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shibuuuuwu · 8 months ago

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HIAHA I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE MR SCARLETELLA CAN YOU WRITE MORE. so odd and unsettling and obscene m just giggling with delight

HIIII thank you so much for the high praise <3 this has kind of a different vibe from the last one but plays with similar-esque concepts!!!! this is 'weird and obscene' LMAO

Notes: Suggestive, mild body horror, bolded = dialogue in the Other World's language.

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How do you touch a man without a physical form? Or, you suppose, 'man' isn't quite the correct term. 'Apparition' would perhaps best describe him. Though he can reach out to you and make you feel the illusion of touch, you can't actually make contact with him. Your hand passes through him as if he were nothing but air.

You don't think he minds. It's always a bit hard to tell, with him. Mr. Scarletella ususally just stares you down with a dead look, communication relatively limited. But you would like to touch him! So you experiment a little, an action for which no mutually intelligible word exists. Still, he doesn't move as you poke and prod at different parts of his body, coming up short every single time.

You crouch down before poking at his ankle, just in case. When you look up, your heart stops for just a moment. Mr. Scarletella's neck is snapped back, folded in on itself in order to observe you. Vacant-seeming eyes are trained on your every movement. The sight makes you feel squeamish. "God... Not do," you tell him. "Head look hurt. Not funny." There's no other way you can think of to put it. You get up and stick your hand down, waving your hand in the other direction at the side of his head. He seems to understands what you mean, as his skull snaps back in its usual direction. You circle around him. "Sorry. Not want upset you." He says, although you know he'll never really listen or learn, not when it comes to these things. "Me like you. You like me." As if you'd ever forget. You beckon him. Rather than simply leaning down, his form flickers, distorting, before reappearing in the desired position. There's just one place you haven't touched yet. Once again, you extend your hand, the tips of your fingers brushing against the top of his umbrella. The surface is smooth to the touch and wets your skin, accompanied by a small burst of static ringing in your ears. It takes a moment for the significance to register. "Oh! I can touch your umbrella!" You say, forgetting the Other World's language in excitement over your discovery. Even though it's relatively small. You can't touch Mr. Scarletella himself, but the umbrella appears to be 'realer' than the rest of him. ...Actually, maybe the umbrella is a part of his body? He's not human, after all. He doesn't have to exist according to your logic. Your brow furrows. The puzzle pieces of language move in your mind, until they're slotted together semi-coherently. You point at his arm. "Arm you." Then, you do the same for his leg. "Leg you." You wave your arm up and down. "Body you." Finally, you lift your hand in the direction of the umbrella. "Object you? Me can touch object. Touch you?" Mr. Scarletella's smile widens. It reveals a little bit of the void that stretches on behind his lips. "I see. Correct. Object me. Object is..." After which he lowers his umbrella and says a word you haven't heard before. You try to repeat it, and he says it once again, pointing the umbrella in your direction. "Touch umbrella. I want."

It's definitely... Weird. It's genuinely like touching an umbrella. Cold and smooth and slightly wet. But Mr. Scarletella wanted you to do it, and you're kind of intrigued yourself, so you do it. Because there's clearly something happening. As you trace your fingers over the outer canopy, making sure to at least touch every panel a little bit, his visible form starts to flicker and fade. When you apply a bit more pressure, move a little faster, parts of him start to distort and change colour. His arm appears a little dislodged from his shoulder, static rising in the background.

When you pinch one of the metal tips in between your fingers and rub it, he lets out a laugh that is far more high-pitched than you would've expected it to sound like. Clearly, there's some kind of link between the umbrella and the rest of himself. Though you can't envision what it must be like, he's feeling something. Your hand pauses. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Scarletella has materialised even closer to you, nose close enough to touch yours, if it could. The inky darkness of his pupils makes up most of what you can see.

"Me like. Like like like like." He sounds breathy despite not breathing. "Touch more. Again. Me want you."

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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So I've been thinking a lot about Mr scarletella, like this man has been rotting in my brain.

It's got me thinking, so as the game progresses mc mentions that her hair is starting to grey out, her skin seems to become a little discolored, and she craves more blood lust. It can be assumed that means the longer mc stays there the less and less human she becomes and eventually, if she stayed long enough she'd turn into a resident. This had me thinking about Mr stalkertellas endings. If she chose to accept his advances and became trapped there, she'd eventually become a ghost/resident.

Do you think Mr scarletella would miss some of her human features once they start fading away? Like the warmth a human body projects, the sparkle/shine in her eyes, etc.? Or do you think he's just so ecstatic (*cough* *cough* deludional) about mc being stuck with him for eternity he just doesn't care? Or maybe the loss of those humanly features makes him feel closer to her?

I have a lot more thoughts about him plaguing my mind, but I don't want to bombard you with them all at once 😔

I need this man so bad

NO NO NOOOO PLEASE GIVE ME MORE PLEASE I LOVE ITTTTT PLEASE MOREEE AHHHH

Honestly I think at first he wouldn't care. Why would he? He finally got what he wanted the most. He chased and chased for her and finally has them.

He just has what he's always wanted why should any of her emotions and what she does matter to him? As long as he can hold her and have her with him, he's fine. He can kiss her face and run his hands though her white hair. Her hair is so perfect. Her eyes are perfect. Everything about her is perfect! Why should he feel bad when she is stuck here with him!

But slowly he notices he really does miss that about her. Her eyes would have that small shine in them as she'd look at him. The way she felt when he got to hold her, the warmth and love he felt. The way her smile would make everything feel like as if nothing and no one else existed but just them. Now she's gone. She isn't who Mr. Scarletella fell for. This is just another resident he doesn't care for. The person he loved and wanted most is gone now. Now she's just...Pathetic.

And as he noticed he felt lost because, well, he didn't have her so where could all of his affection towards her go? He can't give them to her because this isn't the person he feels so obsessed with. So he's just lost and alone again.

