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[m0rb1dch1ld]

In. LOVE. With this! I can’t wait to wear it once it cools down more!! I used tuteate‘s super braided cowl tutorial to help make this! If you guys do loom knit and haven’t checked them out yet, please do so! They’ve got some amazing tutorials that are easy to follow along!

I am tempted to make it in a different color. 😩

Enjoy!!

[fanfictionstuff]

Sick Amaimon x Reader

Idea I had while talking to @m0rb1dch1ld about how we'd take care of Amaimon. 🥺

 “I can’t believe I forgot to do my Japanese homework,” you grumble to yourself, flipping through your textbook. The class isn’t until after lunch, so if you work on it now and in between classes, you should be able to finish before lunchtime. You’ve arrived earlier than your classmates, so for the next fifteen minutes, you bury your head in the textbook, eager to complete it as soon as possible. Just a couple of minutes before the bell rings, your seatmate joins you. “Good morning, Amaimon,” you whisper to him as he settles into his seat, making sure not to say his name too loudly. “Good morning, ______.” His voice comes out hoarse and raspy. You turn abruptly to face him, your concern intensifying with every passing second. He looks unwell. The dark circles under his eyes have deepened significantly, casting a shadow over his already pale complexion. His nose is bright red, and his skin appears unusually flushed, indicating that he may be battling a fever. Every detail of his appearance stirs a deeper wave of worry within you.

“Oh my God, Amaimon, are you okay?” You press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. “You’re so hot. Why did you come to school?”

Your boyfriend just stares at you, confused. “Because it’s Monday. I have to go to school.”

A moment later, the teacher walks in and calls for attention. Not only does Amaimon have a fever, but he also has a slight cough, the teacher only manages to get through ten minutes of class before instructing you to take Amaimon to the nurse. You quickly agree, grabbing both your bag and Amaimon’s before leading him out of the classroom. Instead of listening to the teacher about taking Amaimon to the nurse, you instead opt to take Amaimon home.

“I can’t believe you’re sick. You were perfectly fine just yesterday.” Before you both step out into the cold, you take off your scarf and wrap it around Amaimon. As you start to tie it for him, you feel his warm breath brushing against your hand with each exhale. “You can’t breathe through your nose?” you ask gently. Amaimon shakes his head. “Okay, I’ll take you home.” You walk along the pathway quietly, with Amaimon breathing heavily beside you, “Why can’t I breathe right?” He complains, “And my throat hurts.”

"If your throat hurts, it's best to stop talking. When we get to your home, I’ll have Belial prepare some tea that will soothe your throat.” Amaimon lets out a grunt, not bothering to argue, as he reaches for your hand and entwines his fingers with yours.

It’s only a short walk to his home. When Belial greets you at the door, you ask him to prepare something for Amaimon’s throat, mentioning that you’ll be taking Amaimon to bed.

Once Amaimon steps foot into his bedroom, he starts to remove his clothes. “Amaimon, what are you doing? Don’t take your shirt off!" You frown at him as he discards his sweater vest and begins unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “But I’m hot; I need to take it off," he protests, carelessly tossing his shirt onto the ground for Belial to pick up later. You pause. Oh, right, he should probably remove his clothes if he has a high fever. “Right, go ahead.” You sigh, watching him remove his pants; when he’s down to his underwear, he drops onto his bed. “_____, what’s wrong with me?”

“You’re sick, Amaimon. I hope it’s not the flu.” However, with how abrupt the symptoms came, he most likely does have it. You know a handful of your classmates have been out with the flu. “Does your head hurt?”

“Everything hurts, but it’s an odd pain.” His eyes narrow as he gazes at the ceiling. “It feels more like an annoying pain than actual pain. Does that make sense?” he asks as you step into his attached bathroom to grab a washcloth and run it under cool water. “Yes, it sounds like aches, which are common with the flu,” you reply, stepping back towards him with the damp cloth in hand. “Does this help?” You gently run the cloth over his face before moving down to his shoulders and upper chest. “A little.” You lay the cool cloth across his forehead, hoping it will help sooth his aching head. He gives no opposition, and he sinks deeper into the bed, looking like a child suffering from his first bout of illness.

"Your body is doing everything it can to fight off whatever is making you sick," you explain, gently brushing a stray hair from his forehead. You feel grateful that Amaimon is allowing you to care for him; it’s a side of him that few ever get to see.

