#cursetopia

[delugedecade]

Waiting for the person on the other side of the wall, Eclair sat in the seat provided in the room. Where she was placed was a bit cramped, but that was only because she was used to being on a bed when such emotions erupted. Eclair thinks to herself, pondering on who this person would be to share such carnal energy. These thoughts would be interrupted when she heard footsteps coming in the other room.

The closing of the door behind was forceful, and the rustling of pants seemed rushed, only to end when the clank of a belt buckle hit the floor. From the gloryhole, a large throbbing shaft poked through, almost angry looking with how red the blood was pumping through it.

[ofdarkestdesires]

one of the crew members goes to the captain, a tad concerned for a member that was on for a bit. "Uh, Captain? You know that pink Harpy lady that joined the crew a month ago? Well, they said they couldn't get to work because their body is making them feel weird. You have any idea what they mean?"

Scourge paused in his work—pulling tight on the rigging of the ship to hold it steady as he pondered his crewmate's words. "No, I don't think I do," the tiefling murmured after a moment of quiet contemplation, and he turned to tie off the ropes firmly, clapping his hands once the lines were secure. "But, I suppose I could check up on her—I am a healer, after all," he chuckled slightly, before patting the man on the shoulder and making his way down below decks to the crew rooms.

[sins-of-warriors]

💋 🎇 from Eclair to her delightful king~

Send 💋 🎇 to revive a new year kiss from my muse.

As the sky of the kingdom lit up by the barrage of fireworks that bloom and fade one after the other Tryndamere move at the side of his champion, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pull her up "May we share more delightful memories on this new year my Dear Eclair..." Leaning down he presses his lips into hers with a tender touch, but as they share the warmth of each other on that day of winter it became more deep, more passionate, as he could not stop once they share that intimate embrace, the colours of the night changed with each explosion as the couple remains on their own world.

@cursetopia

[rabbitprose]

your art is so good!!! i love it!!

thank you so much!! i've been drawin d.oma for like a hundred years i will never be free

[bouquet-of-muses]

do you like desert pizza, Stocking?

"Desert pizza...?" Stocking's mouth is watering at the idea of it.

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

A Love Across Time

(A Closed RP with @cursetopia2)

(portraits by @cursetopia2)

The year was somewhere in the early 1980's. The place? A converted Speakeasy that was the hottest dance club in New Orleans. Kuro Kasai, fresh from dealing with a crazed cult leader who was hell-bent on starting an apocalypse, was in desperate need for a drink. Finding a seat at the crowded bar, Kuro ordered himself a Long Island Ice Tea before scanning the crowd gathered around and dancing to the beat of early Disco.

He wasn't really interested in dancing... but after a few seconds, he found someone he absolutely was interested in... a beautiful dark-skinned woman sporting a denim jacket, jeans, a white tank top, and a mane of raven-black hair that was impossible not to be in awe with. Not only did she catch his gaze, but he seemed to have caught hers... because once she realized he was looking at her she started strutting her way towards him...

[yoditopascal]

Cherry Cola

“She my cherry cola, she gon' keep me sober. Let me keep you closer, bum me like a soda. Sweeter than the champagne, smoother than this cold drink. Keep me from the chardonnay, I'm just sipping one thing.”

summary: Stressed with finals coming up you and your friend group decide to take a much needed break at the beach where Sanemi can’t keep his eyes to himself.

warnings: suggestive themes, shy reader

a/n: inspired by an ask I got from @cursetopia

You were waiting for your friends outside your apartment, Mitsuri and Shinobu were on their way to pick you up to go shopping. Stressed with studying for finals your friends had decided you needed a break so they decided a beach trip was needed in your life.

Naturally when the boys heard about the trip they just had to invite themselves along much to Shinobu’s dismay and Mitsuri’s delight. Which was how you found yourself getting ready to go shopping for a new swimsuit with Shinobu and Mitsuri tagging along so you didn’t pick out anything ugly they had said.

