#doodle drabble

[emmadoodle]

I miss my babies from my demon au, so here is a small drabble of one of demon!Dream's favorite spots to tickle George. Enjoy!

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Dream wasn’t sure why this was his favorite spot. Maybe it was the taste of this specific laughter, or maybe it was the specific way George would squirm in reaction. Maybe it was because it was almost like eating something just like humans do with their teeth. Either way, he just couldn’t help himself from digging his pointy teeth into the crook of George’s neck anytime he needed to feed.

George’s laughter goes up several octaves, squealing out pleas and squeaks that made Dream coo.

George feels his eyes water as his friends' canines continuously scrape along his sensitive neck. It feels like a constant current of tickles igniting under his skin, following along anywhere Dream's teeth go next.

"WahahAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" George arches his back uselessly when the sensations traveled near his ear, a sudden group of several shivers traveling down his back as he cried out through his cackles.

How could something so mundane tickle this much? Dream wasn't even tickling him anywhere else, using his hands to keep George's pinned on either side of his head.

He felt Dream hum in excitement at this specific spot, the vibrations from his voice cause George to squeal again. The demon honed in on the area near his ear, pressing his head further into his neck and opening his mouth wider to nibble the entire area behind his ear.

The shivers kept shooting through George in waves, electric shocks of ticklish bliss making him blank on whether this was euphoric or purely agonizing.

Dream lifted his head, looking down at his job well done. George's eyes were closed, blissed out and tickle-happy. The demon smirked, licking his lips before leaning down again, ready to begin the same treatment on the other side.

[2-dsimp]

Yandere Priest with Nun Darling.

Introducing Yandere Priest Zebad✨

Yandere Priest Zebad takes his prayer sessions very seriously if he finds out you haven’t partaken in his daily sermons he’ll kindly reprimand you with his holy dic—

( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ )

[vrtvyg]

Body headcannons, based off of the ACTUAL character.

Soap: BEEFY. Have you SEEN the man's biceps? his neck? the way his chest casts a shadow in that one blue shirt? he's beefy. Full believer that his thighs ate just as thick, meaty calves, and a matching waist. every body has a bit of curve, but honestly he probably is mostly rectangle, some muscle showing on his stomach. I feel like his body wouldn't be SUPER hairy. like yes he has chest hair, leg and arms, but it isn't super thick. it's shorter, darker. he'd probably keep his pubes messily trimmed. not letting it become a bush but not caring enough to make it look pretty.

Ghost: honestly think he's a bit thinner than Soap. sure they both got muscle mass, but side to side, Ghost has the height and Soap has the form. more muscle showing but not super thick, just a leaner build, maybe a bit of chub on the stomach, arms, but not much. has minimum hair, it just doesn't grow. head a almost buzzed, arms have hair but it's short and almost too thin to see. same with his legs. no chest hair, some peach fuzz below the belly and his pubes are equally short. (I'm kind of debating this, dude might be hella muscular under all them clothes)

Price: Listen, I fucking LOVE thick price as much as the next man, but have you seen that slutty waist??? Big chest, thin waist, and a fucking fatty. he's the whole hourglass, minus the hips. Covered in hair, it's thick too. on his chest, arms, legs, thighs. probably has to get his nostrils and ears waxed, hair grows there too. probably has the thickest hair down there in 141, keeps it neat, but not trimmed. the snail trail is THICK.

Gaz: the definition of lean, the perfect cut after bulking. the long legs, thick calves, thin but muscular. He probably has a decent amount of hair, but it's only on his chest and legs (no happy trail, sadly). the hair on his chest is just ever so slightly curly, and his pubes are probably trimmed but a bit messy, like soap.

Graves: Ita giving skinny white boy. like don't get me wrong, he's a sexy mf, but I can't see him with buldging abs. he's not super thick has the biceps, thighs, and definitely ass, but his stomach is pretty flat, and his chest is flatter. no tits to grab at. I imagine he's pretty bare on the hair, and the hair he DOES have is too light to really notice. except his armpits, no idea why but they're so much thicker there than anywhere else. his pubes probably match his hair, a dirty blonde. probably shaves practically bald down there, regrets it everytime until it starts to flow again.

