#creepypasta demons

[sharp-silver4795]

EJ is a cat, istg

Important Information: these are head canons about how cat-like EJ is, impersonal “you” form is used.

Warnings: mentions of sickness (no clue how I got there), v0m1t, d34th/mourning, po15on, ven0m, respiratory obstructions, c4nc3r and other IRL issues/diseases are briefly mentioned.

He purrs. HE. PURRS.

He loves being pet. Specifically some good scritches

Scritch his head, behind his ears, or even his chin.

Depending on how much he likes what’s going on, you can feel it in his back, chest, neck, or all three.

Wiggle Wiggle

The demon has a lot of “soft spots” that make his whole body vibrate with how happy it makes him.

When he rests on top of you and you rub that spot just below his ribs he’s practically wiggling around- Do. NOT. Stop!!

He thumps his foot or headbutts when he’s excited. He’ll even try to headbutt the air.

Unsolicited Licking

If you’re sitting calmly together, and he feels safe, you’re going to be licked.

Specifically near your wrists and forearms.

He does it out of love, and showing you that he feels safe, so he proves that you are safe. He’s not biting you, right?

*Bap*

He’s a playful motherfucker when he wants to be.

Granted, it’s not a full on *bap*, it’s really just ‘Bitch! Gimme pets. You have no choice.’

Warning Signs: How NOT to die

If his tail is moving a lot, run. He has barbs that extend when he’s threatened. It’s more of a last resort, if one comes off he’ll be bleeding for a long while, but he will break one off under your skin if it feels necessary.

He can “purr” when he’s sad. When he stretches out his neck and flings his head back a bit (I hope this makes sense) almost like he’s reaching for something but just with his head, he makes small noises/vibrations in his throat. He’s lonely, sad, stressed, anything like that.

He’s sleeping in the open. Bitch, no he isn’t. At his core, he’s a great hunter. Even in the animal kingdom, it isn’t uncommon for predators to make themselves look harmless. The second you get close enough, you’re dead.

Warning Signs: He’s Sick

The “cat stretch” means he’s either starving or about to puke. Usually the latter.

White flakes on his skin is a common, semi-deadly, disease for the Rose Demons. It’s called Skaal (scale). Make sure he doesn’t open his mouth and that he doesn’t touch it. It will go away on its own if he leaves it alone.

Despite how it looks, if he’s rubbing his face on the floor, it means there’s probably something stuck- either in his eye sockets, his throat, side vents, anything. Do. Not. Approach. You will end up in the obituaries tomorrow.

If there’s a white goop coming out of his mouth and he’s gagging, give him the Heimlich ASAP! If you leave him he’s gonna blow up his organs- literally, he probably forgot to breathe and now has too much hydrogen bouncing around his body.

It’s not as bad as you think

White foam from his mouth is NOT rabies. He can’t get rabies. However, he CAN overeat and get himself sick. Being the prideful dumbass he is- he doesn’t wanna puke, even if he knows it’s best if he does and that if he refuses to he’s gonna make it worse on himself later. If there’s white shit coming out of his mouth, yank him to the nearest bathroom and lock him in there his claws are too big for most push-locks. It’s better that way.

If he looks like he’s twitching and he seems pale, get the fuck out! Let Liu handle him!! 🔞

He has random mounds on his back when he’s hungry. He doesn’t get cysts or cancer, so he’s just hungry. Back away or get eaten.

If it looks like he has a snake in his abdomen, like something is moving in there, let Liu handle him. 🔞

If he looks really pale, and his liquid keeps coming out of his sockets and his mouth, he isn’t sick. He’s mourning. It could be a lot of things, but just let him cope for a while.

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

Header Creds: MEEE!!

[lolapath]

Ahhh my favourite drink 🍷 the og post (Ig?)