“What about this one?” You said holding up a black and purple one piece with built-in shorts.

They had bought you to mall around the corner from your place and while you were content with just getting whatever was the cheapest and most comfortable they were adamant about helping you pick something out that would grab a certain someone’s attention.

“Be so for real right now…” Shinobu deadpanned

“I am being for real, it’s cute!” You cried holding the piece up to your chest. It was the third bathing suit they had turned down.

“Come on, what will Sanemi think?” She smirked

The girls had found out about your not so little crush on the math major one drunken night of truth or dare and have held it over you ever since.

“What about this one?” Mitsuri pointed out. It was a skimpy little red two piece, the tiny triangles barely even covering the mannequin it was modeled on.

“Hard pass…” you said, cheeks heating up at the idea of him seeing you in something like that.

“You’ve passed on everything I’ve shown you!”

“That’s cuz you keep picking things you like Mitsuri!”

“Fine you pick one then and don’t pick one with shorts! You’re too cute to be all covered up plus it's way too hot for all that!”

You waved her off as you went back to your search. Looking through racks and racks of swimsuits until you found one you liked.

“Absolutely not.” Shinobu said taking the swim trunks and tank top out of your hands and putting them back.

“Oh come on!”

“That’s it we’re picking one for you!” Mitsuri cried as she hooked her arm in yours and dragged you back to the racks.

“Already got one, and it’s not too revealing either.” Shinobu said holding up a modest two piece, she had already picked one out just in case you grabbed another pair of shorts and she wasn’t wrong.

“Guys I can’t wear that!” You cried out cheeks heating up again. You had never worn anything like it before, usually when you dressed for class you wore baggy clothes and hoodies. This was brand new to you.

“Why not? It’ll look so good on you!” Mitsuri said, nodding her head as she held the fit up to your chest as if she was imagining you in it.

“I don’t know…” you said looking to the side skeptically

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Shinobu said putting her hands on her hips, that was her final word on the matter.

“….alright fine.”

With that you checked out with your new swimsuit in tow and headed back home to change and get ready for your trip.

At the beach you sat in a folding chair under a large umbrella, shadowing you from the sun’s harsh rays. Today was a scorcher and the longer you sat there in your cover up shorts and t-shirt the more miserable you felt.

“Why don’t you go get in the water, it’ll help you cool down.” Giyu suggested taking off his own shirt getting ready to follow Shinobu into the ocean.

“I-I’m ok thanks”

“Oh come on, I’m sure your swimsuit’s not that bad!” Makio said rubbing sunscreen over herself as Hinatsuru got her back, Tengen had brought his girlfriends along which you were grateful for since you got along with them the most besides Shinobu Mitsuri and Tengen himself.

“You haven’t seen it yet…”

“It’s really not that bad, I thought it was super cute at the store!”

“Besides, if you feel that uncomfortable you could always put your shirt back on.”

“…Fine.”

As you pulled your shirt up over your head Sanemi felt lilt the wind had been knocked right outta him.

There you stood in a low cut sage green two piece, his favorite color, that hugged your curves like he had never seen before.

Curves he hadn’t even known you had because you always wore those fucking hoodies to class all the time.

“You ok there Shinazugawa?” Tengen elbowed him as he draped an arm over Suma “You look a little stunned.” He laughed

“Shut up!” Sanemi snapped, shoving him away. His cheeks dusting pink as he tried his hardest not to stare at you.

Since when have you had such a nice chest? And your legs…. He’d kill to have them wrapped around his-

Shaking his head from his impure thoughts he pushed pass Tengen and reached into the bottom of the cooler Obanai bought and pulled out the coldest drink he could find.

You could feel the sun beating down on you from the shade of your umbrella, you knew that if you didn’t put sunscreen on you’d cook, quite literally.

Reaching into your bag you pulled out a bottle and got your arms and legs, rubbing in a generous amount so that you wouldn’t burn. Realizing you couldn’t quite reach your backside you looked around amongst your friends that were left.

