#jhese

[gay-dorito-dust]

I can imagine a demon reader changing from bad to good after getting catch and dosent want to be with bill and his craziness but still visits him in theroprimson (sorry I might have spelled it wrong)

‘Oh how the might have fallen.’ You cooed as you sat across from bill, a glass screen separating you from him, but you could feel the unbridled anger and betrayal radiating off of Bill from where you sat.

‘You betrayed me and for what? A family of flesh bags?!’ Bill exclaimed. ‘We could’ve ruled together but you let those pine twins get inside your head.’

You scoffed as you folded your arms, the bells on your outfit jingle softly as they did. ‘You called that ruling? I call it madness.’ You remained him as you saw that instead of healing, his broken, fractured body had only gotten worse as it started to stretch across his eye.

He didn’t want to heal, he wanted to remain broken as it meant he didn’t have to relive the memories that he swore to leave behind in the past as he intended, moments that he didn’t want to remember for a reason or other.

‘You were born from madness! You were the madness demon!’ Bill cried as he slammed his hands on the glass but you remained unfazed, knowing this was but Bill’s attempts of getting inside your head in hopes that you’d break him out, however even if he did you’d probably get admitted into Theraprism with him for all eternity in the process.

‘Thanks for reminding me of my origins, what else is new.’ You said sarcastically. You had the uncanny ability to send anyone into a state of madness. it was an ability you used and abused during your time with Bill and his henchmaniacs, way before jheselbruam had decided that she had enough and wanted to reform, but not before she cryptically told you that you’d follow in her footsteps soon enough during a pivotal moment that could change everything. You didn’t know what she meant by that but now as you sat across from the demon you once called your friend, you now understood that Bill was more unhinged then you realised, you were ready to move on with the Pines Family but wanted to see bill once last time before you did.

‘You could’ve been more had you stayed with me and not became soft and let the power of friendship, rainbows and sprinkle kittens tell you that you could be better, when with me you could’ve been far worse!’ Bill said as he felt his hatred for you grow the longer you looked at him with a blank stare, as though you could see through him and his bullshit, like you knew that everything he said was a lie that he told himself as much as he told everyone else; You weren’t scared of him anymore, and Bill didn’t know how to handle that as he was far more use to being in the position of power in your dynamic.

‘In your eye I am already worse.’ You began as you leaned forward, ‘I might as well be a human in demon skin for all you’re aware but here’s the thing I wanted to you dead after everything you’ve put me through, but as Ford once told me there are fates far worse then death and you were more deserving of that fate, it’s almost as though you were destined to end up here regardless and that’s the funniest joke of all.’ You finished with a cackle, the bells of your outfit laughing alongside you.

‘You’re talking to Fordsy?’ Bill asked, now intrigued.

‘Yeah,and I can see why you had that weird one sided situationship with him all that time ago, he’s quite the catch when you get to know him.’ You casually shrug your shoulders as you could see Bill trying to use this to his advantage somehow, something that Ford has told you that he would do and you were more than prepared to shatter his expectations. ‘I’m not going to use him Bill, he’s moved on from you and has found peace with his family, like he should’ve before you came into his life.’ You added in a low, protective growl.

Bill perks up. ‘You’re protecting them from me?’ He asked aghast, hand on his orange prison suit. ‘Have they really corrupted you that much that you’d go out of your way to protect those short life freaks?’

You straightened your posture as you glared at your friend. ‘I only came here to say goodbye, not be interrogated by the demon who’ll come back as something ridiculous like a rainbow shrimp or a fungal cloud, or better yet a butterfly that I can kill for the hell of it.’ You spat as you looked at the time, you were going to be late to Mabel’s arts and crafts session if you kept indulging in this psychopath and his antics. ‘And would you look at that, my time here is done.’

Bill’s eyes widened. ‘Wait! Don’t go! Don’t your dare-‘

‘Goodbye Bill, have fun with therapy.’ You said before snapping your fingers and disappearing, the only thing you heard before you reappeared outside of the Mystery Shack was the sound of Bill’s outrage and hows he’d get back at you and the pines family, but as far as you were aware Bill wasn’t going anywhere for a long, long time.

