#its a weird... stuffed sheep?

[julianbuttercups628]

huh, what's that up ahead?

[lovetei]

Can you write Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them but with side characters please ?

I knew people would request for the side characters sooner or later, glad I can write them again :b

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Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them

Warnings:

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO:

You were just giving your normal report to Diavolo after you got in the student council

You showed up in an empty hall where his throne is placed in the middle of the other end of it

And he's there

Sitting while looking oh so high and mighty

And you're there

Insisting to fulfill your duties even though you're feeling weird ever since this morning

"Greetings, Lord Diavolo-" You're not even done saying your greetings but you already dropped on your knees

The pain caused by the unnatural feeling of burning inside your body taking over your senses

"MC!" He called out before he stood up from his throne and come down to help you up

"I'm sorry, Dia... I'm just not feeling well-" And then again, you got cut off

But this time, you're not feeling weak

You're feeling all better

You're glowing like some light bulb though

"What happened..." You asked not noticing the once familiar feeling of being on your human knees

"How..." Diavolo just uttered a word and yet you felt a chill down your spine

Your spine?

"How disgraceful..." His voice seemed to grew more deep and husky and when you looked up

You saw yourself naked in the reflection of his eyes

His eyes that are looking at you like you're some prey

Your mind is hazy and your eyes are blurry from all the tears that are streaming out of it "Hmm?~ Are you alright, Honey?" His sickeningly sweet voice asked as he thrusted his hips even harder.

You let out a gasp before your hands gripped the hands of the throne even tighter, trying to spot yourself from falling forward because of his harsh movement "S-Slow downn!~" You whined.

But instead of him following your desires like how it usually works you felt his hand wrap around your neck "But I'm already as slow as I can get..." He dissapointedly whined before he thrusted one more time, releasing his seed inside of you.

BARBATOS:

You have informed everyone that you're not feeling your best today

And Barbatos insisted that he take care of you

Even going as far as to ask for a leave, which he never did back then.

And now he's here spoon feeding you the soup he cooked himself

"I can eat by myself..." You insisted but he just slapped your hand away when you tried to grab the spoon off of his hand

"You're an important guest MC... You need to have energy." He replied to you before he proceed to feed you.

Wait a minute, he never told you what this 'soup' is.

"What do you mean I need energy..? For what?" You asked, confused, by his choice of words.

But he didn't answer you.

Instead he put the bowl of 'soup' aside and loosened his tie.

"It's finally starting huh?" His voice lacked the formality, the modesty.

What's starting?

The unusual heat rising in your stomach?

Or this transformation?

You've lost everything, he blindfolded you, he stuffed your mouth with his tie and your hands cuffed to his own hands while your feet is tied to the headboard putting you in a sinful position.

Saliva dripped out of your mouth as you orgasmed again "How many was that already?" He asked before his hands gripped your waist, making you completely defenseless.

"MHM!" You screamed through the gag as you felt his dick grow larger "You should- stop squeezing me so much." He demanded before his tail ripped the tie off your mouth.

String of saliva flow down the side of your lips as your body submitted to his "T-Thank ywu..!-" Is what you managed mutter before his tail forced its way down your throat.

SIMEON:

You're simply keeping him company as he wrote another chapter for his new book

Sitting on the sofa next to his desk as you scroll through the internet

"MC..." He suddenly called out catching your attention

"What's up?" You tried, putting your phone down.

"Have you ever thought about... You know... Getting your human form back." He suddenly commented

His stands still tapping the key board

"Well... Having this sheep body sure is hard but it's bearable." You answered

"If it's what keeps me alive in this place then do I really have the luxury to choose what my body will be?"

He was shocked by your answer

Shocked enough that he stood up from his seat and grabbed your jaw "Your body is the temple of God... Yous should know how to love it." He suddenly lectured

"How about I show you how?" And with that your whole body glowed bright

You grabbed the edge of the sink as he harshly pounded you from behind "F-FUck, wait..!" You moaned, asking him to slow down for just a bit.

But instead he covered your mouth with his hand and fucked you even harder, his cock achingly hard because of the sight of your saliva seeping through the gaps between his fingers.

“I love you-! S-So much!” Is all he can come up with as his hand moved to your hips and gripped them before his thrusts turned harder, much more erratic. If only his white wings weren't out you would've suspected him as a succubus in disguise.

SOLOMON:

Solomon has been giddy all day.

Always smiling at you whenever or wherever he saw you.

And based on experience, this man is up to something.

And your suspicion is confirmed when he dragged you into an empty hallway and asked you to meet him tonight in the purgatory hall.

But when you arrived in it

You thought no one was home since every light is off

And the lights in Solomon’s lab are the only light brightening the hall through the gaps of the door.

You knocked and he immediately opened the door as if expecting it.

He should be anyways

He let you in and introduced you to a potion, a dark pink one.

“And what does this do?” You ask as you swirl it.

He smirked, his hands behind “It would give you your human body back.”

Your now spread wide on his desk his cock fucking into you, his balls hitting your ass as your soft please and request to slow down fall on deaf ears “Hmm?~ Slow down? But I gave you such a good potion, bringin back this slutty body back to me.” His eyes darkened as you felt him throb inside of you causing you to moan again knowing his cum will be in you again.

“Don’t I deserve a reward for being so useful to y-you?!” He asked, his hips thrusting one last time before he shoot another load of cum in you causing you to orgasm for the third time this night, your eyes rolling back “Fucking hell, ever since I had you in the human world…” Not even long after and he’s already pounding you.

“You’ve been teasing me everyday.” His voice is deep, something you wouldn’t hear from Solomon on a normal day “I-I, NOT!” You tried to object as tears fall from your eyes while you shake your head “Oh, really?~” He teased definitely not falling for it “Lying is bad, little sheep.” With one swift movement he flipped you up, now your back facing his chest “I heard spanking works the best for liars.”

MEPHISTOPHELES:

Mephistopheles have not seen your human form

And he does “not want to.”

That’s what he tells himself everyday.

But his curiosity is way too great to ignore.

Especially how the brothers are constantly searching for answers and ways to bring your human form back

Just what's about you that can make them so desperate?

But luckily

As he is the son of the greatest clan in the Devildom

Their family has a hidden heirloom that can just be of help in this situation

But he won’t tell the brothers about this

And at least, he won’t tell Diavolo yet.

And now he invited you in his mansion

You’re sitting on his bed as he conduct the ritual

And you must expect… This is not how you expect the ritual to end

“Slutty fucking human.” His words are laced with venom as his cock pushed your limits, threatening to tear you apart and yet you’re here, ass up in the air as he tried to push his cock all the way in “I T-T-OLD YOU!” You screamed as tears continuously roll down the side of your face “IT REALLY WON’T FIT IN ME!~” You moaned, still feeling him pushing it deeper.

“Are humans really this sensitive or you’re just an exemption?” He smirked as he pushed another inch in almost knocking the consciousness out of you “Stop fucking squeezing my cock so hard..!” He commanded as a harsh spank landed on your ass making you sob even more “S-Shit… So sorry!” He smirked as he noticed how he’s starting to take a toll on you.

