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inkrabbit · 3 months

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Alla hjärtans dag

little Valentine's Day hcs for Repugnant members

Mary:

Mary doesn't really believe in celebrating alla hjärtans dag

Then again, he doesn't believe in celebrating most holidays just because of how artificial it all feels, especially when it comes to love

But that doesn't mean they're gonna completely ignore and forget the holiday. That's no fun

It's not going to be filled with the cliche roses and chocolates, but it'll be special in his own way

... Okay, Mary does buy chocolates for you two to share. They couldn't resist

But for the day, they'll walk around Stockholm with you, enduring the tourists and even showing you some hidden gems in the city that they've stumbled upon

And at night, he'll lead you out of the city and pass Jakobsberg, taking you to the nearby lake

Maybe it's not entirely romantic or the most ideal evening, but Mary loves being alone with you, underneath the stars and with their arms wrapped around you

This is one of the times where they'll be completely vulnerable with you. It's the lease he can do. Mary knows they look scary and that a lot of people don't trust them based on his looks. So you coming out to the lake with him, at night, means a whole lot

By the time you guys leave, you'll be wearing Mary's jacket as a way to keep you extra warm and show who you belong to

DD:

DD works a lot but he's got everything planned out for today

He worked the morning shift for a reason and by the time he gets to you, he's already got some things he knows you've been eyeing

Your favorite drink, food and even the body spray you had told him you were thinking of getting when you got your next check

He also got you a couple extra gifts, having mainly bought you things that he knew you could use or was running out of

While DD is pretty romantic, he prefers to have the night be to just the two of you. No one else needs to know you two are together. No one else needs to know that you're taking each other out for the holiday

All that matters is you and him. So with a couple glasses of wine, DD will happily cuddle up with you on the couch and play a few of your favorite movies

But don't think it's just gonna be silence and drinking

DD will take this time to hold you close and tell you just how much you mean to him. This isn't something new since DD does this occasionally

But today is meant to express your love for your lovers and he's going to take full advantage of that

Hopefully you like soft kisses and being told that you're the light of his life

G. Grotesque:

He's trying his best, honestly

G.'s always been a little shy and, truth be told, he can overthink a good amount

Everyone said how they had to get flowers and chocolates for their partner, how they needed to get them gifts. So that's what people expect, right? Flowers, chocolates, gifts?

So he figures out which flowers you like most, what types of candy you prefer, and even gets a couple of tickets to the band you've been talking about seeing

Okay, so G. is going to celebrate alla hjärtans dag early. The band is playing a few days earlier and he thinks it would make the best gift

No matter how close you two have gotten within your time dating, G. will always approach you with that bashful smile and tinted cheeks

He's known for stumbling over his words, especially when he speaks English, but he'll be a little worse during this time and he can barely hold eye contact with you

Really, he's so worried that you'll laugh at him and call him names. So many people have done that to him in the past and the trauma has stuck with him

Just give him a few kisses and some reassuring words and he'll calm right down.

When the night winds down and you two get home, all G. wants to do is take a shower with you and cuddle until you both fall asleep

E. Forcas:

Similar to Mary, E. doesn't exactly celebrate alla hjärtans dag

He doesn't care for it. It's just a day that's never really been for him

But he also has an extra excuse to spoil you now, and he's going to take full advantage of that

He might be the quietest member out of Repugnant but that doesn't mean he's above giving you whatever you want

So for the day, it's whatever you want to do. Wanna go out to dinner? Great! Drinking at the bar? He'll keep you close to him and fend off any creeps. Wanna stay home and cuddle? Even better, he'll grab a blanket and get some snacks

If you ask him why he doesn't care to celebrate the holiday, he'll just shrug and tell you that he loves you every day. He doesn't need a "special holiday" to treat you right

If it makes you feel better, he'll buy you all the holiday gifts next year to make up for it

He does try to be romantic. There's a candle he got years ago that he decides to light while the lights are off and you two are watching a movie together

It's there. It smells sweet but he doesn't really care for it. He's mainly focused on you and making sure you're happy and comfortable

