#RARELY FOLLOWS FIRST.

[neuronz]

𝚄𝙷 𝙾𝙷 . . . 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 #𝙽𝙴𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚉! an independent portrayal of ESTHER [ 𝙍𝙀𝘿𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 ] ( they / them ) from tcb's 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 franchise. heavily headcanon based. ship exclusive with @agentscrags. 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘞𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖!

navigation : dossier. promo. inbox memes. ᵐᵉᵐᵉᶻ ⁴ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ.

blog roll : @bykori, @trailore, @beaniestm

activity. all of my blogs are on a medium / medium-low activity basis. i'm a teacher, so in the months of august - may, my spoons are limited due to work and some chronic illnesses / conditions i have. please be patient with me. ♡

following. due to some anxieties i have, i rarely follow first. i usually reserve that for friends or people who my friends have vouched, so please do not take offense if i don't follow first.

with that being said, i review everyone that chooses to follow me, that includes extensively reading their rules and about their character. i reserve the right to not follow back or even soft block a following to protect my space. i will not follow back and will likely block if there are no rules or mun information present or if the mun is under the age of 21.

ship exclusive. i am ship exclusive with mother out of my own comfort and preference. this means none of my muses are open for romantic shipping. however, i love every other kind of dynamic, so bring them on! all i ask is that you respect the exclusivity. any ship-based content will be deleted and repeated offenses will result in blocking.

content warning. please note that esther is a heavy drug user, so there will be mentions of drug use in regular conversation. drug use and mentions of drugs will be tagged when present. also, there will be presence of spicy content on here from time to time. any sort of spice will be tagged according to the level of it. suggestive // will be used for mild material. spicy // will be used for more graphic descriptions. any other triggers will be labelled as trigger // accordingly.

banned. i don't want to gatekeep, but please do not interact if you use the following banned face claims: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp _aka people with a recorded history of being abusive / violent / damaging.

do not follow if you write portrayals of real life people or events or if you write child predators such as william afton or peter pan from the twisted childhood universe.

this blog does not support trump supporters / maga - heads, racism, antisemitism, bigotry, pedophilia, islamophobia, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, domestic violence, hate, harrassment, etc. it's also important to note that i won't always publicly speak on real world events on my blog. i want this to be a safe creative space, and if you ever want to know my stance or opinion on an issue, i'm happy to have a conversation. however, i want to keep my content as laid back as possible.

reblog from the source. if you see something i reblog that you like, then go for it! however, all i ask is that you reblog from the source, if it is available. even when it's not, i try to go into the notes and reblog it from someone who reblogged it months and months ago. please exercise this courtesy as well.

unfollowing protocols. when i unfollow a blog, i tend to softblock them. i mean no ill will in doing so, and you are welcome to do the same if you wish to unfollow me. like i said, i want to curate an enriching dash, so i tend to do clean outs now and again based on who's shown interest in me & my muses.

credits. most graphics are made by me unless otherwise specified. my coloring psd is from @pinkinnards. i currently use old blueberry pie from star's eat rot set! my icon border is one of the lovely ones (#14) from @stephysource!

[huntstrolls]

𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰 ; a heavily headcanon based (and plucked to be an oc?) 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 from tsk's 𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶'𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒. verses in medieval/fantasy and modern. this blog will contain spoilers!

dossier. promo. memes. blog roll.

This blog is mutuals only and will remain that way. I will do my best to follow back in a timely manner after reading through your rules. If you fail to have rules/mun info or are not 21+, I will not be following back. This is NOT a blog for minors or personals. Both will be blocked on sight.

I'm ship exclusive with kori (@/blogname). This is for my own comfort, sanity, and wishes. I will not get into it further and ask kindly it gets respected. In addition to this, please know that my time to write is limited and therefore I'll focus on things that generally bring me the most joy in that moment. Please be patient with me. ♥

There will be content of varying degree on this blog including triggering content, anything that could be alarming as such will be tagged as " trigger tw/cw ". if you make 'kys' jokes -- i will softblock or even hardblock. i do not care for that to be considered 'humor'.

This blog does not support homophobia, transphobia, trump supporters, racism, misogyny, islamophobia, or any other hate or discriminatory behavior. I will block any sort of behavior that is deemed harmful. If you write with the use of a facelaim known for problematic behavior I will not follow. examples: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp, etc... DNI if you write W.ILLIAM AFTON.

 Leave your drama at the front door. I will not tolerate it and will quickly find the ability to softblock or even hardblock if need be. If you are looking to unfollow me please softblock me as I will/would do the same in return. I won't come to you or bother you if we aren't following each other anymore, I just wish you well! I ask the same respect is returned to me to those I may softblock.

