#toodles and trinkets! :)

[munsonsfairy]

Eddie is not a gentle person

but did you know eddie likes cheese and flowers. his bookmark has garfield. he likes to have flowers put in his hair by you. his favorite snacks are mac & cheese with chicken nuggets. but! they have to be dino nuggets. he mismatches his socks with one covered in dragons & the other being a plain black one with a hole in it. he would rather freeze if it means you can wear his jacket. he gets so giddy when you bake for him. keeps every trinket you got him in his van that his dashboard is covered!!! you like fleetwood mac? he’s singing little lies with you. collecting sea shells with you. will probably grab them with his toes and try to show you but fail and flip over. will gladly go trick o treating with you. doesn’t get bothered if you watch gilmore girls for the billionth time. (me. i watch it all the time. just like i am right now :p). has a big tub of food for the stray cats and a raccoon family he feeds every night. they come at 6:00 waiting for him. kisses you all over your face just to hear you giggle. throws himself on you and wishes he was closer to you. he blows raspberries into your neck and bites your shoulder. comes from behind you and throws you over his shoulder. head bangs so hard his hair gets tangled with his headphones. thinks peanut butter and pickles are amazing. (don’t fight me on this. try before you deny hehe). refuses to kill spiders. will make silly faces to babies in the checkout line. goes crazy for the movie practical magic. he was crushed to learn the house isn’t real. loves when you put blush and lipgloss on him when you’re bored. and of course he’ll blush when you call him pretty. let’s you put beads in his hair when you braid it. will watch you sleep with love in his eyes because you’re pretty as the moon. (his words not mine).

moral of the story: i can mold him to be the most gentle giant there is. you can mold him into whoever you want him to be.

he’s fictional. eddie munson is fictional.

toodles. 🌷✨

[aboredindividual]

Omega Fashion

The main difference between omega fashion and other dynamics is the division they use. In alpha and beta fashion, the clothing is divided by the first gender, male or female. In omega ones, the clothing is divided by development stages of the omega in question: Immature -> Mature and Unmated -> Mature and Mated -> During and Post pregnancy. Those stages show significant milestones that omega hit and every transition from one to another is often celebrated by their families.

The clothes in question have the most variety and complexivity of all the secondary genders. They often make a point to show off omega's social status in question, resulting in razzle dazzle type of clothing, regardless of division. The unsaid social rule states that omegas' overall image represent the wellness of the house, ensuing a custom where omegas are often pampered with multitude of robes, jewelry and trinkets.

Immature Omegas

Omegas typically wears those clothes from their presentation up untill the age of 18-19 where they will then be considered mature. The clothing style consists of Long, multilayered skirt, a long sleeved underrobe,strap tank and an overrobe with short wide sleeve. The clothes are to show off omegas innocence and childishness ( that they have, lets not forget that they are under 18 and considered a child). They are often easy to wash and breathable. When it comes to an omegas neck and wrist areas, they are often covered by simple neck necklaces and wrist warmers.

Mature and Unmated Omegas

It's the stage where omega is at 18 years of age and considered eligible for mating and marriage. The fashion favours many layers and body modesty. The clothes are often elaborate and eye-catching where omega's beauty is accentuated with careful layers and jewelry. They range from body fitting to loose, light to dark coloured etc. During this stage there will be time where omega will start to court people. You can discern fully single omega and courting one by one difference- the jewelry. Single omega's jewelry around ones neck is often simple but covering omegas neck fully with matching wrist bracelets covering their scent glands whereas courting omega's jewelry will be more elaborate and detailed. There is also a trend in fashion where omega will wear nail jewelry, that is small and unasuming but adding elegant touch.

Mature and Mated Omegas

This clothing stage focuses on showing off shoulder and neck area, where mating bite resides. This fashion division makes it known that omega is off limits and dazzling with happiness. There is present large amount of decorations, jewelry and layers. Those mated omegas often really invest in how they look to show off themselves and their mates as a sign of pride and fullfilment. Furthermore this fashion isnt only reserved for omegas without children, Omegan mothers can fluidly switch between the maternal fashion and mated one as both of them kinda coexist together, it is matter of preference tho which fashion individual omega prefers. The nail jewelry is also present where omegas lets their nails grow to bigger lenghts while still being unobtrusive when permorming tasks.

During and Post Pregnancy

This fashion is reserved for expecting and present mothers, where they want to show off omega's belly and neck area on full display. Those clothes offer more mobility and freedom than all previous divisions and try to put omegas in ,,godlike'' clothes to represent their strength and beauty while carrying their young. Even omegas who are after childbirth often still remain in those clothes to show off their ,,mom bod'' and fertility.

Edit: I shifted Ming dynasty clothing up to the post pregnancy region because i kinda thought about it. While the two piece clothing that shows belly is fine, it would be pretty irresponsible to wear it on cold weather. Plus the Ming clothing covers whole body, doesnt obstruct belly and looks pretty cozy (at least on pictures), hence the change :)) Toodles

[krislgfox]

(↑this thingy belongs to @just-michael799 , (hope it's okay if I tag u?) :])

Made a fishsleuth fan child, I'm not sorry

Some fun facts below↓:

-All ants in her "aquarium" is real and every single one of them have a name(Finn helped with choosing names)

-Antoinette got same sence of humor as Finn, but instead of fish jokes it's ant jokes

-Antoinette is the same height as Toodles but younger than her

-Her music team in twisted form is a Black Swan motive

-In her twisted form she's running on her tiptoes

-She's a little ballerina

-In her(twisted) idol animation she's spinning around with closed eyes and open them when she's chasing someone

-Her trinket is a gift from Toodles

-In her twisted form all her ants are dead bcz of ichor(not very fun fact)

Edit: remarked Antoinette's ability design

Idk what else I should add

[toons-and-doom]

You said that some toons would have certain trinkets to help them- we know that toodles would probably have a glow-in-the-dark dog plush, but what would everyone else have?

Hmmm

- shrimpo’s brick. It doesn’t have any special properties besides the fact it’s indestructible. And that only Shrimpo can pick it up, it’s impossibly heavy to everyone else. Maybe he attaches a string to it and wacks toons.

- Perhaps razzle and dazzle’s ribbon turns into a type of wip to keep twisted back?

- goob’s friendship bracelets (there are only 2) the wearers to have a psychic link, like they can psychically communicate (only the two bracelet wearers tho)

- perhaps Rodger’s magnifying glasses reveals hidden pathways?

