#The fucked up demons in the form of plushie

[gremlin-boah]

Give Arthur the compressed Garfield, you know the one

He loves it... I guess?

NO JOHN IT AIN'T A CHICKEN NUGGET.

Sean. You still have that thing??

[mephiles-the-jester]

halloween au mordred,,,,,hes like a mimikyu :3

[btdemaru]

Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

[seattlesellie]

ellie x plushies obsessed reader hq’s

or

ellie beefing with plushies for 40 minutes straight

or

ellie fucks u with a plushie <3

♡ first of all, dont get it wrong. ellie buys you the actual plushies she has this ongoing beef with. she straight up walks around town, probably dealing or some shit, and then she just sees a plushie that is so you from the window of a kids store, and she staright up runs to get it. jesses all like “where the f-….” and one second later, he sees her standing in line, holding a pink squishmallow ready to pull out her credit card. “sorry” she mouthes to him. “for my girl”

♡ as much as ellie loves to see your face light up when she comes home with a limited edition sanrio plushie, she loves trolling you even more. shed literally see a demonic looking plushie and get it for you, only to see how upset you get over it. shit makes her laugh so hard. shes all giggling like “wh- babe its pretty!! look at its eyes its like he sees through you- s’romantic actually”, she speaks, trying to hold her laughter. youre standing there, simply baffled, just staring at her. “ellie. that is a spongebob plushie and it looks deranged- and why is he missing a shoe?!” you question. she just huffs and says “i dont know” with a guilty look on her face. when you deadpan her she just says “i wanted to see what its feet look like” ¿¿¿ you shove her and she gets all offended and says “pfft… you dont get it” you tell her that monstrosity is not welcomed in your home and she ends up. sleeping with it. every night. ellie sleeps with a spongebob plushie (i hc ellie as being a spongebob lover btw i know shed be quoting him like hes kafka)

♡ one night, you walk to your room, the door is like half closed and you just keep hearing sounds of huffing and muffled breaths. you take a peak, and you literally see ellie flipping off and mouthing “fuck you” to all of your little plushies. youre standing there with this shocked expression, baffled to see your girlfriend pretending to punch the plushies and whispering at them to fuck off. you walk in, and ellie turns to look at you and she looks so guilty, like joel just caught her eating cookies at 3am. “ellie. what are you doing?” you question. she huffs, rolls her her eyes, “they were looking at me weird”

♡ youre naked together, cuddled up after getting your pussy destroyed, and ellie takes out two plushies from behind her. “this is you” she points at the pink ribboned plushie, “and this is me” she points at the black squishmallow. she takes both of them in her hands, bumps them together, and begins demonstrating her wonderful show. the black squishmallow is humping the pink one from the back. ellie pants heavily. “els.” you say, warning her. she gives you a sly look. “mmmhm ellie” she moans. “fuckkk ellie- so so good” youre so shocked, you cover your eyes under the blanket before you even think to grab them off her hands. “taking it so good” she says with a darth-vader like voice. “fuck me harder please” she mocks in a high pitched voice and starts moaning like a porn star. your cheeks are so hot you cant even move. “gonna cum- ellie lemme cum” shes screaming now, youre pretty sure your neighbors can hear. you start kicking her beneath the blanket, and that only makes it worse “ellieeeeee get me pregnant” she yells and moans louder and louder. youre basically assaulting her legs now, pushing her away, which leads her to finish her wonderful spectacle with a “best ive ever had ellie. best ive ever had” youre screaming and yelling at her for sexually harassing your dolls and shes laughing like a maniac, literal tears fall from her eyes. “ooooh-“ she wipes a tear. “that was so fucking funny” she speaks, holding her stomach wheezing. “not funny” you deadpan. “too funny. ahh- shouldve been a comedian” she says. she shouldnt.

♡ shes buried deep inside, your leg resting on her shoulder, tears falling from your eyes from how good, how intensely shes fucking you. a white creamy circle starts forming on her strap. “you crying?” she teases, squeezing your cheeks together forcefully. “mhm-mhm ellie” you whine, cunt flooded with pleasure, and pain, because its so big, and shes so fast. “cry some more” she commands, panting over you. “taking me so so good… my good girl” she coos, lost in the feeling of the harness bumping her clit, and her girl coming undone beneath her. “cant take it… too much!” you plead. shes circling your clit, so slow, just to torture you some more. her hand stops squeezing your tit, and theres a little surprise shes holding on to. “take it” she commands, and places the plushie on your chest, staring directly into your eyes. “hug it for me. gonna make it easier, fuck” she rambles, feeling her own orgasm coming closer and closer. “el- so- so” you cry out, mumbling incoherently and squeezing the doll so tight its eyes almost pop. “jesus christ- cute, so fucking- cute” she pants. her breathing gets heavier and heavier and shes pushing the strap inside even deeper, squeezing out your arousal. “god damn” she growls.

[arcanadreams]

period comfort, bloomic style

i'm about ten years late to this game but better late than never!! title says it all. i started writing this on my period but then it took me like a whole week to get done with it so i'm not even on it anymore LMAO. oh well

these are written with gender neutral reader in mind, tho they do have a uterus for the sake of the prompt lol. i also use the username lovelylola for them, for simplicity's sake. i imagine these as taking place after the events of the bulk of the story, but before you guys meet in person. i may make a follow-up of what they do when y'all finally live together if i feel inspired enough haha

Quest:

lovelylola: i know i said i was going to bed early to sleep it off but it hurts so bad lovelylola: can we have our usual call after all? Quest: of course, angel <3

He hated the fact you were in pain, but he also couldn't help but feel honored that you felt comfortable sharing your pain with him, going to him when you were hurting. It felt so good to be trusted like that, especially by you.

When you joined voice, Quest almost choked on the water he was drinking. You were so. Fucking. Cute.

There you were, curled on your side in bed, wrapped in blankets, smiling through a pained grimace. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him. "Hey, handsome."

"Hey, angel," he replied softly. Immediately, his caretaker tendencies took over. "Are you drinking water?" A nod on your end. "Did you take any medicine?" "Yeah, but I think we can officially cross Aleve out of the running, too; it isn't helping anymore." You winced and curled in on yourself, a cramp shooting through your lower belly, almost as if your body was bragging about the way it resisted your attempts at easing the pain.

Obviously this was something you'd learned to deal with, and it was natural, you weren't in any danger...but Quest still couldn't help but feel like he was letting you down somehow. Damn, he wished he could be there with you now. He so desperately wanted to take care of you. It's what you deserved.

"Is there anything else to try?" He asked. "Mmm, I have my period demon." "...Your what?" You laughed as he arched his eyebrow in confusion and lifted his water for a sip. To Quest's surprise, you pulled the blankets from your body and angled your phone camera down to your midsection. This time, he did choke a little. He managed to mute his microphone just in time to hide it from you. With your phone angled the way it was, you couldn't see the way his face reddened slightly, or the way his eyes wandered. He took in the loose top draped over your body, the way it rode up slightly and exposed a bit of your stomach. And those sweatpants resting low on your hips...you were so damn beautiful. He was the luckiest man alive for you to feel this comfortable with him.

"Anyway, his name is Gengar, because when I opened him up on Christmas and saw his face I thought it was a gengar plushie at first. Cute, isn't he?" Quest snapped back to reality. He had heard you speaking the whole time, and not fully processed it until now, but he was catching up now that he was done...admiring. Sure, that word fits well enough. He realized what you had angled your camera down for was to show him the heated, lower-belly pillow with a sewn-on face and little horns. Ah; this must be the period demon.

You angled the camera back up to your face, a content smile on it from the memories you had just shared with him. Your shirt had slid down off one of your shoulders, and some bedhead was definitely already forming from your time spent tossing turning. Quest cleared his throat.

"Yes. Very cute, angel."

Xyx:

lovelylola: hey not to be a bother but lovelylola: would love to hear your sexy accent rn <3 lovelylola: to ease my unceasing suffering (my period cramps) xyx: rip xyx: as you wish

"That was the easiest time I've had getting you into a call since we met, I'm pretty sure," you said when he joined you in voice chat. "Oh, so now I can't be nice to my doll when they're enduring 'unceasing suffering?'" He rested his chin in his hand, his usual smug yet fond grin appearing. "That is not what I meant and you know it."

The two of you both laughed. You often closed your eyes when you laughed, and Xyx took the opportunity to get a good look at you while you weren't able to see his lovesick eyes - he could never hide the love in his eyes from you, even when he was doing his best to guard his heart when you first met.

You were on your side, in bed. It occurred to him he'd never seen you anywhere but in the chair at your desk. And you'd never seen him anywhere but in the chair at his desk. ...He hid a wobbly smile behind his hand when the thought came to him that he didn't mind this view. He could get used to it, even. The only way it could've been better was if he was actually there, could reach out and pull you to him...

Your laughing fit was interrupted suddenly when you groaned in pain and curled in on yourself. "Don't - don't make me laugh, Xyx," your eyes were open again, gazing at him with a weary smile. "It hurts."

Laughing hurts, hm? He couldn't help but be reminded of when you first made him laugh on a tough day; you told him you were terrible at tongue twisters, but he still hadn't expected you to be that bad. Or that cute. The laughter both helped and hurt him, that day; helped because he needed it, and hurt because it made him realize he was falling again...and that was a painful thought, at first. It was before he knew you'd treat him, and his heart, and his mess, with all the sweetness in the world.

"Oof, that's going to be tough restriction, doll. No making you laugh? Not even when it sounds so lovely?~" You grinned and giggled, hiding the lower half of your face beneath your sheets.

"Is a giggle like that off limits, too?" He continued. "What about a nice chuckle? Maybe even a snicker?" You snorted, your eyes closing in glee yet again. Xyx watched, eye full of both smugness and adoration.

"Mmm...I think I can allow those. None of them seem to make my cramps worse. They do make my cheeks hurt from smiling, though," you said. "That tends to happen a lot when you're around." You smiled at Xyx tenderly, and he offered an equally soft one back...for a few seconds. Then came the grin.

