#Demon Mode

[deaddovedecadence]

im dying my hair today so here's jjk people reacting to you wanting to dye your hair (in the dad! gojou verse with no name)

notes: there's both romantic and platonic yandere in this one, mentions of sex

Nobara

you want to dye? she's first in line to do it for you. She's the one that helped you chop your hair when it got too long, the one who does your nails and your makeup when you're down

she orders the best dye on your father's dime and he just laughs, more lenient with them then he'll ever be with you

sends everyone away til it's done

Megumi

doesn't get it but is supportive. He does genuinely want your happiness as long as you're doing something deemed safe

He'll wash your hair and prep it for you, humming to himself as you sit together in silence. Does the best job of getting all the dye out with his long ass fingers

gojou probably invades your time together at some point to fuck with you

tells you that you look beautiful afterwards and you can't help the flush when he runs fingers through your fresh clean hair and sends you off to Nobara

Yuuji

doesn't get it at all, and when you ask how he dyes his own hair, reveals that it's naturally that color of pink.

you don't know what to do with this information because you know your dad is weird,hell megumi is weird but sweet innocent yuuji, what the fuck

ends up asking sukuna to do it for you

Sukuna

is half laughing at yuuji while he dyes it for you. makes you let him pick the color and to no one's surprise it's the same pink color that he and yuuji share.

sharp nails make you feel amazing, getting all the gunk and grime out of the parts of your hair that's hard to reach

the two of you somehow end up fucking because sukuna likes your hair in his colors. megumi has to carry you back to your room afterwards

Gojou

happens several years before everyone else's

you've managed to fuck up big time, like refusing to call him dad or at least satoru.

takes you to his favorite salon, and has them dye your hair a brilliant white so you look like him

you know not to say anything because he will kill all these people if you disobey enough. you're lucky getting off with a simple hair dye.

makes you wear your hair like that for a year.

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

im- ready to gift my soul to park seonghwa 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️🤲🏻🤲🏻

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I wanted to draw a pinup. I wanted to draw Charlie. I have it in my brain that she's a Tequila Devil when she drinks the stuff, so why not put it all together?

[cecizilla1]

Currently working on my promotional posters for Time Waits For No One and one of them is inspired by this chapter cover from Rurouni Kenshin. We working on demon mode Curlya nation.

I love torturing this white man‼️ -🙏🏻🐭💙

[stormyvoltzzz]

It's wild how such precious beans can go demon mode when push comes to shove!

[toryhis]

Tristan Liones!

After timeskip in demon mode!

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[kizuvisualkei]

Kizu New Look "Demon" version

ー最新アーティスト写真公開ー

『鬼』ver.

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: The Tsumiki years

Summery: it wasn't always just you, Your Father and Megumi. Once there were four (a prologue for the Dad! Gojou verse that doesn't have a name, and if you want more of it, check out my #demon mode tag)

Warning(s): possessive behavior, parentification, dead dove do not eat, this is pretty tame actually, belittling.

Request(s): none

When you were young you didn't have the words for what Gojou your father did to you. Sometimes when you think about telling people, even though you know it'd get them killed or hurt or something worse then any of that, you still don't have the words.

He brought Megumi and Tsumiki to you maybe a few something after you were taken. You're not sure. Barely remember them coming (liar).

"Hello?" A warm little voice says, "are you alright?" You shake your head wildly, and the voice hums. "Can you look at me? It's rude not to look at people when they're talking to you. You know that. He's told you a couple times.

You look away from the couch only to see a girl with pretty blue eyes staring at you with something you don't know. "Why are you crying?" She asks, edging her way into the narrow spot behind the couch. There's a boy behind her, watching you with green, green, eyes. You don't want to look at him, reminds you too much of Him.

Once the girl is close, she takes your hand from your person, half humming a lullaby. "I don't know why you're sad but maybe if you come out, you'll feel better." You won't, you know that but you follow th girl anyways, keeping a hand tucked in hers.

He's waiting for you outside of the couch area, clearly amused with your rebellion. "This is Tsumiki," He introduces the girl, "and Megumi," the boy. He's got a weird name for a boy. You tell him so. He looks pissed for a moment before the now named Tsumiki scolds you. "Not nice. He can't choose his name you know." With that she walks away, the one named Megumi, right on her heels.

Somehow you feel bad, like you shouldn't have done it. She reminds you of your mom, warm and stern and something a little bit scary. "I explained to Tsumiki and Megumi that you're still adjusting here, that I only adopted you recently and to give you a little bit of space." He says softly, "They will tell me if you run away sweetie." You hate pet names, they make you want to scream. He doesn't seem to care.

