#very sharp meeps

[vole-mon-amour]

a concept: a tiefling that wraps their tail around their partner (leg/arm/waist) when jealous, but often not realizing it. so it can lead to pretty interesting reactions by their partner and by the person their partner is talking to.

following the same logic: wildshape!Astarion sitting on Halsin's shoulder.

if a cat, then he's sitting there like a king, whipping his tail whenever he's annoyed, hissing/growling when angry. if the position allows him, he swaps his paw (full of sharp little daggers) at a creature/person he's dissatisfied with. sometimes he succeeds to draw blood from them (that is before Halsin learns his moods and antics and prevents that from happening. still, sometimes Catstarion is still faster. he can have The Talk with Halsin later—if he needs to, because sometimes that creature/person acfually deserved it.)

if a bat, he's hanging upside down with his claws holding onto Halsin's clothing. meeping in a very rude manner when he dislikes something, flapping his wings in an attempt to at least get that person to step away. or, if he's in a stealth mode, he sneaks up to them, bites them (that little flying menace) and leaves them to be. a bat's saliva and bite can be quite dangerous, so if they didn't notice, which can also happen, they can die a horribly painful death. and Astarion knows that and enjoys that. :) and when he's hungry, he can simply kill two birds with one stone with his bite.

[themeeplord]

Hi, Meep :) I was looking (once again hehe) at your cryptid boys design and I noticed that they have one pretty sharp claw on their feet. Is that a spur or is it another special pinky kind of deal? I love picking your brain about anatomy for your monsters, hope that's alright ❤️ Anyways, hope your day is going good, babe!

Hi Naff! ❤️

You know I can't say no to anatomy questions! And I definitely cannot answer them simply ether XD

Let's talk demon paws!✨

My cryptid boys' feet are very theropod dinosaur like, but with all 5 toes intact instead of the typical 3 full toes + 2 vestigial/reduced toes.

The big sickle-shaped claws are not spurs, they're huge claws attached to the innermost digit of their feet. They act pretty much the same as a Dromaeosaur's sickle claws, but they're placed a little differently.

These claws are mostly used for pinning down things on the ground. They're also great slicing and stabbing weapons if the arms are occupied, injured or pinned.

These claws are always suspended above the ground, even in their most relaxed state. This keeps them from getting dull and dirty.

Range of flexibility:

And some extra doodles cause I like drawing these paws X3

Thank you for picking at my brain! XD I love having to put everything anatomy related that's in my head into text and drawing form, it's a very fun exercise!

Aww! My day is going well, I hope yours is too❤️❤️❤️

[whothehellisrosee]

The meep being evil was such a plot-twist dude like

AWWWWW you’re so cute and squishy and soft and ARRGH YOU’VE GOT VERY SHARP TEETH

[hazey-moonlight]

"Peace is the ultimate punk revolution, where love overpowers hatred, and strength lies in understanding and acceptance."

-Moup

Moupeth Doodlesnap is the childhood friend of Meeptah Moonsmoke. He's 27 years old and is bisexual.

He is a drummer and a singer, he plays other instruments as well.

He's a bigger build and about as tall as Wambus. He's only got those two sharp teeth sticking out when his mouth is closed. His hair can be any colors and any style, as long as it's short. Despite how spikey he looks he's actually very soft.

He cares deeply for Meeptah and doesn't care for Floofty, since their winning Meeps affections.

His intense, smoldering eyes hold a glint of mischief, keeping others guessing about the secrets hidden behind his punk facade.

But beneath the exterior lies a heart as tender as a melody.

He fiercely protects his friends and loved ones, always ready to offer a listening ear or a helping hand.

His aloofness often melts away when spending time with those he cherishes, revealing a vulnerable side that contrasts his tough exterior.

Despite his affinity for punk culture, Moup is a deep thinker and an artist at heart. He channels his emotions into his music, filling the room with raw energy every time he picks up his guitar. His lyrics often echo the struggle between the chaos of their genre and the sensitivity within, blending vulnerability and rebellion into harmonious chaos.

Original design by @flooftyfizzlebeans

[naffeclipse]

I needed to process everything so it took a bit to get this finished. (and some personal stuff delaying it further, along with me just being slow,, sorry,, and I'm sorry these are SO LONG! I have so much to say and still there's more! Sorry for giving you comments that look like essays..)

Naff, I can’t tell you properly with just words how much I��ve enjoyed Cryptid Sightings, it’s been nearly all I’ve been thinking about since late october last year! I think you might have an idea of how obsessed I’ve been X3

Before I start with my reactions and rambling I just also wanna tell you that this ending is PERFECT, it’s such a satisfying and beautiful ending to such a wonderful and gripping story. It leaves you with more than enough to make you wonder what might happen next but still to a very satisfying degree. It sticks with you in the best way.

Alright here we go! *rubs hands together*

You still spit darkness. Occasionally, Sun reaches over to wipe away a black tear that sprung from your watery eyes.

I love how traces of the possession stays behind, reminding you of what the horrors you were put through. It’s so dark and horrifying. It also makes me think, are all of Glitchtrap really gone? Does this substance still count as part of him? A part of him that sticks to you until it’s all expelled and can dissolve, or does it stay around even after that.

Just thoughts.

A weak smile decorates Vanessa’s lips before you coax her to try and eat a chocolate granola bar you have stashed. She refuses, almost crying violet tears.

There’s more of the fluid,, also I wanna give Vanessa a hug,, I hope she’ll still be able to make her tea! :’0

The doctor becomes a little pale when she spares a glance at the robot, but you’re pretty certain Moon didn’t scare her too much.

In the end, no hospital employee tells him to leave.

Oh I’m sure he didn’t scare them too much, dude just gave them the demonic grin and eyes they give everyone that comes in the way of them and their heart, no biggie!

You can’t linger on what would have happened if you had succumbed to the vampire bite.

HEHE! WE KNOW!! >:D

I love this throwback!! I NEED to reread The Lost Episode, along with the rest of the fic!!

You return, and don a t-shirt that reads ‘Everybody gangsta ‘til the pants start walking’ with a cartoon depiction of the Fresno nightcrawlers. Moon’s grin widens. Vanessa wants to know how you keep finding shirts like that.

I wanna know too!!!! I NEED Y/N’S SHIRTS!!!!!!

She reaches up and rubs her eyes. You contemplate pulling over but she lifts her head. The wetness in her eyelashes is clear and bright.

There we go, clear tears at last. She and the rest of them still have so much to recover from, but at least they’re not haunted by the presence of Glitchtrap anymore. I’m just hoping there aren't any more traces left hiding away somewhere.

“I trust them with all my heart.” You say it simply and ardently.

aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAWAWWWAWAAWAAAAAA!!!!!!

“I would hope it’s quite obvious, little hunter.” His fingertips move to press against the small of your back. On reflex, you work your arm around his slender waist and hold on. He lightly dips you down. “But since there have been habits of missing what’s right in front of you, allow me to be perfectly clear.”

FJKGHDLSJKFGHDFJKGHADKJFGHLKÖGJÖGKLHADLFJK Way to call them out!! But aaa this is soooo cute! And I’m getting emotional from it too just AAAAAA!!

“I’m sorry, I’ve never danced with anyone before,” you admit. You feel lightheaded and connected to earth, all at once.

Moon spins you around to face him. His grin is sharp as he utters, “Good.”

KJHJKHDLKJFGHDSLLKDFJHGL “GOOD” XD

I love them, I love them so much!!