CREDITS: @pinkinnards - PSD ( chocolate spice )

[stablelad]

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒹 ; 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 - an original character set in tsk's 𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞'𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 with verses in medieval/fantasy and modern. this blog will contain spoilers! ship exclusive with @sillygorl.

dossier. promo. memes. blog roll.

This blog is mutuals only and will remain that way. I will do my best to follow back in a timely manner after reading through your rules. If you fail to have rules/mun info or are not 21+, I will not be following back. This is NOT a blog for minors or personals. Both will be blocked on sight.

I'm ship exclusive with kori (sillygorl). This is for my own comfort, sanity, and wishes. I will not get into it further and ask kindly it gets respected. In addition to this, please know that my time to write is limited and therefore I'll focus on things that generally bring me the most joy in that moment. Please be patient with me. ♥

There will be content of varying degree on this blog including triggering content, anything that could be alarming as such will be tagged as " trigger tw/cw ". if you make 'kys' jokes -- i will softblock or even hardblock. i do not care for that to be considered 'humor'.

This blog does not support homophobia, transphobia, trump supporters, racism, misogyny, islamophobia, or any other hate or discriminatory behavior. I will block any sort of behavior that is deemed harmful. If you write with the use of a facelaim known for problematic behavior I will not follow. examples: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp, etc... DNI if you write W.ILLIAM AFTON.

 Leave your drama at the front door. I will not tolerate it and will quickly find the ability to softblock or even hardblock if need be. If you are looking to unfollow me please softblock me as I will/would do the same in return. I won't come to you or bother you if we aren't following each other anymore, I just wish you well! I ask the same respect is returned to me to those I may softblock.

CREDITS: @pinkinnards - PSD ( cowboy yeehaw )

[sillygorl]

#𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎𝑔𝑜𝓇𝓁 : a heavily headcanon based portrayal of 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 "𝓵𝓾𝓬𝔂" 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝔃𝔃𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓭 from tsk's 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆'𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊. verse friendly in fantasy, medieval, and modern universes. this blog is not spoiler friendly. ship exclusive with @stablelad.

dossier. promo. inbox memes. ᵐᵉᵐᵉᶻ ⁴ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ. blogs.

activity. all of my blogs are on a medium / medium-low activity basis. i'm a teacher, so in the months of august - may, my spoons are limited due to work and some chronic illnesses / conditions i have. please be patient with me. ♡

following. due to some anxieties i have, i rarely follow first. i usually reserve that for friends or people who my friends have vouched, so please do not take offense if i don't follow first.

with that being said, i review everyone that chooses to follow me, that includes extensively reading their rules and about their character. i reserve the right to not follow back or even soft block a following to protect my space. i will not follow back and will likely block if there are no rules or mun information present or if the mun is under the age of 21.

ship exclusive. i am ship exclusive with mother out of my own comfort and preference. this means none of my muses are open for romantic shipping. however, i love every other kind of dynamic, so bring them on! all i ask is that you respect the exclusivity. any ship-based content will be deleted and repeated offenses will result in blocking.

content warning. please note that there is a lot of triggering content with cc, including but not limited to: violence, gore, murder, and extremely crude humor. also, there will be presence of spicy content on here from time to time. any sort of spice will be tagged according to the level of it. suggestive // will be used for mild material. spicy // will be used for more graphic descriptions. any other triggers will be labelled as trigger // accordingly.

banned. i don't want to gatekeep, but please do not interact if you use the following banned face claims: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp aka people with a recorded history of being abusive / violent / damaging. i will also not follow portrayals of real life people or fictional iterations of real life people.

this blog does not support trump supporters / maga - heads, racism, antisemitism, bigotry, pedophilia, islamophobia, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, domestic violence, hate, harrassment, etc. it's also important to note that i won't always publicly speak on real world events on my blog. i want this to be a safe creative space, and if you ever want to know my stance or opinion on an issue, i'm happy to have a conversation. however, i want to keep my content as laid back as possible.

reblog from the source. if you see something i reblog that you like, then go for it! however, all i ask is that you reblog from the source, if it is available. even when it's not, i try to go into the notes and reblog it from someone who reblogged it months and months ago. please exercise this courtesy as well.

unfollowing protocols. when i unfollow a blog, i tend to softblock them. i mean no ill will in doing so, and you are welcome to do the same if you wish to unfollow me. like i said, i want to curate an enriching dash, so i tend to do clean outs now and again based on who's shown interest in me & my muses.

credits. most graphics are made by me unless otherwise specified. my coloring psd is from @pinkinnards. i currently use old ham spamwich!

[honeyhold]

𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 ; a private, heavily headcanon based, and canon divergent multi-muse for tsk's 𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶'𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒. verses in medieval/fantasy and modern. this blog will contain spoilers! ship exclusive with @last4ever.

promo. memes. blog roll.

