Barbatos's room has a very strong soundproofing curse casted on it. not because of the weird portal-ish noises or sex but because he likes to sleep while he plays metal music with very loud speakers. and se
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source by KartFox on Furaffinity, Feb 19, 2015
(ps: unfortunately you cannot see the link unless you're logged to furaffinity! i had to make an account to find the source haha)
(ps2: sorry for not letting that more clear, but this is a photoshopped image, not a real suit! the op just really liked taurs so they edited over their own fursuit to see what it'd look like as a taur. wish we could have real ones...)
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no thoughts just breaking down in mammon’s arms and sitting in his lap while he rocks you back and forth and firmly rubs up and down your back while telling you he’s got you and it’s all going to be okay.
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Prompt 65
“Oh what the fuck-”
It was supposed to be a quiet night- no breakouts in Arkham and for once the asylum is actually full of most of their rogues. And the others were already taking care of Scarecrow and Penguin was- as far as he knew- doing legal things at the lounge at the time.
So somebody tell him why there’s this giant… thing that could give Grundy a run for his money in should be dead a thousand times over was pulling itself out of a sewer tunnel. Like seriously, he can see the blood and infection and whatever else dripping from honestly filthy bandages all on its arms that look a hint too long the more he looks through the binoculars, and it’s glowing this sickly green that reminds him way too much like the Pits.
That isn’t even getting started on the mouth- the only part visible of their face due to the wild mane of what might be white hair but was hard to tell under the amount of blood- that stretched far too wide. He even swore he could see fangs!
Not to mention the cloak that he wants to say is a knockoff of B’s, but honestly he can swear he sees it moving, twisting like lashing tails of shadow, or like Ivy’s vines. Its hands are long and gnarled, tipped in claws that dig into the concrete as it pushes itself to a frankly horrifying height.
And oh fuck, not only did it have some sort of giant sword, but there was a small child sitting on its shoulder without any sign of realizing the danger they were in-
Danny is having fun, his ghost-mom Amity is out on a date with another city spirit, Mr Bludhaven- so he gets to hang out with grandma? grandpa? (honestly who has time for gender when there’s curses to beat back!) Gotham!
It would perhaps be better if he wasn’t unknowingly making said city spirit visible to those who aren’t death-touched or liminal… Oh well!
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he's never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you~
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Entanglement
MC: *pushing a stroller*
Diavolo: MC! You didn't have to runaway! We could share this responsibility together! You should have just told me we had a child!
MC: *confused look* *still in devildom* *simply babysitting* *puppies nonetheless*
Barbatos: Pardon MC. Young master merely immensed in too much ABO webnovels recently.
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