“Does anyone mind rubbing sunscreen on my back?”

“Of course not!” Rengoku replied enthusiastically before Sanemi even had a chance, Sanemi glared him down as he jumped to his feet and strode over to you confidently.

It’s not like he wanted to do it anyways.

(He did.)

But did Rengoku have to be so ready to jump up like that? He didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about everything.

Sanemi watched from the corner of his eye as Rengoku rubbed the lotion on his hands, he sucked in a breath as he worked the lotion into your back, warm fingers ghosting over your skin before going lower and lower until-

Sanemi squeezed the can in his hand until it exploded. Soda flying all over the place and spilling down his hand.

“Dude!” Tengen shouted, wiping soda from his face.

“You good?” Obanai asks in a quiet but knowing tone.

“My bad…” Sanemi said not even looking at them. His eyes were glued to where Rengoku’s hands had been.

As the day drew on, the air around you grew hotter and hotter until it was damn near unbearable. Going in and out of the water didn’t seem to help much either so Rengoku offered to go and get everyone ice cream and slushies from a nearby vendor.

You sucked your popsicle absent-mindedly, watching the waves crash against the shoreline.

Sanemi discretely watched you drag your tongue up and down the popsicle, staring intensely as some of it had started to melt. Looking down you felt streams of the sticky treat run down over your fingers. You held your hand up to see where the trail of cherry popsicle had coated your fingers before drawing your tongue up your fingers, licking away the sticky mess.

Sanemi swallowed hard. His throat felt tight as did his swim shorts, the blood rushing to his face and a bit further down south. He squirmed slightly in his seat, as he watched you return to your frozen treat with little slurps and licks, eyes trailing a particular drop as it dripped down and hit your chest.

That did it for him.

Fuuuuuck," he groaned, nearly dropping his slushie on himself.

You turn your head to look at him, worriedly "You okay?" You ask .

“m’ fine!” He stammered back cheeks beginning to flush.

The coldness of the popsicle had caused your skin to blossom in goosebumps when it fell on your chest. Your nipples beginning to become visible through the flimsy material of your swimsuit. Sanemi’s ears turned red as his whole face lit up.

“It’s sooooo hot!” whined Mitsuri

“For real.” Agreed Makio as she fanned herself.

Sanemi agreed but he definitely wasn’t talking about the weather.

After finishing your snack you took a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up as your friends went back to the water.

You could feel sweat dripping from your brow as you walked back. Holding a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun you scanned the crowded beach looking for any signs of your friends.

“ Well well well what do we have here?” A voice brought you out of your search, turning to the voice you spot a man followed closely by two others. “What’s a fine lady such as yourself doing all by your lonesome?” He grinned at you.

“Excuse me.” You tried to maneuver around him but he blocked your path.

“What’s the rush mama? We’re just being friendly.” Another smiled as they closed you in the middle of them. You backed up until your back was pressed against the wall of the restrooms behind you.

“I-I’m sorry I’m looking for my friends is all.” You stammered out eyes scanning around you for a way out but you found none.

“Maybe we could help you.” The other one suggested

“Yeah I mean if your friends are as cute as you then I definitely don’t mind helping you find em.” The first one said only half jokingly as he leaned against the wall getting closer to you.

“That’s ok I can-“

“No, we insist.” He said getting even closer. His face was practically in your own

“Hey fuckwad, she said she didn’t want your help!” A new voice snapped irately drawing everyone’s attention.

“And who the hell are you?” One of them asked

“Her friend shithead.” Sanemi said as he stomped over to you guys.

“Sanemi!” You cried out relieved.

“Let’s go.” He said shoving past the boys as he reached out to grab you by the wrist, dragging you along with him as he stomped away.

Once the pair of you were back at your spot on the beach Sanemi let you go as he plopped back down on his seat next to yours.