“Are you sure you want to give it to me?” you caution, unsure if you’re demanding something that is not yours.

The deep laugh, hearty and raspy, echoes from their wide jaws.

“If we had a heart, we would give it to you.”

Live Meep reaction: *Wailing and bawling on the floor* Where have they learned to talk this sweetly?!? AAAA I WANNA SQUEEZE THEM!!!!

Their first kiss saved you. You can only imagine what their second kiss will do to you.

I’m. I’m normal about the fact that their first kiss saved their life. I’m.. I’m normal. So normal…

Actually. NO.

I’m shaking you Naff!!! You made us wait until the second to last chapter until we got the first kiss! And it SAVED Y/N’S LIFE!!!!! And still you didn’t even give us a nice one with no threat looming around it until THE LAST CHAPTER!! NAFF I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THAT!!!!

Tlehoolcha! There it is! Tlehoolcha!! We’ve waited so long and here it finally is! Tlehoolcha!!! I love their beautiful name!! It’s so otherworldly and it fits them so well! I love to say it too! Thank you for helping us pronounce it correctly and letting us hear you say it with your wonderful voice ❤️

“Are you scared?” they rasp.

“No,” you whisper. “I care about you so much. It makes my heart do weird things.”

OH IF THAT AIN’T A MOOD ASJDHADFSDGJK

aaaaaaaaAA my heart!!! This melts me to the core!! I’m just,, I have so many feelings towards these two,, Them being happy together is all I wanted and here we are!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also man I hope Vanessa will be able to get her own truck and airstream or just place soon, for her own good ya know pdjdhfhdjdj XD

Aaaaand of course, The X-Files fkngaklfdjghldfkj

The last sentence has me melting into my cushions..

Naff.

NAFF.

This ending!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! GOSH I WANNA HUG YOU!!!!!

A fun thing that comes with a story ending is that you can finally see it all in its full glory! I’m turning the whole of Cryptid Sightings around in my hands and looking at every detail, I’m squeezing it and shaking it like it’s a beloved stuffed animal!! I love being able to see it all through from beginning to end, it all fits together so neatly and aaaAAA I LOVE ALL OF IT!!! I’d LOVE to have a physical copy of it, I wanna hold it all in my hands!!

Lovely chapter as always!! Thank you Naff for this beautiful gem, this has been a fantastic journey and I cannot wait to see what worlds you’ll invite us to next! <3

Ah, Meep! Please don't apologize for being 'slow to read' the fic is always there when you're ready ♥ I also love essay-like comments so don't you worry about that! :D

There's so much that makes me scream in joy that you commented on, especially the little details and, hehe, the ending scene between Y/N and the boys! I'm so happy you love their name ;-; I was nervous to share my voice but I do want people to be able to pronounce it right! It's very important to me ♥

Ahhh, thank you, Meep! I am smooching you *mwah* I love and appreciate all the fanart you've created and I adore your designs of the cryptid boys, and you are such a big inspiration and supporter. Thank you, babe!

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 4 Round 2 Poll 8

Lavender vs Meep

LAVENDER

A very soft black cat with big yellow eyes and knife sharp claws, who couldn't kill a fly if she tried (she's tried. it was cute to watch, but it got away) but can and will knead your skin until it bleeds! Also she carries her worm on a string toy (the clear string was cut off for safety) in her mouth like either her baby or her prey (submitter can't tell!) when she wants to play. She is loud. and keeps submitter sane enough to function.

MEEP

She is a Maine coon that submitter's family took from their neighbor bc they were abusing her and she is very sweet and loving. She enjoys running and tall places and is very nosy

[h0munculus-heart]

Doctor who thoughts

SPOILERS AHEAD

The theme song WE ARE SO BACK. The title animation is also gorgeous. Not sure I like the marvelfication at the start tho (whoniverse???).

LOVE Tenant and Tate back on our screens. They own every scene they are in together. Picked me up from 2008 and dropped me right back again to pick up where we left off. love that tenant’s doctor is a little different this time. The writing is mostly comically sharp and very RTD (we have a news report!!!). Much improved.

The meep is a cool villain and Miriam killed as the voice. Where did the doctor find that wig though???

Not sure I liked the op sonic screwdriver (projections?) new tardis is very cool (that last scene was magical!!).

I would have liked more screen time with Rose at the beginning to get to know her character a little better. Some of the lines were a little clumsy and some of the pacing was a little OH WE’RE right in now we’re doing this. That said I think RTD has a plan for the overarching plot which I am excited for!

[chimerabytes]

ok. so im changing my diablo s/i to be a necromancer. And im gonna name them Inari. for two reasons

1- the Inarius set rocks so fucking hard. Heavy Metal Death Priest on your doorstep asking if they can borrow some sugar

2- partially inspired + named after the kami of foxes. Because I love foxes, meep meep!

Inari has always had a love of the strange, the unusual and the grotesque. They're incredibly proficient with death, and often keep forlorn dead spirits as company. Their parents believed Inari to be cursed and cast them out of home, where they then proceeded to seek out the teachings of master Necromancers for aid. Inari lived with their grandmother during this, finding solace in her comfort as she accepted them for who they were, and accepting their talents. Eventually Inari began travelling around throughout Sanctuary to offer their services for consoling families of dearly departed and deceased, as well as cleanse spirits believed to be evil.

Some particularly benevolent spirits have taken to Inari's kindness so well that they decided to travel with the Necromancer as ghostly companions.

Unfortunately... Inari began offering their services just as undead began rising throughout the world. As a result, Inari was often seen as an omen of death rather than a bringer of light and comfort. Such is the scorn that plagues Necromancers. Inari makes no quick motive to dispel these concerns, finding the thought tiring.

Inari likes to keep exotic pets, and has taken up gardening as well. They dabble in many artistic hobbies, being an enjoyer of music and many other arts. They consider their works patronage in remembrance of the dead. Because, somebody has to remember all of them. Especially those who deserved to walk the waking world just a little bit longer.

Throughout their adventure and learning to accept the responsibilities and burden of being a Nephalem, Inari met Imperius. Imperius originally scorned them, hateful of their abilities and believing the Necromancer to be demonspawn. Even after the completion of Act 5 with Inari saving Westmarch with the help of Tyrael and the Horadrim, it takes an excessively long time for Imperius to warm up to them.

But its very clear that his sharp demeanor was nothing more than a façade to hide his true thoughts. As the course of Act 5 runs its duration, Imperius softens considerably. Of course, he does not say anything outright at first. But he opens to Inari and their unique talents, slowly beginning to think their life pursuits are quite noble, and treating Inari with remarkably better attitude.

Inari is often found lounging in Caldeum's great libraries, including all of Zoltun Kulle's forbidden archives. Inari made a deal with Kulle for allowing them access to his swathes of knowledge in return for finding Kanai's Cube for him. (Inari definitely got the better end of the bargain. Kulle is surprisingly generous after coming back not once, but twice. He did owe them a large favor anyway.)

Over time, angels and demons alike come to respect them and admire Inari. They treat even the cruellest of beings with kindness, wanting to give others what they want back, even if they give way more than they take.

... I know this got really long but I'm just thinking about them way too much at the moment

[indulgentia]

@𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒒𝒊𝒏  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅：  

It was his birthday---it was very important and so while his garou was still sleeping it came with them out under the moon Sizhui knew. He cooked, a favorite meal, a birthday cake and most importantly there was a silk wrapped gift on the table, something he had made for his beloved. A fetish that would protect him when carried it, the magic recharged under the moon. A bounce on the bed and a meep "A-Ling...happy birthday." the food set next to him.

