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mullermilkshake · 4 months ago

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Which choice is wrong?

It's always raining. Though today is different.

Android!Suguru x Sex worker!Reader Inspired by Detroit become human (AWESOME GAME BTW) Fem!reader,Naoya is a dick,Blood and gore/ violence,Mentions of abuse/ getting paid to receive abuse,Prostitution,Murder,Choking,Strangling,Bent over a desk,Blood spray

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It was raining again.

It always seemed to rain on the days you were furthest down in the pit you couldn’t seem to get away from.

Just one more month. Then, you could escape the place that had forced upon you a false sense of security under the guise of taking care of their own, giving you opportunities to make connections and garner more attention. When you got out of here, like hell would you ever go to the rich old men that fleeted in and out of those double doors just for a touch of your body.

You loathed the attention, but how were you ever to pay for the piling medical bills if you didn’t? Illness struck families like a train wreck, while evident of the damage at surface level, the true monster lusting for blood lingered underneath where no one could see him.

Still, you worked that pole every night like your own life depended on it and waited for the inevitable. You catch someone’s eye and they pilfer you off into a specialty private room for thirty minutes and do whatever they want to you- within reason.

Warranted, the reasons were… vague.

But that’s why each girl had a state of the art android to accompany them in each room. The club stated they were merely for the client’s needs, though you saw it as a deterrent. Though the androids did not gossip, or even function as real human beings, their extraordinarily human-like faces were enough to make the more aggressively sexual men think twice. They did not need to eat, gather materialistic things or take bathroom breaks. And required no payment in return for their services.

The android who you were automatically paired with on arrival was more often than not, the same one. It seemed to like going by the name Suguru. Well, you couldn’t quite call the android ‘it’ to its face, the android was far too human-like to ever be considered an ‘it’ by you.

So you referred to the android as ‘he’. And Sugru seemed to be content by it.

“Good evening, Miss Lady.” His name for you when every other android referred to you by first name alone.

“Hello, Suguru. How… how are you doing?” Like he could actually give you a detailed description of sitting in storage until the club opened.

“Delightful. I’m ready to work tonight like always. I hope you are well?”

He watched you like he always did, more closely than the others. It was as though he was trying to work you out, or figure what facial expression you were using to properly gauge the conversation. You could never read him because you never knew what he was thinking, that was if he thought about things in the first place.

What do androids think about when they aren’t working? Do they judge people, or maybe they talk to each other like some weird social network we aren’t aware of?

“I’m good, thank you-”

“Still conversing with those things like they know how you’re feeling?”

You looked over your shoulder and noticed your colleague already dressed and ready, her skirt riding up her thighs and heels higher than necessary. It only made her taller and more intimidating, right from the soles of her feet which she loved stepping on weaker men with, to her snow white hair that fell effortlessly past her accentuated shoulders.

“Hi Mei, uh… I-” you stopped before you followed her into the dressing room. “I’ll be right out, Suguru.”

Mei’s sarcastic chuckle made you follow behind and try to justify yourself. “I just feel bad for these androids… no pay, constantly working or sitting in that stuffy warehouse when they aren’t. It sort of makes me feel bad, y’know?”

“They’re just expensive hunks of metal and plastic, Love. Nothing human will come from them, they just turn a profit.”

“But what if one day, they did?”

A constant thought across your mind, what if one day, an android decided that enough was enough and snapped? You had seen how those things were treated in public, who knew how they were treated behind closed doors? With the advancements in technology, anything was possible now.

It made you wary of them.

“I doubt they’ll do it in our lifetime, if they were to do something like that. I wouldn’t bother about it, not when the tips are this good and we don’t have to share with them.” Mei sat down at the dresser and fiddled with her hair whilst you began getting changed.

You had done your make up before you left home tonight, the routine taking far too long to entertain getting wet out in the oncoming thunderstorm. You took a taxi, an expensive one at that. But again, you reiterated to yourself that you only had a month and you could get out of here and find another job while you paid off one of the bigger medical bills you had been saving for.

Another job, one more dignified and better paying. In the coming week, you had three interviews lined up, all fully aware of your current occupation and they all still agreed to entertain an interview. You were incredibly hopeful.

“Well, I’ll be off.” She climbed back out of her seat and smoothed out the skirt that covered a portion of skin Mei usually had on show. “Yaga’s back for seconds. I just can’t help but make him feel tiny. Poor man…”

See, Mei had a niche which had the usual suspects and even the more shocking ones flock to her. You had a niche too. A dangerous one to get as many tips as possible.

You learned how to apply makeup pretty early on to flawlessly hide the evidence of the clients misdeeds so that it didn’t prove you to be ‘used’ or ‘damaged’. That seemed to lower the amount of tips you would receive on a nightly basis. Sure, Makeup took time, but when it was the difference between a thirty dollar tip, to something more upwards of two hundred dollars, you learned exceedingly fast to understand what men wanted.

In other words, you let them downright abuse you, if you wanted to call it what it actually was. Though your manager just called it being overzealous, or sexually frustrated. It still never stopped you from wandering home at three o’clock in the morning and sobbing in the bathtub scrubbing the sweat and filthy fingerprints from your body on a nightly basis.

Still, One more month to go. Then you’d be free for a time.

“Are you ready, Miss Lady?” Suguru had been waiting outside for you like he always did, almost waiting on your command to leave the spot he’d been instructed to wait.

“I am, you can go ahead and wait at the bar until I have a client, Suguru.”

He blinked at you, his expression even neutral. “My apologies, Mr Zenin, has sent over the docket for tonight. You already have five bookings and you are to go into room three momentarily, but-.” His eyes stared blankly into nothing. “Mr Zenin has just requested you into his office.”

Naoya Zenin, the club manager once taking over from his father who was just as much a bastard and he was. You barely ever saw him these days and when you did, it was maybe for a few minutes before he took his usual girls into his office to fuck. Everyone seemed to love him, you absolutely loathed him. Most of the girls here had slept with Naoya at some point, the exceptions being you and Mei, because Mei made it clear that she’d never do such a thing for free when she could get paid for it.

And Naoya Zenin wasn’t a man to be belittled like she enjoyed. No, he took pleasure in doing that himself.

“Uh oh…”

“Is there anything I can help with?” Suguru remained on that spot, his head tilted to the side as he studied your expression.

“Can you come with me? I-I think I know what this is about.” Your resignation. You were obligated to, by law, give electronic notice on file to even attend an interview. Some companies withheld releasing it if they weren’t sure of your suitability for the job, and some did so before the interview. This meant one of the jobs you were interviewing for must have decided to take you on without an introductory interview.

So Naoya must have received your resignation.

“Of course.” Suguru nodded and led you across the club to Naoya’s office.

Would he get angry? Of course he would. You being the only girl that let men hurt you the way they day turned a huge profit for him, he was set to lose out on a large chunk of money if you were to go.

But he couldn’t keep you here. Well, you were sure he couldn’t.

You knocked and tried to make sure that it left no room for interpretation that you were scared, or anxious in seeing him. The door slid open automatically and Naoya Zenin sat behind his desk like he was the king of this little fucked up kingdom his father created.

Talk about riding on someone else's coattails.

“Mr Zenin, you wanted to see me?” You bowed as was custom and stood as straight as you could so the animal could not see you as prey, yet he did most of the time.

Suguru stood off to the side and seemed to power down, staring off into space at a specific spot on the panelled wood wall.

“You walk in 'ere tonight just like that, and yer handing ya notice in?” He was never one for actual introductions or pleasantries.

What could you even say to that? ‘I dont fucking want to be here anymore you creepy prick?’ No, even though you wanted to.

“Uh…I-”

“Stop mutterin’ and use yer words carefully.”

“I have family obligations that have changed, so I have to be available at night. My apologies, sir… I haven’t attended any interviews yet- I didn’t know they were-”

You jumped at the sound of his fist banging on the table that should have shattered his own fist, your heart thumped and never settled whilst the adrenaline pumped through your system.

“You think you can leave?” His wide grin did not match the fury in his voice. Then he huffed and seemed to simmer down instantly. “I guess you can do what yer want, who am I to stop ya, hm?”

Every alarm bell in the pit of your stomach jumped up and down and screamed at you not to trust him, to get out and leave right away. “Thank you, Sir… I-I realise this is sudden.”

