H̶E̸ WH͞O WĄI̢T͝S

Now I am to understand you are a demon, and that you seem to hold yourself well as one. Congrats. It's not terribly hard to do that all you have to do to be a demon is be a complete and total moron, allow yourself to be possessed, and and then have a field day. It's a good thing your soul was consumed because you'd be useless otherwise. Not to say you make an effective demon anyways, what have you done as a demon? Associate with a false messiah and befriend a mentally retarded kid. Way to go.

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 15:57:56 -0500

Í̷̸ ̶̷͡Do͘ ҉̴͏N̛͘o͟t̸̛͢ ̸̕K̢ǹ̕o̷̴w͡ ҉Ẃ̛͞hǫ ͟҉̴Y̸̴o͠u ̷̵͝A̴r̴̷é
B̷u̷͢t͝ ́͞Y̧̡o͟u͏r̷ ͘͡I͟nsu̧̕l͡t̢͠͝s͢ A͏̴̴r̴e̶ ͝҉N͢o̴̵t̡͜͢ ̡͠V̧͠er̢͜y̨ ̨G̛͜͡o̴̧͜o̧͘͡d

hey um... mister Bruise? I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry for slapping you earlier a-and running away. I really really am! y-you're one of my best friends mister Bruise and I've just been gosh darned sad lately and its no fair to take it out on you. can we still be friends? e-even if you don't want to I'll still help you find a soul though because I made a promise to you, but I still want to be friends with you and yeah!

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 19:08:10 -0500

I S̀u͏p̧po̶s̀e It Is ̸Al̛rig͠h̢t̢
͟It ͡Di̶d ̧No͠t Bơthęr M̧e͝
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́’F̷o͟ŕg͏i͜v͘e͏’ Yo̴u

Gustave Doré, Depiction of Satan, the antagonist of John...

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Gustave Doré, Depiction of Satan, the antagonist of John Milton’s Paradise Lost c. 1866

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((The best thing about White is that ALL OF US made him?? Like, Sea sat there and went “This is white, he’s an asshole, he thinks he’s god, his name is Thaddeus” and the rest of him is all our retarded headcanons.))

Very Kawaii Soul [Or Lack Thereof]: A Fanfic

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:38:50 -0500

When Sky Blue had fallen asleep, it had been a very chill, windy night and the moon had been so bright it hurt to look at it through his bedroom window. He had lain there in the bed, a happy smile drifting lazily so lazily across his pale, dimpled face, and then lazily so lazily Sky Blue had drifted off to sleep, his hair cascading across his face in straight cut lines bangs that probably would have suited a woman better but seeing how Sky wasn’t exactly masculine it didn’t honestly matter to the person watching him anyway because honestly it was cute and if Bruise could smile his lips would have perked up into a quirky like half grin that he always did before his soul was nibbled on like a Trisquit.

At first, it was just sort of an itch. Sky had lazily moved a hand over the flap on the front of his pants, scratching idly. But slowly, and surely, the itch grew and Bruise watched as Sky began to get uncomfortable in the full length fleece feetpajamas he was wearing. He let out a grumbling complaint rolling onto his tummy, rubbing softly against the bed as Bruise slowly manipulated the boy into near full awakeness. Bruise could feel a similar reaction start in his own groin, but his face remain stoic and blank and like all sorts of poker faced.

And then something soft and wet coiled around Sky’s half-hard arousal, wrapping around like a spring on a pencil and with a shuddery groan, Sky arched his back in a near perfect shape that any architect, if having seen, would have been made proud and would have constructed many a-archways probably named something like Sky Moans Gardens Entrance Way North. Bruise, amused, slowly and gradually phased into the bedroom of a certain Mr. Blue, shrouded in a purply mist that dampened his hair to his forehead- though that could have been because of his earlier ministrations.

Sky nearly screamed, but something oily and slick curled into his mouth. Instinctively, he bit down, and his teeth went through the tendril like it was warm butter. The tentacle stub near evaporated in his mouth, leaving an oily dribble to slide down the corner of Sky’s mouth; an oily dribble that, despite Bruise’s best efforts to show no emotion, made his eyebrow twitch and the fabric of his pants to get tighter and much for uncomfortable against himself.

“Fleshling.” was all Bruise had said, and Sky’s face immediately lit up in a wide grin.

“Hiya hey hello Mister Bruise! What brings you hear at…3:33 in the mornin’?” the softer color replied, and Bruise almost felt bad for manipulating the boy with the supernatural powers that he wielded. But Bruise’s milky eyed gaze travelled down unbeknownst to the other boy, and the demon had quite a gaze as he viewed Sky’s feetpajamas stretched tight around the crotch flap.

“I’ve come.” Bruise stated, but before Sky could open his mouth to reply, another dark tentacle wrapped around him, running it’s oily skin against the sheepy fabric of the pajamas. The blue let out a high pitched mewl and his eyelids were like dying butterflies, fluttering shut weakly as he struggled to remain composure. As the purple viewed his friend, his only friend, the only friend that he actually called a friend and could stand to be around despite being the moronic fleshling he was, he noticed already a small wet spot flowering on the front flap, and Bruise, having a very very very keen eye for fashion and fabrics and the like, decided that good golly miss molly those pajamas needed to go because who was he to ruin such a lovely pair of feet fleecies?