I really need to think about this more

[remedyxtragedy]

Scintilla--

(picture created by me) Dainty heads are rested onto pillows of sunflowers and orange carnations as grief-stricken hearts bid them farewell, squeeze at their hands, and leave to them trinkets of endearment as they go on in dull locomotion Guiltless, dauntless, rageless eyes observe from a nearby hedgegrow, basking in, drinking in the melancholic display he's woven with juxtaposing joy Such beautiful pictures they painted, nails glossed a youthful crimson and all the while there they lay in those small bodies hardly shy of maturity adorned in red dresses, sprawled across their beds of rest so elegantly yet capriciously like petals ripped from a rose and scattered by the elements of nature Flickers of a life once precious and pure dance across their cold pale faces, iridescent of the beauty that still graces them even in their eternal calm There's a scintilla of something sweet and fruitful that beckons fiendish hands, beyond their untainted flesh and bone, nestled deep in their supple marrow, bashful and wary of the knives that threaten to carve them, the fingers that yearn to pry at them, and the eyes that linger to shamelessly relish their vernal allure The taste of their vibrance is one that's never failed to ensnare and capture a man who's heart, mind, and soul has long since been consumed by flames of lust and lechery New Autumns and springs are telltale of another collection of nosegays he pricks and fondles at till they bleed the essence he so fancies, another fragment of his former self that will now corrode and wither off into ash with the very conceptions that once restrained him from frolicking too deep into the meadows of desire that enticed him deviously

With a skill he's honed through every vibrant flower he's ever met to pluck from its garden and later desecrate for thrill, he treats them no different than a tender fruit and peels back the layers that keep him from the richness buried inside

The succulence and freshness, however, can only be preserved for so long before the flavor goes stale, the color fades away, and the petals begin to wilt, and so in his own way the man bids them farewell, a proper departure most deserving for a flower now dull and dry and all devoid of the vibrance it once yielded, dissolved of the very thing that gave it value

Always, will the Scintilla of innocence embedded in any flower desirable to the eye ignite the dawn of a new harvest

Decided to post a poem today instead of a Remedy talks, which I'm frankly kind of glad about because this is the first poem I've ever actually put intricate thought and effort into and I'm actually, surprisingly, kind of impressed with the results. However, I'm far more interested in other people's thoughts and their interpretations; I had a particular story to tell and I want to see if people can actually derive that from what I've created

But without further ado, toodles

[plasmaapologist]

did the lady next to me at the conveyor sushi place think i was insane for more or less only eating avocado rolls? yes. do i care? NO

anyways! its time for a TULA HAUL!

( Video: Tula sits cross-legged on the bed of her hotel, several bags sprawled out around. Mini can be seen sleeping on a pillow behind her. Clearly exhausted but still bright-eyed, she begins pulling books out of the bag. )

"You filmin' Motom?"

"ZZZT!"

"Okay okay, alright, so, I got three books for Calli, but I'm not showing them, because it's a SUPRISE and I know her nosy ass will watch this."

( Tula holds up a bag, presumably holding said books, and tosses it off the side of the bed. Heres to hoping she's on the first floor. )

"Alright, shit I can show this time. Uhm... Oh! Yeah, okay, so I've got abouuut.... five? Pokémon biology books here. Pretty basic shit, but it was nice to be able to get them at a discount. Medical shits expensive. This- okay yeah its this one. This ones technically for kids, but like, look at the drawings!"

( Tula holds up the book to the camera, showing a cutsey, but not inaccurate, drawing of an Eevee skeleton. )

"I've got a human biology book too, just like, for funsies, I guess. And because yall have too many issues. Okay, uhmm... *rustle, rustle* Oh, fuck. I forgot about this. Did you guys see the 12 year old with the Pachirisu? Yeah, they were handing out THEIR FANFIC. The bravery there is insane. Apparently, this ones about Maxie and Archie. Should of saved it for last, because it's clearly the best thing here."

( As the next book is grabbed, you can see Mini roll off the bed in the background. She unceremoniously floats back up and goes back to sleep on the pillow. Must happen a lot when you're so orbular. )

"I don't know if I got anything else interesting. A couple of books on psychic types, a couple of cookbooks; oh Arc, I actually found a book about Plasma. Will be telling you all how accurate it is. Got one about Galactic, too, but I can't really give as thorough of a review there. Uhhh... where was I... OKAY, yeah, right. This is an illustrated guide on Sinnoh's ocean life, and this ones about Hisuian Zorua and Zoroark, and I think - Yeah, this is the last one. This is the same one but with pictures. I found it at the end of the day."

( The bag of books goes on the ground with a thud, and a bag of various non-book items is pulled from behind the camera. )

"This is long as shit so I'm speedrunning the trinkets. Five bookmarks, two magnets, a couple of pamphlets, a necklace, a w- okay wait no you're not allowed to see that one. Uh, a wallet, like, 12 stickers, a pair of socks, a drawing of Mini some kid gave me, and a rock that Sidon insisted would "summon some ladies." Didn't work. That's it, I think? Okay, yeah, that's it. Toodles!"

( Tula reaches up and switches off the camera. Video end. )

[junglefurytrash]

Hello DW Tumblr, I come baring OCs I'd like to share! One is still a bit WIP, but the other I've fully finished! That being..

"Toon R-006 - Stardust the Sleepy Star Child"

Type: Toon Role: Supporter " A gentle face that brings a calm presence, Stardust is one cosy constellation! They're never one to turn down a good nap, but they'll always be there to light up their friends' night and show them and children that there's nothing to fear about the darkness! " - Information Card/Poster

🌈🌼" Good choice! She'll keep your rain clouds away! "🌼🌈 - Dandy, upon purchasing their Toon License in-game

"Twisted Stardust - Let Sleeping Star Children Lie"

Type: Twisted Rarity: Rare " Their glow dimmed and circumstances scary, Twisted Stardust is afraid of the darkness she used to walk through. They sleep somewhere on the floor, and can't hurt you, but they'll start crying if he's woken up and scared. Keep the music box playing or else other Twisteds will get rowdy! " - Twisted Research

Stardust's Stats & Trinket:

Twisted Research Trinket: Starry Night Music Box " The faint music and soothing energy from this music box helps you stay grounded and calm. Increases skillcheck size by 10%, but decreases skillcheck chance by 7.5%. "

Stardust's Handler Design, Suzanne West:

I was very thorough with this one as you can tell.

Meet Stardust the Sleepy Star Child, a Support Toon who specialises in helping make life a bit easier for teammates by decreasing the speed and aggression of Twisteds around them. Their high Skill Check Stat is used not for extracting machines but instead for maintaing their ability once active around a Twisted, and their high Stealth allows them to walk beside Twisteds following a Distractor and inflict Slow 1 without drawing attention.

Their ability to decrease the aggression of Twisteds primarily allows them to act as a "babysitter" of sorts for certain Twisteds; Twisted Razzle & Dazzle under the decreased aggression will allow 1 person to get away with running through their circle without waking them, Twisted Glisten will take longer to snap and freak out upon elevator doors opening, Twisted Scraps and Twisted Goob will use their abilities a bit less often to yoink other Toons, etc.

