you're in the compound, they'll use your body to free a bunch of ivory beings that were being kept in boxes, and when the creatures don't know you're being possessed by ivory wraith they seem shy/unsure of themselves, but once they know it's them they'll immediately follow his commands
i think the pink creatures are the enemies but the ivory ones follow the ivory wraith, maybe they wouldn't attack us if it weren't for the fact that we stole the necklace and pissed off the ivory wraith
the ivory wraith seems to have their own set of principles, because despite raping us whenever the blood moon comes around, if you're kidnapped by strangers and tied to an altar where they try to rape you, if you scream for help the ivory wraith will come to your rescue and help you escape
i also think the pink creatures have an effect on their environment, which explains why all the town residents are abnormally horny
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kittiesandkillers · 3 months
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The Ivory Wraith likes flowers. I want to bring them flowers. Let me give them flowers, please.
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hakusins · 1 month
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cw // tentacles, red eyes, blood water(?)
the ivory wraith
have we met somewhere before?
pc feels a strange feeling of deja vu
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petpc · 3 months
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I LOVE FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yay 💖
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undead-merman · 6 months
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Day Twelve: Possession
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Ivory Wraith and GN-Pc
Contains dubcon, possession, tentacles, fucking of holes not meant to be fucked, mind break.
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You could never run. It always managed to find you, always creeped around waiting for its chance. An invisible predator always at your heels. You tried the farms, the woods, even under your own bed.
So you find yourself at the beach surrounded by people you don’t know just to have some kind of shield, or at least that’s the hope. The people filter around you, drinks in hand, as they chatter and fluff about. Some have their eye on you, but you can’t spend the energy to care about a few stray looks. You had to keep your eyes out for one specific gaze, a crimson stare that always manged to spot you. Always. You held a red solo cup, though it was still full. You didn’t touch it at all. You had used it as an excuse to keep people from talking to you as you scouted the party. Eyes, so many eyes.
You brushed off a few people, some that gotten more grabby than others, but when you stomped on their foot, you might have also scared them with that look on your face. It was probably unhinged. You couldn’t really find a fuck to give.
A breeze blew past, colder than most. The chill sent a paranoid shiver up your spine. Doubt then suddenly flooded your mind. Your plan wasn’t working, was it? Even surrounded by people, you still couldn’t hide yourself? When you heard the whisper of your name on the wind, it all but confirmed it for you. You threw down your cup, you didn’t even hear the man yelling at you for staining his pants, you simply pushed your way through the crowd. You shoved past dozens of people, not sparing them another glance until your bare feet hit the sand. Until you could no longer see the lights of the seaside social.
Your breathing was heavy, you could feel your heart racing, sweat leaking down the back of your neck. Yet you could still hear it. It simply had to be the wind, right? With how faint it really was, could you trust your own ears? Even with how much you were stricken with terror? The Blood moon hung high in the sky casting a ruby light on everything, the shadows were even deeper there.
“I will always find you.” like it was your lover’s breath in your ear.
Your fingers twitched and suddenly went cold and numb. The feeling crawled up your arm as you fell into the sand. Your arms were suddenly not your own as they reached up and started gropping you. One hand a bit too rough on your crotch and the other shooting up your shirt and scratching at your nipple, bring a tear to your eye.
“You and I are inseparable.” you could feel their long hair around you as if it was your own, violently masturbating with hands that are ice-cold on your own body. It was shameful that it was bringing such lewd noises out of you. Had you really been that pent-up from the paranoia? You caught yourself grinding into those numb fingers.
Fuck, it feels so good. The entity behind your alien hand syndrome knew your most sensitive spot, even more intimately than you knew your own body. Pinching your swollen buds, pulling them, even flicking them, making you gasp and whimper. Your fingers slipped into your undies and start stroking feverishly. You were so vulnerable, your clothes were being wiggled out of without your knowledge, simply too focused on the pleasure. It was wrought out of you, milking you as whispered threats were sung into your ear with jubilation.
You came with a scream that was eaten by an ice-cold mouth. Lips collided with yours and you saw their face. Ivory pale with no color anywhere besides their empty red eyes. Even that long wavy hair felt like a cage as it framed the both of you. Your entire body went numb, surely the wraith had sucked out your very soul.
A prisoner in your own body. You could feel every grain of sand against your back but could not even blink, your body was theirs to puppet. They prep your body, spreading your legs, opening your lips. The scream you wanted to let out didn’t even squeak when you felt the cold slither of snakes against your flesh. You knew far too well those tendrils were not mortal. They pressed against your stomach, wiggling into your bellybutton, your lips, every hole it tried to slither inside, not even your ears were safe.
With a hive mind rhythm they all pushed in at the same time. Your body provided no resistance as they invaded your innards. Each push sent a static of ecstasy that sent heat from your holes up your spine into your brain stem and into your Parietal lobe, turning it into goo. Even the tiny pseudopods that fucked your ears, which made deafening squelching sounds, felt like they were working you to orgasm. They weren’t even organs anymore, just fuck holes.
From your overly wet eyes that were spilling fat globs of tears, you could make out two more, and your heart sank. Where else could they possibly violate? Turns out, your nose was another prime sexual organ. It tickled all the way up to your brain, you could even feel the pleasure behind your eyes as the explosive force of euphoria. You wanted to scream, needed to, but your mouth was not your own and was occupied.
Even when you reached your peak, they drew out the feeling more and more as each orifice was thrust into more and more, making your nerves burn with pleasure so deep it felt like pain. Your guts were filled with a clear fluid that you could see squirt out of your hole. You could feel your stomach bloat from both ends. Shot after shot you could feel each appendage cum inside each hole, leaving a sticky yet warm sensation. It slowly heated, adding to a sudden need to keep going, to cum over and over again.
Slime dripped out of your nose, ears, and mouth in thick gooey clumps as they pull away. But with their tanks empty, you were able to briefly take control of your limbs once more. You seized it. Pulling back a pale tentacle, you licked up the drooling spend pouring out of your mouth and pulled the smallest little tendril back. You stroked it lovingly, offering it a place to be warmed and to fuck once again by your snotting nose. You offered a loving smile up to that sickly monster.
And it returned the kiss with its own sinister smirk.
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junjunjunko · 2 years
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The Ivory Wraith.
PNGs down below.
By the way, yes, this is a remake of my old Ivory Wraith art from last year.
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dol-and-hp · 1 year
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Imagine a questline where Ivory Wraith give us the necklace (& we can wear it as protection) instead of us stealing it
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propertyofwhitney67 · 2 months
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I finally got it, I am now at peace.
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143aina · 9 days
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My favorite dol characters are Alex, Jordan, Wren and Ivory Wraith
In order. I think.
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dol-dee · 2 months
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Oh Dee.. What have you done?
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yallaliyalla · 2 years
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kittiesandkillers · 3 months
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I hope we eventually get more info on the mysterious connection between pc, Sydney and the Ivory Wraith. It's practically canon by now that we're the reincarnation of Iw's partner, but where does Sydney come in? And does any of this connect to Sydney's behavior in the prayer room? And possibly Sydney's distrust of Harper as well?
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cotton-candy-jester · 7 months
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Yes Winter gives me good money whenever I bring them artifacts but the pretty eldritch person helps me steal shit so no I'm not taking their necklace
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