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rattyarts · 9 months
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Some Urus and Buttercup draws!
Bonus human AU:
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gardennuggie · 9 months
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I've always found this image incredibly funny
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lexezombie · 6 months
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"My lovely son and my... not so lovely baby mama"
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some lore for my newest DND character, Scampi Linguine;
a portrait of his ex-wife Syrah and their son, Shrimp Scampi
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a-eo-iu · 8 months
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Casual circus guys
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imperiuswrecked · 2 years
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HAVE A WONDROUS COLOURFUL BIRTHDAY!
HERE'S A MANTIS SHRIMP TO MAKE ALL YOUR SEA DREAMS COME TRUE!
MAY IT SONIC BOOM YOU TO HAPPINESS!
What a colorful boy!!!! Thank you so much!! 🥰
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blackopals-world · 2 months
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Lil'Delivery kid!Yuu: Ooo, shrimp.
Lil'Chef!Yuu: *smacks their hand* No.
Lil'Delivery kid!Yuu: *starts crying*
Crewel: Why did you hit them?!
Lil'Chef!Yuu: No shrimps.
Sam: Don't worry Divus, this happens all the time. They are allergic to shellfish and Little Chef makes sure they don't try to eat it.
Lil'Delivery kid!Yuu: WHAAA! DADA!!
Sam: *picks them up* My poor little Imp, keeping you alive despite yourself is a full-time job. Yes it is~♡
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commanderchr1st · 2 months
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you used to like big shrimp cocktail
now you only eat hard bones
eatin' big shrimp concktail
now you only eat crab shack
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RED LOBSTER HAS BROUGHT BACK SHRiMP!
I'MA LIL WIMP IMP SHRiMP
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loveinhawkins · 8 months
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kept thinking about Eddie & Steve deliberately making jokes to ensure that Dustin and co don’t get into the boat on Lover’s Lake.
“Nicely done,” Steve says when they’re far enough away from the bank—when they’ve left a disgruntled Dustin behind rather than a worried one.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” Eddie says—glances back to where the kids are, although they’ve already got swallowed up by the darkness. “‘Course, man.” He gives a weak smile as he drags the oar through the water. “Those little shrimps would probably try and, like, cannonball right in, and honestly? I, uh, really don’t think my heart could handle that.”
“Yeah, they… really throw themselves into things.”
Steve decides that he’s never gonna bring up Operation Child Endangerment if Eddie’s in the vicinity—the dude already looks at them all like they’ve got a few screws loose, he doesn’t wanna make it worse.
Although, on second thought, him and Dustin probably let that particular cat out the bag with their persistent optimism way back in the boathouse: “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Eddie’s wide-eyed look painted a thousand words.
Oh, he thinks you’re crazy, sing-songed the perpetual high schooler hiding in Steve’s brain. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson thinks you’re crazy. Time to seriously re-evaluate your life choices.
“Did you think Eddie was a bit, uh, weird back there?” Dustin asked him later. “Like, he’ll be okay, right?”
Dustin was prone to using ‘weird’ as a catch-all term, where it could mean anything from someone being genuinely weird to them experiencing severe emotional distress.
Steve clapped him on the shoulder reassuringly. “Henderson, I’m pretty sure he thinks we’re weird.”
He almost wants to make a joke about that now, get Eddie to laugh, maybe. To tell the truth, Steve had almost cracked and laughed himself once he’d gotten into the boat, when he turned and saw Dustin’s comically outraged expression.
It was only as Nancy and Eddie began to row that he registered the laugh would’ve secretly been one of relief—heartened by the sight of the kids left on the shore.
He stays quiet; Eddie’s shoulders are slowly tensing more and more the further across the lake they go.
It’s not noticeable at first—Robin’s providing a running commentary on the movements of Dustin’s compass, while Nancy determinedly pulls her oar in and out of the water—but Steve soon realises that Eddie’s kind of stopped rowing, instead just making ripples as his grip goes slack.
It’s damn hard to see, but Steve just barely makes out Eddie’s eyes glittering in the dark, staring down at the lake.
“Hey,” Steve says quietly. “You don’t have to—we’re not too far out, we can take you back, man.” He tries for levity. “This thing holds three people tops, remember?”
