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Grin the clown cosplay
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Trick or Treat
Miguel x Curvy!Fem!Reader
TW/CW: None, other than Miguel being a bit thirsty (haha pun intended you'll see what I mean)
A/N: Thanks to @obi-mom-kenobi for the fic idea for spooky day™! (I'm sorry the plot got off track, though asdfghjkl)
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He should have figured something like this would have happened.
He should have figured that he would do this.
Goddamn Deadpool.
Of course he caused a ruckus in one of the other universes, just to hop to this one to avoid Miguel, taunting him the whole time.
And naturally, it had to be fucking Halloween of all nights in this universe.
Among the Michaels, Jasons, goblins, ghouls, and witches and werewolves there were superheroes.
Iron Man, Doctor Strange, and half a thousand Spider-Mans.
This universe didn't have things like superheroes, not for real. All of that was Hollywood magic for the silver screen; the colorful fevered dream of a comic book artists.
He spent four hours trudging through the crowds, shouldering past drunkards and women dressed in far too little to be classified as clothing...
He finally spotted a Deadpool. The costume was very accurate, right down to the texture of the suit and how many pouches were on his belt.
But he was wrong. It was just some... Guy. Dressed in a "screen-accurate" cosplay.
But it was around the fifth hour (and twelve, terrified innocent Deadpool cosplayers later) that he got so frustrated he actually decided to take a break.
"Puta madre it's like Mardis Gras..." He hissed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He'd long abandoned wearing his mask, wanting complete unobstructed range of his sense of smell and hearing. Neither of which have been particularly helpful with the smell of vomit, liquor, perfume and sweets littering the air.
"Wow! Buddy, you look like you need a good time!" A man dressed in some macabre clown suit said to him. When Miguel fixed his crimson eyes on him the man seemed to deflate, the gulp in his throat audible as his posture shrunk and he struggled to keep his voice collected at the imposing sight of the larger man.
He pointed at the door to a bar that seemed full to bursting, crowds chattering, and a group of obnoxious women clucking like drunken hens as they left, shouting rather inappropriate things at Miguel as they walked by.
Miguel sighed and decided to just say fuck it, one drink or so. Deadpool probably already hopped to another dimension already and this could be a pointless waste of time.
The patrons parted around him like the sea for Moses, too intimidated by the man who towered over them to stay in his way as he made it over to the bar.
The seat to the barstool creaked under his weight as he sat down, burying his face in his hand
This is the last time he'd ever chase down a Deadpool. Next time, he would pass it off to Ben or hell, even Hobie...
"Wow! Miguel, huh?" A bubbly voice giggled out.
His head shot up as she mentioned his name, and hi blinked at her.
Uncharacteristically, he felt his mouth go dry at her costume.
The black dress was cut down to the top of her underbust corset, revealing delicious amounts of her marshmallowy soft-looking cleavage. Honestly, if the woman sneezed, she'd probably spill right out of it...
Her hair was... Off. A kind of black beehive atop her head, sharp makeup accentuating her cheekbones and eyes. Bright, crimson lips smiled at him, dimples in her cheeks.
She wasn't rail thin like the other women who had come onto him all night, her body was soft, and squeezable; warm and looking as though he would get decent handfuls of her sweet soft rolls in his hands--
"Wow! You even look like him, too!" You giggle.
His mouth opened and he blinked.
"Ah... El... Elvira. Right?" He tried. He remembered Peter showing him that movie one of the times he'd visited him and MJ's place.
"Ah! Ding ding, my dear!" You grin, tapping your nose. "Some people keep saying I'm Morticia Addams."
"Ah..." He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter.
Even in your heels, you had a feeling that if this man was standing on his own two feet he'd tower over you.
"Wow! You really do look like Miguel!" You gasped, your ruby red lips parted in a sweet "O".
They looked so soft, just like the rest of you--
"Well! What's your name, big guy?" You ask, your long, wispy (maybe fake?) eyelashes batted at him.
"Uh... Miguel." He said stiffly.
You giggle again, a sound he was quickly focusing on, a sound he found he liked amongst the hustle of the other patrons in the bar.
"Pff, no, silly. Your name."
"...Miguel."
Your smile falters a bit as you blink up at him.
"Oh. Oh! Oh gosh, that's your actual name? I'm sorry!" You laugh awkwardly.
He decided that maybe, just maybe... His night wouldn't be spoiled after all.
"Well, I don't think it's bad enough to apologize for..." He said, flashing a smile, his fangs poking out just past his lips.
You giggle a bit girlishly. "Oh! Oh, that's not what I meant... But I mean! At least you're... Well, uh. In character! You got the looks, the height, the name!"
Miguel shakes his head with a deep chuckle.
"I suppose I do." He fixed you with a soft gaze as his fingers tapped the bar top. "What's your name?"
You grinned at him and tapped the name plate on your breast, drawing his gaze downward to your cleavage.
He felt his face heat up a bit as his eyes lingered on the soft swells, until his brain finally processed the name written.
He repeated it back to you, his voice just barely shaky.
"Yep! Don't wear it out!" You wink, leaning on the bar.
Once again, your cleavage on full display, just begging for him to--
"So, no offense but you look absolutely miffed 'bout something." You chuckle.
"You... Could say that." He struggled, clearing his throat. "I was... Supposed to meet somebody but they... Bailed."
"Oh, god, I haaaaaate that for you, bud." You say, leaning back with a click of your tongue. Your long acrylic nails tap on the laminated bar.
"So! What'll it be?"
"Uh... I don't have any money on me. Sorry."
"Hah!" You point up at the whiteboard sign above the tap.
'Those in costume -- First two drinks are free!'
He blinked up at the sign. "That's... Generous."
"Yeah, my boss is big on community. And I'm the one who told him that promising two free drinks instead of one will draw our competitor's clientele away." You wink.
"That's awfully... poachy of you." Miguel smirked.
You shrugged. "What can I say? Capitalism is capitalism and you gotta make a buck somehow. And besides! Halloween and other holidays are the best nights for tips!"
You looked back at him with a twinkle in your eye.
"So! What'll it be mister Spider-Man?"
"...Hell. The strongest drink you have."
"Ooooh! Risk taker! I like it." You laugh in a sing-song as you turn to start gathering what you needed to mix his cocktail.
The gaze of all the male patrons were drawn to you when you started shaking, humming to yourself as you did, looking at the list of things for the drink you were making, not paying mind to the prying eyes ogling your breasts. Miguel was, abashedly one of them. But he stopped himself once he realized what he was doing, the others?
He wanted to strangle all of them. Especially the three men next to him who were making bets on who would convince you to go to their car with them.
They clammed up when Miguel leaned in when you turned away.
"Keep staring at her like that, and I will gouge out your eyes, pendejos." He growled, flexing his talons in the face of one of the men for emphasis.
They all freaked out and ran, not wanting to piss off some 6 plus foot whatever guy with what looked like retractable blades on his fingers, and glowing red eyes.
When you turned back around, the cherry red drink topped with strawberries and a black cherry in hand, you grinned at him, and saw the money on the counter.
"Oh!" You hum, handing Miguel his drink and placing the money in their proper places.
"So... What's in this?" Miguel asked, sniffing the drink lightly.
You smile again at him, a cheeky glimmer in your eyes. "That would be telling, sweetheart. But I will say I put some sour grenadine in it."
"Hah. Fair enough." Miguel said, taking a sip of his drink.
The burning in his throat caught him off-guard. As did the heavy taste of the alcohol, that was quickly snuffed by the fruity flavor as he swallowed it down.
"It's... Good."
"Your cringe says you weren't expecting the punch." You smirk, crossing your arms and pushing up your soft breasts.
"It's... Surprising." He conceded, plucking the black cherry up out of the top of the glass.
He decided to make a bit of a show as he curled his tongue around the cherry, bringing it into his mouth and snapping off the stem, chewing lightly.
Miguel couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks flush a little bit and you busy yourself with wiping down glasses.
Maybe tonight wasn't such a bust, after all.
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel x you#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#halloween fic#halloween 2023#happy halloweeeeeeen
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Buggy the Clown - Game con.
Warning : none
Genre : fluff
Synopsis : “part 2 of twitch streamer buggy where they met again at some event and buggy just goes all 926:92€:@/&/& cause reader is so beautiful and buggy's so in love with this idiot even if he doesn't admit it??” - anon
Reader : male (he/you)
A/N : Part ONE
Buggy went inside the heavily decorated building as people in cosplay walked all around him. They were unfamiliar faces to him, but to certain of them, he was a familiar one, stopping to ask him for a picture.
It was a small game convention that happened yearly and Buggy had decided to go streaming.
He was walking by the goodies stands with his camera until he heard his name.
He instantly recognized the voice. The chat too.
He turned around, surprised to see you here and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets as he actually saw you. You were in a cosplay as well, a zombie. Your clothes were torn, showing your chest and stomach, bloodied. Your face was bloody and dirty as well but your eyes were shining bright. You looked so hot despite your cosplay.
“Boss !” You said, and he froze as you opened your arms wide before wrapping them around him. “Didn't think you'd be here !”
You were so close. He feared his heart could still be heard over the noise of the people around them. He swallowed thickly and smiled, patting your back awkwardly and remembered about the camera in his hand, putting it back up so they could see what was happening.
