#demons mention tw

[moonglowmuses]

annie felt badly when she emotionally slipped in public. at times, though, her demons got the best of her. that day, when her anxiety picked up, she needed to retire to a park bench, out of people's faces. there was one kind person who elected to check on her, though. people in london were far kinder than many of the people whom she'd known in her previous time and place. "thank you. you did not have to stop to check on me," she told the stranger. "it looked like you were busy on your way somewhere. i... i don't mean to HOLD YOU UP."

@ofthecosmos

[demongemz]

welcome to london, JUDY WARREN! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like DIANA SILVERS? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as a/an COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from THE CONJURING and have a tendency to be COURAGEOUS as well as SUPERSTITIOUS.

DEMOGRAPHICS

Name: Judy Warren Relatives: Ed Warren(Father); Lorraine Warren(Mother) Occupation: College Student Birthday: January 11 Age: 22 Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Moral Alignment: Lawful Good Memory Status: Intact

BACKGROUND

Trigger Warning: Possession, Demons Judy was born to Ed and Lorraine Warren. They loved her dearly, and Judy adored them back. She was raised in a Christian household and developed a strong sense of faith from an early age, though she was instructed never to go into the occult museum where her parents imprisoned supernatural artifacts. In 1971, Judy got a pair of necklace lockets for her and her mother, with hers having a picture of her parents and Lorraine's having a picture of Judy in it. During the infamous investigation into the Perron home, Lorraine lost the locket while fleeing from the malevolent ghost Bathsheba Sherman. Now knowing of Judy's existence, Bathsheba traveled to the Warren house to attack her, freeing the demonically possessed doll Annabelle. However, Lorraine had a vision of Judy, and she and Ed managed to get home just in time to save Judy from being struck by a flying chair. Ed and Lorraine returned to the Perron house, where they defeated Bathsheba. Not long after, Judy began to notice that she was beginning to show signs of psychic abilities, similar to those of her mother, and began seeing a ghostly priest wandering around her school. Her reserved nature and word of her parents' occupations caused her to be bullied in school, though her friend/babysitter Mary Ellen stood up for her. One day, Ed and Lorraine had to travel out of town just before Judy's birthday, leaving Judy under Mary Ellen and her friend Daniela Rios' care. Judy was given a pair of rollerblades as a gift and went out with Mary Ellen to try them. While they were gone, Daniela snuck into the occult museum and touched several items, as well as letting Annabelle out of her case. Afterward, the girls began to experience strange supernatural happenings in the house, including Judy being attacked by a ghostly bride. They investigate the Warrens' case files, though Judy suggests they leave the disturbing reports alone. That night, all three girls were attacked by ghostly and demonic spirits, and Judy must help her friends survive the night. During the chaos, Judy sees the ghostly priest from her school lead her to safety. Judy and Mary Ellen realize they must find and lock the doll back up to stop the spirits and manage to get past The Ferryman and obtain the doll. Daniela is possessed by the bride, but Judy saves her by playing a video of her father performing an exorcism. Judy tries to get Annabelle back to her case but is attacked by the demon, who begins to steal her soul. Judy fights back with a crucifix and manages to get the doll back in the case, but is unable to close it as the Bride, Ferryman, Samurai, and Annabelle demon close in. Suddenly, a freed Daniela rushes in and helps close the case, sealing away the demon and cutting the power from the other monsters. After Ed and Lorraine return, all is set right. Mary Ellen and Daniela bring people to her birthday party, and Judy feels accepted. Many years later in 1977, Judy has grown into a teenager. She designs bead jewelry with her mother, but then hears a noise and goes to investigate. She is frozen in fear when she and Lorraine see the demon nun Valak standing at the end of the hall. Lorraine pursues it and is attacked, only to realize that the attack was a dream. Judy wakes her mother up, saving her from the nightmare.