Really, E. is just a giant teddy bear and he's more than happy to go with the flow. So long as you're with him and happy, then everything is right in his little world

#hcs #headcanons #mary goore #dd sars #g grotesque #e forcas #repugnant #hi I'm back for a limited time #I'll get to the ghouls and papas.... whenever

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arealtrashact · 6 months

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Being a relatively new follower, I was pleasantly surprised to learn you're an Elvis fan, and I have two questions. What is this about an "Animal albums" series, and what did you think of that animated show, Agent Elvis? On the latter, I could take it or leave it.

Last year I started a little personal project where I redrew album covers / artists I enjoy as animals that I felt fit them.

I haven't seen Agent Elvis. This is going to sound like such a nitpicky gripe but I couldn't get past Matthew McConaughey's voice. Elvis Presley is probably the easiest human being to impersonate EVER -- so to hear McConaughey's 'give us nothing' approach made me recoil. I never advanced beyond watching the trailer.

That being said, I think Elvis's design in the show is very charming ! I'm a big fan of Robert Valley's work and I enjoy the fact that, in his own words, he "wanted him (Elvis) to look adorable and dangerous."

He understood the assignment.

#Trashtalk #G-G-Freak #On a sidenote : I don't actually watch a lot of animated media #A lot of it doesn't appeal to me #Adult animation even less so #It doesn't help that Agent Elvis was one of the many cash grabs to surface hot on the heels of Baz Luhrmann's Elvis.#Which is...a little grotesque to me #It seems like a certain someone has been taking notes from Colonel Tom Parker...

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vaguely-concerned · 2 years

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in hindsight the funniest part of the recurring cow jokes is that john says he built the wall out of cows and a bunch of sheep, and no one, not a single soul, seems to have spoken up on behalf of the sheep at any point fjsdkfhsajk. why the livestock sympathy inequality. why the cattle bias. I recognize that sheep are -- to be fair -- quite annoying to deal with, but if you prick them do they not bleat etc., it doesn't seem fair for them to get forgotten in the middle of all this

(the description of 'it was at this point that he had the grace to look embarrassed (may we even go so far as to say... sheepish)'... god stop being the funniest bitch in the world john I'm mad at you)

#do not sheep watch sunsets. do not sheep exhibit mourning behaviour for other sheep.#if you turn them inside out do they not make a grotesque yet effective building material #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #the locked tomb spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #john gaius #tbf this is a painfully accurate portrayal of how a certain kind of internet discourse tends to calcify #and also we're only getting the parts of it that annoyed john most consistently and he is... how do you say... a bastard #he forgot to put in air holes at first and didn't listen to G--'s engineering advice fhsdkfhaskjfhaskjhfaskj #yes. yes his friends WERE saints actually #'why is everyone treating me like I did a big crime just because I did a huge crime :'(' the john gaius story

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cyncerity · 1 year

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you all have no idea what kind of art i make when i’m not doing g/t stuff

#he’s not done yet but i love him anyway #fun fact about me:#i love drawing frogs with odd grotesque human bits of anatomy #i’m silly like that #anyway he’s missing a leg so i’ll fix that later ig #cyncerity #cyn art #not g/t #anyway what if i said the next story for the store shifter au was almost done? huh?

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nopethatsnotembarrassing · 1 year

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So I've always loved word puzzles and encrypted things like codes so when I noticed the posters behind Changbin didn't have obvious words on them (unlike most of their backgrounds with normal posters and graffiti) but it did look there there was definitely letters so I had to mess around with them a bit.

The first thing I noticed was that the yellow parts in the second just said "I AM GROUND" like in the trailer

But then I decided to outline the blocks of black and redsince they "say" the same thing.

I'm putting a read more here so anyone who sees this can guess without getting what I saw stuck in their head

And then I tried to figure out what the letters were and came up with something I think is right? Except for one small part that I can't figure out what it could be cause nothing makes sense with being a word.