MUSES (with linked dossiers) -

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁 (captured maiden of the castle that was)

𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯 (squire turned knight/mouse turned boy)

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗱 (bastard brother - troll hunter)

𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 (stable boy oc for honeyhold)

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗺𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 (noble in the king's old kingdom)

𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 (stepsister - troll)

𝗿𝗮𝗴𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 (master dwarf and master of the woodblock)

RULES -

This blog is mutuals only and will remain that way. I will do my best to follow back in a timely manner after reading through your rules. If you fail to have rules/mun info or are not 21+, I will not be following back. This is NOT a blog for minors or personals. Both will be blocked on sight.

I'm ship exclusive with kori (trollgorl). This is for my own comfort, sanity, and wishes. I will not get into it further and ask kindly it gets respected. In addition to this, please know that my time to write is limited and therefore I'll focus on things that generally bring me the most joy in that moment. Please be patient with me. ♥

There will be content of varying degree on this blog including triggering content, anything that could be alarming as such will be tagged as " trigger tw/cw ". if you make 'kys' jokes -- i will softblock or even hardblock. i do not care for that to be considered 'humor'.

This blog does not support homophobia, transphobia, trump supporters, racism, misogyny, islamophobia, or any other hate or discriminatory behavior. I will block any sort of behavior that is deemed harmful. If you write with the use of a facelaim known for problematic behavior I will not follow. examples: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp, etc... DNI if you write W.ILLIAM AFTON.

 Leave your drama at the front door. I will not tolerate it and will quickly find the ability to softblock or even hardblock if need be. If you are looking to unfollow me please softblock me as I will/would do the same in return. I won't come to you or bother you if we aren't following each other anymore, I just wish you well! I ask the same respect is returned to me to those I may softblock.

CREDITS: @ pinkinnards - PSD ( chocolate spice )

[agentscrags]

ɪ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ— 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙶𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚂𝚔𝚒！an independent & heavily headcanon based portrayal of 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐢 from tcb's ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ɪᴛ sǫᴜᴀᴅ. ship exclusive with neuronz.

carrd (tba - rules below). promo. memes.

blogs : sleazeballtm , likezoink , bimother , groovyufos

This blog is mutuals only and will remain that way. I will do my best to follow back in a timely manner after reading through your rules. If you fail to have rules/mun info or are not 21+, I will not be following back. This is NOT a blog for minors or personals. Both will be blocked on sight and sold to satan for less than a cornchip.

 I'm ship exclusive with kori (neuronz). This is for my own comfort, sanity, and wishes. I will not get into it further and ask kindly it gets respected. In addition to this, please know that my time to write is limited and therefore I'll focus on things that generally bring me the most joy in that moment. Please be patient with me. ♥

There will be content of varying degree on this blog including triggering content, anything that could be alarming as such will be tagged as " trigger tw/cw ". if you make 'k/y/s' jokes -- i will softblock or even hardblock. i do not care for that to be considered 'humor'.

This blog does not support homophobia, transphobia, trump supporters, racism, misogyny, islamophobia, or any other hate or discriminatory behavior. I will block any sort of behavior that is deemed harmful. If you write with the use of a facelaim known for problematic behavior I will not follow. examples: lea michele, armie hammer, blake jenner, bob morley, eliza taylor, amber heard, johnny depp, etc... DNI if you write W.ILLIAM AFTON.

Leave your drama at the front door. I will not tolerate it and will quickly find the ability to softblock or even hardblock if need be. If you are looking to unfollow me please softblock me as I will/would do the same in return. I won't come to you or bother you if we aren't following each other anymore, I just wish you well! I ask the same respect is returned to me to those I may softblock.

most of the graphics here are made by me! i use @pinkinnards for my psd!

[secretsimpleness]

Don't feed the crows. .. Why not? Inej, Kaz / Six of Crows (c) Leigh Bardugo

[phoenixtakaramono]

𝘖𝘪. Ladies and gentlemen, The Boys are back 💉🩸

[clown-demon]

Like this post if you've read my rules!

My rules are HERE. So liking this post will tell me if you've read my rules! I WILL NO LONGER BE FOLLOWING PEOPLE BACK UNTIL THEY'VE READ MY RULES AND LIKED THIS POST!

I will though, when following people first, continue to follow them even if they don't read my rules. But when I clean my following list, I WILL unfollow if this post isn't liked!

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[novorehere]

Famished First-Time

Hello friends! This is an especially special post that I am very excited about, because the story you’re about to read was not written by myself. A friend who would like to remain anonymous submitted this amazing story to me and wanted me to post it to my blog for you all to enjoy. While they don’t have their own vore blog, I hope you can all enjoy and give them some praise and feedback! Words cannot describe how much I ADORE it, and I think you all will too no matter if you’re familiar with Obey Me or not <3 

Enjoy!

_____________

“Thank you!” Yuki, the lovely young cashier, smiled sweetly as Rayfa plunked down the appropriate amount of Grimm—plus a generous tip—onto the counter. “Come again!”

