daggos
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So, I'm supposed to be working on this thing for a friend of mine...
Which I will be doing right after!
But first..
I got the fucking goat WITH the mountain!
I know it's just excess, but it's cool :3
Wanna make another...
Dis one for me little Belga.
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Given a tiny that has no fuckin clue the danger they're in.
Like, you'd have to spell it out for this tiny that "you are in the hands of a giant and are about to get eaten" kinda stupid. But, hey, that just, somehow, makes them just that much more appealing to keep around for a little while.
Carry them around in your hand as they babble on and on about all they've managed to 'borrow' from you. Just give em a minute to let them realize just how deep of shit they've put themselves in when they spill ALL of it.
Cause they don't know when to stop. They're like a cat. "You're not a giant, deadly creature that could kill me with a singe finger. You're just a big tiny!"
And that's when they aren't just completely enraptured by the things around him that he couldn't dream of passing by with the speed your moving at while just walking.
That's all they're worried about.
You could have this tiny in your mouth and they'd just be gushing about how cool and sharp your teeth look.
Make a little experiment out of it.
Swallow them.
See if they figure out just how easily they could have died there if you didn't send them to your storage just then.
And don't mistake this for trust!
This is pure stupidity, my friend.
Don't even get me started on the fact they'd actually try to fight you if they got upset at something you said. You think they're joking?
Try again.
This bitch has no sense of self-preservation nor do they even know what it means to. To them, they're getting ready to square up with a person who was an idiot. Not them.
Watch the cogs slowly turn in their head when they realize they're trying to fight someone who's fist is the size of them.
And when they realize, do they backtrack? Try to save themselves?
Hell no! This just makes it more fun! More challenging!
Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)
Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞
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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.
Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.
And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.
But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.
Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.
Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?
They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.
What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?
You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?
Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.
And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-
Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.
They looks down at it in fear.
You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.
And you raise them to your mouth.
Dropping them in.
They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.
It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.
Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.
Where were they going?!
Where were they going?!
Ah shit
So, we started dnd with a campaign based off a book series the dm really likes, and apparently he can't find any fanfiction of it anywhere...
So
Yeah
Someone said to post our sessions (I think this was me) and someone else said to post on Tumblr (this was who the hell knows) and..
Yeah
Now we're here
I'll do one post for each session and we've already had three, so expect more hopefully
(FYI, book series is Arinthian line)
Haven't read it myself but someone else in the party started and I have only heard good things about it 👍
anyway
Characters are-
May: 12 and Atlas: 13 (brother and sister)
Asher: 16? (Random dude they met (still a player))
Rest are the actual characters and/or npc's
Not too many npc's as the dm (as far as I know) does really well with keeping with plot and having cannon characters we enteract with.
So, yeah, first session! :D
(Need fecken food🚶♀️)
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Atlas woke to the smell of smoke only to open his eyes to a raging fire not far from him. He leaped out of bed, running around, trying to find what had happened to cause such a flame to take their normally tame home. He leaves his room and looks down the hall not long before he sees the door to his sister's room do the same, her head poking out, mimicking her brother's. They ran to the front door, barely making it out and falling into the snow right outside before some parts of the house started collapsing.
The fire seemed to be only the beginning, as when the two looked out to try to spot their parents, their eyes only landed on the corpses of them, surrounded by guards in strange armor. The king grinning down at said bodies.
"Well damn," A (May's player) stated with a look of half surprise, half amusement at the quick start.
"Uhhh," J (Atlas' player) muttered with a look of slight panic. Yes, he is the one who read the book.
"Well, what do you wanna do?" The dm questioned.
"We should probably try to sneak out" -J with sarcasm.
"Yeeeaah" -A
The siblings, sensing the very clear danger, turned to try to make a quiet getaway.
"Alright, roll for stealth." -dm
"Ah, shit." -A, with a slight history of bad rolls.
Both roll, A successful and J failure.
May, with her smaller form, managed to silently sneak past falling wood and burnt straw with little to no sound, successfully making it to the white woods next to their house. Atlas, not so much, comically stepping on a stick as he passes, looking up to see the alerted guard.
"K, roll a wis save." -dm
J rolls a wisdom save and succeeds.
"Do you look up?" -dm to A
"No, I just look at where he broke the stick" -A, (thinking: with a look of 'wtf, a stick, really?')
One of the guards locks eyes with Atlas. Atlas, for a moment, gets a strange feeling when he sees the guard but quickly brushes it off. He takes off running, attempting to flee in a different direction than his sister. He runs and runs for what feels like forever, the cold air burning his lungs before he hears the guard stop suddenly.
He continues to run for a little longer before slowing down and turning to see that the corpse of a guard had stopped as if there was an invisible wall. It looked forward at him for a moment before turning around and walking back as if it had all never happened.
Atlas stands there stuned for what felt like hours, but couldn't have been minutes. When he gains his composer again, he turns to where he thinks he saw May run off in.
"Roll investigation." -dm
Rolls and it lands low, but not a one, thankfully.
"It takes you a while, but you do find her." -dm
Atlas wondered for what definitely had to be at least an hour or two before hearing sniffling in a bush. He walks over cautiously before spotting his sister's dark, shaggy hair poking out of some leaves.
He walked over, making a little more noise, trying to alert May of his presence. When May's head turned so quick that Atlas felt like his own neck hurt from it, she spotted her brother and rushed over to him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. She sobbed into his shirt for several minutes, him crying quietly into her hair.
Atlas was the first to get the tears to slow, he knew he needed to stay strong for his sister.