"Are you saying I always leave you sore, love?~" "Haha, stop, you'll make me cramp!!"

Nakedtoaster:

nakedtoaster: ffxiv? lovelylola: nnn...not tonight. cramping nakedtoaster: understandable lovelylola: can we still call, though? hearing your voice would be a balm to my aching uterus <3 nakedtoaster: ...don't ever write those words in that order again nakedtoaster: but yes. I'll be in voice lovelylola: <3333

"I take it saying your voice will sooth my sore womb is not your favorite way for me to call your voice sexy?" Those were really the first words out of your mouth when you entered the call, yes. Toaster's cheeks turned red, and they frowned in that adorable way they always did. "You could say that," he huffed. You laughed. At that sound, all the grumpiness from your teasing left him in an instant and a soft smile appeared on his face instead.

"Are you holding up okay?" They briefly glanced away from their screen and looked at you, on your side in bed. "You look cozy, at least." "I'm definitely cozy now that you're here to keep me company." "You-!" Toaster squirmed in their seat, pulling their microphone closer. You smiled brightly, affection sparkling in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just...you're so cute, Toaster. Teasing you a little helps me forget that my guts are trying to kill me." You propped yourself up on your elbow as you spoke. "I'd hardly call that only teasing me a little," your boyfriend mumbled. You snorted. "Okay, maybe a lot." You winced before you could continue. Toaster frowned, this time out of concern.

They turned away from their gaming monitor. "Even teasing me a lot doesn't make it go away, though, huh?" "No, unfortunately," you grimaced, sitting up. "But don't worry your pretty pink-haired head about it, yeah? I'm gonna go downstairs and heat up a water bottle. Don't miss me too much.~" Toaster rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh at your parting remark. Once you were out of both eye and earshot, he got to work.

Minimizing FFXIV, for just a moment, he started searching. They reasoned that, since you were using a water bottle as a heating pad/pillow, you must not have had one. And what kind of boyfriend would they be if they didn't remedy that as soon as possible?

When you clambered back into bed and came back into frame, heated water bottle in hand, Toaster had a smile on his face. "Wow, is it that fun when I'm not around?" They scoffed at you while you giggled. "You don't have a heating pad or pillow, do you?" He asked you. You shook your head. "Nope. I gotta get myself one of those cute heatable stuffies; you know, the ones shaped like animals? Those are adorable."

"That's what I thought," Toaster smiled to himself. You watched him move his mouse around, clicking on a few things, before opening FFXIV back up. They looked at you before they started playing again.

"I wouldn't worry about getting yourself one of those anymore; you've got about three different ones on the way."

Nightowl:

lovelylola: pspspspspsps nightowl: :3 ? lovelylola: hi <3 can we call? i'm having a uterus moment (tm) nightowl: askdhskdfhs nightowl: anything for my cutie!! (`･ω･)ゞ (i'm using this in place of that one salute emoji they use on the bloomic server LOL)

Nightowl looked at you with gentle eyes when you joined him in vc. You knew when you asked that he'd call you as soon as possible, but you hadn't expected him to be in voice before you could even crawl into bed! Honestly, in restrospect, you weren't sure why you were surprised.

"How you are you doing over there, cutie?" He asked, unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you snuggled up under your covers. "Mmm...not great. But seeing and hearing you helps." You watched as his face lit up. "Awwww, you mean it?" "Mmmmmhm! You're my painkiller tonight."

Nightowl let out a laugh and smiled widely. "Happy to help. What can I do?" "Just talking to me like this is enough. Ramble to me about architecture? I love hearing you talk about your passions." You watched as your boyfriend's happy smile melted into a lovestruck one right before your eyes.

"You...you make me so happy, cutie. Really." There was a brief pause where neither of you dared speak. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that."

And indeed he did. He talked about his favorite style of architecture for a good while. He asked you yours, to which you said ancient Greek because 'adding all those columns was a sexy design choice,' which made him almost fall backwards on his bed laughing. Once he could stop giggling, he taught you the types of Greek columns.

"Okay, now that you know what they're called, which style is your favorite?" He asked. "Corinthian, for sure. They went all out on those." He chuckled a little, but before he could respond, you were hit with a wave of pain. You curled in one yourself for a moment, letting out a small groan.

"You okay?" The worried voice of your boyfriend came from your phone. You offered him a weak smile. "Yeah. I just...I wish you were here, nightowl."

"I wish I was there, too, cutie," he responded immediately. He leaned closer to his computer as he continued speaking, seemingly not even realizing it. "I wish I was there so I could get you that ice cream you like and bring it to you in bed, and heat up your water bottle for you whenever it stopped helping, and give you my hand to squeeze when the cramps get bad. And so we could cuddle. Shit, do I want to cuddle you so bad." By the end of his little declaration, you had hidden your face in your patterned sheets, your face bright red. "Nightowl..." you murmured, voice muffled ever so slightly behind cotton.

"Holy shit," he said softly. "...What?" You lowered your sheets down to just below your eyes. "Even your sheets are fucking adorable."

[just-a-creep-babe]

After Party

Carrie (OC) x EJ NSFW

Commissioned by @xiiideadroses — thank you so very much darling, I hope you enjoy!! <33

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

It wasn’t Jack’s ideal way to spend an evening

But when Sally had found him on his way to the library, already all fancied up with her princess makeup on and everything, he knew he wouldn’t have the heart to say no to her

Which meant he’d just have to wait some other time to catch up on his readings

He didn’t expect it to be all that bad, anyways

Depending on who else attended Sally’s tea parties, they could actually be, well, fun

And, at the very least, they really only lasted a few hours max—which meant he could still return to his studies afterward, if he really wanted to

Or, at least, that’s what he thought—until the very moment he walked into Sally’s playroom and saw her

Why did it have to be her, of all people?

And only her?

She looks up when she hears people coming in, those long white lashes fluttering over her ghastly eyes, and as soon as her gaze lands on him, that signature grin stretches over her lips

Fuck, he thinks, there goes his relaxing evening—gone for certain, at this point

“Aww, look at that, lil’ Jackie’s joining our party? How adorable~”

She wastes no time greeting him, leaning forward to rest her chin in her palms as she does

He resists the urge to huff

Deep down, he knows she shouldn’t take her comments too seriously; she just wants to get a rise out of him—purely for her own entertainment

But every single time, without fail, he can’t help but fall for it, playing right into her hands like he’s her fucking puppet, of all things

Sally says something about her party, something about needing to fetch more guests, but Jack’s only half paying attention

He’s too distracted by Carrie, by that mischievous look in her eyes, by those ulterior motives she’s undoubtedly harboring

Carrie, on the other hand, is savoring every second of the whole exchange

When Sally leaves and she’s left alone with Jack, she's even all the more pleased

Something about getting under the demon’s skin—the demon of whom which is usually so calm and composed, so confidently put together—is always so wonderfully satisfying

Especially when it leads to more between the two afterward

“Y'know, it's a shame you couldn’t dress up for the occasion," she says with a tilt of her head, "Everyone else put more effort into their outfits than that”

She gestures loosely to his clothes, to his simple black tee and back jeans

Truthfully, it's not that he looks bad in what he's wearing—quite the opposite, actually; the way the fabric of his shirt hugs his body is absolutely mouth-watering

But the comment gives her the perfect excuse to shamelessly and openly appreciate his well-built form with little to no consequence

And she's reminded of what he looks like naked, and the memory has her thighs involuntarily cinching together

Her comment, at the same time, gets him to notice what she’s wearing, too

The various accessories adorning her figure complement her gothic white dress just perfectly—and the deep-plunging necklace accentuates the low-cut neckline of her dress even further

All of it, of course, eventually pulls his eyes down to her cleavage, where his gaze lingers a split second longer than it should, longer than it’s supposed to

Carrie snickers, and when the sound snaps him out of it, he looks away with a disgruntled scoff

God, he’s way too much fun to toy with, Carrie thinks with a pleased hum

Before she can say anything else to tease him, Sally walks back in, hugging a brown bear plushie to her chest

She sits the stuffed toy next to Jack, and then she takes her own seat next to Carrie and immediately launches into a discussion about the made-up drama of her imaginary friends

Jack tries to pay attention and indulge in her play date, he really does

But it’s damn near impossible when Carrie's right in front of him, smiling that wicked grin like she’s just obviously up to something

And try as he might to ignore her, the snide comments she keeps slipping in are just utterly infuriating—to the point where he can't block them out, even despite his best efforts

It also doesn't help that every time he shoots her a glare, his sight always seems to fall back down to her cleavage, which distracts him from just about everything else in the room even more

And Carrie, of course, always seems to notice—and always looks so damn smug about it too

It's like she's just begging to be put back into her place again

The tension between the ghost and the demon mounts until it grows damn near unbearable

When Jack realizes he needs to leave or he'll absolutely lose it, he stands abruptly, trying to cover his groin as discreetly as possible, and he makes up some excuse about having to go—now

"Wha?" Sally interjects, looking up at him with her best pleading puppy-dog eyes, "But I'm not done with the story"

Jack clears his throat, muttering an apology, and without waiting for an answer, he turns and leaves as quickly as possible

Smirking knowingly, Carrie sets her empty teacup down and addresses Sally, who's resorted to pouting with her little brows furrowed and her bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated frown

"It's ok, Sally, I think he's just in a bad mood," she explains, "Let me go check up on him to see if everything's alright, yeah?"

She stands, but when she notices that Sally looks even more upset, she pauses, then adds, "Y'know, now that I think about it... I think I overheard Masky saying that he hasn't gotten a makeover in so long, he's just dying to get one"

With a mischievous smirk, she continues, "Why don't you get the makeup from my guest bedroom and make his wish come true?"

Hearing permission to rummage through Carrie's makeup supply, Sally immediately perks up

"Really? He said that??"