“You know I will!” Rayfa laughed, and the demon chick behind the counter laughed too. They had become fast friends—what with Rayfa being a proud regular and all—and Yuki knew she’d be back again within the week.

It always started with an unrelated shopping trip. An excursion to buy some nail polish and ribbons for her next sleepover with Asmo. Or perhaps an errand to pick up the newest video game Levi had pre-ordered, for he was too anxious to go out himself. Regardless of where her ventures began, they always ended back at the bakery—where she could purchase a little something for Beel. It hardly cost her anything (mostly because Yuki gave her legendary discounts) and Beel always got so adorably excited when she came home with dessert, so of course Rayfa had made it into a habit. It was such an easy way to put a smile on his face! How could she not?

“I’m already looking forward to it!” Yuki beamed. “See you next week, hun!”

“See you then!”

Rayfa carefully lifted the hefty white cake box into her hands, then began her leisurely walk back to the House of Lamentation, the soft chimes of the bakery’s doorbell twinkling faintly behind her. It was a lovely night outside, pleasantly warm but with the welcome caveat of a gentle breeze. It was the kind of evening that Rayfa liked to spend admiring the beauty of the Devildom, but something about this particular night was making her uneasy. She felt like she was being watched—nay, hunted. Instinctively, she quickened her pace, trying not to think about it. It was surely just her imagination.

Rayfa was maybe two blocks away from salvation—the HoL—when disaster finally struck. Out of nowhere, Rayfa felt burly/muscular arms wrap uncomfortably tightly around her waist. She readied herself to scream, but a freakishly large hand—with claws—clamped down over her mouth. She fought and kicked as violently as she could, but humans were no match for demons, and her attackers callously dragged her into the nearest alleyway.

Once they were far enough back not to be spotted from the sidewalk, Demon #1 forced her up against the wall and spat out an impatient order.

“I’m going to remove my hand now. Scream, and we’ll make things far messier than they need to be. You understand?”

Rayfa, shaking with fear, nodded frantically. Devildom nights were darker than black, and the streets had been relatively barren earlier, anyway. Rayfa doubted that anyone would come running even if she did scream. The clawed hand was removed, and Rayfa gasped for breath. It wasn’t that she couldn’t breathe before; She was just relieved to get that grimy hand away from her face.

“It’s not every day you see a human ’round these parts…” Demon #1 chuckled darkly.

Rayfa spied two more demons over his shoulder. So there were three of these fuckers, then.

Demon #1 stepped forward to grab her chin—to force her to look at him—which Rayfa desperately wanted to resist. Her self-preservation instincts told her to keep quiet though, and frustratedly, she obeyed.

…Until the dirtbag harassing her stepped purposefully on top of the cake box that had fallen from her grasp during the scuffle.

“That was for my friend…!” Rayfa growled angrily, surprising even herself with how upset she had gotten on Beel’s behalf—especially when her own current predicament was so much worse.

“Yeah, well-” Demon #1 scoffed and cruelly kicked the cake box aside. He stepped closer—again—and made a very deliberate show of licking his lips. “Your friend’s not the only one who needs to eat.”

Rayfa went pale. This guy was actually Oberon levels of creepy. (Levi would have been so proud of Rayfa for that SAO reference.)

“Wait! You-! You can’t eat me!” Rayfa squeaked. “I’m, like, the face of the exchange program! You could ruin relations between the three realms forever!”

“Tch. Like we care about that!” Demon #2 mocked boisterously. “We never wanted to make friends with those stuck-up celestials in the first place!”

“And humans, of course, are just snacks!” Demon #1 tacked on gleefully. “Who gives a fuck if Diavolo’s little exchange program falls through?”

Rayfa gritted her teeth. She wanted to argue more, but they had clearly already made up their minds. She was so royally screwed.

Demon #3, who had been relatively silent throughout the whole exchange, suddenly stepped closer. He was easily the largest of the three degenerate demons; Rayfa had to tilt her head almost all the way back just to meet his eyes. Intimidating. Demon #3 stared her down with the ferocity of a lion. Then he began to speak—quietly yet gruffly—the words foreign and unrecognizable. Suddenly, realization dawned on her. He was reciting a hex.

But by the time Rayfa realized, it was already too late. Her body shrank rapidly and she dizzily watched the world around her grow larger and larger and larger—until finally, she was left untouched at 2-3 inches tall. Things were not looking good for her. But! At such a small size, they couldn’t possibly clamp a hand down over her mouth again! Right?

Desperately, Rayfa began to recite the one phrase she prayed could get her out of this mess:

“Hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it! Hear me and do as I command!”