"Yeah, May is balling her eyes out." -A
"Atlas is definitely upset, but he knows he needs to hold it together for now." -J
"What do you guys wanna do now?" -dm
"We should probably set up camp, start a fire." -J
"Let's get closer to the buildings so they think the smoke is just another building." -A
J gives a thumbs up.
Atlas and May managed to gather themselves enough to get a plan for surviving. They got close enough to hide the smoke, but far enough that they didn't have to directly watch their home burn.
Atlas started the fire while May went off to look for edible berries and any other food.
"Roll survival" -dm
A roles and gets a natural 20.
"Hell yeah!" -A
"Holy shit!" -J
"You find everything, you know exactly what's edible." -dm while laughing.
"I got extra training with mom and dad." -A joked.
"You were the bakers favorite, so he taught you much more. As in, he loves you more than his own son." -dm
This caused the whole party to start laughing.
May quickly locates the berries, edible flowers, all with practiced ease. She brings back an arm full and lays them out for her and her brother to start eating.
"Show off," Atlas says, laughing lightly and ruffles May's hair. Atlas was only a year older but always acted more maturely than the typical 12 year old. Atlas knew he had to take charge now, knew he needed to keep his sister safe...
No matter how crazy she acts sometimes.
The next day, they got up, and Atlas led the way back to their, now ash, home. They tried not to think too hard on it as they dug around the remains. Atlas made quick work of finding a strange book. It didn't look like their usual story books, which surprised them, as that was all they ever knew was in their house.
"Wait, THAT book?!" -J
"Yep" -dm
Atlas pockets that for later.
May digs through for any rations.
"Roll investigation."
A rolls, getting a natural 19.
A throws their hands up in victory.
"Yes! I find all the food!"
That night, they had a fire that was burning out with a tent holding in what little heat they had from the soft breeze that felt like it was cutting through them. Atlas was looking over their rations, just talking out loud.
May was at the small opening of the tent, just sitting there, half listening to her brother when something strange caught her eye.
"Roll a d20 real fast." -dm
A rolls, and it lands low. A grimaces.
"You look down and see ice slowly crawling up your finger, barely making it to the knuckle before receding and repeating."
A sits there in confusion then amazing.
"That's so cool!"
May watches as what looks like vines of ice slowly slither up her finger. She wasn't sure what to do, but it didn't matter as she was too stuned to do anything while the ice went back down before rising again.
"Hey.. Atlas?" May attempts to get her brother's attention, but he continues to ramble. She makes a few more calls before yelling at him. He makes a sharp turn to her, still on guard with what happened only a few hours ago.
All train of thought stopped, however, when he looked down at what she was referring to. Just as she was, Atlas was frozen in place, confused before a thought came over him. He rushed over to the book he had pulled from the remains of their home and looked through.
He brought it over to May, showing her where it talks of "Arcanery" and how to control it. This confused them both, weren't their parents just.. well.... what were they? They never seemed to really need anything. This was all thought by Atlas, as May was busy with the seemingly alive ice on her finger.
"This is so cool! Hello little guy!" May leaned in, trying to get a closer look, completely infatuated by it.
"Do you say that?"- dm
"Yeah, it just sounds so cute." -A
"It quickly retreats, as if embarrassed."- dm
"Dang it!"- A
The ice quickly retreated from her finger after the comment. This upset May. She began talking to it, apologizing repeatedly. To any passerby, she looked crazy, talking to nothing.
Atlas went from amazement to confusion at May's choice of passing the time. He went back to reading the book. (The dm has us roll to see how far we get through each chapter, but I can't remember off the top of my head how far we got)
When he got as far as he felt he could for the night, he offered the book to May. She took it with no other words exchanged. She didn't get as far into the book before giving up for the night. They ate their fill of their dinner and attempted to drift to sleep.
HA!
Soooo
I broke the 'Genius' level
Tf does that make me?
(Not the actual time it took me, obviously, I just kept leaving the game and restarting it cause I thought my phone broke)
It apparently didn't like that I found another way to solve
So
Yeah
This is the actual way to solve it according to the game
Heheh
So, am I double dumb or double genius?
The True Virgin Tiger Moth
Part 2
Sorry this took so long
Life happened :/
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When you get there at last, you are certain that you have the wrong place. This place did look like a hotel, but it also looks like it had been abandoned for YEARS. And the poster looked brand new!
You decide to knock on the door regardless. Might as well make sure, they did say they were just starting out (though you didn't know it was THIS bad).
Before you can get a second knock, the door flies upon.
"WELCOME TO THE Ha-..." *door slam*
.
.
.
Well, that was rude. You hadn't even said anything, and the door was slammed in your face.
Well, your chest, you were too tall to just be looking into the hotel. But still!
When the door opened again not long after, it was the same blonde haired girl looking out with a much less pleased look. During the second you had to move before the door opened, you were now leaned down to look into the hotel, on set of hands on your hips, the other in your knees to steady yourself.
Before you got the chance to get too much of a look, the door was yet again slammed in your face.
'These people do not seem as welcoming as they try to make themselves out to be.' You stood straight back up and watched the door for when the girl would, hopefully, open it again.
The next time the door was opened, the same girl was there, but this time accompanied by another. This one seemed much more hostile, wielding a spear that was almost immediately pointed at your throat.
"What are YOU doing here?!" The gray one was already off to a bad start in your book. So rude >:(
You, for some reason, do not feel fear for the sharp object uncomfortably close to a vital part of you. You only felt slight annoyance and much disappointment.