König: THICK. muscular, of course, but the softest layer of pudge wrapped around it. has that squishy tummy, love handles, and the HIP DIPS! the thickest thighs following, weapon harnesses squeezing around it so satisfyingly. and he's definitely a hairy man, but not in a soft bear way like price, more like a rough texture. chest hair, arm hair, thigh hair, leg hair, even hair on his toes. the snail trail is gorgeous. he doesn't really care to shave his pubes. a bit messy down there. the only time he trims is to make his dick look bigger before sending a pic.

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[tervaneula]

These peepaws GAY

[ninjas-and-coffee]

Mixing together a roleswap/rejected prophecy au into one

[emile-tb]

Have I mentioned that I made a another Narrator design? :)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the ocean loves her children, you see.

There's an old story selkies tell their children. The ocean loves her children, you see: if you ask for her help, she will gift you the things you need, even if they are not what you want. So most seafolk- sirens, merkin, sea monsters, etc- were once like us: the soft and gentle selkie folk, who love the ocean and the world she gives them. But they were once in need of the ocean mother's help, and their hearts cried to her- and she answered them in kind, changing them beyond the magic their shapeshifting allowed. And so they survived.

You were lost from your family, in a strange sea, and had tried to help a struggling sailor. When they had turned on you, wanting your skin, you were shocked, scared, confused, angry, and you screamed your heartbreak so deeply that your throat went raw- and the ocean mother gave you new gifts, and you used them to tear the sailors apart.

selkies are meant to be soft, kind, the gentlest of the ocean's children. and in your moments of pain and betrayal, you had chosen to forsake those things. your rage and agony tore the water red and frothy, until there were no sailors left to rip apart.

you fell into despair, then. you tried to rip the scales from your back, tear the fins from your bones, but all for naught. then you slept. you did not want to wake. but the ocean heard the weak cries of your heart, and carried you to a new home.

you woke to another boat. more sailors. you were terrified. of them. of yourself. one spoke to you, fed you, tended your wounds. you were scared- scared of him. scared of how your heart longed to be healed by him.

later, you would love him. and, later still, you would feel whole again.

[bamsara]

'Your soul isn't your own anymore'

Halloween outfits for the Daycare Attendant from this drabble I wrote.

[doodlesdreaming]

“This concert was definitely worth sneaking into!”

Dance with the Dead AU- @zoanluen

[emmadoodle]

I'm back! And I have a quick little drabble I wrote for @mushiewrites 's birthday which I have permission to be share <3 enjoy!

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“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” George tapped desperately against Dream’s back when his teeth reached the back of George’s ear. Dream sat up, finally taking his head out of George’s neck. The older man laid limp on the couch now trying desperately to catch his breath. Dream had said he just needed to nibble on someone. Something about having too much pent up energy. What George wasn’t expecting was for Dream to immediately target the areas that were the most ticklish.

“Dreheam, whahat the fuhuhuck…” The skin on George’s still buzzed and his head felt light.

“I’m still not done yet ya know, lemme know when you’re done with your break,” Dream smiled at him, and George groaned and covered his face.

“Thihihihihis is stuhupid,” but once he caught his breath he gave Dream a nod that he was ready to continue. Dream dropped his head back down to dig back into the same place he ended with, a bit under his ear. George squealed at the explosion of feeling and gripped Dream’s shoulders.

George jumped and bucked his hips suddenly when he felt Dream’s hands start to dance ticklishly up and down his sides and ribs. There was nowhere for him to go, Dream’s body completely overtop of him. With his head thrown back he couldn’t see his friend’s hands as they moved up and down in unpredictable ways, eventually focusing in on his lower ribs.

George’s mind began to spin, not being able to decide which to focus on. The spark like fireworks shooting into his neck and down his spine, or the way Dream’s fingers seemed to ignite the nerves perfectly on his ribs. Dream’s nibbling picked up, opening his mouth wider to scrape his canines against his sensitive skin in a consistent motion.

It was so much, George began screaming through his loud cackles, tears raising in his eyes and dripping down his cheeks and behind his ears. He let go of Dream’s shoulders to lay limp, basking in the swirling feeling plaguing his nervous system.