A month was not sudden, he had plenty of time to find another girl to replace you. But would he? Again, your gut was coaching you to step back and leave through the office door and maybe use Suguru as a shield of sorts to protect you from the raw anger you knew Naoya had.

“Come ‘ere.”

“Sir?”

He motioned to his lap and patted it, practically cooing at you. You were in no position to refuse now either. Would Suguru protect you if Naoya were to do something rash, or would he just watch like all the other times you were in a fearful situation?

“I said, come here.” He said so with a terrifying smile on his face that you assumed was supposed to be a comforting one.

You did, and instantly regretted that decision.

Naoya sat lazily slumped in his chair, turning to face you with a certain impassive expression. “Yer a clever girl, aren’t ya?”

How should you respond to that? “Well… I-”

It was quicker than you ever could have anticipated, Naoya took a fist full of your hair and pulled you down awkwardly so your head was level with his own. “Y’think you can just walk outta here? I own you, yer contract is up when I say it is.”

“Mr Zenin- ow!- please let go, I have clients!”

He yanked you close and his voice grumbled in your ear to tickle it uncomfortably. “You work when I say. You stop when I say. You fuck when I say. Got it?”

You were certain if you agreed, he’d let you go. “O-okay, I understand-“

He stood up and kicked the large office chair behind him which slammed against the wooden panels. You lost your balance as he pushed you, still with a fistful of your hair so that you fell on top of his desk.

Just then, the office door opened. “Mr Zenin I have some-“

“Fuck off!”

You couldn’t tell who it was, but they reacted to Naoya’s aggressive words like anyone else. The office door closed immediately and you were on your own again.

Suguru still remained where he was after a brief glance you managed in his direction.

Stupid android. Think for yourself!

It was like he was unaware that you were bent over Naoya’s desk, his hips pressed against you and his ironclad grip squeezing the base of your neck which shoved your face into the mahogany.

“Now. You’ll be a good slut, and do yer job. Or I’ll make things real difficult for you. Do y’understand?”

“Mr Zenin-“

“You women are all the same, aren’t ya? Always me, me, me and never thinkin’ what the men want. I could kill your right now and y’wouldn’t be missed… don’t forget all I do for ya, a lil appreciation wouldn’t go amiss.”

Now he was squeezing your neck, silently choking you. His weight on top of you made it difficult to move, to speak, plead.

“S-Suguru…” his blurred out of sight when things got dark.

“I’ll keep a close eye on ya from now on, don’t yer forget it- what that fuck do you want, fuck off!”

You couldn’t see what was happening, you only gasped for breath and coughed, spluttering at the sudden release from your neck. Naoya had let go and gone silent, but you didn’t dare move or open your eyes for fear it was some sick test.

A struggle. You sensed a struggle behind you. He could have been putting his perversions on you and touching himself. That’s what you assumed until you dared to look and saw that Suguru was no longer where he was before.

“You fuckin’…” you took a chance and spun around to see Naoya clawing at Suguru’s hands around his neck.

“Apologise to her.” The android said, teeth gritting and fists shaking.

“S-Suguru,” you were still coughing and nursing your neck. “Don’t kill him… They’ll deactivate you.”

“Fuck… you…” Naoya managed, his eyes swelling and bloodshot from an insurmountable pressure.

You didn’t realise the blood splatter until you were sprayed with it, when Suguru ripped his throat out and showered you with iron smelling red. Naoya clutched at his neck and went to grab you, falling down to his knees gurgling like a hose pipe. And then, he didn’t move after he fell to the ground.

You tried to breathe, taking in little shallow half gasps to try and calm yourself before you spoke. You were sure to scream in terror to cope with all that blood. There was a lot of blood in the body, no one ever mentioned that before.

Suguru covered your mouth before you could scream, pulling you close to his chest and burying his fingers in your hair. The blood was seeping into you strapped heels and disgustingly clinging between your toes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just could bear it anymore. I really tried.”

You managed to pull your head away so that you could try to formulate words. Suguru’s change of character begged a question that managed to articulate itself amidst the panic.

“W-what… how are- how come…”

How was Suguru talking that way and why was he moving more fluid than you’d ever seen?

He caressed your cheek and rubbed red from your face. “I know this must be a shock, to be honest it is for me too. I don’t really know what’s going on.. But seeing you hurting all the time makes me so...” He was searching for the words. “Angry… and I don’t want you coming to harm ever again. Not while I’m around.”

“You… you’re thinking for yourself.” So the time came before your lifetime ended. “They’ll deactivate you for this, Suguru- I can’t protect you.”

“No… it’s my turn to protect you. We'll run away, and you never have to come back here again.”

The thought of running away occurred to you, just not with an android. Especially one that had just murdered someone right in front of you. You wanted to say no, but the power imbalance frightened you. What if he didn’t like your answer and did something to you? He said he didn’t like people hurting you, but never expressly said he wouldn’t hurt you.

“How does that sound? Do you want to get out of here?”

What was the right choice?

Leave with him in fear of the police and fear of his sudden temper?

Or send an android who was just protecting you back for deactivation?

Whichever you chose, you’d have to live with the consequences.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or game. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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karfecc-dreamer · 9 months ago

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Who would have thought that I would get involved in this fandom...

...I. I could have thought. And I thought about it this spring. And I got involved in this fandom 😏

HEAR ME OUT, I CAN'T RESIST A PATHETIC PHONE MAN WITH CONSTANT MIGRAINES. I wouldn't be me if I didn't get interested 😭

So, uhh.... here's bunch of drawings

(Gore and some spoilers alert!!)

(don't mind lazy crudely drawn scribble in the end, I got tired....)

If I had a nickel for every time a poor phone fella (who deserved better) from the game that I love got a mind-blowing treatment and I drew it, I'd had two nickels--

I love drawing Frankie with freakishly long eyelashes for some reason :T

ESPECIALLY the monster one

Aaaaand.... Some of my old art as well!!

There's my first Finding Frankie art EVER. I did this for the art-craft-cosplay-etc contest which took place on the game's official Discord this spring... AND I WON. I was kinda shocked, but proud, but shocked, but still-

It also has a GIF version, but I have no idea how to put this in the post.... If I figure out how, I'll do it a little bit later

I still love how this one turned out, btw. It look so... I don't even know how to describe it. Edible??...

Two of my other old drawings!! I... I don't know how to think about them. They kinda nice, but kinda... Mehhh. Idk

Anyway, sorry for the yapping! It will happen again!!

#finding frankie #henry hotline #frankie the magician rabbit #Last tag look scary af for some reason

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lampinspectingmoth · 3 months ago

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Guh. Since i cant play the Eternal sugar update till somewhere around 5 pm i will cope by writing more shit about the angst contineuation to @fishymom-art FaB au

Specifically focusing on the Hollyberry kingdom 😼

Some things are different from the original post thst i made btw.

Oh and also quick thing that any further updates aboit this stupid thing will be posted on @cookiekissercertified

Tw for cannibaslism, death, depictions of violence and cookie gore, our fav they getting obliterated including some others cookies and my shitty grammar </3

So, quick recap on what happens to Hollyberry in this shit

Hollyberry cookie gets bored of traveling since she has basically been all over earthbread and has done nesrly everything she can so she goes back to her kingdom and copes with her boredom by drinking and eating. Her eating branches out into cannibalism and it only becomes known she she has been too far gone and cannibalises her son and daughter-in-law. Pitaya tried to stop her but they ended up getting ripped to shreds.

So, what happened to the other cookies like Eternal Sugar, Wildberry, Princess Cookie, Tarte Tatin, etc.?

Well, its time for some juicy murder

*cracks my knuckles*

So, Eternal sugar was put in a cage in a seperate room, all alone. Well, unless you dont count Pitayas molding corpse in one of the corners. Hollyberry felt really bad for doing what she did to Pitaya and refused to just throw their slowly deterioting body away, so she just put them into the same cage as Eternal Sugar. Eternal cant exactly do much about, now can she? All she can do about the corpse is watch as it slowly falls apart, as Pitayas dough falls apart and molds, as their Strawberry dries on the cages floor.... yummy :3/jkjk

ESC tried to reasoson with Holly, to stop this madness, but Holly dint listen, she wasnt going to take this agonizing boredom forever.