[patchesjam]

have u seen the dream boobie realness

hes got better tits than me

[uncle-mojave]

I jink jhat jhese jean jarriers jre jinda jool jooking

This is the ultimate set up whether you like it or not. 

[youcaneven]

jackles with jis jather

I jate jhis so juch. the jaption jelt the jost jamage. jcreaming.

Young dumb and cove-

jeporting jou to the jolice

[germanbitchfiona]

Jhe Jreat Jiko Joast

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[quaintremedies]

operation betrayal (part 1)

Prompt number: 30 (”Don’t ruin this.”)

Original Fiction*

Rating: teen and up audiences (may not be appropriate for audiences under 13)

Warning/Tags: none

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“Alfons, mretcha est yehera. (Her Majesty is waiting for you).”

“Jhes kherla? (This early?).”

“Yes.”

He sits up from his bed, grabbing a nearby shirt and tie. As he put them on, his gaze went to the open door where his commander stood tall and proud. Alfons glanced at the watch around his wrist; 6 AM. With a light sigh, he fixed his tie and snatched his signature black coat. “Ye wel bi with sel osn. (I will be with her soon).” he replied, “Where?”

“Garden.” the older man replied. “Said she wants to see the sun rise.”

Both men exchanged a nod before going their separate ways. Alfons, having remembered the outline of the Palace really well, made his way to the only open space available. Amongst all the flowers, bushes, some trees, marble paths and a huge fountain in the middle of the place, he found the Queen sitting on one of the white stone benches facing the dusk. The lines on her face and creases under her eyes began to show—as time passed by, of course, even the holiest of people couldn’t escape old age.

“Mretcha (Your Majesty).” Alfons greeted, bowing his head slightly as a sign of respect.

“Sit.” she told him immediately, patting the empty spot next to her. Hesitantly, the young general sat down, leaving enough space between them so he wouldn’t invade her personal space.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” the woman whispered, the warm morning sunlight twinkling in her eyes. “The sunrise.”

“It is.” he agreed. “A privilege only some are able to witness.”

The Queen chuckled lightly, shifting a little to look at the younger one, and it surprised him a little. “Truth to be told, I am not here for the sunrise.”

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“Listen up.”

The small room was lit up by fluorescent lights and the hologram of the city map—no, almost like a slum, really. Alfons stood tall amongst his men, clad in his all-black outfit with the patch on his left arm which was the only thing that stood out there. Few of the men gathered around with him; similar outfit, but different patch location. His gaze was hard, just as he should be; a General.

“We had an intel on a group of rebels.” Alfons simply moved his hand to zoom into a small home in the middle of the infamous ‘slum city’. “This is most likely their base.”

“In Strundreya?” One of the men scoffed. “They can’t be that much of a threat.”

“That may be.” He agreed although his tone said differently. “But it is always good to take precautions.”

“The usual job?” Another one asked.

“Yes.” Alfons transferred the hologram to each of the team members’ devices on their wrists, “Infiltrate and neutralize. Learn their secrets and report back.”

“Alpha will be led by me. We will infiltrate the house immediately. Beta, led by Scion, will scour the area and take down any threats, including manpower and supplies. Don’t ruin this mission, am I understood?”

“Leacre, seir! (Clear, sir!)” They exclaimed, each one saluting him.

“Very well.” He nodded, slipping his weapon to its respective place. “Laes shif jhese bastrs un an for al. (Let’s finish these bastards once and for all).”

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*a story from Arrion Universe that I created with my friend (if you’ve been here long enough, you’ll know ;) )

[monster-catalogue]

Ginyu Force from DBZ

Ilus. Akira Toriyama (transparent)

[axolctl]

    full human!axolotl deets

name: ??? known as: (the) axolotl, jhese (jessie or jes), jheselbraum, grandma (thanks mabel) age: ??? (appears roughly in her 60s)

hair: auburn with grey, frilly curly eyes: yellow build: some chub, rectangular body type fc: unofficially ppl want true space mom who am i to deny (just dont expect my art to capture her beauty)

she wears either ford’s borrowed attire and/or various sweaters enthusiastically knitted by mabel, as she refuses to let them spend money on her temporary form. occasionally has spells of misplaced emotions, especially crying. capable of astral projecting in her sleep, but has virtually no power, and limited memory of her formerly infinite knowledge.