"Of course he did," Carrie lies with an easy, gentle smile, "tell him Carrie says hi while you're giving him that makeover—and don't forget to take a picture when you're done!"

With an excited squeal, Sally vanishes in an instant, leaving a pleased Carrie behind

"Perfect," she hums to herself

Knowing exactly where to go, Carrie makes her way to Jack's room

She doesn't bother knocking, doesn't even bother announcing her presence as she opens the door, lets herself in, and shuts it behind her with a satisfying click

"You're fucking unbearable, you know that?"

Jack's growl is the first thing she hears as she walks in, but she pays it no mind

Instead, she purposefully ignores him as she makes her way to his full-length mirror, and begins removing her jewelry

"Well? You gonna fucking answer me?"

She hears him stand, and then she sees him through her lack of reflection

He's already taken his shirt off, his muscles taut and rippling beneath his ashen skin, and his pants are undone to relieve some pressure from his very obvious hard-on

The sight has her biting her lip, her lower stomach already clenching in anticipation, but she doesn't let anything on

Instead, she takes out the clips in her hair, letting her long locks fall freely around her shoulders, and she can see the way he clenches his fists at his sides as she does so—like he's trying to hold himself back from doing something dangerous

At this point, she's playing with fire and she knows it, but she's having too much fun to stop

Still ignoring him, she reaches for the back of her dress, her fingers brushing against the zipper to tug it down

And when she, inevitably, can't properly reach it, only then does she speak

“You just gonna stand there and watch, or are you gonna come help me out with this?”

He huffs, the sound like a low growl, but he doesn't argue

She feels the heat of his body against her backside as he approaches, and then she can freely admire every inch of him from the convenience of the mirror as he moves

His fingers are long, slender and agile as he tugs the zipper all the way down to her lower back

She tries not to shiver as his touch brushes against her skin, tracing the expanse of her back from her spine to her neck, where her baby hairs stand stiff at his attention

"Aw, what's wrong?" he asks, and his voice somehow sounds deeper, more gravelly than it did moments ago, but maybe that's only because he's murmuring inches from her neck, “Nothing snarky left to say?~”

Not yet willing to submit so easily to him, she snorts, turns around to face him, and lets her dress fall from her shoulders to give him the full view of her bare chest

He takes in an audible breath at the sight, and even though it's not the first time he sees her like this, it still renders him speechless just long enough for her to mimic him

“What’s wrong, nothing snarky left to say?” she sneers

It's like it's the last comment that finally makes Jack snap

In one fluid motion, he picks her up, her smaller form fitting perfectly in his large hands, and he just as easily pushes her back against the mirror so that she's completely trapped against him

Carrie yelps, the cold glass shocking her skin, and her legs instinctively wrap around his hips as she digs her fingers into his strong, broad shoulders for support

“You just never know when to keep that damn mouth of yours shut, do you?”

Fuck

His words go right through her, all the way to her heated core, and when he grinds himself into her, she has to resist the urge to moan

"What's the—what's the fun in that?" she asks, and she's trying to maintain the illusion of control as she says it, but there's no hiding the breathy lilt to her voice, or the way her hips seem to roll in tandem with his movements, almost as if of their own accord

"You're just a fucking brat," he hisses, and then he snaps his pelvis all the way forward, as if betting it'll be more than enough to shut her up

And, surely enough, it is

Unable to do anything but bite back her moans, Carrie lets him use her however he pleases

He's so much bigger, so much stronger than she is; all she can do is take it as he ruts into her against the mirror

His low grunts and growls are muffled into her neck, almost sounding less human by the second as he grows more desperate, more depraved with every impatient movement of his hips

She feels the mirror shake and wobble against her backside with every thrust, the old wood creaking in protest of Jack's fervored movements, but when she tries to say something about it, all that comes out is a desperate little whimper

"Mmh, what is it, brat? Worried the mirror won't hold?" he snorts, "As if I couldn't hold you up without it"

To prove a point, he pushes off the glass surface so that the only thing holding her up is him

She yelps again, clinging onto him, but it's like he's not even straining to hold her up

He huffs out a snarky laugh, like he's amused by her surprise, and then he wastes no time bouncing her up and down his covered hard-on

With gravity bringing her down hard and fast against him, every thrust has him digging straight into her clit

"F-fuck~!" she whimpers out a curse as waves of pleasure shock through her system

Her back arches up, pushing her tits up against him, and he groans at the sight

"You finally done being a brat—hm? Finally done being so fucking snarky?"

Realistically, Carrie knows she's in absolutely no position to push things further

But he's basically challenging her—and she's never been one to back down from a challenge

"A-as if—as if you're not into it," she pants out between heated gasps, "As if you don't get off to it like some giant perv"

He huffs, and then he's turning around, dropping her onto the bed, and ordering her to take the rest of her dress off—before he rips it off

And although she wants to resist his command, she knows better than to do so—for the sake of her dress, at the very least

He watches impatiently as she tugs it off over her head, and as soon as she's done, he's getting on the bed behind her and manhandling her onto her hands and knees with her face towards the mirror and her ass up in the air for him

One hard smack! to her asscheek has her whole body jolting forward as she cries out

But even though it stings, the way the pain resonates through her entire body is absolutely divine

She almost wants to push his buttons just the slightest bit more to get him to do it again, but then she sees, through her invisible reflection once more, that his hands are moving down to yank his pants down, and her mind goes blank

The way he grunts as his cock springs free, long and hard and throbbing—it has her empty sex clenching around nothing in anticipation

God, he's almost just as big as her entire forearm

If they hadn't managed to fit it all inside of her before, she might've gotten worried about taking him—taking all of him

He gives himself a few pumps of his fist up and down his shaft, and she watches intently through the mirror at the way his veins pulse when he jerks himself off

He pulls her lacy underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down her utterly drenched slit

Carrie's muscles tense, her back arching just the slightest bit in order to push more of herself against him

And her eager reaction has him snickering darkly

"Who's the fucking perv now, hm? You're watching me through the mirror as if I'm a fucking porno made just for you"

Were it any other time, Carrie would've known just what to retort to irritate him further

But right now, she's so eager, so desperate to take his dick that nothing clever comes to mind

It seems all she can do is fist the sheets between tense fingers and wriggle her ass against him

"Just—just fuck me already"

Smack!

"Fuck~"

She moans again as another hard smack marks her asscheek with his handprint

"Always fucking making demands like you're in charge, aren't you?"

He taps the fat, heavy tip of his cock against her entrance a few times, filling the room with obscene wet smacking noises

"Gotta fucking put you in your place again, don't I?"

He lines himself up to her entrance, already stretching her folds out around his thick girth

"Stubborn fucking brat"

It's the last thing he mutters before pushing his hips all the way forward

Slowly, inch by inch so that she can feel every detail of him, he sheathes himself inside her dripping cunt

It's obscene; the way he stretches her out so thoroughly has her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back

He's so fucking big

He feels massive, and once the tip of his length reaches up to her cervix, she can feel him making her stomach bulge from the sheer size of him

One hand grabs onto her hips, lifting her flush against him, while the other grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back up so she has no choice but to look at his reflection

God, he's so fucking gorgeous

His chest heaving with every panting breath, his muscles are taut and strained, and with the sweat glistening off his skin, he looks nothing short of a figure crafted by the gods themselves

But when her gaze drops down his form, what she sees is nearly enough to make her cum right then and there

She can see the reflection of his dick inside her

Long, hard and throbbing, the sight has her clenching tightly around him, and when he twitches in response, she can see it as she feels it

"Jack—"

All she can do is whine his name and wriggle against him

The friction of his cock rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings of her walls has her whimpering like a bitch in heat

"Look at that," he groans, "look at the way your greedy little cunt takes my dick"

As if to emphasize his words, he gives an experimental roll of his hips, and Carrie’s lips part in an obscene moan, her eyes rolling back yet again as he stretches her out so, so fucking good

Another thrust into her, and she mewls, her cunt already quivering around him

Jack hisses at the feeling of being squeezed so tightly

One roll of his hips leads to another, and then another one after that, and then yet another until he's settling into a brutal, merciless pace

Over and over and over again, he plunges as deeply into her as possible, like he's trying to fuck the shape of his dick inside her

His tip continuously rams up against her cervix, building up the coiling pressure in her stomach until she's reduced to nothing but a moaning, drooling mess around his cock

Another cruel smack! to her ass for good measure, and then his grip around the fat of her thighs tightens, bruising her skin, and he uses the leverage to pound into her with a reckless kind of impatience

It's like all of the built-up frustration is pushed into his hips, where he can finally take out all of his anger into her

"J-Jack! Fuck—f-feels so good!~"

An incoherent spew of babbles escapes her as she loses herself to the pleasure, loses herself to getting stretched out and bounced up and down his thick length

“Yeah, you like that, don't you, little brat?" he hisses through gritted teeth, but she can barely even hear him through her own moans

It all just feels so good—she can't keep up

"You're so fucking bratty all the time—" he interrupts himself with a groan as his cock twitches eagerly inside her, "y'need this dick to finally fuckin' shut you up, don't you?"

He doubles over her, mask grazing her neck as the new angle lets him pound into her even harder, even faster

She tries to say something, tries to somehow defend herself, but all that comes out is another slew of moans, half-incoherent pleas and whimpers as her peak quickly approaches

She digs her fingers into the sheets below, trying to find some semblance of control, but his grip tightens in her hair again, yanking her head up, and all she can do is take it and watch his body move as he fuck into her

“J-Jack—fuck, I'm gonna—fuck~!”

He doesn’t relent for a second, and as he hears her trying to speak, it only further encourages him to be all the meaner with his cock bullying into her cunt

He’s like a depraved animal, bent on fucking her into submission, desperate to ruin her for revenge for what she makes him endure all the time

The unending onslaught of pleasure has her back arching, which grants him the perfect opportunity to snake his hand to her front and rub at her clit in tandem with every cruel thrust

“F-fuck! Fuck—Jack—!”

