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【 “Tickles!” 】 (HenchDevil)
─── Boss∼ Wakey, wakey! ─── exclaimed the purple demon as he entered with a cart. ─── I brought you breakfast in bed~ ─── he crooned.
A twitch of the Devil's ears made him smile, but with a lazy yawn and a turn, he settled back to sleep.
Henchman didn't usually allow the Devil to eat in his bed unless he was sick. The reason was as simple as having to clean up the crumbs or, worse, wash the sheets due to some carelessness. However, that didn't stop the Devil from trying his luck from time to time trying to get that privilege out of him.
If he had listened, then why would he decide to ignore such an offer?...
─── Boss, boss, boss... ─── the purple demon began, shaking his head repeatedly. The Devil's ears flattened against his head knowing what was coming next: a scolding.
─── He can't just stay in bed all day doing nothing.
"Yes I can" mumbled the Devil.
─── What was that?
─── Yes I can! ─── the demon king replied before slipping between his sheets, Henchman gasped in horror. A mischievous smile grew on the Devil's face.
Until the sheets were ripped off.
─── Boss, up! ─── The purple demon ordered. The Devil's enraged look collided with his, but that did not intimidate him.
─── Or what?! ─── The Devil challenged smiling.
─── Or this will be war.
─── Oh yeah? The war of whatAHAHAHA!
...And here he was, with the Devil hiccupping and writhing under him.
─── I give up! I give up! ─── he begged him.
─── Really? ─── Henchman's eyes lit up.
─── No. ─── The Devil replied smiling. Henchman didn't have time to register it before his world spun.
Now the tables had turned, the Devil was the one who was lying on top of Secuaz, cornering him.
─── My turn. ─── and with an evil smile, he proceeded to "torture" the purple demon. Now it was Henchman's uproarious laughter that filled the room, tears soon rolling down his chubby cheeks. His plump body was the victim of countless spasms as pleas for mercy poured out again and again from his mouth.
The Devil couldn't deny that he enjoyed that sight.
─── Do you give up? ─── the Devil questioned amused, delight practically dripping from his voice.
─── I give up, I give up! Please boss! ─── Henchman asked between tears and laughter.
─── I like it that way.
The battle ended as planned, with him victorious.
Once sure that the game was over, the purple demon inhaled deeply before sighing in relief. After so much fighting she was short of breath, his chest swelled and distended making his belly sway like the waves of the sea. Soft gasps still left him, tears and spilled beads of sweat finding their way to the floor.
When Henchman lazily opened one of his eyes he found the Devil watching him intently.
He opened his mouth for an instant, then closed it the next, unable to form a coherent thought. The way his boss looked at him made him feel inexplicably exposed, to which his body contracted in an attempt to make himself impossibly smaller. Nervous butterflies fluttered in his stomach, his tail flicked from side to side.
He had never seen his boss like this.
The dark hairy chest was expanding and retracting in what appeared to be deep breaths. On either side of his head the king's serpentine arms stood steady as pillars, lifting him up like a moonless night. A pair of glowing ruby eyes held him pinned right in place, calm as candle fire in the dark.
─── B-boss? ─── Henchman emitted weakly, barely above a mutter. The usual pale face of his now flushed.
The Devil soon woke up from his reverie after hearing it.
The fantasy was broken; the reality of the situation hit him with the force of a freight train, the reality that this purple demon was just his assistant, his right-hand man! and he lay confused by the current compromising situation.
His eyes went wide and his throat went dry, his shattered confidence galvanizing him into action.
Oh craps...
The Devil pushed himself up with his hands to stand up in record time. The speed of the maneuver nearly cost her a fall if not for his trusty trident. But that couldn't matter less.
─── S-enough "dissuasion" for today! ─── he decreed with nervous bitterness in his voice, earning a startled look from the purple demon.
A pang of guilt pricked his heart, but he had no choice. At least that's how he felt. This was the best and only gamble he could think of now to safeguard his pride. With practiced disdain he dusted his fur and held out his hand in a hint of kindness.
Henchman was lost.
A moment ago he had been in the most claustrophobically excited moment of his life with his boss, and now things seemed to have returned to their normality as unexpectedly as a balloon bursts.
The Devil sighed, steeling himself with a small sip of patience. With one deft move he caught the purple demon's arm and hauled it to its feet.
Oh!
─── Heh... Thanks, boss. ─── Henchman added awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous reflex.
The Devil's look denoted annoyance and impatience, avoiding him like the plague.
─── Yes, yes, yes whatever. Now, if there's nothing else you have to say. ───The Devil struck the trident from him.
───W-wait, boss! I...
A misty cloud of dust and he was gone.
Henchman's gaze fell, his heart lightening to him dejected at being ripped from the company so abruptly. Words he had wanted to say rolled out of his mouth.
───...I wish you a good day.
#the cuphead show#henchmanxdevil#henchman#the devil#the devil cuphead#henchdevil#oneshot#fanfic#el diablo#secuaz#secuazxdiablo#alternate universe#playtime
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this is my hardest win screen yet. 2/3 faints. diablos is horrible, and in show of my utmost disrespect I have used all the materials from it for my kitty squire (also because I love him and he honestly plays better than me)
#diablos my beloathed#its not even hard or fun it just has hitboxes the size of a continent#also hits like a truck literally and can stun-oneshot you easily#and half its body is covered in armor which makes you stumble when you hit it#i have to admit it teaches to stand your ground and not constantly chase the monster around this doesn't mean i like it#i think the final hit came from my bug buddy too lol#i dont mind at all just glad this is over with#mhw#mh world#monster hunter world
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Heyyy, I missed u!
Can you write about a first time that Quartararo and his gf show up together in a race or in Sepang's tests?
Xoxo
Sepang
'Good morning princess.' you heard Fabio's soft voice echo through your mind as you slowly began to wake up. With you sleeping on your stomach and the sheets resting just above your ass, Fabio took the opportunity to splay his hand along your back and rub it gently as his lips kissed at your shoulder blade.
'Mm.... It's too early babe.' you whined into your pillow, nestling your face further into the oh so comfortable feather pillow.
'I know, but we need to leave. Our flight leaves in a few hours.' he whispered, smirking when you rolled your shoulder and goosebumps rose on your skin from his breath.