“Thank you… for coming to the rescue.” You said looking down at your feel embarrassed that you had to be saved in the first place

“You gotta learn how to stick up for yourself, I’m not gonna always be around to save your ass.” He replied, it came out harsher than he had meant.

“Right. Sorry...”

A wave of awkward silence fell over the two of you as you wrapped your arms around yourself, more self conscious than you had ever been.

“Here.”

Sanemi turned away as he threw his shirt at your face, it smelled like him, like matcha, mochi flour and a hint of an earthy musk. It was comforting.

“Oh Nemi you don’t have to do that.”

Nemi.

You called him Nemi.

His face and ears lit up bright red.

“‘s fine just take it.” He said refusing to look at you.

“…Thanks..”

Just as you opened your mouth to say something else a downpour of water rained down on you as Tengen stood over you wringing out his hair and clothes, wetting both you, Sanemi and his shirt.

“What the hell you flashy bastard?!” Sanemi growled, shoving Tengen away.

“If you two would stop flirting over here and get in the water with us I wouldn’t have to come over and bother ya!” Tengen said loudly, causing both yours and Sanemi’s cheeks to flush.

“Why would I wanna get in the water with you ?!” He snapped. You giggled at his frustration causing him to glare at you

“Come on Sanemi, it'll be fun!” You said standing as you hold your hand out to him

“…whatever.” Sanemi mutter under his breath as he took your hand roughly and stood.

Tengen made a whipping sound as he mimicked a whip causing Sanemi to glare back at him.

After getting in the water a splash flew up soaking both you and Sanemi once again, Giyu floated opposite of you both shaking his head as he emerged from the water.

“Sorry…” he said emotionlessly

“You’re dead!” Sanemi yelled, you laughed as he lunged for Giyu splashing water all around him as he did so.

You looked around yourself at all your friends, eyes finally settling on Sanemi, lingering there for a moment before you joined in on the fun with them. Even though there were some rough spots during your day overall you had to say this was a pretty good day at the beach.

[delugedecade]

Kira was excited. The middle-aged, light and dark mage finally got to the newest volume of magic she so loved to learn and squealed as she ran her cold hands all over the Purchased book. "Eeeee! finally, it came out!" She fixed her glasses and went to the other direction- Bumping into a shorter man and falling on her rear. "Wah!" scratching the bac of her head and fixing her hat, she looked up at him. Blushing a bit, she fixed her glasses. "Ah, I'm sorry, sir. I got too excited and didn't see you."

"Sshhhh, that smarts... No it's okay, I should've been watching where I was going. But I got caught up on wanting to get this new book..." Deluge rubs his head, pulling himself back up before she did, he reaches down to help her up when he noticed the book. "That's the book I wanted! Do they still have them in stock?"

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

Peter looked at her with a smile as she suggested some sandwiches "Chicken sounds good to me and don't worry about it, it's in the past now and I'm sure your dad is a great guy" he said smiling at her

He smiled at her, grateful that he had such a kind fiance.

As soon as Princess Eclair was told she was to be married to a prince she did not know, she cried and ran to her room. she thought it was unfair that she didn't get to meet him before all this. she cried and cried, locking the door so she'd be alone in her room.

Prince Peter were a nervous wreck, as much he hated the idea, it’s tradition anyway, his uncle made this arrangement but he wondered what type of girl he would be married to, he only heard her name but he has no idea how she looked like or how she is as a person, he meet a lot of girl but never end good, they are either bossy, spoiled, mean or rotten, he just want everything to goes well, he went to carriage with his bags, getting ready for the traveling and hoping everything goes well

[ofdarkestdesires]

Myka nervously sat on her patient bed. She was called over there to have her spores be gathered, and this hadn't happened before. Nor did she really know if they knew how they did it. Sure, some can be gathered from her head, but... the rest were collected in a different way. Her thoughts were interrupted by the door clicking open.