Eddie’s smile is more of a grimace. “Nah, man. Had enough of being chickenshit.”
“Dude, you’re not…”
Steve trails off, biting back his frustration—it doesn’t look like Eddie’s listening to him anyway; he’s still not taken his eyes off the water. Steve briefly wonders if he’s got that thing Robin says she gets sometimes, something about an imp—it’s why she never gets on Ferris wheels or whatever, convinced that she’s somehow gonna fall.
Eddie gives himself a shake and resumes rowing.
“Sorry. S’just… pitch black down there. He—” Eddie clears his throat. “He wouldn’t have seen—”
His voice cracks, fades into the night. His grip on the oar slips—he snatches it back before it can fall.
“Eddie,” Steve begins, but Eddie speaks right over the top of him.
“I—I hoped he was just drowning instead.” Eddie scoffs, and there’s a bitterness to it, an edge of self-loathing that Steve wishes he couldn’t hear. “And then maybe—” A sigh, another grimace disguised as a smile. “That’s a pretty fucked up thing to think, huh?”
He’s got that tone, Steve thinks, like when he kept repeating that he ran away from Chrissy—like he thought that if he said it enough, someone would snap, condemn him. Like he’s looking for proof that he’s monstrous.
Robin’s still talking, tactfully giving Eddie a semblance of privacy. Underneath her chatter, Steve hears Nancy’s rowing falter for just a moment, and he feels a pang in his chest.
He thinks of Barb and drowning. Wonders again if an ordinary tragedy would’ve been better compared to…
Then he lets it all sink back down.
“That’s not fucked up,” he says firmly. “Trust me, dude, that’s… that’s normal.”
Eddie chuckles shortly—it sounds like he’s doing something similar, pushing everything down, down…
“Normal, huh? No-one’s called me that before.”
“First time for everything.”
There’s a flicker of amusement across Eddie’s face when he replies, “Guess compared to you freaks, I’m pretty normal.”
“Ooh, did that feel good?” Steve says, appealing again to his mental high schooler. “Bit of role reversal?”
Eddie laughs more genuinely. “Sure did. Community theatre’s done wonders.”
A silence falls, and Steve encourages himself to get all relaxed by the boat bobbing up and down. Yeah, nothing’s strictly been confirmed yet, but he already knew what he was getting into when he stepped off the shore, water leaking into his shoes.
It’s gotta be him.
“I know what you’re doing, Harrington,” Eddie murmurs.
Steve gives him a questioning look.
Eddie pulls in some long breaths in exaggerated imitation. “You’re not subtle, Mister Swim Captain.”
“Co-captain,” Steve corrects, hiding his surprise. He can’t really imagine Eddie paying attention to the swim team, least of all a former swim team.
“Oh, forgive me for my inaccuracy.”
Hmm, he’s getting borderline poetic, Steve thinks. Like he was with Mordor and stuff.
So. He’s afraid.
“I’ll be fine,” Steve says lightly.
Eddie lets out a short groan, mutters something that sounds like famous last words. Then, quieter still—Steve can’t quite make it out.
Something about the dark.
Steve could repeat that he’ll be fine, but he knows that’s a shit reassurance. He settles for continuing to breathe in and out, long and slow; Eddie’s beginning to look like he’s unconsciously mimicking the pattern, his shoulders lowering.
“Just come back up, Harrington,” he says, so softly that Steve might’ve imagined it.
“Co-captain’s promise,” he says.
Eddie’s lips twitch. But he’s still fixed on the lake’s depths, like he’s waiting for something—dreading it.
Like something’s lurking in the dark.
