#obey me ringtones

[pyro-raccoon]

I'm genuinely curious about this

[faededaway]

Ain't no beat go harder than Choose Me's intro

[ur-dad-satan]

I Have Spicy Obey Me! Headcannons (pt. 4)

I'm just gonna be talking about my different spicy head cannons for my little Obey me men. If you don't agree, that's fine but I will not take criticism still. <3

MDNI!! Please don't fight me on this.

Beel and Dia both like having their nipples played with. I don't know why, but I really feel like these two beefy men with their tigole biddies would love having their nips stimulated and their tiddies played with. Like squeeze them, kneed them, flick them, lick them, suck them, just anything to stimulate them and you'll have them shaking and begging at your every touch.

Sim and Barbs would get overstimulated easily. Those two are constantly so cool, calm, and collected, you can't blame me for thinking this. They would probably be all calm and collected during until they're edged, or it feels way too good. Use this power wisely and make them squirm.

Beel would fuck for his favorite foods. If he was hungry enough, he would be down to fuck like MC specifically and maybe even Barbs if they made his favorite food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling my man a food slut, I'm just saying that I if the food is good enough, and he was in the mood for whatever reason, he would fuck as a way of saying thank you.

Luci, Dia, Mam, Levi, Beel, and Sat are all REALLY vocal during. Whether it's moans and groans, names, whimpers, or anything else, these men specifically will be making some type of noise and it'll be loud and non-stop. These mfs (MC fuckers) are the type to moan your name like it's the only word they know.

MC would introduce everyone (except Luke) to wildly inappropriate songs for fun. MC was just listening to their slutty human music and Mam just so happened to walk in and now he walks around the HOL singing the chorus to CPR by Cupcakke. Asmo asked MC what they were listening to one day and now he can't stop saying "I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa" to just about everyone. Thanks to MC, both Dia and Beel know what a WAP is. Satan? He's absentmindedly singing Gasolina in perfect Spanish. No one knows it, but MC has sung Degrade Me by TX2 to Lucifer anytime they were feeling "frisky".

MC has everyone's (except Luke's) DDD ringtones set as said wildly inappropriate human world songs. Luci's is Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Mam's is Daddy by Cera Gibson. Levi's is Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande. Tan's is Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer. Asmo's is I'm so Hot by Chrissy Chalpecka. Beel's is Taste by Stray Kids. Belphie's is Unfuckwitable by Zayn. Dia's is Call Out My Name by The Weekend. Barbs's is Feeling Good by Michael Bublé. Sim's is Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras. Solo's is WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

All the demons can manipulate their bodies any way they want. Now this is definitely based on that one R34 comic I saw where Levi could open his mouth so wide it looked like his face was slit open and he had really fucking sharp teeth. I think all the demons can do that, but it would be different for each of them. Like they all have sharp ass teeth in their demon forms, but they all have ways to contort their bodies however they please and MC a hundred percent takes advantage of it.

[skulla-rxcks]

♯☆:Bedpost

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem reader

Rating: Explicit (Adult)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Handcuffs, loss of virginity, praise, oral, v*ginal

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Chan makes sure y/n gets all the pleasure she deserves during her first time.

A/n: so basically I had this idea and wanted to write it asap, so I did. I wrote this when I was half asleep meaning there’s definitely spelling mistakes, probably incorrect words, unusual grammar. But yeah, enjoy!

“I’m sure Chan, I’m absolutely certain that I want this. I’m positive I want to give my first time to you.”

“Well, It’s a big step for our relationship baby girl. I could accidentally hurt you and I don’t want to mess up your beautiful skin.” he reassures, rubbing my head while I cuddle into his chest.

“I don’t care about all of that, i just.. want, I want you inside of me!” My voice vibrates against his shirt as i growl with annoyance.

“I don’t wanna force you into anything. But If that’s what you want, baby, I’ll happily be your first.”

The sound of a ringtone fills the room, breaking up our conversation

“I just need a minute, hang on Hun.” Chan picks up his phone to answer the call.

“Hello? Oh no, Everything good?… mhm…. Yeah I get that.. I don’t think I can come in tomorrow, or soon. I’ll get back to you later with the time and details..”

I sit on his lap and wait for him to finish the call

“Honey, baby.. what are you doing?” He chuckles as I put myself on his lap and wrap my legs around him.

“Channie, I’m tired of waiting.. I want you~” I watch his face blush as I pin him against the wall, my legs hugging his waist with my clothed crotch rubbing against his thigh.

“you certainly want me don’t you? Mmmm, you know I’m all yours.”

He mutters softly. My hand travels up his shirt, touching his torso while i slide off his shirt. A burning sensation forms in my face as I look at his chest and let my hands fiddle with the waistband of his sweat pants.

“Someones a little bit shy, isn’t that right?” he teases me with his words making me more hornier and hornier as time continues on.

Chan pushes me onto the bed before opening up our nightstand, taking something out then closing it again.

“Strip for me.” he stands over me, looking down at me while playing with a pair of handcuffs and throwing them on the ground.

“those are for later baby.” he replies after seeing my response to the handcuffs, making me curious about what’s going happen later on. Chan watches over me as I throw my clothes off.

“Oh baby girl.. you’re so perfect” he places his hands on my chest and touches me softly, I shiver in pleasure at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing and fondling my breasts “Channie.. please..! just t-touch me already..” Chan’s facial expressions change as soon as I whine, needing to be touched or bred by him.

“oh honey… I fucking love it when you beg like that. Well then, open up your legs for me sweetheart, open them up for daddy.” I obey his words Immediately and open them. He holds my legs open to get a better look at me, licking his lips as he stares at my hole. “I wanna taste your pretty cunt so god damn bad, gonna taste you baby~”

I inhale sharply feeling his warm mouth on my pussy. With one hand on each of my thighs, he’s spreading my legs apart and exploring me with his tongue; licking between my folds, sucking on my clit, experimenting with his mouth to hunt down my sweet spots.

“Nnngh.. I…!” I squirm loudly as he finds my pleasure spot, but before I can cum or have any release, he stops and puts me further on the bed, the sound of rattling happens again and before I know it, I’m handcuffed to the bed with Chan topping over me rolling a condom onto himself

“You ready princess?” He smirks as he rubs his tip against my hole, sliding into me slowly. “C-Chan.. use me.” I moan out.

Chan pounds me slowly at first then starts going faster kissing down my chest and pulling my hips towards him. “Does it feel good?” i stare at him, watching his face scrunch up as he gets closer and closer to cumming. “I’m gonna.. I’m close… Chan!” My whines and moans are stopped as his lips press against mine, kissing me softly as we both release the pleasure we stored inside us.

Chan gets off of me and pulls out, tying up the condom before chucking it in the trash. Then he unlocks the handcuffs and helps getting them off my wrists. We both collapse, breathing heavily and holding each other close.

“You did so well, such a good girl.”

Ao3 version

[faitry]

“IF SHE GET OFF, THEN I GET OFF, THAS MY CONCERN”

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Armin is a munch🙁, swearing, cheating

 “Meet me at my apartment tonight?” You tell him with a smile. Armin turned pink, knowing what you wanted. “Are you sure?” He asks, his eyes widening and eyebrows pinching together. “I hear you’re good. Why not?” You said, walking away after. You knew he knew what you wanted. Although having a boyfriend, he never really met every need, sexually. Sure he made you cum, but when you asked, he never ate you out. You’d known Armin since your junior year of highschool, and now being in your second year of college, he’d grown to be quite attractive. Cutting his hair, wearing contacts, clear skin, beautiful blonde hair, everything about him was perfect. You’d heard from your friends that he was a munch, Ultimately meaning that he was okay with giving a woman head, without anything in return. So, putting it up to the test you asked him to meet you at your apartment, knowing your boyfriend was gone for the week visiting his mom.