                    ✧・ﾟ:*  〈  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏�� ( 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ) 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!  〉 *:・ﾟ✧

He  leans  forward,  almond  eyes  blinking  once,  twice,  several  times,  sharp  features  adorned  by  a  countenance  of  apparent  INDIFFERENCE,  although  overflowing  TENDERNESS  filled  that  creature  so  little  given  to  demonstrations  of  INTIMACY.  At  that  point,  after  so  much  time  of  seemingly  peaceful  coexistence  and  mutual  COMPANIONSHIP  with  such  tremendously  different  species,  there  should  be  no  longer  anything  worthy  of  SURPRISE  between  the  two  at  this  rate.

In  retrospect,  this  is  perhaps  his  most  UNUSUAL  birthday  ever:  His  family  has  always  been  eager  to  respect  each  and  every  TRADITION  and  FORMALITY  that  high-ranking  members  of  the  tribe  might  need  to  endure  through  their  lives.  And  even  now,  what  surprises  him  the  most  is  receiving  such  a  simple  thoughtful  gift,  instead  of  having  to  wear  the  SKIN  of  some  poor  animal  in  some  RITUAL  under  the  moonlight.  Such  a  thought  ends  up  pulling  out  of  him  a  small  chuckle  of  amusement  with  the  present  context,  albeit  still  remaining  a  bit  UNCERTAIN  of  how  to  react:  It’s  all  so  simple  and  intimate  that  every  second,  every  detail  is  carefully  ENGRAVED  in  the  heart  of  this  creature  of  such  a  young  age,  but  more  accustomed  to  RAGE  and  BRUTALITY  than  to  moments  like  this.

Garou  sits  down,  still  somewhat  dumbfounded,  before  taking  the  small  object  in  his  hands,  carefully  EXAMINING  every  aspect  of  it,  as  if  he  wanted  to  make  sure  it  was  something  real:  so  well  made  and  so  careful.  But  before  he  could  even  articulate  any  other  thoughts,  the  unfolding  events  brought  him  back  to  reality,  somewhat  surprised  but  trying  to  maintain  a  COOL  FACADE  as  his  confident  speech  breaks  the  silence: 

❛❛ This  attention  to  detail  of  yours  truly  is  IMPRESSIVE.  The  elders  would  KILL  for  magic  as  intricate  and  delicate  as  this  one. . . ❜❜      However,  the  words  of  kindness  coming  so  casually  from  the  other  seem  to  mute  his  words  for  a  second,  as  young  Silver  Fang  looked  down  hesitantly.  Good  thing  he  did  so,  maybe  the  expression  he’s  wearing  now  would  be  too  strange,  so  UNWORTHY  of  an  Aroun  of  his  tribe.  But  at  least  such  pause  seems  to  buy  him  some  time  to  think  about  his  own  words  a  little  better  before  continuing,  looking  up  at  the  other,  finally  working  up  some  COURAGE  for  one  hand  to  reach  for  the  changeling’s  soft  face.      ❛❛ T-THANKS,  Sizhui.  I  ⸻ ❜❜      Another  long,  HESITANT  pause.      ❛❛ ⸻  I'm  not  going  to  eat  this  ALL  BY  MYSELF,  right? ❜❜

[golden-buddle]

*Cough @manchasama cough*

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Ingo froze at the sight of the girl in front of him.

He didn’t see it this morning, but now, further into the day, his eyes couldn’t be dragged from the limp limbs behind the girl- Akari. Her name was Akari. Not a random girl.

Irida had told him she was like him. But she didn’t explain, didn’t say more than that the little girl had fallen from the sky as he did.

He bit his cheek as his eyes dragged over the limp limbs.

The Wings.

The feathers were singed. The supposed to be soft down singed and brittle. The pin feathers sticking up from where she couldn’t reach.

And was that a broken blood feather?

His hands itched and his own wings fluffed up under his coat.

As Lady Irida and Akari spoke, he couldn’t drag himself into the conversation. All he could see was the girl’s horribly kept wings, how he couldn’t help but internally shriek at the lack of care.

She was young, primary feathers not even in sight.

...This... this..

His hands clenched.

This.. could not stand.

:readmore:

He abruptly straightened out, his own unkempt wings straining under his coat.

“Miss Akari!” He snapped out, interrupting his Lady and the little miss- he will need to apologize later- “Who has been taking care of your tracks?”

The fledgling Child let out a meep as her wings fluffed, showing more broken feathers.

“Uh- um- m-myself..?”

He had to bite back a growl as he stepped towards the girl. His eyes were still on her wings, and while he could feel his Lady’s questioning gaze, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and stiffly guiding the wings back up to their proper positioning.

Limp wings indicated weakness, that no one was caring for the girl in the proper way.

He could feel Akari’s stiff muscles as he clicked his tongue, but he didn’t stop. With a blank expression his hands swiftly dove into the downy feathers.

Akari let out another surprised noise as Irida barked out Ingo’s name.

But he didn’t stop, in fact he stepped closer, standing behind Akari to get closer to the unkempt wings. The feathers were so brittle. It was clear she wasn’t even using any oil.

“Where is your repair kit, Miss Akari?”

Akari straightened up, her wings too weak to pull from Ingo’s skilled hands. “Wh-What-?”

Ingo grit his teeth as his feathers itched. “Your preening kit.”

“O-Oh, um- I.. don’t.. have one..?” Her voice trailed off, down feathers flattening to make herself smaller.

Ingo took a sharp intake before he finally turned his eyes back to his leader. “Lady Irida, I apologize for interrupting you, but I must take care of something.”

He could see confusion in her face, and he could already see her opening her mouth to demand to know what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop now that he had started.

Moving abruptly, he bent down and scooped the fledgling up. Her wings immediately flapped, knicking his face with the too harsh feathers.

Not caring to explain any further he turned with the startled child in his arms and ran down the street.

He felt eyes on him, eyes of the startled townsfolk and the eyes of his startled leader.

If Lady Irida said, or rather shouted something, he didn’t hear her.

Quickly arriving to Akari’s little hut, he nearly kicked open the door before slamming it shut and placing the fledgling down.

Confused and stunned Akari looked up at him. She opened her mouth to speak- only for Ingo to immediately interrupt her.

“Sit and spread those wings, little miss! Your feathers are in need of great repair before I can permit you to leave!” His voice carried in the room, no doubt going past the paper thin walls.

Akari froze in place, blinking up at the taller man. ..But at his tone, she closed her mouth, and sat down.

Her wings no doubt itched, the sheaths of waxy pin feathers she couldn’t reach digging against her other feathers, messing with the barbs and causing all sorts of disarray.

So even though she was very confused and nearly in a panick, she slowly and shakily spread her wings for the older man.

Ingo swiftly clicked his tongue at the full unfettered sight. It was clear that although Akari tried, she couldn’t reach all areas of her wings. And because so, many patches of her wings were an almost knotted mess.

Ingo bristled, instincts he would be angrily shouting about later fully in control of his actions.

With no more delay, He dropped down to his knees and got to work.

His hands moving in old, but easily practiced motions. Fingers finding the wick feathers and swiftly covering them in the younger’s preening oil.

While he could faintly remember hands dipping into cold tins of oil, he didn’t have access to those strange tins now, so he had to use what he had access to.

