adulthoodisokay:

gaymilesedgeworth:

orteil42:

orteil42:

*at obscure fetish party* anyway here’s wonder bread

been getting threats of violence over this one and honestly? that’s fair

i’m really excited to announce that i have no goddamn idea what this post means

unfortunately, i know exactly what it means.

icumton:

Pairing: KingKaard (King x Rouxls Kaard)

Rating, Tags: Explicit. Contains size difference, begging.

Words: 500

Author’s Note: I have nothing to say for myself. Enjoy!

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“Beg for it, Kaard.”

“Please–”

The King let his full weight drop onto Rouxls’ sweat-slicked back, crushing the duke into the bed; the air was expelled forcefully from Rouxls’ lungs and white spots danced in his vision.

It was a fortuitous coincidence that Rouxls was made of rather malleable substance. The sudden, tremendous pressure knocking the wind out of him gave him a few split seconds of asphyxial bliss until his organs molded to what little space they were now permitted to occupy. When the air returned to him, sweltering and sticky in his throat, the first word from his mouth was “Sire!”; a delirious, shrill cry of joy.

“Beg for it,” the King snarled again in Rouxls’ ear, the bedsprings squealing as he rocked his great hips into him. Rouxls keened gratefully, wriggling underneath him; the King’s formidable girth filled him so completely, stretched him wide, and made his skinny body tremble and spasm from how much cock it had to accommodate.

“H-Harder, Sire, please–” Rouxls’ whiny voice pleaded from below, “P-Please, more…”

The King grunted, easing his way slowly but surely deeper into Rouxls. Beneath him, Rouxls gritted his teeth and fisted the sheets desperately, pressing his long forehead to the mattress.

“A-ahh…” the King exhaled heavily, his tongue lolling from his sharp teeth. His cock was begging him for more as well, throbbing almost painfully inside of Rouxls. Most nights, the King really liked to make his duke earn it, grovel for it; tensions were running high this evening, it seemed, so high that the King really couldn’t stand to wait much longer.

He needed to fuck his duke. Hard. Immediately.

The King straightened up on his knees and raked a claw up Rouxls’ spine, all the way to the nape of his neck. Rouxls shuddered in delight.

“Let’s flip you over, shall we?” the King growled, slipping out of Rouxls briefly to turn him on his back. “You’re gonna watch me cum.”

“Y-yes, Sire,” Rouxls stammered, eyes wide as he spread his legs again, lifting his knees and opening them as wide as he could. “Thine wish is my commande.”

There were a few moments of silence as the King stared down at Rouxls, his belly heaving from exertion. There was something so inexplicably erotic about the goofy duke. His blue skin, almost gelatinous in consistency and flecked with beads of milky perspiration, shone in the dappled candlelight and his downy white hair, sprouting from his chest and underarms and trailing down his taut stomach to wreathe his skinny cock, was sticky with sweat. He had this manner of almost pitiful desperation; droopy eyes leaking ectoplasmic tears, mouth parted and pushing out tiny whimpers with every out-breath. 

The King lined himself up between Rouxls’ legs, eyes fixed on him as he squirmed with excitement. He loved to watch Rouxls’ face as he pushed himself in… 

He grasped Rouxls’ ankles– like twigs in his monstrous fists– and took him completely in one sharp thrust of his hips. 

monstrous-loves:

Imagine dating a monster who can shift between human and monstrous forms. They’ve been taught that their real self is hideous, that they can never truly belong, and they must conceal it from  the world. Even when you’re together, they’re apprehensive about revealing their true form to you, but you assure them that you’ll accept them, whatever form they take.

 When you touch them for the first time undisguised,they start sobbing, because they never thought they would know love like this.

ann-fortunately:

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

sableaire:

bananonbinary:

marowreck:

bananonbinary:

so, deltarune becomes kind of horrifying if you assume the player is
possessing kris. We save over THEIR save file at the beginning with our own name.

Kris can’t move or defend themself unless we tell them to. They even
noticeably didn’t contribute a team name idea, even susie did that!

Kris
often just stands blankly during cutscenes like a Good Protagonist, but
it’s especially jarring when literally everyone in the scene reacts but
them:

more disturbing than that tho, is when the player relinquishes control and kris lifelessly ragdolls, because they literally can’t do anything.

when susie grabs them:

when the floor falls away:

when the king hits and subsequently drops them (Admittedly they were pretty badly hurt here):

Notably, Kris DOES seem to be able to break control occasionally:

when the supply closet door scares them, they take a step back.

they bow along with the others to protect lancer, in direct contrast to the above instances where they just stand motionless during “group” actions.

THEY were the one who was scared when the guards surrounded everyone, the only time they “show” any emotion at all:

They seemed to be in control during the thing with the Fountain, which makes sense since the soul was otherwise occupied.

Finally, THEY WERE THE ONE WHO CHOSE TO PROTECT SUSIE.

I don’t really have a nice pithy way to close this, but it seems like only extreme fear can free Kris from our control for a short time. Nice happy fun game.

Thinking that way, i think they CHOSE to rip their heart out trying to avoid to be controlled again. What do you think? You are the soul, they are your vessel. With no soul, the vessel is by itself. The funny part is that the game says that your choices for them don’t matter, and suzy says the same about Kris’ choices, but at the end, the choice to rip their fucking soul out of their fucking body was theirs.

Yeah, i definitely think the ending was Kris finally breaking through enough to cast us out. the most horrifying part? the cage being the ONLY thing on their side of the room implies this may have happened before.

ALSO:

@catgirl9696 pointed out in the notes another crucial moment where Kris helplessly watches us do something: throwing out the ball of junk at the end.

Kris has exactly ONE item that actually belongs to them.

if you use it, they admire it and nothing else happens. if you DROP it, on the other hand, this happens:

if you choose no:

if you choose yes:

I am 100% convinced that Kris’ lack of friends, lack of belongings in their room, etc, is because Players have tormented them before, and they’re scared to have anything that belongs to them that Someone Else could just take or destroy on a whim.

In my view, Undertale and Deltarune are both games about choices, agency, and meta in video games. Undertale explores the idea of making choices as a ‘player’ playing a ‘game’ in a way that affects the world as a whole, which we can see in both Flowey’s actions and our own. However, Deltarune seems to be more personal, exploring how a ‘player’ playing a ‘game’ can affect an individual.

I’m so excited to see where this goes.