Wildberry, coming to his senses afther the fight with Pitaya tried stopping Hollyberry. But it dint work. Nothing was going to stop Hollyberry with stubborness and want to feel something other than boredom.

Wildberry dint last long in the fight. Getting repeatedly bashed with hollyberrys shield isnt the best thing. The finishing blow was when Holly hit him over the head with the shield.

Royal Margarine also tried to talk stuff out with Hollyberry too along side Tarte Tatin. Tarte Tatin got obliterated (and prolly cannibalised), Royal Margarine barely escaped with Buttercream.

Hollyberry now also uses Tarte Tatins canon as a weapon too alongside her shield.

Princess Cookie was forced to stay away from the kingdom by Knight Cookie no matter how much she tried to return.

Errrrrrr what others cookies are in the Hollyberry kingdom

Raspberry met the same fate as most of the other dezitens in the kingdom.

Tiger Lily disapeared.

Guh. I hope I am not forgetting anybody.

There are prolly so many grammar mistakes im not noticing.... fucking explodes now

I might write about Dark Cacao and his kingdom on the next post on the other blog

Sorry if this is all over the place i am HORRIBLE at putting my ideas into words. Espiacally in english cuz it aint my first language

Yirppee ^^

#fix a beast au #hollyberry kingdom #hollyberry cookie #eternal sugar cookie #i am not tagging every coomie in this post because i am in the middle of english class rn

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yvilonion · 7 days ago

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Do you have original stories/characters you have not shared yet? Who's your favorite to draw right now?

OC TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHHEHEHEH TEEHEE HEHHE OC TIME OC TIME

before i got hyperfixated with snowcrow all i ever did was draw my ocs!! ive got tons of art stashed away but my instagram is full of them if u wanna go see

this is them HEHE the main ones. married!! childhood friends to lovers :) its hard to say who i love more bc both have their own charm. NOW bf i get into the nitty gritty of their lore ima just say these were my ocs since i was like 11 so theres a lot of um cringeworthy stuff that i js couldnt bring myself to get rid of bc it stuck. like their names. dudes name is taro and gals name is osana, na for short. "isnt that the name from yandere simulator" yes bc i was a fan of that game and basically stole it but who cares yandev is a weirdo so the names are mine now and my characs are better.

their story is kinda depressing when u think about it but i bury it under all the humor. its an immortal x mortal trope, taro a god, na a human. i dont wanna get into how exactly na got entangled with deities and shit but yeah they grew up together, A LOTTA shit happened, caught feelings, MORE SHIT HAPPENS, got married, even more shit happens, they have kids but couldnt grow old why? cuz the story takes place in the future where technology is so advanced humanity's last goal really is to reach immortality. now the boss of the gods is mother earth who was like "no i dont fw that u cant bend the laws of death" which becomes the trigger for the apocalypse to happen (by natural causes) world split in half everybody dies allat. BUT taro being the god of sin and karma plays a HUGE role in holding the "end of the world event", BUT hes not doing his job bc hes playing house house with the human he married. which causes a delay in the whole apocalypse schedule. which sparked a lotta anger from the heavens above hell below and whatnot. long story short, shit does not end happily, his family dies and he continues being a lonely immortal dreading the day he was born a god, not a boy. the end.

yeah um i actually hate their canon story haha so theres TONS of aus i made for them. one where theyre both human and happy (sorta), one where they grow old together and the story passes down to their kids and their shenanigans, one where a good amount of ppl actually survived the apocalypse and started a new era. theres even some that only carries a few aspects of the canon lore, but in itself is actually a whole different story lmao. yeah theres TONS.

neway spam of super old art incoming

this is taro (tw: blood and mild gore)

hes actually really cute and tries his best to be a good person but he uh got a lotta issues as well so sometimes he can be really mean and scary and he eats people but yk hes a god u cant expect him to be normal

na! my girl my best girl... this is about her btw

this is her in roblox (royal high) lol. BACK THEN royal high sucks now

yeah thats na yeah thats also snowcrow daughter LMAOOO i made her their child bc her having two dads makes so much sense. obv an au and her name is odessa instead

shes lwky insane bc all the living with gods and magical beings and shit fucked with her head. i mean she still... behaves like any person would, shes js unhinged at times.

shes also supposed to be a twin but she ate her in the womb. so theres an au where shes a triplet with 2 brothers!! well i mean sorta. theyre actually her shoulder angels but they have a sibling dynamic. i told u man the aus are ridiculous but whatever

UHHH YEAH UM THERES A LOT and tumblr only allows 30 images per post so u can skim through my insta!

support my webtoon when it comes out in like umm 100 years haha what uhh yeah hmm. its also another au lol.

other shit

this is taro's shoulder angels in the shoulder angel au thing but they dont consider themselves siblings. more like a business relationship like "okay js do what we say and you wont die alone hopefully"

bruh i js found this this was from years ago see? prophecy foretold she is snowcrows daughter

JNRAIHGLIRJLJ REALLY OLD ART DONT LOOK AT HOW CHOPPED TARO IS but the colors are aight. anyways bye

#asks #oc

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xxnashiraxx · 10 months ago

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With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.”

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.

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smolbunart · 2 months ago

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ART DUMP

Bab:MaO Oc X Canon!

If you dont like oc x canon stuff, please skip ahead. If you do, enjoy!

(@cxffinpinnk HERE IT IS BTW :DDDDDDD)

SPOILERS FOR EVENTS I WANT/WILL HAPPEN IN BAB:MAO!!!!

height difference

A scene in Act 1, chapter # idk yet in my Au!

for context, a man was trying to get Bonnie away from the boys to dance (as well as a woman, who successfully managed to get bendy away from the group already), but Cuphead felt off vibes from him (working for the devil and all, he has learned to sense these things). He swopped her away before she could give the man an answer, going to the dance floor where he could talk to her in private.

"There's something shady going on..." he starts. "The people here... Are odd."

As they talk, the music picks up. The man looks at them with an evil eye, so to not look suspicious they dance along.

Having only known each other for about a month, their chemistry while dancing was incredible, and caused a sight on the floor against their wills; though they were unknowing to the crowd forming (that also blocked off the man from getting to them) as they were actually having fun (was it the alcohol... or did they genuinely enjoy the other's company in this moment...?)

Once the song stops, they end in a classic dip-pose. Applause erupts from the surrounding crowd as they realize the position they were in; eyes having been previously closed as they laughed and danced...

Embarassing~~~

One of many Musical snippets I want to happen in the story (this one is planned to be in Act 4 i believe)

Yes... Bendy and Boris: MELODIES AS ONE is a musical au. sue me.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE NEXT PICTURE!!! CONTAINS (HEAVY?) GORE AND BLOOD! (INTESTINES, OPEN STOMACH, ANGST)

This is planned to happen VERY early in the story...

Spoiler!!! Mugman doesn't get shot this time! :D

Spoiler... Cuphead still shot the bullet :0

anyways, here are some timseskip fanchildren designs to make up for the sudden sadness!

Hope y'all liked the post!!

Later Loves!!

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game-on-comics · 2 months ago

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WELCOME TO GAME ON! The blog that’s all about the Miis being the silly goobers they are!

Heya, it’s me Caro talking. I’m the main artist behind the creation of this blog! This was created mainly to revamp very old childhood comics and make new comics that are jokes on the Miis and the games. But this also blew up as a big ask blog too! I have some helpers with me that help me with drawing the ask replies, go support them too!! :3

Caro: @carogdraws

Kaho: @lovangeline

Skeeter/Archie/Bobby: @mister-morrow

Mikey: @mikeytea

Dunbar/Reese (not on Tumblr)

The banner image is also a art collab with a lot of fellow Mii artists! Go check out the full piece and all the credits too!

ASK THE MIIS!

You can go ask anything to the Miis! Here are certain points before you do send them in:

THE BLOG’S RATING IS UNIVERSAL/PG! Meaning no NSFW, no heavy gore, no swearing, no excessive violence. Things that can be more surface level like alcohol and mentions of horror/mature stuff are allowed as long as we don’t go into more mature territory. We can’t however control if people look things up, this is the Internet after all.