Stardust's a quiet but friendly kid; Her best relationships are with Toodles (who Stardust views as a Best Friend and calls "Toodle-Roo") and Astro (who Stardust views as a Big Brother and calls "Ro-Ro", they would routinely be a part of Astro's shows and on his Floors during the Centre's open hours during the day). They don't fully understand the gravity of the situation due to being so young, which is also why their Twisted counterpart does not do damage or attack. When Twisted Stardust's music box isn't wound up and he starts to cry, other Twisteds will become more aggressive and cause the opposite reaction, detecting Toons quicker and/or attacking them faster.

Also, do note that in my and my friends' interpretation/AU of the game and it's lore, most Toons had their own Handler prior to the Centre closing - These Handlers were mostly part-time hires, and were assigned to work under each Main Toon's Handler who acted as their Manager. Suzanne West, Stardust's Handler, was one of the exceptions and was a full-time hire due to the Toon they were assigned to being.. Well. A literal child, who people didn't want running about and wandering off with zero supervision. (She loved her Star Child v much.)

[NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE THE DEVS BEHIND DANDY'S WORLD AND THEIR ACTIONS, I AM JUST AN ENJOYER OF THE GAME. I DO NOT PUT MONEY TOWARDS THE GAME OR THE STUDIO MAKING IT, AND YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER.]

[your-local-number-simp]

15 Opinions about Dandy's world (Not sure if these are popular or unpopular opinions) + Ideas

1: Vintage Toodles barely changes, she's like Pokemon with a bad shiny. The only thing that drastically changes is her dress but that's just clothes

2: Not sure if Twisted Dandy has an idle animation but if he did he should be loafing

3: There should be a rare chance that a twisted on a floor is vintage and the research of that twisted should be double on that floor (It should be a rarer chance to be a vintage twisted depending on how rare that twisted is)

4: A daily log in streak, you get a little bit of ichor every day you log in, you start at 10 ichor and every day gives you an extra ten (day 2 gives you 20) and the streak maxes out at 100 ichor per day

5: A better health system, not like change the health system but change how the toon looks depending on how much health they have, that way healers can more easily tell who needs healing

6: New skins, I know more skins are coming out but like give the toons a twisted skin. Nothing really happens except their eyes turn red and they get a little ichor on them, you could unlock it by getting killed by the same toon as yours a couple of times

7: Why did Razzle and Dazzle's price change?! It used to be 1000 ichor and after the update it got turned to 2000!

8: Better lobby, maybe make the lobby bigger and add some Easter eggs to find that give you an badge and maybe a secret skin or trinket

9: Party system, add people to your party so when you go in a elevator only people who are in your party can join you in the elevator

10: Customize option, maybe sell a pass that lets you customize a toon, like you could give them a few colors for different body parts like the skin and eyes so they could customize their toon. Like a skin but you get to choose

11: Visible trinkets, like make the toons hold the trinkets their using or something

12: Is Shrimpo wearing a dress or not?

13: Give Pebbles a cat skin, like its Pebbles but he's a cat

14: Friendship system, make twisteds be less aggressive to toons they like, like Twisted Dandy will be less aggressive to Pebbles and Astro and Twisted Goob will less aggressive to Scraps

15: More facial expressions, even if its just in roleplay mode

[8bitatari]

Atari's Dandy's World Challenges!

The goal of all these challenges is to reach and beat Floor 20. Good luck!

-> Bare Handed Challenge

You are not allowed to use any items, regardless of their importance or usefulness.

You cannot use any trinkets either, except for Savory Charm if you choose to use a main.

You cannot buy from Dandy either.

-> Ramen Challenge

You are Brightney, and must survive without getting hit once.

You can only use trinkets and items that boost your speed.

-> No Meds? No Problem! Challenge

You can't use Bandages or Health Kits. You also cannot vote for First Aid / Medical Attention on odd-floor votes.

If you're doing this with a group, you cannot be healed by Cosmo or Sprout.

You cannot use Savory Charm.

-> Pure Luck Challenge

Let's go gambling! This challenge requires you to use Toodles!

Aside from medical items, the only items you can pick up off the ground or buy from Dandy are Gumballs and Enigma Candies

The only cards you can vote for are Lost & Found / Blind Grab and Medical Attention / First Aid. Otherwise, you have to let the game automatically pick a random card.

You can only use Crayon Set and/or Fishing Rod. Of course you can use the items that these trinkets give you.

Good luck!!

[ image is from the Dandy's World Fandom Wiki ]

[gobblewanker]

The Mystery and The Isosceles

Ch 13: A Face Without a Body

Also on AO3

Out on the horizon, the sun had just peeked its head over the purple sea spilling reds and yellows like fire onto the morning clouds. The warm light ignited the gold plating decorating the sides of The Isosceles’ hull and illuminated the faces of the crew gathered nervously on deck. The men—and others, if nothing else at least their captain wasn’t prejudiced—huddled close seated on barrels and chairs and the worn decking itself as they murmured conspiratorially in the early morning light. Many among their ranks sported nasty injuries to tell of last night's struggle, but at least they were alive. Others were not as fortunate, but the dead had already been thrown overboard: Sentiment had no place on Cipher’s ship.

Despite the warmth, the mood was cold and serious. Even many of the crewmates who’d been senselessly drunk the night before had dragged themselves out to join the impromptu debate.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the door to the captain's cabin opened and the first and second mate stepped out only to pause at the sight of the congregation.

Pyronica marched up to them with her head held high and her expression dour, the clicking of heels following her. Kryptos followed a distance behind.

“What are you all doing?” She demanded. The crew looked at each other dubiously, nobody immediately rising to answer. ‘Teeth’—The ship’s loosely designated physician, named so by Bill for his former job as a barely qualified barber surgeon—was elbowed by the person next to him and hopped down from the barrel he’d been seated on to face Pyronica. She towered over him with his short stature.

“Look- we, uh- We've been talking and some here—not naming names—were kind of… Suggesting we maybe cut our losses and ditch?”

“ Excuse me? ” Pyronica demanded shrilly, her pinkish face becoming flushed with outrage.

“Look- I’m not saying I agree but-” Teeth was quick to defend himself, but another crewman rose to the challenge.

“We all know the Captain can be a bit of a loose cannon. We signed up for that.” Hectorgon grumbled. Pyronica wished she could bite his head off. “But getting himself and a quarter of us killed just because he decided he wanted some dusty old trinket? He’s slipping.”

“He’s going to get us all killed.” Someone else voiced agreement.

“We’ve got a good thing going here, why bring him back to mess it up?”

Pyronica snapped back at them, taking another step forwards angrily with her hand on her gun. “Who do you think got us to this point you useless disloyal-!”

