It’s 6 am I am angry at you/j
Anyway, my friend noodz, could I please request something entirely new still involving our Red and Blue ?
Okay so basically Monster under the bed Au, or Eldritch monsters living with you, with Red and Blue ?
I don’t care if it’s NSFW or not, there is 1 thing I want of it and it’s a scene where reader has their head hanging from their bed with their arm because they want to turn on their light but lost motivation to do so, and so stay motionless for a bit and suddenly feel something grabbing their hand and softly kissing their lips, while they can’t see shit ?
I have no idea if it makes sense pls I am so sleepy rn
-EDS anon
I went with sfw!
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Ever since you’ve moved into this house l, you’ve never been alone. You aren’t sure what they are, as they don’t make themselves all that known.
But you know they are there.
From messes being cleaned by the time you return to them, to chores being done, to food on the table.
It freaked you out at first.
You don’t live with anybody, so who’s doing all this?
You learned quickly this house came with roommates.
You don’t see them, just barely out of the corner of your eyes.
But always gone when you go to look.
They listen when you talk to yourself, deeming themselves your fiends.
Blue and Red, is all they told you.
Well, all one told you.
Red is far too quiet, while Blue doesn’t bother to hide his sounds.
They move like wispy shadows.
You try not to think about it too much.
Or think about how much they tower over you.
You can feel them standing behind you sometimes.
Blue will talk to you if it’s him, his voice almost echoey as he speaks so boastfully.
Red won’t say anything, just stand there watching you cook, or clean, though he hands you want you need.
You know they are in your room with you, but you don’t say anything.
Even now as you’re reaching for the light switch, that you need to switch on before getting comfy in bed.
You groan as you stretch, trying so hard not to have to get up.
“Come on…”
Your voice strained, before you fall limb, having grown exhausted from that.
Your arm and head hang off the bed as you sigh.
You close your eyes and accept this is your life now.
Just as you were about to ask one of them, you feel a cold hand cup yours so delicately.
The wisps from his shadowy form curling around your hand and wrist.
You squeeze your eyes, keeping them shut and now wanting to spook whoever it was, off.
You take a sharp inhale of air, feeling such a soft, gentle kiss on the back of your hand.
Then another.
And another.
Slowly moving up your hand to your arm.
You hold your breath, as you feel another’s breath fan against your face, before slowly leaning closer to press his lips against yours
He puts more pressure, trying to get as close to you as possible.
“Hey! Don’t go making moves without me, you ass!”
You jump, eyes opening at the loud voice.
You lock eyes with Red, gasping softly at the monster under your bed.
He’s so handsome.
But he doesn’t let you look at him for long, disappearing in smoke and back under your bed.
And two fiery eyes stare back at you in the dark.
“He’s so rude.”
You squeak, feeling your bed move as Blue gets it in with you.
“Trying to take you for himself, doesn’t he know how to share?”
“O-oh.”
Is all you could think to say, as Blue curls around you, his chest to your back as he spoons you.
Maybe having monsters in your house, isn’t such a bad thing.
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I want to start a thread of doll customization stuff that sounds metal af out of context, like
"If you boil the head, it'll become soft enough to remove the eyes"
"People are ripping off the dead Queen of England's head to steal her body"
"If her sleeves are too tight, pull her hands off first"
Please add more, I want to collect as many as possible
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13 - Familiar
Every time she went under the needle she became less herself and more something else. She could feel it in sinew pounding to a primeval beat, in skin prickling with unfamiliar heat before erupting in forms alien to her. The abominable elegance of it all did nothing to sate her turmoil.
She knew it should terrify her, but how could it when it made her heart race so rapturously, when it made her feel so alive? How could anything bother her after the needle was laid down for another day and that most important of all the world's voices graced her ear with its silken promise:
"You're going to be so perfect~"
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