“Atta girl—cum. Cum around the cock that owns you”

As much as she’d like to hold it back, to resist him just to spite him, she can’t help it

She cums around him—her orgasm hitting hard enough to make her vision go blank

Her cunt convulses around his length as she loses herself to the euphoria crashing into her system, and he groans headily, easing his pace to long, slow thrusts as she rides out her orgasm around his thick length

Once she's finally come down from her high, she partly expects him to pull out, to give her some kind of break after the intensity of her orgasm

But he doesn't

Instead, he leans forward, his chest rumbling against her back as he growls

"Don't think I'm done with you just yet, brat. You're not getting out of this one so easily"

[gaoau]

He Loves Me Not

Tasting sweet, tasting bitter. Is it his smile or their feelings?

pairing — Itadori Yuji x gn!reader word count — 1.7k

A humming microwave makes up for the playlist Yuuji forgot to set on loop. Hours of music faded into the chorus of crickets, but silence fails to find a proper place between them. [Name] swings their legs as they sit on the counter, stacks of dirty bowls and utensils pushed against the kitchen wall to make space for themself. Their heels bump occasionally against the cabinets and Yuuji chuckles every time they flinch. They worry about being quiet in the dead of the night while he hollers at the top of his lungs whenever he goes on a tangent.

He rambles about his new friends and adventures, twisting details a regular civilian like [Name] isn't meant to hear. He speaks of the paranormal as though he experiences it on a daily basis, as if it were common to lay his sight upon creatures unknown to most humans, those of which teem with rage and agony in the shape of curses. Demon dogs made from shadows, triple the amount of eyes that are needed, millennia-old fingers that don't taste very good at all. [Name] tries to hold in their laughter, but it breaks through their pursed lips in a flurry of cackles.

Yuuji chuckles softly at the sight of their incredulity—it's okay for them not to believe him, they don't need to know how much deeper the world of evil runs. A smile settles on his face as he enjoys the peace [Name] brings into the atmosphere. They're gazing right into those curved lips and the glimmer in his eyes shining against the kitchen's lighting. There's a throb in their chest when Yuuji rubs the back of his neck abashedly, admitting quietly that his tale reeks of fiction. He makes up stories for their entertainment on a Sunday night, knowing full well tomorrow he'll be barely awake through the day.

It's the way his charming grin sets off butterflies in [Name]'s stomach that makes them worry—is it butterflies? Worms? Food poisoning? Flower petals? It's probably flower petals; those petals they pluck off each blooming bud in a childish game of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not. Flowers pink like his tangled hair, frail like his delicate lashes, bright like the spark in his eyes, silky like the touch of his fingers. Yuuji travels onto a different anecdote full of adrenaline and excitement as they stare at him intently. They listen carefully to every word he has to say, wondering just how it is that he can speak so freely.

He has nothing to conceal, yet they do. Out of fear, out of respect, out of love—they don't know. When the words battle to surface and spill, they hurry to stuff petals of every color into their mouth and down their throat. The chant they repeat tells them that Yuuji loves them, but it's a type of love different from theirs. They know that. And it fucking sucks. Cowardly feelings and a boiling confession threaten to burst out every time he so much as locks eyes with them. I'm in love with you, a sentence they can't pronounce because the petals take up the space needed to form syllables.

"I can't really explain it in simple terms, but just imagine it's like pressure, right?" Yuuji starts a new idea, a new story, a new tale that he doesn't know where it ends. [Name] nods along to whatever words he spills, absorbing every sound so sweet coming in the shape of his voice. "So you have this plushie—really, really cute, by the way—and you're watching a movie, but you gotta apply pressure to the plushie for it to not attack you. If you go below a certain amount of pressure, the thing will pounce on you and destroy you. But you're invested in the movie, right?"

[Name] hums, "Basically, you're multitasking for dear life."

"Yeah!" He snaps his fingers with teeming enthusiasm in revelation to the accurate term he had been looking for.

Laughter bubbles in [Name]'s chest, bursting forth with bouncing shoulders and an arrangement of flower petals that taste like nothing at all. They cover their mouth with their hand as they manage to say between giggles, "What's so hard about multitasking?"

"It's really hard! Especially when the movie's so good. Man, I really struggled, I got my ass beat!" There's a specific ringing in the chirp of his chortles, entrancing and mesmerizing that [Name] wishes they could keep safe for all eternity. Recorded tracks and daily voice messages aren't nearly enough, for those may stay in the depth of their phone, but the day Yuuji stops laughing and his glimmer dies off, nothing will ever bring back those lost memories of his happiness. He shows off all of his teeth in an enchanting beam, one which could effortlessly light up a cursed city on its own.

The microwave finishes with a beeping so unbearably deafening, making [Name] startle and jolt at their seat on the counter—it's the dead of the night and the slightest of sounds could wake up the entire neighborhood. Yuuji chuckles to himself as he pries the door open to allow a harmonious scent of vanilla to waft into the air and envelop the kitchen. He hisses at the pain on his fingertips when the scorching ceramic comes into contact with his skin. Two mugs filled with steaming pastries; [Name]'s idea and the sole reason Yuuji came over so late at night, easy enough for the both of them to whip up in a second and chat the sleep away.

Their invitation drifted into the sky in the shape of a hey i wanna try mugcakes you down? yet a faint echo behind it whispered you transferred schools and i miss you please come see me. The cake is sweet, fluffy, smooth, savory, possibly the best dessert they've ever tasted, but next to Yuuji, nothing tastes like much at all. It really fucking sucks. The feelings, the emotions, the adoration; they hold onto a string of love with a grip so poor, they can't guess whether the string will snap first or they'll simply let go. When he isn't looking, [Name] mixes a petal with their cake in an attempt to stimulate their tongue with a dash of bitterness. A soft texture so cruel, sticking to the back of their throat. Still, it tastes like nothing at all.

"This is fine…" a mumble tumbles from their lips. Then again, is it fine? Their eyes stray to gaze at Yuuji and the way he's wolfing down every last bit of pastry in his mug despite how much it burns. A smile manifests without them even trying. Of course it's fine; of course it sucks. He's everything they could have ever wanted, but how can they even express such a concept when he's content with the way things are?

[Name] gives themself a moment. It sucks, but it's fine to be his friend. Laughter and moments and jokes stacked together in a mug. Sweet and bitter and tasteless.

A Summer breeze, billowing curtains, lo-fi beats played on repeat, and a mattress dirty with age. What once had been settled resurfaces again in a wave of doubt; gritted teeth and balled fists. He-loves-me-he-loves-me-not has become an unhealthy habit where they hope the amount of petals they swallow might dictate corresponded feelings. They've destroyed countless flowers of a thousand different hues to reach the same result. [Name] tilts their head back to catch his attention. He feels them shift on his leg and finds their gaze with an inquiring hum.

It's just a flower, a random one that caught their eye and they decided to steal on a whim before heading back home. It's just a flower, one that looks white and frail, but when they rise it against the sunlight, bits of yellow shine through, and [Name] squints at it to catch specks of green. Yuuji argues he sees blue somewhere in it, but they come up with a new theory that he's probably colorblind. It's just a flower anyway; it tastes as bitter as every other one they've eaten, yet it has no taste at all, and it might just be the taste of their concealed adoration for him burning on their tongue.

They hesitate, but they start, "Listen, I, uh… I really, really think—I mean, I kinda, um… How do I say this? I…" Although they start, they never finish. Is it cowardice or wisdom? A fear of things changing for the worse, or the knowledge that everything is fine the way it is?

"You good, man?" he asks in a voice so soft, concern wrapping around every syllable. That's where his brows dip and his lips flatten and his eyes are just so hypnotic they don't want this to ever stop. Running in circles, they realize one more time that this is fine.

"I couldn't be better."

"So what is it?"

"I just wanna be your friend for as long as I can. How does forever sound to you? For the rest of your life?"

"Sounds great! I couldn't think of a better friend." He grins so widely, so warmly, so friendly. He's so lovely, right at their fingertips.

"Even better than the Fushiguro you talk about?"

"Absolutely!"

It's the fondest of breaths that he lets out, tasting almost like molten chocolate running down and swirling in an infinite loop of time. [Name]'s happy to be able to call someone like Yuuji their friend—they're happy to simply be able to say his name and receive a response. Every time they speak, the syllables that form overpower the previous bitterness of choking flower petals; it tastes so sweet that they can't remember why they scrunched up their face in disgust in the first place.

[Name] won't ruin this. The existing conflict only dwells within them and they accept the reality of never holding Yuuji where he can reciprocate their love. It's easier to avoid it than to destroy something so beautiful they've built up between the two of them without trying. They'll clog up their own throat with tasteless petals and tear love up into pieces as they destroy flower buds one by one instead. They won't speak what doesn't need to be spoken.

Yuuji knows a lie when he sees it.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021

[nevermore-ocs]

your Slasher ocs x Chubby reader hcs 🔫 hand them over (please)

(This is gonna be the FIRST PART OUT OF, HOWEVER MANY, I just got way too many horror and horror adjacent characters to comply them all to ONE list, so this one is gonna have 3 and then we'll go on from there!!)