“I’m barely balls deep in you and yet you’re already this reactive?” He mocked you as a distraction before he slammed himself all the way in and holy shit, he tried to not cum on the spot because he knows he’ll really break you if he does but fuck, the way you moan his name is not helping at all “Does it feel good, baby?” His voice is deep and husky as he leaned closer to your ear before biting it.

RAPHAEL:

Oh poor MC

This place does not even let you live comfortably with your own human body

He started assisting you more after he found out that the sheep form is not your original form

And that you actually have a real human body

And then one day

You’re in the back of the library trying to get this book

Diavolo insisted that its safe

For him

But definitely not for you

Considering how the book is starting to attack you

He, of course, defended you with his spear

Not until the book exploded

And you started glowing

“Oh wow… You have your human body back.” His expression does not express it well but he’s glad for you.

He’s glad really.

What do you mean your body feels cold?

Ah… It’s alright.

He knows the best way to make it warm.

Your legs are around his waist, trying to pull him, push him deeper “Patience MC… You’ll start bleeding if I push it all the way in.” He reasoned, making you whine even more. He’s still expressionless but you’ve caught a glimpse of a smirk “Y-You’re just teasing me…” You argued as his hips pushed his cock further in you.

“D-Do you want me to stop?” He looked so shy… You thought you made him feel bad but you can’t help it, you buried your head on his neck and nodded and just when you’re about to reassure him a chuckle left his mouth before his hips harshly slammed in you, not even giving you time to adjust to his length.

A gasp left your mouth as you covered it up, remembering you’re still in the library “W-What’s wrong?!” His words sounded like a taunt as his hips assaulted yours like you two are some animals in heat “You want it like this right..?” His voice darkened even more.

THIRTEEN:

You and Thirteen have developed this habit of hanging out in her cave

It was actually clean

It’s nice, quiet and the temperature is nice.

Though, as the two of you hang out

“MC is your skin really that… Glowy?” She asked

You looked down at yourself and you saw that

Shit

You really is glowing

You looked back at her in horror and you saw how her eyes darkened

“This can’t be happening… I’m death!” She voiced out as she turned to look at your candle

It was bruning flamboyantly, nothing was wrong…

SO WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO YOU?!

She looked at the other candles threatening to blow them all off

If you don’t get to live

They can’t also-

“Thirteen…” You muttered, catching her attention.

She turned around with tears brimming on the bottom of her eyes

It immediately disappeared as soon as your naked form laid before her eyes though.

You whimpered softly as her tongue slithered inside your entrance “T-Thirteen… Give me a break..!” You mumbled as your fingers gripped the covers for its dear life and yet she just lifted her head up a little, a mixture of her saliva and your cum dripping from her mouth before she chuckled “You need to make it up to me… You made me worry and all ya know.”

Her lips started abusing your hole once again as her hands forced your legs open “So be a good little human and compensate me okay?” She managed to say between moans and slurps as she devoured you for the whole night.

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[kaaaaaaarf]

So I had quite a few people ask me about Remus' 💖💖🍆🥵Sirius Black🥵🍆💖💖 playlist from chapter two of The Killing Time (unwillingly mine), and you all know how much I love playlists, so....may I present a weird and horny playlist by Remus J Lupin:

My Body ft. Your Lips by The Beaches & Beach Weather

Ooh, I wanna be your bitch I wanna taste your spit I wanna be your bitch Leave a mark on my innocence My body featuring your lips, your lips

2. Young American by The Vaccines

Hold me in the grips of your jaw So you can show me what my mouth is for Suffocate me in between your thighs And take me swimming naked in your eyes [...] Heavy and aggressive, I'm your thug So easy and obsessive, I'm your drug I am yours, take me now

3. I Want To Be Your Only Pet by Bombay Bicycle Club

Oh I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet

4. Rock My Boy's Body by Joseph Stephens

People stop to ask me, "How do you please your man?" Take it from the black sheep baby, every way I can Sometimes it's with fire, and sometimes with ice Just don't get it twisted, this body's gonna pay the price Gonna rock my boy's body Gonna rock my boy's body tonight

5. Every Breath You Take by The Police

Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take? Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

6. Closer by Nine Inch Nails

I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God

7. Maps (Early Four Track Demo) by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Wait, they don't love you like I love you Wait, they don't love you like I love you Maps Wait, they don't love you like I love you

8. You're Mine by Phantogram

'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine No one's gonna love you No one's gonna touch you No ones gonna look at you the way that I do

9. Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow [...] As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

10. Cockroach by Miya Folick

Crush me under the weight Bitterness, jealousy, hate 'Cause I'm a fucking cockroach And you can't kill me I'm a fuckin' cockroach And you can't kill me Crush me, crush me Crush me, crush me (crush me) Crush me (crush me), crush me Crush me (crush me), crush me

11. Treat Me Like A Slut by Kim Petras

Ride it, slide it, bite it, get inside it Come on, touch my body I know that you like it, you can't hide it Come on, touch my body Harder, bigger, faster, longer, thicker Come on, touch my body I can see that you gettin' excited Come on, touch my body Treat me like a slut Little dirty bitch, I love to fuck

12. Make Me Feel by Janelle Monae

It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender An emotional, sexual bender Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better There's nothin' better That's just the way you make me feel That's just the way you make me feel So real, so good, so fuckin' real

13. Filthy/Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters

'Cause you're filthy (filthy) Ooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous) 'Cause you're filthy (filthy) Ooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous) You're disgusting Ooh, and you're nasty And you can grab me Ooh, 'cause you're nasty

14. Stuff Me Up by Peaches

I see you sitting, stuffing your face, why don't you stuff me up? Mmmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

15. Flower by Liz Phair

Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean I want to be your blow job queen You're probably shy and introspective That's not part of my objective I just want your fresh, young jimmy Jamming, slamming, ramming in me Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste I want to fuck you like a dog I'll take you home and make you like it Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of Is everything I'll do to you I'll fuck you till your dick is blue

16. ...Baby, One More Time by Britney Spears

Show me how you want it to be Tell me baby 'cause I need to know now, oh because My loneliness is killing me (and I) I must confess I still believe (still believe) When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time Hit me baby one more time

17. Wet Dream by Wet Leg

I was in your wet dream Driving in my car Saw you at the side of the road There's no one else around You're touching yourself, touching yourself Touching your, touching yourself Touching yourself

18. Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton

I don't mind spending some time just hanging here with you 'Cause I don't find too many guys that treat me like you do Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride But when I walk, they talk of suicide Some people never get beyond their stupid pride But you can see the real me inside, and I'm satisfied

19. What's Your Fantasy by Ludacris

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh, " you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [...] How ever you want it, lover-lover gon' tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if it ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what's they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

20. Taste by Lorna Vallings

If I could have just a moment of you Would I be wanting more? If I could have just a taste of you Would I be addicted? If I could have just a touch of you Could I tear myself away? I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me

21. Gimme More by Britney Spears

Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more) Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more) I just can't control myself Ooh (more) They want more? Well, I'll give them more Ow! (More)