when hearing the knock on your door, you had the slightest bit of makeup on, and put on the most provocative outfit you had. You swung open the door, and saw Armin, he looked so nervous. “Hey Armin” you say stepping aside to let him in. “Hey, so like..?” He says looking everywhere but at you. “Is it too much?” You say taking a step closer, now being closer in front of him as you gesture down to your outfit. He looks down at you with a flushed face. “Of course not! I just- it doesn’t feel right…” he says backing up a bit. “I mean, you showed up” you say smiling. He stays silent as you say “follow me” he obeys you and follows you down the hall to your bedroom. You sat on your bed and asked “will you please help me Armin..?”. He stares at you in awe at your beauty. You spread your legs a bit, showing him the damp spot in your shorts. He nods as he got on his knees and asked “can I take it off?”. “Yes please” you say already out of breath just at the pretty sight in front of you. He takes his time taking your tight shorts off, and he moves your underwear to the side instead of taking them off and starts to lap up your juices. He rubs your clit in circles as he darts his tongue in and out of you. Meanwhile his other hand on your thigh. “Fuck Armin!” You moan out as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, putting his tongue on your clit, sucking and licking. He moans into you, bucking his hips into the mattress to give him some sort of friction. You’re seeing stars at this point, throwing your head back and bucking your hips into his face. “Holy shit youre..you’re so good at that oh my god!” You say as you crane your neck at him to see him so focused on you. It’s a beautiful sight, until the ringtone of your phone plays. Startled, you jump a bit and search for your phone, while Armin is still going. “Wait, it’s my boyfriend” you say, answering the call. He stops and sits back cris-cross. “Hey” you say to him, sounding bored on purpose. “What’s up?” He asks you. “Nothing was about to go to sleep” you lie. Armin has an idea and comes closer to you, and begins to finger you. You gasp and look at him. “Are you okay?” Your boyfriend asks you through the phone. “Ye-yea I’m fine… oh my god” you say just as Armin starts to lick and suck your clit again, staring at you the entire time. “Call you later” you say quickly as you turn the phone and its sound off. Close to coming undone, you hold a grip onto his hair and have an unsteady breath. “I’m gonna cum Armin please..!” You gasp out and cum on his face. He pulls away, the bottom half of his face wet with your juices.

FAITRY © 2023. Please do not steal and/or plagiarize my work !

[sharkdenwrites]

Blog Revival Prompt List

Note: I will NOT write smut of underage characters, even if you ask for them aged-up. Just a comfort level thing, nothing personal.

I want to get back into writing fanfiction again, so I'm open for character x character or character x reader from the following fandoms:

Jujutsu Kaisen

Bungo Stray Dogs (ADA, PM, DOA)

I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

Obey Me! (x reader requests only)

Twisted Wonderland

A Date with Death

The Case Study of Vanitas

Persona 3/5

Heaven Official's Blessing/TGCF

Honkai Star Rail

(If x reader, be sure to include important traits of your insert. If not specified, readers will be defaulted to GN)

Prompts

Choose a song from a list, and I'll write a drabble inspired by the song !

List 1 (Fluff)

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

Strawberry Chainsaw (JAWNY)

After Midnight (Phoenix ft. Clairo)

Can I Call You Tonight ? (Dayglow)

Meet Me at Our Spot (WILLOW, THE ANXIETY, Tyler Cole)

Static Space Lover (Foster the People)

I Am Not a Stranger Here (Sparkbird)

Sunkissed (khai dreams)

Fear & Love (Dirty Heads)

Heaven is a Place on Earth (Belinda Carlisle)

List 2 (Angst)

Cigarettes Out the Window (tv girl)

Sun Bleached Flies (Ethel Cain)

Visions of Gideon (Sufjan Stevens)

Dissolve (Joji)

Ashes (The Longest Johns)

July (Sir Chloe)

Soundproof (Destroy Boys)

Romantic Homicide (d4vid)

Chamber of Reflection (Mac DeMarco)

give me back to the sky (Teen Suicide)

List 3 (Hurt/Comfort)

rises the moon (liana flores)

Sober to Death (Car Seat Headrest)

The Child You Were (Frances Aravel)

End of Beginning (Djo)

From the Gallows (idkHOW)

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me" (Fall Out Boy)

Cigarettes & Feelings (The Haunt)

Eventually (Tame Impala)

Curses (The Crane Wives)

Love Love Love (Of Monsters and Men)

List 4 (Miscellaneous)

affection (BETWEEN FRIENDS)

Bad Habit (Steve Lacy)

Cardiac Arrest (Bad Suns)

Don't Forget to Open Your Eyes (MISSIO)

Too Sweet (Hozier)

High on Humans (Oh Wonder)

Man to Man (Dorian Electra)

ringtone (100 gecs)

Kiss With a Fist (Florence + the Machine)

BITE (Troye Sivan)

[twodegenerateswritingstuff]

If reqs are open, can ya both share some Obey Me hcs plspls >.<

Random OM! hcs because y e s

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A/N: OMG anon you're in for a ride-

•Lucifer literally stole Mickey's colour scheme and didn't even credit him 😡

•Satan is in love with Globgogabgalab

•Solomon probably walks like a grandpa (hands at the back)

•Also he speaks in an Australian accent just for the funsies

•Asmo is my babygorl. He's the most babygorl of all the babygorls

•Luke's fave songs are Gwiyomi, Chiwawa, I'm a cha cha cha Chihuahua and I'm gonna bark at you (he just feels an attachment to them at a very spiritual level)

•Beel had once wore a traditional Punjabi outfit and he looked absolutely gorgeous in it.

•Asmo's fave aesthetics are Lovecore, Bimbocore, Barbiecore and Asmocore

•Mammon once stole Luke's fallen tooth just to see if the tooth fairy was real or not.

•Thirteen likes to watch Monster High and her fave singers are Scene Queen and Melanie Martinez.

•Once Solomon literally BIT Someone's shoulders because staring wasn't enough (lucky idiot)

•Mephistopheles likes watching MLP and his favourite pony is Flurry Heart

•Raphael's hair tastes like Maggi noodles.

•Luke secretly transforms into a chihuahua every full moon night

•Barbatos once wore a large chappal/slipper on his head just to make Diavolo happy.

•Once Diavolo and Lucifer were making out raw in Diavolo's office and Meph almost went inside (Dia and Luci didn't notice him) Meph was certainly traumatized but atleast he got some spicy news for the Anti Lucifer League 😈

•Diavolo's DDD ringtone is the MLP opening song.

•Belphie vents in a Disney Princess diary and writes with a pink glitter pen.

•Luke has a Pompurin bag and his favourite stuffy is a capybara wearing glasses.

•Beel and Belphie like to watch 'As Miss Beelzebub likes it' whenever they are in the mood to watch something together.

A/N (YET AGAIN): This is so messy omg😭 BUT YA ASKED FOR IT ANON

[viceroywrites]

reunions and opportunities - chapter ten

gary x fem!reader

both of you didn't get the ideal high school experience it would make sense that you both would be dreading the reunion.

little did you know how many doors would open after that.

ao3 version here - chapters on tumblr are slightly rewritten and restructured.

content warning: fic contains smut in later chapters. discussions of mental health including trauma and potential ptsd (aka gary is traumatized).

chapter ten

After a rather eventful evening, deep slumber hit Gary and you like a truck, both of you passing out shortly after a much needed cuddle session, forgetting to set your alarms for the busy days you had ahead.

You both awoke to the sound of the Game of Thrones theme song blaring from Gary’s phone, a ringtone he had set specifically for the Monarch. You tossed around for a bit before letting out a soft whine, lightly tapping the henchman’s broad shoulder, “Babe, your phone…” Groggily, the buff henchman fumbled around in the sheets, searching blindly before fishing it out from underneath the pillow.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice husky and deeper than usual.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. Do you know what time it is?” The Monarch’s dry, nasally tone replies back.

Gary blinks at his boss’ question, rubbing the sleep out of his heavy-lidded eyes as he pulls his phone away from his ear to check. His pupils quickly adjust to the light and widen at the sight of it being almost noon.

“Oh my god! Babe, wake up - you’re late!” The henchman sits up in bed, shaking your shoulders gently as you had almost fallen back asleep. You fumble for your own phone, gasping as you see the time and a series of texts from Sheila asking if you were okay. Instantly, you roll out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to get ready.

As the bathroom door shuts behind you, the Monarch stifles a chuckle, “Babe? Really?” Gary groans at his boss’ teasing, pulling on the jeans that he wore the previous evening. “Sorry, we can’t all be creative like you with your bajillion pet names for your wife.”

The light-hearted tone shifts as Malcolm mentions that his encounter with Red Death did not go as planned this morning. “Oh dude, it couldn’t have been that bad.” Gary mutters, anxiously glancing over his shoulder at the bathroom door as he hears the creak of your shower knob turning the flow of water off.