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everlastlady · 10 months
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Cooking Together
☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Are you hungry? Great so am I, so let's go cook with some demons from Hell. Hopefully you like what they prepared if not too bad suck it up and eat their cooking. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story. Don't forget to like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed. My request are open so whisper your desires, my way. 🌌📖
☕┆ Story Contains: Delicious Food
☕┆ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
☕┆ Word Count: 999
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Charlie & Vaggie: It was a normal night for you and your lovely girlfriends. Charlie wanted to cook with you both so you and Vaggie agreed to do just that. You all agreed to make chicken parm with pasta, and broccoli. Which was good because Vaggie took care of the chicken, Charlie had the broccoli, and you handled the pasta. You, guys, listened to music while cooking and having fun. Once dinner was done. Charlie suggested watching her favorite movie and you both sighed happily and agreed. You all sat on the couch, eating and watching the movie. You told your girlfriend Vaggie how you loved how she prepared the chicken. And she complimented you on the pasta. “ Was the broccoli good? “ Charlie asked you both. You and Vaggie kissed her cheek and nodded. “ Of course, it was good hon. “ Vaggie said to Charlie. Which the demon princess squealed in delight. After dinner. You, guys cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You had blats cooking dinner with your girlfriends. That you didn’t want to end. So you and Charlie both convinced your, guy's girlfriend Vaggie to bake a cake with you, she sighed and shook her head with a smile. “ Fine, but I’m picking the flavor. “ She said and followed you both into the kitchen.
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Alastor: When Alastor suggested cooking together for a date night. You happily agreed and Alastor grabbed his recipe book. “ Let’s make this my dear. “ Alastor said pointing to the recipe that said Shrimp Scampi With Sun-Dried Tomatoes. You nodded and Alastor guided you through the cooking progress. He let you taste some of the shrimp. While he told you about the things he used to cook with his mom. The two of you dance while the food cook and Alastor would dip you while kissing you all over your neck. He loved hearing you giggle. When dinner was done. You and Alastor sat down drinking and eating. You listened to Alastor’s jokes and stories. You loved hearing your demonic little strawberry ramble. After dinner, you and Alastor did the dishes. You knew dessert was off the table since Alastor wasn’t a big fan of sweet things. Alastor came over and kissed you. “ I may not like sweets but I like you. “ Alastor said and gave you another kiss. You smiled and held his hand as you two stood in the kitchen admiring each other.
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Sir Pentious: This clingy noodle boy has been begging to cook with you because he wanted to learn how to cook. Whenever Pentious cook it usually leads to smoke, fire, or a large boom sound. Sometimes all three, so when you finally had a day off. You agreed to help your boyfriend learn how to cook. He was excited and gave you many kisses, hugs, and sweet words. You let him pick the recipe and he chooses Beef Bourguignon. You guided him through the recipe and showed him how to do things in an easy, right, and patient way. Pentious was surprised at what he learned. Though you did have to bandage his hand because he wasn’t careful with the knife. Once the food was finished, Pentious was filled with joy and took pictures. “ Voxtagram will love this! “ Pentious took some pictures of you holding the food. After uploading the pictures. He sat down and started eating with you, giving you lovey-dovey eyes. “ Thank you for teaching me how to cook (Y/N) my love. “ Pentious said. After that, Pentious wanted to make a cake with you, which didn’t go well like dinner because he added too much sugar, oh Pentious.
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Husk: Husk had been stressed from working at the hotel. So he took some days off, he was playing cards right now in your, guys living room. You had been staring at him and he could tell you wanted something. He chuckled and set the cards down. “ What’s up doll? “ Husk asked while staring at you. You told him that you wanted to cook dinner tonight but you wanted him to join you. Husk chuckled and stood up. “ Sure, better than sitting here and playing cards by myself. “ He stood up and followed you into the kitchen. You said that you wanted to make a Sea Bass a la Michele. Which made Husk’s stomach growl and you took that as a yes. And you both started cooking. Husk would talk about his days at the Hotel, cards tricks, and rant about how people should appreciate magic more. Which made you giggle, you knew how much your boyfriend loved magic. After finishing dinner, you and Husk ate while you played cards. Of course, Husk won and gloated but he gave you a kiss. “ Dinner and games with you are always fun. “ Husk said. You knew he was just trying to butter you up, but you gave him a kiss back and the two of you went to go clean up.