22. Drive by Melissa Ferrick

Your mouth waters Stretched out on my bed Your fingers are trembling And your heart is heavy and red And your head is bent back And your back is arched My hand is under there Holding you up I'll hold you up And drive you all night I'll hold you up And drive you, baby, till you feel the daylight

23. Killshot - Slowed + Reverb by Magdalena Bay

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it I been through it Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious

24. (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears

Tell me you're so into me That I'm the only one you will see Tell me I'm not in the blue, oh That I'm not wasting my feelings on you Loving you means so much more More than anything I ever felt before You drive me crazy I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night Crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Crazy, but it feels alright Every day and every night

25. Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls

Typical ain't hardly the type I fall for I like when the physical Don't leave me asking for more I'm a sexy mama (Mama) Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna) What I wanna do is spring this on ya (On ya) Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya) You been sayin' all the right things all night long But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

26. Popsicle by Talking Heads

Ask, it shall be given Pay, and ye shall receive Cigarettes and pantyhose Hit me in the funny bone Hynie hole Tootsie roll Jelly roll Time to go Popsicle of love Gimme gimme gimme one of those (It's summertime, boy!) coconut delight Honey honey honey don't let go (It's summertime, love)

27. Horny by Mark Morrison

Get on the floor I wanna freak you, huh Roses are red And violets are blue Get on the floor Oh oh yeah Get horny, get horny (Drop your clothes on da floor) Get horny, get horny, wooh (An close da door, ya know the score) Get horny, get horny (Show ya bod, I don't waste no time, no) Get horny, get horny

28. Sex Bomb by Tom Jones

Make me explode although you know The route to go to sex me slow (slow baby) And yes, I must react to claims of those Who say that you are not all that Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb uh, huh You can give it to me when I need to come along Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)

29. I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred

I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah I shake my little tush on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my cat Too sexy for my cat Poor pussy, poor pussy cat I'm too sexy for my love Too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me

30. Hot In Herre by Nelly

I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, Like "girl I think my butt gettin big" Its gettin hot in here (so hot) So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

31. Casual by Chappell Roan

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss, I have anger issues You said, "Baby, no attachment" But we're Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now? Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach Is it casual now? I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now Then, baby, get me off again If it's casual, it's casual now

32. I'm Your Man by Wham!

Call me good Call me bad Call me anything you want to, baby But I know that you're sad And I know I'll make you happy With the one thing that you never had Baby, I'm your man (do do do that, don't you do that) Don't you know that? Baby, I'm your man (do do do that) You bet If you're gonna do it, do it right (right, do it with me)

33. You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game If you are the healer, it means im broken and lame If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame Magnified, sanctified Be the holy name Vilified, crucified In the human frame A million candles burning For the help that never came You want it darker

[scatterplot-official]

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

75. Favourite animal?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

90. Name a person you love?

100. How are you feeling?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

119. Favourite book?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

(If these are too many than just pick whichever ones you want to answer ^^)

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

The sea! My dad lived in Florida as a kid and had an official suba license when he was 12! I really wanna see all the cool things he has.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black, it was for a marching band competition I was in (We won 1st in parade!)

54. Favourite store?

There's a bookstore in town I adore, I got my moth encyclopedia there.

55. Favourite blog?

Everyone in my pinned 🫶

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Marching! Thats the only one I can remember though there may be more.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Currently yes, Im having very confusing problems rn with my Irls. ily 5ever random, theyre my only irl who isnt being weird rn.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Yes! Rn I have Reginald the duck, Cathathy the Cuthulu, Bennedict the Bee, Barbie the possum and Holidog the Holiday World mascot.

75. Favourite animal?

My ouppies! Also snakes and kitties and bats and dinos and hyeenas.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Vanilla, but I dont really like icecream all that much.

90. Name a person you love?

My aunt 🫶Shes on my side no matter what and Im her favourite nephew.

100. How are you feeling?

Very tired. A lot has happened recently and its so exhausting.

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yep! 8 Graves, Bored to Death

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Very rarely. Im very picky about chicken but I love soup.

119. Favourite book?

Negative Space - B.R. Yeager (I ordered his other two books im very excited)

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Victim To The Sands Of Time, Hourglass, Set It Off (Im getting it tattooed)

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

(bc i linked the songs too)

[leafytaffyart]

You have been walking for what seems like hours. You don’t know exactly why you are walking out in this unfamiliar, open field, but you are. Nothing but grass, for miles and miles, with the occasional singular tree that looked ever so lonesome and longing.

The air is cold and wet, you shiver more as you press forward towards… you don’t know or remember where you are going, but you strongly feel it is away from here. Away from this open field.

You cannot see the bare sky. It is cloudy, yet light out. Whatever light there is shines through the thick layer of clouds, surrounding you in light grey. The fog seems to have been thickening more and more as you walked, it almost at points felt like it was trying to engulf or suffocate you, yet it’s presence is also calming, despite having a threatening air to it as well.

You close your eyes for a few minutes. You hope that when you open them, you will see your destination through the fog. You close your eyes and keep walking, you feel so tired. You feel like you have been walking for days on end without stopping. You close your eyes, feeling like you are falling asleep while continuing your pace.

You don’t know if it has been thirty seconds, or thirty minutes. But you open them again after hearing a soft blow of wind, and the muffled sounds of bells, the sound of rain, rustling grass, and soft, animalistic murmurs that would creep over your surroundings occasionally. You try not to open your eyes for a second, you feel afraid. Yet something compels you to go through with it, you feel forced.

You open your eyes. You want to stop walking and freeze in place out of fear, your body wants to breathe faster, you feel your heart pound. Yet you keep walking, pressing on, as you look around you.

A large flock of sheep, all floating above and around you as the fog is as thick as its ever been during your journey. They do not move aside from floating forwards, though. Their bodies are all limp as if dead, or stuffed rag-dolls, being hoisted by their backs from an invisible force. Their wooly bodies float like blimps, the heads, necks, tails, and limbs dangling lifelessly below. A black liquid, thick as blood, leaks from their eyeless sockets, and bleeds dripping onto the ground from small gaps in their wool. The air around you has the usual scent of cold fog, but now accompanied by the smell of something more subtle than it, a smell that smells like either blood, metal, or ink from a pen.

Your instincts press you to not look at the sheep around and above you, you lock your head and eyes forward as you press on, walking faster.

You don’t know if it’s your brain making up imaginary dialogue for them, or if they are genuinely communicating to you within your mind, but you hear the words, “Come dream with us. You are tired, aren’t you? Stop moving so fast and dream. Dream with us.”

You immediately keep forcing your eyes open, you barely even blink the rest of the way. You dare not close them again, your body dares not let you. You walk forward. It shouldn’t be long now.

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OH MY GOD ORIGINAL STUFF?? NOT FANART…. Anyways say hi to the weird nightmare demon fog-sheep hivemind!!

[firequeenofficial]

Not to jump on the bandwagon, but I've developed feelings about this trailer, and this post helped me put words to what I've been feeling.

What I think op is trying to convey is that it's about how much they care. All these indie, fanmade animations and productions are made by people who care about the game, about its history and lore. I have seen 3-minute animatics full of more love than many 2 hour movies. I've seen people crochet stuffed mobs and mcyt-ers for themselves, I've seen patchwork quilts and songs and art that radiate the joy that this game spreads.