“I swear he could have killed me right on the spot just with his voice and stare, 21. Though can you believe he knows my work? I mean come on, this is the Red Death we’re talking about.” The Monarch remarks before cutting the conversation short, “Anyways, time to get to work, lover boy. Get your ass back here ASAP, we’re going to have to come up with a Plan B.”

Gary swallowed the lump in his throat, reality settling in that he’s back to his role as Kano. “R-Right.” You stepped out of the bathroom right on cue as the heavy conversation wrapped up, already dressed in your Guild uniform as you toweled off your damp hair. 

“Put the phone on speaker, 21.” Gary’s eyebrow quirked at the Monarch’s command, obeying his leader’s wishes. Your head tilts in confusion and Gary can only respond with a confused shrug himself.

“Hey, [Your Name], take your time, I texted my wife that you two lovebirds slept in and according to her, all you missed was another stupid Guild meeting.” Both you and Gary blinked at each other in surprise at the Monarch’s kind gesture.

“Thank you!” You chimed in and the Monarch chuckled in response, “No, no, it’s the least I could do… thanks for finally popping my loser henchman’s cherry.”

The Monarch let out a cackle, a shit-eating grin spreading across his features as Gary’s protests echoed from the other line, barely picking up you hissing to Gary  ‘How does he know?’ before he hangs up.

-

With caffeine in both of your systems, Gary and you reluctantly parted ways, leaving a soft kiss on his plump cheek as he opens the door of the black sleek car that pulls up to the Monarch residence for you before it whisks you away.

Before he can even ascend up the steps, Gary sees the Monarch, donning the civilian wear he wore for reconnaissance, standing at the door with a devilish grin. 

“Enjoy your evening, Romeo?” Malcolm ribs his right-hand man, elbowing him playfully in the side as Gary walks through the door. The henchman groans, “Seriously, how did you even know?”

“Come on, 21, I know the sound of a man’s voice following a night of passion with his lover.” The red-haired villain chuckles, patting Gary’s broad chest, “Also the fact that you actually took my advice and wore something other than that blue plaid button up you’re always wearing told me you were planning to get laid.”

“Alright, alright, enough about my sex life. God, that’s so gross that my leader knows about my sex life. Hey, wait, how did you know I was a virgin?” Gary asked before pausing the moment the Monarch gave him a pointed look. “You’re right, self-explanatory.”

The pair descended down the stairs into the Blue Morpho cave to brainstorm Plan B but not before the Monarch almost slipped on the knife Gary had carelessly thrown to the ground the day prior after his fateful chase from you.

“What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from?” Malcolm cursed, picking up the object and examining it closely. “I don’t remember your Kano costume coming with knives. Looks almost like my wife’s.”

“Probably because it is hers. My girlfriend tried throwing it at my head yesterday as she was chasing me down.” Gary sighed as the gears in the Monarch’s head began to turn before clicking and grabbing the henchman’s shoulders.

“21, did she get a close look at you? Do you think she suspects you’re Kano?” The Monarch said in a serious tone, his expressive eyebrows furrowing into a glare. Gary quickly shakes his head, attempting to wriggle out of the grip his boss had on him.

“Oh god, no! I don’t think I would be standing here if she had any inkling. All she said at dinner is that she suspects that Blue Morpho is doing the killing or that he has “something” over Kano’s head to get him to kill.” Gary stammered as he reflected that the latter part of your claim had some truth to it.

The Monarch looked in his henchman’s eyes for any trace of doubt and as 21 stared back unwavering, he released his grip and let out a sigh. “Alright, stay on your toes, 21. I need you in tip-top shape so I can relinquish my wrath onto Dr. Venture once again.”

“Right… So Plan B, maybe a hostage situation with his daughter and wife?” Gary suggested. 

The Monarch stared at him incredulously, “Are you kidding, the man would slaughter us in a second if we even laid a finger on his family?” 

Gary hummed and tapped his lip as he thought of a solution, “Well, what if we don’t actually take them? Maybe tell them to go to a friend’s house or maybe the in-laws for the evening?”

After some thought, the Monarch grinned, beaming with almost pride at his henchman’s quick thinking, “21, you’re a genius.”

–

“You’re kidding, right?” You say in disbelief at the sight before you.

“I wish I was…” Sheila patted your shoulder, taking in the sight of Watch and Ward dressed as Hank and Dean, Phineas Phage as H.E.L.P.E.R and an OSI agent that you were unfamiliar with, Hunter Gathers, dressed as Dr. Venture.

“Oh, I have to get a photo of this to send to Gary, this is pure gold.” You chuckle in pure shock and amusement as you whip out your phone, snapping photos of Watch and Ward who try to shield themselves from your camera.

After you’re satisfied with the ridiculous amount of photos you’ve taken, you take a seat next to Dr. Mrs. the Monarch by the pool, tilting your head, “So where are the actual Ventures? I’ve heard so many stories here and there about them from Gary.”

“Well, Dr. Venture is at Quizboy’s house, and then I think Shoreleave, he’s an OSI agent, took the Venture boys out to show them where the real fun in the city is.. whatever that means.” Sheila says with a shrug, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from her coat. The raven-haired villainess curses under her breath as she realizes she forgot her lighter. 

To her surprise, you fish out a pocket lighter from your coat, “You always step out for a smoke after our Meteor Majeure meetings when you’re stressed and look pissed if you forget your lighter in one of your other bags. Figured I’d carry one around.” You chuckle, lighting the cigarette that rests between her delicate fingers. 

Taking a slow drag, Sheila blows the smoke in the opposite direction of you before giving you a gracious smile, “Thanks, sweetheart. I swear you’re one of the only reasons I’m still sane with all this crap going on,” gesturing with her cigarette towards the shenanigans unfolding before you.

You chuckle, watching Hunter Gathers admonish Watch and Ward for breaking character, “I know it stresses you out dealing with all these air-headed villains but I know you love your job on the Council. I can tell from how you command the room and get everyone in order. I’ve honestly learned so much about the Guild and henching from the short time I’ve spent with you.”

“Well, if you can command a horde of over a hundred men dressed as butterflies, you can command any room you walk into.” Sheila chuckles before her gaze drifts to you, “You have the potential to do the same, sweetheart. Have you given any thought on what you want to do with your future with the Guild?”

You suddenly find the loose thread on the outer lining of your jacket interesting, toying with the material as you muddle over the question that has been weighing on your mind recently, “Well, I know  for sure I don’t want to go back to working with Wide Whale, I don’t know if I can go back to being just Sirena’s bodyguard and having to deal with those chauvinistic henchmen 24/7. They don’t even call me by my name half the time - just ‘girly’ or ‘lady’.”

Sheila gives your shoulder a sympathetic touch but before she can reply, Phantom Limb clears his throat behind you two, “While I’d hate to ruin such a tender moment between mentor and mentee, I’m afraid the council members need to meet to go over the plan for the evening, Councilwoman.”

The dark-haired villainess rises to her feet, helping you up with a reassuring squeeze on your hand, “We’ll talk later.” before following Phantom Limb inside.

–

Day quickly turned to night with the Monarch and 21 successfully executing phase one of their plan - just having come back from Red Death’s residence and changing out of the robes that Gary just so happened to have leftover from his DND campaign into their Blue Morpho and Kano costumes.

However, phase two had not gone as smoothly after Gary and the Monarch abruptly hung up the phone to their ransom call, following a Liam Neeson style threatening monologue from Red Death.

Breathing heavily in the claustrophobic pod, Gary contemplates how he ended up in this situation, only having genuinely feared for his life a handful of times in the many years of behind a henchman. As Red Death easily cuts through the pods with his scythe, the henchman immediately gets on his knees alongside his boss, begging for mercy and explaining the fake hostage situation. 

What he did not expect in return was a pep-talk from the wise villain. 

“But actually, how do you stay sane, knowing you killed people? Like doesn’t that consume you?” Gary questions as he offers Red Death a towel to wipe up the blood on his hands after killing and vaporizing the bodies of the villains he had locked up who decided to reenact the Saw Series in the basement bathroom. 

“I’m assuming you’re asking more how to keep it separate - this,” Gesturing to the Blue Morpho cave, Red Death remarks, “and your personal life.”

