#cw lime

[ao3-crack]

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[yandere--stuck]

i know you didn't respond to my previous ask with ideas yet (and i wanna say pls no pressure!! i'm sure you must get a lot of asks!!) but man. especially after ur last post i was wondering if i could share some gore writing i wrote for bill? totally fine if not, have a nice day! (also, sorry he keeps possessing you </3 get well soon! :P) - that one anon who wrote zagreus gore a while ago

Just wanna say, first of all, so glad you're still around, anon!!! You're such a great writer and I'm still a huge fan of what you sent in to me! Hope you're doing well c:

And secondly 👀 Hopefully this will be a preview to a longer thing I plan to write

Warning for gore/suggestive stuff under the cut teehee :3

I can totally imagine Bill chaining the object of his affection down. On your knees, each wrist strapped in glowing blue metal cuffs above your head. All vulnerable and all for him.

Your flesh is so pretty and soft. He wants to drink you in completely. The only thing to ever dare grace his vision. But, what he's really interested in is what lies underneath.

The human body is hilarious! You know, if you really wanted to protect yourself from danger, your kind should have evolved some sort of exoskeleton to protect such a vulnerable spot from attacks. Oh, well! All the easier for him to slash into.

His eye crinkles with delight as you writhe against your restraints in agony. Tears pool from your eyes and screams rip from your throat. You make such beautiful noises for him, this has to be in his top five favorites!

He just watches for a while. Watches the blood pool out of your stomach, stares into the inside of your stomach. His hands itch. All those squishy little organs to play with…

You hang your head, breath coming out in stutters. Drool drips from your mouth, mind too fogged with pain to care.

Bill laughs when you flinch away from him, your eyes suddenly wide as the demon move closer. You thrash in a feeble attempt to get away, body taught and mind in a frenzied panic as he reaches in-

Bill coos at you when your entire body locks up. Your mouth wide open in a frozen scream as he plunges his hands inside your guts. He digs around, grasping and rubbing your inside for what he's looking for…

Aha!

He grips your intestines and pulls, your insides quickly becoming your outsides. You should be dead. You'd rather be dead than in such agony, but you know he'd never ever let you.

With reverence, Bill strokes and rubs and caresses your intestines, taking in the sounds of your suffering with glee. One day, you'll get used to the pain. And then, after that, he knows you'll start to like it. He can't wait for the day that you ask him to do this to you, for you to beg him for it. He can't wait for you to understand that this is how he shows his love.

Slowly, he lifts an intestinal rope to his eye. He forms his eyelids into lips to press a gentle kiss to it. From within his eye, a monstrous tongue comes put to lap at the blood that had been smeared onto his lids.

“Told you I loved you from the inside-out," he quipped. 

[aetherprism]

preparing for the final battle

[salpho]

The sprunks or something other

[fyodior]

I love puppyzai/ inumimi dazai

like he would so wear a collar and sit in your lap. he loves having his sternum (the chest area) or stomach rubbed

he is such a bottom. he'll ride anything, really. not to forget licking/ sucking anything. or be absolutely railed <3

his tail wags and he definitely pants. he whimpers and mewls. no doubt about either if those. he will literally huff and pant.

yeah his heats absolutely suck. yeah he's annoying. we know this.

he can't keep his hands to himself for the life of him. literally constantly holding onto you. clinging to you. or shoving his face in your thighs.

yes he also sucks boobs. he does this regardless of what he is. what can I say.

pull on his collar and he's on his knees already. make sure to give praise!! praise makes him weak and harder.

he's probably barked during sex too. of course he has.

he's so fascinated by toys. he finds them interesting. he had no idea what they were at first, surprisingly. until you used one on him. then he was arched and yelling out. very whiny 10/10 use more.

praise has already been mentioned but let's mention it again. he needs praise. "good boy" and he's moaning louder. he will also gladly have his hair ruffled.

ride him and he's more obsessed. and very beautiful! his sounds are everything. and loud. but he also begs a lot.

-lime anon

YESSSS I LOVE THIS I LOVE PUPPY DAZAI

id get him the cutest little collar with his name and my phone number on it in case he tries to run away (he never would) its pink and he loves it. and he does love his belly rubbed sooooo much. he’s so annoying he’ll literally take your hand and place it on his tummy to try and get you to rub it, nuzzling you too. you always have to give in!! he whines and sighs happily when you do <3

dazai absolutely barks and wags his tail!! he gets so excited sometimes, especially when you’re around, he can’t help it. he’s on his knees howling and swishing his tail when you walk through the door back home from work because he’s so excited and happy you’re back!!

his heats are MISERABLE. for you both. he’s fucking insatiable, needing more more more always - it’s never enough. he needs his hole filled. he’s yowling and mewing and crying whenever there isn’t anything inside him, and this lasts for days and days. this is also when he’ll ride anything and everything (namely and preferably you) but he also humps pillows for some relief. even when he’s not in heat, you’ll catch him humping the couch, his toys, blankets. anything. his heat is also when you’ll use lots of other toys on him (ofc the strap if you have female anatomy) but also vibrators to stimulate his cock when you’re too tired, and buttplugs to keep him full while you need a break.