Even SMPs, both big and small, do a better job than the Minecraft movie seems to want to, since the players actively care about the game they're playing, and they want to honour it. Vanilla SMPs are all about taking what was given to us and making light and life and love out of it. Modded SMPs show the human nature of seeing the potential in something that is objectively a whole and complete thing on its own and adding to it and making it a bigger, equally whole and complete, different thing. Big SMPs like Hermitcraft and Empires are about spreading that love of the game to the world and showing others how amazing it is. Small SMPs with only a few friends are about sharing the love with the people you love, and about expressing yourself in this new and different way.

What the Warner Brothers have done is overlook all the lore and history this game has behind it - the way each update brings more life to a once-barren, post-apocalyptic world, the way the players have helped with and contributed to each update - and reduced it to a silly ha-ha thing with stupid animals and Jack Black. Minecraft is about life and growth and creativity, but the movie looks like it's almost making fun of this.

A big studio could never do this game justice, because they're in it for the money, for the clout, for the honour of putting Mojang's name next to theirs. If you collected a bunch of animators and artists and voice actors from every corner of Minecraft, people who have never met before but who all play the game, and told them to make a movie to show their appreciation and to give life to all the headcanons and actual canon, if there is such a thing, they would be able to make something people would actually like and support, because they've actively experienced it, for the sake of the game, not for some moneymaking scheme.

I saw someone mention how they made the pink sheep the dumbest-looking thing, when in reality, coming across a pink sheep in the wild in-game is this wondrous, rare occasion that made every eleven-year-old on the game take a second to get excited about it, to recognise how truly amazing it is. You can tell the people in charge of the movie never played the game properly, because they took that incredible moment and turned it into something weird and frankly a little creepy. That sheep doesn't look cute, it doesn't look rare or precious or anything else that it should look, it just looks demented.

I know everyone and their dog are talking about the Minecraft Movie trailer and all possible opinions on it have already been stated but I have a new take

This all ties back with the Studios vs Indie war that's been brewing. Because you may not think of it that way, but the buckets and buckets of minecraft animation strewn across YouTube are indie animation projects. Of course the movie was going to have to compete and get compared to Story Mode, but it was also going to get compared to Captian Sparklez, Rainimator, Squared Media, Villager News, Animation vs Minecraft, and so much more. All of these count as indie animation, though usually they're left out of the discussion.

Despite having infinitely more resources, people, and funding, studios keep fumbling again and again and again. They keep losing to tiny teams of ametures making videos on YouTube and the Minecraft Movie makes it so much more obvious.

Death to the studios, long live indie animation

[danjifuku]

— madara mada mada- 🍈 go!!

if my regular mutuals find this blog uh.. no u didnt

im leveret! i use it/its pronouns. i use regression to cope and im an autistic individual. i dont FULLY regress often because it embarrasses me, so this will also be my blog to post about me indulging in my chidhood interests and things like that. ill probably mostly post video games and aesthetics and random thoughts

🥤 big age: 19

🧃 regressed age: 4-9 or so, sometimes 16

sidenote: i dont really have a caretaker irl (nor am i looking for one) but i sometimes will imagine fictional characters being parental/older sibling figures and might post a lot about that (mainly ma.dara mike.jima).

favorite kiddy games:

splatoon, animal jam, sky cotl, love niki, animal crossing, pokemon, slime rancher, monster prom, bratz

biggest kiddy interests:

my little pony, lalaloopsy, fnaf, strawberry shortcake, cardcaptor sakura, princess and the frog, stuffed animals, sheep, cows, farm animals in general, christmas and halloween, sanrio

dni: nsfw, anyone else who weirds me out ill just block

[chimerahazard]

zeph 𖦹 he/it/any 𖦹 22 𖦹 PLUR

heres my basic intro post that I edit from time to time

hi!!! you can call me Zephyr, Zeph, or Xeno. I really like splatoon, web graphics + old web (basically anything pre-2013 honestly), biology, invertibrates, stuffed animals, rave culture, kink subculture + more. im a proud autist, boydyke girlman, and snail enthusiast.

BYF: im a furry + otherkin (goat/sheep, cat, bug + more) and often refer to myself as a chimera :3 being fictionkin/otherkin is so fun without a bitch in your ear telling u youre cringe. this blog has (both sfw and nsfw) kink content and empty spaces writing. You are not immune to littlespace/middlespace posting and if you find that weird or gross you're in the wrong place.

DNI if under 18, anti-kink, proana. cp/zoos and terfs will be reported and dropped into the tiger pit.

I won't follow if you don't tag incest/fauxcest/rape please and thank you.

I block content that disturbs/triggers me, 99% of the time its nothing personal.

Tags:

zeph txt ⇾ original text posts

journal ⇾ will probably overlap w zeph txt, basically any time i make any kind of update/post about my life. will likely decorate entries with lots of blinkies

ae ⇾ aesthetics!! i love images and pictures and gifs.

my art ⇾ I have a sideblog for art @xenofly ! my old art acct was @xenoflyarts but ive stop using the acct that its attached to. I'm also considering posting photography and poetry as well. basically whatever art I do end up posting will be tagged as such

that's all for now. thanks for stopping by!

[theotherseapancakes]

I’ve got a weird one. So there used to be this flash game called Parapleusch - it was about mistreated stuffed animals who needed therapy. Absolutely buckwild game, and wish flash gone I think it’s gone for good now. One of the highlights is you have to help a sheep who is an inside-out stuffed animal that keeps getting  hurt by the wolf part inside its zipper. There’s a bunch of stuff like that. Some of the therapy sessions get REALLY weird. Just absolutely bizarre. There’s a little rattlesnake who was used to hide pills from the cops in some guy’s van, stuff like that. I think about this flash game a lot, and how often I replayed it as a teen/young adult back when I lived in my crappy family situation. It brought me a lot of comfort lol. So yeah! Plushie therapy flash game. It was fun. If you’ve played it, you know what I mean. I wish we’d been able to save it. IDK if they were able to...

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[kinghairington]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count: 350

Warnings/Notes: post s4, death, angst, pregnancy, cute Dustin moments

Masterlist.

Losing Eddie in the Upside Down is the hardest thing you’re sure you’ll ever experience. Everyone is going on with their lives and it makes you sick. Sometimes even physically ill to watch how they just keep going as if your entire life didn’t get destroyed in a matter of days.

A few weeks later, you find out it wasn’t the weird nasty air in the Upside Down or the grief making you sick after all (not completely anyway), but you’re pregnant.

It’s hard to imagine raising a baby, but especially without Eddie around because you know he would have been excited about the prospect of creating a new life and putting something good on the Munson name. (But he’d be scared shitless all the same.)

It takes a lot of strength to enjoy your pregnancy for what its worth, but you try because you want to put something good out into this messed up world too.

One of your favorite things to do is wear Eddie’s band shirts that he left at your house as your stomach grows. It may seem kind of silly to other people, but it makes you feel like he’s there in spirit even if he can’t be there physically.