His fingers dove into the sharp feathers, hands softly massaging the sharp feathers until they became soft. He untangled the messes he saw, preening out the feathers until they were no longer matted and glued to eachother.

He kept working in an almost frenzy, until his fingers came across the blood feather he saw earlier.

The breath that left him came out shaky and shuttering. The feather was broken, and.. burned shut.

“...Miss Akari, this needs to be removed.”

He felt the girl freeze, her rapidly relaxing form snapping back into tight worry. “..H-How do.. do you know?”

“..It is broken, it will not heal right. Should you want your repairs to go smoothly, it needs to be removed so another feather may take its place.”

He felt the girl bristle, feathers puffing up in his face and hands.

“B-But, how do y-you know-? It-It’s my wings. And you don’t even have wings-! You can’t take it- you can’t pluck it out-“ Akari’s voice grew strained, wet and upset as she jerked away from the strange man that just grabbed her in the middle of the street.

Ingo jolted at the thought.

He.. he did just grab her, didn’t he?

After just rushing forward and digging his hands into her wings. He sucked in a breath as Akari sniffled.

“...I.. I apologize, Miss Akari.” His voice was softer than the loud booming he was doing before. “..I know that the blood feather must be removed because..”

..He blinked. He knew it had to be removed because he could remember learning about his own wings. He remembered being sat in front of a strange screen, a form right against his right as moving pictures showed how to remove a bleeding broken blood feather.

..Well. That is a thing he will have to dwell on later.

“..Because, I have had to remove my own broken feathers.”

Akari blinked up at him, her tears slowly fading. “..Y-Your own..?”

...Well. He didn’t really have a choice, did he?

With a soft sigh, Ingo reached up and let his coat fall off, his dark feathers quickly puffing up and spreading due to the sudden freedom.

Akari stared.

She stared at his slightly unkempt but still taken care of wings.

“..Oh.”

“..Yes, Miss Akari. Now, may I resume preening you?”

She let out a soft sniffle, eyes filling with tears. “..O-Okay..”

Both of them fell silent once more as she flared her wings for Ingo.

Now that he was a bit more together and aware, Ingo’s motions were a bit more hesitant and careful. He still knew what he was doing, but there is quite a difference between acting as yourself and letting ones instincts rule your actions.

He bit his tongue as he turned his eyes back to the clotted, burned blood feather. “..This will hurt a little, Miss Akari. Try not to flinch.”

With that warning, and a nod from the fledgling, he gripped the base of the feather, and pulled.

The clotted feather jerked out of Akari’s flesh, and before she could shriek and pull away his fingers pushed forward and pressed. Massaging the no stinging spot and stopping any blood from starting to pour.

“..There.” Ingo hummed. “It should feel better now.”

The teen swallowed, her wings shaking. “..I’ stings.”

“..It will. Give it a while and your tracks will be clear again.”

[gnocchighoul]

HC that MC tells Diavolo about how firefighters make those charity calendars where they pose shirtless with puppies or kittens or goats or whatever, and Dia is just absolutely enchanted by the idea of it -- so enchanted, in fact, that he decides to make one with all the brothers and the exchange students :)

So naturally, he has a bunch of cute baby animals abducted from the human world for the day just for the photoshoot :) don't worry though, after the shenanigans they’re returned safe and sound from where he got them asdfghjk

There’s just one itty bitty little thing though. They take it a bit farther than just posing with puppies and kittens.

But they’re all still very much shirtless because this is really just an excuse for me to fantasize about them all being shirtless and holding baby animals 😌

Lucifer definitely poses with a bunch of little puppies. It’s classic, like him. Even though he’s already a dog dad, he definitely isn’t used to being around baby puppies and is probably a bit taken aback when they start gnawing on his fingers with their little sharp baby teef.

Obviously, Mammon poses with a bunch of the roundest, fluffiest panda babies that they can find. He totally tears up a bit when the little puffballs waddle up to him and cling on to his legs, and the photographer definitely makes sure to get pictures of him all teary and sniffly over the lil babies fghjklfghjk

Listen, for Levi’s pic they’re obviously gonna stick the water-boy in a pool with some kind of aquatic baby animal. But fish are kinda ugly and weird looking and the whole point of the calendar is to be cute. So they stick him in a pool and make him float around with a bunch of fluffy baby otters 🥺

Satan straight-up refuses to pose with anything that isn’t a kitten. Or ten kittens. Fifteen. Twenty. He’s not that picky, but he does request as many kittens as possible for his picture, and he’s absolutely going to try to sneakily keep them all afterward.

At first, Asmo is furious that he doesn’t get to pose with a bunch of lil baby kittens or puppies (they’re so classic!!! Everyone loves kittens and puppies!! And they’d look so much cuter next to him!!), BUT he does chill out when he sees all the cute fluffy bunnies they found for him 🥺 tbh he probably tries to break out his own pair of bunny ears for the photoshoot sdfghjkl

I mean, Beel already has that card where he’s posing with baby tigers and the lion cub, which is already PERFECT, so maybe they just abduct those lil babs again 🥺 they’re already friends, they can have a little reunion 🥺

As for Belphie… c’mon now. have you SEEN baby sloths? They’re ADORABLE. Give him 5. Let them cling onto him for dear life like he’s their sloth papa. They’ve got those sweet big eyes and make the cutest little meeping sounds and when they aren’t taking pictures they can all nap together 😭

Now I did say that the undateables were going to be in on this too, right? 👀

PICTURE THIS. DIAVOLO. WIELDING FLUFFY, WHITE BABY SEALS, ONE IN EACH ARM. MAYBE? IDK HOW BIG BABY SEALS ARE BUT HE’S HUGE AND STRONG AND THEY’RE FLUFFY AND SWEET AND HONESTLY HE COULD EVEN BENCH PRESS THEM IF HE WANTED TO

Have you ever seen a baby Japanese dwarf flying squirrel?? Because they’re really soft and round and chumby and I think it would be really cute to see Barbatos with a few of them 🥺 He would hold them so gently 🥺

Solomon gets a baby koala. He’s got white hair, they’ve got white (ear) hair -- it just works :) And baby koalas are lil snuggle bugs so he’s probably not going to be able to put it down for the entire day, which would just be too cute dfghjkkjh

Simeon & Luke pose with a bunch of little ducklings and chicks!! Maybe even a lamb, idk!!! (they still wear their normal clothes though because, y’know. they’re ✨holy✨ and luke is a literal child) Little farm animals are perfect for them!! Just think about Luke holding a little yellow chick that has a grumpy little face!! And Simeon, surrounded by baby ducklings!! My heart 🥺 

And finally, MC gets their own month!! Generally speaking it would be cute and very on brand if MC posed with a little lamb, BUT I also think it would be fun if they got to pose with whatever animal they want 👀 (personally, my MC would pose with red pandas~ I wanna know what your MC’s would pick too 👀 )

[water-hates-learning]

Would it be alright if you shared some headcanons about the Crowned Kings au?

Oh, absolutely! Love talking about my bastard boys!

- Paul and Patrick also work for the King's Army! Paul is in charge of communications and is a chronic chain smoker--but he's also a wicked sharp shooter with his revolvers, a regular cowboy. Patrick is Chief of Security and is in charge of defense of the base. He keeps tabs on cameras and personal and it's his business to know your business.