[daydrcamings]

@xtinyslip - say something more positive!

beth let out an uneasy laugh. "kinda hard to be positive when you've seen your sister and two of her kids getting possessed by a demon and attempting to kill you and her other kid." she pointed out, shaking her head. she doubted the other would even believe what she had said. she sniffled a little. "but yeah, i guess it's not too good to keep looking back on the bad right? gotta focus on the present and future or whatever. just... kinda hard."

[jingyuanswallet]

bro. can people stop with the inc3st/r@pe reader x character fan fictions? you guys are genuinely gross. I don't want to know your damn intrusive thoughts 💀 "its so gross irl" then why write it?? are you stupid? if you think its gross then why do you write it down..i have blocked SO MANY people because they add something stupid shit like "dad!jing yuan x daughter reader" and its fuckin r@pe too. kys bro. you're psycho and insane. she ALSO makes those fan fictions to satisfy those same feelings for her blood relative brother. IRL!!! so its NOT just purely fiction either.

[elsa-fogen]

I could eat you for breakfast | Breakfast AU (Part 1)

Do you though?

You really shouldn't say such thing in front of 2 real unhinged cannibals...

|1| (you're here) - |2| - |3| - |4| - |5| - |6| - |7|

Just for you to know, none of the next parts have real gore in them

Bonus

The boys got a present from their kind neighbor Radio Demon ☺☺☺

UPD: I wanted to show somehow that Alastor also holds her soul, but forgor HEUUUUUGH

AU Masterpost

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Continuation to This Post :]

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It was always so strange to hear adults argue.

Grown up fights never seemed quite the same as the trivial spats her and Dipper sometimes had. They were similar in some aspects, yes; Adults and children weren't as different as people liked to think. Mabel had seen adults verbally lash at one another with vicious words just as low hanging and petty as the ones she'd sometimes see kids the same age as her use. Adults arguing was essentially just a louder, angrier version of children fights.

And yet, there was somehow... more to it. Grown up arguments always seemed to weigh so much heavier in the air, and for so much longer than she'd ever thought possible.

Sometimes, the weight would leave quick and early, practically gone by the next morning. However, occasionally, the weight would stay; and grow heavier, and heavier over the years. Until it came to a point when the weight was nothing but a choking, stifling presence that seemed to fill every room in the house and buzz deafeningly in your ears like an unpleasant static that made your head pound.

Then, one day, the pressure would burst with a loud yell, a slam, and a bang, and start building up all over again. It was a cycle Mabel was much familiar with.

Her Grunkle Ford's "Mystery Shack" didn't have that air.

The shack's air smelled like burnt out candles and cheap discount Halloween fake blood, with a hint of real blood underneath the stinging scent of old wood and aged parchment. It wasn't necessarily a very nice air, certainly not in any way the fresh, crisp, clean air of the streets of Piedmont, but it smelled more like home than she'd ever felt back in California. It just smelled like... Grunkle Ford.

She liked her Grunkle Ford. He was super weird; with an even weirder Uncle as his roommate. He checked her and Dipper's arms and legs every morning "just in case someone broke in at night to steal a sample of their bloods"; he despised overly sweet foods (baffling, truly); and he had exactly 27 locks installed on the front and back door respectively that he could unlock all in under a minute with his really fast extra fingers. He reminded her a little of Dipper on some occasions, no matter how much the latter liked to deny the similarities (although, bar the demonic obssession).

However, last night, the air suddenly grew heavy.

Grunkle Ford had a fight.

Mabel hadn't heard it, and she hadn't seen it, but she knew there had been one. She was an expert recognizing the signs; she could always tell.

When she had awoken that late morning, the stuffy summer air had taken an even more sour note than usual, and had become a touch heavier than it should have been. Either that meant Grunkle Ford had just recently finished up a ritual, or a particularly rowdy argument had taken place; and Mabel knew that Grunkle Ford only performed his rituals between 2 to 4 AM, when he thought the twins were well asleep.