“Stop her!” Demon #1 roared furiously, and Demon #3 (the nearest) made a desperate grab for her. Rayfa just barely managed to scramble out of the way before he could get his grubby hands on her, silently cursing the fact that the summoning incantation was so ungodly long. Nevertheless, she was determined to see it through.

“I, Rayfa, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of- HnghGruh!”

Though he had failed to grab her, Demon #3 was still determined to shut her up. He backhanded her—hard—which was enough to garble her words and send her flying backwards across the pavement. Rayfa winced at the scrapes she received. They were gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow, assuming she lived to see it.

Interrupted as she may have been, though, the spell—blessedly—had still gone through. There was a blinding flash of golden light, and then there, standing before her, was none other than…

Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

Huh.

Rayfa had (admittedly) been hoping for Lucifer, but whatever panicked sound she’d made upon being swatted away had apparently sounded more like the word greed than the word pride. Honestly though, Rayfa was just relieved to see a familiar face.

…As endearingly incompetent as that familiar face could sometimes be.

Mammon stumbled around dazedly for a moment, and Rayfa felt guilty knowing that her poor casting of the spell was likely to blame. Quickly, she shook her head to clear her mind. Guilt could come later; Right now was her chance to escape!

Even though Mammon had not immediately chased off the three depraved demons, his unexpected appearance alone was more than enough of a distraction for Rayfa to work with. At the very least, she no longer felt quite as cornered as before. Demon #1, Demon #2, and Demon #3 were focused entirely on Mammon now, and that gave her the perfect opportunity to disappear. A full-sized demon was a much greater threat than a tiny human girl, after all! Rayfa instantly began scheming. Maybe she could subtly sneak away now, text Lucifer or Satan to come pick her up, and apologize to Mammon for using him as an escape later. He would fake like he was annoyed by it, she was sure, but there was no way these demons would actually be able to hurt him—not like they would hurt her—and Mammon would recognize that too. He’d just be relieved that he’d protected her, even if unknowingly at first.

Rayfa was just about to make her move, ready to dart out of the shady alleyway, but right before she took the first step, dark blue eyes swirled with gold locked onto her.

“Rayfa?!” Mammon spluttered out with confusion, as the last of the vertigo from her botched summoning spell finally wore off.

It took a good few seconds for Mammon to realize exactly what was happening, but eventually things did click for him, and the Avatar of Greed whirled on the lesser demons indignantly. Unfortunately for him, Demon #1 and his lackeys had finally recovered from the shock of their surprise visitor and were eager to make him pay.

“Oh shit!” Mammon swore, lightning-fast reflexes kicking into gear as he ducked to avoid a punch.

Demon #2 quickly lunged after him, but Mammon—surprisingly tactfully—sidestepped that, too. Levi really hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that Mammon was “Fast as fuck, boi!” Seriously! He moved so quickly that Rayfa could scarcely make out a blur! Mammon deftly avoided several more attacks, then glanced around with wild eyes, searching for an out. When he found one—as he always did—his body moved before his brain could catch up. Rayfa supposed she shouldn’t hold his recklessness against him though. It was what she was currently banking on to save her life.

When Mammon finally threw a punch of his own, the attack was surprisingly calculated. His fist connected squarely with the jaw of the head honcho—Demon #1—and Mammon capitalized on that fact. All he had needed was an opening, which he’d succeeded in creating for himself when Demon #1 had stumbled backwards from the force of the blow. He quickly darted past the now capsized enemy, taking advantage of the clever little “escape route” that was open. And then…

Mammon just fucking ran for it, gravel flying as he skidded past the remaining two lackeys and began sprinting directly towards poor terrified Rayfa. He didn’t slow down as he neared her. In fact, Rayfa swore he sped up! She squeezed her eyes shut as Mammon barreled forward at breakneck speeds, leaning down at just the right moment to scoop her up as he careened away from the alley. Rayfa let out a squeak of alarm as she felt Mammon’s fingers curl around her, but she relaxed somewhat when she realized that he had actually taken great care to hold her securely (but not so tightly that she’d be uncomfortably squeezed).

And then, just like that, they were gone.

Rayfa hadn’t expected anything less from him. If there was one thing Mammon was great at, it was running away. (Usually from debt collectors or angry brothers, but the logic applied here too.)

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Mammon panicked, footsteps pounding heavily on the sidewalk. “I really don’t wanna die!”

Despite herself, Rayfa felt a smile playing on her lips. Even when Mammon actually managed to pull off something pretty damn cool, he was still an endearingly panicky mess. But Rayfa wouldn’t have him any other way.

A few tense minutes of running later, Mammon veered off into another alleyway further down the street, panting heavily. Quick as he was, he obviously didn’t have the stamina to go on running forever. He needed a breather, but Rayfa didn’t think they could afford to take one.