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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—The red means I love you.

Summary: Mr Scarletella doesn't like to wait anymore and makes his move.

Tags: Mentions of blood, yandere behaviour, obsession, slight stalking, fluff, slightly ooc

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Blood dripped from your fingers, soaked into your clothes, and splattered across the floor in your wake. It didn’t matter if it was yours or someone else’s anymore. All that mattered was surviving in this weird place.

You paused to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs as another wave of dizziness hit you. Somewhere in the distance, you heard it—the soft, shuffling footsteps that never seemed far behind. He was still following you. He had been for a while now, his presence a constant shadow.

Mr. Scarletella.

He rarely spoke, but you could feel his pitch black eyes on you, his gaze almost tangible as it traced the lines of blood staining your clothes. The quiet creaking of leather shoes echoed through the hallway, growing louder. You turned, the crowbar raised defensively, and there he was—standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the dim lighting.

He was a spectacle in crimson, the vibrant red of his suit blending almost seamlessly with the blood that covered the ground and the red light on the walls. His head was tilted slightly, a mess of scarlet hair falling over one eye as he stared at you. His smile was small, twitching at the corners, as if he were struggling to hold it back. And then there was this scarlet umbrella he was holding…

"You," he mumbled in his own language, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a small step closer, the leather of his shoes slick against the wet floor. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out in a way that made him look unhinged. He raised one gloved hand, fingers twitching, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but was restraining himself.

You took a step back, crowbar still raised. "Stay back," you ordered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. You weren’t even sure if he could follow your demands.

His head tilted further, almost like a curious dog. "Like," he muttered, the word shaky and filled with awe. His gaze fixated on the blood staining your shirt. "Like... you."

It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. He took another step forward, and this time, you noticed the way his hands shook, almost vibrating with excitement.

He pointed to the blood on your clothes, then back to himself, his smile widening. "Like... same," he murmured. He gestured between the two of you, as if connecting invisible threads. The blood. It was all the same to him. You were the same. You were his. You did this for him. You were like that for him.

You swallowed hard, backing away. "You need to stop following me," you said, but even you could hear how empty the words sounded. He wouldn’t stop. You knew that. You could see it in his eyes—the absolute devotion, the unblinking adoration.

His smile faltered for a second, his brows knitting together in confusion, almost like he didn’t understand why you were upset. "You," he stammered, taking another step. He was so close now, you could smell the coppery tang of blood that clung to him like perfume. "With... me."

He reached out slowly, fingers splayed wide, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he touched you. The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, it was cold and wet with blood. “Me like you.” He sighed, the sound almost blissful, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to be this close. “You like me?”

You flinched away, slashing out with your crowbar, but he was faster. His appearance glitched and before you knew it, he teleported. He caught your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip, his expression twisting into something unreadable. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a wide-eyed, manic look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was scolding a child. He pulled you closer, his grip unrelenting. "Mine. Like you. Same."

It was almost pathetic, the way he whispered it, like he was pleading with you to understand. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky and uneven. The blood from his gloves smeared across your skin as he cupped your face, his touch almost reverent.

"Stay," he breathed, the word cracking at the edges. "With... me."

For a moment, you thought you saw tears welling up in his eyes, but then he blinked, and they were gone, replaced by that disturbing, gleeful smile. He didn’t need your answer; he’d already decided it for you.

You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His smile stretched wider, as if he were thrilled by the struggle.

"Like... you," he whispered again, almost lovingly, his voice broken and raw. "Together."

You realized then that there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the Otherworld. And as his laughter echoed down the hall, low and guttural, you knew he’d already decided your fate long before you’d even realized he was watching.

“Me grateful for you. Me like you. Me want you.”

You kept your crowbar close, tucked against your side, but you knew it was useless. You’d tried to fight him before, slashing at his chest, hitting at his arm, but it never seemed to faze him. If anything, it only made him more excited, more desperate to keep you close. His suit was stained with both your blood and someone elses, merging into a deep red that matched the look of obsession in his eyes.

His pace slowed as he pulled you into an empty room, the door creaking shut behind you. The walls were stained with splatters of old blood, the floor sticky beneath your shoes. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his hands coming up to frame your face as he dropped the umbrella for a moment. You could feel the wetness of his stained fingers against your cheeks, the metallic smell of blood overwhelming your senses.

You tried to pull away, but he only leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Pretty," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... pretty. Blood." His thumb traced a line down your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as if he couldn’t look away.

"Mr. Scarletella, please," you managed, your voice trembling. "Let me go."

He frowned, the expression so out of place on his usually smiling face. His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his hold. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No... like you."

He brought your face even closer, his breath warm against your lips. You could see every detail of his face now—the tiny splatters of blood on his skin, the way his pupils were blown wide with an intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t even moving, just staring at you like you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You tried to turn your head, but his fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to face him. It was almost gentle, the way he held you, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head, his smile returning, small and soft, as if he were looking at something precious.

You’d been trying so hard to avoid his gaze that you didn’t notice how close he’d leaned in until it was too late. You moved suddenly, trying to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the motion was too quick, too abrupt. Your lips collided with his, and you froze.

It was just a brief, accidental kiss—barely a brush of lips—but it felt like time stopped. His entire body went still, his eyes widening in shock. For a second, you thought he might pull away, let you go, but then his hands tightened around your face, fingers trembling.

"Y-You," he breathed out, his voice cracking with something raw and vulnerable. "Kiss... you kissed."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "It was an accident," you insisted, your voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to—"

But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered adoration. His lips parted slightly, his breath shaky, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. He let out a soft, broken laugh, the sound almost joyous, as if he’d just received the greatest gift in the world.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so quiet, so full of desperate hope. "You... like me."

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours. It wasn’t a kiss—not really. It was like he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to do something, anything, to confirm that this wasn’t just in his head.