It was strange, to feel that same heavy air push down upon her temples and pound that same painful rhythm of a mounting headache as it used to do so often back when Mabel was in California. It had already happened a few times at the shack, but this one felt... heavier, than usual. She didn't think she would have to encounter the discomforting weight again this summer, away from her parents. Yet here she was. Aching.

She knew Gunkle Ford and Uncle Bill fought and bantered. With Bill being a permanent resident trapped within her Grunkle's mind, she couldn't imagine how they wouldn't. She didn't think even she could keep her cool if she had Uncle Bill as her brain roommate 24/7.

In any case, their interactions in front of the twins were mostly a mixture of exasperated resignation, or irritated tolerance, mostly from Grunkle Ford. Their occasional volleying exchanges of vitriol doused insults and words were short lived, and brief most of the time, especially when in front of the kids. They were nothing like the long, loud ones that could go on for hours back at her house in Piedmont.

Even so, there were some times when Mabel would see Grunkle Ford late in the evening, red faced and tight fisted, stomping down to the basement and disappearing into his lab there with a deafening slam of the rickety wooden door. She recognized that slam. He didn't want the twins to hear the argument.

Even if they could hear anything, what little they could glean always seemed to be only side of the argument, with Grunkle Ford yelling curses at Uncle Bill inside his head. She always did wonder what happened inside Grunkle Ford's head. Although, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer. She couldn't imagine the state of the mind of someone who sometimes forgot to eat or sleep for almost a full week until someone reminded him.

The entire day passed with that same, tense air choking the atmosphere. Dipper had dragged Mabel and himself to some adventure in the forest, but it seemed to her that he was just trying to find excuses to stay out of the shack for the time being. Even he seemed to feel the unnerving heaviness of the air.

That night, underneath her sheets, Mabel pulled out the worn and well used wooden art mannequins Dipper and Grunkle Ford seemed to keen on using to summon Bill rather than their own shadows. With her trusty golden glitter pen (that she knew Uncle Bill loved despite what he claimed), she gently drew a closed eye upon the blank wooden face of the little model.

The eye opened, and she spoke:

[selineram3421]

*sleepy*

Courting Pursuit

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ gender neutral (gn) reader, mule deer reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, stalking-Vox, cussing, implied/suggestive, italics=thoughts, ha..watch out for the end ⚠

You continued to act affectionate towards him.

Even the others noticed and most of them would often ask you to do their work if it was related to him.

Niffty doesn't care and does her work as usual.

The thing is, you don't mind one bit and take up the work.

"Hola Alastor.", you'd greet him every time.

Today you were helping someone else, Husk to be exact, putting away some bottles in storage.

And then he heard that obnoxious voice of the sad excuse of an entertainment performer through his radio next to the television shop, Vox.

"Top of the hour! Today I have a special little treat for you, though the image is sadly glitched out, you can still see what is going on in the photo.", he says. "It's the Radio Demon, receiving an affectionate peck on the forehead from another deer!"

What a creeper. Alastor rolled his eyes and waited for the perfect moment to jump in and make the flat headed piece of tech look like a complete fool.

"From the looks of things, Alastor has a fuck buddy.", the TV demon grinned. "Wouldn't be surprised if he was taking it from behind.", he laughed and continued to rant on about innuendos like an idiot.

Turning a few knobs and flipping some switches, the Radio Demon was live.

"Salutations!", he greeted his listeners. "What an interesting start to the day! An overly cocky man acting like a news anchor when he doesn't have all the facts!", his smile widens. "For a demon asking his viewers to trust him, it's quite bold that he so blatantly lies to their faces."

"That's bullshit! I only provide the best-"

"Vox is so insecure and craving for attention from a powerful Overlord like myself, it's obvious that he's jealous.", Alastor laughed.

"Am fucking not you old timey prick-!"

"Why would he make such an announcement if not for that? Its clear to me that he wants someone to focus on him all the time.", he chuckles. "No wonder he always something new on his screens. But they lack so much that he has to resort to childish news broadcasts to seem important."

"Childish!?"