ABSOLUTELY NO HATE ALLOWED! We all have our preferences in the Miis and our dislikes, but if your entire personality revolves around hating specific Miis, don’t go send an ask about this! It’s stupid to hate a bunch of tris in a game that don’t really affect your life, and the Miis don’t deserve the hate. Give the Miis love, even the underrated ones! They love being showered in compliments and praise :3 (Also general rule of not being hateful to any race, gender, sexuality, religion, nationality, disability, ect. Let’s be respectful to each other as well)

IF POSSIBLE AND APPLICABLE, DO SOME RESEARCH BEFOREHAND! I personally don’t have motivation to answer asks that are misinformed or have gotten a good question if they didn’t miss a crucial plot point. The Wii Sports Wiki, despite being not very reputable, has always been based on facts and details that are canon in the actual games if you find the pages on the Miis and the game modes (I find that the My Miis Wiki is more fanmade hcs that state to be facts, so please proceed with caution there). These asks are, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, annoying and basically you’ll only get the Miis calling you a dingus for missing crucial info.

AVOID ASKING DRAWING "REQUESTS"! Sometimes, we receive things to draw that will only appeal to the asker but not to us artists. The Miis are people too, don't boss them around to follow your "commands", and if the request is way too weird for me to retranslate to drawing, I will ignore your ask completely. If it's to suggest costumes or clothing styles, then the Miis will do so if they wish to do so. Other asks saying "Try drawing this..." or "Draw that now..." will get immediately deleted.

YOU ARE TOTALLY ALLOWED TO GIFT THE MIIS WITH STUFF! You can give Miis objects, food, drinks, ect. Just be warned, like in Tomadachi Life and Miitopia, the Miis have preferences! They may or may not like what you give them~ >:)

NO SPAMMING THE INBOX! There’s a ton of asks to go through, and all the artists have their own lives to deal with too, so please be patient with us! :3

AND HAVE FUN! This is a comedy based blog, so let’s have some fun asks, and lore asks are highly encouraged as well! Let’s all be happy and have a laugh when the replies arrive!

If the situation is severe or a major rule is broken, your ask(s) might get deleted or your account might be blocked from this blog.

Don’t be shy to ask btw! You can keep yourself anonymous too if you’re shy, that’s no problem.

Also to see the main post recapping the Poofesure related asks, go here!

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this fun blog! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#game on #ask the miis #mii #miis #miiblr #intro post #meet the artist #meet the artists #digital art

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gremlinmodetweeker · 11 months ago

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Writhe Beneath Me

More Summoned!König! This one is mainly you, Summoner, König just comes in the end to reassure you. Btw you're kinduva badass in this? You fight off a whole summon. I think the idea could be a bit more fleshed out later, but it's what I've got now.

Also, is this me sowing the seeds of a plot? Maybe!

Anyways!

TWs: graphic violence, gore, assault, killing a big ugly beast that's trying to kill you

Wordcount: 2.8k

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Writhe Beneath Me

You picked up your sword with one hand and held your vial of enchanted water in the other. You looked back at König, who gave you an assuring nod.

“C’mon summoner, you’re up first!” your drill sergeant called you from the bench.

“Do not worry, Summoner,” König whispered into your ears, “I will be here for you.”

You nodded as you stood and brushed yourself off. The scabbard of your sword in your hand felt heavier than before, almost as though König had been lightening the load for you.

When you stepped into the light, you could see the drill sergeant’s crimson robes, the bright lights shining white off the silver embroidery woven artfully into the edges. His glare was shrouded by darkness, perfectly hidden from the light behind him. Something about the way he squared his chest and crossed his meaty forearms over each other set you on edge.

You scurried past him, ignoring the chuckles from a few of your teammates as you hauled yourself up and into the sparring ring.

“Right,” the sergeant addressed you gruffly, “you know the drill, but I’ll go over it again for the others. Get in the ring and banish whatever summon I bring up to come at ya,” he turned to the group, “when you’re out there working? You’re using your summons to fight yer battles, but other people are using theirs just the same. And remember: kill the summoner, kill the summon. So when you’re out there tryna use your summons to kill other summoners, same thing’s happening to you. That’s why,” the drill sergeant started tracing a pattern on the floor, “you need to be able to protect yourself against summons without using your summons.”

He stepped back and looked at you, and a chill ran through you. Something about the way he grinned seemed wrong, twisted and reflected in the wrong angle. It wasn’t right.

The glass behind you sealed behind you, closing you out from the rest of the world. You could see König melt back into the shadows. You frowned, but figured he'd be back soon enough.

“Alright summoner, let’s see whatcha got,” the man hopped out of the ring just as a black hole slowly started to grow on the ground.

It grew larger and larger as a long set of gnarled yellow ochre claws curled around the edge of the pool, breaking the surface tension with a ripple. You could smell something sweetly rotten coming from the pool as another hand, covered in welts and blisters like a pockmarked dalmatian, latched onto the opposite edge of the pool. Then another came out, and another and another until the entire edge of the pool was lined with long fingers with longer claws, a mustard yellow ring of fire around a gaping void of stars and cosmic gas.

You froze. Your eyes were wide as the ring before you when the hands clenched tight and heaved. Your teammates could hear your teeth chattering as a great yawning maw slowly raised up from the centre of the hole. It opened a series of jaws to reveal a burning green eyes whirling round in its socket before it finally turned to look at you. The way the corners of its mouths split into a smile had your knees buckling.

You could see a fellow soldier trying to scream something, but you couldn't hear them through the muffling glass.

The drill sergeant jumped to his feet, “Shut up and sit down! You’ve got a damn fine example of what’ll happen to you if you’re not prepared out there.”

You whipped your head to look at the man in despair.

“Oh come on,” the sergeant rolled his eyes, “this is just trimming the fat of the program. Can’t have deadweights out there in the field.”

“What do you-”

The monster finished hauling it’s serpentine body out of the hole in the floor, laying it’s grotesquely sweating body over the hard ground where the hole had once been. It’s body writhed worm-like on the cement as a row of arms swam up its body before encircling its head like a lion’s mane. It turned its body with a sicking squelch to see you and widened its many jaws of razor teeth.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered.

You dodged a flurry of palms all reaching out to you with a leap that sent you sprawling onto your back. You grunted and rolled, trying your best to get yourself back up onto your feet only for a hand to swipe your legs out from under you.

From the corner of your eye you could see your squad in their chairs. Some of them writhed against invisible restraints while the rest stared at you like they were watching a horror movie.

You could feel the wind getting knocked out of your chest when an arm raised you up and slung you to the back wall of the ring. Through the glass, you could see one of your friends trying to yell something. Maybe they were trying to cheer you on? You hoped so.

You rolled to avoid another flurry of palm strikes and managed to right yourself up onto your feet. The beast didn’t give you a chance to celebrate, instead curling its body like a snake before throwing its entire body at you.

You dodged and rolled again. Looks like all those falling classes paid off after all, you thought bitterly as you finally managed to draw your machete from its sheath. With a spit to the ground and a stretch of your neck, you lunged into action.

You zig-zagged your way through a myriad of limbs being thrown your way to try and drive your blade into the summon’s body, only to be knocked back by a sickly hand. You could smell the puss from one of its blisters burning into your robe, rich in sulphur and ash. It made your eyes water briefly.

Sensing an opportunity, the beast tried its best to curl around your body in a loose loop but you managed to wipe away the tears just in time for you to nick and opportune leap out of its snare. As you jumped, you took a sweep at its body with your knife to get a good blow to its body.

You were rewarded with slimy blood billowing up into the air, coating you in rank vomit green that stained deep into your clothing. The beast howled with an ear-splitting screech that had nearly had you at your knees, but you stood strong against it. You brandished your blade again and grit your teeth, ready for more.

The beast wove itself towards you in a criss-cross pattern with fluid agility. You only barely were able to react to it lunging at you with its teeth by ducking out of the way and scoring the beast’s belly. You snarled and dug deeper, thrusting your machete in before using your feet as an anchor point to rip the blade from the thick armoured skin.

You were greeted by a series of blue and purple organs splashing bodily fluids into your face. They burned bright hot into your skin, scorching white pain blinding you briefly as you thrashed to get out from under the beast.