"Is being sick always like this?" His voice is barely a whisper as he speaks, trying to avoid causing further pain to his throat while the two of you wait for Belial. “Not always, but often," you reply. You can’t help but wonder just how severe the symptoms really are. You remember how Rin attacked him that night at the camp, and although Amaimon clearly took a beating, he didn’t show any signs of weakness then. Yet, the flu seems to have more of an effect on him. Are the symptoms intensified because he’s a demon?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Belial enters the room, carrying a tray with steam rising from a teapot. Alongside it was a bowl of chicken soup and some medicine for the flu. Immense gratitude fills your heart at the sight of this. He bows respectfully once he passes the tray to you, reminding you to call on him if you need anything else.

With careful hands, you assist Amaimon in sitting up so you can serve him tea and soup. Gently, you lift the cup and hold it to his lips. Initially resistant, he eventually relents under your caring gaze and slowly sips the steaming liquid. As you set the cup back on the tray, Amaimon mutters something under his breath, his parched lips curling into a pout of annoyance. “It’s gross," he complains as he grabs the cup from you and pulls you beside him on the bed. “Amaimon, you should finish it; it’ll help soothe your throat.” As he struggles to drink the tea, you reach for the bowl of soup. “Are you hungry? This will help, too.” You offer a spoonful of soup to his lips, and he glares at the spoon before finally opening his mouth.

His eyes remain fixed on yours as you carefully spoon the soup into his mouth; each swallow brings a wince, yet he eats without a word of complaint. 

"Being sick is annoying." he mumbled, dropping his hand heavily onto your lap. As the warmth from the tea and soup begins to seep into his body, his eyes grow heavy-lidded.

He gazes at you for a long time, his eyes shimmering with a peculiar blend of annoyance and appreciation. You can’t help but chuckle as you gently run your fingers through his hair. It’s unusual to see Amaimon like this, subdued by something as common as the flu, yet it’s also strangely endearing.

His hand slides from your lap to grasp your own, his claws pressing in just a bit. “This is frustrating,” he murmurs, a cough racking his body once more. His entire frame trembles with the intensity of it, yet he maintains his grip on you without faltering.

“Just rest, Amaimon," you urge softly. "You’ll feel better after some sleep.”

He leans against you, allowing his body to relax completely. "If you stay with me, I’ll sleep," he murmurs. You lean closer, pressing your lips to his forehead. "Alright," you reply. Amaimon lifts his head slightly, capturing your lips in a brief kiss. You let out a sigh. “Now look, you’re going to make me sick too.”

“That’s fine. I’ll know how to take care of you.” He drops heavily against the bed, pulling you down with him. 

Despite Amaimon’s words, later that night, Mephisto is fussing over the two of you and he’s the one making sure you’re both taken care of while reprimanding Amaimon for his selfishness and its impact on your health. 

[vnights]

I’m so down for a SB interaction with Sophie! I’m just not sure who XD

The 'Wild-Card' requires an equal response! ☀️ Sunny! (Plot may include others due to both parties indecisiveness.)

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This night is truly devastating. History is repeating itself, a group of children, vanished, with only but one lone survivor, the small boy having both the courage and motivation to flee his attackers before he could meet the same fate as his friends.

That, however, is somehow, unrelated to this incident.

Though happening in the same building, the situations are different, a girl merely dozing off in a hidden area, waking only after daylight had bidden its goodnight. To ones delight, her eventual activity would be found by a particularly energetic 'play-mate', who is MORE than happy to keep her company until the doors open.

He just has to notice her, first.

[mechanicaldance]

Ballora gently brought Sophie into her grasp and simply planted kisses all over her granddaughter’s face and head. What’s this? Just random affection.

Sophie cant escape.

@m0rb1dch1ld

[croc-n-roll]

In the Dark Again

Starter for @m0rb1dch1ld

[michaeldschmidt]

The Trench

Continuation of this, for @m0rb1dch1ld !!

[five-nights-of-protagonists]

📓 permission to work at the fazbear’s fright attraction form

((Hehehehehehe oh god I’m evil))

"Hm? What's this?" Michael asked as he placed his coffee down beside him before picking up the paper that Sophie had just passed to him. Reading it over, his brow started to furrow more and more, until her looked extremely angry. "Where did you get this?" He asked, eerily calm. It took a lot to get him angry, to the point that even his wife, Charlie, would be scared when he's angry.

[humming-fly]

Do you have any headcanons for the devil’s nest gang? :3

Headcanon A:  realistic - While the majority of the devil’s nest chimera are affiliated with the military, several others like Bido have no military background and were presumably just picked up off the street at random for experimentation. There’s also a decent number of people in the gang that Aren’t chimeras but are instead just other societal outcasts.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious - Martel had the snake tattoo before she was turned into a chimera and she is Convinced that’s the reason they stuck her with that animal. Dolcetto maintains that they stuck her with a snake because she was constantly hissing at the doctors.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends - We don’t know the exact nature of how the chimeras escaped from the labs but given dolcetto’s flashback i assume if given the means there was some mercy-killing that occurred on the way out

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own - I’ve always assumed bido was the member of the nest that had been a chimera for the longest, and could even be the longest surviving human-based chimera based on that. He clearly wasn’t military and was from a notably earlier run of chimera that both couldn’t change form like roa/heinkle/etc. And didn’t look human like dolcetto and martel. There’s a good chance because of that he’s actually known greed the longest out of all the chimera in the nest.

