#imp's a little feisty

[imminent-danger-came]

I think people are just simply not ready for the truth that you can "tell" visually and "show" with dialogue

[knightinink]

Messed around in ibis paint for the first time & drew the sillies

[shiroisotto64]

I can’t get this idea outta my head so let me ramble.

This is about the ex body guard / assassin reader idea I mention earlier btw.

- you most likely quit your job due to Ozzie actually. He told you he’d make sure you didn’t have to work in that line anymore if you didn’t want to. Remember he’s really big on consent!

- once you agreed he were spoiled with all you could want so you were happy with your choice. Now the closer you all get they end up catching feelings for you to. And if you feel the same way? It’s official then. You’re all now a poly! YAY :D

- you ended up being really protective of fizz just like Ozzie. It’s not that you don’t care about Ozzie but he’s a big guy and he’s made it clear he can handle himself. Yet you won’t hesitate to fight anyone that disrespects or angers him.

- back to fizz you go with him as his body guard whenever he wants to go out and Ozzie is busy. You’ve snapped countless necks and other bones protecting him from other demons.

- he isn’t quiet about how horny he gets seeing you kick ass over him either. One time you flung him over your shoulder and walked off with him and you felt his boner rubbing against your chest.

- when you’re at Ozzie’s you normally help out due to Boredom. You’re well acquainted with the workers there since you go there so often. You chat with them before and after shows and sometimes they let you watch them rehearse.

- you nap a lot. So you’re always up in the balcony seat. It helps Ozzie to be certain no one tries anything while you’re asleep!

- so many flirty comments. Ozzie loves how feisty you are and finds it cute how flushed you get when he mentions this. And fizz drapes himself over you over dramatically while thanking you for keeping him nice and safe.

- he thanks you later with quickie before his next act. There were a few times where rude customers would come in or people who tried to force the lust and as we know Ozzie isn’t ok with that.

- one time you choked another imp out with you’re tail and Ozzie and fizz especially haven’t shut up about it. They thought it was soooo hot! They snatched up for some fun time right after. They just couldn’t help themselves honestly.

- but before Ozzie or anyone else could say anything you fucked the offenders up and threw them outside on their necks. You made the headlines. They called you asmodeus‘s little gremlin 💀

- you often keep asmodeus calm when he’s upset. Your logically view point helps to sooth him. So you’re the peacekeeper of the relationship. Both of the boys are emotional and Ozzie doesn’t do well under pressure so they’re thankful for you.

- you try not to go to overboard around fizz cause he doesn’t really like violence. And whenever you notice him beginning to have a panic attack you pick him up and take him somewhere quiet to help him calm down.

- Ozzie is so happy you’re good with spotting when fizz is overwhelmed/overstimulated you really make things run smoother. He thanks you for this all the time and you wave him off every time.

- all in all?? This reader has been in my head alllll day we need to come up with a nickname for em.

[experimentfae]

Could you do yandere Adam with a small imp/succubus hybrid reader who's incredibly shy and selectively mute? They're pretty much a precious little kitten, considering they have cat-like behavior and instincts, but don't be fooled. They can and have killed many. I can imagine them meeting when they go with Charlie when she goes to meet Adam and Lute in her father's place. (This is pretty much my oc from my yandere hazbin hotel/helluva boss x oc fanfic. Ps, they write what they want to say on a small whiteboard they carry with them. They will hiss, growl, scratch, and bite you if they don't like you or are scared and in a state of fight or flight)

Yandere Adam x Shy! Imp/succubus hybrid! Reader

Oneshot

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You believed it would have been any normal day in hell not expecting Charlie to ask you to come with her to meet the leader of the exterminator’s.

“Wait really, but how? And why me?” “Well (y/n) I trust you and you’re the nicest demon I know.” she wouldn’t be saying that if she knew of all the killing you did but you kept that to yourself “I- um.” You looked as she gave you puppy eyes you could never say no, especially to your best friend.

“Sure I’ll go.” She then hugged “thank you, thank you now come on let’s get going.” You immediately as she sang her song the others watching you two leave.

After the song ended and you two made it to the Heaven Embassy, but when you guys walked in it was very creepy to say the least why were the light not on? “Uh a-are they available?” You questioned looking around “They should be, my dad never usually wrong about this stuff.” Just then a gold sign in sheet for in front of Charlie face.

This made both of jump in shock “totally not creepy.” Charlie spoke, she is definitely right this is weird but Charlie signed her name in and the letter suddenly lift up to the hell knows where then suddenly a door opened.

“This is still super creepy.” You whispers Charlie seemed to ignore it as she went through the door and you followed after “uh hello is anyone, here?” “Sup.” This made you both jump you hid behind the chair immediately, You see an Angel eating rips with another Angel behind him.

Charlie introduced herself and Adam seems genuine for a moment until he figured out he was just a Hologram “ha! I fucking got you did you see that shit?” “Yes sir.” He then laughed fucking hilarious. Just then his eyes moved to you “uh, who that with you there?.” This grabbed Charlie’s attention. “Oh this (y/n) there here to really sell the point that I’m making here.

You avoided eye contact. But this didn’t seem to faze him if you looked and if Charlie noticed you two would have seen the look of lust he gave you.

Then Adam suddenly talked about his life and his one night stand on the weekend just some other stuff. But then Charlie remembered the meeting was almost over so Charlie was talking about the hazbin hotel and the good it can from it, Adam didn’t seem to care half of the time he was looking at you or interrupted her.

Let’s just say he didn’t agree then he threw Charlie out but held you back for a moment “I need to talk to you… lute keep an eye on that one shrugging towards Charlie.

“Wait what a- Charlie got interrupted due to lute closing the door behind her. You let a cat like hiss feeling that you’re in danger what fucked up shit is he gonna do, cut your head off as a warning or something like that these thoughts fueled your anxiety until Adam spoke.

“Oohh feisty but chill out babes.” You felt your tail wag in irritation “let me give a little proposal I might give you a good word with upper management she also known as sera but I’ll only do it if you let me take you out.”

Your eye’s widen in shock “what?” He smirked “I know, someone as hot as ME taking you out, but yeah it’s the real deal babes, so I’m gonna take it as a - “n-no.” You clench your hands “that’s a weird joke or?” “I-it means n-no.” This shocked him “what, I’m fucking Adam the first man! I’m fucking awesome even princess what her face seemed to agree with that.” He growled out.

You did it bother to continue this conversation heading towards the door “Hey don’t walk from me so soon.” You felt him grab your wrist you now felt more terrified at the end of the day you knew he had more power in his hand then you would have you’re entire life.

“Or do I need to do something else? How about I consider her little passion project? Sounds good to you?” This made you hesitate “I… for the fist time you looked in the eyes and saw how he looked at you with hunger, but this could really help Charlie and her cause, you believe in her. “Ok I’ll… I’ll go with you on that date.” he smiled “perfect I’ll pick you up this weekend oh and no worry it ain’t gonna be down here on this dumpster fire, I’ll pull some strings and give you a day in heaven for the date, see a babes.”

You left without a goodbye feeling Shame, Charlie ran up to you “(y/n) are you ok?, what happened? What did I he do?” You didn’t have the heart to tell her “I… I don’t want to talk about it.” You looked away just wanting to go back to the hotel, thankfully Charlie siding push it even though she looked worried.

It’s been a week and today is the date. Well you u are going to heaven so maybe you should dress your best.

“(Y/n) what making you dress in such a fancy attire.” You looked to see alastor “oh it’s just I have a, uh date of sorts.” His smiled widen and his eyebrow arched “oh who is the companion?” You became nervous “it’s- it’s um some guy named Archer, he want’s to take me to… um bloodysteaks that new restaurant in the gluttony ring.”

He did it seem to buy it but this was entertaining enough to him so he riding question any further “if you say so, I guess we’ll see you later on.” “Yeah see ya later on Alastor.” Just then you heard a knock from you’re window. You looked to see Adam himself “who the fuck was that and wow sexy as hell babes, got dressed up for me that’s sweet.”

You groaned in annoyance and let him in “thanks, now let me open that portal and we are on our way.” He opens the heaven portal and you went through to see a beautiful city “wow.” “Yeah fucking wow this is paradise, now let me take you to ‘heavenly delights’ the most fanciest restaurant in town. you had to admit it really look like a paradise even the sidewalk looked super clean.

“But seriously who the fuck was that guy you were talking to?” “Wait alastor, he’s just a friend.” He rolled his eyes “what?” “What, what you mean what, he look like he wanted fuck you, I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that.” Allowed? This guy really is entitled but you didn’t stand up to him afraid of what would happen if you did.

You guys made it to the restaurant but realization hit you “wait how did you know I was in the hazbin hotel?” He seemed surprised by that answer “well I… let’s just order the food ok babes?” You didn’t push it thought if you had to take a guess he has been watching you this week.