-North-

-Being as mute as he is, North is a master of communicating in numerous other means

-Ever observant, this towering powerhouse of a woodsman finds himself regularly staring at you whenever he can't touch you right away

-Working outside on the outer perimeter of his self claimed property? He always catches his gaze cutting away from his work to wordlessly gawk at you sat patiently on the porch of his abode, he can't help himself

-The way that your plushy curves and hips and sides, thighs and all can be hugged by clothing given if their more form fitting or not is enough to drive him up a wall in the best way possible, and while he may not ever be inclined to speak, just eyeing your stretch marks and belly when you stretch and your shirt is gracious enough to him to allow him to snag a few peeks, his hushed breath often hitches in his throat at just how attractive you are to him

-And then there's his hands

-Calloused, rough, and powerful, however, he's so delicate with his touches with you

-They're, greedy, and drawn out. Gliding his palms over the front of your thighs, the sides of your hips, your sides, they're never too rough to cause you any pain, of course, but he'll pause his hand's movements to let the tips of his digits dip into your flesh and relish at how your pillowy body always fills out his awaiting palm

-And of course he does indeed pepper your stretch marks and belly with kisses, he knows that sometimes that can be a problem area for you to make peace with somedays, so he wants to be diligent with how much he adores it cause there's always just more of you to give love to

-Ivy Darrow-

S/i: "Whew, is it hot in here or is it just me?" Ivy: "It's you--" S/i: "Wha-" Ivy: "WHAT-"

-Seriously, I cannot stress ENOUGH on how just being in your presence ups her dorkiness factor past like 11, like the first time y'all even met she had a comical fumbling pratfall befitting something of Hanna-Barbera cartoons as she clumsily attempted to catch the spatula that slipped out of her hand

-Sickly sweet and abundant in her praises, there's never a day where she doesn't tell you just how insanely beautiful she'll always find you

-Your number one and biggest fan in the history of ever, she always encourages you to wear and dress yourself in things that'll show off your shape more, and she barely even regards her own pleasure in witnessing you in such an outfit, she wants you to feel like a person who can indulge on things marketed to slimmer people cause you're as much as a person as they are, and don't need to "fit" in

-But yes she absolutely did nearly faint when she saw you in a crop top, and, raising herself back up off of the mattress, she made grabby hands at you, because belly, obviously--

-You did have to partially restrain her from near mauling someone when she overheard the insult thinly guised as a compliment "you're so brave for wearing that", but you know she always means as well as she can be

-But days like that is when she layers on the praises, the sweet words, the compliments, even more than she already does and she does it plenty enough as is, you're her favorite person ever, legit her dream partner and her second half, and whilst she loathes the demonic genes of the Mordeo tainting her blood, she's not at all ashamed in letting that side out if it meant defending you

-Salem Abbott-

-Salem is...nice?? In his own right?? If you can label the shit that comes out of his garbage disposal of a mouth "nice"

-"I fuck with fat bitches heavy, thanks-" And then he promptly spanks your ass as you stand next to him, I-

-Your fault, you chose him, you know what you signed up for--

-You gave him a little bit too much credit to not be painfully obvious with him staring at you, but there's plenty moments throughout a day where you can feel his stare locking onto you, and if you even turn to face him to meet his gaze, his eyes linger knowingly for a few moments or so before they cut upwards onto yours and he doesn't say anything right away, rather, he allows this shit-eating grin to spread across his lips and he gives you a little wave with his fingers

-"My eyes are up here, Sal-", "I've already made my decision-"

-Despite all that, Salem, if you could believe it or not, isn't a creep or weird, or anything malicious like that, with you ever

-He's already experienced how dangerous someone can be when they just want to take, and take, and take something like that from someone, there are a multitude of moments where humanity does breach the surface of his sociopathy

-Kisses against the back of your head while whispers about how fucking gorgeous you are melt against your head and your hair, his touches are a lot like North's in a way, they're greedy and take their time traversing over the bountiful, supple curves of your body, but they never go any sordid without you explicitly giving him that consent to go further

-He loves the word perfect for you, he says it a lot to you, so, fucking, perfect, he's far from it himself, and has been for quite a long time now at this point, so someone that he views as utter perfection wasting their time with him, he has no idea how you put up with him, and he never will

[yuurivoice]

Is Lucian the type of immortal as in can never be killed no matter what or can live forever but if physically killed he stays dead? Is he even immortal at all? I'm just assuming.

Don't know and don't really care? He's a slice of life fish out of water literal red demon living with someone who sleeps with plushies.

Not that it's a bad question but before we start digging into all that we need to make it clear that it has never been that deep because y'all sometimes act like I'm massively world building shit that doesn't matter and while I appreciate the vote of confidence I promise you Lucien is just a big red demon who fucks and nothing else really mattered or matters even at this point. I'm not here to play like that isn't the primary function of his plot and character.

That being said...pretty sure he can get fucked up beyond the point of no return, or at the very least, beyond the point of returning in his current form/consciousness.

[intothefandomverse]

Nimona headcanons I wrote when I really should have been doing my schoolwork

They have a pride flag hanging in the living room right by the murder wall

Bal and Ambrosius get Nimona squishmallows and other plushies whenever they see a pink one. She pretends she doesn't care about them, but if anything happened to any of her plushies, she'd kill whoever hurt them.

Bal has chronic pain, not just from the arm chop, but even before. He has really bad joints and would always push through it, just Amb learned how to pick up on the signs of a bad flare up and would try to force him to take a break, despite him denying it, and refusing any help if he sees it as help. Nimona picked up on this as well and will frequently turn into a cat, plop down on his shoulders or lap or arm just wherever is most convenient, and proceed to purr because she knows it's supposed to help pain

Nimona had some scarring when she first came back from the dead. Even though she has accelerated healing, she had to regenerate a ton from the impact, and while the phoenix form made it easier, it was still a lot.

When vaguely humanoid, nimona will shift their appearance slightly to match the gender vibe at the time, but will usually keep their hair roughly the same style (though, will sometimes trade it out for a different color, such as blue or purple, but they always return to the pink eventually)

Everyone in the trio has very bad habits and refuses to acknowledge them. They will yell at each other for bad habits but will say theirs aren't as bad or deny their bad habits. They are terrible hypocrites about it. It becomes a big game of calling out everyone's self depreciating habits and denying them when they're being called out.

Sometimes, when they're out, Nimona will decide to start a scandal and shift into the "demon baby" and pretend to be Bal's actual child (like during the science fair scene in the book) and fuck with the press because Bal does not have a child. But here is this random kid who very much looks like his child and is claiming to be his child? Oh it's Nimona. She thinks it's funny and enjoys reading the false news articles

[jacksdinonuggets]

~First Time Babysitter~

Summary: Its Lucifer's first time babysitting for both Charlie and Vaggie. he's a bit confused but does his best to help out.

Feel free to request any little Charlie or Little Vaggie idea's. I always appreciate getting asks and am overjoyed every time i get a notification in my inbox

Charlie and Vaggie were both having a rough day and decided to regress together. Husk was the only available to watch them so he had to babysit them. It was tough, especially because Charlie was being this hyperactive child. She kept trying to draw on the walls and run around. Husk knew he needed a drink. His raging alcoholism was a coping mechanism for him.

Vaggie was more on the shy side. She didn’t really trust him and was clingy to her demon plushy the whole time. He must’ve scared her. She needed a more kind, fatherly babysitter. Not him. So he defeatedly pulled out his phone and called Lucifer. Hwo did he get his number? Lucifer literally gave it out the last time her was there.

“Wassup, Husker Fuck,” Lucifer tried to sound like a fun dad with his very chill cool kid slang.

“Don’t call me that. Just- Come over to the hotel into Charlie and Vaggie’s room, It’ll be easier to just explain in person,” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Vaggie had started crying and he had no idea how to deal with it. He didn’t know what she needed, especially since she was mostly non-verbal. Sometimes she would speak a couple of words but that was it. it wasn't too loud but it was noticeable.

“Is- Is that vaggie crying-”

“Yes! Just come over, please,” Husk hung up the phone. Not even a minute passed before a puff of sparkly smoke formed and Lucifer appeared.

“Alright, Husker, what-” He cut himself off, staring at the situation in front of him. Everyone was in baby get-up. Vaggie was already crying but now she was wailing, clearly embarrassed. She hugged her demon plushy tightly and tried to hide behind it. Charlie was just happy to see her dad because she hugged his leg.

Husk caught Lucifer staring in confusion and realized that he didn’t know about his daughter’s coping mechanism.

“Okay, so, Vaggie and Charlie are both age regressors. Basically it just means they revert back to a mentally younger state. They had a rough day today so now they’re having a playdate. Can you please watch them? I aint cut out for this,” He told Lucifer. The king of hell nodded in understanding. He could see how this could help someone.

“Alright, I think I understand. They’re basically just babies right now?”

“Vaggie is feeling 2, but Charlie is feeling 3. I’m gonna go grab a drink, good luck,” He gave his warning before leaving the room.

Lucifer didn’t understand fully what this was and thought it looked a little weird at first but he really needed vaggie to stop wailing. He tried walking over to her but Charlie was attached to his leg. He dragged her over to vaggie and kneeled down in front of her. He just needed to treat her like the age she was feeling.

“Hey, M-Vaggie, its okay, you don’t gotta be embarrassed.” he sat down and put her in his lap. Charlie wanted attention but she was patient and silently waited for her turn.

Vaggie actually managed to calm down quickly with him. She didn’t know what it was or if it was just his personality, but she felt safer, and more comfortable with him. The meltdown she had earlier was due to anxiety about regressing around Husk but now she felt content.

“There you go, it’ll be alright,” he pet her hair.

Charlie was now started to get impatient because she threw her moth plushy at him, trying to get him to pay attention to her.

“Hey!” Lucifer warned.

“Wan attention too!” Charlie pouted angrily. Lucifer sighed.

“Alright, Come here, Duckling,” He told her. She scooted up to him and leaned against his chest from the side, just like Vaggie. 

The two were cuddling him and did not want to get off of him. After a while, Lucifer’s legs were starting to fall asleep and he needed a break from cuddles for a sec.

“Alright, why don’t you two play with your toys?” he suggested. 

“No, more cuddles,” Charlie mumbled.

“Come on, guys, my legs fell asleep,” He whined, hoping they would understand.

“Deal wif it, dada,” She told him. She always had sass when she was younger so it made sense that she had it when she was feeling younger

Finally, after what felt like forever, they both got uncomfortable with the leaning position they were in and went to go play with their toys. He was surprised they didn’t get bored faster. 

Charlie and Vaggie were playing with their stuffed animals while Lucifer watched over them. With this new information, he had a lot to think on. Maybe he could finally be there for his daughter. He could take care of her again and be a better father than he was when she was physically younger. He smiled to himself, happily knowing he got his little girl back.