The demon muttered something frustratedly under his breath. Rayfa couldn’t quite catch the words, but she could only imagine he was cursing out their pursuers. Which was totally understandable—they very much deserved it—but what Rayfa couldn’t understand was why he had stopped to do so. Tired or not, they had to get home!

“Mammon?” Rayfa questioned nervously, gently prying his fingers apart to sneak a worried peek up at the demon. He held her level with his heart, hands cupped carefully around her, blue-gold eyes gazing down upon her worriedly. Had they not been dangerously preoccupied, Rayfa would’ve melted at how concerned he looked over her.

“I’m not gonna let ‘em have ya,” Mammon growled protectively. “You’re my human, ya hear?”

Mammon had always been relatively exceedingly protective of her, but Rayfa had never really minded. She thought the whole “keep you all to myself” thing was sweet, even, albeit in a very Mammon sort of way. But something about the way he was staring at her now…

For the first time since they’d met, Rayfa felt inherently nervous under the Avatar of Greed’s gaze.

“Uhhh, are you-” Rayfa started to say, but the demon’s hands suddenly lurched beneath her, causing her to yelp with surprise rather than finish her thought. “Aaa!”

Mammon determinedly brought her to eye-level, an uncharacteristically serious expression etched across handsome features.

“What are you doing?!” Rayfa nervously demanded, the demon’s sudden solemnity eating away at her. Mammon was never sober like this. To make matters worse, Rayfa could hear the angry shouts of the demons they’d run away from. Those fuckers were finally starting to catch up.

It seemed that Mammon had heard them too, their voices being what finally spurred him on to do the unthinkable.

“S-Sorry ‘bout this!”

Mammon rarely ever apologized, which only solidified Rayfa’s right to fear whatever was coming. She had a really really really bad feeling about this.

Mammon, looking just as nervous as Rayfa felt, awkwardly guided the brave little human towards his lips. He gulped nervously, then opened wide with an automatic “ahhh”, and realization came crashing down onto the girl like a tidal wave. Rayfa screamed and tried to scramble backwards, but Mammon quickly threw his head back and fervently crammed her in.

It was almost absurd how quickly the demon’s mouth flooded with drool. Rayfa whined with disgust as warm gooey saliva oozed over her, bubbling up and seeping through her clothes. Mammon cautiously brought his teeth back together, sealing her away inside, then began eagerly slurping down her staple human flavors. Rayfa felt herself blush, angry and embarrassed that Mammon was spending such an exorbitant amount of time tasting her.

“Mammon!” Rayfa seethed, practically shaking with rage. “What the fuck!”

She was exhausted and disgruntled and grossed out, but begrudgingly, she decided to put up with whatever episode Mammon was having right now because she trusted him. For all she knew, demon spit could reverse hexes cast on humans or something! Right, yeah. Mammon probably had a plan. She just needed to play along and-

*Glk!*

Mammon gulped thickly, and Rayfa suddenly felt the clench of tight/squishy muscle around her as she was sucked down into the boy’s throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, being worked deeper and deeper with every purposeful swallow. Mammon had been quick to stuff her into his mouth, but now that she was safely out of sight, Rayfa noticed, he was taking his sweet time getting her down. Slow, languid gulps. Pleasured hums vibrating around her. Fingers gingerly pressed against the throat, presumably to feel her fight back as he swallowed. Rayfa grimaced as she slowly squelched down his greedy gullet, squirming violently as the unyielding flesh easily suctioned her down.

“Stop enjoying this…!” Rayfa growled disgustedly. “Bastard…!”

Within the minute, Mammon finished swallowing her down, letting out a relieved and breathy sigh. Rayfa, meanwhile, gasped out as the tight, hot, unyielding throat finally gave way to a much roomier space. Fleshy and vulnerable, the squishy pink walls shifted easily around her as Rayfa scrambled to reorient herself. A noisy gurgle stretched on, echoing around the darkness. She had finally reached his stomach.

“…hububhhuhuhh…” Mammon babbled through what sounded like a very drooly mouthful.

“Mammon! Are you kidding me right now?!” Rayfa screamed, raging annoyance briefly overtaking her fear.

“…tha’ feelsh…” Mammon moaned out. “…so fuckin’ guhd…”

Rayfa shuddered at how the stomach lurched as Mammon stumbled almost-drunkenly backwards, then slumped against the grimy brick walls, slowly sliding down and lowering himself to the ground.

“Urghhh!” Rayfa groaned, utterly exasperated. “You! Are! The! Absolute! Worst!”

Every word was punctuated with an annoyed punch to the stomach walls. She only really succeeded in getting her fist all sticky/slimy with stomach ooze though; Manmon appeared entirely unaffected.

Rayfa surely would have chewed him out even more had she not been interrupted by a sickeningly familiar voice. Even though she was tucked away out of sight, she still shivered just hearing it. They had finally caught up.