Adam order for you due to your shyness You guys got your food and the food was really delicious, he guys made small talk, the worst part is you kinda liked his company, just that he kinda is a douchbag most of the time. “Alright but seriously let me pull some strings and you can be living here with me.” “I just need you to give the green light to the hazbin hotel Adam.”

He laughed “oh right that, I’m gonna be honest hot stuff I’m never gonna give green light to that thing.” You became frozen “what.” “I said what I said I’ll never agree to that.” “But you say- “I said I would consider it, doesn’t mean I’ll agree it. Ok now you felt stupid “and I know you said didn’t want to be here but, I already made arrangements and got your sexy ass into heaven.”

Your tail stood up in shock and felt your face contort to shock you really hard the Earle to chock him like your other victims. “yeah I know admit you love it, you love the idea of living here.” You immediately got up and left the restaurant “hey what the hell?!” Spoke Adam as he flew after you “I didn’t want that!” You yelled with tears in you’re eyes “oh come on you will be the first hell born into heaven but pretend that your a human, because sinner is no but a HELLBORN making it into heaven, a hell no, I had to tell sera some bullshit story.” He stated.

You looked away from him “oh calm on you love it up here eventually, you will look hotter then you already do and besides the effects are starting right now.” “Wait what?” You felt feather on your back and you touched your head to feel a halo “Oh no.” “Oh yes!”

“Wait can I at least say goodbye to my friend’s” you asked tears in your eye’s “hmmm, no, oh and don’t think about leaving me because if you do I’ll just make sure you’ll be a target in the next extermination.” You were shocked “yeah I love you babes put sometimes tough love is needed.”

“But I- I” he shushed you “now come on you will love it here and overtime you’ll learn to love me.”

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

[thelampisaflashlight]

Choose Your Own Adventure; Imp Style 2

Oh, neat, you're a little quintessence imp! (result of this poll)

Impressive that a couple of college students managed to summon you with cool ranch and soda, but, hey, being a tiny creature of darkness does consume a LOT of energy!

Now that we know what element you are, we can narrow down the list of suitable candidates for that new friend we were talking about last time.

Much like the cat distribution system, the other person in the equation doesn't get a say in whether you choose them or not, so, really, you can pick anyone, but it's not a bad thing to be a little picky.

A any rate, it's time to get a move on!

Since you couldn't find anyone nearby after your would be summoners abandoned you, you decided to scurry off into the woods to hunt bugs to survive for a little while and happened to come across this cool... house thing.

You're not really sure what this kind of building is called, but it's big and there's lots of people and a neat statue of your progenitor; Baphomet!

You'll probably find lots of new friends here, but you're looking for The One.

The be all end all of buddies to tie your immortal soul to for better or for worse.

For that, you're gonna need a ghoul, and ideally one of the same element, although who's to say your new best friend isn't a feisty fire ghoul or a demure water ghoul?

Still, we've got to start somewhere.

Well then, you're in the entry hall so...

[twisted-lover-boys]

Possessed!!! Pt. 1

{not proof-read}

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Jade

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Synopsis: Who would’ve thought you’d end up splitting from your group on accident in the spectral realm? Well, it seems someone else found you and they don’t seem friendly…

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“Okay! Your goal is to find the students of NRC, find the culprit of this scandal, and end this Halloween night!”

“Yes headmaster!”

Just as everyone was about to enter the blackened dark mirror, Sam spoke up. “Remember little imps! Those pendants are a form of protection and communication so take care of them!”

“We will!” You called out and followed everyone else as they walked into the mirror. You had no idea what was waiting on the other side but if it meant getting your friends and boyfriend back, you’d do anything.

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Honestly you could probably consider this my first long fic because of how much effort I put into this but I’m still proud of these…but man this is LONG!! Also hope you like the event banners I made! I really like them!

Also, I changed the story a bit (especially Ace’s portion). I really liked the general story but I’m still salty about the ending—little OOC but who doesn’t love some OOC fluff?

Implied male reader but no pronouns were used. Also reader knows magic!

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This was not what you wanted. You didn’t mean to leave Leona and Floyd but you were too worried about Ace getting taken by some ghost that you didn’t really think twice about it.

The long and swirling staircases felt intimidating especially since the clicking of your costume shoes felt louder than they should be.

As you walked, you felt as if you weren’t alone and you were proven right when you heard heel clicks along with your own accompanied by someone on top of the stairs. “Who’s there?” You asked which, if you’ve seen any horror movie ever, was stupid.

“Well well well, you actually followed! Who knew that humans could be so stupid!” You looked up at the voice and saw…

“Ace?”

He didn’t say anything as he slowly walked down the stairs with an arrogant pep in his step. He stopped only a few feet in front of you, a smirk on his face and pale fogged eyes instead of his cherry red ones.

“Since you followed me all the way here, I’d like to propose a game. How about a duel? If I win, you come with me. If you win, I’ll let this body go.

Now you were more confused. “Ace what are you talking about? You’re acting weird…” He only laughed and looked at you again. A chill ran down your spine.

“A bet is a bet darling. Now, enguard!”

He rose his costume shovel above his head and started gathering magic at the blade head of it before throwing it at you. You managed to dodge just in time and pulled out your own costume weapon.

You had no choice but to defend yourself.

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You have no idea how long the battle between you and Ace lasted but it was long enough for you both to start getting tired. You were covered in scrapes and bruises from the fight but you persevered despite the painful stinging of your body.

You remembered what Sam said: the pedants were a form of protection. You gripped the pendant tightly in your hand and started charging at him.

He threw another blast of magic at you as you dodged and finally got close enough to shove the pendant against his chest, effectively pushing him back with a white blast.

“Argh! You’re a feisty one aren’t you? Well, I’m a ghost of my word…”

With that, a white mass left Ace as he fell unconscious and collapsed. Luckily you were able to catch him in your arms and sit him upright in your lap. It wasn’t long before he woke up again and saw his mischievous cherry red eyes.

“Ugh…hm? Oh, hey baby…where are we?” You only laughed and hugged him tightly. “Ow! Hey hey why the sudden hug? Did you miss me that much?” He teased but he was quick to hug you back. You filched at the pressure and Ace was quick to pull back to look at you. “…You’re covered in bruises…what happened?” You explained as much as you could as Ace held you gently before hugging you close to him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“But I hurt you…!”

“No you didn’t. It wasn’t you.”

Before he could argue more, a voice pierced through the silence. “Heeey! Crabby! Guppy!” You both turned and saw Floyd and Leona running towards you. You looked at each other before silently deciding to talk later. Right now, you had a job to do.

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That doesn’t mean Ace didn’t dote on you the rest of the trip. He made sure you were alright and made sure you stayed out of trouble with other ghosts even if he himself didn’t.

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You were starting to get tired of the spectral realm. Constantly fighting off ghosts for mirror fragments and having no sense of direction genuinely made you tired.

You weren’t really paying attention to what Rook, Trey, or Sebek were saying but you immediately perked up when you heard a very familiar voice. One you love to bits.

You ran off from the others and practically tumbled down the stairs to reach him, ignoring their cries for you to slow down or stop. You couldn’t, especially when you were so close to him.

You finally got to the bottom of the stairs and saw Deuce who was sitting on his knees while crying. You slowly walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, gently taking his hands in yours.

“Deuce?”

He only cried harder before launching himself at you, his arms around your neck while yours went around his waist. You knew Deuce wasn’t much of a crybaby so something was wrong.

You pulled back to look at his face and held his face in your hands. His eyes were a clouded, dead blue, a stark contrast from his blue eyes you loved. At this point, the others caught up to you and could feel your unease and confusion.

“I fell and got a boo-boo. Can you kiss it better?” Deuce whined like a child as he pointed to his nose. Just as you were about to, Sebek loudly spoke up which caused Deuce to cry out.

You tried your best to calm him down but Rook and Trey didn’t make anything better at they talked about the handkerchief at the graveyard.

“A handkerchief?! You were going to kidnap me weren’t you!! MAMAAAA!! I’M SCARED!”

Deuce started crawling back and suddenly stood up and started running from you. You mentally cursed as you quickly got up to give chase, the others close behind you.

You couldn’t really do much but try and use magic to slow him down. As you pulled out your costume weapon, you aimed harmless spells at his feet to slow him down.

You couldn’t lose him. Not after getting this close.

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You thanked the Seven for Sebek’s speed and stamina especially with how tired you had gotten. He managed to grab Deuce to prevent him from running any further.

You remembered what Sam said about the mirror pendants he gave everyone: how it was used for protection. You took the pendant from around your neck and gently placed it on Deuce’s chest. A white glow came from the pendant before Deuce started crying again.

“Living people are way more scarier than ghosts! I’m going back to Mama!”

With that, a white mass left his body before going limp in Sebek’s arms. You took Deuce from his arms and held him while slowly sinking to the floor. It didn’t take long for you to see his deep blue eyes again.

“Mmgh…love? What’s up?” You laughed and hugged him tightly. “Nothing…I’m just glad you’re okay.” You replied. Deuce didn’t say anything as he hugged you back just as tightly. He finally seemed to notice all the tears and snot he accumulated as you all tried to explain as best as you could.