“Look, you dumb broad, why do we keep saving him when he’d leave any one of us for dead?”

“Just because you think he’s some kind of knight in shining armour doesn’t mean-”

“I’m your first mate, I call the shots here!” She fired the pistol once into the deck right next to the foot of the last person to speak. “If I hear another damn word of mutiny your guts will be next week’s rations!”

“Alright!” Kryptos stepped forwards, gratingly false smile on his face as he passed Pyronica. “Let’s all look at this rationally. It would be very convenient to desert while Bill can’t retribute, wouldn’t it? Split the gold, head back to port and go our separate ways, enjoy your lives; toodles and all that.”

Pyronica grumbled, but took a step back regardless. She couldn’t stand the smug diplomacy as Kryptos continued like the upper class twat he was.

“But do you idiots really think we’re his first crew? He’s been alive for centuries. Do you really think he’s never had to start over on his own? He’ll find some poor schmuck to trick and possess with or without us, and when he does, well… The captain is not a merciful man.”

A collective shudder went through the crew at the unflinching mention of that word. Possession . They all knew, of course. But it was something more pleasant not to think about. Really, calling the captain a man was inaccurate. The word tasted wrong in conjunction with his name. All of them were acutely aware.

The man they looked at wasn't their captain.

It wasn't the man they bowed to and cowered from. It wasn't the man who's word they obeyed with fearful precision.

The man wasn't their captain.

The thing wearing his skin was.

Kryptos continued. “I’d suggest that next time you feel the itch to leave, you remember he’s more likely than not listening.”

“We’re heading to the usual port, get to it.” Pyronica said, before turning abruptly and walking back towards the inside of the ship as the crew reluctantly got to work. 

Most ports weren’t worth the risk to stop in, but there were always the few that had realised just how lucrative their presence could be. It was a simple exchange, really. Don't speak carelessly to outsiders, wait on Bill and his men like a royal procession, and in return, ill-gotten gold will flow through the streets like water. They needed a few safe ports, places to restock and recuperate. Besides, the itinerant  nature of the people living in major ports meant nobody would question a few disappearances when Bill’s vessel broke and a new one was needed.

“You get too worked up on his behalf.” Kryptos’ longer strides caught up beside her.

“You don’t do it nearly enough.” She snapped back.

The rest of the crew were a bunch of ingrates, Bill was the reason they could live freely and do whatever they wanted. He was the only reason plenty of them were even alive, he was the reason she was alive.

She’d been on ships her entire life, leaving Europe with her father as a little girl after her mother was burned on accusations of witchcraft. She was never a good girl, violent and vicious, and happy to bully the other powder monkeys as she watched her father and the gun crew work. Some people didn’t mind, but the only person to have ever turned around and praised it was Bill. He was the first person she ever met who saw cruelty and admired it. Who rescued her, and took her away to a place where she could be as savage as she wanted.

She’d been imprisoned the first time she saw him. Already sentenced and slated to hang for using the ships cannons to fire on the mansion of a governor. She’d been locked in a damp cell when the door had been kicked in by a gaunt man in garish golden clothes, weapon drawn and face irritated. He’d come to retrieve his ship’s master gunner who’d apparently been locked up after a drunken brawl, but was clearly angry at the inconvenience. When he began speaking to her on a whim and learned of what she’d done, he laughed and offered to take her instead.

She didn’t trust him. He was a stranger. A man. One with unclear intentions who’d appeared from nowhere, and offered to take her away. She had enough street smarts to know not to go anywhere with him, but the alternative was the gallows. She accused him of indecency, and he just shrugged.

“Decency is overrated, but don't flatter yourself darling.” He told her with a lazy grin as he leaned on the bars. “All humans look disgusting to me.”

At the time she never questioned the way he phrased it; like humanity was a group to which he didn’t belong. But she relented and took his offer. His smile widened, and he made short work of the cell door lock. 

Her name was Veronica. He dismissed it, and said he’d give her a better one. 

He did.

“Yes, well.” Kryptos’ voice brought her back to the present. “We can’t sail anywhere if you shoot all our crew.”

“If the mutinous idiots want to talk a big game they should be prepared to deal with the consequences.” Pyronica snapped back. “You owe him too.”

In a way, he supposed that was true.

His head had never been on the line the way hers was. As the youngest son of a noble family, his life had always been comfortably miserable before meeting Bill. He’d had practically no autonomy to speak of over his own life, overbearing family members and rigid social structures dictated everything. The rest of the crew still saw him as a spoiled nobleman. He’d never starved and begged and slaved the way they might’ve. But that didn’t mean life was easy.

His whole life he’d been told exactly what to do, how to stand and speak, how to dress and act, and how to carry himself at all times. Even when he usually wanted to do the exact opposite. It was like living in a very ornate cage with eyes that never slept plastered on every wall. Social affairs, parties and balls were insufferable; those sorts of things were meant to be for entertainment. Why then, did he have to spend them all stiflingly dressed and smiling politely at people he’d rather shoot? He felt like a spring wound tighter and tighter until he felt he’d break in two.

Everything came to a boil when his parents decided to have him marry for the sake of their politics. He meekly accepted, like a puppet dancing to its strings. He’d been doing that since before he learnt to walk.

Bill had crashed the party. He didn’t know why or how, maybe he was scouting it out, maybe he was planning to attack, maybe he just wanted free food. But they’d spoken.

Maybe Bill saw something in him.

Maybe he just knew an easy mark.

Kryptos still remembered the question clearly. Still recalled Bill looking out at the dolled-up nobility that felt so sickeningly fake behind the plaster and paint. Bill looked at him, and spoke.

“What’s money and power with this many strings attached? Don’t you want to taste real freedom?”

Bill gave him a vial and asked him to poison the wine.

He never looked back.

Bill watched his two seconds in command from the mindscape as they separately returned to their quarters. Incorporeally, he observed the crew working out on deck now that they’d finally decided to stop with the whining and do their jobs. It was so much easier to get people to do what he wanted when they were in stabbing range.

It was a while since Bill had been able to actually use any of the powers that came with being an interdimensional creature. Obviously, humans couldn’t reshape the laws of physics, but when he possessed a vessel even the purely mental ones were cut off. Precognition and clairvoyance couldn’t be filtered through a human brain without frying it. While being cut off from physical sensations was insufferable, Bill could at least take the opportunity to check up on things. He’d already scoured nearby islands and found a man who resembled his last vessel closely enough, going to get him would be his crew's problem, and there wasn’t much more Bill could do after relaying it to Kryptos and Pyronica.