You know for a fact that had you known earlier, he never would have made the reckless choice of trying to buy time. Living with that thought makes things even worse for a while.

At some point, before you truly start to show a baby bump, you ask Jonathan if he’ll take a picture of the progress about one a month, and you take the picture while wearing one of those band shirts every time.

No one dares to say it, but you’re sure it looks weird that you’re still wearing his clothes months after his death. The only one who doesn’t seem to think anything of it is Dustin, who is a surprising help for a young teenager who has no experience with pregnancy or babies.

Dustin buys the baby a stuffed sheep before they’re born. You end up sleeping with it most of the time.

When Baby Munson is born, you overhear Dustin tell them a story about a “little lost sheep” that found a family after being left behind and it’s pretty clear then why your boyfriend loved the kid so much.

In my mind, Eddie is always alive and sometimes it just takes him a little longer to make it back to the land of the living. He’ll meet Baby Munson one day.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Would you please write Carmen and Player’s first hug?

A Friend

[Authors Note: Of course! :D

This is NOT meant to be romantic.]

     Carmen shrunk into her jacket, looking around uncertainly. Her eyes scanned the area looking for something specific. Aha! A white hat! She walked up to the table and sat across from him. “You’re…Player, right?” Sure, she had talked to him for years over the phone but she had confidence then. Her life hadn’t been flipped upside down then. “Red,” he greeted, nodding as he took a fry from his plate. “Sit down.” She hesitantly did so, glancing in every direction. “Do you think you were followed?” Carmen had left her island home so many months ago. The thought of VILE made her paranoid. They would never let her go like this. 

Yet her friend didn’t seemed worried. “You really think anyone is following me?” He chuckled, taking another fry. “Most people in this town don’t even know I exist.” The statement may have sounded sad but he really didn’t mind. Player was doing his part for the world so that should give him a pass from having to socialize. Seeing her being weary, he decided to try and change the subject. “How does it feel? To you know, be out in the world?” 

Carmen looked down at her folded hands. “A lot of mixed feelings I guess.” She sighed, growing hair dangling down. “I know it’s not my fault but…I was apart of them too.” She closed her eyes before opening them once more. “I owe it to the world, to reverse their misdeeds.” Of course she’d be see eager to take them down. Everything she thought she knew was a lie, the night Crackle almost killed him, the night she had learned what VILE really was. She didn’t have anything else besides Player and her intentions to take the organization down. 

Player shook his head, reaching his arm over, his hand planted on her shoulder. “You weren’t apart of them Red. You never were. You’ve always been different than the rest, no matter how hard they tried to make you conform. You were always a black sheep.” He joked, causing her to chuckle. “Not anymore,” Carmen looked out the window, a small smile on her features. “I do belong somewhere, I belong to this world. Rich of culture and history. More importantly, I belong in its future.” Her friend nodded approvingly to her statement, retracting his hand away. “You’re quick to bounce back but you don’t have to be so eager. Fighting back isn’t going to be easy, and it won’t happen overnight.” She nodded along, standing up when he did. “We have time to plan. For now, there’s something I want to show you.” He threw the remainder of his food away then exited the diner with her. 

Her eyes sparkled as she ran inside the building, halting to spin in order to see everything surrounding her. “My town’s national museum of art.” Player stood next to her, hands stuffed in his pocket. “I don’t think you’ve ever been to one before so I wanted to give you a welcome to the world.” 

It was beautiful so many things to see. Paintings of women in detailed dresses, sculptures that showed many ways to create the human form, sheets of music composed eras ago were framed with jewelry close by. These were the things VILE was going to steal? No, it wasn’t right. So many people cared about these pieces. 

Art, the universal language that brought everyone together. The rich, the poor. Elderly and young, people all around the globe could reunite. VILE wanted to ruin that. But they wouldn’t. Not on her watch. 

After hours of viewing and deep thinking they left the museum. Stars and streetlights guiding the way. “I’m glad I kept that phone.” Player nodded in agreement. “Me too, Red. I was able to get into VILE and you have other places you need to be.” He looked down at the ground, then at her. “You’ll visit me again, right?” Player wasn’t a big fan of socializing and making friends with people in person but this was different. He had met someone just like him, we wasn’t weird, or a loser, to her he was just player. 

He was brought into a hug before he could even comprehend it. “Of course, you’re my best friend after all.” Player wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “We both have crazy skills we use for good, there isn’t many people like us. We have to stay together, don’t we?” He nodded, taking a step back as he was released. “Right. You know I’ll always be here for you Red.” 

“Same here, computer nerd.” 

[ofcloudsandstars]

Quick things to do to celebrate Imbolc

Okay since my Yule post was popular I made an Imbolc one since most of us are still going to be locked down lol.

1. Clean and Cleanse your space I know BOO right?? But this is the holiday for cleaning and cleansing. (Even if you hate doing this, this is like the one time a year you have a reason to do it). Time for deep cleaning!!  You know that layer of snowy dust behind your bookshelf? Time to open windows and tackle every corner. Scrub off that spot of dirt you have been putting off scrubbing. Time to steam and vacuum your carpets. Wash your bedsheets and add rosemary or juniper oil to the soap. Smoke cleanse your room with Juniper (or Rosemary). Sweep out old energy, old habits, unwanted spirits. Throw out things that do not spark joy. The time is upon us!

2. Bath Magic Along with cleansing your space, it's also the time to cleanse yourself! This is the day to have a ritual bath, the type that looks instagram worthy where you have a bunch of candles and you sit in a hot tub full of colorful soap very pleased and covered in bubbles. If you don't have a tub you can make a special scrub to anoint your entire body with and rinse it off in a shower. This is the time for face masks, feet soaks, those things you glue on your nose to painfully peel off later and fill you with a sense of relief/disgust of what was dwelling in your pores all this time, skin exfoliants, bath jellies and body creams.

Tip: I like to celebrate the eves of sabbats, so I tend to do the cleaning and cleansing stuff the evening before so there’s less of an overwhelming pressure to do everything at once. Especially since cleaning can get draining sometimes. On the day is usually spellwork, nature walks and feasting.

3. Candle Magic This is the sabbat for candles. Not just to look at how pretty they are burning on your altar rejoicing that the winter days are probably like 1 hour longer than before, but to set intentions for your dreams and aspirations!! First take a moment to meditate and ground yourself, then focus on your goals or anything you would really like to accomplish this year, big or small. When you visualizing it coming to be, then light your candle! This is also a great time for candle scrying. You can read your candle flame which can dance fiery omens of the obstacles ahead of you. Here is a helpful but general page for candle scrying.

4. Burning Bayleaves and Barrier Breaking Often when our candle spells keep going out or we receive omens that the obstacles before us are a little more difficult than anticipated, then it's time for Barrier Breaking! Write down anything you feel is holding you back on a small piece of paper. Make sure to get a fire proof dish ready. With that paper think about the obstacles before you or anything holding you back and visualize the sensation of those obstacles coming undone or you being free from it's chains. Make sure you hold on to that feeling as you light it on fire with your spell candle then set it aside on the fire dish to burn completely.