You held up the poster that they had supposedly put out everywhere (apparently too quickly if them jumping back was anything to go by). Pointing to certain parts of the flier, you nudged away the spear like it was nothing (it was pointed more into your fluff anyway).
"YOU are the ones that put this flier out, no?! It says "Help Wanted and Guests Welcomed," and at the moment I do not feel wanted NOR welcomed!"
With your short rant finished, you promptly did a sharp turnaround and walked forward before ploping down on the stairs that led up to the place. You sat there for a moment with a pout while a single tear rolled down before you heard what you assumed to be their attempt at a quiet chat.
"THIS is Valentino? I thought you said he was more... violent? Lewd?"
You turn quickly with a harsh, offended gasp.
"Violent? LEWD?! I have no clue who this "Valentino" man is, but I'll have you know I am no such thing!"
At this point, you were highly offended and genuinely concerned about how they expect to get any guests with how they treat someone they just met, confusing them with someone else before quickly judging/threatening them.
It was the blonde that stepped up first nervously.
"Ah, I'm so, so sorry for that. There seems to have been a misunderstanding." Ya think?! "What did you say your name was again?"
You give your name only because it is the polite thing to do and you refuse to be as rude as they were.
"And yours?" You were ready to turn and actually leave by this point, but might as well see who you need to avoid from now on.
She beams at this before quickly stating, "My name is Charlie," she pulled the other girl who dropped her spear in surprise. "And this is Vaggie!"
You nod along, acting as if you were still interested. You did need a place to stay after all, you had only just showed up, too. You had no real place to reside in.
'Do I really want to stay with these people? They were rather mean..'
The next few minutes were just apology after apology from "Charlie" for the mix-up.
"I swear that doesn't normally happen with our guests!"
You look around for a moment confused.
"What guests?"
You just catch Charlie shrink back at the mention. Vaggie sent you daggers, which you cared nothing for sense she already sent you a spear.
"I'll tell you what, you let me stay here, and all is forgiven and forgotten. Well, most of it, at least." You mumble the last part to yourself. If you do end up staying here, you will not let the gray one live the spear incident down.
"Yes! Yes, of course! Please do stay! We'd love to have you here, you're our first guest." Charlie looked away at the last part.
You give a deep sigh and respond with a tired "alright."
You trail in behind them, heading over to the little counter with the room keys and watching Charlie grab one for a room on the third floor. Why the third floor? You had no clue.
You took the key with a smile and a small "Thank you" before walking off.
Your room was very simple. White walls to match the white, queen size bed. It didn't look bad, just SO plain that it hurt your eyes.
Thankfully, you noticed some parts of the room seemingly suddenly begin to transform into your preferred setting.
You walked over and practically ploped onto your bed, watching your sheets bleed into a mix of the white and (favorite color).
You rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a long while. This was going to be a strange experience. And you were ready with open arms.
You sat up with a thought. 'Perhaps I can open my old bakery down here. That would be nice.'
You began to plan, wondering where you could start investing in a large supply of poison for those who wanted to do anything to your future little shop like you had seen done to others on your walk to the hotel.
Your face split into a large grin at the thought.
Alastor x Helper!Reader (part 2)
You had been with Alastor for quite a few years now, hardly leaving his side except for 'errands' he sends you on.
You stay as close as possible, sometimes becoming just a soul and going into his staff, where many others that have made deals reside. It had taken a while for this to become routine. Plenty of nights wandering around after being dismissed for the day.
You had no place to stay and weren't really bothered by it, more upset that you weren't there if Alastor needed your services. You knew he could simply summon you if he needed, but you preferred being there.
Alastor was actually out on a walk one night when he stumbled upon you not too far from his tower. You were sleeping... out in the open.. standing up..
Even after he had directly asked you, you were still hesitant to tell him.
You had wanted to stay with him, but he wanted you to leave. In your mind, it was that simple. Apparently, Alastor didn't feel the same.
It was when you finally told him how you felt that you found out about the space in his staff. He told you that normally those that he kept in his staff were the difficult souls that tried "poorly" to defy him, tried to cheat him out of the deal they made, or tried to find loopholes.
However, you had practically handed your own over on a silver platter, so he felt no real reason to do that.
Until then, that is.
You had your own little space in the staff, too. While it looked like all the others were crammed together in a small space, you were given a bedroom that looked close to the one you had when you served Alaster as a human.
You were home.
And you would never leave unless commanded.
There was a long period, seven years to be exact, where you were not summoned. When you were called upon after, for the first time in too long, Alastor had made you swear to never speak of the point in time. It didn't take much to keep your mouth shut. It never did.
He had talked with you for a long time before you both looked over at a TV that you hadn't even noticed was there. Alastor looked ready to rip it to shreds for interrupting your time together, but paused when a blonde headed girl popped up on screen, talking about a hotel of some sort.
You paid little mind to it and turned back to continue your conversation with Alastor when you saw his eyes locked on it, his expression changing to the mischievous one he wore when he found his new target/fixation for the next while.
You knew there was no going back to the conversation now, so you got prepared for whatever Alastor wanted to do.
"Shall I return to the staff, sir?"
He turns back to you with a snap of his head, as if you had just reminded him of your existence again.
"Oh! Yes, my apologies, my dear. Although it seems you already know. We shall continue this later!"
And with that, he raised his staff, and you closed your eyes as you felt yourself deform back into a soul, floating over to his staff and flying into the eye of it.