You could feel his heartbeat racing against your own, the warmth of his body despite the cold, damp blood soaking his clothes. You knew then that he wouldn’t let you go—not now, not ever. In his mind, that accidental kiss had sealed your fate. You were his now, just as he was yours.

And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, humming softly under his breath, you realized you had no choice but to let him hold you, his face buried against your neck, whispering broken, loving words that would haunt you forever.

The minute he let go of you, you took the umbrella he dropped into your hand, glancing at the scarlet color before Mr.Scarletellas hand touched yours. A promise to keep you by his side.

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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My new addiction

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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⊹₊⋆ Bloods and ribbons

synopsis: Homicipher men with a cutesy and colorfully dressed reader

T/W: blood mentions, reader’s skin color isnt mentioned, reader is fem aligned, violence mentions, suggestive? Romantic relationships, not very romantic mr silvair, groping by mr machete.

More under the cut…

- when he first found you, he was super giggly and curious. Wow! Look at all the pretty colors! Definitely asks you what color?

- likes it when you put ribbons and hair clips in his hair

- if you wore a poofy dress he definitely puts his head underneath the skirt. Not in a perverted way but in a childlike curiosity.

- he doesnt like however, the unwanted attention you get or the fact that you can get spotted from a distance.

- loves it when you call him cute after you put random headbands on his head, though he shakes it off like a dog would if its on for too long.

- if you have makeup on he would kinda get a spook when you take it off. Not in a bad way, he just sees the difference. Waowww makeup…

- he likes the smell of your perfume if you have one, even if you dont he loves your smell in general. Maybe not a super strong scent though.

- he likes the color pink! Its very cute on you.

“Me like pink, you cute in pink! I like you!”

- cute! cute!

- just another reason to find you more adorable each day.

- he just wants to crush you in his hands, cuteness aggression to the finest. He clasps his hands against your cheeks and squishes ur face.

- you pull away and pout. As his handsome smile graces his face. His pitch black iris bores into your body and face.

“Pervert!” You jokingly point at him. He cocks his head and looks at the finger pointing at him. “Pervert? What is that? Bad thing?”

- another man that doesnt like the attention you get from dressing all pretty and pink, the laces flowing and the ribbons knotting beautifully on your top. Fights the urge to push you against the wall and kiss your lips in a feverish manner.

- he likes the flustered look you have. Its suits you.

- definitely surprised when he first met you. In this dark and monochrome-ish world. You were a sore thumb. But not a bad change of pace.

- He saw you holding a happy mr chopped in your arms and takes a breath in. The sweet scent and your round eyes makes him smile. You look like prey, not very befitting in a world filled with wolves and other predators

- he doesnt really understand romantic affection or romance in general. But he does kinda see the urge to devour you, in a non eating way.

- finds you amusing when you try to sneak past his radar when you have those very eye-catching pieces of clothing. He has never seen those types of clothing in this world.

- So he has you standing there while he carefully inspects the clothing. material, color, stitches and more. His cold fingers touching your skin that has you squeak like a mice. He finds you adorable, really

But you should really be careful, you are the mice and he is the scientist.

- a very dynamic duo really!

- he tries to keep you in check, sometimes scolding you as best as he can deliver the words, there is a reason why people dress the way they do here.

- but when he sees your sad face he cant help but apologize for his scoldings, your watery eyes and quivering lips makes him feel like a monster.

- though you should learn to not abuse your puppy eyes.

- he swears he has to kill more enemies because of your eye catching and very attackable looking figure. Overall he does like the way you dress, it feels like a breath of fresh air, but maybe he just prefers efficiency with his life.

- you remind him he can still enjoy the smaller things

“You happy, make me feel…. Warm..”

- woah! Thats a very nice looking prey! :D

- is his first thought when he saw you. So many fabrics, for what? (Says the half naked one smh) he likes the way some of the fabrics feel on him

- actively gropes you, almost inappropriately at times. He cant help it! The clothes you have on feels nice. Kinda rubs against it like a cat, though it gets your clothes dirty.

- you end up smacking at his chest for getting you mostly expensive clothes dirty.

- becomes a bodyguard for you. Slashing and bashing heads in for trying to attack you.

- cuteness aggression? He gnaws at you whenever you smile or giggle.

- he pouts whenever you call him cute, his squishy face just pouting at you and oml he does not like the fact you baby him sometimes.

- his eyes brightened when he saw you definitely! Saying things like “wow! You are pretty!” Or “what color? I like color!”

- he puts the fabric between his fingers and he smiles widely.

“Fabric! Soft!”

- he cant deny the fact that you look VERYYYY different than what he and the other men are used to, but he likes unique things and pretty things in general so.. its a wonderful thing!

- he likes the attention when you put your lacey headband on him, or your strawberry hair clips.

- but he cant hide his face when he is flustered so…enough!!!

- definitely creepy

- wants your limbs even more now. You are so prettily and cutely dressed.

- idk enough about his personality yet!

- time to eat!!!

- kidding! But the fact you look so tasty and smell so good doesnt help his cannibalistic(?) urges. He sees the way you dress yourself and wants to devour you.

- maybe just a sip of ur blood? :3

- he probably does have an interest in clothes, as we see in the game. He likes to see you dress up. He thinks you will look equally pretty with your blood in his tummy!

- has licked you once or twice and sniffs you randomly. Just a little creep in general

- oh goodness, goodluck with him!

- he will literally see you as his miniature living doll!

- he might accidentally just squeeze you until you pop!

- he wants to take care of you but sometimes you just want to be bratty but thats okay! He just needs you to calm down and let him handle the heavy lifting

- such as cleaning your room that is or will be as pink as you ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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Homicipher Random Headcanons/Scenarios [NSFW]

Edit:11/07/2024

I desperately needed to post the random head canons and scenarios of our husbands that my brain kept cooking up (+ some from discord friends), so the list is not organized. Also, since we shape shift, I'm going to assume we can choose whenever we have a cock or pussy (because I want to be fucked and do the fucking) Anyways...enjoy the food thought.