"As for the demon in the photo, that is a hotel guest and they do not understand English that much. There was a misunderstanding in translation and well..I'm not allowed to kill hotel guests.", then his voice switches. "This does not mean that I will let such an action pass, I will do something mμc# ￦θrs€ than death."

"You lying piece of shit! Tell me them the truth!"

"I should announce that the Hazbin Hotel has its doors open for all sinners who want a shot at redemption! Try to climb your way out of this fiery inferno, some might try to drag you back down, or you'll have trouble all on your own trying to redeem yourself! Anything is possible!", he put in his two bits for advertising the hotel. "And with that my wonderful listeners, I shall bid you all adieu~"

He switched on some jazz, not wanting to hear anymore of Vox's whining.

Something still irked him however..

Perhaps I should pay Rosie another visit. He thought. This time without them knowing.

As soon as he walked through the door of the emporium, his friend waved him over and pointed to her office, letting him know that she'd be there soon.

Once entering the office, he sighed and sat on the couch, already tired of what else would happen later in the day. He didn't want any other unnecessary conversations.

Rosie entered the office not too long after, setting her hat aside as she closed the door.

"You won't believe the gossip I've stumbled across today. Betty, the one with the pooch, not the one with the scar. She-", the woman started but then took notice of his mood. "What's wrong? You look worn out already."

"I don't know what to do with them. Vox, that piece of shit tech, has already made comments but I already put him in his place.", he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"I heard.", Rosie let out a short laugh.

"The deer is still doing things, not as bold as the first time but I don't want them near me. It's-", he growled and made a choking motion with his hands.

"If it's bothering you that much, you know you can tell them to stop.", she says.

He looks up at her with a wide eyed stare.

She dead pans.

"Alastor. You know you can tell them to stop. Right?"

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind.", he simply says.

"Oh for crying out loud-!", she tosses a pillow at him. "You are unbelievable! Go and speak your mind! You've never had a problem with it before!"

She was right. Why had he been so bothered about something like this?

He should have spoken up about it from the start.

It was late when he returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty and he could only assume that everyone had long been asleep. Walking to the dining room, he spots the kitchen light on.

Angel is probably making an abomination of a hangover cure- He thought and opened the door, only to find the mule deer leaning against the counter half asleep.

You perk up when noticing him.

"Bienvenido. Hice la cena y te guardé un plato.", you wave and smile. (Welcome back. I made dinner and saved you a plate.)

"What are you doing up at this hour? Granted, it is Hell and there are barely any rules around here, sleep is still important.", he says as you pick up a plate covered with tin foil.

Taking off the foil, you give him a plate of food.

Your fingers brush against his, making him flinch back and drop the plate, causing it to shatter on the floor with a loud crash.

Instead of focusing on the mess, you looked at him with worry.

"¿Estás bien? No estás herido, ¿verdad-?", you reach out to him but he smacks your hand away. (Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you-?)

"Don't touch me.", he hisses out. "I am not comfortable with your advances, so I advise you to stop NOW before I tear you apart and make you into tomorrow's dinner."

With that you took a step back.

"No quería incomodarte. Me detendré. Perdóname por no tener en cuenta tus sentimientos.", you muttered and looked away. (I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I will stop. Forgive me for not taking your feelings into account.)

Alastor didn't bother trying to translate your response in his head, just walking around you and to the door.

"Lo siento.." (I'm sorry..)

He heard you whisper as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

With a sigh, you kneeled down and began to clean the mess.