[theoceantot]

Chapter 5

(TW! Sanemi being mean, autistic breakdowns, use of r slur)

The day finally came when Y/n had to meet the other hashira and decide if she was a threat or not. Shinobu, Mitsuri, and Giyu knew she wouldn't harm anyone but it didn't stop them from worrying about your safety. You've been getting closer to Mitsuri and Giyu. She would often style your hair and give you yummy snacks and then Giyu would let you play with his hair and let your wear his harori. The biting didn't stop though.

At all

Everyone in the estate has been bit at least once. They didn't hurt the majority of the time but every once in awhile it would draw a bit of blood. Which would make you have a meltdown. Shinobu once lightly scolded you for biting her too hard and not understanding if she was really mad at you caused a crying fit for 20 minutes.

Mitsuri wanted you to look really cute in front of everyone so she picked your outfit and did your hair just like hers.

"Eeeeekkkkk! You're the cutest"

Y/n giggled and reached her arms out to be picked up. Mitsuri held you in the air and spun you around making you laugh loudly. Shinobu watches from the crack in the door smiling to herself. This is the first time she's ever seen you be this happy. Mitsuri carried you out of the room not noticing Shinobu becasue she's too focused on how cute you're being (And that you're trying to put your braids in your mouth)

By the time they got there all the pillars were there with the master. Giyu was getting yelled at by Obanai and Sanemi for 'not killing you when they had the chance'

He just kinda took it not wanting to fight with them and knowing that you weren't dangerous in the slightest. None of the hashira knew anything personal about you or what you looked like. They were expecting this savage demon with razor sharp teeth and claws that looked like they were bound to attack any minute. So imagine the suprise when they see you. 4'7 with an adorable dress on holding the cat plushie Mitsuri got for you closely to your chest.

"What in the fuck" Sanemi grumbled in disbelief.

Shinobu softly chuckled and tried bringing you closer to all of them for a proper introduction but you firmly stood your ground starting to direct eye contact to everywhere but what was in front of you.

Too many people

And they did NOT like you

Well, you weren't for sure about all of them but the white haired man and the guy with the snake looked at you with such hatred that it genuinely terrified you.

"N-no"

No? That was something you rarely ever said. You almost ALWAYS listened to your mama and her friends. And if you didn't it's because you couldn't fully grasp what she was telling you. Shinobu didn't get mad tho like you expected her too for not listening

"Shes not good with new people especially ones that look like they wanna hurt her" Shinobu softly glared at Obanai and Sanemi.

Mitsuri looked at Obanai with disappointment which caused him to look away. Sanemi was a different story though.

"You really expect me to be all goody goody with a demon?! After all they've done to us why would you willingly take one in knowing that it's gonna end up killing you and others in your estate! Shes just trying to manipulate you with this innocent act so she can try to take us out! Let me kill that freak and save us all time!"

Freak?

That was something whe heard all too much of growing up. Going to school nobody including her parents understood why she never made eye contact, didn't like most the food, or threw tantrums when the routine was changed. They called her a "weirdo" "r*tard" 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

That word hurt the most out of any insult or punch she'd get. All you did was stare at the ground with wide eyes trying not to cry. All the memories started flooding back in her mind. It took everything in Giyu not to kick his ass right there. Shinobu was shaking in anger hardly able to form a smile and Mitsuri quickly ran to you trying to embrace you but you screamed and pushed her away with force. Enough to where she almost fell.

No touching. Not now.

Everything was too much.

Your eyes turned purple a terrified look in your eyes as you ran towards the forest behind everyone. It was dawn and close to being dark. There's no way you can fight off demons on your own.

"Y/N WAIT! PLEASE COME BACK!" Mitsuri yelled after you.

Giyu wasted no time after running after you. Mitsuri dragged Obanai along, and Shinobu kicked Sanemi in the shin making him fall in pain.

"You know it's not a good idea to piss off the woman who takes care of all your injuries. Maybe one day I'll slip up and make a big mistake" Shinobu threatened and cut him lightly on his back.

He hated to admit it but she did have a point.

If he was gonna stay on good terms with Shinobu then he would at least TRY to get along with you. Sanemi let out a "tsk" and followed Shinobu to look with you along with Tengen and Rengoku. Muichiro already forgot what was happening.

Now back to you in the woods. Due to the flashbacks and trauma that was shed to light again you regressed very young where you can't talk or even walk. You've never been regressed this young before and it frightened you a lot. The world felt so big and it seemed like everything and everyone was out to get you. Huddling against a tree and flapping your hands aggressively you crying louder.

This wasn't good as it was not night time and demons were out hunting. Thankfully some of the Hashira with good hearing (aka Tengen) was able to hear and easily locate you. When he got there he didn't know what to do in the situation. You were hitting your head against a tree drawing some blood and crying to the point you were choking.

Obviously you didn't wanna be touched so that was out. What about singing or humming a melody? He's heard some autistic people comfort themselves with music. Worth a try. Tengen started humming a simple tune. Not too loud but loud enough for you to be able to hear it slowly taking your attention away from hurting your head that was still bleeding.

After a few minutes your cries turned into sniffles as you looked up at Tengen with such fascination. Slowly your eyes started to close just wanting to sleep and replenish your energy. Tengen asked if he could pick you up and you just quietly babbled back letting him carry you in his strong arms.

Before you fell asleep he gasped in suprise almost dropping you. Out of love you bit him. Tengen didn't know if he had to be ready to attack becasue well you're a demon but you fell asleep slowly after that.

He sent his crow out to tell everyone she was found and safe with some minor injuries. Tengen waited at the butterfly estate with you being cradled in his arms. Every now and then you'd start whining and moving around but all he had to do was start humming again and you'd calm down.

Mitsuri, Obanai, Shinobu, and Giyu got back in the estate shortly after and ran around looking for Tengen until they found him sitting in your rocking chair. The girls had to hold back laughs as you started biting his arm as you slept.

Shinobu grabbed a purple paci from a draw and put it in your mouth. Much to Tengens relief. He put you in your crib and carefully tucked you under the covers.

They all exited the room and sighed in relief just relieved you were safe.

"I don't know how to thank you Tengen" Shinobu thanked

"I'll definitely think of something" He said and looked to the side like there was more on his mind.

"What is it?" Obanai questioned.

"Its just that she shouldn't have been able to walk out at dawn without getting at least a bit burnt. And the way I found her. She was banging her head against a tree and sobbing like she was dying. I know she's a demon but I can't help feeling a bit of remorse for her"

"I included her being to walk in the sun in the letter. So how did you not know?" Shinobu questioned

"The master said the letter was you saying that you had a demon in your care and the rest was colored over with purple crayon so we didn't know what it said" Obanai explained.

Now she remembered

She left the letter on her desk when you were coloring in her office.

What a little trouble maker

[msith]

I am so sorry but *pulls some glasses on* delete this ask if you are uncomfortable

🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓

The original Sonic.exe story centers on Tom, a young man who was a big fan of Sonic the Hedgehog, especially the older games. He claimed that he had not played any glitchy or hacked games before, though he admitted that he didn't want to after an experience he had.

He then proceeded to recount his experience, saying how he received a CD and an accompanying letter from his friend Kyle, begging him to destroy the disc before it's "too late" and not to play the game.

Ignoring his friend's warnings, Tom played the game and began to encounter odd, somewhat disturbing phenomena, from a title card featuring an evil-looking Sonic with bloody eyes and glowing pupils with a wide smile to the presence of a file select screen similar to that of the one in Sonic the Hedgehog 3, with a red background and chilling music playing.

As he picked the only available character, Tails and began the first stage, titled "HILL ACT 1", Tom continued to find more evidence that there was something wrong with the game, namely the copious amounts of dead animals, all murdered in gruesome ways and eventually encountering Sonic at the end of the level, standing completely still and with his eyes closed.

When Tails attempted to get his attention during a cutscene by tapping him on the shoulder, Sonic's eyes opened, identical to the Sonic on the title screen before cutting to black, with the message "Hello. Do you want to play with me?" In the next level, "HIDE AND SEEK", Tom witnessed Sonic chasing Tails, the latter flying despite an inability to do so without a Super form, before disappearing, teleporting in front of the distraught fox and killing him and cutting to black.

Shocked, Tom reads the next message, "YOU'RE TOO SLOW. WANT TO TRY AGAIN?". After playing as Knuckles and losing a supposed "boss battle" with Sonic, Tom decided to take a break from the game.

However, his rest was plagued by nightmares featuring the corrupted Tails and Knuckles, and the demonic Sonic, with him waking in a cold sweat. Returning to the game, Tom picked Robotnik from the file select screen and continued with the game.

At the end of the level, Sonic teleported in front of Robotnik, before the screen cut to red static. Then, a "hyper-realistic" image of Sonic appeared on the screen, with the words "I AM GOD!". After the game ended, Tom turned around to find, to his utter horror, a bloodied Sonic plushie on his bed. Tom's fate is ambiguous

🤓 that's all you can do????

BEN Drowned, or Haunted Majora's Mask, is a well-known creepypasta (and later, an alternate reality game) created by Alex Hall, also known as "Jadusable". The story revolves around a Majora's Mask cartridge that is haunted by the ghost (if it is a ghost) of a boy named Ben.

Okay, /x/, I need your help with this. This is not copypasta, this is a long read, but I feel like my safety or well-being could very well depend on this. This is video game related, specifically Majora's Mask, and this is the creepiest shit that has ever happened to me in my entire life.

Having said that, I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. I was stoked, to say the least, I could finally play all of those old games of my youth that I hadn't touched in at least a decade. His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers, and while beggars can't be choosers, needless to say it didn't take long until I became bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs.