You were so naive them, actually thought that he was lying. You know better know. Megumi has always been on your father's side and when she was... here , so was Tsumiki.

There were good times, and you know that. Know that Tsumiki wanted you to be happy with them and sometimes you think she could have understood. That's not to say that there weren't good times, there were but somehow your father always managed to ruin them.

"Miki that isn't how you do it!" you snap, tugging the doll away from her. You've always liked to create, to do fashion and you've been trying to show her what you like to do.

Your Father (not dad, never dad even little you knows better then that) keeps you in dolls and gets you new things for them when he says you've been good. Tsumiki likes to play with you but you don't know how to explain to her that she doesn't do it right, that house has a mom and a dad and not just a dad and siblings.

Megumi doesn't like to play at all but he'll watch sometimes or sit near with his dogs. He's gotten good at manifesting them, something that you aren't allowed to do. Your Father says that you are too weak, too soft to ever use the cursed energy that you know you have because you can make flowers grow and wilt whereas Tsumiki can only see, not use. She doesn't seem to mind though, likes watching, and somehow even bosses your father around. She's big and strong.

Your Father walks in just as you've managed to convince Tsumiki that a mom is important, even though she thinks that moms are silly. They're aren't lots of things that Miki thinks are silly but when she does there isn't any telling her anything else. "What's going on here?" He asks, and Megumi looks away from his dogs, says "They're trying to decide if you need a mom for house." Your Father hums, and takes a doll away, and says, "Mom's don't do anything. That's why we have older sisters." Tsumiki beams and you feel... sad. Moms are important but maybe they aren't as important as sisters?

Tsumiki ran the house with a gentle iron fist and by the time you and Megumi were ten even Your Father was listening to her. Like cleaning day. You still feel... something when you think about cleaning day.

Tsumiki wakes everyone up in the early morning, Megumi following at her side. As much as the two of them argue, he's always at her side, glaring at the shadows when they get too rowdy which doesn't happen very often. Megumi is strict with his shadows (with you). There's a knock at the door and Tsumiki goes to answer it.

"Satoru-san," Tsumiki trills and your blood goes cold, "You remembered that it's cleaning day!" There are supplies in his hands and a splatter of blood on his face. Tsumiki doesn't seem to care.

She tried to reason it out once, explained to you that the people your Father kills aren't Family so it doesn't really matter in the long run, not to someone who's been raised by assassins and killers her whole life. You are glad to this day that you never forgot the Before.

Your Father smiles at Tsumiki and runs gentle fingers through her hair. "You've been reminding everyone since Monday," he says and he's so much gentler with Tsumiki and Megumi then you, never makes them feel worthless and weak even though you have more cursed energy then Tsumiki.

"I have," She says, "because I can't let you run away from helping". Your Father snorts, and watches for Megumi who's slinked over and is looking at him with a critical eye. "You're going to get blood on Miki's carpet. Go wash up." It's funny to watch the man who took everything (what did you even have before him? Don't you belong here? what happened to you?) get bossed around by someone exactly your age (it doesn't feel that way. Megumi isn't a child but he is a threat).

Your Father ruffles Megumi's hair and he snaps at him with teeth. Megumi's teeth are a little too sharp to be human teeth. You shudder. He notices, gives you an itty bitty little smile.

"You leave my baby alone Satoru." Tsumiki says lightly, the only person that Satoru even really thinks about listening to, and all of you get to cleaning.

You tackle the cabinets and it's kind of soothing, to do something that you can't be criticized for.

Megumi cleans the living room, using his shadows to wipe the places he can't get to. You like watching him, especially when he's happy like this.

Tsumiki does laundry, pile after pile get folded by her sure, steady hands, the same ones that chop up dinner every night, (the same ones that follow Your Father's instructions), the same ones that tuck you in to this day, humming a lullaby as you fall asleep.

Your Father cleans the bedrooms, mostly his because Tsumiki insists that yours needs to be clean and Megumi is a neat freak on his own, thankfully for everyone because he can tsumiki share a bedroom.

No one but the four of you are aloud here. Tsumiki likes it clean anyways, says that it's good to have a clean mind for a steady soul. You want it to be Monday already, you like school even if Megumi is in your class and no one wants to talk to you cause he's so scary.

You miss Tsumiki, for a lot of reasons.