“What did you do with the girl?!” Demon #1 demanded furiously.

“I, uh…” Mammon slurred. He had barely even begun to answer when his digestive system suddenly did the work for him, a deep and contented burp rolling up his throat. “Mrph. ‘Scuse me.”

It didn’t take much for Demon #1 and his lackeys to put two and two together after that.

“Bastard! She was supposed to be my lunch!” Demon #1 roared. “Get him!”

Rayfa hated that her heart leapt at the thought of Mammon getting caught up in trouble. Especially on her behalf. She was supposed to be angry at him—he had fucking eaten her—but much to her annoyance and embarrassment, she couldn’t shake the worry from her heart. She’d grown to care too much.

“Mammon, please! Get it together!” Rayfa urged, cursing herself for encouraging the man who had gulped her down like nothing more than an afternoon snack. But she couldn’t just sit idly by!

Mammon stayed seated, but Rayfa felt the stomach shift as he at least sat up straight. She felt a sudden surge of power flow through and around her, too. And when Mammon next spoke, his voice was unrecognizable.

“BaCK oFF,” Mammon snarled like a rabid dog, sounding like an actual demon for the first time since Rayfa had met him. “Or I’LL eaT yOU foR desSERT!”

Rayfa was pretty sure that Mammon only had a hankering for humans—not for other demons—but the threat worked all the same. Mammon almost never lost control, which made the few times he actually did downright terrifying. Rayfa could only imagine the looks of horror on her attackers’ faces as they trembled at the sight of the second son’s true form.

“Shit! I didn’t realize he was one of the seven Avatars-!”

“Okay, okay! You can keep the human! Just-!” An honest-to-god whimper. “Please don’t hurt us!”

“Quick! Let’s get out of here!”

Noises from the “outside world” (with the exception of voices) had proven too muffled to hear from within the confines of the demon boy’s gut, but Rayfa imagined that if she had been out there with him, she would’ve heard a stampede of receding footsteps. Her suspicions were further supported when she felt the energy needed to maintain his true form slowly fade away. Mammon let out a thoroughly contented puff of breath and relaxed back against the wall again, too. Demon form now totally dispelled. And then, in a move Rayfa never would’ve expected, Mammon began rubbing his belly appreciatively—she could feel the gentle weight on the other side of the “wall”. For a hopeful but fleeting moment, Rayfa almost believed he cared. But no! He had eaten her!

Rayfa tried desperately to work out why Mammon had done this. Had he decided that, if she was going to end up “demon food” anyway, it may as well be his belly she was filling? A memory from long ago suddenly sprung to the forefront of her mind:

“The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save you, all right? Don’t you forget that.”

“…And if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it?!”

Rayfa felt tears prickling at her eyes. So that was it then. Mammon had decided that if he couldn’t protect her, the least he could do was take her out himself.

Rayfa shuddered as the stomach gurgled loudly. It’d been relentlessly noisy—groaning and churning around her—for the entire duration of her “stay”. She felt drowned out, unsure whether or not Mammon could even hear her, but Rayfa had never been the type to give up.

“Mammon! They- They’re gone now, right? So then let me out!”

“…fiyve mr…minuhhs…” Mammon mumbled out, words slurred and utterly unintelligible.

Rayfa groaned.

Why are you like this?

Praying that Mammon could hear her—she still wasn’t totally sure her words would reach him from down there—Rayfa did the only thing she could think left to do. She called upon the power of the pact.

“MAMMON!!!” Rayfa roared at the top of her lungs, fingers crossed that he could actually hear her so that the pact would work. “SPIT! ME! OUT!”

Rayfa guessed her words must’ve gotten through to him, because just like that, the demon’s body began to obey. The stomach lurched, and Mammon began making throaty/guttural choking noises like he was dry-heaving. Rayfa felt herself being tugged back towards the esophagus—This was her way out!—but the gagging sounds poor Mammon was making were rapidly becoming unbearable. Rayfa was genuinely beginning to worry that she’d accidentally commanded him to choke himself.

“Hrrk, rggh, hrghk-!”

“Okay, okay! Stop! Don’t hurt yourself!”

Rayfa cursed her own lack of resolve. She was going to die here now. As nothing more than “demon food”—like Mammon always teased. All because she couldn’t bring herself to hurt the lovable dumbass who’d eaten her.

Her surroundings shook turbulently for another few seconds as coughs wracked Mammon’s body. He wasn’t choking anymore, thank god, but he was very clearly gasping for breath. Rayfa felt terribly guilty for putting him through that. When Mammon had finally cleared his throat, he muttered out an unabashedly annoyed:

“Ya know, it’d be a lot easier on the botha us if ya lemme cough you up myself.”

“You-!” Rayfa brightened at finally being addressed, tears of relief blurring her vision. “You were really going to let me out?”