Instead, he turned his once again all-seeing eye to those hated twins on their ship. He watched the brothers arguing over something or another, but noted with some satisfaction that Stan’s wounds seemed to be slowing him down. His face was ashen, and he swayed on his feet. Hopefully it’d get infected and the stubborn old idiot would keel over. He was shouting something at Ford, and-

Ford .

Bill couldn’t express how much he hated that man.

Not only had Ford betrayed and tricked him thirty years ago, but he’d not even had the common courtesy to die like he was supposed to afterwards. Bill should have killed him himself. Or better yet, make him his next vessel. He’d fitted the archetype close enough; male, brown hair, light skin, young adult… Cut out the eye and get rid of the inconvenient finger and nobody would have noticed the difference, just like they hadn’t ever before. 

When people were distracted by the scars, the teeth, the solid gold false-eye and loud clothes they never noticed it was the wrong face wearing them.

But no, Ford had to go and get too ill to be of any use.

Bill took some solace in the memory of the last night he’d had Ford on his ship. If the old man’s reaction to seeing Bill when they’d fought was any indication, he still remembered vividly too. 

Ford had laid on the floor, his breathing ragged and his appearance unkempt. Bill had towered over him, watching with satisfaction as Ford flinched when he stepped closer. His eyes were squeezed shut but opened frightfully as Bill touched his face. Bill had taken his jaw in a gloved hand and pulled his chin up to face him as he spoke softly.

"I'll let you die. But I get to do whatever I want with you for the short remainder of your worthless life."

In truth, making any kind of formal deal with a dying man wasn’t much use. But it was fun .

Bill wanted to see Ford suffer. Ford had promised him Cascada—he’d promised him salvation —and then gone back on it. He deserved every bit of pain and humiliation Bill could inflict. Making him take one final deal if he wanted it to stop was just a bonus. It wasn’t as if Ford could have fought back even if he’d tried to, but making him agree to his own torture meant Bill had one more thing to hold over him. It meant that no matter what he did, it was Ford’s own choice . It meant that Ford was letting Bill hurt him. It meant that Ford wanted it.

Not really, obviously. Bill wasn’t stupid, he recognized a deal under duress when he saw one. But the accusations were one more weapon.

He had a hunch of how Ford might have been saved, and a quick look inside the man’s mind confirmed it.

If it was one being Bill hated more than Ford, it was a centuries dead shaman, and if there was a being he hated even more than that, it was The Axolotl.

As far as Bill knew, The Axolotl didn’t have much reach into the material world. Not because he wasn’t able to, but more because he preferred a hands-off approach to the whole deity thing. Bill had a sneaking suspicion the overgrown tadpole was responsible for the seagulls that always seemed to increase in number whenever Bill got a new body as some sort of godly guilt-tripping. Other than that, he only knew of one direct result of his interference.

Jheselbraum the oracle.

The woman was more of a frontier physician really, but that was what she was referred to as. Bill had his human posse, and The Axolotl had his. Bill had only ever interacted with her once, and he’d rather not remember that pathetic moment of weakness.

After the shaman betrayed him and destroyed Bill’s gateway to the world alongside Port Cascada, Bill tried to distract himself from his isolation in the mindscape by taking and discarding human hosts at random. For a bit, it had worked. 

He didn’t remember whom his first vessel was, it had been so long ago and the original identity was irrelevant. But what he remembered was how absolutely vibrant the world was when he experienced it for the first time.

It was intense. Just the sensation of breathing was overwhelming. The sound of a heartbeat in his ears was deafening, the air had taste, his muscles tensed and relaxed as he ran fingers over the skin and all of it was new. All of it was intense and vibrant as he moved from body to body and life to life. Eating, sleeping, drinking, all of it. He wanted all of it. He wanted to freeze, he wanted to burn. He wanted to touch, he wanted to tear. He wanted to drink and he wanted to drown . All of it was so new. All of it was intense . All of it was satisfying. Every new thing was a high.

The sea smelled like salt, he would have never thought that. It tasted like salt too, and it made him vomit when he drank it. Vomiting felt disgusting, and feeling that was incredible. The sun above that same sea made his vessel's skin turn a different colour, and when he waited long enough it burned and blistered and peeled. It was a different burn than the first time he stuck his hand inside a fireplace, but both were painful. Feeling pain for the first time was blinding. It was fun . There were so many human things that were fun. Rum and violence and meaningless games, nights spent in seedy ports, and all the different ways he could find to dispose of spent bodies once they became too damaged for him to continue inhabiting them. He spent centuries chasing sensations. Everything, pleasure or pain, was good.

Until it wasn’t.

Until eventually, every sensation and experience had been done over and over until it was all done in. At first, even the blandest of meals had been enough to satisfy. The newness of it all made even the slightest hint of flavour overwhelming. But with the years it stopped being enough, until he wanted none of it, and couldn’t even feel the hunger pains of the resulting starvation.

Everything followed that same pattern. The pleasure, the pain, none of it was fun anymore.

That was when he surrendered himself to asking for help.

Jheselbraum was kind, and he hated her for it. She spoke gently. Insultingly so, like he was some wayward child in need of direction. Or a pitiful addict like those strung out in the opium dens.

“Technically, everyone's addicted to being alive.” Bill retorted behind a broken smile. “You should see their reactions when I make them quit.”

In the end, he shouldn’t have bothered going to her. There was no help to get. She told him he was too destructive. That if she helped him find a way to enter the world as himself, every living thing would suffer. Never mind that he was suffering. He should have killed her, but the frilly bastard wouldn’t let him. Instead he decided he would have to take it upon himself and find his own way back to his old gateway and salvage it.

He had a sneaking suspicion of how Ford had heard about ‘Port Cascada’. Bill’s first permanent body had been back in the early 16th century: A conquistador captain who had been easy enough to convince to hand over his body and ship to a ‘divine being’ on promises of glory and a city made of gold. They’d been a band of thugs already, Bill just made it official. When he eventually lost that first ship, the crew scattered and some took with them stories and relics.

Ford’s father was a merchant dealing in exotic goods and antiques from the brave new world. If any of Bill’s old things had found their way there, he needed them back. He needed to find Cascada again, no matter the price. He’d sail to the arctic and personally dig out time baby if he needed to. Compared to that, breaking into a shop and killing the owners was nothing. But he couldn’t find anything useful. Whatever had given Ford the name wasn’t there anymore. 

The registry gave him a few crumbs to follow though. He found records of his first crewmates’ ships diaries; bought but never sold, and yet still nowhere to be found as he turned the house upside down looking for them. The only other relevant item was an old tapestry with an item description Bill was sure he recognized. It had been sold to a Spaniard with a name Bill thought he remembered from his old crew, a possible descendant if nothing else. Following the lead eventually brought him to the Northwest family.

The Northwest family brought him to a young girl returning back from London. He led his crew in intercepting the ship and taking the girl to demand the relic in ransom, but in doing so was shot and bled out back onboard The Isosceles.