“So a bunch of students got abducted, I got possessed, and I was crying for my mom?! I don’t remember any of that!” Deuce exclaimed. “It was quite an unflattering sight, and yet we witnessed it all the same. ‘Waaah! Help me Mama!’” Sebek laughed out. Deuce scowled. “Are you making fun of me?!” You gently held his hand to calm him down while Trey told Sebek to cut it out.

“Ugh, I feel so humiliated. So those ghosts think they can pull one over me huh? Well, I’ll teach ‘em all! I’M CRASHING THAT HALLOWEEN PARTY!!” You could only laugh at his outburst. Now that you had your boyfriend back, you weren’t planning on losing him again.

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Deuce also didn’t intend to leave you again as he always stayed close to you and even had dragged you to interesting spots for ghost fights so that you wouldn’t lose each other again, no matter how strong they looked.

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The spectral realm was so troublesome as were the ghosts that never left you alone. You managed to get some peace from them but the spiraling stairways made you want to throw up.

You didn’t really pay attention which way you were walking as you just followed Jamil and Silver, not saying anything. You suddenly heard creaking steps and stopped. The others seemed to notice as they both turned back and asked what was wrong. You didn’t say anything as you stared at the one person you were hoping to find.

“Jack!”

He didn’t say anything. All he did was slightly turn your way before looking away again. You ran up to the beastman and encased him in a hug. “Oh Great Seven I was so worried! Are you injured?” You couldn’t say anything else as he suddenly ripped away from your grasp and pushed you over. Jamil and Silver immediately rushed over.

“Don’t you dare befoul me with your horrid scent! If you must touch me, do so after a through cleaning!” You stared up at him in disbelief and despair. Jack would never say things like this to you, would he? “Apologize for tainting your superior! Get on your knees and know your place!”

“Jack what are you doing?! There’s a time and a place for a bit and this is neither!” Jamil exclaimed. You were still upset and confused of the fact that Jack would say something like that, tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Jamil tugged on his coat and pulled him closer. You looked up at him and although your eyes were clouded with tears, you saw that his usual yellow eyes that you loved so much were now a foggy and dull blue.

“EEEP! You dare tug on my arm?! What kind of ruffian uses brute force for compliance?! You’re just after my money aren’t you?!” Jack made all these accusations as he backed away from the three of you.

“Begone! The lot of you!”

Jack yelled as he started swinging at Silver. Jamil backed from a punch with you leaned over his shoulder before speaking to you. “There’s no time to feel sad. The sooner we beat him, the sooner we can get Jack back, got it?” He said to you. You nodded meekly before pulling out your costume weapon. “Okay.”

Whatever was going on with him, you were going to help him.

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Silver and Jamil threw a few magic spells towards Jack as he repelled them with his costume sword. Jamil threw an attack that managed to get some dirt on him.

“WAHH! You got dirt on my beautiful face!” While he was distracted, you raced towards him with the pendant in hand before shoving it against his chest in a punch, a white glow pushing him back.

“Aieeee! There’s no chance at competing with such brutality!” Jack howled out before a white form left his body and he fell slump to his knees with you rushing to prevent him from falling on his face. You weren’t listening to Jamil or Silver, you were more focused on Jack. It didn’t take long for you to finally see his yellow eyes again.

“Huh? Hun? What are you doing here? And where is here anyways?” You didn’t say anything as you hugged him tightly. Jack was confused but wasted no time in hugging you back. When you pulled away from each other, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks and the fresh ones spilling from your eyes and panicked. “Why are you crying?” He asked worriedly.

Jamil and Silver, sensing your emotional state, explained for you. “I can’t believe that things had gotten so bad at school and that I was acting all fussy…and I started WAILING?! I would never do that!” Jack exclaimed. “Well you did. Silver witnessed it to so you’re going to have to own up to it.” You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation as you fiddled with Jack’s rings on one of his hands while his other was wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

Jack pulled his hand away from yours and placed it softly on your cheek. “I…I’m so sorry…for what you saw…for what I said to you.” He said as he placed his forehead against yours. You placed your hand in his cheek. “It’s okay—“ “No it’s not. I hurt you…”

Jamil sighed to get your attention. “There’s no time for moping. We have to move.” Silver joined in. “There’s no knowing what we’ll encounter but I feel more confident with you at our side. Will you join us, Jack?” Jack stood up with you, still in his arms.

“Oh, you don’t need to ask me twice! I won’t be satisfied ‘til I get back at whoever pulled this stunt!” Jack turned his head up and shouted. “Just you wait ghosts! I’m coming for you!” You laughed at his enthusiasm. Now this was your Jack and you were happy to have him back.

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Jack was also happy that he finally got to see you again and he made sure you knew how happy and sorry he was. He constantly told you how much he loves and missed you and kept you close to him no matter what came your way.

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You groaned in annoyance at the spiraling staircases laid before you. You were getting sick and tired of all the twists and turns you had to take and you felt like you weren’t really going anywhere.

As soon as Leona said to stay on high alert, a very familiar voice called out to you all. It just so happened to be a voice you missed so dearly.

“Took you boys long enough!” You all looked up at the top of the staircase. “I was ever so lonely. You know what I do to meanies like you? I give them the finger-wagging of a lifetime!” Although the voice was familiar, the tone of it sounded…off. There was no way he’d ever be caught dead talking like that.

“Epel?”

“BRRT!! Nopesies, a wrong guess! You’re talking to Lollipop the Candy Fairy from the Land of Sugar!” You didn’t know whether to cringe or laugh but you knew immediately that this wasn’t Epel. The more you looked at him, the more you noticed how dead his eyes looked. They weren’t the usual bright blue ones you loved.

“I think I know what’s going on. He got possessed like Crabby did.” Floyd guessed. “You’re probably right. Epel wouldn’t be caught dead saying these things.” You responded.

“Goodness! All your staring is making me blush! Do you think I’m that cute? Awww, thanks! MWAH!” Epel blew a fake kiss your way to which you cringed at. You didn’t know what to do. You watched as Epel suddenly went to Leona and booped his nose, which caused Leona to push Epel off. Oh no.

“That’s not very nice! If you’re going to be a Mr. Grouchy-Pants, then I’ll have to punish you!”

With that, Epel got into a cutesy pose which you could only assume was his ‘fighting stance’. There was only one thing you could do and that was fight him before he embarrassed himself more.

You were going to get him back, if it’s the last thing you’ll do.

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You weren’t fighting for long as the only thing he did was use his costume umbrella to throw small and weak attacks while posing weirdly.

The others managed to distract his attacks while you ran up to him, shoving the pendant onto his chest which caused a bright light to push him back.

“Aww, I’ve been beaten. But I won’t go out crying! I’ll see you all again sometime! Ta ta for now!” Epel did one last cute pose before a white form left his body and he fell faint. You managed to catch him in your arms before sliding down to the floor, sitting him upright in your arms. It didn’t take long for Epel to show his normal blue eyes you grew to love.

“…Huh? Darlin’? What happened to me? Why are y’all eyeballin’ me like I’m some spoiled apple?” You couldn’t do anything but laugh and hug him tightly. “I’ve got some bad news for you Epel.” You tried your best to explain while the others, specifically Leona and Floyd, teased him endlessly.

“Aaaaugh…say it ain’t so! I got possessed by a ghost an’ made a complete fool in front of myself? In front on y’all?!” You patted his back in comfort while he groaned into your shoulder. You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation, all you knew was that the others were getting on his nerves.

Suddenly, Epel started to stand up, effectively dragging you up with him in the process. “Grrr…I ain’t lettin’ these ghosts off the hook. I’m gonna bust ‘‘em up real good! Teach ‘em never to do that again!” You laughed softly as Epel’s enthusiasm while his accent slipped out. You were just happy to have your boyfriend back.

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Of course, Epel was happy to be back with you but was still mortified of what you saw when he was possessed. Alongside trying to regain any manliness he had left, he was constantly seeking for your affection, as were you.

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As you ran to the door for shelter from the oncoming ghosts, you had to hold back a groan as you saw the spiraling stairways before you. You were starting to get sick of the spectral realm…!

You weren’t focused on Riddle and Ruggie arguing, rather the long and striding footsteps you heard above you. The others didn’t seem to notice yet, not even Ortho until a voice rang out.

“Ooh, what have we here?” The voice sounded familiar but the tone it spoke in scared you. Ortho pointed to the top of the staircase, your eyes following to look up and see…

“Jade?”

“Ahaha. ‘Sup guys? What’cha doin’ all the way out here?” He asked. His words were slurred, scarily like Floyd’s usual tone. This didn’t feel like Jade yet you knew it was him. There was no mistaking it. While the others argued if it was truly Jade, you tried talking to him.

“Jade, what are you doing? This isn’t like you. Why are you acting like Floyd?” You tried to negotiate with him but he only stared at you and the more he stared, the more you saw that his heterochromic eyes were nothing more than a dead and dull blue. “I know it’s you Jade. There’s no point in acting like this.” You said again. This time, you got a response.