'But I'm so tired!' you shrieked, your naturally hoarse morning voice making him chuckle.
'Should I wake you up then?' he said suggestively, kissing his way down your spine and slowly bringing the sheets lower and lower to expose your ass to him. He bit lightly at the supple skin there and chuckled darkly at your squeal.
'I suppose we have some time before we have to get ready.' you mumbled, sighing in anticipation when you felt his fingers trail up your inner thigh.
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'Welcome to Malaysia!' the flight attendant said to you and Fabio as you got off the flight.
'Thank you!' you both said in unison, walking together to baggage claim to grab your suitcases.
'How far is the track from here?' you asked, rolling your suitcases outside to the car waiting for both of you.
'Not far. I think it's only like 45 minutes from here.' he said, grabbing your suitcase and putting it into the back of the car for you.
'Good. Time for me to sleep.' you sighed, laying your head on his lap as he sat in the backseat with you. He chuckled at you and swept your long hair out of your face, his hand resting on the side of your face as you closed your eyes and got a little bit of sleep during the drive.
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Waking up, you adjusted your eyes slightly before looking up at Fabio as you laid your head in his laid. He was plugged into his music and looking out of the window, his thumb rubbing your temple lightly as a pastime.
He looked down at you and smiled when he felt your hand cover his. You and Fabio had such an incredible and undeniable wordless connection. Just one touch, one smile, one look, one action could speak a million words between you and him and you both wouldn't change that for the world.
'I'm nervous.' you mouthed to him, watching his eyebrows furrow lightly. He took out an earphone and looked back down at you.
'Why are you nervous babe?' he asked softly, his hand resting on your knee. You shrugged lightly and picked at your fingers.
'I don't know... This is just the first time I'm coming with you and actually being out in public with you. People are going to talk.' you said.
'So let them talk. I'm not afraid to show you off to the world, babe. I'm excited to show you everything I do and what goes into making these races happen. Let them talk babygirl. Let's give them something to talk about.' he said, a small chuckle falling from your lips.
'Sometimes I wish I could be so carefree like you.' you said, cupping his chin and sitting up to kiss his lips.
'I love you just the way you are.' he smiled, pecking your lips again before the car stopped to drop you both off at the paddocks. Walking to the bus, you both relaxed for the rest of the night and went to sleep to recharge for the next day.
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'C'mon babe. It'll be alright, I promise.' Fabio said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. You'd just finished getting ready in his bus and he was dressed in full leathers, ready to go to the second test of the year.
'If you say so...' you breathed out nervously.
'I know so.' he kiss your lips before opening the door for you and letting you walk in front of him. He grabbed your hand and led you to where you needed to go through the paddocks and made it to his garage. As you walked through pitlane to the garage, quite a few cameras were taking pictures of you walking beside Fabio and holding his hand. He was the current world champion after all, and to see a woman by his side suddenly had to have been quite the sight to see. He noticed you kind of shy away from the first few photos that were taken, so he squeezed your hand a few times to let you know it was alright.
'Hey wait, c'mere.' he said once you got to the garage with him. He brought you closer to him and he looked like he saw something on your face. As he got closer, he grabbed your chin and turned your cheek towards him, a gasp falling from you when he licked your cheek.
'You did not just lick my face...' you said in shock, laughing as Tom watched the interaction between you two.
'I should run, shouldn't I?' he laughed, backing up slowly from you and watching you slowly nod your head.
'Now's a great time to start running.' you said, taking off after him when he ran from you down the length of the pitlane.
'It's so hard to run in these!' he shouted, referring to his tight leathers that didn't help his speed as he ran.
'Should've thought about that before you licked my face!' you laughed, watching him trip but recover and continue running.
The cameras sure had quite the spectacle to photograph now. It's amazing how he could make you so easily forget about something you were once so nervous about. One of the many reasons you loved about the man currently running for his life...
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You, an intellectual: Kill that mob already, he will keep resurrecting his friends
Me, a dumb bear: Annoying sound, smash
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So CR’s done quite a few video game oneshots at this point (Doom, Diablo, Elder Scrolls, Elden Ring…) and I’m very hype for tonight’s Zelda adventure. But one of my favorite video game oneshot related things was way back in 2017 when they did the Middle Earth: Shadow of War oneshot.
The whole team was hyping the game for Laura being in it as a major character, and she and a few of the crew who played various orcs did the oneshot. And Liam for weeks sat there absolutely silent during SoW promotions, probably under 50 NDAs, and missed the oneshot probably out of self-preservation, because the studio wouldn’t let him say Gollum was even in the game until like a week after it came out.
His complete lack of involvement in the promo was just hilarious in hindsight.
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20 Fic Questions
This seems fun. Thanks to @angelosearch for tagging me in this one. Tagging some usual suspects and anyone else who wants to give it a go - @achaotichuman @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @songofthesibyl
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 8!
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 165,248
3. What fandoms do you write for? DC Comics & ACOTAR, currently.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The Justice League's Moms' Book Club's Guide to Vampire Slaying (DC Comics)
Wildflowers (ACOTAR)
The Lighthouse (DC Comics)
Anthophile (ACOTAR)
Five Years (DC Comics)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I always respond to comments. I appreciate them so much and I want to show how much I value comments by always answering them as much as possible.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's a toss up between Wildflowers since it's part 1 of 2, but I have a Jason/Kori oneshot that is just angst all the way through.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It's not complete yet, but in terms of vibes, it's probably gonna be the Moms fic (bc I can't hurt our moms!!) or the lighthouse. It was meant to be slice of life/happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, and fingers crossed not ever. I just want people to enjoy what I've written and if it's not for them, that they do find a fic that is up their alley! Positivity all around.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? So far, only angsty smut has been posted, but kinky smut is coming right up 👌
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I do, but it isn't posted. It's a private work. It's a Diablo 4, Witcher and JJK crossover with a dash of Star Wars and Tokyo Ghoul LMAOOOO
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? God, I hope not!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I have considered translating it.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Five years is co-written. I have an Erwin x Levi fic that's co-written but I need to edit.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship? It's a toss up between Orm x Clark, Superbats (and/or Superwetbats) and Barry x Hal x Kom.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I like to hope that all my WIPs will be finished one day.