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Angel Dust: You were sitting on you and Angel’s bed while drawing. Angel stepped into the room and walked over. He poked your cheek and you looked up at him. He had a grin on his face and placed his hands on your sketchbook. “ Hey babe, please come cook dinner with me and fat nugget. “ He said while pouting. You smiled at him and nodded. Angel grinned with excitement and picked you up running to the kitchen as you laughed. Watching Fat Nugget follow you. Angel suggested a lobster dinner, you raised an eyebrow and asked him where he got a lobster. “ I found it. “ He said with the biggest smug, you have ever seen. You knew what he meant when he would say he found something. You sighed and smiled. And assisted Angel with his lobster dinner. Which turned out great and paired with a nice wine. After dinner, you and Angel lay in bed with Fat Nugget. Angel gave you a kiss. “ Next time I’ll find us a chicken. “ He said while laughing and holding you close.
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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imagine you're just a funny lil imp who does your devilish deeds in a pretty small sphere, just making humans stumble and getting them to drop their coffee or something. it's all you can bring yourself to do, and it's not like you're a renowned imp (or want to become one, either).
since you're not particularly strong, you try to avoid ever getting in contact with any of the high level demons or so, they seem too scary and dangerous after all. except once you happen to meet gemi[ni], thinking them to be a normal demon considering how down to earth they are, you become little pals of sorts, telling them all about the human world and the silly pranks you do. well, once you find out their true identity, you just feel so embarrassed for treating them so casually, you just can't bring yourself to ever see them again, at least for the next one thousand years or so at that.
how would gemi[ni] react?
Shit- How could you make such a careless mistake?
Your friendship began due to a single, faithful accident. One event that could've easily been avoided - had it not been for a mischievous little imp who had yet to get their daily fix of humanly woes.
For a while, you had taken up shop in a shopping center somewhere out in a decently sized city. A wide, open space with plenty of stores and alleys for you to reck havoc in. On that day, your shop of choice happened to be a little comic store huttled in the corner of the mall. You had been the cause of multiple people quitting and the ban of general displays after you knocked them over one to many times, but today you had your eyes on the customers - one in particular to be more precise.
"What do you mean you don't have it?'
You snitch from behind the cash register as the patron in question slams their fist on the table. The cashier flinches in response as they lean in, teeth bared in a snarl.
"I preorder that figure the day it was announced- and you sold it to someone else?!"
You cover your hands over your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out in laughter, despite the fact that no one could hear you. You thought nothing of this specific person at first. If you got to them, you got to them, but upon hearing them shouting in rage at the cashier you couldn't pass up the opportunity to suck up their misfortune. You weren't even sure what was going on for the most part other than something they wanted was out of stock. It would be such a shame if what they had got happened to get mixed up with another patron's items.
"I'm really sorry about this-" The cashier replies. "we can give you a discount for what you've picked out today."
The customer sighs. "Fine. You're a bunch of incompetent bastards, but I'll take what I can get."
While they pay, you reach into the bag on the counter, and swap its contents with the one to their left. Snickering to yourself, you slip out the front door onto the next location. Sometimes the idea of the reaction was better than seeing the real thing, and the you didn't know how long it would take so it was best not to waste your time when you could pull off more hits.
"Hey!"
You don't even turn when your hear a shout. It wasn't like humans could see you, so you were the most unlikely suspect.
A rock hits the ground by your feet.
"I'm talking to you, shrimp."
Fearing the worse, you glance back; locking eyes with the ill-tempered customer. No further conformation needed, you book it; speeding off down the street before they take their first step. You dart into the nearest all, knocking into a few trash cans as you come to a halt. You peak around the corner. With the crowded streets and how fast you were going, they should be far behind and soon a thing of the-
"Nice try."
Spinning on your heels, the previously bumped into cans go flying to the ground as you jump ten feet in the air. The customer stands behind you, tapping their heel against the dirt as they check their nails.
"Took you long enough. I was starting to get bored." They grab you by your shirt collar. "Normally, I'd have squished a bug like you by now, but..."
You squirm under the sharpness of their finger as it drags across your face. It's been so long since you've met another demon that you had completely forgotten your own kinds' scent. You thought they were a little off, but never in a million years did you think they were like you. Given their stature, they had to have some power, but the weakness of their scent led you to believe they weren't that much higher on the class scale than you.