Sometimes this step may call for shadow work as the obstacles that can be holding us back isn't external but internal issues. You can divine with tarot cards to figure out the nature of this obstacle if you aren't aware of it consciously.

Lastly, Burning Bayleaves helps with wishes. You can burn them to help overcome obstacles or to bring luck and set intentions in your life. Just write what you need on the leaves, burn it with your spell candle and set it aside on the dish. Beware as some bayleaves have natural oil in them so they can ignite in a fiery whoosh!! That is usually good luck and shows that your intentions will have no problem being manifested, however, if you are not in the most fire safe area I would not recommend this activity. If you are comfortable doing fire magic and have a safe set up then you can partake in this tradition.

6. Cleansing ALL of your magical tools As this sabbat feels like a gentle awakening and fresh start, you can lay out all of your magical tools and give them a serious cleanse. You can play a cleansing frequency on youtube which could help or ring bells over to disperse any energy hanging on. If you have a smoke bundle or incense you can clease with that and bless your items.

7. Play some Music! Listening to music always helps to set the mood of the day. Here is a playlist for this sabbat!

8. Make a Feast So for a Feast for 1 it's usually just like a festive dish with a side of veggies and a nice dessert. Think about what you'd like as your main dish. For this sabbat I’ve always made an Imbolc Shepards Pie recipe. Reasons being is that I lived someplace where this time of the year was blizzard season though we were halfway done with Winter. So the pie represented the top being the potato mashed "snow" and the meat/beans layer underneath was spicy and represented the earth stirring. (Plus its cute that it's called Shepards pie cause there is a sheep/lamb theme going on but I digress..) Anyway I moved to England and this time of year feels like... very early Spring.. Like it's not really spring spring but it's like.. early pre-spring. (Seasons here in this climate are weird haha but the sabbats make sense here since the traditions were founded in this climate). So the symbolism of the Shepards Pie is a bit lost. However there are a lot of other options such as Cauliflower or Celeriac soup with cheese (or cheese less if you are vegan), winter onion soup, if you are a meat eater than lamb and sage stew (I feel like stews are a big theme here but it fits as it's winter and there is that 'fire in the belly' symbolism that fits with getting sustenance and warmth from a chalice-bowl object). Side dish can be roasted parsnips or stuffed white cabbage (it depends on the main dish). Dessert depends on if you are into cake or tarts but I always either have cheesecake or a milk sponge cake like tres leches. If you live in a snowy area a dessert I used to make would be a warm brownie with vanilla icecream as it's like "snow melt" on earth with life stirring within. Etc.

I know with lockdown and such no one is going to be seeing anyone extra in their lives anytime soon and no one may have the energy to cook a lot, but here is a list of recipes with a feast mood board to check out for ideas.

Have a lovely luminous Imbolc!!

[lonesilverw0lf]

After the two have split

Ruby: Ok, so how did you do that in the first place?

Yang: Well I found some weird dance in a creepy book and wanted to try it. I couldn’t do it myself so I drug Jaune along. A few failed tries later we finally get it right and POW, we became Yawn!

Jaune: Freaked the hell outta us for a while there. And I still think that was a terrible name.

Ren: Indeed. Although I am surprised you went along with this.

Jaune: All I knew I’d that she wanted to try some dance. Thought it was a new Dustube trend. She’s the one who read the book. We didn’t bother to read it as Yawn either.

Yang: Mostly because we lost it.

Blake: Did the book mention any side effect-

Nora, shoving Blake aside: What was it like as Yawn?!

Yang: Eh, kinda weird at first. It was like the two of us were trying to drive at the same time.

Jaune: And that was just with walking. Imagine our surprise when we could hear each other’s thoughts.

Nora: Like sharing a brain?!

Yang: Brain, body, the whole schtick. And I don’t think I can forgive you for putting that taste in my mouth. No amount of mouthwash is gonna get that stain out!

Ruby: Yang you never use mouthwash. How bad was it?

Yang: It tastes like wet socks and regret!

Jaune, putting out his chest and mimicking an accent: That’s how ya know it’s haggis lassie! Real pick of the pile dat!

Ruby: What?!

Weiss, slightly green: Haggis is a delicacy. Its roots stretch back to before the kingdoms. I only know this because my father ordered it once without knowing what it is. He threw it out immediately.

Blake, nervous: And what is it?

Jaune: It’s just a boiled sheep’s stomach stuffed with diced liver and kidneys and drowned in whisky. One of my Grunkles loves that.

RWBPNR: 🤢

Jaune: Yeah, I wasn’t a fan either.

Nora: Renny, I’m sorry I made fun of your gross drinks.

Ren, using his Semblance: It’s fine, Nora.

Pyrhaa: I think we need to find this book. Make sure there aren’t any other side effects we need to know about.

Jaune: Didn’t it say something about Drifting?

Yang: I don’t know. I kinda glossed over that part.

Yawn: WE ARE NEITHER YANG, NOR JAUNE! WE ARE YAWN!

Blake: ...How do you guys combine and make mid?

Penny: Burn detected! Yawn should feel great shame and guilt!

Weiss: The sum of their parts are weaker than the total result!

Nora: Oh no, he's not!

Ruby: OH NO, SHE'S MID!

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (1)

》 News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? 《

pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader

warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess we’ll find out as i write it >< ,, it’s my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please don’t read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+

this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......

synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?

[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]

word count: 3k

series masterlist

part two

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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.

You wanted to end your life.

He needed you to cherish your life.

Nothing looked familiar. The café you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldn’t find it in yourself to run.

You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) – where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you weren’t exactly loaded but you weren’t exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. That’s not to say you hadn’t lived or seen this side of town before.

Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naïve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.

They didn’t tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.

Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldn’t be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Father’s shop. However, you didn’t expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didn’t you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were… yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once you’d read the texts.

14:37— From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?

14:39— From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u

14:40— To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldn’t find the shop anyway lol i’ll head back soon, love u too x

*LOW BATTERY*

“Fuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.” You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. “Great!” you exasperated, “honestly I’m so fucking stupid! Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I should’ve told him I was coming over here but no,” your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, “maybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldn’t be as angry right? I’m sure he’ll come,“ A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting… your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident… he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.

How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?

The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when you’re alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.

“You okay there Doll?” His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you would’ve easily missed had you not been staring at his features… a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.

Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldn’t help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, Y/N. I haven’t seen you round here before, you new or something?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

“Uhm, I don’t live here. I live over the other part of Town… I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything!” a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.

“Come on Y/N, you’re not suited for this side of Town, I’ll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, you’re easy prey to these guys.” your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, “hurry up Buttercup, I don’t bite.” Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.

You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named ‘Jigsaw’, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. “It’s on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either. There’s some dodgy fucks about recently.” Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didn’t need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.

Drowning. That’s how you’d explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.

Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didn’t care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.

By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you would’ve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.

Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didn’t want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.

Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?

You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didn’t look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didn’t want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.

Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course it’s not. Fuck that, life isn’t nothing like those shitty romance films or novels… It’s real and painful.

As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. ‘Aroma Mocha’ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.