16. What are your writing strengths? Based on what I've been told, imagery is my strength and tying visual with sensations. Sometimes, I drop BOMB ASS lines that I forgot I wrote until my betas tell me that the sentence gave them shivers.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Currently, I've got major pacing issues for some fics I'm posting as the muse comes a long. I do think my smut needs improvement, but you know, I should actually go practice instead of wishing I was good.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It irks me when writers use google translate, so I wouldn't do it myself. I am bilingual in English and French, with some very formal Spanish, so those would be the only three you'll catch me writing. Otherwise, I'll just use italics and say it's in another language.
19. First fandom you wrote for? ✨Neopets✨
20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I'm so, so soft for anything that involves the supermoms. I'm on an Atlanna kick right now, so definitely The Lighthouse or JL's Mom's BC's Guide to Vampire Slaying. Ugh, wait I also love writing kid versions of characters so maybe Wildflowers too AHHHHH
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Mel Makes A Masterlist!
It only took a million years (I AM SO SORRY LOL) but here’s a rough outline of all my current fics, oneshots, drabbles, all the writing goods. Everything here is pretty much suitable for everyone, unless noted otherwise. 18+ regardless here though! This will be updated with better graphics and fics as I get to cleaning this up. Enjoy!! 🤍
Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales
Lovefool ch. 2 ch. 3 -ongoing series
Drunk In Love
Without You
Wake Up Call 🔥
Late
Missing Piece
Drumroll, Please
Falling For You
Closer 🔥
Fade Into You
Sleepless
Drabbles
Pure Magic
Grey Patch
How Did I Get So Lucky
Jack Daniels ‘Agent Whiskey’
Sweet Like Sugar
Marcus Moreno
Switch Positions 🔥
Marcus Pike
Cinnamon
Dave York
Partition 🔥
After Hours 🔥
Javier Peña
That’s What I Want For Christmas
The Thief
Casillero del Diablo
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Cortexavania
Preparing my Cortex take for the oneshot on this tonight. So much is being shamelessly lifted, tbvh. Beneath a Cursed Moon gave me a Skill list, appropriate ideas for archetypes in the setting, and some ideas as to what Distinctions some of the premade characters should have. Changeling the Lost gives me an idea for Huntsmen antagonists with our band of adventurers caught in a crossfire. Meanwhile, both Diablo and Castlevania provide the set dressing for the setting as a whole.
Should be a fun night! I'm particularly happy with the Scoundrel abilities. I didn't get to visit Devil's Contract SFX as much as I would have liked, but it was something I was determined to have in the game; the idea that an invisible force could be pleaded to for strength. Is it Fae? Devils? Something else entirely? For the Warlock class (not pictured), it's assumed they've sold their soul entirely. Their only Value is Power, which gives some upfront benefits, as well as the ability to keep 3 (instead of the usual 2) dice for their total on rolls when what they're doing has Power in their pool and comes at someone's expense. There is a road for redemption here, where the Warlock's Power die is given to an ally, then stepped down a size for the rest of the session -- stepped down too much and they just lose their ability to conduct magic.
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Part 2 of the Oneshot Polls
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I cannot say enough good things about @lellowberry! Lellow's a talented artist, writes hot and kinky fic, and is legitimately the nicest mperson ever!
Feast your eyes on this art - the thief🔞 - centaur pero - din x mesh'la🔞
Get a load of these fics - Flowers of Ishtar🔞 - Unbridled🔞 - Solisequious🔞
Check out their Emergency Commission Sale to help raise money for @pagannightwitch and @rook-on-bough
Thanks for running this sweet event!
Favorite Fanworks Creator/Fic/Art Rec:
Creator: @lellowberry (aka @beskarberry, @lellowberrys-art)
Fanart:
- Thirsty [Casillero del Diablo: the thief]
- Centaur!Pero Tovar [The Great Wall: Pero]
- Fresh Lemon [The Mandalorian: Din x mesh’la]
Fanfic:
- Flowers of Ishtar [The Mandlorian: non-human!Din x f reader, complete]
- Unbridled [The Great Wall: centaur!Pero x f reader, oneshot]
- Solisequious [Prospect: cyborg!Ezra x f reader, complete]
(Last Day to send in a rec for twp’s “Show Me the Fanworks!” Celebration)
Oooh! You’re so right, anon! Lellow is both multitalented and wonderfully supportive—I’m always glad to see them on my dash, whether it’s their own gorgeous art and glorious fics or them supporting and uplifting others in the fandom.
It doesn’t surprise me at all to know they’ve lowered their commission prices to raise money to help others, and I would encourage everyone to check out Lellow’s Emergency Commission Sale! (You can also see Rowan’s post to donate money directly or commission Rook or Rowan at their commission blog: @rook-in-the-rowan-tree)
Thanks or sending this in!
🧡 twp
[Edited to Add: All recs now compiled on the Fav Fanworks Rec List]
#fav fanworks rec ask#the thief#pero tovar#din djarin#ezra#pero tovar x reader#din djarin x reader#ezra x reader#lellowberry#beskarberry#lellowberrys.art#twp's show me the fanworks celebration#anonymous#mutual aid
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【 “Duet” 】 (HenchDevil)
"Where was Henchman?"
That was the question she had been asking herself for more than half an hour, also the time she had been looking for him.
This was not like him.
Henchman always responded to his call, regardless of its relevance, how far away it was or how long it took. His sense of duty and loyalty still surprised him, that's why this twist out of the ordinary worried him a bit.
While he was inspecting one of the tunnels, he came across two imps.
─── You! ─── he exclaimed, pointing to one. The indicated imp froze in fear while the other, noticing that it was the Devil himself, flew away in a hurry.
Once the Devil's shadow loomed over him, the little one came to his senses, establishing a practiced military salute.
─── S-sir! T-how can I help you? ─── asked the imp, sweaty and shaky. The Devil looked annoyed, and every imp who has been in hell long enough knows that he should never cross the path of the aforementioned when he was in a bad mood.
─── Take me to Henchman, NOW ─── he demanded. His dark fur igniting on fire.
─── Y-yes, sir!
And with that, they were off.
They passed through several caverns and tunnels before the destination became clear.
The imp was taking him to the imp canteen.
The place was a somewhat small and distant, the cavern colour of dark amethyst, had been redecorated to look more like a surface bar or diner. They had a stage carved into the rock and covered with ebony wood; on the ceiling, winged imps held searchlights.