“Wh- what are you doing here ?” He asks, voice shaky.
“That's the town I live in.” You said with a smile. “I didn't know you were invited to this con.”
“Of course I am ! I am the best after all.” He smiled at the camera proudly, before pointing it back at you. “But look at you, you're super flashy ! Chat, look at him !”
You grinned, turning on yourself to show your full outfit before posing. Buggy didn't know what to say. You looked so good. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments. The silence became a bit awkward before you spoke again.
“You should've come in cosplay too. The chat would've loved it.”
“Maybe I should've. But don't say a clo-”
“A pirate. I see you as a pirate for some reason. A very flashy one.”
“A pirate ?” He hummed, as if to think about it but he couldn't, too busy thinking about you, wanting to talk more with you.
“Yeah, boss, the captain of the ship. That'd suit you.” You said with a nod unaware the chat was wondering if your last words were not you trying to flirt.
“Maybe you're right.” He rubbed his cheeks, contemplating the idea of being a pirate sailing the seas with his crew. You in it of course.
“Well, I'll leave you be. See you around ?” You suddenly said, ready to leave him alone and walk away.
“Wait.” He stopped you. “I was thinking, maybe we could, uh, eat together ? When this is over ? I saw a food stand earlier...”
You looked at him, surprised and nodded with a warm smile.
“Sure. Do you want my number so you can find me again ?” You asked and his heart was beating fast, almost making him shaky.
“Y- yeah. Don't say it ! They'll hear you.” He said, pointing to the camera with his head and you nodded. He pulled his phone out, unlocking it and handed it to you. You grabbed it and began to write your number in his contacts, saving your name with a heart emoji.
“By the way, my real name is [Name].” You said, giving him back his phone. He placed it in his pocket, mentally high-fiving himself for getting your number and promising himself to call you later.
“[Name], huh ? I'll remember it.”
“I hope so.” You smiled, before waving at him and the camera as you walked away, melanging yourself with the other cosplayers. Buggy turned the camera back toward himself and smiled, before walking again as well.
After a few hours, his stream was over, and he did as he said to you, he called you to find you again.
“Allo captain ?” You replied to your phone.
“Ah, my favorite mod, I almost waited for you to answer.”
“Oh, come on, I didn't take that long.” You said, before giving him your location. He joined you and you both walked to a food stand together.
His mind was racing, he wanted to do something but he didn't know if he could. Eyeing you, seeing you smiling and unbothered, Buggy found the courage to make the first move, grabbing your hand and holding it. You only grinned at him, squeezing his hand, and his heart, instead of calming down, went crazy, beating out of his chest.
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I was a Tiktok with a ICP song and a female Buggy cosplay and Because I wrote the twins post I couldn't fucking help it- I got a different idea involving twins.
IM SORRY
In this the twins are girls named Dee Dee and Lee Lee and aged up to 19... You'll see why-
I'm so sorry- again
Hell Comes in Pairs.
"Where are those damn scouts!- Does it take this long to gather intell on a new pirate ship!" Buggy yelled as he stared out at the mountain of papers infront of him. Mihawk and Crocodile ignoring is existence it seemed as Buggy continued to bitch.
It wasn't long till the two scouts rushed into the room. They looked a bit flustered and quite happily as they held the folder in their hands.
"Reporting the Intel we got on the Newest Pirates, One of them for sure are no threat" Mihawk raised a brow at hearing the confidence.
"Oh?" He hummed, sipping his wine. The young man nodded with a grin "Let's say they are less then pirates and more-" He was cut off by his calmer friend.
"They are more physically interested in terms of pirate life then others. Paired with their drug and alcohol trade" He stated calmly, Crocodile face scrunched in disgust.
"So you're telling me you ended up fucking a bunch of people instead of collecting real information?" Crocodile said with a irritated voice. Buggy getting up as his own temper gor the best of him, stretching his head over to the two and yelling.
"Your job was to collect information not get your dick wet!"
The young pirate stared at Buggy, his face turning into stone as he stared at the Cross Guild Leader. Before gears started to turn in his head and his face went as pale as paper. Buggy pulling back a bit confused by the young man's reaction, before practically jumping in his skin when the Pkrate screamed a horrible yell of realization and began to wipe his mouth rapidly practically sobbing.
"NOO!! GOD FUCK NO!" He screamed, Turning away from the Cross Guild leaders in total shock. The second pirate looking at his peer in confusion till the screaming one grabbed the folder from his hands and opened it, holding it up in the air for the young man to see. Before the second pirates eyes got wide as it sunk in what his peer saw.
"PFFF!- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NO FUCKING WAY!!" The man yelled laughing as he ended up falling to the ground. Buggy face burning with anger as he thought they were making fun of his nose, Mihawk standing up from his chair and walking to the anguished amd laughing pirates and snatching the folder from the hand of the laughing pirate and looked.
....
Mihawk stayed staring at the folder, her head slowly looking up to Buggy. Staring at the male who looked ready to bust before covering his mouth with his hand.
".....You two are dismissed" He told the two young pirates who as quickly as they could got out of the office.
"YOURE GOING TO LET THEM GET AWAY FOR MAKING FUN OF MY DAMN NOSE!?"
"They weren't laughing at your nose-" Mihawk mused, Crocodile now standing and walking to Mihawk to see what he saw. Crocodile only catching a glance at the contents of the folder before closing his eyes and taking a deep drag of his cigar.
"Defiently not your nose-" He mused, Buggy marching over and snatching the folder finally in a fit of rage before looking inside. At the sight he didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry or jump into the sea. His stomach twisting up in ways he didn't know possible and he could feel his lunch wanting to come up.
There looking back at him was two girls- Doing far too suggestive poses for photos. Pirate hats on both of them, and in rather skimpy pirate outfits made of bright colors. But what stood out the most was the bright blue hair in pink tails, watercolor eyes lined in black makeue and that smile just like his own and painted red like his signature clown make- it was like he was looking into a sick twisted mirror.
He could see the notes attached to their photos- the keywords reaching him was 'Two Captians of the Hokus Pokus Dee and Bee, 19 and a Green zone- People can board and party on the ship as long as rules are followed" and "Like a sailing brothel or drug den-" Buggy staggered at seeing the words and closed the folder not wanting to see further.
"Captians Dee Dee and Lee Lee, the 'Friendly' Pirates" Mihawks said calmly, havibg saw the names listed in the file.
"Well, it looks like your legacy has been secured in some way Buggy-" Crocodile said first with a deep chuckle, ignoring the damn evil glare Buggy shot him. Buggy feeling a few spark of rage filling his chest as he crumbled the folder in his hands. Mihawk seeing this very rare and serious look to Buggy.
"I'm setting sail-" He said through clenched teeth, Tossing the ruined folder onto the table before marching out and slamming the door behind him. He marched down the halls as he felt nothing but pure rage fill him, Seeing the two pirates in the courtyard and detached his hand. Grabbing the one who had screamed by the neck and dragging him towards him.
"Where did they sail-" Buggy hissed, Holding the young man by his neck with a harsh grip.
"E-East Blue- Just past the 8th branch!" The young man squealed, Buggy nodding and with a sickening crunch crushed his windpipe dropping the man to a crumbled mess on the floor. Beginning his March once more to his ship and setting sail.
#x reader#one peice x reader#buggy the clown x reader#one piece#buggy one piece#buggy x reader#one peice live action
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Hidden Feelings (Oneshot)
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader
Warning: Spoilers from “Mammon in the Office”.
Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei
Prompt: Hi! May I ask for another oneshot? ^.^ Obey Me! Mammon x gn!reader Friends to lovers, Fluff SFW/suggestive/NSFW is up to you Scenario: MC unintentionally makes Hell Coffee for Mammon. MC and Mammon are friends, MC is suppressing their feelings to Mammon (because of previous painful experience with a cheating boyfriend). MC makes a coffee for Mammon when he needs to wake up early for one of his part-time jobs. They are not aware of the Hell coffee qualities, so when Mammon notices the extreme bitterness of the coffee both of them just think it's because the coffee blend is too strong.
A/N: Hi! Thank you for your commission! ❤️ Your requests are always so much fun to write, but I’m sorry for taking longer than usual. The conversation for Mammon in the Office is integrated into the story, but I changed the last part since the story in the game has more of a developed relationship feel.
Word Count: 3,498
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“You...got...this,” the nervous demon gripped the edge of the bathroom counter while staring at his reflection in the mirror. “I got this! So, what if I gotta work at an office...? So, what if I ain’t got experience? I’m Mammon the Great! I can do anythin’ I set my mind to! ‘Sides, I only need to talk to folks who call the company. That ain’t bad.”
He moved his eyes from his reflection to his unlocked phone and set as the home screen was the reason he wanted the job in the first place. “Focus on the goal. This is my time to shine...and make (y/n) proud of me! If everythin’ goes as planned, my brothers’ll learn that I can make good bucks without needin’ to gamble or sell their stuff.”
With an ear-to-ear grin on his face, Mammon marched out of his bathroom and casually gazed at this clock. “Dammit, I’m gonna be late! There’s gotta be somethin’ in my closet I can wear, right?”