Characters: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped Mr. Silvair, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, Mr. Scarletella

Warnings: mentions of NSFW, mentions of some canon-typical violence, implications of dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, implied cuckold

Mr. Crawling

He can be submissive top. Constantly asking you if you love him during intimacy. He would ask if you enjoy playing with him as you pound yourself onto him. He would be a moaning mess and probably wouldn't know what to do about it as he clumsily places his hands around your waist.

He would definitely eat you out without you asking once intimacy had been initiated.

Afraid of hurting you, he wouldn't be too rough, instead he would be more tender and gentler when it comes to intimacy.

He definitely would love it when you play with his hair, allowing you to braid it or do whatever as long it doesn't involve cutting his precious hair.

He actually gets jealous easily, but he doesn't verbalize it, instead he shows it through his actions.

He is better with his hands, than his cock. So sometimes you prefer that over his cock. His cock is more on the average/smaller side and it's cute.

He definitely has a praise kink.

Mr. Chopped

He lacks a body, so to make up for it he is extremely expressive and open with his feelings. Which makes him a little fun to bully, to see all those cute expressions he could make.

He probably would be very good with his mouth and tongue, let him be your personal rose toy/fleshlight if you will. He can't fight back and have no choice but to whimper about it.

Imagine getting sick and fainting with him nearby, he can't move or do anything but helplessly cry for you to wake up and starts crying out help for Mr. Silvair to come help him and you.

Maybe one day, for a day of tricks and pranks. Mr. Stitch will allow Mr. Chopped a day in his body, so they swap places, stitching Mr. Chopped in place of Mr. Stitch's head. It had been a very long time since Mr. Chopped felt sensations beyond his head, so he happens to be very sensitive and clumsy with his hands. Everywhere you touch overwhelms him, he melts and becomes a moaning mess, but Mr. Chopped isn't the only one feeling all these sensations. Mr. Stitch can still feel it too. He is intrigued by today's type of play.

He definitely would be more on the whiny and needy side when it comes to pleasure, he lacks a body, but he can still feel lust. He can't do anything about it, which makes him extremely needy and extra pouty.

Mr. Silvair

Definitely would have had intimacy with other ghosts/humans before to research the body and performance during mid transformation if it differed.

Imagine one day he finds a mysterious liquid that fell from the 'other world' and feeds it to you, himself and the other ghosts in your crew. Only to find out it was an aphrodisiac. It was the first time he felt such a strong sensation of lust. At first, he mistakes this strong desire to be violence, so he starts to self-inflict wounds onto himself. You attempt to stop him, but soon find yourself to be underneath him as he bites into your neck, drawing blood. Surprised at seeing the often-composed man, turning into a ravage beast. You somehow manage to find something to tie him up and have your way with him.

He probably likes overstimulation on you...but also himself. He would love to research on how much his body can go and handle.

He would actually be a switch, for research purposes. To take and give he'd do anything for research. It had been long long ago since his body used to be human, and he often forgets about his own experiences if he doesn't write them down, but no worries, he has you by his side now to keep remembering.

Mr. Hood

He is quiet but speaks whenever he finds it suited for. But if you need him, he would be happy to talk with you.

He is a bit insecure about his body, he doesn't have arms or hands or even legs, he is an entity of nothing. The clothes are what shape his form, and well maybe he not entirely a entity of nothing. You had a glimpse before, a small glimpse and sensation of a squishy and somewhat slimy part that had belonged to him. You never mentioned though, but if it was you'd love him still anyways.

He realized that some words had been a bit harder for you to keep in mind and remember and so he thought of a special way to get you learning. Learning with what humans call pleasure. He fucks you and asks you what certain things are, and if you get it wrong, he denies you from coming. You have become determined to learn your words properly even more so now. Because if you remember you get rewarded with the most absolute fulfilling fuck of your life.

Since most of his body is invisible or nothing. If you mouth fucked him you would be able to see that real good, it is strangely erotic watching your cock move inside his mouth.

Mr. Gap

When you're sleeping, sometimes he might just cuddle against your leg or lower half. He loves the feeling of warmth, compared to his hollow darkness.

He definitely seems like the type of person to eat you out while you're asleep. Playing around and waiting for you to wake up to watch your reaction. Of course, he would only do this though if he knew you'd allow it. He values consent.

Imagine taking your backpack to school and you have to take out a pencil for a test. When you open your backpack, you realize it is just an empty void and hear a voice asking for your heart in exchange for the pencil. Yeah... you accepted your fate. You just failed your exam...

When you become a moaning mess under him, he can't understand but he knows that from your sweet voice, and moans, that it's a good thing. He knows to keep continuing.

One day Mr. Gap gathers his usual newspapers that fall from the rubble or somehow manages to grab one from the human realm. He notices a magazine that discusses about marriage and giving rings on the fourth finger. Intrigued about this idea, he asks you for your all four of your fingers, but you misunderstand and refuse to give him your fingers. He's sad but soon you later find out that he was asking for your hand in marriage, literally but also figuratively.

Mr. Machete

We would wonder aimlessly for an eternity together searching for his/your home. But eventually our subconscious would recognize each other as home instead.

He would definitely mock and laugh at how fast you would falter/melt under his touch. Calling you "weak" for coming so fast but would give kisses here and there after the mocking.

He'd probably be into throat fucking and laugh at you looking pathetic, he loves reactions that aren't boring, so seeing you choke on his cock seems like a great idea.

He definitely would come inside most of the time.

When he fucks you, his cock would probably bulge out a little from your stomach, fascinated by it he'd roughly press his hand down near that area.

He is our beefy dumb macho, perfect.