You felt yourself become a form of yourself, walking over to the recliner you had and plopping down into it. You watched through the eye of the staff as Alastor knocked on the door and tried to introduce himself, only to have the door shut in his face not once but twice.
You continued to watch him be able to properly introduce himself, feeling slight amusement at the moth one that tried to threaten him.
You watched as Alastor summoned "Husk" and "Niffty" to help with the hotel. You hadn't properly met them, but you knew who they were, and that Alastor trusted them to get this job done.
It wasn't one that called for your skills, so you were left to watch on in the staff.
This was the routine for the next while. You would remain in the staff for most of the day, watching everything play out. You almost jumped out when you saw "Sir Pentious" rip off part of Alastor's coat, ready to rip his throat out, but you refrained when you remembered that this was nothing Alastor wouldn't enjoy to do himself.
When the day was over, Alastor would head to his radio tower and summon you. You two would sit around talking for what felt like hours before you had to return. You both already knew practically everything about the other, but you two still told each other of the ones you've maimed to get where you are in power.
The first time he had called you out of his staff was not long after the cape incident. According to Alastor, Pentious had been allowed to stay at the hotel, claiming to want to be redeemed, your job was to find what he actually wanted.
It seemed pretty obvious from the start that it was a front, but when you became a shadow and witnessed him setting up a camera for Vox, an old rival of Alastor, you were a little surprised that they were seriously trying to use him. He honestly didn't seem the brightest for how advanced his tech truly was.
You hardly got a chance to relay the information to Alastor before you spotted "Angel", another person you had watched carefully (you felt like you would like them for some reason, even after they made Alastor uncomfortable) bust into the room, quickly overpowering Pentious. The snake reflexively opened his hood, causing the spider demon to stumble.
You once again were very close to jumping out to attack Pentious when you felt a ghost of Alastor's hand holding you back.
He didn't want for you to be revealed yet.
So you sat back and watched the rest unfold, only finally coming out when everyone had left and Alastor walked in. He walked over and grabbed a watch Pentious had dropped on the ground, you following close behind.
After he finished disposing of the watch, he turned to you.
"I have a new task for you, my dear. Keep a close eye on those pesky Vee's, they're getting a little too comfortable messing with the hotel. We can't have that, now can we?"
His signature grin looked a little strained at the moment, but you paid no mind to it, he would tell you if you needed to know.
You bowed your head with a "yes, ofcourse" and went on your way out. You knew where they were already. It would have been more difficult to not see the building.
You disappear into the shadows within the next second, quickly making your way through the quiet parts of the hotel, making sure to stay out of sight.
When you get out of the doors, you make quick work of getting to the large building covered in lights with three "V"s on top. You go through the doors and make your way around the area, again staying out of prying eyes and pesky cameras. When you finally reach a room that appears to have all three residing in it, you see a shit show.
*Vox's third pov*
"WHAT THE FU-SWHUCK WAS THAT?!"
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Yes, this is how I'm ending it for now, I need to get something out and I'm loving this so far and don't want to ruin it by trying to rush it too much.
Have a nice day!
I have a draft for a Muzan!Reader type thing, and part of it will have Enmu.
I love this man
I know that many don't and just find him down right creepy (which, fair enough) but I wanna burn a town for him, praise him, and the have him thank me as I make him bleed
So, yeah
Just imagine. You took over Muzan's position? Yeah, he's pretty upset that he'd never get blood from him, he was his king after all
But now he can suck up to you
And he does a damn good job at it
You want him on his knees barking like a dog? He'll ask you where he can get a collar quick, handing over a leash attached to it without you having to mention it
He comes back from a failed mission, only having eaten half of the humans he had aimed for, praise him anyway. Call him a "good boy" and watch him melt into the floor
But don't let him think you'll let him off the hook that easily
Let him go a few fails, get comfortable just basking in you mercy before ripping it away as punishment one day
Second time in a row of having to flee from a hashira? "Stay out of my sight until you show me you are worth the blood already running through you"
He'll do anything for your attention, so when that is the punishment, taking any chance away from him, you better believe he will kill any human that crosses his path to get strong enough to kill the next hashira within a 20 mile radius
Anything to get any scraps of affection again from who he might as well consider his god/goddess
Ignore him when you're angry, and keep him guessing what mood you're in
Not even Kokushibo can tell most of the time how you will feel the next time you see him
Be greeting him with a warm smile one day (if he's been extra good, pat his head), the next grab his face and force him to the ground with a gaze of "move, I dare you" and watch him squirm in place trying so hard be good
He loves your attention on him, good or bad
He used to try to get your attention by messing things up instead, trying to see your anger directed at him, but quickly stopped when all you did was ignore him
All you have to do to punish this man is act like you don't know he exists
I was thinking of doing more but I need to upload something. I got part 2 of both moth!reader and helper!reader on its way! Just fyi👀
Have a lovely day!
Hey
More pet au real fast
Ya know, because it won
More Genya cause i thought someone I know had asked for it but apparently it was something else that I will also be working on
Possible angst?
Lots of miscommunication and misunderstandings (ironic, right?)
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It had been a few months since you had purchased him and, possibly unintentionally, reunited him with his brother.
It had been long enough that you all had gone through a few of the common human holidays.
He had already known of these from past owners but none had gone as out of the way as you had.
The home was decorated to the point of when he saw it complete, he almost mistaked what house he was in. Even the smell had changed to what you had called "peppermint" for one, "cinnamon" or "pumpkin" for another. It was a strange smell that overwhelmed him at first, but you had lowered it when you saw the effect it had on your two demons.
