#and they do feel tender but my glutes are like 'EXCUSE ME you have not used us in a long time and we are FUMING'

[desperatepleasures]

ha okay my legs/butt so sore from doing Actual Exercise at PT that they kept almost buckling when I was doing dishes LMAO. just gonna do some Seated Tasks for now until my ikea furniture arrives

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

3# PRIZE [ SECOND PART ]

@hamsterandtrianglenose 

{ Finally I finished even this one and it’s not been easy because my inspiration said bye bye but I hope you will appreciate this. If you let me know leaving a comment/feedback, I can be happy! I have to admit that I took inspiration from some pictures for some of these drabbles and I really had fun writing them, yep-! }

😈  THE DEVIL x KING DICE   🎲

Nudity [ 700 words ]

The Devil was such an exhibitionist. He was the only one in all Inkwell who did not wear anything and so many persons thought that maybe his money was not enough to allow him to buy some clothes but it was impossible since he ran a Casino so he could not be defined a mere plebeian. Something was wrong and all the personal of the Casino felt uncomfortable seeing his free glutes that moved like maracas across the corridors. All the ladies blushed and all the sirs gasped. This situation was so unprofessional and someone had to do something to resolve the problem, teaching him some sense of decency even if he was still the Devil and being a moralist person was not exactly his purpose and aspiration. He loved seeing the discomfort in people’s eyes and he laughed like a little malefic kid every time he saw a shocked face. Sometimes, even Dice remained perplexed by the Devil’s behaviour and he asked himself if this was a Casino or a Jungle if his boss went around like a Tarzan. Alternatively, maybe The Devil was just an environmentalist and he wanted to become one with the nature but, knowing the person, Dice could understand it was just an excuse to act dumb. «Even little animals have the decorum to wear some clothes! », said Dice, trying to convince his boss to wear something but it was as if he was talking with the air. «I don’t need that, they’re uncomfortable… », answered the Devil and he was not going to change his mind, «And I’m not a little puppy, I’m free to wear what I want…», he was so proud of himself.   «But ya don’t wear anything… », replied King and the Devil made a sound that manifested his disapproval, shaking his head. «I have my gorgeous and warm fur that’s like a dress. », and Dice did not want even imagine in what way the Devil used to clean himself, he truly hoped he used some kind of shampoo and not some other weird method like an animal. His expression became disgusted instantly while he was thinking about that gross scene. «It’s not my intention call into question the appeal and the softness of your fur, but maybe ya should try one of those elegant suits I bought for ya to appear more professional in the eyes of the guests and the personnel. » -So maybe you will appear more like a respectable gentleman than a savage, he would have added but he kept the second sentence for himself while he looked his boss with the same perplexed expression. «So do ya want me to appear as a clown like you? That’s what you’re sayin’…», and the poor King felt offended by his comment and the Devil continued because he was such a brat. «Maybe Beppi the Clown would give me something more sophisticated! », and the Devil lost himself in an energetic laugh that made the Casino shake under his feet. «Mine was just an advice. This is still a Casino and not a zoo! », Dice’s voice appeared more serious and even the Devil answered with a harsher tone. «That’s my Casino, not yours or their and I fucking wear –or not wear- what I fucking want! », a malicious smile appeared on the Devil’s face. «Maybe I should prohibit to everyone to wear clothes so all of you’ll understand the thrill of feeling the breeze between your buttocks. », said the Devil and then Dice bleached and that thought made him so uncomfortable. He could not imagine himself walking across the Casino totally nude like a sort of caveman or with a fig leaf that covered his private regions. The period of Adam and Eve was over for quite some time. It was too indecorous and embarrassing that he could not hide a blush. «Better if I return to my job! », declared Dice, distraught. «Yes ya should, but I suggest ya to try. You’ll fell free for the very first time without that stuff on ya! ». The Devil felt so satisfy of his authority. He scratched his butt, basking in his own majestic nudity.