If you mouth/fucked him he would tell you he feels nothing, but his eyes would already be red and tearing. He's a pathetic coward.

Mr. Scarletella

He belongs to you, and you belong to him, together forever, in a hellish world. He loves the destruction you bring into his life and does the same for you.

Oh boy, he would absolutely devour you, his queen, in pleasure. Fuck you stupid to the point you're just a blabbering mess, hands on waist, and long fingers in your mouth, as he pounds deeply into you.

He seems like the type of guy to fuck you during your period.

Definitely gets jealous easily and he makes it know when he gets that way.

Imagine your fucked/fucking another ghost and you hear static within the distance, the sound slowly starts to come closer and closer until you hear the static in the room. Your crimson servant arrives and witnesses your fantastic display of intimacy. Jealous, he kills them and becomes extra possessive and quite terrifying, but you love it so much. How he seems so lost and pathetic without you.

You don't know his name, but neither does he know yours. Despite this disconnect, you still manage to give him some sort of other named to be called. It's connected to your name, but he knows it's not all of it, he can't fully whisk you away, but he's okay with that. You are still bound to him for an eternity anyway.

If Mr. Scarletella went back to the human world with you instead, he would appear to be the one most suited for fitting in. Just slack some foundation on his face, make him wear gloves and he would blend in quite well. Well...except for his odd habit of asking every stranger for their name and laughing and giggling crazily each time.

He would have a praise and degradation kink, he's not a whore. He's YOUR whore. He likes being YOURS.

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shibuuuuwu · 9 months ago

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pov: Aqua had forgotten the most important person of his past life, 2/3

Aqua realizes that his daughter's life is a series of logically susceptible sytuations into which he is fortunate enough to follow this chain. Over a few months of "friendship," if I may say so, as Aqua was extremely persistent to "befriend" his mother's doctor's daughter. With his dead mother's dead doctor's daughter? That sounds funny.

And while Y/N tried her best to move on with her life, Aqua drifts further and further into pleasant memories of the past. Of his wife, of his daughter and ....yes, of life as a doctor in an antenatal clinic. Yes, there's no hiding the fact that Goro was a bit twisted on pregnant women's bellies, well everyone has their quirks.

During the short but informative interaction with his daughter, when as Aqua was like a literal sponge absorbing every story from Y/N's life, the girl on the other hand had given a shit about how weird her new friend was. Interested in her life, her upbringing at the orphanage, what she remembered from her early childhood. Yes, then Hoshino became damn ashamed of his past life behavior when he found out that Y/N has - fetal memory, from which she remembers every word her father says still in the mother's belly, and every kiss he gives her soft cheeks.

Aqua still hadn't gotten over the idea that the world's very last brute had forgotten such an important detail of his whole life. There wasn't a day that went by that the young man didn't berate himself and everyone around him, for company.

- You know, Aqua, I'm getting married in the spring, and I'd like to invite you to the ceremony," the girl said quietly, tucking her silky hair behind her ear. Her earrings gleamed in the sunlight. The moonstone.

- Married?!" shouted Hoshino, snapping up from the bench, frightening the pigeons in the park with his shout.

He simply hadn't expected to see his daughter open a new page in her life, binding herself in marriage to a man he neither knew nor had ever seen. If it had been Goro, he would have scolded her like a real father, saying, "No marriage until you meet the groom," and would have glared through his glasses at the end with a more menacing, stony countenance.

- Well, yes, there's a wedding in the middle of spring, I don't have many friends, in fact I don't have any, so I would like you to come to the wedding, I would be glad," the girl's cheeks flushed, and a bright smile stretched on her lips. Her thin hands held out Hoshino's familiar vanilla-colored invitation to the ceremony with the date, time, and place.

Aqua was silent, staring at the invitation. He missed everything in his daughter's life. Her first words, her first steps, first grade, her last year of school, graduation, going to university and graduation. He missed everything and more. Aqua...no, Goro missed the moment his daughter tied her heart to a relationship with another man, missed the story of her first kiss and first date.

Tears made their way up Aqua's heavenly eyes from ponying up what a bastard he is, after all, not a father. But he'd be a bad friend, and he'd definitely pave a golden path to hell for himself if he didn't agree to walk her to the wedding.

No, this is a page out of her daughter's life, Aqua is not going to miss it.

- Of course! I'd love to come! - he smiles confidently. The black stars in his eyes begin to lighten to a gray, glowing hue. His child seems to be skillfully correcting the dark side of Goro's soul.

- Wonderful! Oh, if you want, you can invite Ruby too, I'd love to meet her," Y/N says less confidently, passing two postcard invitations into Hoshino's hands at once.

Lying in bed all night, Aqua looks at the invitation with nostalgia. Goro didn't have a wedding with his wife, a simple, quick signature of marriage, a humble kiss and all. This was necessary at the expense of the fact that his wife was already pregnant with his daughter. Aqua realized that the remnants of his past life were bickering right now like a cardboard house in a Looney Tunes show.

He looks at the beautiful writing inside the card. One part is written in a woman's hand, the other in a man's hand. The woman's handwriting is twisted, smooth and subtle, matching his daughter's dramatic and sensitive nature. The man's is firm, slanted, but clean. Obviously, the man has invested a lot of interest and time into these cards.

Aqua thinks the man's love for his daughter can be felt even through this paper, plus it smells pleasantly of Y/N perfume. Aqua puts the paper on his face, inhaling the overly sweet scent, pulling memories from his mind. The funny thing is that the image of his wife has been permanently erased in his mind, and he only remembered the woman in pictures at the Y/N house, during one of his rare tea parties. His daughter's eyes, on the other hand, were part of his nightmares and a never-ending tangle of sleepy hallucinations. Those eyes always stung his way out before Hoshino went madder than she is now.

- What do you think to give her?" asks Ruby without knocking, entering her brother's room.