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[creepycatboyz]

ermm hii... drops this and leaves :3

[skyeconch]

Y/N type 1 : Man, that character’s hot 🥰

Y/N type 1 : I’d like to hold hands with them or something, only if they wanted to 👉👈

Y/N type 2 : I’d like them to take me in the kitchen—

Y/N type 2 : bend me over the stove and spank me with a spatula

Y/N type 1 : huh?? 😰

Y/N type 2 : then I’d like them to take me to the bedroom—

Y/N type 1 : what happened to “hi, how are you” ??? 😭😭

Y/N type 2 : —kiss me so hard that I can’t breathe

Y/N type 2 : in fact, I’m going to put this in my username so that this is the first thing anyone know—

[reaminaart]

Wips because I feel a bit burnt out

Trying simpler styles and practicing lineart, because full-on painting constantly gets a bit exhausting

Also LennamerxJeff has been my recent obsession

[vrfinalgirl]

CUPIDS KINKTOBER 2024 !!

welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇

current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉 submission rules!

(all of these could be customized!)

₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?

🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound coming from your closet!

💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!

🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?

💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!

🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.

💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, dub- con, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.

🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!

💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!

🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?

💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.

🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.

💉: (possession, mutual masturbation, monsterfucking, suicide/murder mention, dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 30th — UNDER LOCK AND KEY!

🩸: you and your friend are invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.

💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ OCTOBER 31RST — HALLOWEEN.

—- CHOOSE YOUR KINK. + YOUR CHARACTER!

🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN

[cavities-in-reality]

[jacky-killian]

The Edge of Sleep

Oh the scream I scrumpt at that ending though??????????

Also I haven't drawn an eye in years so like pls forgive me, I'm just so excited to make things about this show haha

[citruswriter]

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Established relationship, chubby coded reader, self esteem issues, brief nippleplay, oral (f! recieving), fem terms, afab reader, overstimulation, hair pulling, squirting, creampie.

Creepypasta Kinktober Prompt: Mirror/Overstimulation

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem Reader

The mirror was not your friend. Far from it in your opinion. The mirror pointed out things you didn't want to see. Stretchmarks and rolls in your skin, loose skin and jiggly thighs. You hated it. Hated the mirror. Hated your body.

But your lovely boyfriend loved it. Loved the divots in your skin that the stretchmarks left. Loved the rolls in your body in his hands. Loved your soft tummy. Loved your plush thighs. You tried your best to see yourself through his eyes, to love your body as he loved it. But it seemed like an impossible task most days.

It had been a long day and your were already snuggled in bed with your phone when your boyfriend came in with something. " What's that?" You question, rising so you were sitting up and looking at the large rectangle. "It's a mirror." Jack said simply, flipping it around to show off the full body mirror, propping it up against the wall.

"Oh! Um... why did you get it?" You ask tentatively. Jack takes off his mask, setting it to the side before kicking his shoes off and crawling onto the bed with you. "Thought it would be nice for some... fun." He says simply, giving a shrug before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Yes it'll be fun to see all my imperfections." You say sarcastically, glaring at your reflection. Jack lets out a low growl, a demonic sound that never fails to make you shiver in delight down your spine and send heat pooling straight to your core.

"You have the body of a goddess, my darling, and I'll be damned if I let you talk down on yourself." He growled out before swiftly moving behind you. You squeak out as he nibbles on your neck, hands moving up your shirt. One hand grasped your soft tummy while the other gripped a breast, claws digging in slightly before moving to tweak a nipple, causing you to gasp out.

"My beautiful mate..." He purrs out and you shudder. "I'm going to fuck you so good that you won't even be able to focus on those silly insecurities." And with that you're flipped onto your back, clawed fingers pulling your sleep shorts and panties down and flinging them off to the side.

His inhuman tongue soon finds its way into your core and you gasp out as he starts to tongue fuck you, thumb finding your pearl and rubbing it harshly. You moan and keen out as he eats you out like your pussy is a five fucking star meal served by Gordan Ramsey himself. His tongue and thumb are working you so wonderfully and it doesn't take long for his skilled actions to make an orgasm start to crest in you. You try to babble out a warning to him but he can already tell your close by the way your walls start to tighten around his tongue. And then he's pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a tidal way as you moan out loudly, pleasure washing over your body.