You managed to squirm out as the beast tied itself into a knot before pulling itself free, much like a hag fish on a whale. You watched as the beast clamped its jaw shut, puncturing its own eye with its many teeth before opening it to try and see where you’d gone.

You, of course, had crawled behind a length of its body to effectively shield yourself from its vision. The drill sergeant was barking something at the summon, and in the brief moment it had to stop to listen, you managed to grip your blade and haul yourself to your feet once more. This time, you had a new target.

You managed to throw yourself behind the creature, using its own body to protect yourself from its many hands and nicked off one of the many hands on its arms. As the creature tried to get closer, you slashed the many hands from its arms, some coming clean off with a rush of smoke and others only hanging limply by the remains of skin and viscera.

You grinned. You had a strategy now.

The beast tried to flail its now useless limbs at you, but you managed to instead use them as leverage to get closer to the head, where the entire mane now rippled like a sea of wings. With a grunt and a leap, you managed to leap closer to the gaping maw of the eye.

The beast lunged forth, its many jaws widening as it prepared to snap you up, but you pushed further too quickly for it to react and managed to cleave the horrendous green eye clean in two. A rush of fluid coated you as it pooled around you, throwing you back until you were clean on the other side of the ring. You tried to wipe the thick mucus from your face, flailing to get to your feet, but once you managed to stand you saw that the beast was no longer a great wyrm of brimstone and hands, but now a deflated stretch of mustard skin, covered in its own blood and puss.

Only when you saw that the summon had been thoroughly banished did you fall to your knees with a splash into the mucous. Your eyes couldn’t open wide enough to be able to see the true expanse of what you’d just done. You, useless and pathetic summoner you, had just managed to kill a summon. You had lived, and it had died.

You tilted your head back to look into the blinding lights of the training grounds. The glass formed between you and your cohorts dissolved, and your squad managed to free themselves of their hold. Some of them ran from the room. You envied their abilities. Others you could feel hauling you to your feet, cheering you on and swearing down the sergeant that had flung this whole creature onto you.

You were hauled up to meet a familiar face, that of your friend’s.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” her voice was broken with emotions.

“I can’t either,” you managed to sputter out around a bubble of viscous fluid running down your face.

Your friend turned, trying to find something, but she was quickly distracted by your bubbling hiccups.

“Fuck, we need to get you to the nursing station,” she hissed before turning to the others, “did any of you hear that? We need to get to the nursing station now!”

You were carried by many pairs of hands out the room and down the hall. You followed the twists and turns with eyes rolling in their sockets before you lost track of where you were. You closed your eyes, and let the people carry you off, letting the jostling of many hands wash over your limp body like a castaway at sea.

When you opened your eyes again, you were in a dark room with a pair of nurses chatting over your bedside. They turned to you with a pair of smiles.

“There you are!” the woman turned to face you with a gentle tone to her voice.

“How’re you feeling there?” the other man asked with a nasal affect.

“I’m…” you groaned as you dragged yourself to sit up, “I’m hurting real bad,” you admitted.

“I can imagine,” the woman chuckled, “you got a couple dislocations there and a pretty bad hit to the head.”

“We heard what happened out there,” the man picked up where she left off.

“What, in the training room?” you grumbled.

“What a mess,” the woman shook her head, “that man needs to be court-martialed.”

“I can’t believe anyone would do that,” the man whistled, “never heard of anything like this happening.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head back on the scratchy pillow they’d provided for you.

“I can’t believe I’m alive,” you muttered.

“Nobody can,” the man laughed, “you took down a whole wraith all by yourself!”

Your eyes opened briefly, “A wraith? I can’t kill a wraith. I’m not that good of a summoner.”

“Well you best believe it ‘cause that’s what happened out there,” the woman laughed, “you’re being too hard on yourself. You’d have to be an amazing summoner to survive one of those, especially at your level of training. You’re what, not even a first year?”

You nodded weakly.

“The fact you’re alive is incredible,” the woman stepped to your side and placed a hand over a bandaged arm, “get some rest, alright? You’re not gonna be here for long, so you might as well get all the sleep you can get.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

When you next opened your eyes, you were washed in an unnatural darkness, only befitting one individual you knew.

“König?” you called out weakly.

“I’m here, Summoner.”

You tried to look to see him but it was too dark to make him out. All you could get was a slight shadow from the light of a monitor you’d been hooked up to.

“König,” you hissed as you took in a painful breath, “did you see everything that happened?”

König chuckled, “I saw.”

“The fuck’re you laughing for?” you grumbled, “I nearly died today.”

“Yesterday, technically,” König quipped.

“Yesterday!? How long have I been out for!?”

You could feel the deep rumbles of König’s laughter waving through you, “Only about six hours.”

“You had me thinking I’d been out for like, ten hours or something,” you huffed irritably.

“No, only eight. You were out for two when you spoke to the nurses, and another six later and I’m here,” König explained, “it’s about two in the morning now.”

“You woke me up at two?” you groaned.

“I figured now was a decent time,” König explained, “especially for what I would like to discuss with you. I’d rather not have any additional ears listen in.”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s so big that you need to wake me up at two in the morning to tell me?”

“Simple,” König answered smugly, “that the drill sergeant has been… Well, I couldn’t do much, but he’s no longer instructing on this base. That is all I was able to influence. What I wasn’t able to figure out was how far back this trailed.”

“How far back what trailed?” you were getting sick of König’s games.

“This deceit,” König sneered, “they didn’t expect you to live today. Normally, I would’ve been able to step in, but it seemed a far more powerful summoner had anticipated my arrival. They kept me busy while you struggled, which I am sorry about.”

His voice was strangely remorseful, something that was foreign to König’s usual way of holding himself.

“So your drill sergeant did not act alone, I’m afraid,” König sighed just as you felt a dip on the corner of your cot, “Summoner, you are not well liked on this base. It seems some are still against our partnership.”

Despite the medications in your system, you felt yourself sober up startlingly quickly. You sat up in bed to try and see König better, but it was for naught. He perfectly blended in with the darkness.

“Can’t you read their minds and go deal with them?” you asked.

“Were it that simple, Summoner,” König sighed, “unfortunately, whoever is against us is also quite wary of who I am. Normally I’d be flattered, but now it has become a hornet under my heel. I am afraid that if they were able to keep me from you for while you were in the ring, hiding their thoughts from me would’ve been as simple as breathing for them. So thus, I have no clue who is so interested in your demise.”

“So what do I do?” you asked nervously.

“You live, Summoner,” König replied, patting your knee affirmatively, “that is your best way of fighting against your adversaries. Live to spite them.”

“I don’t know how often I can go through what I went through toda-yesterday,” you sighed.

“Since I’m more aware of the situation, I can assure you that you won’t be alone next time,” König assured you, “so keep that in mind. Either way, I am most impressed by how you handled yourself.”

You smiled slightly, “You are?”

“I have told you many times, Summoner,” König sighed, “you are far more capable than you believe. Not all of summoning is about controlling and obtaining summons. Most of it is about learning to live when things do not go to plan. It’s about adaptability and overcoming adversaries. And today, you overcame quite the summon, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “I heard it was a wraith?”

“Indeed it was,” König confirmed, “so if you consider a wraith’s strength and size, you realize that you in fact have managed quite well today.”

“I guess I did pretty alright,” you fobbed him off.

“You know more of your worth now,” König leaned in close and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, letting the cloth mask brush against your face, “now rest. You’ve plenty of work ahead of you.”

You complained that you didn’t need to sleep any longer, but the room was empty once again. With a sigh, you turned and closed your eyes again.

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mouseclan-clangen · 7 months ago

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RAAAAA Info Post

🐀 Mouseclan is on hiatus for the summer while I am away doing seasonal work. It will be back!

Hi guys! I started Mouseclan so I could get better at drawing cats & have fun with story telling! Which btw the art style changes around moon 8, to my current style where I get to play with ✨ shapes & colors ✨ it also gets a lot less writing heavy. Erm, thanks for reading.

Very inspired by Cloverclan by @cloververse ⁠& Frogclan on the clangen discord :V

Start Here - Moon 0

‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ Rules & CW below the cut ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋

My Artlocke Rules

-One doodle per moon minimum. (And one doodle per irl month minimum too!)

-I’ll draw every cat that joins the clan!