and yes, puppy dazai is SO fucking handsy, always. he always needs to be touching you in some way. he’s constantly rubbing up against you, grabbing your hand just to hold or to press against him when he wants rubs. clinging to you like a damn koala. sometimes he just starts humping you too. you can’t escape him.

puppy dazai LIIIIVES off praise. he’ll actually wither away and die if you don’t call him a good boy or good puppy at LEAST once a day. preferably multiple times. he needs to hear how good he is, how obedient and cute and smart and adorable he is. he’s desperate.

and of COURSE HE LOVES TO SUCK!!!! MAYBE EVEN MORE SO!!!! he loves loves LOVES curling up in your lap and sucking your tits, massaging the other one like a damn cat. it’s so so comforting for him, he never feels safer or at ease than when he’s sucking/nursing. he’s literally insatiable too, he never stops on his own, you always have to push him off when your nipples get too sensitive or you have to pee or something.

I LOOOOOOVEEEEE PUPPYZAI

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is: "Who Knows" by Lime feat. Kasane Teto! (cw: blood, violence)

(Requested by anonymous. Thank you!)

[nalle]

[donutsquishy]

31 days of agere stimboards day 3: your favorite color!

🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩 / 🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩 / 🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩 🍋‍🟩

divider

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Trying to come up with safewords Rafe would use cause he’d absolutely think the traffic-light system is stupid lol

[jupiterjames]

The best boy has left our world today. Thank you for being with me through everything, Squall. I hope your next life is incredible.

April 4, 2004 - February 7, 2024

[herebecritters]

Rip, rip woodchip,

Turn it into paper

Throw it in the bin,

No news today

Nightmare, dreaming,

Can’t you hear the screaming?

Chainsaw, eyesore, more decay!

Hopps belongs to @ickyguts ;D

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[death-limes]

yeah i no longer feel bad for hating on v*vziep*p [X]

the part where she invalidates an agender person, says theyre a “privileged white girl who just decided to be trans,” and “if theyre so feminist then why cant they just be proud of being female” (yea cuz as we all know afab trans ppl are just ashamed of being women, terf rhetoric whats that???) was enough to lose me. idc if there are trans characters in h*lluva, thats a transphobe right there

but jesus there’s so much more in this thread. and i know some ppl may be like “lol we been knew” but i’m scared of seeking out drama bc i get miserably hyperfixated on it, so the only way i was able to see this was that someone else found it in the wild & linked it to me

as for h*zbin and h*lluva, they’re both such big projects now that they’re the joint effort of several people, plus her shitty opinions don’t shine through (yet lol), so “separate the art from the artist” is feasible in this instance, i think. hell i dont even like the shows THAT much, mostly just the potential they have, and the characters unto themselves

“separate” as in confiscate, btw. call me CPS baby, Character Protective Services. I’m kidnapping Alastor

[divine0]

i cant see me lovin nobody but you…

[fyodior]

tee hee dazai fluff

adopting a kid with him because you both found the kid on the streets of an aftermath with the PM and Guild. he's like "oda would do this" and immediately took the child in his arms. the kid's parents were nowhere to be seen.

you didn't think dazai would ever do that. but now you have a kid to take care of with dazai. dazai is very worried about taking care of a kid because, isn't he a bad person? the kid is almost one year old and just babbles a lot.

the kid absolutely loves being near dazai, to his surprise. he'll pick up the kid and immediately be greeted with babbles and giggles.

they crawl to him a lot. even when the kid is eating small foods, they see him walk in and start doing grabby hands. dazai just grins and picks up the kid.

they're so cute together,, dazai's just grinning and playing with the kid as they giggle. you've never seen dazai smile so much.

the kid's first words were obviously "dada" and dazai was ecstatic. he constantly bragged about it to you. telling you he's the favorite as he holds the kid.

at night you'll see the tv on, random things playing as dazai sleeps with the kid resting on his chest. you pick them up and set them to bed, before waking up dazai and bringing him to bed too.

yeah dazai is definitely the favorite..

-lime anon

AUHHHHHHHH OMGOMGOMGOMG

dazai so would be the fav :((( he never thought he could be a dad, can barely even take care of himself, but something inside of him is telling him that taking in this kid is what he Needs to do. and with you by his side, he knows he can do anything

im fr crying at thinking abt him holding and caring for a little baby. watching him being so confused at how to change a diaper and gently stepping in to show him how its done hehe

the ultimate soother for the kid whenever they’re crying is literally just dazai. if the baby is crying just put them in dazai’s arms and 9 times out of 10 they quit. there’s just something about their daddy that is so calming to them and makes everything feel ok <3 (you feel the same)

and i want to explode thinking abt the kid and dazai napping together thats so sweet id literally start sobbing and take a million pics. and i wouldn’t even be mad if their first word was dada i totally understand <3 I NEED TO HAVE A BABY WITH DAZAI

[deadboystims]

elias bouchard with lots of shiny stims for anon, art credit linked in sources below!

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