The Devil had no idea why the imp was leading him there.
Before he could bellow his bewilderment, a pleasant noise came seemingly out of nowhere.
─── Do you hear that? ─── The Devil asked, earning a strange look from the imp. Frustrated, he took the little being by the arm and dragged him along, using his sense of hearing to lead him towards the source of said music.
Then came the clarity.
Music, not noise.
Music. Jazz...
─── What is that music? ─── he inquired breathlessly, fascinated by the way the melody made his hair stand on end and his insides tingle.
It was a trumpet. A trumpeter.
─── Don't you know? ─── asked the smiling imp, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Confusing him even more.
However, there was no time to take out his anger on this bold imp. The search for Henchman, leaving her forgotten somewhere else.
What kind of musician would be behind this?
He was intrigued, he wagged his tail side to side with excitement, pushing him to run the entire last stretch, forcing the imp to chase him.
If he was sure of anything, it was that he would discover the owner of that sweet melody. It sounded so familiar, so far away, so…comforting.
And, when he arrived, he was surprised at what he found.
There on the stage, accompanied by two other imps playing the piano and cymbals, was the lost purple demon.
There was Henchman... playing that lovely trumpet solo!
The Devil's gaze lit up.
The white light from the searchlight washed over him like moonlight washes over a lake. His eyes were closed in a soft wrinkle from concentration, his eyebrows were slightly curved, in indescribable emotions. Gloved hands seemed to work magic with the ease with which they slid across the buttons. His cheeks inflated and deflated with each new batch of sounds he emitted, blushing at times, making him look even more beautiful if he could.
The Devil's face suddenly goes up in flames.
It was so... beautiful.
The scene was so beautiful, until...
─── Henchman! ─── The little imp called breathlessly, the one who had been accompanying the Devil, finally arriving on the scene. ─── The boss ───gasp─── is looking for you! And... ─── He slumped over.
Henchman's eyes widened at that instant, the many imps that filled the place turned in the direction of the uproar; the peaceful atmosphere of union and camaraderie that he had, broke into a fragmented mixture of terror and surprise.
The deathly silence drew an annoyed expression on the Devil's face.
Henchman looked at a nearby clock, realizing that the time had passed. He had disappointed the Devil. Hastily he relinquished the trumpet to the pianist imp and scrambled down the stage, falling.
The Devil didn't need to look twice to know that the purple demon would follow him from now on.
─── I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry; I'm really sorry, boss! ─── Henchman apologized over and over again, chasing, while trying to match, the hasty pace that his boss was taking.
Since they found themselves, they had done nothing more than wander fasty through to the same circuit of caverns over and over again.
Silence, such flat, indescribable silence, the kind that seemed to bode ill.
Henchman wasn't usually the clueless type with schedules, however tonight he had completely lost track of time. It started with one imp asking him to play a song he liked too, and then another joined the first, even paying him to play another song, and the second was joined by a third and…and…
Who was he kidding?
Henchman covered his face in sorrow.
It had been so long since he had the luxury of playing to an audience, that he had forgotten the beauty of sharing music with the world...
He was selfish. His boss had needed him and hadn't been there for him.
And, now, they were most likely on their way to his place of punishment...
...Meanwhile, the Devil couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened before.
The way his body reacted to the music was a sign he didn't get to see, to recognize that sprightly trumpet melody once he made it clear it was his duty, and he didn't reciprocate.
How could he allow himself to forget him?
In his defense, it had been too long since he had last heard Henchman play his instrument. So much so that he had almost forgotten that he could do it better than anyone he knew.
─── We arrived. ─── the Devil yelled, with a neutral voice, but dismayed inside.
Henchman opened the door for him to go in first. He often, could read the Devil's thoughts and feelings with just one look. Except this time his analysis turned up nothing, not even a pale idea. Only contributing to the fear keep growing.
─── Close the door. ─── exclamed.
Henchman couldn't do more than force himself to comply and swallow trough is parched throat.
Once sealed again, the room plunged into gloom. His eyes could barely register the silhouette of the Devil, standing in the center of the huge room.
─── Henchman, Henchman, Henchman...
The imp couldn't help but grab his tail and wrap its wings around itself. He didn't like the darkness, the uncertainty; not know. He had already disappointed his boss on previous occasions, he knew it, but since then, he knew that the worst of all was the ignorance of what the punishment would be instead of the punishment itself.
─── Do you know? I hardly remember the last time you let me down. ───he commented, laughing weakly.
Oh craps...
─── Tonight, you managed to refresh my memory.
─── Boss, I told him I'm sor-!
─── Shhh! I won't accept your apology this time. However, ───in the ceiling there was a sound, and then, a searchlight illuminated the Devil.───I'm willing to leave it in the past if you'll grant me anything.
Henchman looked at him confused, making The Devil smile with a hint of evil.
The purple demon approached cautiously.
─── And that... what would it be? ─── he asked.
─── Well, a duet! ─── he exclaimed excitedly.───What else could it be? ─── He feigned innocence, fluttering his eyelashes.
The classic click of the trident echoed through the room; two bright purple clouds gave way to two instruments.
In the hands of the Devil, a violin carved from a dark maple; And his own? a brass trumpet.
Little lights around him showed him the nature of the location.
This was the stage, and not just any stage, it was THE stage of the infernal amphitheater. Place where all the imps were summoned in the name of the culture and, more importantly, where the Devil was the only one allowed to act.
His jaw dropped.
The Devil smiled at him.
─── Did the cat get your tongue? ─── he commented playfully, leaving his position closely followed by the ghostly glow of the searchlight.
─── N-no. ─── The purple demon responded awkwardly, looking nervously at the instrument. ─── I was surprised. It is just that...
─── What surprises you? ─── he arched a thin brow, curious.
"I'm surprised you're not upset"
"I'm surprised you remember it"
"I'm surprised you want another duet"
“I am surprised for...”
───...I'm surprised you want a duet. ───Henchman muttered.
─── Hey! Henchman, since I heard you, I have those notes going around in my mind. ─── him confessed expressively.
─── I don't just want you to play along with me, Henchman. I want ───a snap and a light to bathe it.───to razzel dazzle me.
Henchman felt a chill run down his spine.