By the time Dream was satisfied and backed off, George couldn’t even get a sensical word out. But he didn’t mind. He only closed his eyes and melted into Dream’s touch as he rubbed away the ghost tingles.

“Thanks man,” Dream giggled out, and George gave him a weak thumbs up.

[2-dsimp]

Evon seems like the type to print out a picture of his darling and place it onto a pillow and pretend he's kissing and more his y/n.

Nah that’s too tame for him. That’s more of Icha the cultist thing to do.

Plot twist: His “God” Is real.

[sleepy-hawks]

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

"W...W-Why are you doing this...?!" Sun blinked and cocked his head, feigning the look of an innocent child. "Huh? Ohhh!" He rested an elbow in one hand, using the other to draw a circle in the air referencing the man's predicament before walking around his chair. "You mean the whole 'tying you up and torturing you' thing! Well, it's quite obvious, isn't it~?"

Sun stopped directly behind him, bending low to speak directly into the man's ear.

"For Calvin, Mr. Grisham. For Eloise. And for every child in this town who has had to suffer, because of monsters like you."

Mr. Grisham trembled in his restraints, the sweet-sounding voice of Sun now laced with sinister and utter darkness. "Please, I-"

"Did you know-!" Sun halted him, continuing his walk around the chair. He waved an arm in Moon's direction, who fluidly twirled his knife, watching the man's blood still caked on it flick about the room. "My brother and I used to take care of children? You remember the pizzeria in the big city, don't you? Well, just because we are no longer daycare attendants, that doesn't mean our roles have changed. No no no~ Our roles have simply-"

Sun stopped back in front of Mr. Grisham's chair, getting into the man's face once more. His hands, once folded behind his back now gripping the arm rests. The wood creaked and nearly gave way from his grip alone. Sun's colored irises had shrunken down to slits, rattling with a craziness just waiting to bust free. His grin nearly stretched off of the edges of his face plate. A thin, black line formed between his teeth, and grew as his seemingly permanent-closed mouth, opened.

"Evolved," he finished, the word rattling in his robotic throat and chest.

Mr. Grisham whimpered, leaning back as much as he could from the looming animatronic. He squeezed his eyes and turned his head away. "S-Stop that-!"

Two hands grabbed at his head, turning it to face forward again. Two thumbs pulled his eyelids up, forcing him to look.

"What's wrong, Mr. Grisham~? Do I frighten you~?" Sun mockingly cooed. He leaned in closer, his nose pressed against Mr. Grisham's. "Good. Take a good, long, look, Mr. Grisham. I want you feel afraid. But this fear, is NOTHING compared to the fear you have inflicted upon your own children."

Sun's grip tightened. How easily he could pop this man's head like a grape. How badly he wanted to, how eagerly he wanted this maggot dead. But no. He had to suffer first. He had to pay. Sun relished in the man's whimpering as he trembled in his hands. Hot steam puffed from Sun's ajar mouth, ghosting the man's face.

"I wonder..." he thought aloud, his mouth a dangerous number of inches from the shivering man's head, "if I can scalp you with my own teeth~"

"Sun."

The animatronic paused, his eyes flicking to his left, towards Moon. The lunar animatronic stopped twirling his knife and simply stood there, giving his twin a known look between them with a raise brow.

Quickly--too quickly--Sun composed himself and stepped away, arms and hands open in surrender. "Ahaha! Apologies, brother! I got a little carried away there, didn't I?"

A small smile etched across Moon's face as he stepped forward. He couldn't fault Sun for his...eagerness. He placed a gloved hand on his twin's shoulder. "Go sanitize your gloves and face. Remove any traces of oil and skin."

Sun playfully saluted. "On it! I'll leave you to do the honors~" He then skipped away to do as instructed.

Mr. Grisham watched him go, bewildered and outright frightened by the swift changes in personality. Suddenly, something cold and sharp under his chin directed him to look forward, and he met Moon's hooded gaze, his face illuminated by narrow blue and red pupils. His own grin had widened and opened. Mr. Grisham whimpered as the tip of the knife pressed into his chin.