Sad times means cookies.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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[minxinq]

[ OC ] gaia

a demon adept in mimicry who escaped from hell and slaughtered a magical girl. she wears her skin and uses dark magic to preserve the image of her host in order to trick unsuspecting victims.

age: 70000

mimic form: 5’1

true form: 12’0 (including horns)

species: mimic demon

sexuality: aroace lesbian

in her mimic form, she uses a variety of weapons to dispose of innocents she doesn’t deem “worthy” to inhabit. her favourite is the chainsaw due to its messy tendencies. being stuck in hell for hundreds of centuries and only now escaping to the surface, she is fascinated with man-made weaponry, and finds it satisfying to kill humans with their own creations.

in her true form, she has sharp misshapen teeth, sunken eyes, long thin hair, sharp horns and claws. she is not made to be comprehended by humans, so to mortals, her body is a thin, constantly altering and pulsing mass of black vines. this is used to disorient victims.

gaia’s mimicry can be identified by the blurry/muddied, almost glassy eyes of her hosts. she has yet to find a way to disguise eyes properly. this detail is almost unnoticeable to mortals, however to other demons and hunters from hell like lynne, its very easy to spot.

as gaia is a runaway sinner, she is actively being hunted by lynne. however, despite lynne’s orders, she seems to have formed a strange bond with gaia. whether it is genuine or simply a form of deceit to lure in and dispose of the mimic is unknown.

[ninjasmudge]

that bull clone just lives like that now

[moonglowmuses]

"i get it.  you’re in a rough spot." ( pax & kana )

early that morning, before light broke the sky, pax had woken up, quite literally, screaming. it took him several minutes to recognize that he was not under attack. that no one had infiltrated his house in order to murder him. it took him a moment to recognize that kana woke up beside him, instantly trying to comfort him and to pull him from the clutches of his nightmare. "god... you're a SAINT, kan," pax insisted as he recovered. his chest was covered in sweat and he felt faint. like he might pass out and let his troubles win. "yeah, i... i am. i'm sorry, kan. i'm so sorry. i know that loving me must be hard sometimes. you don't deserve to deal with all of my shit. i'm just... trying to survive the demons that we BOTH dealt with." it felt damn near impossible. but being with kana made life more TOLERABLE.

@fcrafcrtnight

[demongemz]

Will was grateful Ellie had more people looking out for her here, she was a wonderful person who he’d been so lucky to have someone as pure and sweet as her in his life. “I hope so as well, she deserves to have them back after how much they all suffered back home” he mused sadly he wanted her to be happy and to have her children returned to her, after all, isn’t that what he wanted with Abigail, how deeply he’d missed her and he’d never even gotten the chance to fully adopt her. “I used to think about the things we could do once things settled down but…I never got that chance…Actually yes…I’ve stumbled upon her here but she doesn’t remember me…That’s even harder” he replied in a hushed voice she didn’t remember the pain of being back home and well he was grateful for that, Hannibal had ruined them both….had torn then parted so violently due to the fact he hated whenever Will paid more attention to someone else outside of him. “That’s very interesting. I wouldn't have expected that answer but I rather love that. Do you have a favorite period in history?” he questioned before nodding his head “That would be lovely, It’s been a while since I’ve had time to spend working on the things I love.” he replied before chuckling softly “I’m enjoying your company as well Aziraphale, I’m very glad we could get this time together.” @daydrcamings

zira nodded with a sad smile. "she most certainly does. i only hope that this place will eventually reunite her with her dear children. i know she misses them a lot. obviously." aziraphale had kept an ear out for any mention of their names but as of right now? there was no information. "oh goodness... i-i am so sorry to hear about your loss, william. i... i unfortunately have no children of my own but i can certainly imagine the heartache losing ellie would cause me. do you... know if your daughter has arrived here?" zira questioned, eyes soft as he looked at will. "oh that is indeed a difficult question to answer! i adore most books but if i had to choose? anything historical always catches my interest." although the angel had witnessed it first hand, reading about it always intrigued him. "oh, i'm almost certain i have books on boat repair, perhaps we could return to my shop after our meal?" the angel suggested with a grin. "well, how can i say no to such a thing? i already enjoy your company." @demongemz

[vox-news]

“ATTENTION ALL VRCHAT USERS!!”

“THERE IS A PEDOPHILE BY THE ((current)) USERNAME: SPICYLUCIFER69”

((I got the screenshot from a video, he was never my friend))

“JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT A HAZBIN HOTEL USER, DOESN’T MEAN YOUR SAFE!!”