That was another strange thing about you.
You CARED.
You paid attention to what upset them and what didn't. You did things that were inconvenient to yourself with little to no prompting from them.
So when he ended up hearing things he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to, he is both surprised and not.
Not surprised that there was a price to the kindness, but a little at what the price was.
He had seen you and Sanemi enter a specific room at least once a day after the year ending holiday happened. He attempted to ignore it at first, doing his best to hurry past the room that he'd almost always hear some sort of grunting from.
However, it was difficult when he knew it was happening to his BROTHER. And a little awkward for him as well.
He didn't want to intervene at first, not wanting to make it worse for him or his brother, but when he really started to see how tired his brother looked even several hours after, Genya's worry got the best of him.
He had gone up to Sanemi, questions spilling from his mouth on "Why? How? Why would you agree?" One after another. Both wanting to know the arrangement his beloved brother had agreed to, but wanting to stay ignorant at the same time.
Sanemi had to grab a hold of him to get Genya to stop talking long enough to get a proper question out of him. He only succeeded in getting some sort of mish-mash of "door.. pains...owner.."
It took a while, but Sanemi managed to piece together something about Genya's worry with how bad he looks when he leaves the locked room.
Sanemi was confused, why was Genya so worried?
"It's fine. It's just to let off some steam. Why do you look so freaked out?"
Genya's worry quickly changed to almost straight up denial.
"Wait, you're not being forced? You.. you enjoy that?! With THEM?!"
Forced? Now Sanemi was VERY confused. Actually, now that he thought about it, how do you force exercise?
"What? No, of course not! It's just to help us. Plus, it's just fun. The heck is wrong with you today?"
"FUN?!" What was happening?! He never thought Sanemi like something like that! Especially with a human.
Sanemi slammed his hand on the carpeted floor, succeeding in making a 'thud' and looked Genya in the eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?! 'Cause clearly we're not talking about the same thing!" Sanemi was pissed. He was being judged for something and he was pretty sure it was for it was something completely irrelevant to the current conversation.
"W-wha.. um.. do I really have to say it?" Genya was going slightly red, it was difficult enough for him when he was hinting at it, but to down right say it? He might as well die on the spot.
"If you want me to understand what the hell you're talking about me being ashamed for something that is helping me.." It was weird to admit out loud. He had been denying it for so long with you, and now he had to practically yell it to his brother so he would stop freaking out.
"Uh- ya know... you and.. the master... doin.." He tried to make as vague of a hand gesture as possible, leading to Sanemi just looking at him for a long moment.
He was almost worried he had seriously angered Sanemi somehow when said brother started laughing uncontrollably. What was so funny?
Sanemi was in TEARS. Genya thought he was doing THAT?! And with the master no less! He couldn't help it. The misunderstanding almost made sense, and that just made him laugh harder.
He hadn't laughed this hard in a long time, and what he was laughing at was one of the best things possible in his mind. (In the very back of his head, a little voice tucked away the thought that his little brother even knew about that possibility away for later, now was a time for laughter)
"It's EXERCISE!! Nothing more! And definitely not that." His face quickly changed to disgust, no wonder Genya was so confused.
"Yeah, the room you were talkin about, it's got a bunch of at home exercise equipment. Ya know, treadmills, weights, that kinda stuff. Not that crap, ya pervert."
"Oh"
Genya couldn't get more red if he tried. To make such a mistake! He wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of his life...
Genya was snaped out of his thoughts be an arm hoisting him up to stand. He looked at Sanemi confused as he led him out of the room and down the hall, only realizing what he was doing when they stopped in front of the door that started the whole thing.
"Ya wanna see?"
Sanemi was offering him to come with. It felt weird, knowing what he had thought was going on in here, only to now be proven (thankfully) wrong.
"Uh, I guess?"
Sanemi opened the door and guided him in, seeing just what he had described. Weights and other equipment everywhere. It wasn't the biggest room in the house, but it was definitely not the smallest. It needed to be for the amount of stuff in there.
They heard some clanking and looked over to see you putting a bar back on the bench press hooks.
"Hey! You're late." You were talking to Sanemi, but you weren't angry, more confused than anything. "What took ya so long?"
"Sorry," Sanemi started, walking over to you, grabbing a water bottle on the way from the mini fridge you both had put in here a while ago. "Had to clear something up real fast with him."
Sanemi pointed back to his brother, who stood there like a dear in headlights.
You were just sitting there, but you were in a tanktop with shorts, sweating, and chugging some water. It felt cliché, but his face started to warm again. You were just talking with Sanemi, laying down to get back to your workout, Sanemi getting in position to spot you.
Grnta more or less just watched for a while, seeing his brother going ham on one of the punching bags. He really did look like he was having fun.
This was... a weird home.
But a home he would like to keep if allowed..
A demon is never allowed anything...
:0
My asks are open!
I honestly didn't know how to do that before I just started looking through the settings randomly, and, BOOM!
This is really just a "here's what I'll do" post. There may be some that I haven't written down so feel free to ask about anything and I'll try to respond before the end of the year :)👍
Fandoms I know I can work with:
-Demon Slayer
-Hazbin Hotel
-One Piece
-Httyd (because I don't see enough of these)
-Naruto
Some that I'm less confident in:
-Supernatural
-Mha/Bnha
-Dsmp/Mcyt
-Fnaf
That kinda stuff, really, if you have an idea, just send and I'll see what I can do:)
Have a good day!