He eyed his butler costume for a few seconds and shrugged, “It’s better than wear somethin’ that doesn’t match the dress code.” Ripping the towel sitting on his hips, he tossed it on the staircase railing - you were most likely going to lecture him about not being organized, but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. Mammon fixed his cuffs before taking one last look in his full-length mirror and winking at himself, “Lookin’ good!”
As soon as he stepped into the dining room, his brothers grew quiet, and all eyes were on him. ‘I was expectin’ ‘em to stare at me shocked an’ all, but why’re they lookin’ at me like I’m a clown in a freakin’ circus?’
“My, oh my. Mammon, what’s with that outfit?” Asmo gasped.
“Looking good!” You chuckled, showing him a thumbs up.
The second brother smiled ear-to-ear and knew if anyone could make his morning bright, it was you - his dearest friend. “The great Mammon can rock any outfit! Or did ya forget I model too?”
“So, what’s your inspiration for cosplaying?” Levi curiously asked, wanting to know why his non-anime-loving brother wanted to cosplay.
‘Cosplaying? Seriously?’ What else was he expecting from someone who watches too much anime and plays too many video games? “This ain’t cosplay! I got a job, all right? A part-time gig! They told me to come in a suit, so I’m wearin’ the closest thing I got.”
“You? Working somewhere with a dress code?” Beel nearly dropped his burger on the floor.
The youngest brother shook his head in disapproval, “You lost a bet. Just admit it.”
Here we go again - his brothers doubting him for every little thing he does. ‘I know I ain’t the most honest guy, but do they’ve to doubt me all the time? Not ya too, Lucifer...y’know me better than ‘em, so why’re ya askin’ me about losing a bet? Man, sometimes I feel like my brothers see me as a criminal or somethin’.’
Mammon ignored all his brothers and shifted his attention to you. At least he had someone who believed him; in the end, that was all he needed. Today was going to be a great day, and he was going to work hard to reach his goal!
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“’Bout time the day is over.” The Avatar of Greed loosened his tie as he entered the comforts of the House of Lamentation. Tossing the tie on the floor, he peeled off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. How did his co-worker do this every day? It was only his first day, and he felt like he took part in a war. ‘Nah, fightin’ in a war is easier than doin’ office work.’
As soon as he stepped into the dining room, he saw his brothers and their expressions - great, it was time to target Mammon, wasn’t it? ‘Why can’t I’ve one freakin’ day without ‘em botherin’ me or pickin’ on me? I don’t have any energy to deal with this.’
“Whooa! Look at you! Loose tie? Rolled up sleeves?” Levi laughed while scanning Mammon’s disheveled state.
“Buzz off.”
“You’ve even got that glazed-over look in your eyes!”
“I said I’m tired, didn’t I? That damn company is workin’ me to death...,” the second brother growled as he ran his fingers through his hair - Levi was enjoying this way too much. While arguing with his brothers and asking them to leave him alone, Mammon’s eyes desperately searched for you. ‘Where is (y/n)? I really need to talk to ‘em.’
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The scene at the office from the afternoon refused to leave your mind - Mammon working diligently and giving it his all without complaining. What was going on? He said he wanted to work to buy an expensive item, but for Mammon to work this hard and with honesty was indigestible, even for you.
“Should I ask him?”
“Are ya done talkin’ to yourself?” Mammon took the first opportunity to escape his brothers and sprinted to your room. As soon as he entered, he expected you to greet him with a smile; instead, he found you staring off into space and mumbling to yourself.
“Oh, Mammon, when did you get here?” The corners of your lips started to curl up but dropped very quickly when you noticed his pale face, disheveled clothes, and zombie-like energy. ‘Looks like the company took a toll on him.’
“Forget ‘bout that...lemme crash...I’m dead tired.”
With a chuckle, you got up and gracefully gestured your hand toward your bed. “The bed is all yours.”
Mammon thanked you in a small voice, walked up to your bed, and plopped face-first on the mattress. The sheets smelled just like you, and the scent was enough to calm him down no matter how much stress he was in. You watched Mammon for a good minute, feeling bad for him. Maybe he deserves a reward for his hard work. “How about I give you a massage?”
“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” The demon melted into the bed as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders and began working the stress out of his tensed muscles. “I’m feelin’ a ton better now.”
“That’s what friends are for!”
“Friends...yeah...” He didn’t know why but hearing you call him a friend didn’t sit well with him. ‘The hell is wrong with me? We are friends...so why ain’t I likin’ the sound of it? Guess the day has taken a toll on me...’
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Setting the cup of coffee on the wooden table, you smiled in contentment as you examined the fruits of your hard work. Hell soy sauce-flavored ramen, not the healthiest of breakfasts, but check. Blackbelly newt legs and fried scorpion sandwiches, still not a healthy breakfast, but check. To top it all off, a cup of coffee with a slight dash of milk.
You casually moved your gaze to the kitchen clock and wondered when Mammon was going to be up. On cue, you caught a flash of silver out of the corner of your left eye and felt Mammon rest his forehead on your shoulder from behind. “Someone is still sleepy. Weren’t you making fun of Lucifer for not being a morning demon?”
“Why ya gotta bring up his name first thing in the mornin’?”
A playful giggle escaped your lips as you gently patted his head with your left hand, “Now, hurry up and eat. I’m not going to let you walk out of this house without finishing everything I cooked. You know, I had to wake up very early to make breakfast for you.”
The groggy demon lifted his head to see a neatly arranged row of plates with his favorite foods. You woke up early just to cook for him? A warm fuzzy feeling spread through his chest and an expected thought crossed his mind. Why did this feel like a spouse waking up early to cook for their husband to show their support? ‘What in the Devildom am I thinkin’?’
With an grin, Mammon brought his favorite “Devildom’s best demon” mug, that you gifted him, to his lips and tilted it. The second the dark liquid touched his lips, every hair on his head stood up and a jolt ran through his body.
“Mammon? Are you okay?” You questioned after seeing his right eye twitching.
“Y’know I’m alive, don’tcha?” He asked, setting the cup down on the table while wincing.
“Well...yeah...”
“Then why in Devildom didja use so much coffee? This coffee is so strong that it could wake the dead!”
“Strong? But I just used a little...sorry, I will put less tomorrow.”
Mammon’s irritation deflated as he saw your smile fall. “Sorry...didn’t mean to get upset. Hey...don’t be sad. I will drink every last drop, ‘kay?”
“And you will finish everything I cooked?”
“I’ll eat every last bite.” He chuckled and ruffled your hair as you giggled in response.
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“Mammon, why are you making that face again? I put in even less coffee than yesterday.”
“The coffee is too strong.”
“No, it’s not!”
Lucifer dragged his feet into the kitchen but stopped at the entrance, exhaling loudly, “What possible reason could you two be arguing this early in the morning?”
“And here I thought Mammon looked like a zombie in the morning,” you giggled but quickly cleared your throat when he shot a glare in your direction. “Oh, Lucifer, perfect timing!”
You grabbed a plain black mug and filled it to the brim with the coffee you brewed. “Could you please try this and tell me what it tastes like?”
He graciously accepted the coffee and took a drawn sip, but unlike Mammon, his reactions were as expected. “I do not understand why you require me to describe the taste of coffee, but...the coffee tastes like...coffee.”
“Is it too strong?”
“Quite the contrary. The brew is rather mild.”
“See! What did I tell you, Mammon? I don’t know why you keep telling me it’s too strong.”
While taking sips from the mug, Lucifer quietly watched you bantering with Mammon, his eyes darting from you to his brother and back to you as he wondered how the two of you had so much energy in the morning. As he was about to exit the kitchen to find a quiet place to continue his student council work from the previous night, he heard Mammon say, “I can’t help it if the coffee tastes bitter!”
The Avatar of Pride stopped in his tracks and twisted his body slightly to glance at Mammon. ‘Did I hear that correctly? He finds this coffee...bitter?’ Lucifer quickly scanned the kitchen counter, only to find a glass jar with capital red letters “COFFEE”. He glanced at you and Mammon once more before exiting the kitchen with a knowing smile.
“I wonder...how long will it take them to realize...”
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For weeks, your routine with Mammon repeated on loop; you woke up every morning to make him breakfast, and he complained about the coffee being too strong. Eventually, the second brother got tired of complaining and dealt with the bitter taste - at least it woke him up.
“Good morning, (y/n)~! Ah, did you make breakfast today? If you don’t mind, I will help myself.” Asmo skipped into the kitchen with a half-asleep Satan following him. As the fifth brother filled his empty plate, the fourth brother poured himself a cup of coffee. Mammon silently watched Satan, knowing he was not going to be pleased with the bitterness of the brew, but much to his shock, his brother showed no such reaction.
“Satan, thank you for not making faces while drinking the coffee I made.”
“What do you mean, (y/n)?” Asmo asked.
“Mammon keeps telling me the coffee is too bitter and makes faces while drinking it,” you pouted, glaring cutely at your closest friend.
Out of curiosity, Asmo took a teensy tiny sip out of Satan’s cup and raised his eyebrow. “It’s not bitter. Mammon, what are you-”
The Avatar of Lust’s muscles tensed up as he snapped his head toward Satan, who was already looking at him with wide eyes. Asmo’s lips grew into a wide smile, and right as he was going to blurt the truth about the coffee, Satan covered his mouth and dragged him out of the kitchen.