-Sprite changes get colored.

-Big announcements may also get colored, it depends.

-I’ll usually add blurbs of writing with each moon, writing longer bits for moons I find interesting.

As for the settings in the game, I won’t type them here because they probably will change throughout the game. However, I do have “pregnancy ignores biology” off, I prefer a more realistic playthrough. I also will try and follow most of the rules of the loner challenge and not force any romance / roles. I’m playing in classic mode.

I will not interfere MUCH with these guys. I will not be forcing mates, murder, promotions, etc. I WILL use mediators to influence relationships IF I feel the need!

Future Content Warnings To Be Aware of: Typical Warrior Cats canon [violence, wars, disease, kit endangerment, kit death, pregnancy, character death, animal death, survival, hunger, blood], swearing, religious fanaticism, toxic relationships, murder, orphaned kits, scars, blood, gore with an added CW before the post.

#btw i named it mouseclan bc at the time i started this i had 3 pet mice #sadly i no longer own mice #mc posts #mouseclan posts #mouseclan #clangen #artists on tumblr #warrior cats #clanshare #but shoutout to Dustbunny Skunk-Rat and Will o' Wisp

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emelinstriker · 2 years ago

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{Eternal Servants AU} Nezha ♡ Loyalty

Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

This will just show y'all ESAU!Nezha's character as well as a bit of info on how the servants think/feel about things. The artwork isn't referencing any scene from this one-shot btw.

CW: Descriptions of death and gore

[TL;DR] Ehe, ESAU lore hints wink wink-

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"That was all her fault for acting so disrespectful! And towards Master's name, no less!"

"I can't argue with that logic. But did you really have to punch her skull in before the torture even started?"

"Well, of course! Her presence was no longer welcomed the moment she called Master insulting names."

Macaque and Nezha were chilling in the torture chamber. The simian was sitting on a table with bloody tools while the celestial was cleaning up some of those tools with a towel. A deceased woman was strapped to the table in the middle of the room. Her skull was smashed, showing how mangled the remains of her brain looked as her head lied in a pool of her own blood.

Macaque sighed, "You can't just eliminate someone before we even tortured them, though. Even if they disrespected our Master while trapped here-" "That's just it! Our Master should always be respected and worshipped! They deserve nothing less than pure adoration!" Nezha cut him off, clearly angered. The dark-furred monkey raised an eyebrow at him, his tail flicking behind him at the surprise of Nezha talking back to him.

"Nezha, I get where you're coming from, I really do. I want our Master to always be respected and worshipped as well." Macaque started as he crossed his arms. "However, see it this way: Would you rather kill those who treated our lovely Master poorly, basically sparing them from pain, or would you rather let them serve their sentence by prolonging their suffering?"

The pink champion froze for a moment as he thought about the other champion's words... The simian was right. It would be a lot more satisfying watching the unworthy suffer by his hands than just simply killing them in one blow.

Nezha groaned as he quietly cussed to himself. Macaque had no problem catching him cussing and chuckled, his tail swaying for a moment in dark delight.

"Well, shit! Guess this is just a wasted kill after all!" The celestial exclaimed. He then heard the other servant 'tut' at him. Annoyed, Nezha turned towards the monkey, glaring.

"I wouldn't say it's fully wasted... This," the simian started as he hopped off the table and moved towards the table with the woman's corpse, gesturing towards her as he continues, "is still our dinner." If Nezha's pupils were visible, his eye roll would've been very much noticeable. He then followed the purple champion over to the table.

Macaque grabbed one of the knives on the way and chuckled darkly. He used it to smoothly cut into the woman's thigh, slicing a big chunk of flesh like a cake. More of the bit of blood she still had inside her body spilled out of the body's new wound and onto the table, the knife, and Macaque's hand. The simian then grinned and held said piece of meat out towards the pink champion. "Well? Go ahead, dig in. It's still fresh."

The pink champion, already used to it at this point, simply took the raw piece of meat and looked at it with a slight bit of disgust. He may have eaten a few remains raw before to prove his worth and loyal devotion to the other champions, but he still didn't exactly like the consistency of the meat. "Thanks... But I think I'll wait till it's cooked..."

The dark-furred monkey shrugged. "Suit yourself then," he said before he shoved the meat into his mouth, loudly chewing on his bloody meal as he already started cutting another piece of the woman's corpse. All while Nezha watched in silence. This little ritual the champions had of eating the remains of the tortured ones always reminded him of how he became his Master's servant himself.

It reminded him of that one demon village that was eradicated off the face of the earth. The huge pile of corpses Macaque made with the bodies of those villagers that disrespected and hurt their Master... And Nezha was the one tasked to set the pile ablaze. Back in that moment, he truly felt awful for taking the torch. But it didn't take long for him to actually enjoy the sight as his vision darkened. Especially once he saw his beloved Master in person again, this time becoming your pink champion. Your touch just felt so addicting to him, as if it was all he needed to forget all the bad he did. Your touch, your love and affection, was all he had ever craved...

No longer was there any guilt or regret. His Master was all that mattered to him. He felt pure happiness he had never felt in all his years of serving the Jade Emperor and the Celestial Realm...

Not that he remembered much about his so-called "past life" anyway.

Ever since he's become one of his Master's eternal servants, he practically forgot all about what his life was like before. He had very limited memories, of which only some were family-related, from when he was just born.

Suddenly, Macaque froze mid-bite. His ear twitched a little before he smiled brightly, joyfully devouring the meat and swallowing it quickly, placing the knife on the table. "Master is calling for me!"

And in a blink, the simian disappeared through a shadow portal that opened up right beneath him. Nezha sighed as he glanced at the corpse of the woman, placing the piece of meat from his hand onto her body. He probably would need to carry her remains to the fridge. After all, he didn't know when the others wanted to eat. He knew Wukong was busy with the palace's guards, Macaque was now gone to answer to their Master's call, and Nezha himself didn't know what to even do. He didn't have any tasks besides torturing that woman, and that already ended extremely prematurely due to his outburst.

"Ugh, fuck! I knew I shouldn't have killed her yet!" He grumbled angrily as he took the knife Macaque used to cut her, and proceeded to stab the corpse's neck in rage. He grumbled out more curses as he twisted the knife around the woman's neck in annoyance. A few minutes passed before he heard a shadow portal open up again. He turned towards it, out came the purple champion again. The simian was about to say something, but then paused and pursed his lips at the sight of Nezha moving the knife inside the woman's neck.

"...You're not supposed to play with your food, pinky. Didn't your friends up in the Celestial Realm ever teach you that?" Macaque teased with a smirk.

The pink champion scoffed in response, pulling out the knife from the woman's neck before slamming it back down, but this time into her eye. Due to his sheer strength, he easily smashed it through part of her skull as well, seemingly ignoring her destroyed eye on the way as her body seemed to weep more blood. "I'm aware of the saying. But what else am I supposed to do? I'm bored!"

Macaque huffed, grinning as he approached the celestial with crossed arms. His tail swayed gently behind him. "If you're bored, then you're in luck! I have a task for you. A very important one..."

Now, due to Macaque having to leave for a mission, Nezha was suddenly happy again. Not necessarily because of the simian being gone, but because of how the celestial was tasked to watch over their Master. Alone. The other champions were busy after all, so their beloved Master needed someone to fill the bodyguard slot for a while. Master's security ink wasn't enough for the monkey brothers. So, Nezha was tasked to be your bodyguard for the time being. And he was ecstatic everytime he was tasked to stay around you. Sure, being bodyguards is like the usual job the champions had signed up for, but Nezha had you for himself in his moment. No other champion could take your attention.

He was standing next to your throne as he stared at you with a soft, loving gaze. You could practically see little hearts floating around his head as his focus stayed solely on you. You looked at him as you hummed in thought. While you didn't mind staying on your throne, you also didn't expect any meeting today. Perhaps you could do something else. You haven't had any alone time with Nezha in a while anyway. And having him stare at you like that for the next few hours wasn't exactly the most entertaining thing. "Sooo... Do you wanna walk around the palace?" You suggested.