“I mean I’m sure it’s easier for you, your wife isn’t involved in the Guild but my girlfriend is… and with me being Kano, our relationship is starting off on the wrong foot with me lying to her face every day.” Gary sighed, rubbing his sore shoulder after the Monarch gave him a few, albeit weak punches to the soldier over not telling him about the bathroom.

“Well, it’s a balancing act, young henchman. All I can say are two things - remember where 21 ends and Gary begins. They’re both you, similar to how my bloodlust is a part of me, but it’s not all of me.” Red Death hums, handing back the bloodied rag before patting the burly henchman on the shoulder, “And I’ve learned that the key to a happy marriage is honesty. Eventually, this Blue Morpho escapade will end, and you and the Monarch will both have to face your partners with the truth. You get to choose whether you want to do it now or later.” 

“I do get to choose, don’t I?” Gary mused.

After Red Death leaves, Gary changes out of his Kano costume and spends the rest of the evening attempting to scrub off as much of the dried blood out of the porcelain tile as the Monarch requested, wanting to use the bathroom as soon as possible.

The henchman pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket, swiping through the texts that you had sent - Watch and Ward dressed as Hank and Dean, a selfie you took with Brock who appears to have begrudgingly agreed, and finally, an update text that you had made it home safely. His thick fingers type out the message, ‘Hey, can we talk about something tonight?’, hovering over the send button.

As he makes his way up the stairs, Gary freezes at the sight of the Monarch embracing his wife, who is fuming that she got ‘stood up’ by the Blue Morpho tonight. He sees the anxious look on his leader’s face as he has to lie to his wife, comforting her when he is the cause of her stress and frustration.

Gary ends up deleting the heavy text, heading up the stairs unnoticed. He instead types out, ‘Looks like someone had an eventful evening’, hitting the send button before flopping onto the mattress in his ‘room’, a currently unrenovated room in the Monarch residence.

Your response came in the form of a FaceTime call request, which Gary quickly answered, hoping to hear about your day as a way to distract himself. The moment your face pops into vision, his features soften, a smile breaking out as he admires your beauty through the tiny screen.

“Why hello, m’lady. Don’t you look cozy and quite ravishing I must say?” The henchman lays his compliment on thick, earning him a chuckle with a playful eye roll. 

“Yeah because your DND dice shirt on me totally screams sex appeal.” You tease, pulling the neck of the shirt up to reveal your nighttime attire that you had stolen from him a few days prior. 

“Well, you have this paladin wrapped around your finger.” Gary chuckles tiredly, raising his hand to rub his droopy eyes. The back of his hand comes into vision, flecks of red dotting across the back of his hand.

Your eyebrows raised at the sight in concern, “You didn’t fight at all today, right? Like no arches or any jobs you did to help the Monarch raise his EMA?”

“Yeah, why?” Gary questions, not realizing the traces of blood still on the back of his hand.

“I could’ve sworn you had blood on the back of your hand, Gare. I thought you were hurt,” You say softly, tilting your head as you wonder what it could be.

Gary’s eyes widen visibly as he glances at it before letting out a nervous chuckle, “O-Oh, that’s just red paint. Yeah, the Monarch wanted me to touch up some parts of his study and the house that Manolo missed.”

The henchman breaks into a cold sweat as he sees your perceptive eyes narrowing at his reaction but your gaze softens as you question why you even doubted him.

“Oh right, sorry… I just got worried for a second that you might have gotten hurt.” Your voice wavers slightly, biting down on your lap, “With the Blue Morpho still loose, it just makes me nervous about your well-being, especially considering that one time that the Blue Morpho slipped in and tranquilized both of our bosses.”

Gary relaxed slightly, almost forgetting that the Monarch pulled that stunt in order for them to arch the Doom Factory.

“Hey, if anything happened to me, I would tell you. Plus you’re more at risk than I am considering you’re out with Dr. Mrs. all the time,” Gary attempted to shift the conversation into a light-hearted beat, “Besides, look at me, I’m built like a tank compared to the Monarch and Dr. Mrs. It would take much more than a tiny tranquilizer dart to take me out.” 

A sense of relief rushes through Gary as you grin at his joke, “What do you think would take you out then? Bear tranquilizer?”

Gary lets out a tired chuckle, reaching back to let down his ponytail as he feels sleep slowly approaching, “Mm, that’s probably Samson level. Speaking of which, isn’t he wicked cool?”

You nod, letting out a soft yawn as you reach over to turn off your overhead light, the dim, moody lighting of the fairy lights strung about your room still illuminating your features.

“Super cool, I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow. Getting sleepy.” You hum, settling into your covers. “You should head to bed too.”

“Alright, I’ll let my m’lady get her beauty rest. Good night.” Gary sighed, reaching to turn off the light.

“Good night. See you tomorrow, m’lord.” You playfully blow the henchman a kiss which he cheesily catches and holds to his heart before you end the call.

As Gary lays in bed, he wonders to himself how much longer he can wait to tell you before sleep overtakes him.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #22

Leviathan: Do all American parties actually have those red plastic cups or is this a lie created by the movies

Leviathan: This has had like 65,000 notes and NO-ONE has answered

Luke: Because no one on tumblr has been to a party

•

Mammon: I went to an Arab-American comedy night and there was a Muslim guy making a joke about being in high school football

“I was hit so hard I saw Jesus. Do you know how hard you have to be hit to see somebody else’s god?”

•

Mammon: How did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant HOW DID TH

Satan:

English person: *points at an apple* Apple

French person: Non c’est une fucking pomme

*800 years of war*

•

Solomon: Hey man I haven’t heard anything from Beethoven in a while. Is he on hiatus or something?

Barbatos: Beethoven hasn’t heard anything in a while either

Lucifer: Too soon

Diavolo: HE DIED IN 1827

Satan: He’s decomposing

•

Leviathan: OMFG SO TODAY MY BROTHER’S PHONE WENT OFF AND HIS RINGTONE WAS SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND AND MY OTHER BROTHER STOOD UP AND SAID TURN THAT THING OFF IF I HEAR IT AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY TRACK DOWN RIHANNA AND EXPLAIN TO HER THAT DIAMONDS DO NOT SHINE THEY REFLECT

Leviathan: Do you think this is the right time to tell my brother he’s tumblr famous now

•

Asmodeus:

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ENTRANCE EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ORAL PRESENTATIONS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR GIANT ESSAYS

GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK

d(^u^)b

Mammon: How did you do the backwards ‘b’

Satan: Try the key next to ‘f’

Mammon: G

Barbatos: And here we see someone fried from exams

•

Mammon: “Mickey mouse it says you want to divorce Minnie because she was……extremely silly?”

“No I said she was fucking goofy”

Mammon: Please stop reblogging this I stole this joke from my brother

•

Solomon: A Mexican magician tells the audience he will disappear on the count of 3. He says “uno, dos…” *poof*…he disappeared without a tres

Satan: I’m mad as fuck this stupid ass joke amused me

•

Leviathan: I’m trying to figure out when “oh it’s midnight” turned into “oh, it’s only midnight”

•

Solomon: So my friend is a priest and apparently can’t deny when I ask him to bless something so I now have a blessed laptop, blessed loaf of bread, and blessed underwear

Solomon: I just asked him to bless this post and he did

MC: This post is officially the most holy post on tumblr. Use it to banish sins from your dashboard

•

Beelzebub: Sleeping is nice because you’re not actually dead and you’re not awake so it’s a win-win situation

Belphegor: It’s like being dead without the commitment

Satan: An open relationship with death

Simeon: Death with benefits

•

Asmodeus: So one time this asshole was harassing my friend and he gave them a note that said: “hey pretty wanna date me? Yes: smile No: backflip” and like the fucking badass they are and because they’re a gymnast, they got up and did a fucking backflip in the middle of class

•

Leviathan: My family isn’t home, you know what that means

*sits in living room instead of sealing myself away in my room*

Raphael: This is too accurate

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[istadris]

I really want to see Luigi call out E-Gadd but not in a way that Luigi just thinks about it before he hesitantly goes to him to do so in his lab cause that will lead to gaslighting.