Cat’s Habit [ 420 words ]

None knew this little secret about the Devil, maybe only Dice was aware of this particular habit of his boss. The Devil’s fur was so soft and bushy, when he was a kid nobody considered him threatening enough because of his fur, everybody mocked the Devil calling him plush, and the little Devil was not so enthusiast for it. Needless to say that all those people that laughed at him have been sent to burn in Hell. Other times, the Devil acted like a true cat and, especially when he was particularly angry, he blew ruffling his own fur and it was the most amusing spectacle ever. Seeing that behaviour, King could not take his boss so seriously and he kept his laugh not to offend him –and he did not want to be clawed by the Devil and he cared to have his face undamaged-. Then, his curiosity got higher and Dice wanted to see how deep the Devil went with his cat attitude: if he was not only arrogant and fierce like a cat but if he could be even tender and vicious like that fascinating animal. While the Devil was taking his nap –and it was another cat’s behaviour that Dice found out observing him-, King dared to touch his head to see if the Devil was able to purr on him in his sleep. It was something unfair and dangerous but so entertaining, too.   As he expected, the Devil started vibrating just like a blessed cat and even his face showed a sort of ecstasy while Dice caressed his soft fur. Dice chuckled softly, rubbing the area of the horns-line, the Devil moaned, and a smile seemed appearing on his face.     «What a cute kitty~», normally, Dice would have never said something like this in front of his boss but he could not resist and the Devil was still sleeping. His voice appeared soft, low and even his boss seemed enjoying this moment, and he was still unaware, luckily. In many ways, the Devil could be considered like a cat and this animal was even known to be so mysterious, lascivious and devious just like this demoniac man. For now, Dice decided to keep this secret to himself and he asked himself how his boss would have reacted if he had launched a ball of string in his direction. Would the Devil chased after it? Someday, Dice would find it out, even if curiosity killed the cat but, in this case, the cat was not him.

Hell’s Paradise [ 200 words ]

Dice’s hands were magical in so many ways, not only for his tricks. It was paradisiac how his fingers moved across the piano keyboard producing sweet and enchanting symphonies that were able to calm and tame even an evil beast as the Devil. If The Devil had still a soul, it would have melted, charmed by these notes and the world could disappear and only a sound of ecstasy would remain. If he had a heart, it would have pumped faster, inebriating with his melody and the time could pass without any preoccupations in this madness place. The Devil closed his eyes, losing himself in this rare moment of tenderness even if he did not understand the reason and he was not born to feel this way because he was not born to be worthy of love or anything. He was born to be hatred and feared, but now he felt like a little child who was completely captured by Dice’s art. Then, his eyes were heavier and the Devil just fell asleep on the strains of this lullaby. As he was not the lord of darkness or an infernal creature. It was his little piece of Heaven in Hell.

The End of the game [ 400 words ]

Everything was lost and gone and there was no turning back. No regret and no remorse and things went the way they had to go and maybe they had just overestimated the circumstances and they should have had to calculate their actions with more attention. Maybe, they should have studied their enemies and be more prepared to this war. Those cups were only kids, but they have proved to be stronger than the expectations. It was such a shame that two evil entities as the Devil and the Devil’s right hand man had been defeated by a couple of two children. It sounded like a joke! The two men found themselves in a lost Hell’s bar to speak about their distress and humiliation, while they were counting the scars of each other. Despite everything, they did not seem so sad or angry thanks to the alcohol that was circulating in their veins and it made everything less painful and even the defeat acquired a less bitter flavour.   «Look at ya, your head seem a pentagon or a hexagon after the fight with those brats… », the Devil laughed observing the conditions of his friend that were not so great, «They kicked your ass very well! », the Devil kept laughing, and then he downed another beer. «Look who’s talking, I didn’t cry like a little girl, at least! », replied King and the Devil just moaned because it was true, he was such a crybaby sometimes. «We’re fucked up, man! », said the Devil a little worried thinking about his life with more rationality –even if he was still too drunk to think clearly-. «This bet didn’t go according to the odds. », even Dice took another shot of his drink, sighing. «Fuck-! », it was the easiest answer the Devil could give. There was nothing else to say. «The wheels turn and luck will come back to us soon and then will be the others to be screwed! », and Dice smiled wickedly and even the Devil found his lost perfidy. «Yes, those two bastards will pay, one of these days…», the Devil smirked thinking about the most perfidious ways to torture those cups. «Revenge will taste so sweet! » and King shared the same sadistic thought. Then, the two of them started laughing like two evil genius while they were consuming all the alcoholic beverages of that bar.