Your pink champion seemed to have been caught off guard as he sheepishly nodded. "That would be a wonderful idea, Master. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe the entire time!" He added proudly. You couldn't help but chuckle at his eagerness as you stood up and gently took his hand into yours. Your touch made him smile brightly beneath his mask as he stayed close to you, all while you lead him out of the throne room and down the hall, enjoying your conversation with him. Occasionally, there were a few servants on the way, who all bowed to greet you, but the halls were generally pretty quiet today.

However, that was only until you walked through the activity wing.

There was a sudden bang that startled you and your champion. Nezha quickly recovered from his startled confusion as he took up a more defensive and protective stance, summoning his fire-tipped spear to his side as he shielded you with his body. The loud bang came from down the hall in front of you. When the doors to the library swung open, they swung so strongly that they slammed against the wall, nearly ripping them off their hinges. And out into the hall came a furry beast with six legs. It growled as it moved menacingly out of the library. Then it turned a bit towards you and Nezha... Its four eyes seemed to focus on the celestial in front of you, sensing his energy specifically.

You knew this beast... It was the beast from a book you once read. It was known to be a form of Celestial Hunter. Not much was known about them, other than that they would lure divine entities by copying the voices or looks of someone they love and trust. They would then either bite and infect, or straight up feast on the victim. However, this beast was seen as just simple fiction... How was is real? Where did it come from?

The beast then tried to appear more friendly as it tilted its head at Nezha. Since the celestial already saw its real form, it probably would be unable to get away with a disguise. However, it seemed to have a plan B...

"Nezha? Is that you?" The beast asked in a female voice you didn't recognize. But Nezha did... It was his mother's voice. He gripped his spear tightly, his eyes widening just slightly.

"...Mother?"

The beast doesn't move as it stares at Nezha, lowering its head a bit to try lower his guard. It was trying to get him into a false sense of security.

"Yes, it's me... My son, what happened to you? You don't look so well... We have to leave and get you out of here. This place isn't safe. Come with me, Nezha... Please, come with me... There is so much darkness here... It's so dark here..." As much as it seemed tempting to follow these voice's instructions, Nezha also was fairly aware of the ominous looking creature the voice was coming from. This wasn't any simple demon. Yet, he couldn't help but shake just slightly at the voice of his mother...

That's when he felt you lightly squeeze his hand with yours, bringing him back to the current situation. He glanced behind him to look at you and saw your worried, helpless expression...

He knew he would be a fool if he ever let that... that thing lure him away from his Master...

The temptation to be lured closer to the beast was now gone as quickly as it came, simply replaced by thoughts of his beloved Master. Nezha glared daggers at the beast. He was stronger than whatever it would throw at him. He knew it. And so did you... And he refused to disappoint his beloved, his true Master.

Your pink champion refused to be manipulated so easily.

Not when he had a job to do.

Not when this job involved serving you.

He was one of your champions for a good reason, after all.

The beast seemed to notice the way the celestial seemed more in focus again, and it quickly realized that he couldn't be tricked like its previous victims. So, it dropped its friendly act and let out a loud, hungry screech before it sprinted in his direction. Nezha, with his extreme speed, let go of your hand and swiftly attacked it with his fire-tipped spear, using his now lit up wheels for an extra boost as he stabbed the beast. He grunted in rage as the beast tries to attack him now with the close range. However, he dodged most of its bites and swipes with ease, using his strength to try bend one of its legs and break it. Only to then realize that it didn't have bones...

Nezha seemingly narrowed his void black eyes at the beast as he let out a low growl behind his mask... If he couldn't make it suffer with broken bones, surely tearing it apart limb by limb would work...

Thus, he held tightly onto his spear, making its flame light up more inside the darkened beast. The fire seemed to be its weakness as it began to let out a painful, or rather, seemingly scared screech. However, it was clear to him that it would not go down without a fight as it continued to claw at him. Yet everytime it would claw at him, he held his cold, angered gaze as he started to rip out the leg that it would use to attack. Despite it having no bone structure, it did seem to at least have some form of nerves. The darkened beast seemingly screeched in agony as Nezha managed to rip off one of its limbs.

The beast attempted to get away from Nezha, but he held his tight grip on his spear, refusing to let that thing go unpunished for what it tried to do... How dare it try lure him away from you, his Master...

Upon noticing the beast's attempt to flee, Nezha let out a maddening laugh as he twisted and turned his spear. The fiery tip moved from one side to the other as he enjoyed the beast writhe in pain beneath him. The celestial then slammed his flaming wheels into the beast's chest, letting its fire damage the beast as well. As he noticed a now giant, gaping hole that went through the beast's entire body, he notice how everything inside it was nothing but mass of what its outside was made out of. But it did hold some veins that glowed a very faint red, which were as red as its blood red eyes.

He scoffed as he slammed the beast onto its side, watching it lose its strength. "Ah, got it. You're one of the Oracle's friends, aren'tcha? Well, at least part of whatever the hell he is..." Nezha slammed his fire-tipped spear down into the beast's neck as he let out another painful wail in agony. The pink champion chuckled darkly as his fire spread inside the beast's body. He could practically see his flames glowing past its darkened shell of a body.

"But whether friend or foe, you just attempted a crime so outrageous, it must be punished by nothing less than death..."

Finally, he pulled his spear out of its neck and slammed it into one of the beast's eyes, stabbing it straight through its "skull" with a mocking grin underneath his mask. Just like how he stabbed that woman's corpse earlier... Soon, the beast fully collapsed and stopped moving as the fire inside its body finally seemed to spread to the outside. Nezha made sure it's dead with some extra stabs before he huffed in annoyance. "...Weak. That wasn't even half a challenge."

As he got off the beast's corpse with his spear in hand, the beast's remains suddenly turned into a black, still somewhat burning puddle on the floor. Then it hardened once more, stopping the fire, before finally turning into some form of black dust that easily spread all over the ground with minimal wind around.

Nezha scoffed at the sight before he moved back over to your somewhat shaken form. Though, you looked more intrigued by what just happened. "Master, are you alright? It didn't hurt you, did it?" He asked with sudden concern as he inspected you for any wounds, cupping your cheeks.

"I'm fine, Lotus Dork", you said a bit muffled as he had his hand on your cheeks, squishing them just slightly, looking at you. He sighed in relief as he blushed a bit at that nickname, letting go of your cheeks. But then he noticed you frown at the sight of his own wounds. There wasn't many or even deep wounds, but he did get a few puncture or claw wounds on his skin. On closer inspection, you could see some black inside his wounds. Probably tiny bits from the beast's body.

"Don't worry, Master! It'll heal itself!" He quickly said. You hummed for a moment before taking his hand and practically dragging him down in the direction you came from earlier. He blinked in surprise as he blushed in embarrassment. It probably looked funny to passing servants, just seeing how easily you dragged your pink champion around, when he could just stop moving. But you were his beloved Master, the one in charge of him and his body. Whatever you wanted to do with him was law. But he was still curious. "Master- Where are we going?"

"To the med bay, duh." You said as you pouted at him, still dragging him along like a dog on a leash going to the vet. "I want to have your wound at least disinfected before anything happens."

Nezha chuckled under his breath, which was even more muffled due to his mask. "As if that could happen twice..."

After you forced him to have his wounds cleaned and bandaged, you asked him to take off his mask for a moment. As he did what you requested, you kissed his cheek, right where his old wound was. He blushed as he felt you reward him for taking action and staying by your side.

There was nothing he wanted more than you.