- Edd currently has fourteen cats living in his suite. Their names are Matilda (f, named after Matt), Pawssanova (m), Lucifer (m), Bingo (f), Cleo (f), Meeps (m), Pure (f), Gigabite (f), Kitt (m), Obi Paws Kenobi (m), Apawllo (m), Aslan (m), Peaches (f), Cream (m, Peaches’ brother)

- Tord was kicked out of college because his experiments were “morally questionable”. Also he’d unleashed a hoard of mutated rabbits on campus. After that, he was working like three jobs to try and make ends meet. He got sick a lot because of a slightly compromised immune system and felt like a useless burden to his friends.

- If Tord hadn’t dosed Tom with the Kaiju Formula, Tom’s liver would have failed a few months later and likely killed him.

- Tom’s parents died when he was very little and he got tossed around from home to home. Tord’s parents were constantly fighting each other or beating him up, so he often ran away from home to stay with friends or sleep on the streets. Edd never knew his parents and was raised by his horribly strict and abusive grandfather. Matt came from a well to do family; his parents showed him off like a trophy and lavished him with praise...until they caught him kissing a boy. Then they disowned him and kicked him out of the house.

- Tom doesn’t like hospitals, doctors, and isn’t overly fond of Tord’s labs. He gets whiny, twitchy, and uncomfortable. Tord calls him “big guy” if he knows Tom’s stressed or upset; it’s a term of comfort and endearment so it gets said a lot when Tom has to be in Tord’s labs.

- The other three call Tord “Tordie” as an affectionate nickname.

- Actually, Edd has nicknames for pretty much everybody. These can be a form of affection ooorrr a way that Edd specifically needles other people to get a rise out of them. (for example, he calls @eddsworldrus‘ Space AU Edd “Fishsticks”)

- Tom can breathe fireballs! It’s a recent mutation so he’s still learning to use it and he can use it in either his human or shifted forms. He has glands near the bottom of his jaw that lead to openings underneath his tongue. These glands produce a gooey, nitroglycerin-like substance--it doesn’t explode on its own and doesn’t have a flavor, but still carries a burnt sugar sort of smell. An additional small sac is attached to his lungs that contains a colorless, odorless gas that becomes an acrid smoke when it contact with oxygen. The sac with this gas is usually closed so Tom isn’t constantly leaking smoke, but when combined with the gooey substance, both will ignite and create a sticky, liquid fireball. He can only produce so much of the goo a day and once he runs out, he needs time to recover. To protect his body from his own fire and chemicals, Tom’s saliva contains a substance that coats his mouth and throat, as well as an additional lining in his stomach and esophagus. The substance has a subtle bitterness to it, like an aloe plant. Theoretically, coating something in his his saliva could make it temporarily flame resistant. Tom has not allowed Tord to test this theory yet.

- Matt puts his hand on the small of his friends’ backs when he wants to lead them away from something he knows will bother them.

- Eduardo, Mark, and Jon are in a kind of open relationship. But Eduardo and Mark are very, very protective of Jon and tend to worry when he’s outside the base. Jon used to basically live in a hospital--they have a right to worry.

- Tom once got so angry at Edd, that he ripped up the security fence around the officer’s quarters. Tore out the gate right out of the ground. He was quite sorry about it afterwards.

[themeeplord]

Hey Meep! Wanted to just hop in here to show you an Eclipse I drew taking some inspiration from your version of Cryptid Eclipse. He has my entire heart and soul. 🫣🫣🫣

Oh he has my entire heart and soul too! What a sweetie! I love their pretty horns and frills, I really wanna pet them even though they're probably very sharp hehe :p

Sets of teeth that include bigger and sharper canines make me so happy! My monster loving brain go brrrrrrrr~~

Aaaa I love them! Thank you for sharing them with me ❤️❤️❤️

[quietplace26]

Pardon me. I must go find myself a hole to hide in cause I can't believe I wrote this...

Okay so I think I should warn yall that there's dubious consent in this? Like, Akito doesn't want it at first, but quickly changes his mind at the end!

Lovesick au (10)

Akito knew something was wrong when he woke up that morning.

The household was quiet. Too quiet.

Cautiously, Akito exits his bedroom to look around, but to his shock, he doesn't see or hear anyone! Not KK's wife, his son, or even KK's himself!

Where did they go?! Did they go out?! If so, why didn't they wake him up to tell him that they were leaving?

Akito bit his lip nervously as he headed into the kitchen, hoping to find at least a note to tell him where everyone went.

While he was looking for clues in the kitchen, he never notices how he wasn't truly all alone...

Akito shrieks when arms suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him against a warm, hard body.

Twisting his head around, Akito meeps when he comes face to face with a smirking, shirtless KK.

A bright blush blooms on Akito's face as he stutters out KK's name. "K-KK! What are-?!" He doesn't get a chance to finish his question as the detective slams his lips against the younger man's, silencing him.

Akito's mind blanks out. He... he just lets KK kiss him. Lets the older man deepen the kiss. Lets him force his mouth open to let KK's tongue in...

It was so messy... So wet...

Why did it feel so good...

A breathy sigh leaves Akito's kiss swollen lips when KK finally pulled back, looking oh so very smug as he did.

There was movement, and before Akito could understand what was happening, finds himself flat on his back with KK crouching over him, looking very much like a predator about to gobble up his prey.

Needless to say, this knocks Akito out his kiss drunk daze.

Akito pushes at the older man above him, telling him to get off! But KK doesn't listen. He only grabs Akito wrists, pinning them down.

A sharp gasp leaves Akito's throat when KK suddenly goes for his neck, showering it with rough bites, sucks, and licks. All that attention made Akito gasp, moan and mewl helplessly under KK.

One of KK's hands lets go of Akito's pinned down ones and hikes the younger man's shirt up, showing off miles of untouched skin to the hungry detective.

Both the detective's hands were now touching Akito's sensitive skin. Rubbing, pinching, and groping at it wildly. No place was left untouched!

When Akito whines out another no, begging KK to stop, a dark, rumbling growl erupts from the detective's throat. "Stop fighting me pretty!" KK crushes Akito underneath him, pinning the younger man in place with his body.

Akito squirms under the detective's weight, mewling and whining pathetically. "L-let me goooooh~" KK cuts him off by grinding his hips against the Akito's, making the younger man's mind once again blank out.

High pitched keens of pleasure poured out Akito's mouth rapidly as KK grinded against him faster and harder.

Adding to that uncontrollable pleasure was the feeling of KK sucking and biting at his neck wildly, growling like a beast as he made Akito lose his mind.

But when the detective went in for another kiss, Akito franically turns his face away. "K-KK stop! Y-your wife! Think about your-!" Akito squeals when KK savagely bit down on his neck, breaking the fraglie skin and making blood flow from the wound.

"That's enough Akito!" KK snarls as he kissed his way up to Akito's mouth, panting against it. "I know you like me so stop fighting this! Let! Me! Claim! You!" A broken mewl leaves Akito as he's kissed once again.

"He's right you know~" A dark voice coos from in Akito's head. "You shouldn't be fighting him at all. I mean, isn't this what you originally wanted A~ki~to?"

"A-ah..." The detective pulls back from the heated kiss and was now tugging at Akito's clothes, demanding that they be taken off.

The dark voice coos out more dark thoughts, encouraging Akito to just sit back and enjoy what he always wanted to have. KK's love~

"Don't you remember how desperately you wanted his love in your last life? How you killed for it? Now you have it! So cease your struggles and let KK love you! Let him claim you!"