That weekend I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off campus, hitting up the local garage sales, hoping to score on some good deals from ignorant parents). I ended up picking up a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye (fuck yeah), F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars. Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I still have no idea why it did, there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it, but something sort of drew me there. I usually trust my gut on these things so I got out of the car and I was greeted by an old man. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. It was odd, if you asked me to tell you why I thought he was displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything - there was just something about him that put me on edge, I can't explain it. All I can tell you is that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there were other people within shouting distance, I would not have even thought of approaching this man.

He flashed a crooked smiled at me and asked what I was looking for, and immediately I noticed that he must be blind in one of his eyes; his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it. I forced myself to look to his left eye instead, trying not to offend, and asked him if he had any old video games.

I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few ones in an old box. He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage. As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table. Littered across his table were rather… peculiar paintings; various artworks that looked like ink blots that a psychiatrist might show you. Curious, I looked through them - it was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale, these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. As I came to the last one, for some reason it looked almost like Majora's Mask - the same heart-shaped body with little spikes protruding outward. Initially I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots, but given the events that happened afterward I'm not so sure now. I should have asked the man about it. I wish I would have asked the man about it.

After staring at the Majora-shaped blot, I looked up and the old man was suddenly there again, arms-length in front of me, smiling at me. I'll admit I jumped out of reflex and I laughed nervously as he handed me a Nintendo 64 cartridge. It was the standard grey color, except that someone had written Majora on it in black permanent marker. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized what a coincidence this was and asked him how much he wanted for it.

The old man smiled at me and told me that I could have it for free, that it used to belong to a kid who was about my age that didn't live here anymore. There was something weird about how the man phrased that, but I didn't really pay any attention to then, I was too caught up in not only finding this game but getting it for free.

I reminded myself to be a bit skeptical since this looked like a pretty shady cartridge and there's no guarantee it would work, but then the optimist inside me interjected that maybe it was some kind of beta version or pirated version of the game and that was all I needed to be back on cloud nine. I thanked the man and the man smiled at me and wished me well, saying "Goodbye then!" - at least that's what it sounded like to me. All the way in the car-ride home, I had a nagging doubt that the man had said something else. My fears were confirmed when I booted up the game (to my surprise it worked just fine) and there was one save file named simply "BEN". "Goodbye Ben", he was saying "Goodbye Ben". I felt bad for the man, obviously a grandparent and obviously going senile, and I - for some reason or another - reminded him of his grandson "Ben".

Out of curiosity I looked at the save file. Eyeballing it, I could tell that he was pretty far in the game - he had almost all of the masks and 3/4 remains of the bosses. I noticed that he had used an owl statue to save his game, he was on Day 3 and by the Stone Tower Temple with hardly an hour left before the moon would crash. I remember thinking that it was a shame that he had come so close to beating the game but he never finished it. I made a new file named "Link" out of tradition and started the game, ready to relive my childhood.

For such a shady looking game cartridge, I was impressed at how smoothly it ran - literally just like a retail copy of the game save for a few minor hiccups here and there (like textures being where they shouldn't be, random flashes of cutscenes at odd intervals, but nothing too bad). However the only thing that was a little unnerving was that at times the NPCs would call me "Link" and at other times they would call me "BEN". I figured it was just a bug - a fluke in the programming causing our files to get mixed up or something. It did kind of creep me out though after a while, and it was around after I had beaten the Woodfall Temple that I regrettably went into the save files and deleted "BEN" (I had intended to preserve the file just out of respect of the game's original owner, it's not like I needed two files anyway), hoping that that would solve the problem. It did and it didn't, now NPCs wouldn't call me anything, where my name should be in the dialogue there was just a blank space (my save file name was still called "Link", though). Frustrated, and with homework to do, I put the game down for a day.

I started playing the game again last night, getting the Lens of Truth and working my way towards completing the Snowhead Temple. Now, some of you more hardcore Majora's Mask players know about the "4th Day" glitch - for those who don't you can Google it but the gist of it is that right as the clock is about to hit 00:00:00 on the final day, you talk to the astronomer and look through the telescope. If you time it right the countdown disappears and you essentially have another day to finish whatever you were doing. Deciding to do the glitch to try and finish the Snowhead Temple, I happened to get it right on the first try and the time counter at the bottom disappeared.

However, when I pressed B to exit the telescope, instead of being greeted by the astronomer I found myself in the Majora boss fight room at the end of the game (the trippy boxed in arena) staring at Skull Kid hovering above me. There was no sound, just him floating in the air above me, and the background music which was regular for the area (but still creepy). Immediately my palms began to sweat - this was definitely not normal. Skull Kid NEVER appeared here. I tried moving around the area, and no matter where I went, Skull Kid would always be facing me, looking at me, not saying anything. Nothing would happen though, and this kept up for around sixty seconds. I thought the game had bugged or something - but I was beginning to doubt that very much.

I was about to reach for the reset button when text appeared on my screen: "You're not sure why, but you apparently had a reservation…" I instantly recognized that text - you get that message when you get the Room Key from Anju at the Stock Pot Inn, but why was it playing here? I refused to entertain the notion that it was almost as if the game was trying to communicate with me. I started navigate the room again, testing to see if that was some sort of trigger that enabled me to interact with something here, then I realized how stupid I was - to even think that someone could reprogram the game like this was absurd. Sure enough, fifteen seconds later another message appeared on the screen, and again like the first one it was already a pre-existing phrase "Go to the lair of the temple's boss? Yes/No". I paused for a second, contemplating what I should press and how the game would react, when I realized that I couldn't select no. Taking a deep breath, I pressed Yes and the screen faded to white, with the words "Dawn of a New Day" with the subtext "||||||||" beneath it. Where I was ported to filled me with the most intense sense of dread and impending fear I had ever experienced

The only way I can describe the way I felt here is having this feeling of inexplicable depression on a profound scale. I am normally not a depressed person, but the way I felt here was a feeling that I didn't even knew existed - it was such a twisted, powerful presence that seemed to wash over me.

I appeared in some kind of weird twilight-zone version of Clock Town. I walked out of the Clock Tower (as you normally do when you start from Day 1) only to find that all of the inhabitants were gone. Usually with the 4th Day glitch you can still find the guards and the dog that runs around outside the tower - this time they were all gone. What replaced them was the ominous feeling that there was something out there, in the same area as me and that it was watching me. I had four hearts to my name and the Hero's Bow, but at this point I wasn't even considered for my avatar, I felt that I personally was in some kind of danger. Perhaps the most chilling thing was the music - it was the Song of Healing, ripped straight from the game itself, but played in reverse. The music would get louder, building up so as if you should expect something to pop out at you, but nothing ever did, and the constant loop began to wear on my mental state.

Every now and then I would hear the faint laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman in the background, just quiet enough so that I wasn't sure if I just hearing things but just loud enough to keep me determined to find him. I looked in all four zones of Clock Town, only to find nothing.... No one. Textures were missing, West Clock Town had me walking on air, the entire area felt... broken. Hopelessly broken. As the reverse Song of Healing repeated for what must have been the 50th time, I just remember standing in the middle of South Clock Town realizing that I had never felt so alone in a video game before.

As I walked through the ghost town, I don't know whether it was the combination of the out of place textures and the atmosphere and the haunting melody of the once peaceful and soothing song being butchered and distorted, but I was literally on the verge of tears and I had no idea why. I hardly ever cry, something had gripped me here and this powerful sense of depression that was both foreign and crippling.

I tried leaving Clock Town, but every time I attempted to zone out, the screen would fade to black and I would just zone in to another part of Clock Town. I tried playing my Ocarina, I wanted to escape, and I did NOT want to be here, but every time I played the Song of Time or Song of Soaring it would only say "Your notes echo far, but nothing happens". By this point, it was obvious the game didn't want me to leave, but I had no idea why it was keeping me here. I didn't want to go inside the buildings, I felt that I would be too vulnerable there to whatever I was terrified of. I don't know why, but I came up with the idea that maybe if I drowned myself at the Laundry Pool I could spawn somewhere else and leave this place.

As I zoned in and ran towards the pool, that's when it happened. Link grabbed his head, and the screen flashed for a brief moment of the Happy Mask Salesman smiling at me - not Link - me with Skull Kid's scream playing in the background and when the screen returned I was staring at the Link Statue from playing the song Elegy of Emptiness. I screamed as the thing just stared back at me with that haunting facial expression. I turned around and ran out and back into South Clock Town, and to my horror the fucking statue followed me in the only way I can compare this is like the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who. Every so often, at random intervals, the animation would play of the statue appearing behind me. It was like the thing was chasing me, or - I don't even want to fucking say it - haunting me.

By this point, I was on the verge of hysterics, but not even once did the thought of turning off the console occur to me, I don't know why, I was so wrapped up in it - the terror felt all so real. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time. Link started to begin to make weird animations I had never even seen him do before, he would flail his arms around or spasm randomly and the screen would cut to the Happy Mask Salesman smiling again for a brief moment before I was face to face with that fucking statue again. I ended up running into the Swordmaster's Dojo and ran to the back, I don't know why, but in my panic I just wanted some kind of assurance that I'm not alone here. To my dismay I found no one, but as I turned to leave the statue cornered me in the cubby in the back. I tried attacking the statue with my sword but to no avail. Confused, and backed into a corner, I just stared at the statue waiting for it to kill me. Suddenly, the screen flashed again to the Happy Mask Salesman and Link turned to face my screen, standing upright mirroring the statue, looking at me along with his copy. Literally staring at me. Whatever was left of the 4th wall was completely shattered while I ran out of the dojo terrified. Suddenly the game warped me to an underground tunnel and the reverse Song of Healing queued up again as I was given a brief moment of rest before the statue started appearing behind me again... this time aggressively - I could only take a few steps before it would summon behind me again. I hurriedly made my way out of the tunnel and appeared in Southern Clock Town. As I ran aimlessly - in a sheer panic - suddenly a redead screamed and the screen faded to black as "Dawn of a New Day" and "|||||||||" appeared again.