Instead, I want Luigi to be in another ghost hunt but this time, he acts differently out of curiosity after. Instead of having his poltergust at the ready, he makes himself to not be a threat and makes conversation with the ghosts, which confuses them but they go along to see where this will go. They start to enjoy his company and get friendly with him. Then the boos, especially if they are of King Boo. He treats them to boo candy and after they become more happy from their sweet treat, he plays with them and the frights he gets from them don't make him panic as they are with playful intentions.

E-Gadd isn't happy that he captured no ghosts and is playing with them so he calls Luigi and starts bitching at him, interrupting the playtime and upsetting the boos, reminding them that they are meant to be enemies.

Luigi finally had enough and calls out E-Gadd, his words rolling off his tongue like water, the old man can't even get a word in and is shocked. After about 30 minutes of this, Luigi hangs up without another word and doesn't pick it up again, using the ringtone to dance with the boos even. He feels good after it, he realizes, he stood up to what he felt was right and could prove it.

Okay, that might be a hot take here : as much as I love the idea of Luigi befriending ghosts, and as much as I like poking fun of E.Gadd's sociopathic tendencies, I don't think E.Gadd would be that antagonising toward Luigi over ghosts.

After all in LM2 we see him start his day working happily with ghosts (granted, you could debate on whether the Dark Moon is a good thing or a mind-controlling stone he's used to keep ghosts in check) and in both LM2 and LM3, he's the first to rejoice when the ghosts stop being agressive. So while it makes for a good villain, it feels a bit unfair to shove it into that role, you know ?

Hear me out on what I suggest for this scenario

Maybe E.Gadd is chill with most ghosts, except Boos (which makes sense given how their king has treated him), so he's more cranky and unforgiving when it comes to Boos specifically.

Another option : it's not that E.Gadd is cruel, but for the man, science goes before everything : if he can test something on Luigi without his permission and he thinks it's worth it, he won't blink twice about it. So maybe Luigi would be asked to do something that even with his issues with Boos, he finds cruel to do, and that's where the rift starts.

Alternatively : maybe E.Gadd teams up or invites another ghost hunter/researcher, but that other person is even worse than E.Gadd, finding even sweet Polterpup a nuisance to neutralize. And Luigi is forced to obey this person but comes to realize even E.Gadd isn't such a jerk when dealing with ghosts, which makes *him* reconsider how he has treated ghosts so far.

In any case, I'd like to think that with his experience and thanks to Polterpup, he comes to realize that a lot of ghosts are pranksters at heart, especially Boos, and if you clap back as much as they do, they're less likely to be hostile.

[asarigg]

Hi hi !!! you've probably answered this already but what made you like kouao? Also your art is insane in the best way possible I absolutely LOVE how you draw these sillies

thank you so muuch 😭😭🥵🙏💕

Well honestly i wonder about that every single time because i don't have a specific something i fall in love with characters with. I don't like them because they fall into "friends to lovers" or "childood friends" tropes. They were just the best written ones (and that's saying a lot cuz uh i have complaints even about Koujaku's route).

I was really looking for something else than the fast satisfaction an ero game can give me and I can understand that that's the main attraction for some people. I'm not saying that I don't want/like the nsfw shit, I think that's quite clear already, I could make Koujaku's moaning my ringtone 😭 but I wanted that and something else, you know? And KouAo gave it to me.

I feel like a lot of people miss a lot of things about their relationship and their symbolism, which is like big part of why I like them. I mean one of my friends actually confessed to me that they saw Koujaku in a very superficial way before me getting the brainrot 😭

They're comforting characters, they fulfill each other's needs, they trust each other, and they have problems, they have some nice heartbreaking agnst, they have all I need. They're very versatile, you can have the most romantic heartwarming relationship with them, and the next second you can be writing some crushing agnst and both fit well. You can make them toxic as hell and it fits well (brat jealous koujaku-dependent aoba being canon is crazy and I love Sly learning to let Koujaku love him but he can also be an insane abusive piece of shit and I love them for that). Even the bad ending is top tier.

And same with their nsfw, Koujaku's always perceived as a vanilla mf, and I understand why. But I think he's probably someone you could do anything with, cuz the point of his relationship with Aoba is that he'd do anything for him, he'd kill himself for him if necessary. His head is filled with Aoba and that translates to bed. He'd do anything with Aoba, anywhere, anytime (we know he likes pushing and embarrasing Aoba I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to fuck him in the middle of an alley. I think the only thing stopping him from doing so would be consideration of other people lmao 😭).

If Aoba wants him to dom the hell out of him, he obeys and does it. If Aoba wants to power bottom, he obeys and lets him. If Aoba wants him to hit him and tie him, he obeys and does it (i think he'd be surprised of aoba, not sly, asking this, but ultimately would do it lmao). If Aoba wants to top him and bend him over a table, he obeys and takes it like a good boy.

anyway too much text enough rambling

[salmonvanillur]

these are the personalized ringtones + contact names I would give the Obey Me characters + short explanations and YouTube links

Luz - Venus or Surface Pressure Epic Version

Lucifer = Morningstar = Planet Venus

Surface Pressure is self explanatory but I would only use it assuming they have never seen Encanto bc Luz does not need that callout

Mi Mamón - Me Porto Bonito

I like the hc of Mammon being a bit of a fuckboy then short-circuits when he meets MC, even if he wasn’t he loves parties and stuff and also es Rey Latino 🤞

Lord of Shadows - Ruri Tunes Theme

originally it was Moonlight Densetsu but w Ruri Tunes out I figured in game the theme would be already the norm

Tan Tan - Meow Mix commercial OR Aristocats Theme

self explanatory except one is silly and one is a tad bit more “proper” so he wouldn’t be embarrassed or something

Azzie - if you seek Amy

“Love me, hate me, say what you want about me but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy”

the if you seek Amy part when said fast sounds like F U C K me

Bee Bee - Me Hele no Lilo

chose a song from this movie bc of stitch’s line “This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little and broken… but still good. Yeah, still good.” </3

Emo Boy - La Vaca

la vaca (moo) 🐄

Ariel - Part of Your World

royal redhead with lofty dreams, a strict father, and a loving yet slightly exasperated butler falls in love with human world ?? his song frfr

Barbie - Monochrome Kiss

one hell of a butler

The Sims - Cielito Lindo

another Latin king 🫶

Tiny - Chihuahua instrumental

instrumental so he doesn’t know or feel bad but like, chihuahua

Soleado- Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo

again both self explanatory and silly

Horse girl - MLP theme

^^^

That One Turtle - TMNT theme

^^^

Babygirl - Monster High Theme

you cannot tell me she wouldn’t love it, all three gens she loves them, has cosplayed River Styx

[chaotic-orphan]

Merry Whump of May, Day 31:

“Thin ice” : lighter // chronic pain // dead ends

Okay look, is it long? Yes, but does it make up for not doing the entire Merry Whump of May? Absolutely. This is all you’re getting, and if you are inconsolable as to why, we’ll it’s the last day of May, okay, enjoooyyy

*~*~*~*~*

It was early. Too early to be awake, but somehow Whumpee was reaching for their phone that was blaring their call sound and put it to their ear, mumbling a tired: “hello?”

“Hello Whumpee.”

Whumpee was out of bed at the voice. His voice. Bare feet padding on hard wood floor, and looking around their room for any sign of an intruder. Their heart pounding against their chest, suddenly wide, wide awake.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? My apologies.”

The phone was shaking in their hand, though they made their voice hard as they said: “I’m hanging up.”

A deep, reverberating laugh from the other end of the phone and Whumpee’s hand stopped shaking as ice flooded through their veins, sticking them to the floor, a shiver running up their spine.

“I have missed you, and your little adorable rebellious spirit.”

“Give me one fucking reason why—“

“And I see you’ve fallen back into bad habits in my absence. That just won’t do, Whumpee…” Whumper sighed and Whumpee had to stop the apology threatening to fall from their lips.

“How did you get my number?”

“I think the real question you should be asking yourself is how did I get your address?” Whumpee threw themselves at the window, grabbing the curtain in their hand and tearing it open. Eyes scanning left and right down their street and seeing no one. “No. Try again.”

Whumpee hung up, dropping the phone on their bed and listened. They put their ears to the floor, listening for any creaks, any sound. Breathing, anything. They jumped as the phone started ringing again and they just stared at it, breath coming out in short panicked gasps and fuck they were having a panic attack. Over a ringtone.

Whumpee reached with trembling fingers and answered the phone to a very pissed Whumper.