I'm probably not right at all if it's even relevant but I had fun trying lol

#my post #stray kids #5 star #☆☆☆☆☆#dont ask me how i immediately got to grotesque my brain just automatically saw it when i realized the first letter might be a ''g''#skipping queue

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mobileleprechaun · 1 year

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I haven’t done this in almost ten years, but I gave Bogleech’s good ol’ Mortasheen Mutant Generator another spin and got this completely 100% normal guy out of it. Has to be cumbersome, moving around with flippers that end in weirdly delicate knobbled fingers and toes. I bet he has lots of calluses in odd places.

#mortasheen #my art #body horror #grotesque #i love the fucky mottled look i got by using color jitter with the real g-pen brush on clipstudiopaint #good for making a sickly-looking bloke

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g-grotesque · 4 months

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Excuse me, you're one of the boys of the house, right?

Would you be so kind to give this back to Mary? Just don't tell them who brought it, thank you.

-@raine-the-vamp

hm? oh, hi. i don't live here, my girlfriend and best friend do. how'd you know m.?

*he tilted his head curiously*

#g grotesque #ask #anon #repugnant #repugnant band #raine the vamp

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scrawnytreedemon · 2 years

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GUESS who just finished reading Carmilla after MONTHS of inexplicably not picking it upfhfsjkhjkkhjfvd

#scrawny rambles #i am..... I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE WOMEN.#GOD. SO MUCH. G O D.#my sapphic little heart ACHES i want them to lipkiss so bad....... so many cheek kisses........ eventual neck-bites....... but oooohh #🥺🥺💘#goodness. i just. i want a moment where laura's awake!!#and the headiness of it all draws her in so much #it's bloody it's grotesque it's repulsive and yet dear god it feels like heaven #she's heaven #carmilla #where all restraint and all pretense is torn away and they fall together #and this bloodied hunger is the ultimate show of love #I JUST.#you can tell i'm brainwormed hardcore rn

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emeritus-fuckers · 7 months

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Kinktober prompt list by emeritus-fuckers (Ghost + Repugnant)

Keep in mind, the list below may consist of drabbles or full on oneshots. People on Discord got to see it almost a month early, so consider joining ;)

Content is not limited only to the specific kink, but that is the main theme of each shot. Kinktober is handled by Jez. There's a poll at the end of the post.