‘Why did Asmo have that reaction? It’s not bitter...the coffee is not bitter.’ Mammon’s eyes gradually widened, and his breath got caught in his throat. That coffee jar with the red words! The prank Asmo played on the brothers before you came to Devildom - no way! Does this mean you...?
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The whole night he was tossing and turning as he tried to sort out his own feelings, so when morning came, he hopped out of bed, hurriedly got ready, and rushed to the kitchen. Mammon never got an answer to the question that roamed his mind - do I like them too - but he was going to find out one way or another.
“Mammon? You are up early...and you don’t look like you got much sleep. Everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah, I was havin’ a hard time sleepin’.” He gripped your mug in his right hand, still not sure if he should be ‘tricking’ you. Though he felt bad for not telling you the entire truth, Mammon handed you the coffee cup with a faltering smile, “I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya as a thank you for wakin’ up early every day to cook for me.”
“That’s so sweet!”
As you brought the mug closer to your mouth, Mammon watched you intensely, his heart pounding out of control. He gulped loudly when the rim of the mug made contact with your lips. How was he going to react if you thought the coffee was not bitter? How was he going to react if you said the coffee was bitter? Most of all, how did he want you to react? His head began to spin, but upon noticing your tensed shoulders, Mammon held onto his breath. ‘What are your feelings, (y/n)?’
Turning your head to the side, you spit out the liquid, but the bitter residue lingered in your mouth. “Ew. Ew. Ew! Mammon, you were right! The coffee is too bitter! I’m sorry for not believing you. Wait, but why did Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan say the coffee was not bitter? Mammon...why are you blushing?”
“H-Huh? Oh, um...I’m gettin’ late for work!” With those words, Mammon dashed out of the kitchen at full speed.
“Mammon...?” Amidst the white, dust trail your friend left behind, you stopped in a mute stupor.
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A week had passed since the incident with Mammon, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did he run away? Why did he wake up early that day to make breakfast for you? Was it only meant for a ‘thank you for your support’? What was Asmo going to say that day Satan dragged him away?
Initially, you considered approaching Mammon directly, but you knew he wouldn’t answer. Heck, he had not spoken to you since the day you said the coffee was bitter. Why were you and Mammon the only ones who found the coffee bitter? The long list of questions had kept you out every night, and you were desperate for answers.
You poked into Asmo’s room, and the strong fragrance of the roses on his bedframe tickled your nose. The beautiful demon was busy painting his nails, and though you felt bad disturbing him, you stepped into the room and asked, “Asmo, do you have time to talk?”
“Of course, sweetie! I always have time for you~.” He flashed a warm smile and motioned you to sit next to him. “What would you like to talk about?”
“What were you going to say the day? Why did Mammon and I think the coffee was bitter, but the rest of you thought it was fine?” You spoke without taking a breath and added in a few more questions.
“Sweetie! Breathe! I am sorry to say this, but you should ask Mammon these questions. It’s better you learn from him than me,” his voice was soft with a hint of sympathy.
“Asmo, there is no way Mammon is going to answer. He hasn’t talked to me since I tasted the coffee he made and said it was bitter.”
His jaw dropped, and for a moment, the fifth brother stared at you without moving a muscle. Seeing your concerned look, Asmo gathered himself and attempted to smile, but you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I cannot believe I am admitting this openly, but I am jealous of Mammon. Sweetie, are you familiar with Hell’s coffee?”
“Yes! I remember Solomon talking about it. He said something along the lines of the coffee tasting bitter if brewed by-”
Asmo watched your eyes slowly grow twice the normal size as you brought your hand over your mouth. You brewed the coffee for Mammon, and he thought it was bitter; moreover, he brewed it for you, and it tasted equally bitter. ‘Does this mean Mammon figured out it was Hell’s coffee? Is that why he is avoiding me? But...this means...I have feelings for...him.’
“Talk to him, sweetie. You two need to sort this out as soon as possible. I have been waiting to tell you this for a while, but not all men are alike. I understand the trauma you faced in your past, but I can assure you that Mammon is not like that. Remember, this statement is coming from someone who is not that fond of him.”
Asmo was right; you had to talk to him like a mature adult, whether you liked it or not, or whether he liked it or not. Taking out your phone, you messaged your friend to meet you in your room once he was free. After thanking Asmo for his help, you returned to your room and took time to mentally prepare for your conversation with Mammon.
As you waited for him, each ticking second felt like an hour, but eventually, Mammon showed up at your doorstep with a red shopping bag with gold letters in his hand. “(Y/n), you wanted to talk to me?”
Without beating around the bush, you looked him in the eyes and asked in a neutral voice, “Mammon, I know about the Hell’s coffee. Why didn’t you tell me you like me?”
The Avatar of Greed sat next to you, and with his eyes on the floor, he replied, “I could ask you the same. Why didn’t ya tell me ya like me?”
“A few years back, I started dating a man who I was incredibly fond of. Our relationship was fine, and he took care of me...I imaged a future together, planned everything out, and...,” you let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “and I found out he was cheating on me with my friend. The entire time, they were...behind my back...and I...felt like an idiot.”
Mammon remained silent but rested a slightly damp, shaking hand on top of yours. His thoughtful gesture made you smile a bit, “I figured out my feelings for you a long time ago, but I was afraid of telling you.”
“Lemme ask you this. Do you think I would cheat on ya?”
“No, but...”
Getting up from his seat, your dear friend kneeled in front, reached for the shopping bag, and fished out two boxes with gold writing on top of a designer you recognized. He opened one of the boxes before handing it to you, after which he gently parted the second box to reveal a matching watch.
“I worked my butt off for these, but I really wanted to get ya one too. Y’know, like a couples watch kinda thing. (Y/n), I know gettin’ cheated on can leave a scar, but would ya give me a chance?” He set aside the two watches, enclosed your hands in his, and poured out the feelings he had been shielding in his heart. “Ever since ya came to live with us, I’ve liked ya. I didn’t want to lose your friendship, so I never said anythin’, but after learnin’, you liked me too...I can’t hold back anymore. Please, give me one chance. I’ll stay loyal to you and only you. I promise! Ya can’t say no to this handsome face, can ya?”
The corners of your lips firmly tugged up, “No, I can’t say no to your handsome face, but...can we ease into the relationship? I don’t want to jump straight into dating.”
“You don’t need to ask me. I’ll follow your lead.”
“Hey, Mammon...”
“Ya?”
You rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes, freeing some of the tears that were collecting in your eyes. “Thank you. I look forward to starting a new journey with you.”
A shade of red crossed his cheeks as he replied in the gentlest voice, “Me too, (y/n). Let’s smile together...forever.”
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On Halloween, as Diavolo's birthday wish, demon brothers and side characters go trick-or-treating in the Human World with MC.
Since people are wearing costumes, with suggestion from MC, demons let out their demon forms, since no one will suspect a thing.
Then, a group of people passing by sees their forms and says, "Hey, losers! You look like a bunch of clowns! Did your daddy make them for ya?!", and laughs at their faces while walking away.
How do bros react?
Lucifer
Ohhh boyy
Disrespecting his and Lord Diavolo’s demon form would certainly not end well
The dad comment further infuriated him to the point he is sort of glowing with a dark aura
He soon remembers he is in the human world and if he tries to punish anyone it could end badly
Just takes a deep inhale, it wasn’t as big of a blow to his pride as some might expect once he realized these are just some insecure humans or whatever may be the reason for the insult
“Tch.. those humans are lucky we’re in their world..”
Mammon
Winds up a punch and starts to follow them, but is stopped by MC
When they explain you can’t go hurting up people at an insult, he grumbles something and goes back to their side
Was this a common thing? Do people just insult other peoples outfits?
Whatever the case was, he instantly forget about it the next time he got candy
“That house looks like they have tons of candy! Let’s go to that one!”
Leviathan
Oh he is bothered by that comment
He’s too proud of his cosplay so he might not even shift into his demon form
Also Father did not make it, fuck you
Will be in a sour mood, grumbling about how hard he worked on his outfit
Even if he were to shift into his demon form, it is going to a bit of a blow to his already low self esteem, but he’ll be grumbling about it more then being sad.
“..Ugh.. This is why I don’t go outside..”
Satan
Oh he is seething
Especially thanks to that dad comment
Get someone to calm him down before he hunts those humans down like a wild wolf
Thankfully MC was there to calm him down
Don’t be surprised to see a fire on the news a few days later...
“I am going to murder those sad excuses for humans.”
Asmodeus
Aww, how cute of them to insult the Seven Rulers of Hell, the Demon Prince and the Royal Steward :)
Don’t ask why he stalled behind, he totally didn’t drag someone from that group of humans to a dark alley
When he returns to the group, he is smiling and humming, clinging onto Sol or MC’s arm
“Hm? Oh nothing’s wrong MC, don’t worry about it!”
Just wanted an excuse to write darker Asmo lol, take this with a grain of salt
Beelzebub
Oh his glare
Won’t stop glaring until he is sure they passed
If they were to ever encounter them again, you can hear him growling and glaring.
Everything they said bothered him.
Give him some candy and he’ll stop growling.. probably.