[compostt]

No more Mr nice guy

[bicokun]

This man is obsessed with saltires!

elon musk had a third child with grimes that he kept secret until the release of his biography. he named it techno mechanicus

[thefemalekenny]

Your favourite cute little Boogie Man hiding under your bed. Just waiting to unzip your skin and hop on in ;3

[pangur-and-grim]

a clowder of (art history) cats! these are available as enamel pins at greerstothers.shop

I'm happy because everyone loves me - Louis Wain

Le Chat Noir - Theophile Steinlen

Le Chat Blanc - Pierre Bonnard

[brucenorris007]

Keep me in your thoughts.

I’m pulling out all the gremlin brain hacks I know of to get this fic done before the month’s out

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: The Date

Warning(s): murder, possessive behavior, obsession, belittling.

Request(s): none

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Primer

foundation

concealer

mascara

eyeshadow

It was your Father, your inhuman other-then father who’s never cared about makeup that introduced you to it. It’s one of the only ways he hasn’t failed you, taught you that gender is just gender and toys are for everyone. You saw Tsumiki putting on makeup once and you felt hooked, like something entirely your own was circling your body in that moment.

Makeup is a form of control for you, something that no one forces on you or tries to change about you. Sometimes Megumi watches you do your makeup, and it was Tsumiki and your Father who taught you to do it in the first place.

Today you’re doing makeup for a very special reason. You have a date! Shintani Mashiro, a very friendly guy in your class asked you out with a shy smile and some pretty flowers. Megumi didn’t say anything so you assumed it was okay.

Now as you’re getting ready, flitting about your room, trying to decide what to wear, you feel worse then you have in months. It’s been peaceful for a while and now you’re worrying about it, wondering if you’re going to fuck up the rare peace in the house.

Deep Breath.

Deep Breath.

You have flowy pants and tighter pants in your hands when Tsumiki walks into the room. “Getting all ready?” She asks, and it occurs to you once again, that anything Megumi knows, Tsumiki does too.

“I am, but I don’t know what pants to wear.” Tsumiki makes a considering hum. “the looser ones with the black long sleeve you stole for Megumi.”

You think about for a second, and realize that she’s right. Of course she is.

Tsumiki sits on your bed as you get ready, watching you fuss over your (still white) hair. “Why are you so excited love?” She asks and you don’t know how to format your answer to make it acceptable.

“I don’t really know a lot of people so maybe this can be a chance for me.” You decide on, trying not to offend or anger her. Tsumiki considers this, opening one of the magazines you have by your bedside table.

You continue gettting ready, shedding your loungewear for the pants and long sleeve. You don’t look half bad, not at all.

“Why do you need people who aren’t family?” She asks quietly, cutting through the peaceful silence and you freeze. “I just get so bored sometimes Miki, it’ll be nice to have someone else to bother when I’m bored.”

This seems to be an acceptable answer because she comes over to kiss the top of your head and leaves you alone.

Eventually you end up in the living room, waiting for him to arrive.

Your Father walks into the living room as you’re waiting, smiling his horrible smile as usual. “Whatcha waiting for child of mine?”

You give him a small grin. “I’m going on a date, remember? I thought Megumi told you.”

“He did but you, you didn’t little one. I mean if Megs can tell me business that isn’t even his own, then I’d think you could me that you want to go out on a date of all things.”

You fucked up. You aren’t sure how but you fucked up.

“Dad I-”

“Nu-uh. I think you need a reminder of your place in this family. When that.. thing comes to the door, invite him in, offer him a drink, okay?”

“Dad please-”

“I thought we had quashed this wanting friends thing.”

“He did ask them in front of the whole class Satoru. They couldn’t really say anything without being rude, and you know how inútil feels about being rude.”

You turn to look at Megumi, leaning against the doorway, and there’s something not right about his face.

Oh shit.

Megumi’s mad too.

Here’s the problem, you don’t know why. Megumi is usually very honest and very open about his rage…

You don’t understand.

Still, when he gets here, you offer for him to come in, ask him to meet Your Father.

Mashiro smiles and offers his hands and is so gentle. Your heart hurts for what is to come.

“Sweetheart, get him a glass of water while we have our chat.”

There’s a glass of water in the kitchen already and you know that this boy, this kind, stupid boy isn’t going to leave this place alive.

Still, you take the water to him, and sit down next to him. Your Father is still speaking kindly.

Mashiro drinks all of the water.

You feel sick.

As Mashiro starts to choke, Your Father leans over him.

“Know this,” He hisses, furious, “You are nothing but a lesson. They will never find your body.”

Even as he dies and you sob and sob and sob, Megumi watches you. He’s always watching but instead of his usual indifference, there’s a sick pleasure.

You promise yourself that you’ll never forget this.

[waitineedaname]

I made a flowchart for Binghe's average decision making process