“Aha…Ahaha…..AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What’s it matter who I act like? Seems to me like you should start worrying a lil’ more about yourself!”

He suddenly threw a magic blast at you, using his costume bandages as a catalyst. You didn’t move but, thankfully, Ruggie was there to pull you back. “He’s attacking!” He shouted to the others as they countered back.

“Come at me, small fry! And hey…make it fun for me, will ya? Ahaha!” He shouted before going on to the attack against Riddle and Ortho. Before you could join the fray, Ruggie tugged on your shoulder. “Remember, it may look like him but that’s not Jade so don’t let your guard down until we beat him, got it?” You nodded in response. “Got it!” before running in with the others.

——————

You don’t know how long you’ve been fighting, but it was long enough for you and the rest of your party to get bruised and scraped, Jade included. None of you really had a game plan, just try and subdue him. It never really went anywhere…

Then you remembered the pendants Sam gave each of you. He said that they were a form of protection. You were surprised no one in your party remembered, let alone Riddle and Ortho. You shouted at them to distract him so that you could get close.

They started throwing spells to occupy his attention while you rushed in to get close. A few spells were thrown your way but you were able to dodge them easily. When you got close, you pushed the pendant onto his chest, which caused a white glow to harshly push him back. He was distracted long enough for Riddle to conjure up a rope a tie him up.

“Aww man, I totally lost. You guys got moves.” Jade teased while you helped Riddle tighten the rope. “Tighten the rope! We can’t risk another outburst.” Riddle said as you both pulled hard in opposite directions. “Nah, I ain’t gonna bother. It was fun while it lasted…” Jade said before a white form left his body, which caused his body to slump.

You immediately forgot about the rope in favor of Jade. You kept him upright, keeping his head on your shoulder while the others panicked on what to do. It didn’t take long for you to see his normal golden mismatched eyes again.

“Ah…my pearl. I see that Ruggie, Riddle, and Ortho are with you as well. What brings you all together?” You didn’t say anything as you hugged him. He would’ve hugged you back but his arms were tied up at the moment so he resorted to just nuzzling you. You really didn’t pay attention to the side conversation he was having with Riddle until he spoke to you again.

“You’re covered in bruises and scrapes. I’m also picking up the distinct smell of soot on my person. May I ask what happened and why I can’t seem to move?” He asked you. While you filled him in on what happened, Riddle untied him as Jade’s hands slowly wrapped around your waist and lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“Now I understand. My goodness, I’ve caused you all quite a bit of trouble.” As Jade said that, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips making your heart flip. “It seems I demonstrated some rather unbecoming behavior during the blank in my memory. I’m sorry, my pearl.” He continued placing gentle kisses on your face until you were practically giggling from the smothering affection, only stopping to stand up with you still in his arms to talk to the rest of your party.

You weren’t really paying attention to the conversation everyone was having, too focused on Jade and the bout of affection he bombarded you with not too long ago. You were snapped back to reality when Jade took your hand in his. “I’m terribly concerned about the others. We should move on.” He said. “…Are you REALLY concerned?” Ruggie asked suspiciously. “Of course I am! The idea of this being amusing never even crossed my mind.” Jade said while smiling but you knew he was genuine.

His smile immediately turned sinister. “And, if I might add—I must demand payback from the ghost who so brazenly possessed me. With interest.” You smiled, happy knowing that you had your Jade back, your boyfriend back. You weren’t planning on loosing sight of him again.

…

While Jade did keep his word on payback to the ghosts, he of course couldn’t forget about you. You always stood close to him no matter the circumstance and he insisted that when you get back, he tends to your wounds and treats you in Mostro Lounge. Of course, only in a fair exchange. *cough* affection *cough*

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[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:The Daemon Sisters

Scanty and Kneesocks sat in the back of their cozy limo’s comfy confines, pouts on their sexy adorable as glowing link blushes adorned their faces. Which only deepened as they stepped out soon as it parked, coming to find themselves on one of the few decent quality beaches located between the border of the lust and gluttony despite their attempts to wear more composed expressions. The infernal sun, sand and surf occupied with swarms of imps, hellhounds and who or whatever called the 9 circles home. It was only natural the Daemon sisters found themselves turning heads and making jaws drop as they walked in through, gracing the local rabble with their presence and of course the sight of the pair in thei stunning black swimsuits. Which of course reslly highlighted their thicc,toned bodies,their blood red skin getting a nice glistening sheen of sweat from the heat. Normally they’d be all about throwing around their clout and asserting their dominance and status any and everywhere they’d go but today was not such a day. No sir,You see Scanty and Kneesocks made and lost a wager and of course they had to keep their word and deliver on their end of the deal. Even just reminding themselves about the fsct snd the how and why just irked them so damn much.

Scanty:”damnit I can’t believe they even managed to pull it off,who knew that runty imp could make that shot…”*she griped as she tugged at the rear portion of her thong,keeping it from riding up the crack of her crimson booty. Those twin cheeks jiggling with sinful delight as she bit her lip at the slight masochistic sting.*

Kneesocks:”we could’ve just specified money,or some grand prize but nooooo,we had to tell that woman anything she wanted, and it was this! If father ever finds out we’d never hear the end of it..”*her ever adorable and equally uppity sister snarked,eyes burning with annoyance despite the pinkish glowing blush in her fsceace. Normally the twins woild revel in the attention they were getting with their swimsuits but not daily and with good reason. Finding themselves at the entry to a cozy private little cove.*

Standing there waiting to greet the Daemon sisters was I.M.P’s resident feisty murder machine from straight out of Wrath, Millie,looking as perky as ever. Eyes twinkling with minxy delight which only made the pair give her glares. The sort of which had they been focused into lasers,would’ve burned through the shortstack hitgirl with all of their hate which didn’t really deter Millie all that much as she eagerly shook their hands, followed by friendly, playful kisses on their cheeks and lips. Their faces glowing pink as they gave her looks of raw indignity at her being so casual and friendly with them. Not letting up with their contempt as they followed her inside, doing their best to not have their eyes drawn to the sway of the Imp’s quite fine booty, as she shot them a look over her shoulders indicating she knew they were staring snd they could look much as they wanted. Before she spoke up to remind them of their situation and the circumstances of course.

Millie:”Now now,you both had the option to back out,my hubby gave You that. 9w9buuuuut y’all said You were demons of your word, right? How did you put it,if my Moxxie could make that killshot, you’d not only pay us double the hiring fee, but do anything we asked?”*shooting them a cheeky blep and wink their way. To which the Daemon sisters snarled and hissed. Yes of course they’d hired I.M.P to deal with a target in the human world their father wanted out of the way but of course given how Blitzo was, they had every right to doubt and have concerns. But Moxxie insisted they were uo to the task, which of course lead to this situation.*

Kneesocks:”Well we certainly didn’t expect your choice to be to have us let your husband fuck the both of us now,did we?”*her pointy tail swaying, scanty nodding in agreement beside her.*

Scanty:”All the same we will indulge your lewd little antics since you agreed to keep this a secret. We are demons of high class and breed so a little discretion is much appreciated…”*whatever else she and kneesocks were about to say was a derailed train of thought as they came to the spot in the secret cove. Finding quite the sight before them.*

There laying on a cozy beach blanket sat Moxxie, naked as the day he was born as I.M.P’s resident Intel hellhound was sucking him off. The usually snarky,moody hellhound’s eyes glowing with sensual lust as she orally serviced her Imp co-worker, muzzle bobbing up and down along what Scanty and Kneesocks would be able to tell was quite the length and girth. Her naked, furry form on display as she blew on that Imp shaft, drowning it in her saliva. Scanty and Kneesocks' wearing expressions equal parts aghast at walking in on such an indecent scene and stunned amazement, which made Millie sport a mischievous grin. Nothing got her a good ego boost like seeing bitches bare witness to her man's natural weapon. The Wrath Imp whistling to get their attention, Loona pouted adorably as she huffed,prying her muzzle off of Moxxie's cock with hesitation, causing the Daemon sisters to clench their thighs together to hide the nectar of arousal flowing forth. The sticky warmth trinkling down like pipes with a leak as they saw Moxxie's alpha grade shaft on full display. That stiff erect pussy hammering length and girth taunting them, threatening them with a very good time that would ensure they'd be screaming his name for sure. Millie of course bringig them back down to Earth as she delivered swift, firm slaps to their crimson red bubble butts. The red booties jiggling as the sisters gasped cutely, glaring at the shortstack hitgirl for being so impudent, to which she was non chalant as she dusted off and rubbed her hands.