Taehyung hadn’t realised you’d stopped walking until he couldn’t hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, “Fucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,” he walked back over to you. “Hey Doll, you wanna go in?” He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, “We’ve plenty of time to get you back before it’s dark angel.” You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.

Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, “thank you,” looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a doll’s he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...

Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, “I’m sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope I’m not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I can’t believe--”, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.

“Angel, if you were bothering me, I’d have kept on walking. That, or I would’ve called you a Taxi myself, it’s no problem honestly.” You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?

“Well I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?” You don’t know what to do, you’re here with the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid your eyes on… yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasn’t Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?

Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, “Hi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, I’m Jimin and I’ll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, “Oh, Tae! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And who’s this pretty little lady?”

“This is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought we’d nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.” you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, “I’ll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.”

Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, “Uhm, how’d you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?” Taehyung didn’t even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and he’d still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasn’t that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, you shouldn’t let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. It’s only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.

Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.

The click of Taehyung’s phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. “The drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed you’d like to try it. You wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...

You stared incredulously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Taehyung.” You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.

Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, “I’m not stupid Angel, I know what you’re doing under the table. I’m here, so talk to me. I’ll listen to whatever you gotta say.”

You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, “I-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I don’t even tell my friends what’s wrong. Not that there is, everything’s fine.”

You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, “You don’t have to lie to me Y/Nie…” he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and you’d be ruined. He wouldn’t admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.

How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy it’d be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. I’m just going to help her choose.

Live or Die.

You visibly winced, “You don’t know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didn’t want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.

You couldn’t exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, ‘Jigsaw Traps Continue’. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, “you scared of Jigsaw Angel?”

You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob who’s targeted criminals and drug dealers? You’re a nobody. “Of some psychopathic puppet?” if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.

You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months… His precious little Y/Nie… Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.

You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin… oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect… Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.

He had a plan.

And you’d soon find out.

Let the games begin.

[its-sheepe]

Why Boogsnux isn’t Multiplayr

My name is Sheepe. I was walking down teh street one day with my absolute best friend, Beffica (her real name is Jessica Beffers but her nickname is a combination). We had been friends since kidgarden, when we met on the playground. I stared into her hyperrealistic eyes that day, and just like that we connected with one another, doing everyting!

Recently, we got into a game called Bugsnax on the PS5 and Pc, and it’s been grate! We found it so funneh a character in the game is named Beffica, so naurally she became her favorite. However, we don’t have te gam so we jus watch videos. We dream of Bugsnax in our dreams, wanting to play it so bad.

So we were walking down the street, and suddenly Beffica tripped! I helped her up, and suddenly she screemmed. “Bestie, look!!!!!! It’s a copy of Bugsnakx for the ps5!!!!!!” We hopped up and down in joy for we both had ps5s. I looked at the cover happily, Filbo was running down the path catching ugsnax while Lozbart took photos. “Let’s go to my house Beffica, we can have slepocer!!!!!!”

Later, at slepocer…

Me and Beffica we in my room, having bugskat themed sleepover. We was eating gummy wurmz, chocolate ants, and delcois fried cricket. She had her homemade hyperrealistic weenieworm stuffed animal (her mom is a seamstress) and we were prepared for playing Bugsnax on the ps5. I pooped in the disk and watched as it loaded…

It loaded! There was now a Bugsax icon on my home page. It was a picture of Filbo smiling happily. I clicked it and watched as the game booped up showing the title screen it was beautiful!!!! There was text near the logo saying: “Deloloper test: multiplaor”. Me and Beffica looked at each other in joj. Multiplayer?!!!! We could play togehter in the Bugsnax world!

So I sharted a new save file, and hit the multiplayer option. There were so many different characters to choose from, being journalist, Filbo, Beffica, Wambus, and even Climby! I chose the journalist cause I like the various colors while Beffica chose Beffica, her fav.

We loaded into the world, but something was off. We were in what looked like a horrible, skary tunnel of hyperrealistic blood and guts, with various foods thrown about in the tunnol. We walked down the tummel and found a hole. Walking into the hole, we teleported into Garden Grove. Weird, but then the game continued normally. Beffica as Beffica made fun of Filbo, then helped me collect the snax for Wamboy.

But then, things got weirder. We all headed to Snaxburg, but it was on fire!!! Everyone was running around screaming hyperrealistically and we watched as grumps heads fells off and we’re rolling around everywhere!!! I ran into a hut and tried to fall alseep, which I did. Then everytin was normal when I woke up. Except it wasn’t.

When I stepped outside, EVERONE WAS DEAD!!!! There was no blood, just hyperrealistic foods covering the bodyes. Suddenly, Chandlo appeared, his face twisted in a evil grun. His hat was brimless, and his tank top was covering up his arms. He spoke in a deep, angry voice, “BRAH, ITS YOUR FAULT FOR THE FOODS” and than ran as us.

A black void filled the screen. All the grumps were staring at us with the same expression Chandlo had! They all said, “soon we will become flesh, and take over everything!” We both vomited. Text appeared on the screen that said “Bye bye baffica.”

Beffica then screamed. Her hands began to elongate and so did her face! Her hair fell out and turned puprle and she got shorter, as if Beffica from the game was trying to load into Beffica’s body!!! I screamed and cried and vomited as Beffica was mutating in front of me.

I jumped out the window and ran down the street, fast as my little little legs could go. I could feel Beffica Beffica’s presence chasing me down the street, and I vomited again, slipping in it and falling down a manhole.

If you read this, DO NOT PLAY BUGSNAX IN MULTIPLAYER

Beffica WILL get you. Just like she’s about to get me…

(Sorry again, the bad creepypastas are just so funny to make lmao)

[capochinootea]

How the Shishigumi met Baby Louis

Me thinks Baby Louis and Shishigumi wholesome time ^-^

Free

When Free first met Louis, it was in the middle of a shootout. He was 17. Young, brash and bold. A few weeks into the Shishigumi, and he's already considered an elite, impressing those who have climbed the ranks for longer.

It was an unfortunate time when Free was met face-to-face with a child, a herbivore child, no less. Guns drawn, ready to fire at their leader’s command. In all Free’s years of living in the Back Alley Market, this is by far, the most ridiculous thing that has ever happened.

Members of the gang yelled for back up. He was ready. Ready to take on their opponents, but what he sees is a much taller, more mature lion- Ibuki, he realizes, blocking his way, hands extended.

...What?

Confused and slightly irritated, he was handed a child and the lion left to help his comrades. Poor and confused 17-year old Free sat there, as the fawn- aged 6- he guessed- giggled at him, oblivious to the danger they’re both in.

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Ibuki

Livestock. Ibuki never fancied the business. Even for a gangster lion like him, selling livestock- he thinks of it so immoral. You must be completely fucked down to the core if the mafioso lion has more heart than you.

When news travelled to the Shishigumi of a livestock trafficking ring not having paid their share, Ibuki breathed a sigh of relief. An excuse, he thought.

Finally.

But when he got there, it was like a place after war. It smelled of filth, abandon and decay. The building barely stands, it’s pillars a breath away from collapse.