- Giving her the truth," Aqua says sarcastically.

- Oh, really? You write on the card, "Hey Y/N, it's me, your real father, who died eighteen years ago and was reborn as the son of Ai Hoshino. Is that so? - Ruby laughed, kicking her brother in the leg.

- I'll think of something, I think she should know the truth, even if it is such a bright day for her.

The middle of March flew by too quickly for Aqua to know what to do next. As if he snapped his fingers, he looked at the calendar, where one day important to him was marked in red marker. The day when he would forever lose his saving straw to the world of a past life, give his daughter into someone else's, hopefully strong and strong hands her soul, her hand, her body, and her loyalty.

With bitterness in his soul, Aqua has no recollection of waking up, welcoming himself to order, putting on a suit, and picking up a modest bouquet of daisies, he and Ruby headed to the rendezvous point. To the Bella Vista Sakaigahama Wedding Palace. The most beautiful chapel overlooking the Seto Sea was flooded with the early morning dawn. Aqua watched the rising sun as a sign of the beginning of a new life at Y/N and a new streak of happiness at Aqua. Finally his private world was paradise for him as he bravely opened the doors to his young daughter, who had become a true princess.

Aqua can't tell you how much he wants to cry and scream at himself when he sees her coming out of the car in her smart wedding dress, a modest-looking bride, but how her eyes burn. Goro no longer sees in her eyes the pain of losing her family, no tears and sadness.

- You look great," Aqua says quietly but sincerely, helping her to put her long hair behind her back, involuntarily keeping his hand on her shoulder, stroking it.

- Thank you, I'm glad you both came,-Y/N bows slightly to Hoshino.

- Who's going to walk you down the aisle?" Ruby asks, helping to straighten the skirt of her dress.

Y/N looks sad and dejected for a moment. Her head is down, and her hands are rubbing the white fabric, leaving crumpled streaks.

- No one, I wish my father had accompanied me.

Once again, Aqua feels a prick in her heart, so aching and long-lasting. He must hold her hand and lead her to her fiancé. He must support her on this day. The father must dance the first dance with his daughter. Goro should be there for her right now. Aqua looks away to smog the droplets of tears from his eyelashes. He thinks it's not the first time he's going to cry today.

He would gladly trade his life for even an hour of time to spend next to his daughter, holding her and rocking her in his arms as he once did with her infant body.

- I can walk you out, if you don't mind," Hoshino offered, risking such dangerous cards to play. He was already honored, practically a stranger, to be present at her wedding, he could wish himself a little luck in leading the bride under his arm.

- Generally, only people important to the bride are led down the aisle, but if you want, I won't mind, at least it won't be so scary for me,- Y/N chuckles nervously and takes a bouquet of daisies from the young man's hands, conveniently placing it in his hand.- Anyway, the ceremony starts in a few minutes, we need to go up the stairs at the same time as the groom, so, Aqua, shall we go?

Goro was ready to leap to the sky or throw himself into the sea from that uplifting feeling the bride's consent gave him. They climbed the long, winding staircase with an open view of the expanse, embodying the bride and groom's last moments of freedom, their last feelings of inferiority and their desire to single-handedly conquer the world. Y/N's face illuminates the ending dawn, painting soft tones of red and gentle shades on her, adorning her cheeks, already ruddy with excitement. Aqua involuntarily stumbled down the stairs, staring, which made the bride laugh, scaring her excitement away briefly.

- Here we are," says the girl before she steps into the arched entrance to the hall itself.

Aqua looks forward to seeing the man who promises to be with his child in sickness and in health; in happiness and in sorrow; before death and in life.

Six long steps and they stand before the altar, Aqua kisses Y/N's hand and readily passes it into the outstretched hand of the groom and he looks up at the man.

The smile leaves Aqua's face, and the world no longer seems bright and warm when he sees the same heavenly eyes of the groom with black stars in his pupils. Aqua shakes and breathes heavily unable to let go of his daughter's hands.

- H-Hikaru Kamiki...?

It seems at this moment that the very same inner world that had become his paradise crumbles under his feet, dragging him into the devil swamp, drowning him in mud up to the top of his head.

No, there's no way his daughter could be the bride of the bastard Hikaru Kamiki, who killed Ai Hoshino and was partially involved in Goro....nope, death, this is definitely some horrible dream. It doesn't work that way. Stars can't hate Aqua enough to send such an outcome.

- Aqua? Is everything okay?" asks Y/N, standing too close to Hikaru.

And Aqua realizes that this is all reality. A reality in which he has abandoned his daughter, in which she is marrying his father and killer.

There is one final chapter left that decides the outcome of the whole story of Aqua and his daughter. What will Aqua do?

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shibuuuuwu · 10 months ago

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Make a playlist for your ship

A song that plays over when they first see/meet each other

A song that reminds them of each other

A song that represents when they're dreaming of the other

A song that represents their happiest moment together

A song that represents their mutual struggle in life

A song they'd dance to together

A song that represents their uncertainty

A song when they're stuck in a room with the other

A song that represents (one of) their confessions

A song when they see the other's dark/secret side

A song that plays at their wedding

A song that would play over when one of them is near death or dies

A song they'd put on to comfort each other

Inspired by @more-oc-questions OC playlist template post

Angst alternative version

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shibuuuuwu · 10 months ago

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It's great that we're getting a bonus again with volume 23! I hope~ that there will be also a special edition again at some point~

A Beelzebub acrylic figure~

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shibuuuuwu · 11 months ago

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✧ — ⋆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

some ideas for first meeting prompts that may help break the ice between characters . feel free to amend contexts & roles where required ! violent & alcohol related prompts present .