Milie:"Now now,Loonie, I know Moxxie's meatstick is your favourite treat but y'all supposed to be just the fluffer this time, remember?"*she playfully teased, to which the Hellhound rolled her eyes good naturedly as she strutted her naked furry self over to the camera she had set up on a tripod. Millie playfully blepping at Scanty and Kneesocks who were clearly not into the idea of this wager forfeit anymore than they already were. Having to wear their swimsuits for Moxxie's pleasure as he had their way with them while she watched was degrading enough, but the hellhound as another witness and she'd be filming and recording it? If they weren't demons of their word, they'd have tried to kill her but she knew damn well there wasn't anything they could do about it.*"Well? Get to work, my Mox' dick ain't gonna milk itself...."

Moxxie:"Ooooh crumbs..."*the Greed Imp mumbled, having come back down from the sensual high of Loona's blowjob had recovered in time to take in the sight of the infamous Daemon sisters Scanty and Kneesocks standing before him. Their thicc,toned bombshell bodies on display in some of the sexiest black bikinis any man would pay to see. The pseudo twins pouting ina way that made them look just too damn cute and sexy at the same time,sighing as they decided enough delaying the inveitable. Striking sensual pin-up poses as they turned and showed themselves off, the looks in their ways making clear that the imp should appreciate the privilige and honour he had before him. After all not many got to see the Daemon sisters like this,as Scanty shook her juicy booty at him while Kneesocks arched her back in a way that made her glorious tits stick out. The crimson knockers and bubble butts shaking and jiggling as the pair cursed themselvesfor their treacherous libidoes. The cameltoes of their swimsuits soaked with their flowing arousal as they blushed,seeing Moxxie's cock twitch and stiffen more than it already was, pre oozing from the tip. It was then the sisters knew, it was show time....*

Despite their earlier sense of annoyance and grievance, the Daemon sisters couldn't help themselves as they found their libidoes made them go with the flow. Their seductive moments akin to bitches in heat courting for the attention of a virile alpha male to which a primal portion of their brains made them link Moxxie to that ideal just from that cock alone. hence why they know found themselves laying on either side of him, double teaming his cock with a fellatio tag team only Scanty and Kneesocks would be capable of. Their green eyes hazy with lust and desire as they outright kissed and made out with one another, tongues twirling and licking the tip, tasting and drinking up the heavy flow of precum as it dazzled their tastebuds. The flavour adding figurative fuel to the fire in their brains, deepthroated moans escaping them as they felt Moxxie not being idle. His quite firm, skilled handds squeezing their asses with sensual massaging caresses, before suddenly making them gasp with masochistic delight s he'd give them the occassional smack and slap. making those crimson red botties jiggle before his fingers teased and prodded their tong clad slits. Unable to keep their sense of shame and dignity as he displayed the reasons Millie would grade her man's lovemaking skills as out of this world as those busy hands slid to directly probe their gushing wet snatches. Making them squirm in ecstasy as they continued to lick and kiss his alpha Imp cock from tip to base, their hands caressing his quite equally impressive balls which they sucked and blew on as well. Their faces glowing pink with erotic blushes as they ceased their tandem blowjob, as they stood up before the Imp, unable to hide their state of horniness as they shifted their swimwear to flash and expose their tits and asses before him, presenting him their dripping wet pussy lips as they displayed their submission to him and awaited his next move. Their sense of pride, any hint of shame,modesty or inhibition cast aside for nothing more than base sexual pleasure. It was no surprise what followed next...

Scanty:"Aaaahhhn,damnation sister....his tongue is so,,aaahn Jesus Mary and Joseph..."*The glasses wearing ponytail toting sister quivered,unable to keep her composure as as Moxxie had his face pressed deep against the chsiony softness of her bubbly,shapely ass.That imp tongue of his slithering around,rimming her anal pucker and lapping away at e sloppy wet snatch. Before she let loose a melodic moan as that slithery muscle suddenly invaded her slit,kissing the entry of her womb. Legs shaking,knees buckling as Moxxie shoed in addition to his hands and dick, he was also quite the maestro at eating a woman out.*

Kneesocks:"How beautiful you sound sister,so depraved...aaahn,are you enjoying yourself as well sir? How does it feel to put this infernal cock of yours where many men can only dream? Aaahn if my cleavage makes you feel this good,I've yet to even think how good the rest of me will feel..."*the waterfall maned sister erotically praised the Imp hitman as she squeeze her crimson titties between that womb hammer of a cock of his. An erotic look of awe on her face as Moxxie grunted,hips pumping as his shaft thrust between the valley of Kneesocks' boobs. Mkaing her sensually kiss and lick the jackhammering tip as pre sprayed on her face.*

Loona of course was ensuring the camera was getting every single bit of this action. Sensually panting as she couldn't help but recall the numerous instances Moxxie rocked her hellish world. Damn could he get intense with the hatefucking for all her putdowns and insults about his supposed weight problem. truth be told the only real fat he had was that veiny piece of devilish heaven currently getting a titfuck from kneesocks. The hellhound moaning and with good reason, as kneeling down right behind her, Millie was also naked and busy eating out her snatch. Proving that Moxxie wasn't the only one between the Imp couple who could please a partner orally. Of course with how often she had Moxxie facefuck her and their kinky sex life of which she was a part of, it made sense she was as good with other women as her man was at fucking them. The wrath farm girl of course was naturally turned on seeing Scanty and Kneesocks fall further into becoming pending erotic addicts for her husband, how could she not be? It just did her sense of esteem good to know she had more than her fair share of reasons to give when some uppity pricks and bitches had the fucking nerve to ask her what she even saw in Moxxie and why she married him. Well that very imp had a few friends with benefits which included a good few succubi not to mention was currently having a threesome with the Daemon sisters, so suck on that shit ya losers!! Is what she'd say if the chance and opportunity presented themselves of course.

Kneesocks:”aaah my darling sister,I’ve seen You wet….*she sensually teased,laying on her front as she massaged Scanty’s thighs, her fsce pressed against her sibling’s snatch as she ate her out. Drinking uo the waterfall flow of her juices as her tongue invaded thst slit with erotic intimacy and familiarity. Scanty unable to reply as Moxxie standing in front of her, grasping her ponytail and single horn as he gave her a deep,hard facefuck. Gagging with masochistic thirst in thst jackhammering length and girth, her glasses askew as hearts glowed in her eyes. Throat bulging as Moxxie’s cock gave her an oral preview of what her and sister would be receiving soon.*

Scanty:”Aaahn,my dear Kneesocks,is he still hard? Where in all of hell did they hide such a man? Aahn this raw ectasy,,,it’s doing such things to us…”*Licking her lips sensually,as she held one of her sister’s legs at 90 degree angle splits,scissoring Kneesocks as she laid on her side,head upside down as Moxxie gave her own facefuck. The compact stud grasping her her horns as her tits bounced hypnotically. The crimson bodies glistening with sweat under the sun as Kneesocks own eyes glowed with pink hearts in her pupils. The pleasure of her dear Scanty rubbing their pussies together as this sexual beast of an imp wore away at their hesitations. Inhibition and shame giving way to raw, primal debauchery.*

Kneesocks:”oooh fuck fuck fuck don’t Stop! Get me pregnant you sex machine!!*the twin horned wild maned sister howled as she shamelessly bounced on Moxxie’s cock. Riding him cowgirl style as Scanty hugged her from behind, groping her bouncing tits as she kissed and licked her neck while the imp grasped her hips. Soaking his lap with her pussy juices as her booty was smacked by those glorious balls of his.*

Scanty:”Fuck fuck fuck, sister, i don’t think we could ever find a man better than this!, I need,no I want his babies!!”*she howled and moaned with abandon as Moxxie fucked her doggy style. Gasping whenever he would smack her ass, coaxing deep throated moans out of her. That is when she wasn’t busy pressing her mouth to Kneesocks’ slit, eating her sloppy wet snatch as her sister made out with Moxxie and had the imp lavish attention on her juicy titties.*

Millie watched on with sinful delight at the pornographic show happening before her. Sitting comfy in Loona’s lap as the hellhound fingered her while the camera continued to do its job. Recording away as it captured each and every single moment of her husband rocking Scanty and Kneesocks’ world. The sisters changing up positions or shifting between one on one to two on one whenever Moxxie finally came. The number of orgasms he had easy to keep track of but they certainly had to work for their desire to taste and feel their wombs fill up with that hot alpha imp cream. The usually uptight naughty Daemon sisters little more than bitches in heat,sexual junkies becoming hooked on Moxxie’s cock. Just as Millie intended, it always paid well to see her man never failed to deliver whether it came to killing or sex. After this, especially soon as she and Loona added herself into the mix, ther was no doubt Scanty and Kneesocks wouldn’t want this to be be just a one off thing. Particularly if they’d be open to the idea of Moxxie leaving a few buns in their oven. Just call her man Mox the Imp-regnator…..

[imminent-danger-came]

I am having a moment

[ask-the-dweets]

For how little their imp forms appear in the demon/angel AU I sure like to draw them a ton and that’s because they’re gosh dang cute, Easy to draw, and fit into cat memes!!!!!