─── And?... What do you say? ─── The Devil wagged his tail curiously, looking haughtily at him without blinking.
─── Deal!
And here it was...!
With my throat drier than a desert and my hands drenched in sweat than ever. He could feel the Devil's intense gaze on him, expectant.
He licked his lips and blew.
The first note broke, earning her a blush and an unwanted reaction from the Devil.
He could do it.
He played a short but clean tune.
The Devil smiled and imitated the melody with his violin.
This time he played a more complicated, more daring composition.
The Devil seconded him with precision and agility.
And so he began.
Every time he finished his humble offering to the Devil, his eyes couldn't help but open and look at him. He discovered that he had been missing something in his life.
The image of the Devil playing his violin was burned on fire in his mind and yet, every time he presented himself with the opportunity he couldn't help but drink of that sight anew.
...How could he not do it?
The way his entire body swayed to the violin's song just as trees sway in the wind, with the intensity of waves breaking on a cliff.
His arm was like a monument, like a mighty column of onyx that, atop it, was crowned by the fleeting work of his fingers on the strings. The way he guided the violin bow was as natural as the air that filled and emptied his chest with each breath he took.
He had always thought that violin bows were similar to a sword in appearance. That and, although not all but some violinists, seemed to struggle to play precise notes rather than let the music flow through them.
Now he was seeing something completely different.
He was seeing something delicate, something... majestic.
The beat of a bird's wings languished and the glow of a sunrise paled in comparison of him to what he had seen.
He was worthy of worship.
And his face...
Oh, God, how could he even begin to describe that beautiful face?
His face was like a work of art.
That face, which pitifully often betrayed annoyance and arrogance, was now solemn; placid, as if he were immersed in the deepest and most beautiful of dreams.
There were so many emotions, so many feelings in him. He could tell it, he could feel it on his own skin whether from his position as a musician or a right-hand man: El Diablo had a unique way of playing. She could see it in every line of his lip twitching, in the way his brows furrowed and his thin brows flexed. Micro expressions swarmed under that almost calm face...
It was as if his entire being was compressed at this moment. As if, in each note, his soul told the story of him one more time...
Henchman could barely contain himself.
This new facet of the Devil was sowing so many heartbeats and butterflies in his stomach that it was hard for him to breathe, he felt as if he was going to faint...
Until, finally, the duet ended.
Henchman couldn't help but sigh in relief, taking the opportunity to regain all the air he had lost.
The Devil sighed through his nose. He widened his eyes, embedding the rubies into the purple demon before smiling.
───Not bad, Henchman.
─── the Devil whispered.
───Not bad...
─── Are you serious, boss?! ───The aforementioned he couldn't help but wag his tail and flap his wings in joy.
─── Don't let it go to your head. ─── he warned.
─── Too late! ─── he replied happily before beginning to fly and spin, playing a festive tune on his trumpet.
The Devil couldn't contain a soft laugh at his enthusiasm.
───You still have it… ─── he muttered himself in a confession, making the violin disappear. Regret seeped out instantly, making him cover his mouth as if he had said the sanctify prayer.
Talking about the past was not allowed...
───...You still have it too, boss.
─── Henchman responded timidly, holding out the summoned trumpet.
The Devil was pleasantly surprised once more on the same night. When he turned around, he gave her a warm smile before accepting the instrument and making it disappear as well. Once everything was ready, he took the handle of the door, ready to leave. More, before leaving, he added:
─── I hope to see you tomorrow, Henchman.
The closing door echoed in the huge, acoustic room.
His heart was pounding as if he was going to jump out of his chest...
#the cuphead show#henchmanxdevil#henchdevil#henchman#the devil#the devil cuphead#el diablo#secuaz#secuazxdiablo#oneshot#confort ship#music#musician#trumpeter#violinist#fanfic
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for the WIP ask meme, trust that i'm exercising great control in picking only three. i would be so honoured to hear about:
1) circus luna draft 2
2) groundhog day but it's halloween and every time bob newby dies it get faster
3) relativity falls but it’s stranger things. :-) <3
Hello friend! It took me entirely too long to answer this because in between you sending it and me answering it, holiday happened. Whoops.
1) circus luna draft 2
This is an original fiction project that’s near and dear to my heart, that’s been trapped in the writer equivalent of development hell for over a decade now. It’s almost entirely unrecognisable now from what it started out as, save for the very basics: it’s a Kids On Bikes story where the primary antagonist is an evil, supernatural circus.
The current elevator pitch for Circus Luna is ‘Stephen King’s IT meets Karyn Kusama and Diablo Cody’s Jennifer’s Body’. The main cast of characters, over the years, has morphed into a group of five friends, who face the circus once as teenagers and then have to face it again as adults, when they’ve all come to doubt what it was they experienced when they were young. I’ve talked a little more about the premise and the characters here and here. There’s also an inspiration tag on my blog, here.
I won’t share a sample, because I’m hoping to publish this professionally someday in the (far distant) future and apparently that can become a Problem if parts that end up in the final draft have already been posted somewhere. But I can promise that it includes:
growing up queer in a small rural town in the early aughts!
the seductive appeal and selective memory of nostalgia!
emo hair!
the power of cultural narratives to impact our personal lives!
star-crossed, tragic romance!
Halloween vibes!
the painful, difficult, but ultimately rewarding experience of growing up, and how to mourn the things that are naturally and inevitably lost along the way!
Goffs Vs. Prepz!
the corrosive nature of fear!
having crushes on all your friends!
trains!
BUGSSSSSSSSSS
and, perhaps most importantly:
the Power of Friendship (and My Chemical Romance)!
2) groundhog day but it's halloween and every time bob newby dies it get faster
This is Exactly What It Says On The Tin! It’s a oneshot in three chapters set during season 2 of Stranger Things, wherein Bob Newby gets trapped in a time loop and somehow has to solve the overarching mystery of s2 using only the information everybody has up to the point where he dies, if he wants to save the people he loves and also himself. And also, he and Joyce and Hopper are all going to get to kiss.
I don’t know how much of an audience there is out there for Bob Newby-POV adult-monster-hunting-trio fic out there, but hey, I’ve written weirder shit.
Because I can, here’s a sample:
...