"...this isn't a normal situation." They flick you in the forehead before letting you go as they smirk. "Your little prank let to me getting what I really wanted and seeing the joy you got from it sparked some interest. My other half always tells me I need to interact more with this world, along with people in general- and I believe you'll be the perfect one to help by out."
You swallow your breath. "Do I have a choice?"
They laugh. "You're a class act already. "
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And thus began your budding relationship. At first it was just retailing your greatest pranks over desserts, but soon they joined you on your ventures as well. Nothing too crazy, but the occasion push or shove. To make things far, they told you about the hobbies they fancied as well. From video games to comics, they had a vast knowledge on human media, but not so much their people. You would soon find out your new companion's name was Gemi. It rings some bells, but not loud enough for you to recall where you heard the name before.
As much fun as you were having, you started to notice something off from time to time. At random intervals, their brass, and bold persona would be switched for a more timid, antsy one. They also refused to take your hand, despite literally carrying you from danger in the space. Regardless of the personality, they began to grow more hostile to those around when you both took humanly forms. It was unlike anything you had seen with the demon before, but since they were still your loyal friend you had no complaints.
That was- until the day you found out their true face.
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You were at a cafe they enjoyed, having just ordered your treats, when you come to find that yours came with a phone number on the bag. Finding it humorous/an opportunity for a new target, you show it off to Gemi with a laugh.
"Hey Jimmy, check it out. I think that cashier wrote his number on here. Funny, right?"
Instead of a finding it funny, Gemi goes quiet. They stay as such the whole time, taking occasional glances at the counter. As someone walks from the back, they excuse themselves while you finish your snack. With them still gone by the time you finished, you get up to look for them. Entering the unlocked bathroom, you find them standing in front of one of the mirrows - and a body in their arms.
"Are you sure about this, my lord?"
Instead of their reflection, the mirror shows a portal to a room with white walls. A shadowy figure stands patiently before them, arms outstretched despite their query. Gemi scowls as they shove the limp human in their arms.
"Yes, but if you really need the both of us to answer- Gemini is the one who suggested this." Their eyes soften as they continue. "I did not! All I said was maybe he needed to take a short- long-term vacation until we had more time to win them over. Ceres will be on our wings if she finds out about this."
"Be quiet- it's my turn today, so you can't speak unless I give you the say so."
The recollection their name comes crashing back to you. The twin Devils, Gemi and Gemini. Combined souls and a third of the fallen ruler of the underworld. Fear creeps up your chest as you realize you've been buddy buddy with one of the most powerful beings in your realm. What did they want with an imp like you? Did they truly value or friendship, or were they only looking to past the time until something better came along? Would they get rid of you after that like the mortal? Maybe you were the one they were win or- and they wanted you to be their pet. You didn't know what was going to be the outcome and you didn't want to find out.
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Slipping away beneath the veil of the crowd, you avoided the pair from that day forth. They attempted to contact on the phone you stole a week back, but you chucked it in the streets at the first call. You saw them from time to time in the plaza, but fled before they could spot you. You heard people speaking of a stranger who would demand information on someone with your general appearance, who'd suddenly burst into tears along way through. There was a spot in your heart that missed them, but you valued your safety more.
After a month long hiatus, you were getting back into the groove of pulling your devious tricks. You moved across town to a much smaller, but decently populated area. While going after your next victim, tearing a hole in the plastic bag they caring, you feel the urge to follow them until they noticed. Your venture leads you to an empty street, and you only notice something is off whem the lights start to flicker. The human turns to you. You recognize him.
"I'm sorry.."
As he runs off, a large figure descends from its perch atop a light fixture. They're in their true form, standing over you at over three meters tall. They snatch your arm with the talons of their winged limb; their dozens of eyes full of rage - and grief.
"Where have you been." Gemi hisses. "We both you got hurt. We thought you were dead."
"Please don't kill me!"
Their grimace falls. "Hurt you? Why would we do that?"
"Because I ran. I know I shouldn't have, but I.. I don't want to be your servant!"
Gemi starts at you deadpanned. Their lips slowly curl into a shaky smile as they break out into a full belly laugh. They left you go as they wipe a tear from their eye; face shifting at their other half takes control. You feel the urge to run now that you're free, but something tells you, you shouldn't."