First time - Cardinal Copia

Bondage - Papa Emeritus II

Pet play - Old Sister Imperator

Consensual somnophilia - Papa Emeritus III

Biting - Sodo Ghoul

Edging - Young Sister Imperator

Marking - Ifrit Ghoul

Fingering - DD Sars

Ownership - Papa Emeritus I

Threesome I/Throuple - Papa Emeritus III and Omega Ghoul

Dacryphilia - Papa Emeritus IV

Oral - Cumulus Ghoulette

Service top - E. Forcas

Mommy - Young Papa Nihil

Cum - Father Jim DeFroque

Size - Omega Ghoul

Pregnancy - Phantom Ghoul

Choking - Aether Ghoul

Piss - Mary Goore

Threesome II/Aftercare - E. Forcas and G. Grotesque

Consensual cannibalism - Mary Goore

Comfort - Rain Ghoul

Blood - Papa Emeritus II

Breeding - Papa Emeritus III

Degradation - Swiss Ghoul

Praise - G. Grotesque

Overstimulation - Cirrus Ghoulette

Corruption - Father Jim DeFroque

Phone sex - Old Papa Nihil

Threesome III/Knife play - Mary Goore and DD Sars

Love Story (nsfw sequel) - Resurrected Papa Emeritus III

Pegging - Aether Ghoul

Small penis humiliation - Mary Goore x DD Sars

Shibari - Omega Ghoul

Size II - E. Forcas

Consensual somnophilia - Cardinal Copia

Blindfold - Papa Emeritus II

Forcefem - Young Nihil

Panty sniffing - Aether Ghoul

Threesome IV/Domme - Young Nihil and Sister Imperator

Cockwarming - Aether Ghoul

Disinterest - Mary Goore

Handjob - Swiss Ghoul

Leather jacket - Mary Goore

Oral II - DD Sars

Corruption II - Mountain Ghoul

Temperature - Mary Goore

Hypnosis - Papa Emeritus II

Bondage II - Young Nihil

Threesome V/Marking - Aurora Ghoulette and Phantom Ghoul

Priest - Father Jim DeFroque

Blood II - Ifrit Ghoul

Vibrator and bondage - Mary Goore

Titfucking - Papa Emeritus IV

Cockwarming II - G. Grotesque

First time II - Young Nihil

Breath Play - The Director

Stay horny. Hail Satan.

- Jez

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inkrabbit · 5 months

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Bad headspace hcs

Hi. Welcome back to me ignoring my finals.

Warnings: Mentions of grave robbing, mentions of corpses, mentions of schizophrenia, depression, and eating disorder, violence

Mary Goore:

This is where the weird and sick fantasies happen

They'll visit the cemetery more and dig up some graves

Mainly they'll rob and/or sketch the skeleton or even decayed body that's inside the casket

Sometimes they'll go further, but that's depending on if the voices are acting up again

Mary deals with residual schizophrenia and sometimes forgets to take his medication please get them a fucking daily pill counter jfc he needs help

When they're in this headspace, you're best off to just leave him alone. Mary becomes more unpredictable and even violent due to the intrusive thoughts that won't shut up and heightened paranoia

This episode typically lasts a few days, but on the off chance it's particularly bad, it could be up to a month

Just let them reach out to you whenever they're ready

"Sorry I've been MIA for a while. The voices wouldn't stfu. Wanna hang out later?"

DD Sars

Swings between manic episodes to becoming a hermit for a while

Probably needs antidepressants but doesn't have any

He couldn't stand the side effects from his old prescription but ended up changing insurance before he could ask for a new prescription

Was told he was fine and didn't need any medication from a nurse, then told to come back to the hospital if he felt bad again

Absolutely doesn't trust doctors now and refuses to ask them for help with both his depression and eating disorder

"I'm fine." said with a forced and angry smile

You can interact with DD and he'll genuinely tell you what's wrong. He worries a lot so he's grateful if you let him vent for a bit

Promises to try and eat more and take care of himself but will 100% admit when he's too tired to even get out of bed

Doesn't want you to worry about him but he appreciates the concern

G. Grotesque

He'll start digging up graves but not for the same reason as Mary

Normally, G. suffers alone and silently, but sometimes he bottles up his emotions too much and suddenly everything bursts out at once

Refuses to admit anything is wrong to anyone (DD's the only one that can trick him into talking)

But when it gets too bad, G. will dig up a grave just so he can stab a body repeatedly

Doesn't stop until he physically cannot keep going

If you catch him doing this, he absolutely breaks down sobbing in your arms

"I can't take it anymore! It hurts!"

He'll let you take him home and coddle him because he's too drained to do anything else

He'll feel better in a couple days after entirely breaking down. He just has to calm down for a bit

E. Forcas

Stays home and actually stops speaking

Everything takes too much energy and he's too busy fighting for his fucking life to verbally talk

Please only ask him yes or no questions. It's easier for him to nod or shake his head

Doesn't act out at all like the others but there's a distinct look in his eyes

Thousand yard stare all the way. If you come over, he'll just look in your direction but not at you

Doesn't mind if you watch movies with him or even cuddle, but he's just going to be silent for the entire stay

When he does get enough energy, he'll finally look you in the eye. Still doesn't entirely focus on you, but it's a step in the right direction

"Could you spend the night with me? I don't wanna be alone anymore."

Please stay with him for a while. The company helps more than he'll ever let on

#so anyway-#mary goore #dd sars #g grotesque #e forcas #slowly expanding to the rest of the band #repugnant #hcs #headcanons #Mentions of grave robbing #mentions of corpses #mentions of schizophrenia #mentions of depression #mentions of eating disorder #violence

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ohvun · 2 months

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D E V I L C H I L D >:D

I just think it'd be cool if her demonia fleur was a lil more grotesque yk?