Jim throws the breaker and then hovers while Bob taps through the series of commands and prompts to unlock each of the doors in turn, pacing and scanning the hulking shapes of the boiler and whatever other equipment is stored down here, with the machine gun held at the ready and a scowl on his face. Finally, Bob has to abandon his task to say something. “Would you please pick a spot and stand there? You’re making me nervous.”
“You’re not already nervous?” Jim cracks, with something Bob thinks is trying to become a smile. But he does stop pacing. “Jesus. Forgot. This must all be old hat for you by now.”
“Yeah. But you never really get used to it,” Bob says, turning back to the glowing black screen. Beside him, Jim gives a little huff that might almost be a laugh.
“Got that right.”
They’re both quiet, for a few minutes after that, the only sound in the room the rattle of Bob’s fingers over the keys.
“That’s the exit doors back online,” he says, coming to the end of the string of commands. “Joyce and the kids should start heading out.”
Jim nods. But he doesn’t immediately pass the information along. “You really don’t think we’re gonna get out of here alive. Do you.”
Bob looks at the computer screen to avoid having to look at Jim’s face. “Well, hope springs eternal.” He lets out a long breath, and decides he can afford to offer Jim a little of that hope. “I’ve never had you here with me before. And I’m sure you’re a much better shot than I am.”
Jim’s quiet, for a long moment. When he does speak, it’s into the walkie-talkie. “Newby says to start moving out. Exit doors are online.”
Bob takes that as his cue, and for a few minutes more, the only thing he thinks about is the screen and the keyboard in front of him, turning on sprinklers and setting off alarms to draw the monsters away from Joyce and the kids, based on the directions the doc relays via walkie-talkie. It’s like some kind of video game, trying to control the movement of a bunch of distant characters through a maze full of enemies without getting them killed. Just with impossibly real stakes.
Bob can’t keep the thought from forming in his head, though. “Why are you here? We both want to get Joyce and the kids out of here safe, I’m sure they could use your marksmanship more than I can.”
Jim shrugs, shoulders tight, the smallest possible gesture. “Told you. I know Nancy Wheeler can handle herself. And if you got eaten on the way down here, we’d all be fucked.”
They’re pretty well fucked anyway. And Bob doesn’t get much time alone with Jim like this, not late enough in a loop that he’s earned a little trust. Maybe it’s that. Maybe it’s knowing that, if and when they do loop, Jim won’t remember anything about this conversation. Or maybe it’s just a combination of masochism and morbid curiosity that makes Bob say it. “You’re in love with Joyce, aren’t you.”
Jim whirls to face him, wide-eyed, startled, like he’s just been goosed. He doesn’t say anything, at first, just stares.
When he finally does speak, it sounds strangled. “I’m not enough of a prick to let you get killed just so I’d have a shot at your girl, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Obviously you’re not, or you wouldn’t be here,” Bob points out. “I’m just – trying to figure it out. What I got myself into. What’s going on between you two.”
Jim cracks a humourless grin, at that. “Some puzzles I guess even the Brain can’t solve.”
He turns his back to Bob again, watching the door. Bob thinks the conversation’s over until Jim says, quietly, “You’re good for her. She deserves something, somebody like you in her life. Stable. Sane. Normal.”
“Not so much of any of those anymore, apparently,” Bob half-jokes, half to himself.
Jim goes on like he hasn’t heard. Maybe he hasn’t. “Joyce hasn’t had a lot of good things come her way. I don’t wanna fuck this one up for her.”
“She might want you to,” Bob offers.
Jim looks a little stunned. He doesn’t say anything else.
He doesn’t have time to, either. The strange screeching, rattling cries of the monsters rise from the stairwell, echoing eerily through the metal of the vents and pipes overhead. It sounds like a lot of them. And they’re coming down fast.
Jim doesn’t take his eyes or the machine gun off of the open doorway to the little room they’re in as he barks, “Give me good news, Newby!”
“All the doors are open,” Bob says, turning to look in his direction. “Think you can buy me one more minute to open the front gate for them, too?”
Jim’s face isn’t visible, his back still turned to Bob, but his voice is grim. “I can try.”
3) relativity falls but it’s stranger things
Yet another WIP that’s near and dear to my heart and taking forever to finish! This seems to be a theme.
This one was inspired by (as you may be able to tell from the file name) the Gravity Falls Relativity Falls AU, where people swapped the ages of the Stan twins and the Mystery Twins, and also various side characters and antagonists. This fic is a Stranger Things season 1 AU where the teens are in the roles of the adults, the adults are in the roles of the kids, and the kids are in the roles of the teens. Nancy’s the Chief of Police with a broken family and a broken heart, Mike’s the loner who gets thrown together with a classmate by the disappearance of a kid, and Karen is the plucky twelve-year-old determined to find her missing friend.
I’m stuck in the Dreaded Middle at the moment, because shaking up the roles shook up the plot, and I didn’t plan ahead for how to resolve it quite enough. There’s a reason outlining has become my best friend.
There are a number of samples in my sample tag, but also, since you asked so nicely:
...
The girl’s eyebrows crumple together and she makes a soft, wordless little noise as Mike and Will lower her carefully down, spread out along the length of the couch. Like it hurts. She’s already bled through the blue strips of bandage that used to be Mike’s t-shirt. Not for the first time, Mike wonders what the hell he thinks he’s doing.
“I’ll – I’ll check on the water,” he says, dropping the girl’s heavy black Doc Marten boots on the arm of the couch. He doesn’t wait for Will to answer, just makes his escape across the room to the kitchen sink. His ears are burning, and he has no idea why.
The taps at the sink refuse to turn, at first. When they finally do, it’s with an ominous creak, and then a slow and rising rumble that makes the faucet shake before it abruptly spits out a clot of slime and rust. The water that comes burbling out after it is brown and freezing cold.
“I forgot,” Mike says, as he rejoins Will by the couch. “This place is on a well. The tapwater might not be any better than the rainwater. Actually, it might be worse. But there were some clean dishtowels in the drawer,” he finishes, offering up the stack, along with the cereal bowl he’d filled with brownish water. “And I think there are still some towels in boxes in the bathroom, so we could dry her off -”
Will, Mike notices, has a smile like a sunbeam. Somehow it makes Mike even more embarrassed of his babbling. “That’s great. Do you think your mom or her uncle would’ve kept any antiseptic and bandages around?”