Ey, so even after posting those two, I got four others cookin in my drafts, just wanna know who wants what first (I did not specify, crap.. the slave!reader is the one I posted about not too long ago, it's a One Piece slave!reader)
Hazbin hotel :D
These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.
I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah
The True Virgin Tiger Moth (intro)
Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)
Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off
Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off
Runs a bakery
Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause
Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes
Ruins his reputation, again, just cause
Has never actually met face to face with Val
Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel
Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry
Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it
Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.
Reader very much does not like touch
Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"
Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling
The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.
A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.
You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.
You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.
You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.
You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.
As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.
"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.
You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.
Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).
It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.
While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.
You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.
You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.
"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?
Accept whatever help they give, obviously.
They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.
It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!
You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.
To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.
You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.
It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.
You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.
You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.
You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.
"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?
You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"
He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.
First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.
And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?
Alright, so, I have other drafts for the pet au that I'll hopefully be finishing some time soon but for now, I have been on such a Hazbin hotel high and I NEED to get these ideas down.
Mostly Alastor and Lucifer but I may do others later.
All with reader.
Possible Lucifer's tango (not in this one specifically), but I don't know how good I am at writing that stuff, so, just a heads up
Alastor x Helper Reader
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You had been working for Alastor for decades. Longer than either of you had died.
You had started working for his family when you were both rather young. His mother had hired you to make sure Alastor was alright after he left the house.
He wanted to disagree, but one look from his mother and the words died in his throat.
'Mama's boy'
You couldn't help but think for a split second with a small smile.
You hadn't meant it derogatory. You actually preferred knowing that the man you would work for could be so respectful towards his maternal figure.
And he was.
He was rather respectful to those around him, even yourself (which was the greatest shock to you, dear reader), and that just made you all the more loyal.
That was the thing with your family. They find someone to serve, and they latch on, never faltering no matter what the person did.
If anything, Alastor was more shocked than you when you first found out about his meat preferences and how he acquired them. You looked at his latest work and took no time at all to start cleaning up his mess.
He had worried he would have had to kill you for a short while. He had actually grown to enjoy your company. But he figured out quickly that he had nothing to worry about. He even noticed that when it was your nights to cook, you switched to using the newly acquired ingredients in no time.
You had even switched your own food to better accommodate having to get less food from other sources.
You followed and served him as long as you could, and the day that bullet went through his head, your heart had shattered.
You yourself had grown far more fond of him than you knew he ever could, but that didn't make the heartbreak any easier when the funeral was finished.
You wouldn't let that be the way his image ended.
You set out and finished off the one who did this to your... employer...
You continued the killings he started, continued the cannibalism, continued his name. You knew you'd never do as well of a job with his radio, and you didn't dare try, the radio was his, never yours. You nearly quadrupled what his actual killings were. Always staying just under the radar.
You never did die the way the world had hoped, now its a bullet in your head (..like him..), or electricity coercing through your very being, not a needle, filled with enough toxins that you wouldn't last a minute.
You died of your own accords, making sure it was in a retirement home as if just another civilian, still eating the very thing that started it all in secret.
When you fell, it was no surprise to you. Your only goal was to find Alastor, and man, it was easy. Just following the screams you had grown so accustomed to all the way to a radio tower.
You noticed that all around you seemed to steer as far away from you as possible or just straight up finish themselves off instead.
You knew why. You could feel your own power coming off in waves around you. You didn't care, however. When you did make it to the radio tower, a man dresses in red was standing in front, long bits of hair going straight up that resembled ears with antlers right next to them, clearly expecting a challenge if the defensive look to him was anything to go by.
Others may not have noticed, but you did easily.
There were spectators all around, doing their best to stay out of sight but still there, clearly expecting some sort of fight.
What no one, even Alastor, expected, was for the newcomer to drop to a knee in front of the deer man.
You had recognized him quickly, little to no difficulty whatsoever.
"I have made it to you at last, and I hope I did not disappoint." A simple sentence that ment so much but so little to those around.
It was then that Alastor recognized you as well. Of course you were to end up as (animal/demon), it was always your favorite.
Alastor's demeanor changed in an instant, from shocked to almost glee.
"(Name)! Darling, how you've grown!" Any tension he might have still had disappeared in an instant. He knew the extent of your loyalty. Even now, being so much stronger than him, he knew you would never raise a finger against him.
Your head bowed deeper at the indirect praise. You had yet to meet his eyes, which Alastor noted. He quickly moved you both into his radio tower. He walked over to you with a new confidence.
He moved a hand to grab your chin with a gentleness usually never given from him and tilted your head up to get a good look at you. You were practically glowing under the attention, if it wasn't already obvious by the shine in your eyes that you thought died out when the gunpowder ignited, the slight (swish of your tail, ruffle of your feathers, that kinda thing) was a dead giveaway.
He knew he already had you wrapped around his finger, but he still needed to secure his safety. He ran a thumb softly over your left cheek.
"Dear, how would you like to make a deal?"
You tilt your head to the side in confusion. A deal? But he could take whatever he wanted. You would make sure of it.
"Whatever you so wish."
You dip your head back into a full bow, feeling his hand move to run through your hair.
"Oh, don't worry, darling. You could ask for anything, and all I'd want in return is.. your soul~" he leaned closer, bringing your face back to look at him once again, grinning dangerously wide.
You look off for a moment in thought. Alastor wondered what you'd wish for. Especially considering you were, at the moment, three times more powerful than him.