As the door opened, a handsome man with about shoulder-length brown hair that was swept back behind him stepped in, wearing a long medical coat and holding a clipboard. “Miss Myka, was it? A pleasure to meet you—I am Doctor Heinrick—I am the one who spoke to you about your unique abilities and an interest in collecting some of your spores.”

[pizza-for-my-friends]

Event: A Fazbear Christmas

*You receive an invite to the Fazbear Pizzeria for the Christmas Holiday. The invite reads as followed:*

Dear customers of Fazbear's Pizzeria,

To celebrate the merryest time of the year, we at Fazbear's Pizzeria are inviting everyone to attend our Christmas Extraviganza! We have party games, music, movies, and more so that none of you will ever grow bored during this merry time of the year! While you're here, our festive Fazbear crew will do everything in their power to make this an experience you will never forget! Invite anyone you want to the celebration! We have room for everyone! See you there, and have a truly Merry Christmas!

Signed Freddy Fazbear

*It sounds like a fun time. Are you willing to go?*

@mikado-sannoji @heart-grow-fawnder @oddblogfullofoddmuses @cursetopia @cult-of-despair @kokichi-and-co @class-105 @gori--demora--skellydemora @warriors-of-no-hope @not-x-what-x-she-x-seems @ask-kotoko-utsugi @master-detective-archives @photographic-misery @hoshi-neko-hikari @hopes-memorial @japanese-ultimateautism @just-me-exe @sweetened-lies-and-bitter-truths @sweet-storytimes @triple-twins @triple-double-trouble @y0u-f4il3d-m3 @quiet-therapist @ask-ruruka-ando @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @thepersonaking56

[cantdothis-nomore]

Muzan tripping and falling onto Endowed!Readers chest!

Very short lol sorry !!!!!!! Can someone tag @cursetopia aswell pls

ALSO! I AM CLOSING REQUESTS FOR XMEN FROM NOW ON I AM VERY SORRY BUT ITS BECOME A BIT HARD TO WRITE FOR THEM NOW BUT I WILL PROBABLY OPEN REQUESTS AGAIN QUITE SOON <33

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God he'd be terrified!

Poor baby boy would just stand where he was between your tits for like 5 minutes before processing and pushing himself off you

He had his arm thrown over his face in an attempt to hide the redness as he spouted excuses as to why it happened

During this you were just standing there watching him squirm while you internally laughed cuz you didn't mind

Eventually to get him out of his embarrassment you took his hand and led him to you guys shared bedroom in the infinity castle and sat down on the bed with him

Muzan looked incredibly confused for ages before yoy layed down and pulled his head to your chest

He was stiff as a BOARD for a good five minutes before he relaxed and finally fell asleep with his hands resting on your tits and his head resting between them

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[tojifile]

Kibutsuji Muzan: Succubus Survival

Hush.. just one more..

Genre: Romance // Muzan x succubus!reader

⚠️: Heavy suggestive and sexual references, kinky reader, immoral, not fully consensual, DO NOT BIND THE CHARACTERS TO REAL LIFE MORALS THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION

A/N: I'm so frustrated rn, this is like the 3rd draft I've had because it would suddenly post and answer privately ??? It was so annoying, so now I'm editing this on a private post. I love the request so much and thank you for requesting it but I will not be writing anything until I get my new device, I hope there'd be less mishaps there.

REQ: @cursetopia

Each night, in the houses of young noblemen—loud cries echoed through the corners of their rooms. You loved seeing tears fall down their cheeks as pain turned into pleasure until they couldn't tell the difference.

"Good boy.. just one more and you'll be free." You whispered in his ear cunningly. You were on top of him, freely guiding his body as you moved yours. His yogi was messily hanging from his body while your kimono fought to stay on your shoulders.

You used your blood demon art: Pearls of Restraint, which stuck to their name. They restrained his movement and ability to speak as you moved your hips in a quick and steady pace, chasing your own high as you ignored his pleas.