"Oh, Y/...I-.. We'd never see you as below us." Gemi takes the wheel once more. "We love you, you adorable fool. Give our.. condition, we don't agree on much, but we are certain that you are our destined partner. I do tend to have a temper... and steer away from romance so we had trouble pursuing you.
Gemi grabs you with their second pair of limbs, each face taking their turn to kiss your cheeks as they wrap their wings around your smaller frame.
"You are ours, and as ours- you are our equal. We hate to do this, but due to you running away we cannot let you out of our sight again. We promise your punishment will be most pleasurable, before we get started on the wedding plans the following eve."
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the-broken-truth · 10 months
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Yandere Moxxie & Millie x male wolf reader [Helluva Boss]
Broken Truth (Reads the ask): A Yandere Milie and Moxxie with a Wolf Reader? Something simple. I'm not sure if it will be romantic or platonic but we shall see what path the story takes. Alright, let the words weave together.
As Millie and Moxxie were heading back from their shift at I.M.P., they spotted a moving van parked in front of their apartment building. They couldn't tell if someone was moving in or moving out. Their curiosity was soon satisfied when they saw a wolf demon, towering and lean, carrying a flat-screen TV out of the van. Though Moxxie felt uneasy in the presence of the creature, Millie urged her husband to approach the wolf. The wolf halted his movements and observed the two imps as they drew closer.
"Hey! I'm Millie and this is Moxxie!" Millie said as she gestured to her husband, who looked wide-eyed at the towering figure before lifting his hand and slowly having to him as a greeting. "We saw you moving into our building. What's your name?" Millie asked with a smile, causing the wolf demon to smile back at the imps.
"Hello, my name is [Reader] - I just moved in today. Is there something I can help you two with?" [Reader] asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
"No, we just got off work and saw you moving in and we wanted to say hello. Mind if we help you move in, 6 arms are better than 2." Millie said as she looked a the small boxes in the moving van.
"Only if you want to, I don't like burdening people with my work." The Wolf Demon gestured with his tail, indicating the lightest boxes, and instructed Millie and Moxxie to pick them up. The two imps complied and, together with [Reader], they proceeded to transfer his belongings to his new apartment, which happened to be next to theirs. Afterward, they were invited in for some drinks and casual conversation. [Reader] revealed that he was the youngest son of a Wolf Demon Pack, born to the Alpha's brother, and therefore the Alpha's nephew. When asked why he decided to move away from home, [Reader] explained that he was the runt of the litter and had always been neglected by his parents, unlike his older siblings. Driven by the desire to pursue his own path, he left the pack and started anew. Although he had enough money to cover his rent for the next five months, he needed a job. Millie's eyes lit up at the prospect of helping him out.
"You should come to work with us! We work for I.M.P. and Blitz was telling us that he needed some more hands around the office."As she took hold of [Reader's] hands and drew them close to her heart, Millie could see the lost look in his eyes. Determined to assist him in finding his way, she offered to introduce him to her boss, a proposal that [Reader] accepted with a smile and a nod. Several hours later, Moxxie and Millie returned home and fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next day, [Reader] met Moxxie and Millie outside of the apartment building and the 3 of them walked to the I.M.P. Building where Blitzo and Luna were waiting for them.
"Where the hell have you two...been?! Who the hell is that beefcake?!" Blitzo said as he pointed at the wolf demon standing behind Millie and Moxxie. Seeing [Reader] uncomfortable, Moxxie placed his hand on the back of [Reader's] hand like a comforting father to a nervous child.
"Sir, this is [Reader] - a Wolf Demon that moved into our apartments last night. He was telling us that he needed a job and Millie told him about the opening you have at I.M.P. Give him a chance." Looking at [Reader] with a gentle gaze, Moxxie made the wolf smile. However, their moment was interrupted when a grey hellhound suddenly pushed Moxxie away by the face, causing the imp to fall to the ground. It was Luna, the daughter of Blitzo.
"Why hang out with these shrimps?" Luna asked him but [Reader] moved past her and helped Moxxie to his feet, "Hey, I'm talking to you." Luna said as she looked at [Reader] to help Moxxie to his feet before turning to face her with a scowl on his face.