In it lay a single fawn, blood stained but alive. A living, breathing being surrounded by death, of carcasses and corpses. The fawn looked as though he was the god of death himself, mortalized in a fragile being, cursed to wander the earth, leaving death in his footsteps.

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Dolph

For a lion who’s lived in the market for more than 2 decades, he thought he had seen it all- the mundane, the gruesome, the ridiculous. Hell, the Shishigumi is proof of that. But somehow, not even the pole dancing mice could top this.Standing there, by the mansion’s gates was Ibuki, a sleeping fawn in his arms, bundled in his suit jacket. If he were any more shocked, his jaw might have hit the ground.

Surely the trip to the livestock trafficking ring didn’t hit Ibuki’s head. If not, then that’s probably not Ibuki at all. He was pretty damned sure that if anyone in the Shishigumi were to replace the old chief (should his ultimate demise were to ever happen- he hoped soon), it would be Ibuki.

Yet he stands there, a soft look in his eyes, the happiest he looked since he joined. He can’t help but feel dumb. The market is just full of surprises.

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Hino

It was Wednesday night. The mansion silent and empty, its corridors barely illuminated by the hanging low light above . Almost all of the lions had left for the night, sans a few lower goons keeping watch over the gates. Sitting by the hideout’s make-shift home bar, nothing felt out of the ordinary.

He cradled the cheap whiskey in his hands and circled the drink slowly. He watched the drink as it created a mini whirlpool, his reflection on the glass.

His brows furrowed in confusion. Something was amiss. This isn’t right.

His tail moved back and forth, fur standing, mind on edge. Someone foreign was in the mansion. He continued to watch his reflection, but there was no sign of the intruder.

Too late did he realize, as a creature suddenly latched onto his leg. He would've kicked the stranger out of instinct, but when he caught a glimpse of wide ears flinching, the smell of lion on him, all sense of dread died.

Looking down, he sees a fawn, toothily grinning at him, hugging his legs like they were pillows.

“What are you doing here little guy?” Hino crouches, hands folded so as to not hurt the tiny creature.

The fawn giggled, clutching his face in his mini hands. They’re warm, he noted. .

“Mr. Lion!!” He cackled.

And like a child calling for its mother, Ibuki came running up the stairs, his glasses out of place, strands of his mane flying everywhere. He looked like hell.

“Louis!” he called and bolted right after where he sat.

Such a strange sight to see. A huge lion cradling a fawn, no bigger than Ibuki’s hands. A smile found its way to Hino’s flawless features. It’s a beautiful Wednesday night.

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Sabu

He’s getting old, he realizes. His mane is getting harder to grow, his joints more prone to aches. He wonders if growing old is a gift, with what dangers lurking in the Back Alley Market. You’re lucky if you still have all your limbs intact by the age of 30.

Sitting by the kitchen counter, he closes his eyes. Ah, well it’s not like he could complain. In fact, he’s lucky to be alive, limbs and all.

“Up!”

He cracks one eye open.

..What?

“Up! Up!” Standing there, a creature unlike him. A fawn. No older than 6 he thinks. Clutching what he assumes is a stuffed animal, a small pout laced its face.

He had so many questions.

“Up! Up!!!” The fawn demanded, now running around, making soft tap tap taps against the floors of the mansion.

How youthful, he thought, picking up the child, giggling as his arms wrap around its tiny waist.

“Funny lion man!” it cackles, now trying to climb his head, to touch his mane. He assumes his mohawk is a different sight from what the fawn usually sees.

He still has so many questions.

He let the fawn play with his mane, not minding the strands that now fall against his face, covering his eyes.

“Ibuki!!” the tiny fawn suddenly shrieked, hurriedly trying to climb down from his now lopsided mane. He watches the young fawn dash to the other, who caught him as he propelled himself in the air.

How youthful, he thought again.

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Miguel

It’s not like he’s not used to the fearful looks most herbivores and even the lesser carnivores give him. He’s big, brawny, a lion through and through. A literal king of the beast. To say he was used to the wary stares, the jealous glares, is the simple truth.

His footsteps alone are enough to spook a sheep down to its very core. He need not speak to intimidate a room full of hyenas, no. Even baring his fangs would be too much.

Which is why he found this whole ordeal completely and utterly ridiculous.

A tiny fawn stood before him, staring up at him. Fearless, he thinks. No! He was awestruck… mouth agape and ears perked up. He looked at him like he’s something to behold.

“Big Lion Man!!!” it cackles.

Odd..

It was so odd.

He felt his heart swell beneath the hard muscle, beneath tendons, flesh and bones. Never before has a creature looked at him with such delight. From a herbivore no less.

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Jinma and Dope

If there’s any duo more suited to work together in the Shishigumi, the title befalls on one Jinma and Dope. Another successful negotiation. Another night of festivities.

Tonight, the table was decorated with an assortment of meals, meat cooked to perfection. A flawless buffet. An impeccable occasion.

Until Jinma caught a glimpse of movement beneath the table covers. An intruder? A spy? That’s impossible. It just is. He knows no one would have balls big enough to go alone in the Shishigumi headquarters unscathed.

He eyed the table covers with great intensity. He squints, watching the creases of the fabric, waiting to see any sign of movement. Nothing. Not until a foreign tiny hand slipped under the covers to grab a lone piece of meat sat atop the table.

In an instant, he lifted the white sheet, uncovering the thief hidden below the covers. He expected a young lowly canine, or mayhaps a racoon, only to find a giggling fawn munching on the small piece of meat he’s stolen.

“The fuck..” he heard someone mutter behind him. Dope, he thinks.

“Hello!” The young deer greeted, mouth full of meat.

This is weird.

Jinma watches as the fawn finally moves to unveil himself out of the white sheets, walking towards Dolph, who picks him up like it was something he’d done before.

This is so weird.

The two lions watch with their heads tilted to the side. Confused, they see Dolph smile at the tiny fawn he was cradling, who was still chewing the meat he’d stolen.

“The fuck” Jinma mutters.

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Agata

“What??” Agata squawked, hands balled into a fist. How could they do this? To a lion, barely the age of 16.

“I.. I can’t! I’m not sure how to?” he countered, looking anywhere but the scene before him.

A child, clinging to the cuffs of Ibuki’s suit jacket. A fawn, 9 or 10 years old- by the looks of it.

“Agata, it will only be for an hour or two,” Dolph explained.

Like that’s going to change anything.

“But! Dolph-san, why? We don’t even know who this kid is? I mean.. Why can’t we just give him back to his parents?” He blurted.. The words left his mouth before he could process what he had just said. He prayed to whichever gods listening to him to please not make him babysit a child- and a herbivore child too!

Ibuki furrows his brows, before sharing a look with Dolph, who looks as equally as upset. A beat, and then,

“Louis stays with the Shishigumi,” Ibuki stated, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“You can’t be serious!” Agata whined, his arms flailing. It was a fight he couldn’t win. He frowned.

It didn’t take Agata more than a second to realize that his outburst had caused Louis to hide more behind Ibuki, his teeth bared, eyes burning with passionate hate.

Ah... He really did not like babysitting.