You expect Jack to pull away, to give you a moment to climb down from your orgasm and recover, but you are given no such luxury. Instead he slings your plush thighs over his shoulders and grips them as he retracts his tongue from your core and instead works it over your clit. You let out a strangled moan as he continues, trying to get a proper gasp of air in your lungs but Jack pushes forward in trying to make you cum again, his tongue working over your clit in patterns that make you whine and arch until once again your orgasm is cresting. You arch you spine, whining out his name as you cum once again and Jack greedily laps at your juices before nipping at your thighs.

"Catch your breath, sweetheart. I'm not even close to being finished." Jack says with a low chuckle. He slips his shirt off and your hands quickly find his abdomen, your soft hands gliding over the hard planes of his torso. He's cold to the touch, but to him you feel warm. Feel like heaven.

His cold hands find their way under your shirt once more and you shudder as he works his way up and up and finally the article is discarded and tossed as well. "So fucking beautiful." He mutters, mouth descending to kiss your neck and breasts, nipping and leaving little marks that would fade within a day or two.

His hand dips to unbuckle his belt and he pulls his cock out, grinding his shaft along your poor abused clit and your hips jerk with overstimulation. "Jack... I'm sensitive." You say softly and he growls. "Good. Gonna fuck your pretty brains out." He purrs back, grinding harder and making you mewl out.

Suddenly your being manhandled, pulled and tugged until your in doggy. He's stripping the last of his clothes off as he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, making you arching your back as he grips our hair and has you look up and into the mirror. "And you're gonna watch me do it do." He purrs, the tip of his dick notching against your entrance before he snaps his hips forwards and fully buries himself in your heat.

You cry out and he wastes no time setting a ruthless pace in you. You're still sensitive from your other two orgasms and it doesn't take long for the feeling of overstimulation to hit you in waves. Your body is trembling, mind going fuzzy with how much pleasure is rippling through your body as he continues to piston his hips in and out of you, snarls and growls that didn't sound human in the slightest falling from his mouth as you moaned and keened underneath him. Your eyes observe the two of you in the mirror.

Jack's face was screwed up with pleasure and concertation as he fucks into you, his muscles rippling under his skin, he looked like a predator. You on the other hand looked completely different. Eyes glazed over, lips parted, chest heaving, hair messy in his hand. You looked so fucked out and you couldn't help but love how you looked like a mess for his cock.

Your eyelids flutter as you feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm. "Close." You whine out and Jack angles your hips, driving in harder as he drills into your g-spot. You moan loudly as he drives you closer and closer to your orgasm. "That's is babygirl. Cum on my cock." He breathes out, driving his hips again and sending you crashing into another orgasm. You curse in a high pitched tone as you cum on his thick cock, your orgasm hitting you more like a freight train this time.

But once again, you are offered little time to recover as Jack fucks you through your orgasm, ramming into you with abandon as he chases his own release. You practically sobbing with overstimulation at this point, body trembling as his hand yanks your hair to keep you looking in the mirror as he fucks you stupid. "One more time, babygirl. Just one more time." He said softly, his voice more breathy as he starts to reach his own end. His spare hand grips you plush side as he fucks into you harder and faster. Your arms collapse from under you but your eyes remain glued to the mirror as you cum once more. Your eyes roll back and your vision whites out as you scream out his name.

Your nerves feel like they're on fire and frazzled, as if you just snatched a star out of the nightsky and took a big bite out of it. As you come to once more, you're aware of many things. How warm your insides are with Jack's pulsing cock and load of cum in you, the droplets that roll down your thighs, the slickness of your cunt.

"Fuck that was amazing." You breathe out and Jack let out a rumbling laugh as he slowly pulled his cock out. "Well you squirted so I'd assume it was." He replied, tone tired but teasing none the less. You felt your cheeks heat up. "Fuck, I squirted?" You ask with a laugh and he only huffs a laugh in response.