“Oh, is this candy for me? Thanks!”
Belphegor
Too tired for this shit
Seriously, why did they have to go walking around in their demon forms for some childish holiday
Simply infests their minds with nightmares, having a shit eating grin on his face.
“Happy Halloween, bitches.”
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A Grumpy Goat *tail* (Part 3 of 3)
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© 2014 by Glen Ten-Eyck
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Attempting to ring the church's bell had caused a swarm of hornets nested in the steeple to dive into the congregation. The resulting panic left several unconscious ponies near trampled in the church. They alone had no stings!
Sawnax got a big spread of pictures by himself. Fleeing with the rest of the congregation, he got stung twenty or more times on forelegs and neck. The mobility cart ramp was too steep and he lost control, careening through a hedge laced with poison oak and poison ivy, he hit a family on their way to a picnic in the park and overset, banging up his good hind leg in the process.
The family was not hurt, beyond a few bruises, but their picnic basket and contents were ruined. Among the pictures were some of the fallen Sawnax rummaging the wrecked basket and scarfing sandwiches.
The entire collection of Celestian priests got out without a sting. They fled through a back door, overgrown with the new ivy. Poison ivy, that is. They might as well have painted themselves with the itch causing, blister raising, oils.
To cap the disaster, some ponies working in the church kitchen fled and left a stove burning. The resulting fire was a Special Procedures 23 - Toxic smoke requiring evacuation and decontamination of the downwind area.
As Romaine observed, in print, it was not as bad as the Ponyville Elementary School disaster of years ago, which Sawnax was also involved in. *(for details read Caramel Treat's Lunch!)*
We kept finding more and more to giggle over as we read Romaine's excellent prose. She got almost the entire Special Edition because she “just happened to be on the scene as the disaster unfolded.” With her camera!
As a side note, the fire spread through all of the ornamental shrubbery and the up the walls of all the Celestian buildings. All of the poison oak and poison ivy infestation was burned out, along with destroying all of the structures involved.
Clarence and I gave a High Hoof to each other! Frankly, it went even better than we had hoped. Not one pony killed or even seriously injured but LOTS OF PAIN in lots of butts, and elsewhere, of course.
We both gave Coalsmoke a hug of congratulations. Her enthusiastic return hugs made the whole enterprise worthwhile.
The next day, we were sitting out in the sun, looking over the Ponyville Books and More listings to pick out our next Daring Do book.
We could hear them even before we saw them. It was a regular parade coming up the trail. Coalsmoke grinned as she caught sight of them. She offered, “Grumpy, you should get that trail paved! I would bet that Clarence could give you a special deal on good intentions to do it with!”
To make things perfectly weird, the leader of the parade was not using the trail. Derpy was flying, low and slow, so that the others could follow. She landed on the ledge without hesitation and carefully opened her mail pouch. Ceremoniously she handed me a letter. The envelope had a well known seal. Almost every pony or horse in Equestria has seen it. Darn few have seen or handled an ORIGINAL ROYAL SEAL of the Twin Thrones of Equestria.
I did not have time to open it just then.
The clowns arrived to put on their show!
Celestian High Priest Hortimer was almost unrecognizable under the mass of bandages and itch relief creme. The remainder of the priesthood were too. It was obvious that the treatment was not helping all that much. Which suited me right down to the ground.
There was Sawnax in his mobility cart, being pushed by two husky ponies. He had a cast on one hind leg and thick bandages on the other. His rump was swollen and covered with plasters where boils had been drained. Both forelegs and his neck were covered with the lumps of hornet stings. Covering almost all of stings and swellings were the rashes and running sores of the poison oak and poison ivy.
There was another group in formal mourning attire. They were accompanied by Mortimer “Mortician” Mollycoddle, D.E.L. (Doctor of Equestrian Law), who was looking sour.
The one who seemed out of place was wearing the uniform of the Ponyville Fire Department.
The act was led off by Hortimer demanding, “You must heal us of this vile result of your Necromancy! Your evil burned down our church!”
“Hortimer, ol pony! Necromancy is against the Law! Magic, in general, is not. Be clear. How could I cast any spell against you? A Pure and Honest Heart is absolute protection from all the influences of the Evil One. As if evil has some one simple spring outside of themselves and ponies are innocent of harboring rot in their minds.
“You are a personal and perfect refutation of your own claim.”
Hortimer gesticulated at his fellow priests. “We are grievously afflicted by your evil magics and Necromancies!”
My fleshless skull, which should have been expressionless managed to convey complete confusion. “What evil magic, Horty, ol pony? You knew that your church was infested with poison oak and poison ivy. Every reader of the Prancer knows it too. The news went public on Nightmare Night.
“You and your fellow con artists ran through a known hazard and got a case of poison oak. That is your definition of evil magic and necromancy? You do a stupid thing and therefore it is some EVIL GOAT'S fault? Wow.”
As I was shaking my head, I noticed that we had company. Just down the hill, Romaine was snapping away with her camera and taking notes. Clarence managed to utterly fail at looking innocent.
The stallion in the PFD uniform spoke up, handing me a document as he did so, “Grumpy Goat, Sir, the Battalion Chief wanted you to have this to defend yourself from baseless charges like the ones just made. This is the formal investigation report on the fire and surrounding events.
“The entire thing, including their rashes, was caused by their negligence. The details, including all of the ordinances relating to publicly accessible buildings that were violated is here.”
Hortimer looked horrified. “How could you say that this disaster is our fault? We were victims! Just look at us!”
Coalsmoke said acidly, “Look at you? Why? You have always been so ugly that the bandages are an improvement! And you are still ugly!”
That brought a reaction from one of the group in mourning clothes. “You and that damned goat murdered my dad!” He was pointing dramatically. He waved a copy of Coalsmoke's contract with me and yelled, “Here is the proof! Dad found this and made a secret copy!”
Coalsmoke looked utterly pained as she replied, “How is that proof of anything? Secret copy? Just go to the Ponyville Hall of Records in the City Hall. There is a publicly registered copy there for anyone to look up. Grumpy's Contracts are ALL publicly registered.”
I was even more surprised when Mort spoke up. “I do represent the heirs of Clyde S. Dale, but this part of the case is baseless and I have so advised them. You are correct. They are due a substantial sum from his will.”
Coalsmoke nodded emphatically. “They are. They are getting over half of it. The insurances were formally changed to my name and they knew it. I have copies of the acknowledgements.”
Mort nodded. ”I am aware of the issues. I have advised them not to sue on the insurances. Their waivers are clear.”
One of the ones in phony mourning demanded, “Whose side are you on? We hired you!”
Mort, imperturbably replied, “Yours. Coalsmoke is an expert at these things. I have examined your case and hers. She is taking care of you through the will. She has made no effort to cut you out.
“This will come as no surprise to you, but Mister Dale was terminally ill, with a failing heart. His sudden death was probably a mercy.”
“So, dad was dying, we all knew that! We takes all that insurance money that she is stealing from us! She done nothing for it!”
Mort told him bluntly, “I have told you that I am on your side. This advice is as direct as it can be. If you try to sue her, you will waste what you are going to get from the will and wind up owing her a large indemnity. That is a simple fact.”
I was taken aback. Mort the Mortician was an HONEST LAWYER? The world was capsizing!
That was when Sawnax spoke up in a pitiable tone, “That there stuff is all well and good, but what about me? I gots the same rashes and all that Hortimer and the other priests got and was stung besides! I got TWO bad hind legs now, too!
“I thunk you said that I could do whatever I done before. I done break my leg trying. Then they was the boils. I gets that took care of but they still hurts until they heals!
“I is in a lot of pain!”
I knelt in front of the mobility cart to face him eye to eye socket. “You dictated most of what is in the contract, Sawnax. You wanted to live a very long life. You wanted your mind to stay sharp. You wanted to be able to do and enjoy what you could at the time that we signed.”
I sighed. “You are getting all of that. Immortal is NOT invulnerable. It has one advantage in this case. When you heal, you will be just like when you started. It will just take time. Sadly, one of the things that you enjoyed was and is swiping lunches and otherwise cheating. Banged up, dazed and dumped out of that cart, you found sandwiches that were not yours. Scarfed them up, too.
“All inside the contract.”
He turned misery laden eyes to me and asked, “What can I do abouts this? It ain't none of it workin' out like I thought.
“It hurts.”
Said it before. I am honest. Evil but honest. He did actually ask for advice. “You only have three things that you can do here, Sawnax.
“First, you can simply let the contract run. If you do, you will have the least trouble if you do your level best to be a good pony, living a good and honest life. You will have good times and bad. That's life. A long one.
“Second, you can simply repudiate the contract and take the lifespan that you are given, free to do or be whatever you want. You will probably live longer if you follow the advice of your doctors. You lose your money paid but that is all.
“Third, you can commit suicide. You still lose your money but you are out of the whole suffering thing.
“Experience talking here, immortality is not all fun and games.”
He nodded and said softly, “I needs to think.”
I simply backed away. As I did, I saw the pony in the PFD uniform talking to Hortimer. He had a paper. When I heard, “But surely, as a church, we are exempt!”
The PFD pony politely replied, “I am afraid not, Sir. You maintained a nuisance and failed to either report it or let the city know what efforts you were taking to eradicate the nuisance.