The screen faded in and I was standing on top of Clock Tower with Skull Kid hovering over me again, silent. I looked up and the moon was back, looming just meters above my head, but the Skull Kid just stared at me hauntingly with that fucking mask. A new song was playing - the Stone Tower Temple theme played in reverse. In some sort of desperate attempt, I equipped my bow and fired off a shot at the Skull Kid - and it actually hit him and he played an animation of him reeling back. I fired again and on the third arrow, a text box appeared saying "That won't do you any good. Hee, hee." and I was picked up off the ground, levitated upwards on my back, and then Link screamed as he burst into flames, instantly killing him.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

On one silent night, something slipped into Yuji's room as a horned beast looked over the boy. But it's not the boy he seeks, no. It's the spirit that dwells inside him. The King of Curses. The horned one hides its presence as he walks in with his hooves. The horned one sets a doll that looks like the spirit in plushie doll form and then starts to extract the consciousness of the spirit being, transferring it into the doll.

Naughty, naughty, naughty child. The horned one snickers. He leaves a letter for the boy and the spirit to read.

'Dear King of Curses,

Someone told me that you have been naughty and you like curses so much that you became the King of them. Therefore, here is my gift. You are now someone to toy with and play with. Hope you enjoy the week till the New Year or the upcoming spring....who knows.... Merry Christmas Signed By - Krampus

@demon-blood-youths

True Yuji was sleeping right now but he was more relaxed knowing of Christmas. The same with Sukuna who had no idea what was going to happen to him the next morning.

~~~The next morning~~~

Yuji was sleeping but he then wakes up with a yawn, stretching his arms to smile. "Hmmmmm Morning Sukuna. I hope your going to be nice at least." He mutters rubbing his head. However, when waiting for a response, he blinks hearing nothing. "Uhhh Sukuna?"

He looks left and right before seeing some strange Doll that looked just like Sukuna sitting by some letter. "??????" He reaches to take the letter but started reading it. It took a moment for him to take in what he reads before his eyes widen. "WHHAAAAAAA!!!!" he sits up in shock reading this but he looks to the doll.

"Uhhhh wait, Krampus? Isn't that.." He mutters but looks to see the doll or expects it. The doll looks just like Sukuna but he was curious. Is it true? He reaches to poke the doll's cheek but as he did, it twitched to grumble. His eyes widen seeing this. "Uhhhhh Sukuna? Is that you?" he said.

"Ughhhh brat your too loud...can you at least let me sleep more?" the doll said but this shocked Yuji more but he then looks to the letter then at Sukuna who looked like some adorable little plushie doll. He tried his best not to laugh.

"Phhhfffffff...."

"Huh? What? What's so funny brat?" he grumbled but as he opens his eyes he blinks to see what was in front of him. "Huh? Brat? Why are you-wait..." He stood up but falls back to look. "What the fuck?" he hissed but saw Yuji trying to not laugh.

"Brat! What the fuck is so funny!! Why are you taller than me!?"he said but Yuji shows the letter but moving away to try not to laugh hitting his hand on the bed snorting. Sukuna blinks to read the letter but as he reads, his eyes widen to see.

3. 2. 1.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

This woke up Megumi who falls out of bed and winces but Nobara blinks hearing this while hearing the shout from the boys dorm building.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO ME!!" Sukuna roars out but that's when Yuji couldn't hold it no more laughing his butt off.

"HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he was rolling on the floor holding his stomach laughing while Sukuna looks at the letter then at him. "Damn that Krampus! I'll murder him for turning me into this humiliating stuff doll!!" he shouted out but he tried to use his cursed energy but he couldn't. He tenses to look at his stubby hands.

"DAMN HIM!!!" He twitched looking to Yuji. "AND STOP LAUGHING YOUR DAMN BRAT!!"

"Oh god my stomach!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! I hope it lasts longer!" he said but then realized something. "Wait....then that means I get a break from you!! YES FINALLY!! I GET A BREAK!! WHAOOOOO!!!"

[unmarketableplushy]

Explodes and dies but in like a cute girl way <3

ID: Two Images of The Elric Brothers. They are both Edited to have cat ears, tails, and whiskers. In the first image Alphonse, in his armor form, is pointing at himself. He has a simplified squiggly face. His ears and tail match his armor.  the second image is of Ed Giving a thumbs up from the “I See No Difference Love Is Love” meme. His ears and tail match his hair./End ID

Heya! Wei’re the Superbell System.

Pronouns: It/Its, Ink/Inks, Fuck/Fucks

Call Muis Linkrot (Or Plushy. Or Bell. Or Rockstar. Or Apple.) More on En.Pronouns

18

White passing

Bigender Boygirl.

Bisexual, lesbian, and gay.

Physically Disabled and Mentally Ill

Autistic

Canary Rockfish Therian

Cat Furry

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Wei reclaim the f and d slur and try to tag them.

Wei reclaim Cripple and do tag it.

Interests: Fullmetal Alchemist, Pokemon, Splatoon, Vocaloid, Speedrunning, and Marine Biology.

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More info and DNI below the cut <3

DNI:

Exclusionist

Radfem

Transmed/Truscum

Anti-Endo/System exclus

Believe in “Narc Abuse”

Fans of South Park/DSMP/Hazbin Hotel/HP

NSFW 

Anti Kin or Gatekeeper

Anti Furry

Anti-Mogai

Aspec or Mspec gatekeeper (this includes anti mspec lesbian/gay)

Pro-Ship/Anti-Anti/Pro Fiction/Pro Incest (Or refer to backlash against such content and beliefs “Purity Culture”)

Tranx/Transid (Excluding Transspecies y’all are cool)

Or allow interaction from Bold.

Please do not follow if you are over 28.

Interests (Extended):

Games: Splatoon, Pokemon, Undertale/Deltarune, A Hat In Time, Mario, Animal Crossing

Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist, Jujutsu Kaisen, Death Note, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Madoka Magica, Spy X Family, Komi Can't Communicate, Serial Experiments Lain, Pokespe, Coroika, Change 1 2 3

Movies/TV: Invader Zim, The Owl House, Fight Club

Other Interests: Speedrunning, Vocaloid, Marine Biology and the ocean in general, Nuclear waste and disposal

A bit on the System

Wei are and Adaptive system. 

Wei often use Semi-Plural Pronouns (Info Here)

Wei will not participate in any system discourse, but are inclusive of all system origins.

Some members who may use tumblr are:

Wooper (Ey/Em) (#Wooper.Scream)

CQ (He/It) (#CQ Speaking)

Ruby (He/it)

Julie (She/Her) (#Julie8)

Teresa (and Kytte) (She/He) (#Teresa Tag)

Whitney (She/Her)

Bobble (She/He) (#Bobble Babble)

Other Blogs Wei Run:

@fullmetal-accessible  (Fullmetal Alchemist Described)

@blessed-generation-verse (Our OC world)

@the-challenging-deep (blog for Ocean Hearthome and other marine things)

Feel free to ask for muir discord and Switch Friendcode <3

[queenofsliferred]

*crashes through the ceiling* Omg, you have an OC named Kiki?! Pls, tell me about her! 💜 What's her personality? Likes and dislikes? Hobbies? Friends, enemies?

Also, fun fact: you're second person I know, who has an OC Kiki. XD

KIKI CEPTION!!!

i technically have two! the second kiki is a revamp of the original kiki that i made in 4th grade and they might as well be different people ahah. but both are for the series inuyasha! (tho new kiki is also a touken ranbu oc!)

Original Kiki is a 16 year old girl from the modern era who had plans of being a fashion designer. She is thrown into the ocean by Naraku in disguise (how he wound up in the modern era is a mystery lol) who wanted to destroy her cuz there were prophecies that she would be the one to destroy him. Somehow the process of going back in time for Kiki turned her into a half-demon, I'm still not sure how that worked.

Friends: Kagome, Sango, Shippo and Kilala Enemies: Narku, Kikyo, Sesshomaru, Anesthesia and Queen Beryl Lover: Inuyasha Hobbies: drawing, fashion design, sewing, singing Likes: Hot baths and showers, the colors red and pink, strawberry icecream, her new pink hair Dislikes: Dry skin, not having lotion at all times, cool colors, matcha/green tea flavoured stuff so her life is suffering, the lack of conditioner

The New TM Kiki is a biracial girl (Cuban and Japanese) living in Japan and is the daughter of two evil scientist types researching the powers of the saniwa, a sage that can breathe life into inanimate objects. They discover that their daughter is the newest saniwa and experiment on her nonstop until she runs away. It turns out her power only really works "well" on objects that are 100+ years old and have developed a soul of their own, enabling them to take the phyiscal human form while newer objects just kinda bounce around and follow simple commands. She goes to a different school than Kagome which is why she doesnt recognize her when she finds her hiding in the shrine. In a panic, Kiki hides inside the well and winds up in the past... but is too weak from malnutrition to climb out. Eventually demons come to feast on her but a dying demon named Sue manages to get to her and convince her to fuse their souls/bodies so they can both survive. This turns Kiki into a half demon herself. She traverses the feudal era, enjoying her new freedom and fucks up the timeline by stealing the swords of famous generals and such before they become generals.

Friends: Hasebe Heshikiri, Tomoegata and Shizukagata, Okatana Yoshimitsu, Kikkou Sadamune, Akashi Kuniyuki, Kagome, Inuyasha, Miroku, Sango, Shippo and Kilala. Eventually she meets Kikyo and they form some sort of a bond. Enemies: Naraku, her parents Lover: i'm not sure yet lol Hobbies: Learning about medicinal herbs and practices, practicing first aid, collecting dolls and plushies (her parents didnt let her have many tho), sword training, food (mostly eating) Likes: Kiki's Delivery Service, ribbons and bows, plushies, physical touch and affection, medium rare meat, strawberry flavoured anything, barley tea Dislikes: Being alone, green tea/matcha flavoured anything, charred or anything above medium done meat, how silver looks on her, the lack of lotion and dry skin