“Well, duh.” Mammon shrugged, and Rayfa slid as the walls shifted around her. “If I wanted ya dead, I woulda let those lesser demons have ya.”

“But-! But you-!”

“Didn’t ya hear the protection spell?” Mammon grumbled, clearing his throat again. Apparently, some lingering discomfort remained. Rayfa winced sympathetically. She really hadn’t meant to hurt him. “I cast one on ya right before I swallowed ya down.”

Ah. So that’s what he had been doing when she saw him “cursing out” the demons chasing them. Apparently, that flustered muttering had been a protection spell.

“Okay, fine! But why didn’t you answer me?!” Rayfa demanded shakily. “I was seriously freaking out, Mammon!”

“I, uh…” And the regret was practically tangible. He sounded immeasurably guilty. “’M sorry.” He finally settled on. “I didn’t mean to get buzzed like that.”

Yeah, Rayfa had figured that much out. She didn’t say so, though. Instead, she stayed patiently quiet, giving him room to elaborate.

“Humans really are a delicacy for us, ya know? And havin’ one alive and kickin’ in my belly…” Mammon mumbled embarrassedly. “…kinda fried my brain.”

Yeah, that checked out. Rayfa hummed in acknowledgement.

“Didn’t mean to give ya a heart attack though…” Mammon continued after a beat. “I really am sorry ‘bout that, Rayfa.”

He sounded so beyond apologetic that Rayfa couldn’t help but want to reach out to him. In moments like these—rare as they were—Rayfa would usually give him a hug. But obviously, that couldn’t quite be done…

Almost reflexively, Rayfa reached out with both hands, palms splayed against the squishy stomach walls. She gave a reassuring little shove—like a playful nudge to the shoulder—then slowly began rubbing soothing little circles into the flesh. Mammon shivered with delight at her touch; Rayfa could feel the stomach tremble with pleasure. Despite herself, she let out a little laugh.

“That good, huh?” Rayfa teased. The playful banter almost made her feel like they were chilling out on the couch together. Almost made her forget where she really was.

“Sh-Shaddup!”

Rayfa just knew he was blushing like crazy.

“I guess I should probably thank you for saving me,” Rayfa sighed wistfully. “Albeit through very unconventional means.”

Mammon huffed proudly. “You’re welcome! You should know by now never to doubt the Great Mammon!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Rayfa waved away the egotistical comment. “Can the ‘Great Mammon’ cough me up already? It’s super gross down here.”

“Uh.” Mammon froze, and Rayfa could feel the stomach tense up nervously around her. “Just lemme getcha back to the dorms first. You’ve got a penchant for trouble and I don’t wantcha runnin’ into any more of it.”

Excuse me?! You think I’m the one with the penchant for trouble?!

It took Rayfa a moment to realize that Mammon didn’t actually think her a trouble-magnet. He just wanted an excuse to hold onto her for a little longer. Because he was enjoying it.

Rayfa sighed heavily. She knew she was going to regret this: “Yeah, okay. But you’d better let me out the second we get home.”

“Yeah, ‘course! Sure thing.”

Rayfa laughed and shook her head. Now that Mammon had gotten a taste, Rayfa had the distinct feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time she found herself playing the role of “dinner”.

But curiously enough, Rayfa also found that maybe she didn’t totally mind. ❤️

[mcybree]

“why do i miss gem and the scotts suddenly theyre barely even real”

LITERALLY!! like. that team was held together with scott tape and the sheer force of gem’s personality. i don’t think scott and impulse ever actually even talked the entire time. it only worked because for the first time scott was faced with someone who was bossier than he was. they were awesome i should rewatch secret life

they were actually so fucking funny. All three of them promising to remain loyal and stick together until the very end (bc together they can win this!!) only for gem to hunt scott for sport an episode later was literally so based… their dynamic will always be funnier in my head i think but god it was awesome

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[zedortoo]

Can't believe true love is real and it's between some side gimmick character from an indie game and a guy who appears in three concept sketches

[dawnscales]

these days i think a lot about my grandfather and the screams we would hear at night and how he'd beg for his mom. he was a holocaust survivor and died a few years ago. i think about the time a jewish bookshop in paris was burned down. i visited him there a few weeks later, i remember this man who always appeared prideful and big to me to be so... small. timid. he did not wear his star of david anymore.

he quietly mumbled "I thought it was over. I thought I would never have to see this again. I thought you would never have to see this"

...guilt is sometimes eating me up because I think I am glad he died before all of this. I am glad he died peacefully in his sleep. I do not think he would have, if he was alive today.

[candyheartedchy]

I’m not gonna lie, as much as I want to interact with fandom blogs and join in on the discussions on my favorite shows and characters, the fact that I might make some of them uncomfortable due to being a self shipper make me anxious and sad.