They’re just slightly more intelligent cats with apposable thumbs

more info under the read more

Imps

There are two different types of imps, and it can be hard to tell them apart sometimes

The first and most common form of an imp is a young demon, when they are new they tend to be small humanoid mischievous creatures who enjoy causing havoc, 

overall they’re more of just a nuisance than an actual threat and can be easily dealt with if needed

The second form of an imp is a grown demon who has had their power suppressed

The best way to tell a young demon imp from an adult imp is by distinguishing features, young imps tend to be missing features that would make them stand out from others (tail spikes, specific horns, markings, colours, etc.)

This can be a band aid fix to deal with a demon if they are too powerful to exorcize

A grown imp is extremely durable, 

in this form they may not have much power or magic but it’s also extremely unlikely you’d be able to kill the thing either. 

Slice them to bits and they’ll just regenerate

Imps are unable to speak, tend to be relatively weak (strength wise), can hardly use any magic (if at all), and are normally around the size of a house cat

And by unable to speak I mean they can hiss, growl, chitter, natter, potentially purr and the like but they cannot form words

This also means that turning a demon into an imp is not useful if you are looking for information from them

Strong demons can turn lesser demons into imps temporarily as a display of power or if the demon is being annoying. 

This does take a little bit of effort so it is unlikely a demon will just do it out of the blue

Demons can also turn themselves into imps as a safety measure, however; it’s not instant and they cannot control when they change back (normally after 1-2 days)

It's common for an adult imp to find a caretaker for themselves until they're back to normal, it's not necessary but is more comforting to the demon's little pea brain when they are vulnerable while sleeping (even if near impossible to kill)

If a Demon dies and is regenerated back at their pentagram they will be an imp if their energy was lost and they need to recuperate

Adult imps sleep a lot to regain energy to return to their normal form

They can be compared to cats with slightly higher intelligence and opposable thumbs (menaces)

In their imp forms they’re normally more mischievous and animalistic, like a young imp would be. They are basically stripped down to their bare bone instincts and personality.

A feisty demon might become more unbearable as an imp, a greedy one might start stealing and hoarding things they’ve found, a violent one may be very prone to attacking everything it sees, etc.

When a demon changes back after being an imp they can usually only remember bits and pieces, since they’re nearly feral cats it can be rather embarrassing or humiliating depending on what they did in pea brain mode

Angels naturally calm an adult imp as they are a being most likely to have done it in the first place. Adult imps are much more likely to behave themselves around an angel, fallen angels do not get the same treatment

Paisley Imp

Paisley is a little trouble maker, he likes to get into things he’s not supposed to and has an itch to set things on fire

You can stop him if you tell him not to, and if he knows he’s not supposed to you can catch him intently focused on something before he does it XD so it’s relatively easy to stop

If you do things with him though he can be pretty well behaved and easily wntertained since he is rather curious

Things like laser pointers, videos, and other cat/baby toys can entertain him

He’s active in short hyper-active bursts and then sleeps for a while before being hyper-active again

Rather warm to the touch, he’s probably pretty cozy to hold onto

He can set himself on fire and breathe it, even in his suppressed imp form. He’s not likely to do this but he might if he’s frustrated

The fire between his horns is harmless

Finley Imp

Finley is much calmer than Paisley for the most part

He’s more likely to be bothering his care-taker for affection than to be getting into things

Though that doesn’t mean he won’t get into things too

He’s highly likely to steal food, push things off ledges to get attention, and shred cardboard boxes

If you want him to stay out of things just let him cuddle you and you’re fine

Let him sit in your lap, ride on your shoulder, carry him, etc. and he won’t leave

Dwi Imp

A lot less feral than most imps

But highly likely to claw, bite, and use their tail as a whip if displeased

Don’t touch them, if they want something they’ll come to you sort of creature

They like to listen in to conversations and be brought out to simply watch, they don’t normally like to participate in things

They’re more likely to find somewhere private if they need to rest unless they’re alone with their care-taker then they might be willing to snuggle

They won’t normally get into anything that they wouldn’t need to, unless they’re doing it specifically to piss someone off

Most of their actions are out of spite rather than impulse

You could distract them with a fast moving toy, like a string toy or maybe a bug

[sanguine-law]

There's a little knock at their door. Rei stood with Nyx draped over their shoulder. The jester's legs dragged against the ground due to them being far bigger than the child.

He felt a lot of magic approaching. Or, in the area at least. Joseph had changed to his judge form just in case. Magic beings could prove feisty, after all.

And then here was a knock. His ears perked, and he watched from the foyer as one of his staff opened the door to greet the person. Joseph recognized that smell.

He walked over. "I'll handle this one, Herbert. Go ahead and take a break." As his staff walked off with a bow, Joseph looked down at the young girl. He looked at her, then the imp, and sighed. Better they not be seen outside.

"Quickly." Joseph stepped back and ushered them inside. "I'd rather you not ruin my reputation by having him seen around my house.

"Now, what do you want?"

[davnittbraes]

The Fourth Step - Chapter Twenty-Seven

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (not this chapter but the series as a whole)

Word Count: 3400

Warnings, etc.: ANXIETY, depiction of an panic attack, negative thoughts, physical violence and dangerous situations, gross people being creepy, allusions to sexual assault, even more anxiety

Notes: this one was tough for me to write and reread. If you suffer from panic attacks like me, please proceed with caution. Take a break, drink some water, love yourself.

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

Please check out the Series Masterlist page for more info.

The twins suns are high, beating down on Mos Eisley with a strength that feels like a physical weight, a pressure on your skin. Usually, you’d be gritting your teeth through it, looking forward to the weightless cool of the Tatooine night. 

But today, it’s exactly what you need. 

It’s a distraction in and of itself, and on top of leading strings of eopies through the busy streets, it effectively forces your focus away from the churning ocean of undefinable emotion that threatens to bubble up the back of your throat. 

A distraction is good. Doing something - working, being useful - is great. It’s what you do. It’s normal. 

And normal means you don’t have those questions, those doubts, burning holes in your thoughts, singeing those soft parts of you that had always been protected behind walls. 

You need normal right now.

“Watch that one, Kas, he’s feisty.”

You see the eopie start to step out of formation, and pull the rein to guide it back into line. “Feisty, eh? Odd for an eopie.”

“Yeah, no idea where he gets it.” Mikresh leads the eopies around a group of Rodians. “He stole my lunch the other day.”

You roll your eyes, giving the eopie an encouraging pat on the side. “Not necessarily feisty then, just smarter than -“

Mikresh casts a playful glare back over his shoulder. “Please don’t say me. My ego can’t take the hit.”

“If your ego depends on how your intelligence compares to an eopie, I can see why.”

He laughs, grinning brightly. “What can I say, I’m a simple man. Give me honest work, a roof over my head, some good food and drink and that’s all I need. Just don’t tell me if a pack animal is smarter than me, I’d rather live in ignorant bliss.”

You can’t help but smile, his laughter and lighthearted attitude infectious. As he turns to face forward again, pulling the line down a side street, you watch him idly, thoughts drifting. 

Honest work. A roof, some food and drink. 

Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?

Now look at you. Shacked up with a bounty hunter, dodging Imps. Putting yourself right in the line of fire instead of staying low like you should. 

Something bitter floods your tongue, and you swallow it back with an internal snarl, yanking your thoughts back into line. 

“Just around the corner here, then down the street a bit.” Mikresh’s voice pulls your attention back into the moment. 

Focus on the job. Get the work done. 

That’s all that matters. 

*****

The suns are dipping below the horizon, no longer oppressively glaring down on the city as you and Mikresh deliver the last group of eopies. You lean against the entrance to the transport hub while he speaks to the buyer, idly watching the passersby. 

Mikresh finishes his conversation with the hub owner and turns back to you as he pieces through the credits, separating out the haul from the day into a little bag for you. “Here, your share.”

You return his smile as you take the bag. “Well, looks like my career as an eopie escort is over.” 

“Guess so.” He hesitates, gaze flickering over the street like he doesn’t know where to look. 

Your stomach drops. You know what he’s about to say, seen it in his glances and heard it in his praise for how well you handle the eopies. And you’ve been dreading it. 

Because you don’t know the answer. 

Mikresh clears his throat. “So, Kas. I know you’re leaving soon, but I… well, business has been going great, so I’ve been thinking about bringing someone else on, and…”

He finally forces himself to look at you, smiling crookedly, gaze hopeful, even while tension runs through his frame. “You have the job, if you’re interested.”

Pfassk. 

That swarm of undefinable emotion roils, clenches around your heart. 

It would be so easy to say yes. 

Live a safe, quiet life again. 

That life flashes across your thoughts, bright and warm with the Tatooine suns. 

Wake up, go to work, go home, sleep. Every day, the same simple, reassuring routine. 

You could stay here for a while. It’s been a long time since you worked with animals, you miss it - the uncomplicated exchange between you and a living creature who expects nothing of you expect to be treated fairly. 

No commitments, no obligations. 

You’d build up some credits, get your feet under you. Then move on to the next step, like you’ve always done. 

It would be so easy to feel normal again. 

The air is cooling quickly, dry on your tongue as you open your mouth to answer him. 