However, again, even with the sheer difference, you looked as if you'd hand your soul over by itself if you could. Rip it out and hand it over with a nice little bow on top.
You look into his eyes once more. "Anything?"
"Anything, darling," he responded with such certainty.
"I.." you hesitated for a moment. "I wish to stay by your side for as long as we exist. To surve you and be the first you call when needed."
Your response only made his everlasting grin grow wider, seemingly proud to have such loyalty ready and at his disposal.
"Nothing else, my dear?"
"What I ask is all I could hope for." An easy response, as of practiced for this moment.
He reaches a hand out, and you watch as it glows green. You take it into yours, seeing it glow just that much brighter.
"Deal"
Saw one for Alastor and immediately knew who I wanted instead
Ok ok
Me has idea
So
I'm a big fan of one piece
K?
And I wanna write about it
So, I'm reeeaally into slave shit right now (mainly slave Luffy, don't judge me) and so I'm thinkin slave reader
This is gonna be inspired by... someone.. I'm not sure who they were off the top of my head but they did a slave male reader that was on the ship with Fisher Tiger and I loved it so I thought "hey, imma make somethin similar"
If I find who they are I'll ofcourse give credit and shit but for now, what do you peoples think?
Imma go ahead and have it drafted but I was wondering if maybe some people would want it on here or if I should post it somewhere else
Let me know💙💙
Had someone ask me that, told them I was fine.
YOU KNOW WHAT THIS GUY SAID?!
"you don't look fine."
WELL T H A N K Y O U CAPTAIN OBVIOUS
Wha- hey!! >:(
I'll forever remember how one of my friends didn't look at Tumblr for a month because she was working on a fic and didn't know to how to save drafts. Peace and love Al I hope you can get caught up on the entire ten people you follow.
Wow! Another :0
Schools back on so no promises on how fast these would come out :/
Anyway, Kanao's turn!
Still pet au
Ok, bye
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Kanao knew how to survive. Don't let them see what hurts you so they have no leverage.
You didn't have to try.
You weren't cruel.
That was the first thing that struck her as odd. Not that she could really feel the shock.
Well, she could. She always could. But if you keep the emotions buried, they couldn't be used against you.
She learned this at a young age.
Growing up from a small breading mill that was running short on money. So short that they sold their demons for dirt cheap.
It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't a high-quality demon. She was one that no one would bat an eye at if she disappeared. Even her owners after the mill thought so.
They weren't that well off either, so when they got her, they made sure she knew that they could sell her at any point for a quick, needed buck. So she 'behaved.'
She acted as what she thought any other good demon did, quiet and obedient. That didn't seem to help too much, however.
The owners after that were a bit better. They had more demons, too. Two sisters that immediately accepted her as one of their own, the younger being only slightly hesitant.
She had learned a lot from them. They took care of her. And when they were alone, when the owners were out, they were confused why she still had that emotionless, obedient attitude. She wouldn't make any decisions.
Kanae had a solution.
She had snuck into the masters' room and taken a coin that she knew no one would miss and gave it to Kanao.
Kanao was hesitant at first. This was stealing! And from their owners of all people.
But her sisters insisted. So she accepted it.
When no one was around and she needed to make a choice?
Coin flip.
When no one was around and the emotions she had built up were starting to show?
Coin flip.
It eased her immensely that she had this to fall back on, even if people still blamed her for the coins' choice. She was fine with this.
And it was from her sisters, so she would cherish it.
She grew with them, learning how to love from them. Showing them the smallest bit of herself.
It was a mistake.
The eldest, Kanae, as she learned, had feared for their life. A man had approached the girls and their owners on a night out, one of their better rewards for good behavior (that they didn't get too often thanks to Shinobu, the younger sister's, mouth) and Kanao accidentally bumped into him.
The man was shouting, and Kanao was confused. She had already apologized. Why was he still so angry? In her moment of thought, she almost didn't register the man raising a fist to hit her until Kanae had already moved in front of her and hit him herself.
Because of a demons' ridiculous strength, she broke several bones in the man's abdomen.
She was put down for this.
This broke both sisters all over again.
Kanae was the only one who really saw an upside to their situation, and with one demon in their care now having had a violent incident on her record, the owners wanted to get rid of the rest fast before a repeat.
So they were sold.
Once again, for dirt cheap.
This owner, you, seemed different somehow.
You never yelled. Hardly ordered.
You laughed when Shinobu made a snarky remark about you. Never truly offended.
And.
You gave them Kanae's hair pin and haori.
How you had aquired these? They may never know, they barely get a chance to ask anything about it without getting at least a little chocked up.
You broke the walls Kanao had put up for so, so many years so easily.
It may not have seemed like it to others, but you could tell. You paid enough attention to see her opening up even the slightest bit. To see Shinobu's sassy remarks getting fewer and further between.
You treated them like they were worth something, and that hit Kanao the hardest.
The two sisters' only regret is that their long past third couldn't get the same love before she was taken from this world.
But that was ok.
They promised themselves to live for her, so that, maybe, she could feel this happiness in the afterlife as well through them.
was planning for my next post to be another story but this is gold.
did he tho?
inspired by this post
Hang on... hear him out
unhinged caffeinated koby let him cook
Yooo! I'm writing something!
This is a kny pet au thing
Mah friend wanted some Genya, so that's what she's getting :)
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Why was he so unlucky?
He knows he deserves this. He knows he did everything wrong. He knows it's all his fault.