“Whumpee, Whumpee, why do you vex me so?” Whumper was singing down the phone gleefully and it made Whumpee want to scream. Whumpee walked to their door and opened it, peeking their head down the hall to the rest of their apartment.

If Whumper was here they would have heard his singing. Which meant Whumpee could breathe in peace for a few merciful moments.

“You’re not here,” said Whumpee, and then they listened again, quiet. Waiting.

Go on you bastard, call my bluff. Prove me wrong.

Whumpee could practically hear the smile at the end of the phone as Whumper said: “okay. Maybe I’m not, but I bet I made you poop your pants just a little bit.”

“You fucking sadist.”

“Watch your language, Whumpee. You’re on thin ice already, do you want that ice to break? I can pay you a personal visit if you keep testing my patience.”

“No!” Whumpee said, a little too quickly and Whumper chuckled again lightly on the other end of the phone.

“Good. So now that I have your attention… tell me. Did a little bit of pee come out?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Oh Whumpee. So difficult. And after I went through the trouble of leaving a gift for you. It should be at your door. Go fetch it for me first and open it on call, then feel free to hang up, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s ribs felt like they were caving in on their lungs as their eyes zeroed in on their front door. They walked down the half staircase of the loft and walked to the door.

A voice in their head criticising them for still obeying Whumper but they had to know. Had to know if they were there this morning. Had to know if they actually knew their address.

Whumpee’s hand reached up to the lock, then hesitated. What if this was just a trap? They’d open the door and Whumper would be waiting there in a blind spot.

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” Whumpee demanded and Whumper chuckled lightly.

“It’s not a trap. Why, you hesitating at the door like a little coward, Whumpee?”

Whumpee huffed out a breath and hated that Whumper still knew them so well. That they didn’t change since their time in Whumper’s care. That no matter how much they wanted to think they moved on, they were still trapped in the past with Whumper’s name stamped all over their skin.

So Whumpee opened the door, and poked their head out, looking left and right and seeing no one. Then they stepped out and looked over the railing to the car park and found nobody waiting. They finally set their eyes on the small box waiting outside their door and picked it up, walking back inside and locking their door.

“You have it yet? The anticipation is killing me.”

“Yeah,” said Whumpee, voice cracking. “I have it.”

“Well come on now, don’t leave me in suspense. The card first whumpee.”

And still Whumpee obeyed and tore the card away from the parcel, putting the phone on speaker phone and laying it on the table. Whumpee pulled the card from the envelope and saw a teddy bear looking sad reading: “Sorry for your loss,” in cursive letters.

Whumpee opened it and saw just an address inside. The inner card reading: “Here for you whenever you need me.”

“I’m not going to this address,” said Whumpee putting the card down and picking up the parcel.

“Well, not to make you eat your words, Whumpee but— are you opening the package? Oh good. I won’t spoil it the fun, keep going.”

Something heavy fell out of the package, hitting the carpet floor with a dull thud but Whumpee didn’t pay attention to that. Instead they stared at the photograph in their hand and they wanted to get sick.

It was Caretaker. Tied to a chair, arms behind their back head hung low and blood… so… so much blood and Whumpee wanted to cry and curse and scream. They said they got out. They said Whumper would never know. The idiot.

“What was that? You’re never coming to the address? Should I put Caretaker out of their misery then or?”

“No!” Whumpee said too quickly and shut their eyes. Realising too late their mistake. Their display of emotion. Pathetic. Stupid.

Whumper just laughed down the phone. “Good. I should see you soon then? Let’s say, twenty minutes? If I hear a siren, Whumpee, I’ll make sure Caretaker knows that it was your fault they have to die.”

“Whumper, wait. Twenty minutes isn’t enough time for me to—“

“Well how about you make it happen, Whumpee? A little incentive for you, every minute you’re late, is another cut for Caretaker hmm? How about that?”

“You fucking—“

“Do you really want to waste time with that foul language?” Whumpee hung up and resisted the urge to throw their phone at the wall. They ran upstairs, pulling on a hoodie and a grey tracksuit and their runners before rushing downstairs again and grabbing their keys.

They unlocked the door, eyes going back to the table where they left their phone. Then the shiny metal on the ground below it. It was a lighter. It was Caretaker’s lighter. Their heart broke a bit but the took the lighter with them and ran out the door, not bothering to lock it.

They’d get Caretaker free.

Just like Caretaker did for them all those months ago.

Whumpee expected to pull up outside a deserted industrial park where a single lone warehouse waited for them and Whumper watched their every move.

They didn’t expect to pull up to the poshest hotel in the city and have a valet take their car to the parking lot, handing them a ticket in return for their keys. Whumpee didn’t have time to question it, as they ran into the lobby looking for Whumper. They still had a few minutes. Surely, surely.

Two security guards with a sign in their hands reading: “Guest of Whumper” had all sorts of bad news written all over it. For one, the two security guards were twice as tall as Whumpee and twice as broad. They were also wearing ear pieces which they just knew were on a constant live feedback loop to Whumper.

Whumpee wanted to hesitate. To run the other way. To grab their car and go and never look back, but they didn’t have the time. Which is exactly what Whumper wanted. They wanted Whumpee panicked and acting rashly because that was easier to control.

So instead of running Whumpee walked over to the security guards and handed themselves over. “Your name?” One of them asked and Whumpee told them.

The guards nodded, then moved. One stepping in front of Whumpee and extending a hand to the elevator. “Right this way, Whumpee.”

When they got into the lift, Whumpee’s nerves flared up again and they got the sudden urge to run. All that energy stored in their legs, adrenaline pumping going nowhere… it would exhaust them before they even got to the danger.

One of the guards put a key into the lift’s door panel, and keyed in a code and all Whumpee’s best laid plans turned to dust right before their eyes. Their plan of getting in, outwitting Whumper and running into the sunset with Caretaker all dashed by a simple fucking key and an elevator that was taking them God knows where.

Instead of going up or down, the lift moved backwards and then up, and Whumpee swallowed hard, putting their shaking hands deep into their hoodie pockets. To at least hide how much they were shaking.

“We have been instructed to…” one of the guards began, then coughed slightly, almost embarrassed. Whumpee looked up to see the hulking brute blushing at the command they had been given to follow. It was the strangest thing Whumpee had ever seen, and they’ve seen everything that should have been buried in Whumper’s dark, dark imagination.

The other guard took up the slack, and said: “we were instructed to give you these. Our boss said you’d know what to do.”

Whumpee looked over their shoulder at the other guard who held up a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs and Whumpee rolled their eyes, staring forward again.

“I’m not putting those on.”

“I don’t blame you,” said the first guard, which prompted the second to elbow the first.

“The boss said you had to.”

“Well the boss doesn’t pay my salary,” said Whumpee matter of factly. “So there is no way I am putting those stupid things on.”

“He doesn’t pay you?” the first guard asked. “That’s rough.”

“Ron!” the second guard cried. “You’re not supposed to chat this much.”

“What the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” said Ron and Whumpee found themselves leaning towards liking the tall, strong security guard with morals.

“And when he finds out we haven’t carried out his orders to the letter guess who’s wages get cut?”

Whumpee’s heart dropped as they heard Ron sigh. “Ah shit. Sorry kid, but my daughter wants to go to college. Can you put them on?”

“No,” said Whumpee and prayed that the doors would open mercifully so Whumpee could flee the slowly shrinking metal cage that they were currently trapped in.

“Easy way or hard way, last chance to do it nicely,” the second guard said, warning and intent colouring their voice cold and still whumpee refused to play ball.

“Kid… there is literally no room to fight or flight right now, and I don’t want to get blood on my suit, so please? Put your hands behind your back. We’ll put them on loose, I promise,” and just because Ron said it so nicely Whumpee put their hands behind their back and fought the flinch at the sound of the handcuffs clacking on. They pulled their wrists apart, testing the metal, and swallowed when they realised there was barely an inch of give on each side.

The doors dinged and opened and Whumpee wanted to scream. If they just held out for five more seconds, they would have had control of their arms.

“Go on kid,” said Ron with a gentle push, and Whumpee let themselves be pushed. The other guard stayed in the lift while Ron escorted whumpee through the mansion hidden inside a hotel. That way it wasn’t like they were knowingly walking into the lion’s den. It was like it was against their will.