"These 'Shrimps' helped me when I have no one. I owe them for helping me move and helping me find a job...if Mr. Blitz will hire m." [Reader] said as he looked towards Blitz, who thought about it for a while before nodding.
"Alright, kid, I'll give you a chance. Let's see what you can do - ever killed anyone before ?" Blitzo asked. [Reader] smiled a large toothy grin before they told him to come inside and tell him all about it.
As time passed, [Reader] found a comfortable role as one of Blitzo's Hunters in I.M.P. Known as the 'Shadow Hunter', he excelled in stealth and possessed a sniper rifle. Their team's reputation grew as they successfully completed missions. When not fulfilling contracts, [Reader] spent time with Millie and Moxxie, who tended to dote on him. Despite Luna's occasional attempts to connect with him, the imps would whisk him away whenever she tried to talk about non-work related topics.
"Don't go near her, son, she'll be a horrible influence on you." Moxxie would say - for some reason calling [Reader] his son and Millie would do the same or just nod to what Moxxie was saying & [Reader] cared for Moxie and his wife so he listened to them. They would do a lot of things for him that normal friends wouldn't do.
They would pack him lunches even though he could cook for himself.
They would come over to his place and care for him if he was sick.
They would brush his fur to make him look more 'appropriate' as Moxxie would say
Millie was extremely maternal when it came to him, [Reader] wasn't able to make more friends because Millie was always around and told him to stay away from the sluts; as Millie would call them.
During the evening, Moxxie and Millie expressed their concern to [Reader] about the dangers of his job at I.M.P. due to a previous injury sustained on a mission. They urged him to consider leaving to avoid further harm. However, [Reader] explained that he needed to keep working to pay his bills. Despite their advice to listen to his parents, [Reader] clarified that they were not his parents and abruptly exited the apartment. Moxxie and Millie, armed with their guns, exchanged a smirk.
'Not yet.' They thought.
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rattyarts · 1 year
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the imps watch an animu
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Floyd and Rook's nicknames
So I was thinking about why our character in Twisted Wonderland has the nicknames of "Shrimp/Koebi-chan" and "Trickster" and I haven't seen anyone point out the obvious reason: It's because we're tied to Mickey.
Floyd's is pretty clear. Mickey's small stature is often pointed out by whoever is his rival, like Mortimer Mouse or Pete, and "Shrimp" is a nickname used for someone small. However, Rook's is a nod to Mickey from the late 20s-early 30s.
If you haven't done deep dive into the beginnings of Disney's Mickey Mouse cartoons, Mickey was more of a trickster character when he was first animated. He was cited in the early 1930s by writers of the time as "scandalous" and an "imp". He was about getting ahead in life and finding the fastest way that served him what he wanted. An example, in one of his cartoons from 1928, "Plane Crazy", Mickey flat out yanks a turkey's tail off just so he has a tail fin for his plane. No asking, no speaking, just sees the tail and TAKES it, ignoring the pain and embarrassment the turkey goes through because of his actions. Later in the same cartoon, while flying his plane, he asks Minnie for a kiss, she says no, so he pulls a series of scary plane maneuvers to try and get her to kiss him when he asks a second time. She says no AGAIN and he forcibly kisses her. Don't worry, he does get comeuppance for this, but comparing the image of Mickey we have now to his old self; there's a lot of cognitive dissonance.
Honestly, Mickey in his original conception before they started to change his character would fit more with the student body of Night Raven College rather than the student body of Royal Sword Academy. Late 1920s Mickey is selfish, mischievous, a bit of a jerk, and all about his wants first. It wasn't till a few short years later they started shifting his character to be more like Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp character and lessening Mickey's more jerk behavior. Then, as time went on, he went from being like Chaplin's character to become more of an everyman archetype which is one of the roles we play as in game.
Considering that basis of the nicknames, I wonder if that's part of why we were picked up by the Carriage, but the Dark Mirror can't classify us. The cartoon that Twisted Wonderland (and Epic Mickey as well) references is "Thru the Mirror" which aired in 1936, which is a couple years into that start of his becoming more like a "Little Tramp" based character of being childlike and bumbling, but good hearted at the core. In short, we're tied to Mickey who, at the time of "Thru the Mirror" was in character shift, going from a character who would definitely fit in at NRC, to a more good-hearted character who may mess up, but doesn't really act like a villain at all.