“Under both ordinance and Kingdom law that makes you responsible for all costs connected to it. We have decontamination efforts under way at seven residences and five businesses that were downwind and contaminated by the smoke from the burning poisonous plants.”
Hortimer pointed dramatically at me and exclaimed, “He must pay it! He cursed us with those diabolical plants! It is his fault!”
“Me? You mean that if cash is on the line, I am mightier than the Goddess that you worship?”
“Do not blaspheme! Of course Celestia's Power is greater than your mere diabolic dabbling!”
I laughed as he was trapped by his own reflexive arguments. “So, it is your responsibility after all! Celestia must be gravely disappointed in you for trying to shift the blame!”
His horrified expression was almost reward enough. Almost. I had to add it. “You did not need me to clear up the poison oak and poison ivy after all! Celestia's Holy Fire has removed it all!”
That did it. Delightful.
Sawnax said, “That was sharp, Mister Grumpy. I probably gots no right to ask it but if I repudiates the contract, would you do me one favor? You is getting to keep a lot of gold.”
“What favor is that, Sawnax?”
“Can you, like, speed up my healing some? This is a real misery.”
“I can do that, Sawnax, but I will lay a heavy one on you for it. You must stay honest and not cheat anypony, horse or goat until you are healed.”
Clarence had his wings up and his teeth were chattering as he giggled.
Derpy tugged at my foreleg. “Mister Grumpy, about the letter, will there be a reply? It is post paid by their Highnesses.”
With Clarence, the Litch King and Coalsmoke looking over my shoulder I opened the letter.
“To Grumpy Goat: Hail and well met!
We, your Princesses, have heard rumor of you practicing unlawful Necromancy. We have looked deeply into the matter and have found no evidence of such criminal activity. The casting of Glamors and other such magics is perfectly legal.
Further, we have found that you have honestly registered all of your contracts, which appear to be in the form of bets that certain events will happen within set time frames. You hold the stakes and, if you win, keep the coin.
It is a remarkable coincidence that ALL of your contracted events have happened as spelled out. Always through some routine or other natural means.
With your consent, we should like to visit your cave to discuss a few such “bets.”
Yours, Celestia Yours, Luna.
As Derpy flew away with my reply, Clarence and Coalsmoke both suffered major giggles.
~THE END~
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Smash or pass Marks favorite boy Wilford?
what do you take me for, a FOOL? SMASH THAT MAN INTO THE NEXT CENTURY. if it weren't for wmlw, I wouldn't have gotten back into the markcu fandom after adwm. can you believe i used to be a casual markiplier fan in 2018? it all went downhill once i realised that wmlw was related to LORE AND THEN NOW LOOK WHERE WE'RE AT. I've got an emotional attachment to this stabby boy, man i even COSPLAYED at him at one point in time. He's such a tragic little clown, mark didnt have to go that hard into wilford's lore but im GLAD he did.
Just, LOOK AT THIS PUPPYDOG, that lil cheeky grin and how flirtatious he is? im just like a bear to honey, like a bee to a flower, like a flower to...I dunno I JUST THINK HE'S NEAT
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Hi, may I request a match up?
My appearance: I’m 5’5 and plus size (I carry a lot of my weight in my thighs and stomach). I have tan skin. I have curly, black hair that’s cut into an undercut. I wear black square glasses. I also have brown eyes and a few freckles scattered around my nose and eyelids.
My personality: I’m an ambivert. I’m extremely shy around new people and I’ve very closeted in. However, in places where I’m comfortable I can be quite outgoing and loud. Once I get warmed up to somebody new, I can talk to them for hours.
I’m a very calm person. Even when I’m anxious or stressed I don’t really ever crack under pressure. It takes a lot to upset me and it takes a lot more to make me angry. Also, when I do get angry, I cry.
My hobbies: My main two hobbies are cosplaying and art. I draw, paint, etc. and I have been since a really young age. Cosplay actually made me realize that I’m really passionate about FX makeup and that’s what I go to school for now. I also love listening to music. I listen to pretty much every genre. I also love to write a LOT.
And here’s some random facts: I was in theatre throughout high school and I was in choir for half of high school. My favorite singers are David Bowie, Prince, and Lady Gaga. Horror is my favorite genre. I’m a scare actor and my local haunt usually cast me as a clown. My favorite colors are red and black.
Thank you so much and I love your account! 🖤🖤🖤
You're so sweet! I love YOU, anon. 🖤
Okay, so, out of your information, the fact that you work at a haunt really jumped out at me. The intricacies of a haunt, and the different levels of a scare really reminded me of someone. That someone is Amanda Young, Jigsaw's accomplice in the first three Saw movies. She knows a thing or two about coming up with horrifying scenarios to test the lost souls of the world. She could relate with you artistically, except I hope your haunt doesn't put people through a harrowing trial that ends in life or death. 👀
The autumn air had a refreshing chill as it whipped Amanda's hair around her face. The two of you were currently outside, taking spray paint to one of the backdrop walls that would be featured at your local haunt. You had been tasked to create something that the patrons could take selfies in front of, a bid at some free advertising on people's social media pages.
The haunt had chosen something a little different this year, not exactly scary, but an homage to the Universal Classic Horror Films; Dracula, The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, The Mummy, they were all being honored this year.
Amanda was especially excited to help you out, as she and John had spent hours bonding over the Universal Classics before he passed. Having this time with you was beyond special, and as the two of you worked together on making life-size copies of the Universal Monsters, she couldn't help but wish John was here to see it.
You noticed her sadness, it was as if the two of you were tethered to eachother, so neither of you could hide what you were feeling. You put down your paint brush, the chalky green/gray of Frankenstein's skin had dripped onto your hands and dried, making it seem as if you were slowly turning into the scientist's next wayward creation.
You approached Amanda, nudging her softly with your shoulder, "You alright, Mandy?"
She nodded, giving you a soft smile, "Yes... I just... I just wish he could see all this, and that he could have met you. He'd be so happy for me, and he would have had a blast here."
You wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close, "He knows, Mandy. He's always with you."
Your words provided a comfort that Amanda didn't know she needed. Leaning forward she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "You're right. Thank you. I have no idea what I'd do without you."
"I don't know either," you confessed, shooting her a teasing grin, "But I do know what you're going to do with me. We're going to design the coolest backdrop you've ever seen, and then later, we can go to the warehouse."
Amanda immediately lit up at the prospect of going to the place where John's legacy lived on. You never shied away from helping her come up with inventive ways to set up tests. Your support meant everything to her.
"You know what? You're perfect," she declared, getting back to her painting.
You could feel a faint blush tinge your cheeks, "Well, not as perfect as you."
The two of you went back and forth for a while, until you decided to call a truce and really focus on getting to work.
On Halloween night, when people lined up to take pictures with your work, you both had to admit that it really was the coolest backdrop the two of you had ever seen.
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All the Sims that appear in "Ecofinisher's Sims 4 Base Game file" - Part 5/6
I forgot, what was the reason I wanted to do this bio, but here it is.
This post focuses on the Sims, that live in Newcrest. Both self-made and gallery-taken Sims.
ASTRUC-VOLKA (Leonid Volka, Daniela and Danielle Astruc)
Summary: Danielle and Daniela share everything together. Their house, their meals, their car and their boyfriend. All the three seem pretty cool with it. Both women are planning to get pregnant as well by their boyfriend and have in the future a baby. Is this really going to be a good thing in the future to when the kids grow up and start going out with the others?
Note: The trio have two newborn babies in the household.
LAURENT (Memphis and Beau Laurent. Mika Laurent and Depressed Clown)
Summary: Four young Sims met at a support group of bullying and befriended each other quickly due to their unnatural looks.Together all have won confidence and self-respect. The group promised each other to live together and help each other in the new start of life and are having the best days of their lives. Now that the group has learned the lesson about loving themselves for who they are, we will only need to know now, if they will find someone someday, that will love them for who they are as well.
Note: They're not blood-related. They are just tagged as family members.
ZATTAH (Stephanie and Karpos Zattah)
Summary: Stephanie and Karpos have an age gap of 40 years. A former barista falling in love with a five-star-chef isn’t something you see everyday. Obviously to many people’s eyes, behind this marriage there’s one thing, that people will think about at first glance – gold digging. Stephanie is waiting for the day, Karpos bites the dust due to his rusty age. She really has been waiting for a couple of years. He should have passed the 100th already and he still looks the same! How does it come, that a man, that worked in a five-star restaurant for years dealing with lots of food not expedite his way out to the afterlife?
ZACZKOWSKY (Stanislaw, Przemyslaw and Jowita)
Summary: Matislaw used to be the leader of a crime gang, until one time he was ratted out by a Spaniard, who kept the whole team’s score while they were jailed in. Matislaw did have his brother and niece out of town and knew well, that when he was out they would work with him to track down the traitor and avenge the deed. As Matislaw came out, he figured out both his family members were following another path leaving the revenge plans for himself. What is he going to do from now on?
Notes: The Sims' last names use Slavic suffixes.