Akito's lips twitches. Then a almost crazed smile forms on his face.

He wanted this, right? He wanted- "KK~" With a crazed smile still on his face and eyes clouded with lust, Akito holds his arms out toward KK and beckons the older man to come closer. "Love me~"

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Primrose, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 1929 Pairing: Male Reader x Male Orc (both cis)

Just a bit of fluff during these trying times.

xxx

I see him one bright summer morning in my grandmother's garden, near the edge of her property where the forest kisses the grass. I find him sleeping between the rosemary and the hydrangeas, curled up in the shade of a willow tree, barefoot and smelling of sweet wine. The morning sun has yet to reach him and so the dew still clings to him yet, making him almost seem to shimmer like a daydream in the dappled light.

He's big even for an orc, though I admit I haven't met many. His skin is the colour of cherry blossoms except where it seems to be lacking pigment, like a sliver which looks like a widow's peak that disappears into his vivid pink hair, and a splotch that spreads like a butterfly across his sharp cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. His hair is a rich pink colour, long and thick and braided loosely, the ribbon almost lost to the clover and lemongrass he’s lying on. I take a moment to study him among the birdsong and the stirring of the cicadas in the forest, watching the rise and fall of his broad, hairy chest where it's exposed by buttons either undone or lost to the night's festivities.

He's the most handsome man I've ever seen, and I almost feel remorse when I upend a bucket of water over his head.

He snorts and gasps, splutters and coughs, looking about him wildly as he flails and struggles to right himself from his lazy sprawl. "What in the hell?" he exclaims, breathless and agog, and when he turns his baby blue eyes up to meet mine, they go wide as dinner plates.

"You're crushing the lemongrass," I tell him, keeping my face and tone neutral while I smother my amusement.

"Did you just soak me?" he asks, something like awe stealing across his face.

"You're crushing the lemongrass," I say again, propping my dripping bucket against my hip through the overalls I'm wearing. "My lemongrass. Get out of my garden, you drunk."

It seems he can contain himself no longer; he throws his head back and roars with laughter until tears gather in his eyes. "And here I heard no one but a canny old crone lived in this cottage!"

"My grandmother," I supply, feeling my lips curve up despite myself. "I'm just a canny young bastard."

"And what happened to the crone?" asks the orc, getting up and pulling his shirt over his head to wring it out over the hydrangeas.

I can't help but notice that his torso is thick and muscled, and that the dense curls on his chest go all the way down his soft belly. Here, they turn white along with his skin in a broad swathe, and I find myself wondering where else his skin changes colour beneath his clothes.

"See something you like?"

My eyes snap back up to the orc's face, and where I'm expecting a smug, lascivious smirk, there is instead a bemused, almost shy smile. I know that I don't blush when I'm embarrassed, but I'm surprised to see that he does, two spots of red blooming across his cheeks like roses.

"She fell and broke her hip three weeks ago," I tell him, and I make a point to look only at his face while he puts his shirt back on. "She left me in charge of the house. What's it to you?"

The orc holds up his hands, and I see that one palm is white as cream. "Only curious," he assures me, turning his gaze to the cottage behind me. "Nice place."

I give him a very flat look. "Try to rob me and you'll regret it."

Once again he laughs, gesturing with his hands as if to fend me off. "Easy, easy! Are you always so hostile?"

"Only to strangers who pass out drunk in my herb garden."

He smiles, then, and I curse him internally; of course he'd have dimples. "Well, what if we weren't strangers? I'm Primrose, but most just call me Prim. You are?"

I feel my eyes narrow as I weigh my options, absently drumming my fingers against the side of my bucket. I debate telling him my name, but his disarming smile pries it out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

Primrose’s eyes light up. “What a pretty name. It suits you. Not like mine.”

“Oh?” I call over my shoulder as I turn to head back to the house, pretending to be bored of the stranger who tromps through the herbs behind me in his haste to follow. “I’m sure I don’t care why.”

“Oh, come on,” the big orc snorts. “‘Primrose’? For a man? ‘Prim’ is my only saving grace!”

“Don’t you fancy hearing ‘Rosie’?” I ask knowing that I’m being prickly, putting aside the bucket and reaching for the garden hose.

Primrose stops short, mouth opening and closing soundlessly before he can grumble, “Only my mother calls me that.”

“It’s a good name,” I say, turning to face him with the hose head in my hand. “It suits you. Unlike mine.”

Primrose laughs awkwardly, eyeing the hose like a snake about to bite. “Is that for me?”

I lift a brow. “Do you want breakfast, or not?”

His belly answers before his mouth can, rumbling loudly between us and causing him to splutter and cover it with his hands as if to silence it. “I suppose I do,” he sheepishly replies.

“Then I’ll hose the mud off your feet and you’ll go straight to the bath. I’ll wash your clothes while you soak the booze out of your system, feed you, and then you can get the hell off of my property.”

“Bossy,” Primrose says with a laugh, startling only a little when I turn the cold water of the hose on his feet. “I don’t have the foggiest where I might have lost them.”

“Your marbles?” I drawl, and I thrill at the quick grin it earns me from the orc.

“My boots.”

“Hm. Come in, then. Mind the door.” I warn him just in time to save him a nasty knot on his forehead, leading him into my grandmother’s cottage to the big claw-foot tub that I begin to fill with steaming water. I add bath salts and rose oil for his muscles and for my own amusement, which he doesn’t seem to miss despite how straight-faced I keep.

“Very funny,” he rumbles, pulling the ribbon from his hair and shaking it out of its plait. It falls all the way down to his backside, and in that moment, I want nothing more than to put my fingers in it and play with it until I’ve figured out just how many shades of pink there are to find. I control my urges and rein in my impulses as I’ve always done, leaving briefly under the context of getting the washing machine ready and returning only once I’m sure he’s in the tub. It’s not hard to gauge when he enters; the cottage is quiet except for birdsong, and his groan is low and long.

I bustle in to gather his clothing and wrinkle my nose at the tattered hair ribbon; the silk was fine to begin with, but it’s been torn and tattered in small but noticeable ways along the ends, and the mud is in so deep that it may never come out. “You’ve ruined this ribbon,” I inform Primrose, pinning him with a scrutinising look that he wriggles under the weight of like an errant schoolboy.

“I don’t remember how or when,” he says. “Last night is… a blur, at best.”

“Hm,” I sniff, looking away from him to head for the door. “Maybe this will teach you not to drink so much in future. A ribbon can be replaced, but if you’d fallen asleep facedown in a ditch somewhere, the night’s rain would have drowned you. Is that how you want to go out? Drunk and drowning in a puddle somewhere?”

I almost feel sorry for the way I make him squirm, big as he is. He’s all muscle, barrel-chested and with hard, shapely legs that he draws up to his chest in the tub. “No,” he all but meeps, meek as a kitten. “My mother would bring me back just to kill me. I won’t drink so much again.”

“See that you don’t,” I reply, sweeping out of the room to get the laundry going. Halfway without thinking, I stash the ruined ribbon in my pocket and go upstairs to my room to fetch him another. I, too, have long hair that requires being tied back from time to time, so I grab one of my ribbons and place it on top of the pile when his clothing has been washed and dried. I set these just inside the bathroom door and inform him that breakfast will be ready within the hour, and so I hear him reluctantly begin the drawn-out process of unwillingly leaving a warm bath.