Genya knows he left him. He knows Sanemi will say that he had to, but he doesn't believe that. He could have helped him. He could have just stayed. He could have done anything other than just leave.
So, he knows he deserves all the pain. Home after home. All the same.
He had been starved to the point of cannibalism. Only then did he get the energy his body needed to truly grow.
But it was too late. He was already out of the ring by the time his everything increased. No longer small enough to be wanted as a simple house pet.
His last one saw the potential the first one thought they did.
So, he ended up right back in the ring. Full circle.
All the pain he went through for nothing. Except now, he doesn't have his big brother's shoulder to cry on when being the chew toy of the ring was too much.
Execpt now, he isn't a chew toy. He's one of the fighters. One of the killers. And he hates himself for it. He never wanted this. All he and his brother ever wanted was to he left alone.
Left in that alleyway to fend for themselves. But at least then they didn't have to kill their own kind.
Everyone knew who's territory was who's. No one had to fight.
And now, everything is flipped.
You ONLY get food if you kill. You can't show mercy, that's not fun to watch.
So, there he was, lying in his cage, waiting to be called in for his 5th fight in the last hour.
The pain is unbearable.
The throbbing in his head. The aching in his limbs. The water overflowing from his eyes. The blood still in his mouth. The footsteps walking his wa-
Genya jerks up. A little too fast as now his headache is back tenfold.
He waits a moment to get his vision cleared back up before slowly crawling as close as he dared to the bars of his little cage. He looked through just in time to see his handler and a new person walking up to the other cages.
The person was you.
He had never seen you before but there was something familiar about you. He knew it wasn't your appearance. He always remembers a human. It's hard to forget those he fears with his whole being.
But no. He has never seen you before in his life. But there was SOMETHING about you that made him happy. That made him feel safe. And he didn't like how powerful it was.
By the time you got around to his cage, it was clear what you were there for.
You were here... to buy one of them? From a fighting ring? He had never heard of such a thing.
Getting rescues? Sure. That was how HE was adopted after all. But straight out of the ring? Were you insane?
You must have been because the next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him. You looked down at him with an expression of almost recognition.
"This one. This is the one I want."
The handler and Genya both shared a look of shock.
You wanted him? There was no way. But there was no hesitation in your voice. It was clear there was no changing your mind.
He wasn't sure if he was happy about this or not. Yes, he wanted out. Out of the ring. Out of the fowl air that always held the scent of death.
But did he really want to take the chance of a worse home? He knew it could get a lot worse for him easily.
However, just as always, he doesn't have a choice. And next thing he knows, you're handing over a large stack of cash to his, now old, handler. He was being drug out of his cage by his neck, just as the man had always done to get him out.
But, once he was handed to you, you held his chain with a much more gentle hold. Not one held high enough for him to just sit there and choke him. Not ine that held him so close to you he was practically leaned against your leg, only to get hit for touching a human without permission.
You held it with a hold that actually gave him room to move his head and even shimmy back if needed.
The words exchanged between you two were short, and soon he was being brought outside. He was being brought over to a newer looking car. You opened the door to the passenger seat and looked at him.
He was greatly confused. Was there someone else coming with?
It seemed he took too long as the next thing he knew, you were picking him up and placing him in said seat. It made no sense, however, as the front seats were for humans, not for demons.
Nonetheless, you close the door and walk around to the driver side.
He doesn't dare to move. How could he? You put him in a human seat. And he had no room to question you.
So he sat there, perfectly still the whole way. He couldn't help himself looking out the window, watching as the buildings slowly turned to trees.
Where were they going? He had never been out of the city. Even with the number of houses he had been to, they were practically down the street from each other.
A few more minutes into the ride, and you're pulling off to a dirt road, up a small hill, and past a gate, right to the front of a rather large house.
Not a mansion, not by a long shot. But a nice, two story house that was clearly cared for. Plants galore and a visible green house in the back.
Was that where he was staying? It would be difficult to stay out of the sun, but it was still better than other homes.
You pulled up to the house, climbing out of the car before going around to open the door and even helping him climb out, too.
He started to go down a train of thought of how surprisingly kind you've been with him but was abruptly cut off by yet another wave of feeling calm and safe to be around you.
It wasn't just you anymore, however. As of now, it seemed no matter where he was, all around him was "calm, safe, trust, love."
It was faint in the car as well. He realized quickly it was the smell, but he wasn't sure what scent would make him feel this to such an extreme.
As he thought of this, he mindlessly walked behind you, not even realizing he had followed you INTO THE HOUSE until carpet met his bare feet.
When he did come back to his senses, he tried to step back out quickly, only to hit the door you had just shut.
"I'm home! And I brought someone with I think you'll want to see!" You had called out like he was an old friend.
He was scared, completely out of his element in a human house. He tried to calm himself but found it a little too easy as the nice smell seemed to be everywhere in here.
"I'm right here." A voice came out of nowhere that resided on the couch.
You walked over and started talking to the one laid out of the couch. The couch was faced away from him, so he couldn't see who it was, but the voice seemed oddly familiar, too.
However, when you introduced him and the one on the furniture whipped his head around fast enough to send it flying off, Genya was left with no more wondering.
Now more wondering of the calming smell, or the familiar voice, why it all made him feel safe.
The owner of it all was the dear brother he was so afraid to see.
"'Nemi..?"
@sleepy-apparition :D
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Don't judge me, just give me the shirt
i love submissive men baby tee by moxi mimi
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No words needed
ID in alt
Glad I don't live around any apartments or hotels
im never standing on my balcony naked again