COSPLAY CHICKS (Lila Rossi, Lilly Petru and Lara Nussbaumer)
Summary: Lily, Lara and Lila are into Sims and Anime. They own as well a cool cosplay costume to visit the Comic Con next year! Lily and Lara already have a boyfriend out of town, only Lila seems to be enjoying her freedom or actually, she’s just spending the rest of the day after work in front of her laptop…...She’s probably Simming or watching Animes as usual, but after all that she always left with an amusing grin plastered on her face. Kinda suspicious?
Notes: I forgot to give them basic clothing xD My bad.
SHEPPARD-MORALES (Jewel and Marie Sheppard. Tucker and Alessia Morales)
Summary: This is actually crazy. Road-agent Tucker has a huge attraction on the masked thief Jewel. She also has a crush on her roommate Tucker. She knows very well, he’s in love with her, but she also knows she can’t tell him, who she really is. Both their siblings are aware of that issue and are confused about how both haven’t realized that issue yet.
END NOTE
Presumed and marked with ???? Sims I wasn't able to find their owner again and on my gallery they were tagged as "mine", when I actually had saved them and changed their clothes to "base game".
All Sims are split into 6 blog posts due to the limitation of images.
'm looking forward to sharing each household separately into my gallery in the next 48h for anyone who's interested in specific ones only.
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Clown oc
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critical role outfit vibes (pt2)
in honor of the m9 vs vm one shot, here’s another one of these posts bc the vibes tonight are impeccable
ashley: ma’am. ma’am. how are you so cute. the hairbuns? the eyeliner? the slightly crooked goggles resting on her forehead? the black would be insufferable in the post-apocalyptic heat, but as the goths of old have shown us, you can’t be hot without risking possible heatstroke. i am surrounded by water thieves, who want me not only for my precious few bottles of water, but also my juicy dump truck ass. i try to fight them off, but there’s just too many of them. suddenly the one nearest to me’s head explodes, and screaming through the spray of blood and viscera is ashley, riding a tricked out quad bike. she makes quick work of the water thieves and holds a hand down to me. i gently grasp her hand, and she takes me back with her to her utopia hidden among the sand dunes. 10/10
marisha: we meet at a LARP gathering. i’ve never been before, so i’m nervous. she takes me under her wing, guiding me through the ways of a warrior. i can’t stop thinking about warrior cats jokes. i see her defeat three men in single combat. i lose her in the crowd of people after this, and never see her again. the warcraft movie blue face paint and the goggles give me steampunk warrior, but the single-armed fishnet glove and leather bustier gives me 2008 scene kid. both of these are specifically designed towards me so 8/10
laura: harley quinn without the clowncore. she’s that cool chick at a roller derby that’s super sweet to everyone out of game, but will go absolutely lethal the minute her skates hit the rink. would kick my ass and i would thank her, but there’s nothing too crazy with this outfit - i would wear this out in public. 6/10
liam: Erik Phantomoftheopera called, he wants his mask back. the feathers on the black hood is tight as fuck tho - i’m pretty sure he’s wearing a fishnet shirt underneath as well. kinda gives me “theatre kid that shows up in full cosplay to a halloween party where everyone is just dressed sluttily” vibes. again, he will instantly die of heatstroke the minute the apocalypse happens but like, what a way to go. 8/10
sam: whatever energy the insane clown posse has, this outfit has the opposite of that. haunts me, even when i close my eyes. this man walks up to me in the aisles of a 24 hour corner store and asks me if i’ve seen god. i clutch my doritos close to my chest and weakly tell him i’m agnostic, so no. he grins too widely at me, and tells me “you will”, and then walks away. the woman on the bean cans next to me stares as i contemplate what the fuck i just experienced. -100000/10
tal: 18th century vampire who’s lived the last 50 years in vegas. will officiate your wedding, however any children born of this union will have their souls tied to the eldritch god that he made a deal with back in ‘83 (which ‘83? he’ll never tell). this doesn’t impede these children in any way, but they do find themselves drawn to leopard print for unknown reasons and will be goth.
travis: this is a t-shirt and a pauldron, with some eyeliner as a treat. he also immediately took all of this off after the intro. would not last in the apocalypse. 3/10
#critical role spoilers#critical role#cr#critrole#m9 vs vm#vox machina#mighty nein#vox machina vs mighty nein
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Riding Hood
Summary:Toni Topaz/Male reader where they shop for their Halloween costume for the carnival.
”I can’t believe Cheryl said we had to do a fairytale theme.” Fangs huffs and you laugh. Sweet Pea rolls his eyes and you can see Toni is already clearly lost in thought about what she’ll be dressing as.
“Y/N what are you thinking?” She asks and you shrug a little.
“Not sure want to help me look over the weekend?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re gonna need all the support you can get flipping through the five hundred killer clown and spooky prisoner outfits on the shelves.”
“Never know, beside don’t you need to find something or are you gonna be a sexy beast since Toni is going as Belle, uh sorry storybook princess.”
“Haha, very funny.”
“Why don’t we do like a once upon a time group costume or something? Or like superheroes.”
“So cosplay?” Toni laughs again and you nod.
“Yeah you and Cheryl could be Lena and Supergirl, and I could be the Flash, or like Iron Man.”
”I don’t understand why you can’t just pick somethingggggg.” Toni whines, you know you should have gone out with Cheryl to shop for halloween outfits but you’d been busy and you still had no idea what you wanted to wear for the halloween carnival.
“I don’t understand why we even have to dress up.” You counter and Toni laughs.
”Because Cheryl wouldn’t buy anyone tickets unless we all dressed up.”
“Mhm, so what are you planning on?” She watches you scanning the rows of costumes.
“I was thinking about taking it literally.”
“Going as a costume store?” Toni laughs a little clearly confused.
“No, the dress part.”
“Oh, you think Halloween is a good time to try it out?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to wear one, just for fun you know, but..”
“With how riverdale handles different it’s not safe.” She nods towards the mirror, her bright pink hair just one of the obvious reasons the northsiders are still weary of her.
”Are you done in there? Do you need help?” Toni shouts from the closed door. Your fingers run along the edge of the skirt, and you spin once more before grinning at your reflection.
“No I’m good. I think I’ll go with this one, give me a sec to take it off.” You haven’t stopped grinning since you’ve put it on, and as you pack it back up your smile fades nerves setting in as you turn the image on the front of the package.
“So?”
“You’ll have to see on the night!” You grin and Toni pats your shoulder.
“You better not outdo me and Cheryl in the sexy deparment.”
You’re more nervous, but you have a change of clothes in your backpack if you need, as you approach Cheryl and Toni they’re both grinning and to your surprise you can see Sweet Pea, Fangs and Kevin.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“They already went in. Damn Y/N you clean up nice.” Fangs grins, laughing a little Kevin nods.
“The hood seems a little tight.”
“It’s because Sweet Peas gave him a massive head with all the praise.” Sweet pea comments and Cheryl arches an eyebrow.
“Little red riding hood, how original, there’s probably fifteen other people dressed like you, try to be more innovative next time.” Cheryl comments dryly and you can see Toni attempting to scold her but you’re just happy that she didn’t comment about the skirt you’re wearing.
”Seriously Y/N, you look good, like good good.” Fangs grins you know Sweet Pea had snuck some sort of drink in through his jacket, you knew fangs wasn’t drunk at all, he was playing it up, clearly embarrassed about something so he was using it as an excuse.
“Thanks, I’m guessing good good is a good thing?”
“Yeah you look like gorgeous. In the skirt, uh costume.” Fangs offers and you laugh at him, nodding in delight as Toni calls you over to play on of the carnival games.
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You know this thing in fanfic where the love interest is changed into his child self, how do you think it would go if it happened to the adult trio?? It's basically a "how would they act as children" I’m imagining them around 3-5 years old?? But you can write with whatever age you feel most comfortable in
Hisoka
While how they would react depends on whether or not they are aware of what happened and retain their memories (even if they end up being influenced by the fact they are children again), you can bet Hisoka would be the one who would enjoy it the most. Those around him… Not so much.
If he retained his memories, Hisoka would simply relax and take advantage of the situation, be by pulling a “puppy dog eyes” trick on you when he wants something or acting all innocent if he meets someone who wants him dead (you’d be surprised how easy it is for Hisoka to act as if he’s just a kid cosplaying as his “favorite fighter from Heaven’s Arena”). Who would guess this murderer clown-like maniac can look so much like a normal child? Well, it would last just as long as necessary as he’d turn to you with a grin after fooling some “idiot” (his terms) or after he pulls a “prank” on someone. In the end, even as you two are searching for a solution to whatever happened, Hisoka would find ways to have fun with it. He may grow uncomfortable or impatient after a while (especially if his strength has suffered as well and besides since his mind remains that of an adult, there are things of childhood that have just lost their appeal for him and others he can only enjoy as an adult) but you’d be the only one to notice it). Heck, even if he retains his memories, Hisoka would not be above pretending he actually regressed to a child-like mindstate if he deems it to be way more amusing (you’re free to yell at him when he either spills the beans or you realize it).
It's also possible that, in a case of “body over mind”, having physically regressed to being a child will influence Hisoka somewhat, so he may find himself acting like one at times, even if he’ll likely try to control those impulses. It’s something when he is consciously acting the part to have fun, another is when he catches himself genuinely being a child again. If you’re close enough, you can tell him to just enjoy himself (after all, it’s pretty possible he didn’t have an exactly happy childhood) and let loose, but if not, then just shrug it off (or at most, tease him asking since when he cares about what others think anyway).