[ BAR ] : for your muse to join mine at a bar [ DINER ] : for your muse to join mine at a diner / restaurant [ SAVE ] : for your muse to step in to save my muse in a fight [ FAKE ] : for your muse to pretend to know my muse in public to save them from a difficult encounter [ RUN ] : for your muse to grab my muse’s hand and tell them to run [ STEAL ] : for your muse to try to steal from my muse ( pickpocketing , in their home etc – feel free to specify context ! ) [ STUDY ] : for your muse to join mine to study / read [ PICNIC ] : for your muse to join mine on a picnic [ FIRST DATE ] : for your muse to meet mine for a first date [ BREAK IN ] : for our muses to break in somewhere together [ ATTACK ] : for your muse to try to attack mine ( specify context ! ) [ DANCE ] : for your muse to invite mine to dance [ PAY ] : for your muse to pay for my muse’s item(s) ( specify context ! ) [ TAXI ] : for our muses to share a taxi ride somewhere [ CAR ] : for your muse to jump in my muse’s car and tell them to drive [ LOCKED OUT ] : for your muse to be locked out of their apartment & to ask for help from mine [ DIY ] : for your muse to ask mine for help with diy in their home [ DARE ] : for your muse to approach mine on a dare [ PATCH ] : for your muse to help mine with an injury [ COMFORT ] : for your muse to comfort mine [ SWIM ] : for your muse to throw mine into the sea / a river / pool ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] : for our muses to be tied up together [ CRY ] : for your muse to find mine crying [ KIDNAP ] : for your muse to kidnap mine [ DRUNK ] : for your muse to look after mine while drunk [ ZOMBIE ] : for our muses to be caught in a zombie attack together [ TRAPPED ] : for our muses to be trapped somewhere together ( stuck in a storm ? kidnapped together ? dodgy lock on a door ? ) [ WARN ] : for your muse to warn mine of incoming danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] : for your muse to join mine at a coffee shop / café [ WORK ] : for your muse to help train mine on the first day of their job [ ROOMMATES ] : for your muse to be my muse’s roommate ( feel free to specify whether in a college or a regular setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] : for our muses to meet in a bookshop [ EVENT ] : for our muses to meet at a charity event [ FUNDRAISING ] : for our muses to team up to raise money for charity ( feel free to specify potential ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] : for our muses to be rivals in a competition [ KARAOKE ] : for our muses to sing karaoke together [ MUTUAL FRIEND ] : for our muses to meet through a mutual friend [ STOOD UP ] : for your muse to join mine on a date after noticing that they have been stood up [ MISSION ] : for our muses to meet on a mission [ UNDERCOVER ] : for your muse to approach mine while undercover [ MUSUEM ] : for our muses to meet at a museum [ ABANDONED ] : for our muses to meet in an abandoned building [ STARGAZING ] : for our muses to meet while stargazing [ ROOFTOP ] : for your muse to find mine on a rooftop

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shibuuuuwu · 11 months ago

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Beelzebub come to God killer cat who is in the domain that no one in the underworld dear to come, but he dose and this area belongs to the cat who is in one of the many forms of the head of the dog and body of a skeletal figured and asked about the cursed he have

And cat just said " Oh yeah you curse alright but not from me as I just do my own things, but seem you are cursed since if your birth by someone else, I can reverse it but you'll have to be bound in a new curse "

-Throughout Valhalla were quiet areas, mostly in the underworld, where others would dare not come, which gave you the perfect place to get away from everyone and just relax and be alone for a while.

-It also gave you an opportunity to play around with your alternative forms, not your cat-like form or your humanoid form, as you could change into anything you wanted.

-You heard footsteps approaching you from behind as you had the body of an unknown creature, but only the skeleton, tall and foreboding, with the head of a dog with large fangs and bright glowing eyes.

-Nobody came to this section of the underworld, due to dark curses that supposedly loomed there, there weren’t, at least not anymore, as curses meant nothing, they were just as easy to destroy as anything else.

-To hear footsteps was surprising enough, but when you saw who approached, you couldn’t help but grin, baring your abnormally long teeth as you lowered your head, leaning over Beelzebub who didn’t look frightened in the least.

-You chuckled, “You are either very bold or very foolish to come here, young one. To what do I owe your visit?” he bowed his head to you, being respectful, “I saw how easily you took care of those curses that Hades asked you to get rid of. I came to ask for your help.”

-You knew the curse that he was speaking of, and your body shrunk, to not be looming over him, but remained in the unsettling, at least to others, form you were now in.

-You leaned in close and inhaled his scent, smelling the curse, “Ahh- you were cursed by one before you were even born, and you have carried that curse for so long, and lost so much to it. It is not one of my curses but I can remove it, for a price.”

-Beelzebub’s eyes went wide, hearing this information, hearing there was a chance to be finally rid of this curse, “What is the price?” he knew not to be too excited, as while you had not shown your cruel side to anyone in Valhalla, besides scaring them a little, he needed to be careful.

-You pointed a bony finger at his chest, “The curse is a part of you, without it, you will die. I know that is what you wish for and what that succubus’ curse aims to prevent until there is one strong enough to kill you, curse and all. I will not kill you, as it is not your fate to die by my hand, but I can remove this curse, but another will take its place. I will leave the choice in your hands, young one, it is a risk of your own choosing.”

-Beelzebub hesitated in accepting immediately before he spoke, “May I ask what kind of curse you would replace my own with, should I decide to go through with it?” Your hand lifted to his cheek, stroking gently, bone fingers against his skin, “Having lived with a curse for so long and wishing for death- what a sad little god you are. The curse will be as strong as the one you hold now, but you will be able to control it except for one week twice a year.”

-You didn’t give him an outright answer, giving only a vague idea before he took your hand, immediately accepting.

-You bared your teeth in another smile as you shook his hand and instantly his world spun before everything went dark.

-When Beelzebub awoke next, he was in his bed, you sitting on his chest in your cat form, looking amused before he sat up, feeling tired before he looked at his hands, seeing nothing different.