Breakfast is simple, but hearty. Eggs, potatoes, sausages—all locally sourced from the farmers in the countryside. I’m chewing on a mouthful of eggs when I remember I have a delivery to make to my grandmother’s egg supplier: a watermelon she had traded for that was a little overripe to eat, but perfect for the chickens as a treat. I inform Primrose of this and we both spend a moment looking at his feet, contemplating his predicament. In the end, I pick up the receiver in my grandmother’s kitchen and call a carriage for him, waving away his words of thanks.

“I mean it,” he insists. “If this house had been empty, I’d have had to walk all the way back to town barefoot.”

“It would have taught you a lesson, at least,” I say, and this time I can’t help the little smirk that steals across my face.

Primrose laughs, loud and joyful. “You’re a viper! Can nothing I say earn me any sweetness?”

“You want sweetness?” I ask, and I can feel myself smiling now. “Don’t pass out in my garden next time.”

Primrose leans in across the porch where we’re awaiting his carriage. “‘Next time’?”

“Oh, don’t read into it,” I huff, shaking my head and leaning against the railing. “You want sweetness, you need a better impression than what you’ve given. There’s Mr. Higgens now.” I gesture with my glass of lemonade, and Primrose’s expression falls.

“Ah.” We’re silent as the carriage pulls up the dirt road to the front door, and I wave to the driver and exchange pleasantries as Primrose reluctantly heads down the front porch steps. He looks back up at me when his feet hit the dirt, and I almost laugh at the way his big blue eyes look almost childishly hopeful. “Would you soak me if I visited again?”

“I might,” I say nonchalantly, tilting my head this way and that. “I might not.”

Primrose grins, and all at once all the wind is under his sails again. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, waving exuberantly from the carriage after he’s boarded it. I wave back, bemused by the morning’s events, and watch the carriage until it disappears around a woody bend and completely out of view. I go back inside and wash the breakfast crockery, shaking my head at myself and my foolishness when I find the ruined ribbon in my pocket when I’m wiping my hands on my jeans.

What was I doing? I had a watermelon to deliver.

[naffeclipse]

I did a Luce and dedicated a whole day to reading and going insane over chapter 20, and I’m so happy I did that. The brainrot is so strong. SO STRONG!!!!!!

And this chapter was AMAZING!!!!! Here I am again with some of my favorite bits, all of the chapter is my favorite bit,, it’s so hard to choose a few.. Enjoy my screaming, there’s a lot hjgafbjghfk

The chapter bits are pink this time~

This is not the scene they want to be caught in, standing still in the middle of a room, trapped in a circle of salt, surrounded by heartless corpses and their spilled blood.

Deer caught in the headlights fr jfhagkjlfghdfkl

This is actually a terrifying image. Imagine seeing a tall animatronic in a circle of salt, smiling and staring at you in the middle of a bloody room filled with dead broken bodies. Absolutely terrifying.

The presence of a powerful being akin to their own is tearing at the edges of their mind, taunting them. It could reach you, first.

I’m sorry to break it to ya buddy.. you’re a little too late…

The urge runs along the thin endoskeleton of their vessel, simmering and sharp. It would be swift. Her heart would taste of wicked sweetness.

They made a vow.

This is your friend.

Can I just say, they’re terrifying. They’re so strong and powerful and if they had not made that vow so many people would still be on their menu. The fact that they’re still thinking about it is very scary. But them not acting at all upon those urges and keeping them inside shows how much they care and are willing to change.

I praise their animalistic behaviors a lot but it is one of my favorite parts about them. It’s shined through throughout the whole story but now when the secret is out they’ve turned completely animal. An urge running through, simmering and sharp, makes me think of a predatory animal opening its eyes wide and raising its fur, ready to strike. They’re a monster at their core, but a monster that is willing to change for the better.

“We need to speak to them.” Moon tilts his head. The end of his nightcap spills over his shoulder. Her eyes slide to the patches, her dry, bleeding lips parting in silent surprise. “Where are they?”

The mentioning of the patches nearly made me cry..

A slice of starlight catches on something tucked away in the dirt. Peering down, Moon slowly crouches. He extends the vessel’s fingers until they grasp your black hair clip, stained in a purple fluid.

I love this little trinket so much! It’s tiny but it carries so much meaning, so for them to just find it on the discarded ground like that with purple goo on it is heartbreaking!

"Why do you call them that? Heart . That’s morbid.”

I never really thought about it, but yea it is pretty morbid actually… without context it can sound really, leeeeeally bad coming from a demon, even worse so from a literal heart eater.

After an attempted exorcism, he’ll seek to restore his strength.

He’s hungry. There are children close by.

Live Meep reaction: NOOOO!! NOOOOO PLEASE!!! NOT THAT!!!!

A prickle of black tears emerges in the corner of her eyes. She shudders a deep breath.

Just thinking about how you described the empty animatronic still filled with demonic goo back in the vampire episode.. I don’t wanna know how bad Vanessa’s insides look right now..

“We’re their sweetie.”

Hehe, yes they areee! ❤️

“He used you too often, pushed your body too hard,” they mutter.

“Yeah… yeah.” She coughs once and wipes black ink from the corner of her mouth.

Vanessa needs a spa day, no a spa week, no a spa YEAR! I’d give her a lifetime to recover from these horrors, if you even can fully recover..

“Glitchtrap needs to eat soon,” she whispers.

A cold flash overtakes their body. You, and your caring, strong hands, cannot be used for harm.

Live Meep reaction: NO NO NOOOOO DAMNIT PLEASE NO!!! LET Y/N’S HANDS STAY CLEAN FROM CHILDREN'S BLOOD, I BEG YOU!!!!!!

Also them thinking of Y/N’s hands as ‘strong’ melts me,,

They don’t need more reasons to split this demonic cryptid in half but they kindly include this.

SJDHDFSLKJGHDFGJKLADHFKLGJADHFGK

Anguish ripple. They mourn without words. A silent howl rips through their being but there is no release from the cresting hurt.

More animalistic behavior! They’re crying!!! I NEED TO GIVE THEM A HUG!!!!!

“I took off the seal trapping Glitchtrap in this ruined rabbit endoskeleton. He escaped, and I fought him—a fire started. I tried to bury both of us in the rubble, but he took me.”

LORE!!! THE LOREEEE!!!! This is so damn cool! How you’re tying in the happenings at the pizzaplex and the rest of the fnaf lore later in this chapter is so perfect!! It all makes sense!!

While we’re on the lore, the bits with the other demons and them having a go at getting Glitchtrap is just MUAH CHEFS KISS!!!

In seconds, Sun is beside her, swinging the backpack in one hand and all of its lethal contents.

Just Sun holding the backpack in which there are weapons and tools specialized to kill beings just like him is such a powerful visual to me!

The encounter with Y/N is so insane!! The silence is just as loud as Sun’s demands for Glitchtrap to let go of the kid. And that poor kid! :’0

They tremble in your rejection, but this isn’t you. Your melodious cords do not echo in this tone— you haven’t said a word yet.

I LOVE THIS. SO MUCH.

“You haven’t torn my vessel apart yet,” your voice muses coldly. “I do concede that they hold certain charms . You almost tasted them.”

Oh god he saw all that!? NOOOO!!! Also aaaa,,, “you almost tasted them” is such a haunting way to put it… Can’t a demon have nice memories of cuddling their human without getting reminded of how close their teeth were to their heart!

“I spent time with a human once.” Your hand lifts. Dark goo emerges from the pores of your flesh, forming a wicked dark claw over your index finger that shimmers violet in the direct sunlight. Pain pulses in your skin. “He was earnest.”