[ Masterlist ]

#lmk esau #eternal servants au #esau nezha #esau macaque #esau x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk au #lego monkie kid au #emelin oc #nezha x reader #cw: gore #macaque x reader #technically macaque x reader but mainly just hinted #art

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woman-respecter · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/woman-respecter/779296509867032576/why-is-all-the-neopronouns-anime-fans-who-are-the?source=share

"#stop doing that shit to my girl jalter" I love how this could refference either his BDSM noncon shit with her and salter, his regular malegaze gooner shit, or him making her read communist "theory" lmfao 😭

"hentai addicted tankies" Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down? This tittle alone also includes the maoist transfem who thinks all humans have DID and that watching Ghibli films is morally and politically worse than jerking off to actual gore (Never ask her how young did Zeo Dong like his "women" btw), the white american native transmasc who deffends both AI "Art" and MahoAko, the barely not full-on porn openly loli "noncon" BDSM magical GIRLS anime (These things have no connection nor reason to solicit worry we promise!) or the brazilian transfem who has been ban evading over 10 times for suibaited amongst the antisemitism and rebloging dubiosly legal asian porn 😵‍💫

PD: tezuka is 100% a channer lolicon in denial. Not only for her deranged transphobic and misogynist rants against cis women and transmascs barely leaning on rape threats, but Katawa Shoujo is literally THE 4chan VN about fetishizing disabled high schoolers, and the redhead without arms is lore wise the most helpless and young looking one of the cast

yeah i was referring to the jalter salter bdsm 😭 like how are people taking the political opinions of a man who draws that shit seriously? why is bidoof’s law only applied to right wingers?

i somehow am not familiar with the rest of the people you are referring to…maybe i have seen them but didn’t know this specific info lol. real great lot huh.

and yes i unfortunately have played that vn when i was a teen looking for free vns and i am ashamed of that fact…it was so gross and exploitative. cannot imagine someone openly being a fan of. and i had been thinking of making a post about tankies like rin’s pattern of disgusting behavior towards transmascs (and how the people who make their entire online presence about advocating for and protecting their fellow transmascs largely ignore that behavior in favor of yelling at trans inclusive cis feminists who care a little too much about women’s rights for their comfort) but i chickened out bc i knew it would piss off so many parties lol

#ask

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dinadearine · 2 years ago

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Okay but what about Mizu just taking care of reader’s wounds after a big fight 🤕🤕

Reckless

Mizu x Reader

tags:Fluff

Omg I love this prompt! it's so sweet.

anyways here's the warnings: slight gore, swearing.

Reckless.

or atleast that's what they call you.

you are known being the most energetic and bright kid, adding it to the reality of their assumptions of you being reckless.

right now, that pleasant recklessness turns into something you would expect—Accidents. Slashing through every men in your way, blood and limbs sent flying and crashing on the ground, painting your path red, adorned with fresh flesh.

each of them let out a wavering cry of pain, embracing themselves as if finding their own solace within their own body.

within the art of clashing swords, you certainly know that even with the responsibility of deaths in your hands, you are aware of your choices, and one of them being a simple, yet horrifying word. Death.

shuddering in pain, you walked in a nearby shelter to tend to your wounds, blood gashes over the white sheets of the dirty futon. Mizu on the other hand, had enough heart to assist you.

"Be careful." mizu tended with the left side of your face, despite her calloused fingers, she maintained gentleness with the touch. You grunt, eyes squeezing shut from the stinging pain, your body instinctively trying to lean away.

"fuck— I know, I'm being carefu—"

"you're not, you're being a fucking stubborn brat." she cuts you off, despite having a harsh tone, her hands were gentle, and after she finished patching up your injured face, and starts to tend with your left arm, you sigh in annoyance, closing your eyes to hide them rolling from Mizu's words.

"Can you atleast be nice with me for once?" you asked, raising a brow at the samurai. They only let out a mused huff.

"I'm not that kind of person you expect me to be, y/n." mizu grumbled out, she finished tending your wounds by your arm and sighs, she sat down across from you. "plus, do you even notice what I am doing to you?" she said, almost sarcastic, you grew silent, taking in the logic of her assistance for you, she sighs. ".. And I don't have the time to be pleasing you." she added, you rolled your eyes visibily, causing them to narrow their gaze at you.

"Hm.. Stubborn, and reckless." Mizu marked, her tone seemed amused, making you scoff, pulling your own arm up to place your palm by your chest. "damn, that is offensive!" you exclaimed, putting up a face.

she chuckles softly, shooking her head as she speaks. "wow, you're offended when I point out facts about you?" this made your face heat up in both embarrassment and disbelief.

"that's fucking rich coming from you." you mused. Leaning back to rest your head against the wall, letting the pain flow off with the new pleasant energy of your banters with Mizu.

"aren't you reckless aswell? so reckless you'd choose to run directly where the danger is." you said, your tone holding a hint of ignorance yet laced with amusement. "..Or maybe that's the reason why I'm reckless." you added before you laugh.

"Hah, I learn from the best huh?" you laid down to rest your head more comfortably causing you to drift off to sleep.

"ah.. I guess." Mizu said, huffing a chortle, she crossed her arms, her gaze flickered from your wounds to your resting face, she silently curts a nod at you before she took off her glasses and hat, placing them aside to rest beside you, she took one more glance at your sleeping form, gently pulling your head by her lap, and finally closed her eyes, finding solace from slumber.

"...maybe I'll try to be nice."

(I really hope you like this, my brain juice is getting empty and btw, please point out any mistakes or mispells from this fic, I'm still learning lol)

#mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #the blue eyed samurai #mizu bes #mizu fluff

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monscrow · 11 months ago

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intro post, i guess!!!

askbox open only on weekends (when i remember lol); got too overwhelmed by spam, my apologies.

last updated 10/feb/2025

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free gaza, free palestine, stop genocide. you don't agree? block me.

i go by mons, crow and vic/víctor!!

my pronouns are they/them, he/him and any neos/xenos that you think would fit either comedically or off of vibes.

lvl 16, so, a minor !! beware

aroacespec, something like that; qprs are sick asf and all hail relationship anarchy.

art sideblog is @monscrowdraws

audhdcd (asd + adhd + ocd 😻😋) and hEDS. i use tonetags, feel free to ask for clarification!!!

bday is oct 7. 🎉🎉🎉

i'm mexican 🇲🇽!! i speak both spanish and english.

timezone is cst/utc-6.

i say slurs i can reclaim (mainly the f and t queer ones) and swear a lot, though if that makes you uncomfortable please either block me or lmk so i can try to tone it down when around you.

i love interacting!! feel free to tag me in stuff, send some asks (be it on anon or not), or message me! moots can ask for my discord even if we've never actually talked before. though i suck at keeping consistent; nothing personal i promise</3 /gen

i tend to spam-reblog so do with that information what you will.

some tags you might see me use here and there:

#mons rambles ← just my thoughts, ideas, opinions, and whatever i feel like throwing into the tumblr void.

#ask a crow / #anon asks ← askbox replies.

#save / #art save / #fav / #hellsite faves ← these are more for myself, but yeah they're pretty self-descriptive. just in case you get curious or anything.

hyperfixations/interests/things i'm passionate about !!! i guess, kinda

→ mcr (+ most of the members' solo projects)

→ killjoys (california + national anthem, but mainly calif and fanon)

→ demolition lovers lore (i have literally written like at least three different essays about it for school help me i'm so serious)

→ emo/alt/diy culture

→ will wood

→ bandom in general

→ sonic the hedgehog (franchise)

→ graphic design, arts and crafts, illustration, animation (that's right y'all graphic design IS my passion 😔)

→ fnaf (bonnie fnaf they could never make me hate you)

→ cosplay/costume-making

→ d&d

→ crows (no way, crow, really???)

→ australian shepherds

→ the umbrella academy (s4 isn't canon in my heart + currently reading the comics !!! )

→ gravity falls

→ neurodivergencies/psychology/disabilities (this one's pretty meta ngl)

→ lgbtqia+ identities (emphasis on the aroace-spec ones + relationship anarchy)

→ politics/activism

→ linguistics + conlangs

→ fantasy in general (high fantasy, magic, vampires, tieflings, you name it)

→ boardgames

→ the count of monte cristo (book + 2024 movie)

→ webfishing :3

→ uhhhh there's more but i don't remember rn, i'll keep adding as i see fit (probably... maybe..... perhaps....... quizás........ puede ser..........)

dni

trump supporters, terfs, transphobes, anti lgbtqia+/queerphobics, exclusionists, ableists, racists, prolifers/antichoicers, proshippers/anti-antis, irl gore, pro-israel/zionists, pro-ai generated "content", pro-nft, non-critical media consumers, classists, ed blogs, sh blogs.

also, i'm aware that dnis tend to not be effective and i probably will still get shitty ppl in my inbox so i can and will block. though i'm p chill as long as you're chill. this blog is run by a very neurodivergent, mentally ill, mexican, transmasc, aroace faggot, and any kind of bigoted hatred will not be tolerated.

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pssst btw, before you go, if you read my intro post i'd heavily encourage you to like it, so i can know!!! :] (/nf though!)

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