Headcanon master post

[avarice-inclined]

@m0rb1dch1ld replied to your post “This just in, Dol is makin’ fun of me…”

“Can’t be mad if it’s the truth.”

“Listen here, young lady, don’t you take his side, I will not hesitate to ground you.”

[askthehatboxghost]

@m0rb1dch1ld 

Within Gracey Manor, the knock echoed throughout the foyer. Within moments, the figure of a maid materialized, her hands folded nearly across her apron and her expression severe, but ever dutifully prepared to attend to get task. She approached the door to answer it, but paused when a cold hand caught her by the shoulder. She sighed, closed her eyes to hide them as she rolled them and turned. 

 "Yes, Master Thomas?" the maid said, barely able to contain her annoyance at his excitement. 

 "Let me open the door," the- seemingly- young man pleaded, "please? Just this once. We haven't had guests in ages!" 

 "Sir, it's probably only-" 

 "Oh, please? They'll never know the difference!" he insisted, "you know I can make myself look very much alive. I'll make myself look like any of the butlers. It won't frighten the guests at all." 

 "If I may, I don't really think-" 

 "Really, I can handle it!" Thomas said, already noticeably more solid, "you can just go back to doing whatever you were doing before. Don't worry a bit about it!" 

 "I don't-" 

 "Just go relax, then," he said, guiding her out of the room. She huffed as he hurried toward the front door. 

 With a grin that he hoped was inviting, Thomas took a moment to adjust his coat and hat and stand up straight before opening the door with an agonizing, now hardly used, creak. 

 "Welcome to Gracey Manor. How may I assist you?"

[m0rb1dch1ld]

“Mangrove paradise”

Practicing with backgrounds! It was so stunning seeing this in person, that I needed to paint it! I love how crystal clear the water was! I did see some fish swim by. None of it felt real.

Let’s play a game!

Comment down below how many leaves do you think are painted!! I’d love to see your guesses!

WIP’s

[kingdomheartsmarts]

Demyx would be that one person who spends BANK ON HIS FISH TANKS.

He is

[vnights]

“I may have done something, but you have to promise not to yell at me.”-Sophie

For the Angst

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"Oh no. That doesn't sound good... What have you done?" Spoken with all the sternness Michael can muster- And it isn't much..

[mechanicaldance]

Tags both of you bc I can

@roxyrxceway

@m0rb1dch1ld

it also comes with a lil booklet that tells you all what’s in the box, if there’s any allergens, and there’s some Japanese so you can learn a few words/phrases too! And where exactly in Japan each snack comes from

pics under cut

[goodboydolcetto]

★ for tsu?? I know we haven’t done any rp’s yet and I’m so sorry (0-0)”

How Dol would feel

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[dolcetters]

@m0rb1dch1ld​ said: [ coffee ]

** platonic / familial actions. your muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

•••

▐│∶x∶; —                             ... aw, shit. he can already tell this is gonna be... an experience.

she sets the mug down across from him, nudging it the remaining distance to his side of the counter. there's a glimmer of pride in her eyes--achievement. she's brewed her first coffee for them. she's made the ( as blondie so repulsively puts it ) "sweet bean juice" that'll get them through the morning, and the kitchen all but reeks of it.

we're not going to bring up that the reason the kitchen reeks of it is because some of it has ( and still is ) burning at the bottom of the pot.

dolcetto sends an almost pleading look back to owen and roa. don't make me drink this, his gaze begs. they look away. 

...fucking... traitor rat bastards. 

and dol sighs, picking up the mug with a small sigh and an attempt at a grateful smile.

            ❛ heh, uh. ...thanks. kid. ❜

he knows that owen and roa have already--if not immediately--turned their attention back to him. assholes. eager to watch him writhe his way through this. he takes a slow sip of the... hhhnnnhhhunusuallythick liquid. he might as well be drinking dirt water.

guess if the labs taught him anything, it's how to drink "water" even when it tastes like sewage. he supresses a cough, raising the mug along with his brows to her.

            ❛ MMMMM... it's STRONG--it's good, ❜

he says. he smacks his lips, somehow managing to keep himself from slamming the mug down on the counter.

            ❛  wooo. think i'm wired, already! from one fuckin' sip. ❜