Mike spends the next – he doesn’t know how long, starting up the cabin’s generator to get the lights on, lighting the cast-iron stove in the corner, running and fetching and washing and applying pressure under Will’s quiet but certain direction. He’s a little amazed by this side of Will. Mike mostly only knows the Will Byers he sees at school or when he has to pick Karen up or drop her off at Joyce’s. The Will Byers with his nose always in a sketchbook or a novel, who lets the bullies push him around with an air of silent exasperation, who rarely if ever talks back or raises his hand in class. Seeing him this confident, this focused, is new. He really seems like he’s in his element.
Mike wonders briefly how Will learned so much about medicine and first aid, and then feels stupid. Of course. He knows Will works, has worked at just about every odd job around town since he was old enough to start. He knows Will was a lifeguard last summer. And – it’s just Will and his dad and his sister, and Will’s dad works odd hours, with the paper, and long ones, at the general store. Will probably cooks, too. And does laundry, and all the other stuff Mike’s dad has somebody come in to take care of.
That thought makes Mike feel incredibly – something. Maybe guilty, though he’s not sure why. He’s got bigger things to worry about right now, though, so he shoves it to the back of his mind.
The girl frowns, and whines, and at one point throws an arm out and smacks Mike hard across the chest, but she doesn’t wake up. Mike presses the inside of one wrist against her damp, pale forehead, under her close-shorn fringe of hair, and starts. “She’s burning up!”
Will glances up from the wound in her side. “Fever’s a bad sign. Can you get a couple of cloths and run them under cold water? One for her forehead, one for the back of her neck.”
Mike comes back with three cloths, and another cereal bowl full of icy wellwater. There’s just something fundamentally – grubby about the girl, now that he’s up close and personal, like she’s been camping for weeks without a proper bath. Mike tells himself it’s important to get her cleaned up to keep her wound from getting infected. But mostly, there’s just not a lot else he can do, other than putting his finger where Will tells him to to hold bandages in place while Will ties them off.
And Mike just thinks that, if it was him who was hurt and hiding out and unconscious at the mercy of a couple of strangers, he’d at least want somebody to clean the smudge of dirt off his chin. And the dried blood from the crevices around his nose. And maybe wipe off some of the black eyeshadow that the rain had melted down his cheeks.
The girl’s face is narrow and sharp, her cheekbones high, the bow of her lips sweet, her lashes dark against her cheeks. When her face screws up in pain, Mike gives one extra, unnecessary brush of the cloth over that cheek, as gently as he can. He doesn’t dare touch her with his bare hands, without the excuse and barrier of the cloth in between them. But he wants to do something to comfort her.
Without the makeup, without the scowl, she looks – so much younger. Almost delicate, despite the hair and the boots and the leather jacket and the tattoo. Almost vulnerable –
The girl’s eyes snap open, and fix on Mike’s.
Mike’s not sure what happens next. One second, he’s kneeling beside the girl, carefully washing grime off her face. The next, his back is smashing into the wall across the room. There’s an ominous rattle, and the mounted deer head high on the wall goes crashing to the floor between his feet. He raises a hand to his spinning, aching head, and tries to focus, to figure out what just happened.
The girl is wedged up against the far arm of the couch, knees tucked tight against her chest like she’s trying to make herself as small as possible. One arm’s flung out in front of her with the palm facing Will and her fingers all splayed, like she’s directing traffic. There’s a bead of blood inching down from her nose, but she doesn’t move to wipe it away. Her eyes are big and furious and scared and flicking back and forth between Mike and Will. If she was a cat, Mike thinks, her back would be up and her ears would be flat against her head.
Her voice is clear and sharp as she demands, “Where am I?”
Will’s got both hands in the air, like the girl had pulled a gun on him. The bowl of water Mike had brought him – which is a pinkish brown now, Mike notices, with a lurch in his stomach – is splashed all over the floor by Will’s knees, slowly soaking into his jeans, but he doesn’t so much as shift away from the slowly-spreading puddle.
“It’s okay,” Mike says, wincing as he starts to straighten up. He’s not sure why the look Will shoots him is so frightened, but then, he’s also not sure how he ended up on the other side of the room. Maybe the girl’s some kind of ninja assassin or something. She doesn’t look strong enough to throw Mike across the room, but – Mike knows maybe better than anybody how appearances can be deceiving.
The girl’s attention snaps to Mike as well, and she whips her arm around so that the palm is facing him instead of Will. Mike stops trying to get up, raising one hand instead in surrender. “It’s all right, okay? We’re not gonna hurt you. And we’re way out in the woods here, nobody’s gonna find you.” He glances down at the girl’s side, where fresh red is starting to seep through the bandages Will had so carefully wrapped. “You should probably lie back down, it looks like you’re opening that back up -”
“I’m leaving,” the girl says. Somehow, she makes it sound like a threat.
“Okay,” Mike says, as she unfolds herself from the couch and takes one uncertain step forward. “Nobody’s stopping you. You don’t have to, though. You’ve got a fever. And a bullet wound. You can stay here until you feel better, Will and I won’t tell -”
“I,” the girl repeats, wobbling and nearly crashing back down onto the couch, “am leaving.”
Will meets Mike’s eyes with a panicked look. Mike’s sure Will can see as clearly as he can that the girl isn’t going to make it more than two more steps before she falls over. But neither of them, Mike thinks, knows what to do about it.
“Who’s after you?” Mike asks. Maybe, if he can keep the girl talking –
She fixes him with a glare. And then flops back, heavily, onto the couch. She looks briefly surprised and indignant, like her own legs have betrayed her, and pushes herself back to her feet, even though she looks even wobblier than before.
“Mike,” Will says, low and urgent and frightened.
“What? You want to know too, right? If they’re the same people who took Joyce -”
“Mike,” Will repeats, with a warning flicker of his eyes in the girl’s direction.
Mike’s getting the feeling he’s missed something. “What?”
“It might be a bad idea to piss her off,” Will hisses at him, still with that pleading, scared look.
Mike pushes himself to his feet. “Yeah, well, murdering bank robber or not, I don’t think she’s in much shape to -”
He doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out. Because the girl glares, and waves a hand. And Mike’s back smashes into the wall again and stays there.
Mike kicks, and struggles, and gasps. But none of it does anything. It’s like there’s a gigantic, invisible hand pressed flat against his chest, squeezing the air out of him, pinning him in place. The girl’s glower turns to a slow, small smile, which is somehow just as ominous, her dark eyes never leaving his.