It had happened before. Plenty of times, enough that it was routine. Pyronica disfigured the body to avoid anyone identifying it and catching on. They’d done it often, discarding used vessels into the sea. But this time it didn't go to plan.

This time, the body was found by the worst possible people. This time, a discarded corpse with its face burned off set off a chain of events that lead to Bill’s most blatant death yet. This time, there would be no quietly recovering the remains and carrying on as if nothing had happened.

This time, Stan, Ford, and everyone had to die before they could tell.

[staugustinesgrove]

The Revenge's Protector

“Those coconuts are needed for drinks!” Roach protested, trying to scoop as many of the husks into his arms before Frenchie could grab anymore. He already had taken 3, and he was not ready to deal with Stede’s wrath when he couldn’t make that Coconut Rum cocktail that Oluwande had introduced to the crew from their dealings with the Native tribes. Ever since they’d returned from the vacation, Stede had made sure they were stocked with coconuts and the natives of the island had been greatly compensated with money and weapons to keep the light-skins at bay. “Captain will kill me.”

“I gotta protect the room, Roach, from the sea hags who keep cursing us with ill fortune.” Frenchie held one of the coconuts up to the light flooding through the porthole, checking for dents before nodding in approval. Ever since their running aground, Frenchie had begun properly building up the wards for the ship. He couldn’t let himself sail around on a ship that wasn’t properly guarded from both physical and astral attacks. He gave Roach a sweet smile before his eyes caught another item needed, reaching out suddenly to snatch up the ball of cooking twine from the preparation countertop. Roach let out a gasp, scooping his arms around the remaining tools on the top in a protective manner. Frenchie lifted up the twine and wiggled it in between his fingers. “Gotta have twine to string em up.” 

“But the Ham-” Roach was exasperated, deflated as he watched Frenchie begin to wrap a length of twine around his hand before beginning to knaw at the end to cut the length he needed. He didn’t understand why half of the crew didn’t keep knives or at least a machete on their person at all times. Realising he couldn’t properly reason with Frenchie, or convince him to give back the coconuts, Roach huffed. “Fine, fine. But Captain will hear if I can’t prepare the proper amount of rub because you took the twine.” 

“You’re a dear.” Frenchie blew a kiss in Roach’s direction, giving a small to-and-fro dance of joy as he shoved the twine into his pocket. “Toodles!” 

***

“And the seaweed is for-” Stede queried, watching Frenchie carefully as he lowered down to the side of the ship to collect any seaweed that had become tangled onto their equipment. Frenchie had rushed up to him, begging to have cleaning duty so he could pilfer seaweed from wherever he could find them. Stede wasn’t going to deny the man a job he clearly wanted to do, especially when it was the job of cleaning the ship. No one wanted to do that on an ordinary day. They would all return covered in slime, smelling of seaweed and salt, and in need of a deep soak in the communal bath that Stede had installed for them. If Frenchie was so determined to do the cleaning, then so be it, but the explanation that began as he lowered Frenchie down on the seat had thrown him through a loop. 

“Wards evil. Keep the crew safe.” Frenchie yelled up, thumbs up as he let Stede know to tie off the seat as he was in the perfect spot. Grinning as he began to peel pieces of the seaweed from the rope ladder that hadn’t been properly rung up after their last visit to port, Frenchie couldn’t help but kick his legs out a little in excitement. He shook it out, giving them a nice hard sniff to confirm it had enough sea salt goodness to do the job before shoving them into the bag he’d tied around his waist. 

“Of course, of course.” Stede nodded, cataloguing that for later so he can asked Lucius to write that down in the ‘Crew superstitions’ section that he had started. The amount of lucky charms, trinkets, and seafaring tales of magical creatures had given them enough material to fill at least 3 pages so far. Most of the pages having been filled with Frenchie’s insights. However, there was still a question lingering on Stede’s mind. He leaned over the side, looking at Frenchie with a small turn of his head. “And exactly what are we being kept safe from?”

***

“From unwanted spirits.” Frenchie explained, shoving the freshly picked lilacs under Lucius’ nose as he returned to his side. He shook them lightly, trying to waft the sweet smell in the direction of the scribe. “That way we won’t have any ghouls stealing our supplies.”

Lucius’ nose wrinkled, pollen tickling the back of his throat. When he had agreed to go with Frenchie to shore, on Stede’s orders of course, he hadn’t realised it was to gather flora and fauna for some weird ritual. However, it beat having to do any kind of manual labour so he happily hopped in the rowboat to go to the small island strip where Frenchie had apparently needed to collect items from. Moving his head to the side a little to try and spot his nose and throat from closing up from the smell, Lucius moved the book closer to his face. “And the lilacs… do that how?”

“Well they exorcise the bad energy, because the dark forces don’t like bright colours or smells.” Frenchie stated matter-of-factly, leaning up onto his tippy toes to try and read - well, err, see - what Lucius was writing. When Lucius stopped scribbling away to give him a look, Frenchie reached out a hand to tap the inner pages of the book Lucius had been scribbling into. “Write that down.”

“Oh I will…” Lucius did a little sing-song as he scratched the quill across the paper once more. Lilacs’ smell and sight are too bright for bad energies. Done. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, thinking for a second. “Any other properties? Associations?”

“You what?” Frenchie pursed his lips, closing an eye to squint in Lucius’ direction as he tried to understand what he meant. Was this some kind of trick? Was he making fun of him? Frenchie couldn’t gauge it. “Lilacs don’t own property, man. They’re plants.”

Lucius let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to think of a way to phrase it better. Of course Frenchie would misunderstand that question. Sometimes Lucius was sure Frenchie chose to misinterpret what he meant sometimes, if only to give him the opportunity to talk some more. Biting his lip, he glanced around the bushes before him as he tried to think of a better way to say it. “What… else… do the lilacs do?”

“Oh! Why didn’t you say that.” Frenchie let out a small laugh, as if it was obvious that that was going to be the next question. He moved over to Lucius’ side excitedly, looking at the paper as he began to list them off from the top of his head. He raised a finger, beginning to count them so he didn’t forget anything. “Well the white ones are unlucky, unless they got 5 pieces and then they are good for money. If ya burn the purple ones, you can get better sight into the future and help you make good choices.”

“Mmmm. Fascinating.” Lucius dove into transcribing. “Anything else?”

***

“You know, the pine tree leaves keep you from getting sick.” Frenchie smiled over at Jim who was cleaning their face in a basin on the deck. He had suggested that they mix some herbs in with the water to wash with, but Jim was less than open to the invitation of a potion or lotion made by Frenchie. “So if you ever get knicked with a blade, you should put them on your bedside or nail em to your door so you don’t need Roach’s help later on.”