“HE GOES AFTER EVERYONE!!”

“Please reblog to spread awareness.”

“That concludes this post, stay safe my viewers!”

[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

[elsa-fogen]

Why would you make something like this of Alastor and Rosie killing Velvette. This is such a sick minded thing to make. And the way that you drew it implied that Alastor and Rosie stripped her down?? what the actual fuck?? that is SO odd... I dont know, this entire comic is something that is just so off putting and I dont want to imagine what kind of things are going through your mind to make something like this. Poor Velvette. And why the fuck is valentino biting his lip seeing Velvette dead?? Overall this comic is so gross. Get a new hobby. Go touch some grass. Read a book. Do all that, but stay away from Velvette please. Biggie.

Oh no, i'm deeply senserely sorry! How could I even think of such a thing?!! I'm a monster, the most horrible creature on earth, and your words have opened my eyes! I'm now realising how horrible and fucked up of a person I am! All this time i lived in the darkness, pitch black pit of evil, but now I see the light and this light blinds me, burns me! I know now that me, such a disgusting offspring of the dark and unimaginable horror cannot live under the light of this world and therefore doesn't deserve it! I don't deserve to do art, i don't deserve to live! Thank you, moonyxshunsuke-forever, i have seen the light and now it's gone, and i can't live without it! Knowing that such light can never shine inside my corrupted and twisted soul! I should never draw again, delete my blog and kill myself! To stop the darkness of my soul poisoning this pure and perfect world! In 24 hours this blog will be deleted and you'll never see or hear from me ever again!

✨✨✨S A R C A S M ✨✨✨

yeah nno buddy, that doesn't work this way. I draw what i want and i'm not gonna stop because some sensitive vanilla flower didn't like it. It's fictional characters, dude, I do what i want with them and i don't care if it's immoral. Novody's harmed in real life. Block the tag of the AU if you don't like it, block me if you hate my art in general and fucking move on

And fair warning, if you or anyone else keep sending me shit like this, i'll find more creative and horrible ways to torture your precious little Velvette, just to spite yall.

Masterpost of the most twisted and gross AU on Tumblr

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Prank and Chase (Demon Slayer)

Heyo! Happy Tickletober everyone! This is a bit of a fic trade with the amazing @gladdygirl18! Since she's offered me a day for this month, I wanted to do the same; thus bringing you this fic! :D It's inspired by the famous TenRen chase video! I hope you like it, friend! :D

CW: Swearing, food mention

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Tengen couldn’t hear any of the words Sanemi or Obanai were saying. He didn’t care any longer.

All that mattered was the figure walking by in the distance.

“And I-WHOA!” Sanemi shouted in surprise when Tengen bolted, a flash of muscle that left no mess behind. The two hashira looked at each other with amused glances, gathering back up their snacks.