After a while you finally got more than a taste of your release. He immediately passed out from exhaustion. You fixed his yogi gently and put the covers over his body.

You stood up and fixed your kimono. You stood near the headrest and hovered your hand over his head, you made a motion, as if you were tugging on air. You pulled out a pearl from his head.

The pearl held his memories, you took the pearl and added it to your necklace—he was just one of the many men you've seduced into a soul-sucking night, literally.

You left his room through the window. You hid in the night sky, running swiftly yet quietly through the roofs to avoid getting caught. You ran to your room, in the most exclusive house in all of the entertainment district.

You disguised yourself as an oiran by day to avoid suspicion and to keep living amongst the male noblemen of Japan living in Kyoto, who—in your opinion looked better than the others.

Once you reached your room you were met with a calm glare, given by Muzan. "Darling~ you're finally back, come here." He spoke with calmly with a faint smile on his face as he patted his lap, insinuating that you should sit on him which you happily obliged to.

He stroked your hair gently, propping his chin on the top of your head as he held you tightly with his unoccupied hand as you sat on his lap. "Now then, let me ask you a question darling." He spoke, you hummed in response to let him know you were listening.

"What exactly do you want to achieve with sleeping with different men each night?" He asked, you took a moment to think of an answer but then realized he could read your mind so might as well just say what comes to mind.

You held your face as you kept an innocent smile on your face, "Survival, their souls and energy, if you're asking for practicality, my lord. Although if you meant to ask about my sexual desires, I love to see their reactions, it's quite.. adorable." You spoke happily as you looked up at him. It seemed like even the thought of their reactions turned you on.

Muzan found your answer amusing, he chuckled and continued to stroke your hair gently. "Adorable.." he whispered as he softly kissed the top of your head.

"Won't you be a good girl and show your lord this 'energy' you speak so highly of?" He spoke suggestively, he put you down in between his legs, "Go on my dear, I'm sure you have enough energy now." He held your cheek as he spoke, leaning down to you, offering you a soft kiss.

Spontaneous post: 07/09/23 23:34PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

[violetduchess]

Douma or Muzan with a reader that absolutely despises their own eyes? both their mother and baby brother died when she was born, and her father wanted nothing to do with them. Literally the only reason is that they have their mother's eyes and never sees reader as their own child. just a nuisance. and because of that, reader begins to hate their eyes. so much so, douma/muzan first meet reader when they were going to uh, damage them, so to speak. if ur able to do this, tysm!!

@cursetopia I'm sorry this took so long.

Content Warning: The following fanfiction contains sensitive themes, including self-harm and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Douma

The night was shrouded in darkness as you stood alone, your heart heavy with the weight of a lifetime of pain. The memory of your mother's eyes, the very eyes that had caused her death, haunted your every waking moment. Your father had never seen you as his child, only as a constant reminder of the tragedy that had taken her away.

Over the years, you had come to despise your own eyes, loathing the reflection that stared back at you in the mirror. You felt cursed, burdened by a legacy of sorrow. It was this self-hatred that drove you to take drastic measures.

In the shadows, Douma had been watching, his eyes fixated on your inner turmoil. His twisted curiosity led him to approach you, his presence like a haunting specter. "What do we have here?" he purred, his voice dripping with malevolence as he stepped out of the darkness.

Startled, you looked up at him, your eyes wide with fear and desperation. "Leave me alone," you whispered, your voice trembling.

But Douma had no intention of leaving. Instead, he moved closer, his fingers caressing your face. "Such beautiful eyes you have," he mused, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You recoiled, tears welling up in your despised eyes. "Don't touch me," you pleaded, your voice cracking.

Douma's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Oh, but I will," he whispered, his fingers brushing against your cheeks. "I'm going to make you see the beauty in your own eyes."

Before you could react, his fingers dug into your skin, pain surging through your body. But instead of harming you further, he began to heal your wounds, his blood demon art knitting your skin back together.