Now, if Hisoka’s mind does regress to that of a child, things may get complicated. Even if he feels there is something special about you (the whole “heart remembering what the mind does not”), Hisoka will not simply trust you right away and because he might be confused, it will be even harder to help him, almost like trying to approach a street dog that is hurt (well, depending also on the specific age, of course), but since you’ve been together for a while, you may know a few tricks that will help you. Not treating him like an idiot just because he’s a kid will certainly be a good idea. Say a few things you know about him, that ought to at least get his attention enough for him to follow you back home. Be happy if this whole deal lasts for just a day though, Hisoka had a certain “prankster” trait on him as a child…
In this scenario, while Hisoka as a child will likely be more independent and cynical than most of his age (to a point it can be either sad or scary, especially if he regresses to an age after he finally had enough and started to become the twisted creature we know today), it doesn’t mean he isn’t a kid. If you know this situation will pass on its own, maybe you can just try to relax (keyword, try. This is still Hisoka, after all) and give him a good memory, letting him be a normal kid… (Though I wouldn’t take him to play with other children if I were you). I can’t say it will be easy, especially at first, so patience is the key. Lots of it.
Illumi
I don’t know about you, but I would seriously consider dumping Illumi at the Zoldyck’s if that happened. Let his family deal with this mess…
If Illumi retains his memories, there will be no difference whatsoever. Seriously, it’s like Illumi just got small and that’s it. You may try getting him to “enjoy himself” or something, but it won’t work. It’s just not his style and he won’t see the reason to start running around or playing tag since he takes no enjoyment out of this and doesn’t need the possible physical benefit of said exercise. It doesn’t matter if you point out he could “take the day off” and how many people might’ve liked to be a child once again, even if just for one day. Illumi may understand the reasoning, but he’ll reply that he feels he enjoyed his childhood enough. After all, his mind is still of an adult and the time for “jumping rope” or “exploring” has passed a long time ago.
If you both know this situation will just pass on its own, Illumi will just want to wait it out. You may take a stroll around the city or spend the day together, but don’t ask him to act like a child just because his body changed. If anything, the change of size may annoy him… It’s not that he feels vulnerable or helpless (or as if he is, to be fair), but it’s a pain to have to ask for help if he can’t reach something and it just feels weird since he’s used to being taller and he can’t even use this situation to his advantage.
Hell, he can’t even try to approach Killua for a “Brothers’ Bonding Day” since Killua is definitely, completely, totally not interested (if anything, Killua would be creeped out and run away).
Even if Illumi’s condition comes to influence his behavior somehow, it will be hard to notice not only due to Illumi’s self-control but because, well, of the way he was raised. Even if he may feel like playing or doing something child-like, it won’t be an exactly normal sight (if he ends up indulging in it, for starters). You may try getting him to relax if you really want, but it may be better to offer to play chess or video-games (using the excuse it helps with reflexes or something of the sort).
If Illumi regresses completely, well, it might be best to leave him with his family until he goes back to normal. Remember that Illumi has the firm philosophy that assassins don’t need friends and, without his memories, he won’t have any reason to want you around (especially if he’s at an age when boys are not interested in relationships). Unless he is at a very young age and away from home, he may even tell you to leave. It’s not that he means anything bad, but he doesn’t recognize you as one of the butlers, doesn’t need help, so… Why are you around him? Even if his feelings persist the physical change, he won’t be quite able to understand them and may just decide to ignore them, so it might be complicated for you to stay around. Remember how Illumi doesn’t care for those that are not from the family. It’s not that he means anything bad, he’s just acting the way he was raised.
His family may try to help you deal with it, but in a way that doesn’t contradict their teachings (in their eyes, it’s better this way, especially if they know this situation won’t last). As such, they may suggest you act as a temporary butler or maid or something of the sort. Well, at least at this age, Illumi isn’t twisted to the point of disregarding your life completely, so if you want, you can at least stay around. Though, again, it will be easier for you to stay away until he goes back to normal.
Chrollo
Oh, boy… The moment you look at Chrollo as a child, you may wonder how in all the circles of Hell did such a sweet-looking kid became the leader of the Genei Ryodan. Really, what on Earth happened?
If Chrollo keeps his memories, he won’t want to be seen by the rest of the Spiders. Oh, he is fully aware they wouldn’t dare laugh or go into squees of “cute” (though Uvogin might’ve put him in his shoulder before Chrollo told him to put him back in the ground. Now) and this doesn’t really affect the respect they have for him, but he has his reputation to maintain anyway, you know (yeah, that serious expression? Intimidating on Adult!Chrollo, adorable on Child!Chrollo).
It's unlikely that Chrollo will just go to a playground because he became a child, especially in this case. Too much has happened in his life for him to relax to the point of enjoying the opportunity this may present (for all we know, he might’ve to grow up too fast while living in Meteor City, so even if he did try, he wouldn’t be sure of how and would feel so awkward that he would quit soon). He will enjoy being able to walk around with no care if anyone will recognize him (not that many would under normal circumstances, let alone attack him) and you may convince him to lay down for the day, just try to make the best of the situation (even if he retains his skill and is still the Leader of the Genei Ryodan, it might be a good idea to not take the unnecessary risk of someone from the Mafia recognizing him in this form), but Chrollo is more likely to do that by going to a museum or a library like he usually does. You may try to convince him to go to an amusement park but don’t suggest the rides aimed at children. Remember that while you’re trying to get him to enjoy himself, his mind is still that of an adult.
Even if the condition affects his behavior somewhat, it’s not easy to predict how he will react (once again due to how his childhood might’ve been). It won’t help matters and if anything, it will make things confusing for him and bring that awkward feeling mentioned above. He may want to play, but he doesn’t know why or how or even how to approach other kids. However, if you two are just at home, eating together or watching a movie, with you being yourself (perhaps at times ruffling his hair or scratching his head because, well, he is a cute kid), this will give him a sense of security and peace he likely didn’t have as a child.
The same applies if he doesn’t remember anything. Yeah, it will be complicated to get him to trust you because he doesn’t know where he is and, while “don’t trust strangers” is a must for anyone, it’s even more so at Meteor City. People around there might help each other due to their condition, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t others who take advantage of the fact that people there are considered worthless. It might take a while just for you to convince him you mean no harm, though it might be easier if Chrollo’s feelings remain, as his own instinct will make him feel he can trust you regardless if doesn’t understand why. It’s also possible Chrollo was a lot wilder when he was younger (having to survive in that city might do that to you), to the point he seems, well, somewhat of a street urchin (or a sulky kid that stares at you with distrust masquerading as anger), especially if he regresses to a really young age.
Though, deep in his mind, he may be noting some items around the house that he could steal. An irony, really, because that vase there or the necklace you’re wearing? He is the one that gave them to you.
Once he relaxes enough, it will be easier to wait for him to go back to normal. It will still be like dealing with an animal (perhaps more so than with Hisoka because Chrollo might be the type that snarls if you approach him too much), but you’ll feel his coldness fading. He may still try to act tough, but you’ll see this is because his child self isn’t exactly used to someone not from Meteor City being gentle with him.
#headcanon#hxh headcanon#Adult Trio#child#child headcanon#Hisoka#Illumi#Zoldyck#Chrollo#Kuroro#Lucifer#This could be really cute or really creepy#Hunter x Hunter#Hunter Hisoka#children
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I ADORE THE GRINNING MAN ITS MY FAVOURITE MUSICAL!!! omg aaa what’s ur favourite song?! as someone who likes clowns how do u rate barkilphedro’s design??! and yes u do look like dea u could cosplay her so well!
my fave song is probably Beauty and the Beast since omg it gets stuck in my head so easily and it’s rly pretty. Barkilphedro’s design is immaculate also it took me way too long to realize that his hat was just a par of tights with tennis balls in the feet but it’s perfect and I love it. I was like SO SURPRISED WHEN I SAW DEA HJFDGH like her hair and outfit combined I was like...wait that’s just. me. so I knew I had to watch it bc of her hgdfjkgd
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@vindictes:
" you’re not fitted for survival. "
“...hm.”
That’s it.
That’s his answer, at first.
A scoff, a raised eyebrow.
A long silence, considering his standards.
This... so-called “top dog” really decided to come to his turft after he started messing with some clowns cosplaying as mid-90s gang members just to tell him he shouldn’t be allowed to live, huh.
Wonder how it feels like, for that bloke.
To just... walk in a decrepit mansion, being followed by a bunch of scruffy teens, going to the room of their leader and finding him sitting on a makeshift throne.
Surely, someone dressed like that was hating every single moment spent in the Shady House.
Guzma found it amazing.
Enough to give a toothy grin at the other, chuckling under his breath.
“...y’know? You’re not the first one who tells me that.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard actual gods sayin’ th’ same to me, word for word.
I love provin’ bastards like ya wrong. It drives y’all out of your goddamn mind, ‘n it’s so. Fucking. Hilarious.”
#guzma literally just being alive: YOU MAD BRO? YOU MAD BRO? YOU MA-#vindictes#❌|| ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏ 💀 interactions ||❌
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