-When he entered the bathroom to see if there were any physical changes, he stomped back out, holding a long black tail and pointing at the fluffy black cat ears on top of his head as his face was burning bright red, “What is this?!”

-You licked your paw, not at all bothered, “Your new curse! You now share your body with an ancient cat demon, and it gave you a tail, fangs, claws, and cat like ears.” Beelzebub calmed, hearing this, realizing a cat demon would be better than Satan.

-He thanked you for this kindness, as he felt lighter, freer before he paused, “Wait- so what are the two weeks a year that I won’t be able to control this curse?”

-You said your answer like it was no big deal, “Oh- you’ll go into heat twice a year and you will need someone to *explicit* your *explicit* and *explicit-explicit-explicit* you at least twice a day for a whole week to keep you under control or you’ll go crazy.”

-Beelzebub was white, collapsing to his knees in shock, hearing of his new fate as you licked your paw, “Do you have someone who can do that for you?” he didn’t answer, instead falling to his side, his eyes spinning as his processed this new curse.

-What has he done to himself?

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Halllo and welcome to the Sebastian Solace fans!!

This interest me, Im in the Welcome home fandom and one of the characters is self-aware so I've wondering if Sebastian is self aware that he know the player is just playing game

What is his reaction? (It's okay if you don't want to- I can request other one- ÚvÚ

That's all and have a lovely Day or Night

𝜗 ˖ ❝ you're not what you seem. ᵕ ♡

— in which sebastian realizes something is off with you, and everything else that's ever known. ✧

↷　 sfw 𓈒 implied sebastian uses you a bit 𓈒 no happy ending 𓈒

When SEBASTIAN figures out that he is nothing more than a character in a videogame, one who has no control over the ending of the story, he is upset for a lack of better words.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. Why his memories of the past were oddly fuzzy as if they weren't truly his, why he never seemed to be unable to find things for his shop, why you kept coming back over and over again.

He's mad both at himself and you and the situation: himself for not realizing sooner, how could he be so stupid? You for never mentioning it to him, although you very well knew. And the situation: because that means everything he went through didn't have to happen, and was made for someone else's enjoyment.

In the midst of his anger, though, he realizes that you are trapped just as much as he is, if not more.

If everything was some game, some story, then that means only certain things had actually been written into existence. The path you followed on your journey, for example, was the only path there could be. Your goal couldn't be anything but getting the crystal.

Maybe he isn't real to you.

But his experiences were real.

His agony was real.

And he was real to himself.

Which is why he began to change things. You couldn't break your character's code, but he could break his. You'd occasionally hear little 'secret' voice lines that haven't ever played before, animations that seemed more lifelike and diverse. You'd see how Sebastian didn't show up just once anymore, no, he showed up frequently.

Yes, once you reached the end, you would be forced back to the beginning. But would he? It wasn't in his code to force him back, was it?

Sebastian began to stick by you more and more, trying to win your favor. It'd be easier to board with you if you grew attached — sympathetic towards him. It'd also be easier for you to give more documents. One of the only things you had control over was when you chose to buy from him. He endlessly looked through the research documents you gave him to see if there was anything about this: but nothing.

And when you finally had the crystal and were waiting for the submarine...

Sebastian swopped in and climbed into the submarine alongside you. You didn't put up a fight—well, you probably couldn't even if you wanted to. Luckily, there were no guards in the chamber, so he wouldn't be spotted until you made it to the surface.

He was finally going to be free again.

This may be a game, but it's his life.

He would finally —

— Sebastian was back in his shop once more.

Right, because games don't load their unused areas, oops!

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shibuuuuwu · 11 months ago

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hiii!! may i please request something similar to this? <3 (i find the concept of reader hiding behind seb SO CUTEEE)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoEW2En/

𝜗 ˖ ❝ what do you think you're doing? ᵕ ♡

— in which you use sebastian to protect yourself from an angler. ✧

↷　 406 wc 𓈒 sfw 𓈒 sebastian is a bit mean 𓈒 i love this idea hehe

SEBASTIAN's shop is probably one of the safest areas in the Blacksite. No entities can get in—besides Sebastian himself, of course. That doesn't stop entities from coming right outside the shop, though.

After being here for so long, having countless anglers rush past you, that a flight or fight response triggers for you when the lights flicker all around. Sebastian seems to not react, besides a light grumble under his breath. He finally found a good area with lights, and now they were going to break. His esca could only light up so much.

You, however, had a much different reaction. Unfortunately, you've learned to instinctively flee and hide at the tiniest flicker. It helped you not die, so it simply stuck with you.

There were no lockers in Sebastian's shop, so you couldn't hide there. There also was no vent, since you had gotten him in an underwater area. The only other way to hide was to completely shield yourself from it's view.. and there was only one thing in the shop big enough to conceal your whole body.

Sebastian tensed as you quickly hid behind his tail, practically using him as a shield. He blinked, a bit confused: didn't you know that Anglers couldn't enter his shop? Maybe you really were a bit dumb.. He thought about telling you off, but it was also a bit funny to see you crouching behind him like a scared rabbit.

Sebastian huffed as he saw how shaky you were, and moved his tail to loosely wrap around you and help you feel more hidden. As quickly as you huddled behind him, the muffled noise of an Angler's scream rang out from below. He only hummed: the lights in his shop didn't end up breaking, how nice.

You stayed hidden for a few more seconds before perking up, your head popping out from the makeshift cocoon. Sebastian silently stared at you for a few moments before speaking, "You do know that Anglers can't get in my shop.. right?" He teased you, making you pause in embarrassment.

After a few seconds of just staring at each other, you tried to pry yourself off of his tail, but Sebastian wouldn't let you. He tightened his tail's coil around you. "No, no, it doesn't work like that," Sebastian commented, "I protected you, right? How kind of me. And how rude of you to try leaving before you even return the favor."

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