LORE LOOOORE!!! But also a FUCKING DEMON CLAW!!?!?!??

they grip you tighter but no less gently.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! GENTLE!!!!!

A decision solidifies in the face of your dear friend. You look at them and hope.

“We will take care of the scary thing,” they whisper in dark cords of promise.

Your gripped heart swells.

There it is again!! The line that will never get old!! And oh man I knew what was about to happen after this, idk how but I saw it coming from a mile away!

Eclipse seizes you wholly. Their teeth press to your mouth in a monstrous kiss. A jolt of shock electrifies Glitchtrap. You merely stare, absorbing the far-away sensation of their presence. They move closer. An inky tongue slips between your parted lips and into your mouth. Pressing entirely into your face, melting against your skin, your eyelids, and the bridge of your nose, another power arrives within you.

THERE IT IS!!!! AGAIN IDK HOW I KNEW IT WAS COMING!!! But hey actually, how else do you get a demon out without an exorcism than simply forcing it out by taking its spot! It makes sense why I saw it coming! Oh man how all of this is written too aaaAAAAAA!!! *dies <3*

Glitchtrap must be sooo confused KJDFHGKDFJ I know he’s supposed to be there, in charge and able to stop it all. but in this moment it’s only Eclipse and Y/N. From the moment they took Y/N’s face in their hands there was a shift. Idk if it was intentional, but I felt it.

WRETCHED PAAHLOTT FOLLOWER! HOW DARE YOU—

JKFHGKDLJFHGSAFJKGHDJKHDFG SHUT YOUR UGLY MOUTH!! XD

Glitchtrap clings to your every piece. His claws sink deep into your flesh and latch harder, resisting the tug-war. Eclipse rips and tears, prying off his grip with teeth and claws.

The are two wolves inside you skjfhsakjfhdfk

Ok so the double possession is soooo beautifully written. It’s hard to find words to describe it, I’m stunned. The very beginning of it alone is GORGEOUS!!

We’re here.

The brief and overwhelming burst of ecstasy becomes burning, tearing, stretching pain. Glitchtrap shrieks. A howl of indignation roars. Fury implodes, impacting the very walls of your cage.

Hold on.

And then the fight within! Y/N joining Eclipse in the tug-war, the bursting blood vessels, Glitchtrap clinging to stay in control, sinking his claws into flesh. Just aaaAAAA!!!!!

And then the embrace once they’re all out aaaaaa!!!!!!

The whole fight!! OH MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD!!!!! I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND HOW NOT NORMAL I AM ABOUT YOUR FIGHT SCENES!!!!

You are a simple mouse between giants, watching force and power emit in ancient beings who have slaughtered more than you can imagine.

HOLY FUCK!!! ❤️❤️❤️

There are so many injured knees suddenly! Give the knees a break!! (Oh god,, no pun intended,, I swear,,)

Scarlet and deep blue horns and frills cut through the air, arms splayed. A resounding roar fills the entire forest, startling birds and creatures through the distant foliage. You hunch in on yourself in the bellowing war cry.

The roars get me every time. THEY’RE SUCH A MONSTER I LOVE THEM!

Eclipse’s head rears and bites deep into the meaty flesh of Glitchtrap’s shoulder. A howl nearly ruptures your eardrums before he cuts down across Eclipse’s face, raking over one crimson eye that becomes dark and goo-dripping. Falling back, Glichtrap leaps quickly, his movement swift and precise. Eclipse is less graceful, balancing on a horribly bent knee.

They’re so broken already and then he takes one of their beautiful eyes!!! And again with the knee! Why the knees!!! AAAAA!! :’0

They lift their heavy head, staggering upright. One crimson eye searches wildly and finds you. The dread laid over their mouth injects cold water into your veins. The wound in their stomach splits, reaching to their side where the crushing force was dealt. Your eyes widen at their slowed reflex.

Live Meep reaction: I’m just screaming and crying. Just screaming and crying on the floor.

Panic bursts in your heart. Lifting his hand from your neck, claws flex before sinking into your chest, tearing through your flesh as if it were little more than wet clay. Pain ribbons through your body. You scream. The merciless claws dig deeper, nearly cutting to the bone of your sternum. The attack is careful, and deliberate, just enough to leave you alive.

GET YOUR DIRTY CLAWS OUT OF OUR PRECIOUS Y/N YOU HORRENDOUS ABOMINATION!!!

Eclipse looms above the violet-fur monster. Four arms strike hard and fast into the flesh of his arms, cutting deep. Fury unlike you have ever seen flashes in one crimson eye. The earth-shaking bellow that erupts from your dear friend explodes with righteous anger and retribution.

Monster. They’re a monster. They’re our monster.

I wanna draw something from this fight, so, SOOOO BADLY!!!!!!

“Release me! Release me before I tear you apart!” Glitchtrap shrieks, strictly contained in the stuffed animal. A brief thought crosses your mind that this might have been funny at any other point in time.

GHDFLKJGHDFJKGHDFLKJGHDLFKJHADJFKGL That brief thought wasn’t so brief for me, I have the squeakiest little voice in my head for him XD

That’s such a good and honestly comical death for him, I LOVE IT! It’s something that can be laughed over for once! Also the fact that he couldn’t be defeated by just a human or just a demon, but with the help of both, is so just, perfect!

Eclipse rumbles once.

“He’s defeated.” Palms lovingly squeeze your shoulders.

Just the hands, the hands on the shoulders. I’m weak! Also the rumble, rumbles are important to me,,

"Okay,” you whisper, and the dam breaks. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have believed you but I broke my promise. I thought I knew cryptids and I thought I knew you, then you changed my entire world. I want to know you better. I want to learn more about cryptids. Eclipse, I care so much about you. I’m trying to be brave. I’m trying to be brave enough to tell you that I’m scared to lose you.”

There it is, there it is. I’m trying to not just write *sobs* even though that’s what I did while reading this part and what is after it. Them finally holding each other, seeing each other and making their vows. Both so broken and exhausted. Just aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

“Afternoon, Sunny,” you smile despite your weakness.

“Good afternoon, sunshine,” he returns, voice buoyed but tense with concern.

Like nothing ever happened dfasjhagjk aw Sunny beloved :’)

You need to tell her about all of your cryptid sightings, and the one that you missed before they revealed themselves.

A real roll credits moment right there I must say jhgfdkfhgjakdf Idk why seeing ‘cryptid sightings’ gave me such a strong reaction but I’m not complaining X3

Maybe your love for cryptids never entirely left your ribcage. You always had an inkling for something more out there, something unexplainable, and you might just have found it.

You will take care of the scary thing, and the scary thing will take care of you.

I’m CRYING!!!!

NAFF!! I’M TACKLING YOU AND RATTLING YOU SO LOVINGLY!!

I’m so happy I planned a whole day to just do nothing but read and go insane over this chapter, cause I NEEDED IT!!

I’m diving straight into the epilogue tomorrow, I’m saving my emotional outburst until after I’m finished reading it all! For now I am hugging you so tight and thanking you for yet another absolutely amazing chapter!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Meep, I am rattling you so hard in return, ahhh! You have been such a great supporter of the fic and all of your lovely cryptid boy designs and art have fueled my writing so much, I hope you know that ♥ I also adore your comments and reactions, especially when the boys get to really be monsters!!!

Thank you so much for reading, babe *mwah*