As the pain subsided and your injuries disappeared, you stared at him in disbelief. "Why… why are you doing this?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Douma leaned in close, his eyes locking onto yours. "Because," he murmured, "I see potential in you. Potential for beauty, for strength, and for power."

In that moment, something shifted within you. For the first time in your life, you felt a glimmer of hope, a tiny spark of self-acceptance. You realized that perhaps your eyes were not a curse, but a unique part of who you were.

As you looked into Douma's crimson eyes, you saw a reflection of your own potential, hidden beneath the pain and self-loathing. It was the beginning of a strange and twisted bond, one that would lead you down a path you had never imagined, all because someone had seen something in you that you couldn't see in yourself.

Muzan

Your life had always been marred by a cruel twist of fate. From the moment you were born, your eyes, a striking mirror of your mother's, had been a curse. They were a constant reminder of the tragedy that befell your family. Your mother died giving birth to you, and your father, unable to look at you without seeing his late wife, had despised you from the start. You were treated as a nuisance, an unwanted reminder of what he had lost.

As you grew, the hatred you felt for your own eyes deepened. They were a cruel inheritance, a mark of your mother's sacrifice and your father's rejection. You loathed the way they looked back at you in the mirror, a constant reminder of your own tragic existence.

One fateful day, consumed by your self-loathing, you decided to do something drastic. You sought out the most powerful demon in existence, Muzan Kibutsuji, with a horrifying request—to destroy your eyes, to rid you of this unbearable burden once and for all.

Muzan, ever intrigued by the depths of human despair, agreed to meet you. He appeared before you, his crimson eyes locking onto your own, and he listened to your heart-wrenching story with a twisted sense of amusement. He saw in you an opportunity for something far more sinister than you had originally intended.

Instead of immediately granting your request, he offered you an alternative—a proposition that would change your life forever. He promised to transform you into a demon, granting you power beyond imagination, and in exchange, you would serve him and carry out his sinister desires. You hesitated, but the allure of escaping your painful past was too much to resist.

As the transformation took hold, your eyes changed, becoming even more vibrant, more otherworldly, as the curse of your humanity was replaced by the curse of immortality. Your vision sharpened, and you could see the world in a way you never had before.

Muzan's dark gift came with its own price, however. You were now bound to him, forced to carry out his orders without question. You were no longer human, but a demon, a servant of the very thing you had initially sought to escape.

Over time, you grew accustomed to your new existence, and Muzan's dark influence began to warp your soul. Your hatred for your own eyes had transformed into a thirst for power and control. You became a loyal enforcer in his ranks, carrying out his will without hesitation.

As the centuries passed, your memories of your human life began to blur, but one thing remained clear—the eyes you once despised had become the windows to your dark and immortal soul. And with each passing day, they glowed with a sinister crimson light, a stark reflection of the darkness that now consumed you.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[nefling]

Reply to @cursetopia from Muzan

Crimson eyes looked up at the blue demoness, narrowing as veins popped out. Clearly agitated at her.

❝ Who are you, Harlot. I refuse to read such a pathetic mind as yours. Don't waste my time. ❞ Muzans voice bellowed, him currently in his male form.

[sins-of-warriors]

Ragana was still getting used to being around humans. She and them were totally different, but externally, she looked human. They had very different customs than hers, which surprised her. But she got the hang of eating food like them. She didn't seem to care that people would stare as she gulped down quite a few chicken legs, bone and all. But, maybe that wasn't what they were staring at... After all, she arrived in nothing but gauze wrapped around her tough, strong body.

A heavy hand fell over her shoulder as Tryndamere came back to her side, taking a plate with food for himself and sat at her side "I see you have a good appetite, I feel more relief we came to an understanding" he also had noticed the look the others were giving her and he add "Do not mind them... You are doing a good job... They might even like what they see, is that any person, especially a female, that returns with their mightiest warrior would cause curiosity..."

@cursetopia