He slowly gets up as you let your body collapse on the bed. Jack comes back moments later, running a warm washcloth over your body and cleaning you up before crawling into bed with you. You hum softly, tangling your limbs with his, fingernails tailing over his skin in soothing patterns.

"I love you, beautiful." He murmurs and you smile softly, peppering his face with soft kisses before he snuggles back into you once more, practically purring from your touch.

"I love you too, handsome."

Eyeless Jack, my love. 💞💞💞 I don't think ya'll understand how down bad I am for this man.

Taglist: @rainrot4me

[sharp-silver4795]

EJ’s Anatomy Rant

The people have spoken!!! We landed on EJ (Eashar) for our anatomy rants 😌

This is SOOOO LONG!!!! You have been warned!!

Warning:

This post is about anatomy!! There will be references to reproductive organs and systems. BUT!!!! This is not true for humans!! There are references to human anatomy and how it normally works, but EJ is NOT human!!!

Order of Post

So, I’m going to be going in order of different systems or groups of similar organs. It may not be completely organized lol

I’ve talked a bit about this before, but physiology is just “structure determines function” and everything works together for either evolutionary benefits or to maintain homeostasis (internal balance). So, in this post I am going over strange parts of Eashar’s anatomy that have a purpose!!

Side Gaps: Openings on his sides from the middle of his ribcage to his navel

They have four parts to them: the capture frills, soft divider, tough divider, and the sacks.

These are purely for homeostasis!

Breathing

While he’s eating since he can’t breathe while swallowing (humans also can’t breathe while swallowing!)

These openings can also help him breathe if his trachea (windpipe) is obstructed.

Basically, his body will take note that blood oxygen levels are low and one side will act for inhaling and the other for exhaling

For inhalation, the tough divider will move and the capture frills will flatten to allow open passages to his lungs

For Exhalation, the capture frills will open and the soft divider will shift and the tough divider will move.

Heat Regulation

He has a natural body temperature of 42°C, so he overheats very easily.

Simply, he will expel extremely hot water vapor out of these.

The frills are going to open and even expand, the tough divider is going to fold back towards the lungs, and the soft divider will completely obstruct the passage to the lungs.

The frills will then pump out a big burst of water vapor at 50-70°C so that a lot of heat can get out quickly.

Gas Release

When I talked about his digestive system, I mentioned a lot of gas will be released.

These gaps are the main way it gets out.

The structure doesn’t change at all, the frills are open, expanding and contracting to push it all out.

I already explained his digestive system! You can look through my posts to see it!

The Tail: it has a lot of different uses and functions to help him live.

I already explained a lil bit of tail in the general HC post.

Spine + Spinal Cord

This is kind of a given with the tail, it’s part of his spine. So, his spinal cord is also going down his tail.

Spinal Cord Injuries, no matter where they are, would basically paralyze him.

His tail is (at his stage in life) mainly for gas release and self defense.

It’s mostly muscle and bone, but has little air sacks underneath (what looks like) thorns that lay flat into it.

Hungry or Sick?

When he gets sick because he ate something he wasn’t supposed to, his actions can simulate what he does when he’s extremely hungry.

He doesn’t speak, he mainly lays down like he can’t move, is gnawing on his hands or scratching at his knees (poor baby 🥺), and shifting on and off of his stomach.

An easy way to see if he’s hungry or sick is the “bulge” at the end of his tail.

If it’s hard and condensed, he’s sick. If it’s barely visible or very small, then he’s hungry.

When he’s full, it seems really natural on him- idk how to explain.

The bulge comes from his digestive system. The acid bladder rests nearly the upper base of his tail.

When it can’t process what’s inside of it (anything other than human meat or water) the substance stays there and builds up, usually getting coagulatedz

When it’s basically empty, the bulge disappears. When he is well fed/full the bulge is there because his digestive system is working properly.

He can Power Off:

He can shut down bodily functions willingly and sort of on command.