“No one gets close enough to cut me.” Jim shook the water from their fringe as they stood upright, pulling their shirt up to their face to wipe off the droplets. They couldn’t be bothered looking for a towel, especially not a clean one.

Frenchie glanced the faintly visible scars on Jim’s chest that peaked out as they wiped their face with their shirt. This wasn’t the first time he had seen their scars, but it felt like the perfect time to make a point. Looking back up at them as their shirt dropped back down, he gave a small wave in the direction of Jim’s chest. “Roach did.”

“Stupido, that was needed.” Jim rolled their eyes, folding their arms as they leaned against the wall. “And I didn’t get infected then either. I didn’t have pine then.”

“Maybe cause you eat so many oranges.”

“Qué?"

***

“Orange peel helps with happiness and affect your energies.”

“Huh. Okay.” Oluwande nodded, popping another segment of Orange into his mouth. He didn’t mind spending some downtime with Frenchie, mainly because he always had something interesting to say. Chewing lightly, he glanced at his side where he’d collected the peels. “Just the peel though?”

Frenchie stopped tapping his hands against the cart for a moment, brow furrowing as he tried to remember whether or not it was just the peels. “No,” He finally answered. “I think the juice also. That’s why they’re… yeah, they’re good for scurvy.”

Oluwande popped another segment. “Because of the energies?”

“Yeah. Like the juices mix with your energies and balance them out, making you fight the scurvy and stay healthy.” Frenchie was a lot more confident in his answer now, returning to drumming lightly on the cart he was sitting ontop of. “Same as Grapefruit. That’s also good for balancing your energies out if you think you’re being cursed.”

“Why would people be cursing you?” Oluwande queried, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to catch any juice that may have spilt. “What’s the benefit of cursing anyone, really?”

“So they can make their energy better by stealing yours. Thats how they get you. They take your energy, and they make it go all weird like.”

***

“And then energy gets… stale?” The Swede frowned, trying to understand what exactly Frenchie was explaining to Wee John.

‘You know he’s right.” Wee John pointed at The Swede with conviction. “Ever since he put up that garland, the room isn’t filled with bad luck anymore.”

“That’s cause I put the seashells into them too.” Frenchie reached into his pocket to pull out a bunch of abalones, scallops, and augers. “These fan-like ones look like the sun, so it has good energy. These long ones here-” he held up the auger shell for Wee John and The Swede to Ooo and Awe at. “-are protective, because they’ve got the pointy end which you use to move your energy into and let out your energy to keep you from harm. And the shiny sides of these-” he lifted up an abalone to the sky, to let the sun shine off of the inner side of the shell. “Are good food but also good for appeasing the sea gods. They give you good luck for plundering.”

“These shells all do that?” The Swede reached out to take one of the auger shells, pressing the tip into his finger to check if it as sharp before waving it around like a stick.

“Be careful!” Frenchie snatched it back from him, shoving them all back into his pocket. “You don’t want to put your inside energy outside like that. It might attract witches.”

“Witches?”

***

“They put oils on the back of their neck and travel across the sky to find weary sailors and fishermen.” Frenchie held the lantern up high, illuminating his face and his free hand as he took over the story time for this still night of crew bonding time. He had volunteered to tell the spooky story for tonight, as Stede’s attempt to find something suitable had come up empty.

“How do they travel?” Ed asked, fingers combing through his beard as he listened absentmindedly.

“They take their sticks of magic and ride on them with the demon spirits’ blessing, trying to take control of anyone who isn’t keeping themselves protected.” Frenchie grinned. “Their cats sit on the top of the stick, pointing them to where they should go.”

“Bullshit.” Black Pete groaned, leaning backwards into Lucius’ arms as he flopped backwards in boredom. “I ain’t never seen a witch in the sky.”

“That’s because the ship is protected from their sight.” Frenchie felt so proud as he stated this, watching as Roach and Stede lit up with joy in their faces. “We are warded from spiritwandering. But the ships wandering without protection, those are the ones that were attacked.”

As Frenchie launched into his story of witches, black cats, and bloodshed, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest. The fact everyone was listening to him, had been listening to him, and not making fun of his beliefs and tales was the nicest thing that he could expect. Despite Black Pete’s interjections, and Jim’s playful jabs, he knew that they all had their own thing they had to keep them safe on the open sea. Stede had his trinkets from home, Jim had their ancestral blade, Olu had his jewellery, Ed had his secrets, Wee John had his doll, Lucius had his lucky scarf.

As he began to detail how the witches entered the crew of the damned ship’s minds with her sea chants, Frenchie couldn’t help but grin. His mother would be proud, wherever she was now, with him remembering her warnings. His grandmother had given him rituals and charms to pass down, and though he would never have a family of his own blood he would pass them onto his family here.

His Revenge Family.

[seraphscrypt]

🌼🌈 I'm worried about sounding mean about my interests but there's so much that bugs me in game that I want to express so bad. Putting all of it under the cut since it'll get long.

So Gardenview is supposed to be an education center/museum (for whatever reason) then what is with all the Toons? If we stick with it then only a handful make any sense having been created. They literally could've went with an animation studio and stuck with that since there's silly cartoons all over and the fact that the ichor looks like ink. The amount of storyboards and character sheets included. (It'd be similar to something like BATIM but that's about it.) Another thing, why is it literally in a subway station. For an education center/museum that makes NO sense unless we get actual world building for it to work. It's so stupid.

Personally the roleplay mode Toon Rooms feel rushed. Some are okay, but that's about it. It's just okay. Living room is probably the worst part for me personally. Half the toons missing rooms sucks, like are Main Toons getting their own floor entirely? What's with the room arrangements and is there going to be another floor for those who don't have one? Or is the Toon Rooms going to get a redux in the future to add the rest?

As much as I love Astro's Room for the layout and easy distraction (blackout Pebble doesn't exist if I close my eyes) the design of it feels weird, it doesn't feel like Astro.

What is the point of all the floors. There's nothing for it, just hop in and get stuff done. Why does ichor need to be made on all these floors. Like one of them is a DINER, one is a GREENHOUSE. Why would they need machines in the first place. The elevator feels like it's going down rather than up, because if you keep going up then eventually you get out of there.

One of the maps got overhauled to lessen the dead ends whilst giving maps with MORE awful dead ends.

A lot of the trinkets just suck or are completely useless. They waste trinket slots at this rate with our already limited 2 slots when there's SO MANY trinkets to begin with.

The increased chance board rarely fits to what's actually supposed to spawn. I get that it's all randomized but with an average floor of 20 they never appear to begin with. At this point it's useless.

I love Vee but her design sticks out like a sore thumb, there's no other way to put it.