Now this isn't to say we are Mickey, obviously Mickey is in the game and Yana Toboso has made it perfectly clear that all Yuus are valid as 'Yuu' is supposed to be whoever the player wants them to be. I mean, personally speaking, my character is NEVER going to change from what I set her up to be (WHICH IS DEFINITELY NOT MICKEY). I want to keep her the way she is and I have no reasons to change her (I plan to post about her in depth one of these days when I finally have time to get the art for her done and where I'm happy enough with it). I just find it interesting that our nicknames seem to be nods to our connection to Mickey Mouse.
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eldritch-spouse · 8 months
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Liva a small fish tank with a singular shrimp inside into Lacai's lap. "Thoughts on mermaid bugs like half lobsters or crabs."
The imp gladly takes his newfound wet creature, examining it move its little legs inside the container with a small smile. It's adorable.
He eventually sets the little anthropod down beside him on the sand and turns back to the troll woman.
" What do you think? " The impcubus smirks cheekily.
" If I didn't have to babysit King Vesper in his quest to- "
A distant scream turned horny giggle is heard as Vesper is seen flipped upside down in a large octopus mermonster's tendrils, something unceremoniously shoved where the sun doesn't shine.
" ... To find the 'sexiest mermonster out there'- " Lacai continues without a flinch. " I probably would have already tried to hook up with that horseshoe crab merlady. "
The smaller demon appears to space out, lost in thoughts, before snapping out of it and smiling. " Uh- Thank you, for the shrimp. "
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nerdnag · 3 months
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It is 2 AM on a winter night. I wake up in a cold sweat to a tickling sensation on my cheek. My eyes open and it is dark. I see nothing. I feel nothing. Coming from somewhere far away I hear what sounds like giggling. It is not a human giggle.
Unable to fall asleep, I grab my phone and unlock the screen. Two new notifications. One of them is a Tumblr like. Another is a text message from an unknown number that only says "shrimpostor". The Tumblr notif is a like on one of my posts from someone called "ultimate_shrimpifier". The post contains a declaration of allegiance toward some entity I have apparently chosen to call "shrimpstance". I do not remember making this post.
Fingers trembling, I open my phone browser. It opens to a Google image search of "shrimp.png". A dozen soulless black eyes are staring back at me. I do not remember making this search. I close the tab. The next tab is open to a long list of words containing "imp". I do not remember looking for this list.
A thought appears unbidden in my mind. "I am shrimpertinent". I do not know what this means or where it comes from. I am afraid.
I do not want to be shrimpified by the ultimate shrimpifier.
I throw my phone into the wall. It only makes a muffled sound. I hear the giggle again, closer this time. It comes from all directions, calling me toward it.
I am standing on a cliff. Above me, dark sky. Below me, dark sea. Around me, giggles. Wind brushes against my skin. Then, a soft light catches my attention. It is coming from below the surface of the water, slowly growing in strength. The giggles become increasingly intense and shrimpossible to shut out.
I cover my ears but the sound is not dulled. I close my eyes but the light is not dimmed. I scream at the top of my lungs but it only comes out as a giggle.
YOU ARE SHRIMPURE.
The thought, nay; the voice, nay; a metallic chorus of voices, as alien as they are shrimposing, shrimpcrease shrimpatiently until they are shrimpressive enough to shrimprison my mind in a shrimpenetrable palace of shrimportance.
YOU ARE SHRIMPOTENT.
The earth rumbles and quakes beneath my feet. I stumble forward and fall, only to find myself tumbling weightlessly into a dark sea of light and color and shapes and beauty.
Everything falls silent. I can no longer see the light. I can no longer hear the voices. I can no longer feel the wind against my skin.
I have no skin.
YOU ARE SHRIMPROVABLE.
Everything comes alive in a cacophony of shrimpsations. I see everything. I hear everything. I feel everything. It is shrimperative that I pay attention. It is my shrimplicit duty.
YOU ARE SHRIMP
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