Whumpee didn’t even take in the extravagant decor or the winding halls they travelled before stopping in front of a black door. Of course the door was black. It was Whumper, of course the door was black.

“I was told to knock twice then leave,” said Ron and Whumpee nodded. Ron raised their fist to the door and stopped before knocking. “Hey, something’s not sitting right with me, so if you need the code for the lift it’s 7839, but you’ll need a key as well, I just…”

“It’s okay,” Whumpee nodded, committing the number to memory. “Thanks for that.”

“Yeah,” said Ron and then knocked twice. “Okay. Good luck.”

They needed a key. Whumpee needed a key to open the keypad and put in the code to freedom which they knew Whumper would never give them. Even if they somehow managed to grab it from Whumper, with their hands behind their back, they didn’t know which halls led to freedom and which one’s led Whumpee back to dead ends.

Whumpee steeled themselves as best they could.

Then the door opened.

*~*~*~*~*

@themerrywhumpofmay for the second and final time, your prompts were delightful, thank you for sharing them

[itzpris15634]

Bird From the Window (ft. Pepper, Penny, and Zoe)

Yet another day in Downtown City. The sun was shining, the birds were singing…

And Pepper wishes she could make them shut up. They're making this headache and sickness of hers worse.

Maybe it was the medicine she was force-fed that made her a bit drowsy, and unable to think well enough. Or maybe she was just plain grumpy.

Either way, Pepper decided to voice her thoughts, "Birds. Noisy. Kill it. Kill them all.

"…Kill?" Penny's voice shook with concern as she closed Pepper's underarm, letting the thermometer do its work, "Pepper, I think that'd be a bit much… we can just shoo them away!"

Zoe tentatively placed a hand on Pepper's forehead. She immediately retracted her hand when she felt just how warm Pepper was, "Oh dear! Penny, get a towel from that drawer over there and soak it in cold water. Pepper needs it."

"On it, Zoe!" Penny did a little salute and went off to obey Zoe's orders.

The sharp beep of the thermometer started up, signaling that it was done taking Pepper's temperature.

Ugh, another high-pitched annoying sound.

Luckily, it was gone quickly. Zoe pulled the thermometer out of Pepper's underarm, taking a look at the temperature.

"…39 degrees?! If your hot forehead wasn't enough to convince me to make you stay here, then 39 degrees definitely is." Zoe said.

Pepper took a little while to process the information. When she did, all she had to say was; "W…wuh? Oh… a-aCHOO-!"

"Here's that cold, wet towel!" Penny came in carrying said item, handing it to Zoe. Zoe spread the towel out and placed it on Pepper's forehead.

"There we go. Now, your plan for today is to rest. You'll be staying in bed, and Penny and I will stay here to watch over you!"

"But I… I have a big show today… The-" Pepper coughed, "The people… must hear… my comedy…my jokes!!"

"The people will get to hear it at your next show. But you'll have to cancel this one. Sorry, Pepper," Penny shook her head.

"The great Pepper Clark does… not… cancel…!"

"Shhh…" Zoe stroked Pepper's hair, beads of sweat shining throughout. Gentle fingers scratched at just the right spot in her scalp, making Pepper sigh. The sensation was so relaxing, maybe she could just…

The fingers were gone before Pepper could ask for more.

"Eugh, sweat…" Zoe wiped the salty liquid off her hand.

The sound of a high-pitched pop song filled the room.

God, no. Please no. Not the high pitched noises…

"Oh, excuse me, I've got a call to answer…" Zoe said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"…Your ringtone… is nightcore of one of your songs?" Penny asked.

"SHHH, don't mention it," Zoe hushed her friend as she pressed the answer button, "Hello? Yes? Oh, hello Russell dearie! You see, I'm a bit busy right now…”

Zoe's voice faded away into another room, leaving Pepper and Penny alone in this one.

"So, any special requests, Pepper?"

"Bird in the window, do something about it."

"Again with the bird in the window?"

"Y…yeah! Just make them quiet somehow. I want to sleep, but… noisy. Stupid birds. Hey, you've watched Adventure Time, right?"

"Um, a couple episodes, yeah?"

"Do the thing with like- the bird from the window. From the sandwich. Cook it. I'm not sure. Just make them shut up…"

"Oh wow, uh- okay, okay!"

"That is all… Now go forth. Complete your quest…"

That- and Penny's chuckle- is the last thing Pepper remembered before she fell into a state of nothingness.

-

The nap didn't do much to make Pepper feel better. In fact, she probably felt even worse.

She groaned, placing a hand to her head in an attempt to make the pounding stop.

Well... it was quiet now. The birds were gone. How long do they stay on windows anyway? What time was it?

"Oh, Pepper! You're awake!" Penny cheerfully said, opening the door to let herself into the bedroom. Pepper noticed the tray Penny had in hand.

"Whaddya wa… what is it?”

Penny took her place in the chair next to Pepper's bed. She set the tray on the bedside table, "So, thing is- Zoe had to go out. The boys and Minka need her for something. So I offered to stay here and look after you!"

"Wow, that's awesome, Penny," Pepper felt herself smile. Through this sickness, it was comforting to have at least one friend there.

Curious about the tray, Pepper said, "So, uh… Whatchu got over there?"

"Oh, yes! These. First, we got your medicine- you can take these later, just so long as it's within the day."

"Mmm... medicine..."

"And this big water bottle whenever you get thirsty!" Penny lifted the bottle up to show Pepper, "I'll place it right here. Remember, hydration is important, especially now that you're sick!"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Hydration." Penny's words only barely got through Pepper's mind.

"And, lastly, I have you some nice, warm noodle soup! With bird from the window, just as you requested!"

That got Pepper's mind into gear.

"Wait, what?" Pepper jolted up from her laying flat position. The (now very warm) towel from her forehead flopped onto her blanket, "I don't know what sleepy drugs I was on back there, but my lord I didn't think you'd take my request seriously-"

Penny giggled, "No, silly, of course I wouldn't! It's just normal chicken, don't worry about it."

"Oh. Phew. Okay." Pepper sighed. Feeling a bit better, she also started to giggle, "Hah, good one, Ling."

"Coming from a comedienne? Aww, I'm honored!" Penny smiled. She took the towel from its spot on the bed. The spot on the blanket where it had been was starting to get soggy.

"Now, I'll leave you alone to enjoy the soup. I'll be back in a bit with a newly soaked cold towel, okay? Call me if you need anything!"

"Yeah, aighty then. See ya…"

With that, Penny was up up and away.

"Hehe, bird from the window. I'll have to make do something with that later..." Pepper chuckled to herself as she stuck her fork into a meat chunk from the bowl, ready to eat it.

Huh. If the pieces are this tiny, that must have been a very small chicken…

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Day 12: birdsong

I'm aware that Downtown City is most likely somewhere in the United States or something. That will not stop me from using Celsius.

Edit: My god the amount of errors I found and the amount edits i’ve made. Grrrr school makes me tired. I forgor proofreading

[blissfullyapillow]

Kiss me through the phone

Kiss me through the phone

Genshin Impact

Alhaitham, Tartaglia, & Wanderer x gn reader

Wc: 1,534

Notes: Fluff, Wanderer came home <33, I reference a character from Obey Me in Wanderer’s part but I won’t say who (even though it’s obvious), and yes this was inspired by the song <(￣︶￣)>

Back to Main Masterlist

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My phone buzzes in my pocket, accompanied by a familiar ringtone.

I take my phone out of my pocket and look at the caller ID lighting up the screen.

Oh, he’s calling. But why?

I told him five minutes ago that I’m almost done with work for the day. Why is he calling now? Despite my confusion I can’t contain the small smile that lights up my features as I stare at his name lighting up my phone screen. I answer my phone and press it against my ear.

“Hello?”

Alhaitham

“I thought you said you were almost done for the day?” Alhaitham never fails to sound condescending. Even so, I can hear an undertone of concern in his words.

“I just finished up. I’m leaving now.” I tell him. I pack up my things as I stay on the line, and he remains silent. As I’m walking, he speaks up again.

“I miss you.” That stops me dead in my tracks.

I blink once. Twice.

“Did I hear that correctly?” I splutter. I’m flabbergasted that Alhaitham would admit something like that without making it sound like I'M the one who missed HIM.