This helps him when he needs to cool down or if he gets sick (which is almost never)

Defense:

Gas Release

Each area of his body that releases gas has a higher concentration of a certain gas over the rest.

Gas - Tail

The boney folding spikes on his tail have the ability to release gas naturally and forcefully.

They specifically release mostly Hydrogen since that is the main gas that could likely cause a lot of internal damage it will literally make some of his organs explode

Hydrogen on its own is not going to do much since it doesn’t hurt people too much.

So, his body will push a bunch of heat and oxygen into his tail.

This makes hydrogen and oxygen gas along with water vapor at about 70-90°C.

It also gets pushed out with a lot of force that it can cause lethal burns and injuries.

Gas - Side Gaps

They mainly handle the release of Ammonia which is deadly for humans to breathe.

Because he has complete control over everything in his body, he can “seal” the sacks with the soft dividers while the tough dividers are going to allow the ammonia to stay away from the lungs.

If he needs to get out in a pinch- give everyone around him ammonia poisoning ^^

No Way Out?

Worst case scenario, if he can’t escape, he’ll chomp his own tail and end himself.

Reproductive System:

3 Penises ~ Evolutionary

The Primary organ is the largest and sort of in the center between the 3. It’s about 20cm long 👀

It’s responsible for the production and the release of sperm and sexual arousal.

Because it is for both the production and release it is rather thick so that the pressure doesn’t hurt him.

The other two are of equal size and considered secondary, they are about 10-15cm

They are for making sure that the sperm stays inside or preventing sperm from going into the receiving party.

As a contraceptive, they fold over the center organ vertically/diagonally to prevent the release of sperm so that he can pull out without any risk.

As a conceptive I don’t think it’s a real word, but i hope it makes sense they will wrap themselves around the center completely horizontally, so he can’t pull out without hurting himself.

They’re all internal until he’s aroused. This is mainly because of the center being so sensitive, any sort of blow to the crotch would ruin his reproductive system.

Female Anatomy?!? ~ Evolutionary

Yup! EJ has partial female anatomy.

I’m gonna go into more of this later, but all Rose Demons have mixed sexes and reproduce homosexually or asexually, depending on the “subspecies” of the demon.

For EJ the slit his penises hide in can shift and change, depending on who he is sleeping with.

So, he can use his slit as a vagina-equivalent!

Pregnancy XD ~ Evolutionary

Rose Demons in general are born REALLY small like 20-30cm at most and this is after being alive for a few days!

When they pop out, they’re only 15-20cm.

If EJ were to get pregnant (which won’t ever happen cuz Liu isn’t a Rose Demon, so it won’t work) the baby actually grows in the space of his penises.

They just are pulled to little pouches that are made to hold them when/if he is pregnant.

And there is no pain in birth for male Rose Demons. Their kid just slip out.

They can only have one kid at a time.

Mating Behavior ~ Evolutionary

Rose Demons have a “hierarchy” of who they can have sex with and who dominates who. Crimson Rose Demons (Male form of Red Rose- what Eashar is) are considered the 3rd rank. Only Nightshade (Male Black Rose) and Violet (Male Purple Rose - Selcra) Demons are able to dominate/impregnate him.

I’ve had this draft here for idek how long- I need to call it here-

[askticcitobyshit]

Jack has no sense of personal space, especially with love interests close friends

[switchkick]

NO SOMETIMES OR MAYBE FULL SEND

reblog for sample size

[creepycatboyz]

I really care about these two.. ough...

[mace-waz-here]

The pain of having interests, common or uncommon, and desperately wanting to talk about them with someone, but having this deep rooted shame and guilt almost of talking about them with anyone, even if they show direct interest in hearing me talk. Even if we share the interest I just can’t without feeling horrible.

[fleshdeliveryboy]

Canon this, canon that. Canon is irrelevant. Jeff the killer was a young schizophrenic boy with religious trauma and awful parents and was practically raised by his older brother bc of it until The Incident. And he's southern. And gay.