“Hey!”

A shout coming from your left pierces through the thinning crowd on the street. You look in the direction of its source, searching for -

A man pushes through the crowd, vaguely familiar. 

Oh kriff. 

The creep from the cantina, that night months ago, the last time you were in Mos Eisley. The night you confronted Din, decided to stay with him. 

Followed by four of his friends, probably the same ones from that night. 

There’s no way he remembers -

His face is contorted in anger as he strides toward you, hobbling badly. “You! You’re the one with the Mandalorian!”

Dank farrik. 

For a flash of an instant your hand grips your blaster but common sense stops the movement. You’re outnumbered, you can’t take them all on, you have to run -

But Mikresh - they’ve seen him with you, what if they hurt him?

It’s too late, they’re right in front of you. 

Deep breath. 

Calm. Focus. Control. 

Diffuse the situation. Find an exit. Get away. 

Mikresh steps closer to you, lowering his voice so only you can hear. “Do you know him?”

You set your expression into one of vague pleasantness, readying yourself for the inevitable confrontation. “‘Know’ is a strong word.”

The creep hobbles to a stop just a couple paces away, pointing a finger angrily in your face. “You! I lost my job because of you! Couldn’t walk straight for weeks after you attacked me!”

Resisting the urge to knock his hand aside, you meet his gaze steadily. “I defended myself. I had no intention of hurting you that badly.”

His hand falls to his side, resting on his hips as his expression shifts into a sneer. “You cost me money, now you’re gonna pay me back what you owe, you little bitch.”

Your heartbeat picks up, anger ripples through the calm. 

Steady. Diffuse the situation. Find an exit. Get away. 

The sneer grows, his gaze drifting down your body in a way that turns your stomach. “But since you said you’re sorry, maybe I’ll let you work off what you owe. I’ve got plenty of ideas on how you can clear your debt.”

Ok. New plan. 

You’re stepping into his space before you can think it through, disgust spitting words from your lips. “If you had more than one brain cell in that ugly skull of yours, you would have caught that I didn’t apologize. I didn’t even say that I regret it - which I don’t. Let me dumb this down so you can understand it: I owe you nothing.”

He snarls, spittle flying from his twisted lips, and lunges at you. 

Instinct kicks in -

Your vision blacks out -

A flash of pain -

Pfassk that hurts. 

You blink and your gaze focuses on the man, laying in the street, blood pouring from his nose. His friends stare down at him in shock. Your knuckles sting, hand cramping from the force of the impact. 

Mikresh grabs your arm, tugs sharply. “Run. Get to the alleyways.”

Right. Good idea. 

You spin around and take off toward the nearest entrance to one of the narrow corridors that separates the buildings lining the street. 

Get out of sight. Hide. Then run away. 

The man screeches after you, voice thick with blood. “Get her!”

There’s a shuffle of movement and another shout of indignation and then a flurry of bootsteps are hitting the dirt road behind you. 

Your legs burn as you push them harder. 

Get to the alley go go go -

Mikresh sprints in front of you, long legs carrying him fast. “Follow me.”

With no hesitation, you duck into the alley after him. 

As soon as you’re out of sight of the street he grabs your elbow and yanks you into an alcove, hands pressing to your shoulders until your back is flat against the wall. 

He slips in beside you, peering around the corner at the entrance to the alley. 

The sound of running bootsteps and harsh breathing suddenly fills the narrow corridor.

You hold your breath, listening intently, hand gripping hand your blaster, and your knuckles sting, making you wince. You’d punched him with all the emotion that had been simmering under your skin for the last couple days. 

Kriff, you probably broke his nose. 

He won’t let you get away with hurting him twice. 

If they find you, they’ll kill you. Or worse. 

The bootsteps get fainter as they run in the opposite direction. 

Your lungs release, a rush of blood pounding in your ears. The movement brings your awareness to the warmth of Mikresh’s hands, still holding your shoulders. 

He startles, seeming to notice he’s still touching you at the same time, and lets his hands drop to his sides. 

Your gaze catches on the scraped skin of his knuckles. “Did you hit one of them?”

He smiles crookedly, flexing his injured hand. “The first one to start after you. Thought I could delay them longer, but it’s been a while since I’ve thrown a punch. Forgot how much it hurt.”

A huff of laughter escapes before you can stop it. “Me too. Guess my street-scrapping days are further behind me than I thought.”

“Can’t say that I miss it, exciting as that was.” He echoes your laughter, glancing in the direction the pursuers went. “We should get out of here. Got some where to lay low?”

“Yeah. If you point me in the direction of hangar 3-5, I’ll take myself and my excitement out of here.”

He looks back at you, serious again. “I’m coming with you. In case you run into them again.”

You hesitate, chewing your bottom lip. “I don’t want you to get even more involved -“

“Oh, don’t worry about me.” He grins, features brightening. “Maybe a little excitement is good for me. Something more than losing my lunch to an eopie.”

“Fine. Just try not to punch anybody else.”

“No promises.”

The back alleys of Mos Eisley are a maze and you’re lost within minutes. It doesn’t make any sense - they should run parallel to the streets, along the backside of the buildings facing them, but they don’t for some reason you can’t begin to understand. 

Because Mos Eisley, that’s why. 

Mikresh moves confidently, seemingly guided by some sixth sense. You keep your ears pricked for sounds of footsteps, trusting him to get you to Peli’s. 

Peli. 

The kid. 

Din. 

Your heartbeat stutters against your ribs so hard it hurts. Adrenaline evaporates, replaced by panic. 

You’d been so caught up in the confrontation that you had forgotten what was waiting for you back at the hangar. 

Those shadows creep over your thoughts again, and your focus is too distracted to ignore them. 

What are you doing, going back to him? You know he’s going to leave you one day, why are you putting yourself in a situation where you’ll get hurt? 

You’re smarter than this. You’ve gone this long making choices that protect yourself from hurt like that. 

Go. Run away. 

Leave him before he can leave you. 

Panic wells up, bitter on your tongue. You try to swallow it back, last thread of rational thought pulling up those words you’ve repeated to yourself countless times, that mantra that saved you time and time again.

I am alive. 

I am safe. 

I am going to survive. 

Something cracks deep in your chest. Light bursts across your vision and then suddenly it’s night and the grass is damp beneath your legs and the trees are rustling in the cool breeze as a low, soft voice floats over your head. 

I survived before I met you. Now, I live.

Your mantra fades, replaced by a a desperate plea. 

I don’t want to survive. I want to live. 

Please, I want to live. 

“Are you alright?”

Mikresh is looking at you, brow creased in concern. 

You blink back the tears stinging your eyes, thoughts still racing as your awareness slowly filters through them. 

You’re standing still in the middle of the alley, hands clenched into fists at your sides. 

When had you stopped walking?

Something grips your lungs, squeezes tight. You gasp instinctually, body desperate for oxygen, but that same pressure compresses your ribs and the breath leaves you in a rush. 

You try again. Inhale quick -

It hurts kriff it hurts -

You can’t breathe you can’t -

“Hey, Kas, look at me.”

Mikresh is grasping your arms, stepping close, eyes widening with fear. 

Fear. 

It rushes through your body, ice cold. 

Your vision swims, black at the edges.

Energy saps from your limbs and you stagger, his hands the only thing holding you upright. 

Help you need help you can’t breathe -

“Kas, slow down, you gotta slow down and breathe -“

Can’t can’t can’t -

Bootsteps.

Voices shouting, echoing, faint but somehow also right there, right behind you. 

Mikresh, fingers digging into your skin, pushing you forward. 

“Run, Kas!”

Then you are. 

You don’t know how. 

Your lungs are burning. Legs trembling with every impact of the ground beneath your boots. 

Tears blur your vision, the narrow alley a wash of shapes. 

Unfamiliar. 

Help please -

Run away -

Someone is right behind you. A hand grabs your elbow. 

“This way, the hangar is this way -“

The hangar. 

Help is at the hangar. 

You follow the someone - Mikresh - blindly. Everything is too much and you can’t see, can’t breathe -

“Right here, it’s right here, go -“

He’s pushing you out of the alley and into the street. 

And there, the high walls of Peli’s hangar blocking the twin suns as they near the horizon. 

It feels like seconds, minutes, hours but finally you’re there, running through the hangar door, out into the docking bay. 

There’s the Razor Crest and the pressure in your lungs tightens impossibly and you stumble under the weight -

It’s too much, seeing that place you call home, knowing you’re going to lose it. 

The only home you’ve ever known -

Strong arms catch you in a firm hold. 

Cool metal and warm muscle under layers of fabric. 

Familiar. Comfort. Safety. 

Din. 

Hands cup your face, tilt it gently. “Tionas. Look at me.”

A cry squeezes past your too-tight throat at the sound of that rasping modulated voice, murmuring that nickname. 

That voice and that name swirl over your jagged thoughts in all the ways you’ve heard it, quiet and gentle and rough with pleasure and shaking in laughter and heavy with that same emotion as the warm bright thing in your chest. 