“I thought you would be competent enough to understand the meaning of my words without a demonstration, but it seems that’s not the case. Come outside.” Is all he says before I hear the line go dead. 

Come outside?

I can’t help but feel giddy as I practically run outside to see what awaits me. I’m pleasantly surprised to see Alhaitham waiting for me outside my workplace.

“Come here. Clearly you require a demonstration.” It’s almost as if he’s chastising me for making him demonstrate the meaning behind his words, but the soft blush dusting his cheeks reveals that he’s only putting on a front for his sake.

I waste no time running into his open arms. His strong arms wrap around me and a feeling of safety and security overwhelms my senses. I release a blissful sigh as Alhaitham rubs a comforting hand up and down my back.

“I miss you.” This time I know I heard him correctly, and I giggle at how cute he’s being. “Even though you texted me five minutes ago? And you had me send you a voice message? AND you asked to video chat only to act all pouty when I said-“ Alhaitham doesn’t let me finish teasing him.

He’s quick to raise my head and initiate a savory kiss between the two of us, regardless of potential onlookers or passersby. “Don’t get sassy with me. You’re the one who occupies my every thought. If anyone’s to blame it’s you.” I chuckle at the serious look on his face, and I kiss his nose in a tender display of affection.

“Mhm. Of course. Shall we go home now? I wanna cuddle with you as you read your nerd books.” Alhaitham scolds me for calling his books ‘nerd books’ but he reluctantly releases me from his hold nonetheless.

Without a moment of hesitation he interlocks our fingers and we begin walking home. I cherish the soft look in his eyes as he complains about the idiotic higher ups at the Akademiya, and their utter incompetence to understand the simplest things. 

I adore the way he affectionately squeezes my hand when I laugh at his ruthless jabs.

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Tartaglia

“Hey girlie. Where are you? I miss you y’know.” I blush when I hear the silly way he says “girlie” and I start giggling when he starts whining for me to come home on the other side of the phone.

Gosh. I love this silly man.

“I just got off. I’m on my way home; I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I abate Ajax’s whining.

“Alright. I’ll be waiting!” Ajax abruptly hangs up. I look down at my phone in confusion. Wasn’t he the one who called me, pleading with me to return home?

Whatever. I’ll see him soon enough.

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I make it to our front door and take out my keys to insert it into the lock. Before I can even get the key into the hole the door springs open.

I jump back in surprise and place a frightened hand against my chest.

Standing on the other side is Ajax’s beaming smile and starry puppy eyes as he takes in the sight of me before me. “Honey, you’re home!” Ajax is quick to envelope me in his strong arms.

He nuzzles his fluffy hair against the side of my face, and my heart swells with happiness. “I couldn’t wait for you to get home, so I distracted myself by making your favorite food. Come, eat! I also bought some of your favorite snacks. We can eat them after dinner if you’d like while we watch a movie.” Ajax pulls me inside and shuts the door behind me.

He follows me as I enter our shared bedroom and  change clothes. I have to fight him off as he gets a bit handsy, but it isn’t long before we’re sitting across each other and eating my favorite meal.

“Ajax! This tastes amazing. I’m impressed.” I compliment his cooking as I savor the meal in front of me.

“Only the best for you Y/N.” I look up at this sincere tone and admire his flushed cheeks as he leans on his propped hand. He fixes me with a soul searching stare, and I take the opportunity to stare deep into his eyes.

I can see his contained excitement as well as the underlying affection in his eyes. “Finish your meal. I can’t cuddle you while you're eating.” He scolds me.

I try not to choke and quickly drink something. “Shouldn’t you be raving about your cooking skills and encouraging me to savor this delicacy?” I ask. “Normally I would but right now I just want you in my arms. So, I hate to say this but hurry up.”

I blink owlishly at Ajax. He can’t be serious, can he? But his impatient finger tapping against the table next to his already finished meal says otherwise.

I waste no time in finishing the food and thanking him again. He quickly wisks away the dishes as I make my way over to the couch.

It only takes a moment before he plops down next to me on the couch and his scent envelopes me. I find myself in his arms as he puts a movie on the TV. He begins telling me about his day with the harbingers before he asks me how mine went.

As we converse over the wonderful little joys in life, I finally feel like I’m home in his arms.

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Wanderer

“You’re late.” Is his form of greeting.

I end the call.

I call him again and he answers on the first ring. “Excuse me, worm? You bet-“ I hang up again. I chuckle to myself since this time I don’t have the chance to call him back. His caller ID lights up my screen and I let it ring for a second before I pick up. 

I stay silent and wait for him to say something. A beat passes before he speaks. “I’m sorry. I miss you. Come home.” He whispers.

His soft tone catches me by surprise and I unintentionally swoon at his cute demeanor. “Aww. You sound so cute.” I hear him mumble incoherent words to himself, but he doesn’t reprimand me for calling him cute. “Where are you?” He asks me.

I open our front door as my answer. I see him swivel around a few feet in front of me. I watch in amusement as he ends the call and swiftly makes his way over to me. His arms find their way around me, and I’m finally where I belong.

“Home.” Is my sweet answer to his previous question.

He drags pulls me along with him until we’re in our shared bedroom.

I gasp when I see the beautifully decorated makeshift pillow fort in our bedroom. The fairy lights he set up around the room sparkle and give the room an amorous glow.

I notice an array of snacks and books lying in the fort. My heart skips a beat when I realize they’re the snacks I said I was craving before I left for work. I run inside the pillow fort and embrace the fluffy pillows. “Wanderer, I love this!!” I squeal.

I look back at him and watch as he makes his way inside, his face a beautiful shade of pink that contradicts the smirk on his smug face. “I thought you could use some relaxation after a long day of work. You called me to complain earlier didn’t you? This is a great way to destress and kick off the weekend.” He hums thoughtfully to himself and embraces me in his arms.

He presses a sweet kiss against my lips before he takes his place by my side. He wraps an arm around me as I lean against him, and I decide to play otome games on my phone as he comments on my romantic tastes.

“This is who you’re going for?” Wanderer clicks his tongue in an obvious display of judgment. “Leave me alone, okay? Look how gorgeous they are like-“ I go to the cards I have for the game and show off my favs.

Wanderer continues to watch my gameplay, and he expresses his obvious distaste for the character he dislikes. “He literally killed you, why do you like him so much??” “Like? Darling, I love him.” “You can do so much better.” “Oh yeah? With who?” “Me, clearly.”

And that’s the end of the conversation as his warm lips envelope mine, and my otome game is soon forgotten as our lips entangle in a loving embrace.

[imamonsterfxcker-sorry]

WTF WAS THAT FIRST LESSON?! RANT ABOUT OBEY ME: NIGHTBRINGER

Okay first, the intro fucking slapped. I'm making that my new ringtone.

Secondly, everything seems pretty much the same to the OG but in all honesty the Ruri -Chan mini game, I'm not a fan of. Didn't really care for it but I gotta deal with it i guess.

Also I'm really into the vtuber vibes of the characters and really like how more interactive the DDD is now.

Also the lag, idk wether it's my signal or the fact that the game just dropped but the lag during the tutorial. Literally had to stop playing cuz the game kept getting stuck on a tutorial and wouldn't load.

‼️ SPOILERS ??‼️(not really but ik some people will get mad probably)

If you haven't played yet or don't want to see anything yet keep scrolling!

First off wtf barbatos? My guy? Why you doing this to us? (But the little peak into his backstory was awesome ngl, really liked that)

Secondly I swear next time Solomon calls I'm bitch slapping that fucker for hanging up on us like that.

Also anyone like low-key sad about the time period we got teleported to? Like they are fresh out of war, like i believe a couple of hours or even a day has passed since everything ended and i know they're hurting from what just happened and now they have to deal with us?

Like wtf is Barbatos planning?? Bc it was never really stated for how long Barbatos worked for Diavolo, like did he start working for him before the war, after the war? (Correct me if I'm wrong but only thing I know is how he stared working for Diavolo) because regardless where we are, this man already knows why and how we got here so is he not gonna say anything to the Prince and the Brothers if we bring it up?

And lastly now WE are in charge of THEM?? Love that lol but why can't they tell we're human? I mean i know Asmo mentioned we smelled good, so maybe that might come up later on and I'm just being impatient lol but for now they think we're a demon so... Low-key got a bit confused there