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Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

"it's a foxgirl promise" means it's the most trustworthy thing in the whole wide world and you have to believe it 100%

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

fascinatingly intimate moment between me and my lesbian dental hygienist today when i asked for a glass of water sitting up in the chair before any of the cleaning or work had even started and she went "oh here this is quicker" and held my mouth open and put the little hose in and had me just keep swallowing the little trickle of water from that for a few moments. eye contact the whole time

Tumblr is a fate driven website. You can't find posts through the search function, you see them when you're meant to.

I'm infallible by the way

i call every animal I encounter a picture of she, even if they're obviously displaying male dimorphic traits to offset the fact that everyone else is doing the exact same thing but with he/him

3b1b spell of Think About Women

I want to be clear, it's all about the unrelenting devotion. It's even better if it's someone I trust doing the alterations. I trust they won't hurt me, and I can't even resist if I tried. Because that's how it should be. Absolute, unyielding devotion to your mistress(es).

Yes I like the concept of Yakumo Aka, how could you tell?

I want to be turned into a haunting echo of myself, just slightly out of tune. All my values, desires, and ambitions twisted to suit another's end. Yet, I also want them to still remain. That way, when people who knew me before encounter me again, they are reminded of the ghost I once was.

I assure them, of course, that I'm far happier like this.

you can place maids in envelopes and mail them to other households!

Very true

On a particularly cold and quiet day, an unassuming piece of paper is carried on the wind, and dances itself to a new home inside your mailbox. After a few seconds of deliberation, the mailbox's flag jolts upright in response; its speed spiteful of its joint. This new resident smells of three things in equal parts: lavender, wine, and smoke. There is no discerning the source of the last, it seems equal parts wood and tobacco. It's a refined smell, but juvenile. A keen drinker (certainly not just an alcoholic..?) would be able to pinpoint the reason: Box wine. Cheap wine. On its surface lies a spattering of dirt. It has traveled quite far to get here, but it is happy to have done so. The envelope seems overly eager to be opened. It's nearing break time after all. The payload inside has been dutifully protected. A holographic card serving as a flyer advertising a job opportunity... oddly without any address.., and a dime bag with a brass thumbtack in it Embossed in the tacky sanguine-lilac cardstock are the words "Occult Housekeeping" and in a smaller font below it, "If interested, apply here!". Next to this text, is a section cut out from the holographic film. An iridescent marking is slightly visible on the white backing, hinting at its use

Lovely, thank you

what's your lady's deal

She's an incredible and talented person who has been unfairly tormented over the years by far too many things. Also its incredibly funny and a very skilled writer

what are maids but knight who combat dragons made of dust and dish?

what you don't understand could fill a library

DID MY YAOI STICKERS ARRIVE

ok. well better luck next time

I’m a cis boy and I’m constantly eggbaiting hot trans people online and irl.

I slip little calculated comments into conversation that make me seem like a repressed girl, or let out wistful little sighs at strategic moments.

I know I’m evil but this is the only way girls want to top me.

this is the most egg thing I have ever heard in my life

the night after one of your worse furies, she offers you her teacup.

"go on, take a sip," she entreats. "a maid must protect her lady from threats internal as well, no?" you do not flush, and she merely smiles - but you both know you've been found out.

all you can really do, then, is relish the numbness as it spreads through your lips.

you are the only person who understands my blog. thank you.

I want to be turned into a haunting echo of myself, just slightly out of tune. All my values, desires, and ambitions twisted to suit another's end. Yet, I also want them to still remain. That way, when people who knew me before encounter me again, they are reminded of the ghost I once was.

I assure them, of course, that I'm far happier like this.

oh to have a drunk woman utterly defiling my body with her hands with no regard to the fact that we’re in public and just shushing me when i suggest that we go somewhere more private. oh to smell the thick heady liquor on her breath as she licks my ears and pins me against a wall, unceremoniously shoving her hand down my skirt

Call me a communist the way I want to be publicly owned.

if you're committing taboos and so on they have to be cooked properly. the rock sugar and soy sauce and sherry and spring onion are essential.

hubris? that can't affect me i dont know what that means

Deranged transfem here. Im planning on making a custom virtual assistant, think siri/cortana, but it doesnt steal your data. Gonna give it my deadname and voice, so I can torture my parents by trapping their son's soul in my phone, and if they deadname me he reaponds so I can just pretend theyre not talking to me.

this is still so funny

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sexy evil characters who snap their fingers to activate their powers could do anything to me