Got super inspired seeing this post by rly cool @wigglesdtuff about a year ago and finally finished it!!:D

I ended up using a picture of a figurine to get the wings to work better bc I was s t r u g g e l i n g ;-;

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willwood-lyrics · 7 months

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wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history but the most maddeningly trite, disturbingly vapid, and internally confused ideological train wreck I've ever had the deeply sorrowful displeasure of allowing to pass through my corneas may god have mercy on burton or whoever else was responsible while someone slapped his brand name on it, and on all of us who are fated to live in a world where something so culturally, socially, politically, and artistically noxious as this Mary-sue-lead, transparently TikTok-targeted, phone-worshipping, vaguely bigoted, backfired virtue-signaling, fake leftist capitalist "my immortal"-esque fanfic earns a second season through what I can only be explained as manufactured consent. something must be done about Netflix's Wednesday. This thing is a condescending insult, especially to young people, the socially conscious, and members of marginalized and "outcast" groups who genuinely suffer from what this thing hollowly masturbates to while looking us dead in the eyes and saying "yeah, you like that, don't you?" It is a Gatling gun of random buzzwords and empty references to social issues, grotesquely and impotently disguised and screaming "I'm commentary!" before pissing its pants, squealing like a pig, and at its most coherent offering nothing more than to demonize mental illness and make any marginalized identity out to be a mayonnaise-stained Hot Topic hoodie through Wiseau-ian dialogue, inappropriate "grittiness" for its source material and Harry Potter setting, and incessant hackery. I am shitting. I am pissing. I am standing over a warm bubble bath cradling a toaster and sobbing, chanting g-d's secret name and praying that there is indeed a hell so I can be eternally punished for having given this moral abomination one fraction of a fraction of a cent also it's not a good Addams family adaptation anyway let me know your thoughts in the poll below

#will wood #will wood quotes #or?#community posts #will wood Wednesday rant

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dark-and-kawaii · 2 months

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A Father's Demise

Raphael x f!Tav/Reader

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: Two separate stories. Their daughters come back home, only to be met with a sight that seemed to be plucked from their darkest nightmares...

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Happy Endings?!?! Potentially!! Also, Apologies for being quiet the past couple days. I’ve been really sick! This was also something to make me feel better… Enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ Character Death | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff At The End | Dadphael | Haarlep As Dad

Prt 1?

Raphael

Raphael's daughter returned to the House of Hope expecting the usual cacophony of the damned and the indebted. Instead, she was greeted by an uncanny silence that hung heavy in the air. A sense of unease prickled at the back of her neck as she called out, "Mother?" Silence was her only answer. "Haarlep?" she tried again, hoping for the usual sardonic reply, yet there was nothing. And finally, with a tremor in her voice, "F-Father?”

Her steps were cautious, timid as she made her way through the dining area, where only the soft crackling of the fireplace dared to disturb the quiet. It was a lonely sound, one that did little to comfort her growing concern.

It wasn't until she ascended the stairs to the grand hall that the silence shattered into a scene of horror. Blood mingled with lifeless bodies, staining the pristine marble with a grotesque tableau. She shrank back, fear gnawing at her insides, “It's okay... it's okay…” She tried to weave excuses, fabricating scenarios where her father's wrath was the culprit, a desperate attempt to shield her mind from the truth.

With each step towards the boudoir, the splashing sound beneath her feet grew louder. She glanced down to see water mixing with the crimson stains on the floor. The door veil that usually keeps strangers out of the room is now gone, revealing the source of the deluge; the healing bath overflowing, its contents spilling out in a ceaseless torrent…

Approaching the bed, her every fear was realized. The blood-soaked sheets were a grim canvas, and atop them lay her father, his once regal appearance now marred by disarray and violence. “F-father?..." Her voice was barely audible, a quiver of hope against the starkness of reality. Her trembling legs carried her closer as she begged him to respond. “P-please, father- say something…”

Her tears flowed freely as she reached his side. There was no rise and fall of his chest, no sign of the life that once filled him… “Father?" she whispered, her nudges growing frantic. “G-get up..." Desperation took hold as she climbed onto the bed, her small hands pushing against him, “p-please…” She tugged at his arm, “You ha-have to get up, mom will- mom will be home soon..."