She lifts her hand a little higher. Mike can feel his windbreaker drag against the wall behind him as his feet leave the ground.
And then the girl’s eyes roll back and she collapses gracelessly backwards across the couch. The invisible hand holding Mike pinned abruptly vanishes, and he drops, hits his feet wrong, and winds up on the floor on his hands and knees, inches from putting an eye out on one of the deer head’s antlers.
For a frozen moment, nobody moves.
“Oh,” Mike says, finally, straightening up with care.
“Yeah,” Will agrees.
They both turn to look at the unconscious girl.
“Well,” Mike says, for lack of anything intelligent to say, “that might be why somebody’s after her.”
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[ask me about a WIP!]
#chatter#the theme song for circus luna is mcr's 'kill all your friends'#stranger things ageswap au tag#circus luna#this is mary's fic tag#i don't thiiiiink I've shared any of these yet
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I'm the anon who sent the Yandere Harem Protagonist idea.
I've been reading and loving your work, especially your LuciFiel!Reader verse and I started watching High School DxD and other harem anime for some reason when that idea came to me. I was thinking like: 'Wouldn't it be nice if these OP Chick Magnets start chasing after a Reader who is not interested?' And I thought to send it to you since I really like your writing on Yanderes.
Ohohohohoho (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
That really is quite a tempting concept
And speaking of harem anime, I also suddenly remembered this one I actually watched from start to finish around 4 years ago? And which also inspired the title for Lucifiel!Reader's oneshot collection
How Not To Summon a Demon Lord's Diablo would make a great subject for an experiment like this.
Like just imagine:
He keeps accidentally adding more to this harem he doesn't even want in the first place
The only one he wants is the pretty dragoness player
But she doesn't even see him in that light and treats him as a friend/co-worker
Queue initial shenanigans in harem anime except MC is desperately reaching for the one who's "not romanceable"
And when Lucifiel starts being a bit too nice to other men, perhaps even showing signs that she actually sees them as 'men' ...
...well, you can guess what happens to the mentality of Mr. Playya
#lexsssu speaks#also thank you for reading and enjoying my work#and for sending an ask#i rlly rarely get any#so i appreciate this a lot#asdfghjkl
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List of my favourite CR one-shots/multi-parters
Liam's Quest - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Tdl6GhiSI8&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=28 [1st part] [unlisted]
The Return of Liam! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgHm3Ct0Zh0&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=41
Liam's Quest: Full Circle - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHita2t54xY&list=WL&index=3&t=9222s [technically 2nd part to Liam's Quest]
Battle Royale - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tasz1xUVLhg&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=39 [technically VM part 1]
Epic Level Battle Royale - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3BGg0d8DvU&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=29 [technically VM part 2]
Vox Machina vs. Mighty Nein | Battle Royale - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpBIQhWAhuM&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=8 [technically VM part 3]
Guest Battle Royale - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE7wB2JG190&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=4 [technically part 4]
Thursday By Night - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTOGH6M6INE&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=36 [multi-parter]
Grog's One-Shot - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLnvrocetq8&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=35
The Search For Grog - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hi5pEHs76TE&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=22 [multi-parter]
Dalen's Closet - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oclW3MXABA&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=16 [technically 3rd part to Search for Grog/Bob]
The Adventures of the Darrington Brigade - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVu_Ib1fpVI&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=15
The Nautilus Ark: A Johnson Corp Odyssey - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LaKl58BUASo&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=5
Call of Cthulhu: Shadow of the Crystal Palace - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uhqZdJ8swQ&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=17 [FAVOURITE]
I highly recommend watching this if you're not really interested in watching most of these. If you're going to watch one I would encourage you to watch this one. Not only does Taliesin do an incredible job but so does the cast. Everyone is perfect and meshes really well. Even the crew went all out, the set looks spectacular and the cast even gets to roleplay with real items! Their outfits as well make it all so immersive. It's creepy, it's funny, it's shocking, it's entertaining. I've watched it so many times and still can't get over the things that happen.
The Song of the Lorelei - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cb1z68RELN4&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=13
The Night Before Critmas - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zxeGydXY98&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=23
Cinderbrush: A Monsterhearts Story - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51ykIVq9KcM&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=12
DOOM Eternal - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX8I4M7MPo4&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=11
Diablo - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yODMT1m85FQ&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=10
Elden Ring: O Ye of Little Faith - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ltjt4TUE6A&list=PL1tiwbzkOjQyUR1nbxZGETYMZRCcfV6yL&index=3
Exandria Unlimited: Calamity - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlIkkeWmVvA [multi-parter]
BONUS:
Welcome to the Dark Side | Escape From the Bloodkeep - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiEQO77PV9Q [multi-parter] [Dimension 20, just Matt]
Exandria Unlimited - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ijPD6yNdMs&t=13343s [multi-parter]
It'll vastly depend on your individual opinion/what you like but these are the ones that I really enjoyed, rewatch, and think are really well done.
On another note, while I didn't watch it or like the idea myself, it should be mentioned that the Wendy's Oneshot has been taken down. There were actually quite a few funny jokes + Sam and Ify's chaotic puns. You can watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1C5PVXeeT8&t=9s
#cr#critrole#critical role#exu#cr oneshots#cr one-shots#critical role oneshot#critical role one-shots#critical role oneshots#cr oneshot#cr one-shot#critical role one-shot
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i somehow managed to get myself into a dnd discord...with a twt moot that ive never spoken to besides a few dms and many interactions....who also intimidates me a little bc xe is very cool....with a group of xir moots and friends.....and also EVERYONE has a different timezone.....
ive never played this damn game and ive somehow managed to find myself with a group that might make it a lil difficult for me participation wise....
diablo no podía ser el de los tipos de discord😭😭 i wanna play with those fuckers so BAD but they live FAR, already have a story and I DONT THINK THEY DO ONESHOTS.
#maría talks into the void!#im really upset imma be honest#dnd is kicking my ASS#unrelated#but also related#i wonder if someone has ever done an elf bard#is that possible#i think thatd be really funny#actually they probably definitely have what am i asking#dnd
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Short Azuela x Sabre x Diablo oneshot WHEN?
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