"Now that Sun's had his turn...looks like it's mine again~ Try to stay awake, Mr. Grisham. It's more fun that way~"

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:3c

@moonlit-dreamers

[vrtvyg]

victim! Soap who finally cries.

Mostly just angst this time. minor mention of lust.

A week of Kidnapper! reader's unpredictable mood swings. The hard strikes followed by mean words, just to be forced into a close cuddling position, and soon stretched open.

He didn't want to give Reader the satisfaction of seeing him express anything other than hate...

A week of refusing food, refusing drinks, refusing any sort of 'gift' from reader.

But he just... snapped.

He's surprised that the plate doesn't shatter with how hard Reader slams it down, his fist following and almost cracking the wood of the table. "Why won't you FUCKING EAT?!?". And Johnny should feel satisfied, happy to get under his captor's skin. To be driving him insane. He should be reveling in the fact that he's making him feel atleast a fraction of the anger Johnny's feeling.. He wants to so badly be happy.

But he doesn't. He looks down at the plate. And it starts with smaller breaths, his nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, hoping the burn against his skin will stop the burn in his eyes.

Then It's the small tears he feels building at his waterline, growing until they're too heavy to stay, falling down his cheeks. Reader doesn't even notice until they start hitting the table. Staring at him as he cries silently, staying completely still, you wouldn't have even noticed.

No words are exchanged when reader finally reacts, grabbing his jaw with sudden urgency. eyes scanning his face, staring at the tears. A mixture of guilt and raging lust in each touch.

And Johnny can't hold it on any longer. letting out a loud sob, staring at Reader with his brows furrowed, furious as tears stream down his cheeks. No words said between each loud sob and gasp. Just staring into each other's eyes.

[televised-goose]

Drabbles from a valgrace fic that will hopefully be done before the heat death of the universe.

This fic is in development, so constructive criticism is totally accepted.

Prompt by the great @demigod-shenanigans

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Jason thinks he liked to draw as a kid. He has vague memories of a secret sketch book and drawing random pieces of architecture, but just like everything else, it's blurry. He does like it, though. It's like writing, but it doesn't have to make sense. All of his emotions can leave him and be transferred into the paper. Its his own fucked up therapy. No humans needed.

He only started again when he saw Leo draw. He seemed so focused and enthused when making his schematics. It was like he fused with the paper. So he watched Leo draw a lot. Because it was nice to see him calm and the drawings were amazing. That's it. 

He ended up trying it out, and his brain seemed to remember his style even without that memory of the practice. It was like his hands were moving without him thinking of what each movement really meant. His first drawing was Leo, of course. It was only because he was right there and his best friend. 

After figuring out he could apparently draw pretty well he tried everything under the sun, even stealing one of Annabeth’s sketch books and hiding it under his bunk just like he thinks he did as a kid. The book was filled with whatever he could think of, the bow of the ship, his crewmates, fantastical landscapes and architecture, monsters, his nightmares, and even just skribbles making up how he felt. 

But most of the book was filled with Leo. He was so interesting to look at. His rugged charm and his messy appearance made him so unique to draw. He had such intense emotions, making him the caricature of every single one. Some people might think that means he has a crush, but he doesn't. His friend is simply something he enjoys looking at that's not that weird. It's not like he remembers everything he does.

(He hasn't memorized Leo's determined quirk of his brow as he sketches a curve like a compass, not the little sigh he would release when a blueprint was done, not the cross-hatching perfectly aligned and segmented showing his prowess, not his smirk whe-)

He thinks before he focused more on things instead of people, but everything about Leo needs to be documented to him. It's all so perfect that he can't forget it. 

He doesn't draw in front of anyone because it feels too personal to share. These are his true raw emotions and those stay right next to him and his heart. If people saw him draw they might see him weak and he needs to be a leader for them. This is an escape from the pressure and the pain and the fear. He knows it's dumb, and he knows no one will make fun of him, but it still scares him.

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Was it shit? Tell me! I'm still thinking about plot, I'm think it could be a 5+1 of Jace opening up to people and finding out that drawing isn't that fucking stupid. It's really cool, I may be biased to be fair.