She couldn't finish; the truth was too much to bear. Curling up next to Raphael, she laid her head against his chest, pulling his arm around her as if to shield herself with his presence, his blood now her own, as her sobs filled the room.

Footsteps approached, and a shard of hope pierced her grief. "Mom!?" But the sound that followed was not the comforting voice she longed for, but a dark, mocking laugh. Haarlep emerged, their expression one of false sympathy, "Fraid not, little one," Haarlep's voice was cool, detached.

Clutching her father, she looked up at Haarlep with eyes that begged for a miracle. "Ha-Haarlep! Help! Please! I don't know what to do- I- I-" Her voice faltered, her world shattering as Haarlep's smirk only twisted further, a silent testament to their betrayal.

And as Haarlep stepped closer, she saw how her fathers crown, the Crown of Karsus rested upon their head. The incubus grinned, her father's blood painting their lips, a sight so vile she felt the warmth drain from her body. Haarlep's tongue flicked out, lasciviously cleaning the blood away. Their command was cold, merciless. "Run from here, and never return."

Frozen by shock and grief, Raphael's daughter felt the very fabric of her world unraveling. The sanctuary of her home, the invincibility of her father, the loyalty she thought unbreakable, all were illusions now shattered. The House of Hope had fallen…

…

“NO!!”

Her eyes flew open, her breath coming in shallow gasps her nightgown clinging to her skin, drenched in the sweat of terror. The nightmare had been so vivid, so visceral, that for a moment she remained still, half expecting to see the blood-soaked sheets and her father's lifeless eyes. But as the fog of fear dissipated, she realized she was in her own room, safe within the walls that had always been her sanctuary.

With a shaky exhale, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding the cold floor beneath them. The coolness of the stone was a small comfort, a reminder that this was reality, not the blood-soaked chambers of her nightmares.

Steeling herself, she rose and made her way out of her room. She needed to find her father, to see with her own eyes that he was safe, that the nightmare was just that, a figment of her imagination.

When she reached the boudoir she hesitated. Her hand shaking half expecting to reveal the horrors from her nightmare. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

The room was peaceful, bathed in the gentle glow of the candles and avenues. And there, in the large bed lay her father. His chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of deep sleep, his face relaxed, free from the anguish that had twisted it in her nightmare.

She whispered, her voice barely audible, "Father?"

His eyes blinked open, and for a moment, they were clouded with sleep, searching for the source of the disturbance. When his gaze settled on his heir, clarity returned, and his expression softened..

"What troubles you, child?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a bit of annoyance.

"I had a nightmare… Y-you… " she wipes a tear away as she confesses, the words of a child seeking solace in the presence of her father. "It felt so real."

Raphael lifted the sheets to his bed, "Just this once," inviting her into the sanctuary of his and your embrace. His tail curling around her in a protective gesture, as if to ward off any remnants of the night's horrors before one of his wings enveloped both his daughter and you.

She snuggled in between both you and her father, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that promised safety.

Haarlep

The stone walls of your home echoed the sounds of urgency as Haarlep's daughter, her heart filled with the thrill of mischief, raced through the corridors. Her arms were laden with loaves of bread, the spoils of her latest foray into manipulation. A grin played upon her lips, eager to share the tale of her conquest with her father, to see that smirk of approval on their face.

"Dad! Dad, you won't believe what I did!" she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls, searching for the familiar presence of Haarlep. But the house was unusually silent. Her steps slowed, a frown creasing her brow. "That's weird…"

She went to the only other spot they’d be. As she approached her parents' chamber, the memory of the last awkward interruption still fresh in her mind. She hesitated, her hand on the large wooden door, whispering a silent prayer to the darkness that she wouldn't find her parents in a compromising embrace… Again.