And stabs through the ice-cold and hits your lungs. Floods your chest, thawing. 

Your vision clears, brightens, and you look at him. 

The black visor is steady and grounding. Dying sunlight painting his armour a rosy glow. 

Mesh’la. 

His thumbs stroke your cheeks, soothing. “That’s good. Look at me. You’re safe. Breathe.”

You’re struck, rooted to the spot where he’s holding you, cupped in his hands. 

Guiding you back to him. 

The weight evaporates off your chest and your lungs fill, stinging as they expand and contract, slowly moving into a normal rhythm. 

In and out, in and out. Keeping time with the small movements of his thumbs on your cheeks. 

Bare thumbs. Smooth callouses, warm skin. 

He took off his gloves. 

Your focus suddenly shifts, awareness expanding to take in your surroundings. 

Peli is a few paces away, holding Din’s blaster. Pointing it at Mikresh, who is standing with his hands raised in surrender, gaze flicking between Peli and you. 

A spike of protectiveness shoots down your spine, and you reach up to take Din’s hands, pull them away from your face and turn slightly so Mikresh and Peli can’t see them. 

Looking up at the black visor, you summon as much energy as you can to make your voice convincing. “I’m ok. And he’s not a threat.”

There’s a pause, and you can sense him assessing Mikresh, tension curling his fingers around your hands. Then the helmet tilts toward Peli. “You can lower the blaster.”

She shifts, firming up her stance, blaster still pointed at Mikresh. “You sure, Mando? I’ve got grounds, he’s trespassing on my property. And he did barge in here, chasing after your woman.”

You turn to face her, putting yourself between them so Din can slip his gloves back on without exposing himself any further. “He was helping me escape.”

Din’s voice crackles sharply over your shoulder. “Escape who?”

“An old acquaintance.” You glance at him as he moves around you, gloves back in place. “The guy with the bad knee.”

The helmet swivels to look at you as he obviously gets your reference. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. We got away.” Gesturing toward Mikresh, you attempt a half-smile, exhaustion creeping in around the edges. Pfassk, you’re tired. “Thanks to him.”

Peli grunts noncommittally, finally lowering the blaster. “Fine. One wrong move though, and I’ll shoot you. Don’t think it won’t.”

Mikresh lets his hands fall slowly to his sides, nodding seriously. “Oh, I believe you.” He glances at Din, then looks to you, a mix of concern and curiosity in his expression. “Are you alright?”

You wipe a hand over your face, wincing at the feel of grit and sweat on your skin. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for your help.”

He pauses, corners of his lips downturned in skepticism, but then Din shifts beside you, end of his cloak swirling with the movement. 

Mikresh looks at him, a long moment of something unspoken passing between them before he turns back to you. “Well, I should be going, then. Just take care of yourself, alright?”

The sincerity in his voice soothes a little of the ache in your limbs left and you smile despite the energy leaching from your body as you stand there. “I will if you will.”

His gaze brightens with a spark of humour, tempered by another glance at Din. “Deal. But you know, that offer… it’ll always be there. If you change your mind.”

A breeze floats through the hangar, soothing your heated skin, and for a moment those dark thoughts rise again, tempting. 

But you turn them away. 

I want to live. 

Offering Mikresh a thankful smile, you throw him a little wave. “Thank you. Be safe.”

He nods once in acknowledgment, casting a wary look at Peli before turning and walking out of the hangar. 

A soft coo grabs your attention - the kid, peeking out from behind a tool crate, ears drooping with uncertainty. 

Your heartbeat skips as you stride toward him and scoop him up. Those ears perk up, his big eyes wide as he curls his tiny claws hands into your shirt, and you smile down at him. “Hi, kiddo. I missed you.”

Din moves toward the Crest, keying in the command to open the crew door on his vambrace. “Repairs are done. We should get going.”

The view of the hold through the crew door calls out to you, feet already moving toward it.

Toward the familiar. Toward safety. 

Toward home.

You’re exhausted. Your lungs still sting with the effort of trying to breathe for so long. There’s a rawness in your chest that feels like someone scraped them bare with a dull knife. 

The realization of what just happened - not the confrontation, not the running from those who would do you harm, but the days spent listing in those dark thoughts, lost and drifting, is settling over you, draining the last of your strength. 

Yet the kid is a calming weight in your arms, and your skin still prickles with the memory of Din’s touch. 

You’ll work through everything later. Right now, this is all you need. 

*****

Mando’a translations

Tionas - question

Mesh’la - beautiful 

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Do you … think interclass/interracial relationships are inherently imbalanced and therefore should never happen? Like these imbalances exist (especially with Stolas where he’s literally coercing him into sex) but if it’s a loving couple who balances best they can (BeeTex, Fizzozzie, etc.), you think they should split and “reunite with your own kind?” What in segregation

“Shipping Blitzfizz is racist” (?)

Can I answer your frankly kinda snarky question with a question? Do you think secret interracial relationships between royalty and the oppressed and enslaved subjects are unequal? I would never say shipping stolitz is racist, only that how it handles race is deeply problematic and fans are clearly trying to ignore or minimise that if they try claim it’s not. But they’re demons coded as a certain race.

Anyways, anon, no, not in the present day. Obviously. You cant have any idea about my background cause i keep it private, but my family members are of multiple races and ethnicities. Assuming this based on my cartoon ships is so out of pocket.

But anyways, during the segregation and slavery eras where some entire races were seen as second class citizens but still used as courtesans and concubines for royalty? Like Stolas uses Blitzø, and what Ozzie was only able to free Fizz from due to his own power and privilege of his role in society? Absolutely. That’s fundamentally messed up as long as the other persons entire race is still being subjugated, specifically by the royals they are attached to. With nothing being done to rectify it.

And also, knowing that they might not be able to survive if not for said royals favouring them as performers and ‘saving’ them, isn’t that odd?

Mind you, also, far as we know Bee keeps her boyfriends kind, her own subjects, in cages when they don’t have parents. As long as this is going on unaddressed, yes this makes me uncomfortable as well. The fact Ozzie, Stolas, and Bee all have anger issues and intimidate or hurt members of lower classes, also makes me uncomfortable. Ozzie and Bee don’t treat their partners this way of course, but it still concerns me.

See how weird it gets when you use human race dynamics a little bit too literally for demon cartoon ships? But yes, the racial dynamics in this universe, as it stands, are imbalanced, scarily so. And imps in a general sense outside of their favourites, are treated poorly by both Ozzie and Stolas who use the term in a reductive (“that feisty imp” “limpdick imp “my impish little plaything”) even oftentimes derogatory manner. And Fizz/Ozzie will always have a place in my heart, for sure, but it’s getting a bit too crooked until we see why their relationship was secret and until Oz gets solo development. Hint: it’s because Ozzies people hate fizz for being an imp.

I treat the relationships as normal, with the exception of stolas because that story is unsalvageable no matter if he abdicates and is mortalised, it’s too much.

But anyhoo, that’s not the reason I like Blitzø and Fizzarolli’s mysterious and slowly unraveling love story (and yes, it still is one) and chemistry, take out all the racism and slavery themes which in my opinion were far too dark for Viv to handle maturely since she can’t stop woobifying the oppressors and vilifying the oppressed who don’t play nice) and id still love them. Their story of loss, circumstances forcing them apart, misplaced hate, ego, fame, overcoming the need for external validation or masking it with false bravado, performing, abuse, mutual hidden love, partnership, affection, finding beauty in the roughest of places….yeah that’s it for me. There is so so much there.

On a last note, I think more diverse pairings of royals and hellborn is needed. For better representation, diversity (hello where are the lesbians?) and so that people can stop accusing me of this oddness just based on me liking blitzfizz.

[bunny-lou]

Helluva Boss - Striker/Millie/Moxxie fic

Summary: Striker gets a call from the last imp he would ever expect. He’s about to begin the weirdest threesome in Hell and come to terms with his past along the way.

(This is just a little excerpt from it to see if anyone is even interested in it.)

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"Striker.”

He looks away from the patrons of the bar and to his guest. “Mildred.” He stands and shakes her hand, just like the first time they met. The hospitable Southern charm had never been a show, at least not entirely. “How can I help you?”

“Millie is just fine,” she says as she sits. Her spine is straight and her hands are folded on the table. “Thank you for meeting me.”

“I never say no to a lady.” Striker tips his hat to her.

“Okay, quit the shit.” She says, not unkindly. Her lips pull into a frown. “You know I’m not your biggest fan after the way you treated Moxxie.”

Striker tosses back his drink. “I do know that, which is why I’m so surprised you wanted to see me.” Fucking with Moxxie had been fun, watching him squirm and grit his teeth at every challenge. Striker had like his feisty little spirit, the way he fought so hard.

“Your treatment of him is why I asked you here.”

“Aww, little man has his lady fight his battles for him? That’s a-.”

“Do you want to fuck my husband?”

Well hats off to Mildred for managing to shock the fuck out of him.