“Look at that.” Obanai gestured. “Dinner and a show.”

~~~

Rengoku hummed to himself a happy tune as he crossed the paths leading from the Master’s home. He had just finished up reporting- now it was time for something tasty and perhaps even a bath. Maybe he’d invite Tengen to the hot springs-

Something zoomed by, sending his Haori flying. His hearing might be damaged, but his sense of smell was stronger than ever. He’d recognized that cologne anywhere.

Tengen really needed to wear less.

“Tengen, my good-” Rengoku blinked, finding air. The smell remained, and now he could hear the faintest of giggles. He smiled, turning around to find-

“Tengen?” No one. Oh. He understood now. He laughed as he put his breathing technique to use, rapidly twisting and ducking to find him. Tengen evaded him like a ghost, his chuckles growing at each dodge. Rengoku paused for half a second.

“Gotcha- who!” Tengen yelped when Rengoku ducked beneath his legs, grabbing his waist from behind.

“Surprise-” But he was gone again! Rengoku twisted around before Tengen could get him, running in circles with the former-shinobi on his heels. “Come here, Kyojuro!”

“Never!” Rengoku laughed, leaping and ducking at each grab attempt. Suddenly, Tengen stumbled, taking a knee and holding his leg. “U-Uzui?”

“Oh! Oh my leg! My leg…” He groaned, the humor in his voice gone as he doubled over it. Rengoku was by his side immediately.

“Tengen, hang-” Suddenly he was on his back, the shinobi grinning down at him. “You tricked me!”

“A ninja uses every technique in the book, Kyo. Now…take THIS!” He cried, grabbing onto Rengoku’s sides. He squeezed rapidly, wiggling his fingers into the soft parts.

“AH!” The blonde barked out a yelp before dissolving into giggles, squirming beneath his friend as he laughed. “Nohohohoohohoho! Tehehehehngehhehehehn! Aheahahahhahaha- it tihihihihickles!”

“No, does it? I never would have guessed!”

In the distance, Sanemi and Obanai carried on eating their snacks, entertained by the sight.

“Get his hips, Uzui! That’ll make him scream!” Sanemi called out.

“No, drag it out first. Really make him suffer!” Obanai called after him. Sanemi raised a brow.

“Calm down, snake eyes- it’s tickling, not torture.”

“What’s the difference?” Obanai asked. Sanemi raised his Ohaji to that.

Then proceeded to drop it when Rengoku let out a loud scream.

“TEHEHEHHENGEHEHEHHEN PLEHAHAHAHHAHSE!” Rengoku cried as his hips were ruthlessly drilled into, Tengen’s boisterous laughter mixing with his own as he thrash and twisted in place.

“Does it tickle? Does it? Does it?” Tengen taunted in delight, relishing Rengoku’s peals of laughter. “I could do this all day- that’s how adorable you sound, Kyojuro~”

Rengoku’s hands shot up and grabbed his uniform, the veins bulging within. Tengen paused with a small “Uh oh-” before he was flipped, a mass of flash flying overhead like a ragdoll. Within a matter of seconds, he was struggling to get up from a nearby bush.

Sanemi cackled, clapping his hands at the sight while Obanai choked on his drink, snorting behind his mask. “Did you see the way he flew! Like a bird!” Sanemi wheezed.

“A big obnoxious one too.” Obanai scrunched his eyes with mirth, head tilting curiously when Tengen frantically stood up, slapping at himself. “What, you think he disturbed an ant hill?”

Suddenly, Rengoku was running, grabbing Tengen’s hand and fleeing the scene. It was only then they heard the buzzing.

“Shut the door, shut the door, shut the fucking door!” Sanemi yelled as Obanai ran for the handle, Tengen and Rengoku closing in at rapid succession.

“Don’t come over here, you son of a- AHH!”

~~~

“It’s amazing really; how you four can find the one wasp nest in the area.” Shinobu sighed as she looked at them; stung and pouting. “You’re lucky none of you are allergic.”

“Blame the human torch overthere; he’s the one that pissed it off.” Obanai grouched, scratching at the welts forming on his neck. Sanemi grumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, wincing when he touched the nasty sting on his hand.

“Worth it?” Tengen asked Rengoku, raising his brows despite the welts.

“Worth it.” Rengoku nodded, giggling. Before long, they were both laughing like kids, the overall ridiculousness of the situation spreading. Sanemi ducked his head to hide his grin while Obanai covered his face with both hands.

Shinobu shook her head with a small smile of her own as she grabbed the ointment. “Boys, I swear.”

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[bonkalore]

I have that Jayce had a band before he went missing that were together for a few years that he made with his older friend at the time named Odie.

Odie wasn't someone who knew about the magic world until he became a werewolf by an attack that happened in the span of the 5 years Jayce was missing unfortunately. Thankfully he found a good support group for the transition but it was all quite a shock to find out about it and also that Jayce was magic this whole time and now is ALSO a demon and ALIVE.

You can imagine they're surprise when they run into each other in their monster forms first and realize who the other is lol They get to catch up again at some point.