In general the designs range from 'simple and cute' to 'mid.' Mains feel on par with the common/side characters in quality. Only thing that establishes Mains are their abilities. I'm always fighting myself over Poppy's color palette because half of it works and the other half doesn't. STOP WITH THE STRIPED SOCKS. There's a lack of creativity in design and models that the fandom has to put the work into. (Best fan designs I've seen have always been from Sprout, Cosmo, and Glisten enjoyers. I love you guys)

Some designs have specific aesthetics to them but are lumped in with the rest, like what determines these design choices for them?? Are they ever part of a specific set of characters???? Literally I think Teagan and Rodger got paired together often because they line up with a noir aesthetic in theory but then Toodles obliterates that with being in a basic hoodie (not counting the upcoming skin). The food characters fit together well and are probably the best designed ones in the entire game (Sprout, Cosmo, Shrimpo). The craft siblings are also higher up there, Razz & Dazz feels like such a hit or miss personally but I still like them. Astro is cute 100%, his Twisted design just slaps better. Also what's with all the arms. Honestly he reminds me of a caterpillar and I don't know why. Also Flutter is just kind of there. 💔💔

I understand people's complaints about this game so easily. It's cute and would have potential but there's so much that's lacking and specific shit holding it back that should be removed entirely.

[toons-and-doom]

silly thought what if the Trinkets can be used to create new attacks

Ooooo!!

Imagine all the messed up combos…

Like friendship bracelet and dog plushie

Create a temporary fighter in the likeness of toodles plushie who beats the shit out of you (best comparison is probably pumpkin pie cookie’s attack)

Now if you excuse I’m gonna rotate this in my mind

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay wanted to quickly do an update on my Dandy’s World OC, Lexi :3

I gave her a skill!! It’s called…

Refreshing Sip! (active)

A drink is thrown to the nearest Toon in line of sight, giving them a random stat that last 10 seconds

(…it’s kinda Toodles’s skill, but for other players, not themself)

She has different lines when she uses this skill, like:

“Coming right up!!” ”This’ll cool you down!!” ”Here, it’s on me!”

The animation of her tossing a drink would probably look pretty similar to Cosmo or Sprout

But she tosses a drink, each being a different color (and flavor) to show each effect

Grape Juice (purple) - Extraction speed

Mango Juice (yellow) - Movement Speed

Blueberry Juice (blue) - Stealth

Orange Juice (orange) - Skill Check window

Kiwi Juice (green) - Stamina regen

(Also I did the icon by itself too)

And then also…

I finally came up with a Twisted design!!!

her twisted has one of those little extra ability thingies like Goob or Scraps (she don’t grab you dw), but she throws a cup of Ichor at the player, giving them a random debuff if it hits them, and basically just shattering onto the ground if it misses (it doesn’t leave an ichor puddle dw)

Also her Twisted form probably is a bit slower compared to what would be expected, with her Toon form having 4-star movement speed… but she does stay on you for a while like Twisted Shrimpo (apparently) does, since she’s determined to find you.

Now the only thing I haven’t yet designed for her (I’m pretty sure) is her Trinket!!

I do have an idea for its design, but I don’t know what it’d do yet…

[keeps-ache]

okay now i'm getting the manscaped ads

[fanficsat12am]

telling the brothers they would look pretty with a ring I Lucifer & Mammon

Request: Hi, may i ask for a request where mc tells the demon brothers that they would look pretty with a ring?

AN: Here ya go guys!! My second request <3 Btw, the upload schedule might slow down from now onwards since I got some stuff on my hands, but don't worry!! I'll make sure to upload at least once a week! toodles ❤️❤️

NOTE: NONE OF THESE IMAGES ARE MINE, NOR AM I TRYING TO SELL THEM.

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus Beelzebub & Belphegor

Lucifer

It was another all nighter. He had some last minute work given to him by the Demon Prince a few hours ago and being the prideful man he was, he decided to try to finish them all in one sitting. Now here you were, quietly sitting beside him as he methodically tried to finish all his workload.

As you watched his hands maneuver around the piles of work, you suddenly found yourself drifting along a thought you had. He noticed your dazed look and was curious about what was going on in that little human head of yours.

"Is there something wrong, My Love? If need be, you can go ahead and sleep. You don't have to wait up on me. It's already very late into the night and you look like you're dozing off"

“Oh! Sorry hehe. Just noticed how pretty you’d look with a ring on you"

Though the demon was taken aback by your statement, he found it to be quite endearing. This man loves it when his ego gets even a little bit stroked, so your words were very welcomed. He found himself smirking at your little comment all night long. Even as he laid his head on his pillow, your words still filled his head.

As soon as you woke up, you were deprived of the warmth of your boyfriend. Beside you was a small velvet box and on top was a letter sealed with red wax. Delicately opening the envelope, the note inside read “I think you look good with a ring too <3”.

Little did you know he stayed up a bit longer last night to go into Incognito Mode and search Akuzon for matching rings for both of you.

You carefully place the note aside and open the box. Inside was a rose gold band with a small diamond embedded into it. Lucifer feels that less is more and that simplicity is elegant. You soon discover that he has an identical one as well, the accessory never leaving his finger from there on out. He has it underneath his glove and subconsciously fidgets with it when he’s doing work.

Source: https://images.app.goo.gl/CBXBKUkUVpVkixWcA

Mammon

You were out with Mammon who had one goal in mind, "takin ya out and spendin every last grim on whatever ya want". You didn't plan on buying anything lavish, wanting him to save more due to him drowning in debt and knowing he still hasn't paid Levi back.

While walking around, you see something in the corner of your eye. It was the new jewelry store Asmo's been talking about, the assortment of trinkets giving the place a shimmering glow compared to the stores beside it.

He noticed your gaze set on the shop cause he’s a simp, almost as if mesmerized by it.

"Ya want anything in there? Some of ‘em rich douchebags at RAD go ‘ere and say it's pretty good"

"Oh no no! Just thinking about how good you'd look with a ring on"

At first, he just hears the words "good with a ring" and starts spouting off about how you're right. He would definitely look good with a ring on each finger! Those guys in the casino would see him as tough competition.

After a few seconds though, the demon finally realizes what you meant by that. He's a blushing mess, his previous attitude almost unrecognizable with how much he's stuttering over his words.

He refuses to leave the mall without buying you both matching rings. Now Mammon’s not a newbie when it comes to haggling, but we’re in a mall for crying out loud. Everyone knows the prices here are always set, but the seller got annoyed by his persistence and lowered the price down by a couple thousand grimms.

You leave with silver rings adorned with multiple jewels around it and the biggest gemstone you’ve ever laid your eyes on placed in the middle. He knows real jewels from fake ones, he’s not the Avatar of Greed for nothing after all.

Source: https://images.app.goo.gl/EvoZuEZa6pyuDjP4A