Gently, she pushed the door open, only to be met with a sight that drained the color from her face.

The loaves of bread tumbled to the floor as the door shut with an ominous thud behind her. Inside, a strange portal shimmered in the air, its edges flickering with otherworldly energy. Next to it lay Haarlep, her parent, once a figure of protection and guile in her eyes, now still and bloodied. Their clothes were tattered, their body marred, an image so shocking that it stilled her for a moment.

…

"Har har, very funny, Dad," she said with a nervous laugh, hoping against hope that this was just another one of their twisted jokes. She approached her parent cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. As the portal began to close, she saw a figure on the other side, a creature with red skin, dark hair, and a beard who gave her a smug wave before disappearing into the ether.

The sickening realization hit her, and her voice trembled. "D-dad…?" She knelt beside them, her hands shaking as she touched Haarlep’s horns, trying to rouse them.

"Th-this isn’t f-funny…" She shook him gently, then began to push on their bloody chest more urgently, denial lacing her voice. "Dad! This isn't a fun game!!"

With each desperate plea, the truth sank in. The silence that answered her was suffocating… The parent she was closest to, her mentor in mischief, the one who wrapped their tail around her in protection, the one who would lift her up and make her feel invincible, was gone... Her heart, a thing not made for breaking, fractured in her chest.

"D-dad…" She wrapped her arms around their neck, her sobs breaking the haunting silence. "Come back, come back!! Please!!" Her cries were muffled against their chest, her tears mingling with their blood.

Her cries, raw and primal, tore through the silence of the chamber. "Mom!!!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her grief.

"Mom!!!" Her voice cracked with pain and fear. "Mmmoommm!!"

Time seemed to contort, stretching and bending as you, her mother, drawn by the cries of your child, burst into the room. Your approach was a slow-motion cascade of horror and realization. She watched through tear-blurred eyes as you fell to their sides, your own anguish mirroring your daughter's.

…

“MOM!!”

She bolted upright in bed, her breathing ragged, her body drenched in cold sweat. The nightmare- was all too vivid in her mind. She clutched at her chest, a strangled sob catching in her throat. The images of her father, still and lifeless, clung to her like chains.

The familiar room came into focus, illuminated by the soft glow of a candle that lingered in the corner. She was in her parent’s room. Her gaze first landed on Impsy, the imp lying sprawled with a twitching foot, then shifted to you, her mother, who was slumbering serenely beside her, before finally settling on the one she was most eager to find, Haarlep.

Their chest rising and falling. The sight of them, the undeniable proof of life, sent a sob tearing through her, silent but profound in its relief.

An arm wrapped around her, pulling her gently but firmly back down. Haarlep, having awakened to the sound of their daughter's distress, drew her close, their senses finely attuned to the emotional currents of those around him. “Did my little imp have a bad dream?" Haarlep teased, their voice a perfect combination of concern and their usual playful mockery. Despite the teasing tone, their eyes searched hers for the depth of her fright.

Nodding, she recounted the terrible vision of her father, bloodied and still, the taunting figure in the portal, the overwhelming loss. As she spoke, your hand ran soothing circles against her back, a silent reassurance of safety and love.

Haarlep, ever being themself, made light of the darkness in her tale. "Ah, my tyrant, even in your dreams, I'm the star of the show," they quipped, a playful grin tugging at their lips.

Gradually, her trembling ceased, and her eyelids grew heavy. As she drifted back into sleep, nestled securely between her parents, a silent exchange passed between Haarlep and you.

Your eyes were filled with unspoken worry, the description of the devil too precise, too vivid. It bore the unmistakable signature of Mephistopheles… In that moment, Haarlep's facade slipped, revealing a glint of apprehension.

Mephistopheles, Haarlep knew the description all too well, a master from their past that they had hoped would never cross into their present, especially not into their offspring’s dreams.

As sleep reclaimed the chamber, Haarlep's arm tightened around their daughter, as if it would be the last time…

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