Bruise had walked over, and already Sky was trembling -fear? Pleasure? Excitement? Joy? Bruise really couldn’t read the other boy’s emotions as well as he thought, though it particularly didn’t matter because Bruise was already unbuttoning the Sky’s fleecies while the soft blue color let out a hideous swell of stammering “I uhs what are you excuse me”s that were promptly hushed when Bruised trailed a long, dark grey finger down Sky’s chest. Sky thought this gesture was just the bees knees and a flurry of does this mean were dating nows ran through his head, but were silenced by a particularly nastily good feeling tug by the tentacle.

Sky let out a long, low whine and sort of made childish grabby hands at Bruise, much to the demons confusion. What the fuck bro am I supposed to grab your hands or like do you want me here or what I need more than just a flex of the finger for me to understand what you are saying Sky. The demon inched closer, and Sky’s flexing digits immediately busied themselves with unbuttoning Bruise’s suit, much to the latter’s bemused expression.

Bruise didn’t really have anything extraordinary about his build, and though his chest wasn’t anything magnificent (two nipples a few curls of soft lavender hair and some skin check check check) he found himself staring at Sky’s bewildered expression. Bruise’s gaze couldn’t help but move to Sky’s open mouth, and a flash panged in his groin, causing him to tug on Sky a bit harshly. The blue color just puffed his chest out and bit his lip, making a hushed mewling sound. Bruise took a few steps back, and slowly but surely, Sky raised out of bed as well, steadying himself with the nightstand so he could follow after his partner-lover? Mate? Friends with benefits?

Another tug by a slick, dark purple tentacle and Sky was immediately brought to his knees with a choked gasp. Bruise’s face was stoic as ever, but again, an eyebrow twitched as it slowly dawned on him that he was the one making the other boy give such delicious sounds. Bruise deftly raised a pale grey hand, unbuckling his belt and letting the thick fabric of his pants to fall. He wore no underwear because honestly as a demon he really didn’t see the need. Who would ever pull them off, and he didn’t use the washroom so an extra layer like such was near pointless. Sky attempted to open his eyes, to view the character in front of him that he so dearly loved, but the ministrations of the oily tendrils caused him to writhe and arch against the bed that he was kneeling against. Bruise dropped his hands to his sides, carefully watching the wriggling, nude boy in front of him, flushed pale pink and looking ,quite frankly, adorable. Bruise had a slight pang of envy that he could not blush like the blue. That thought was quickly defeated as one of his own slick tendrils wrapped around himself, and he bit his lip with sharklike teeth, tiny droplets of acidic black-red blood appearing at his lips and smearing his otherwise blank face.

Bruise could barely control anything anymore, as the wallpaper began curling and rising off the walls, and the floor below his feet began to hiss as it heated and burned. Sky was panting, clutching the bedspread so hard his knuckles turned pearly white, feeling as the out-of-control demonic tentacles slowly raised in their numbers, rubbing themselves against the floor, against Bruise, against Sky and it was near too much for the blue color to handle. He near let out the perfect pornstar moan, arching his back to the air, coming in hot bursts as he felt the tentacles slide around his body, his eyes catching open for a fleeting moment to see the near nude figure of Bruise standing in front of him, tentacles wrapped provocatively around his legs and arms and torso and member.

Seeing Sky bloom in afterglow and lay, absolutely a panting wreck on the floor made Bruise’s ministrations even quicker until he also toppled over the edge, his seed spattering onto the floor in front of the bed and sizzling slighty- to Sky’s uncomfortableness. Bruise’s face was as calm as ever, though near-black blood dribbled down his lower lip and Sky almost found it sexy. The wallpaper finally curled to the top of the wall and the window began to crack ever so slightly, but Sky payed no attention, beaming up at Bruise with the dorkiest, happiest grin a color could make. He opened his mouth to speak-

But before a word could be said, Bruise disappeared in a lavender, misty vapour, leaving only an acidic stain and a large, oddly shaped burn mark from where he stood. As Sky scrambled over to the spot where the demon once was in dismay, he placed his hand right on the middle of the burn mark…

To this day, Sky still swears the burn was in the shape of a heart.

((omg lewd))

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:09:43 -0500

((omg lewd))

((hello baby))

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 00:50:00 -0500

bruisexwhite

What was their first kiss like

probably one sided since bruise doesnt really kiss

Where were they the first time they had sex

hell or heaven

Who’s louder

uhhhhhhh idk probably white!!!!!!!!!!! bruise doesnt really make noises

Who wakes up first

they dont sleep. they fuck they lay awake and then they leave each others presence

Favorite form of foreplay

white thinks its great to frot against bruise thinking hes holy as hell

Who performs/receives oral more often

im guessing bruise gets it omg you wouldnt want those demon teeth at yo dick

What kink they most often use

tentacles or frottage

Who more often tries new things

i can see white doing it aaaa

If they had to choose a third+ person to include who would it be

sky obvs

Favorite toy

satanic tendrils of the darkest reach or maybe a cross

Is there a certain thing one of them can’t have sex without

ummmmmmm idk i dont think so

Their general feelings on sex in the relationship

white is like IM DOING IT FOR THE CHURCH FUCK YEAH

bruise is like w/e

How careful they are about using protection

they dont use it o/

A fantasy that one the other will never be willing/able to fulfill

um idk???? maybe rolling around in holy water wtf idek

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((m-mister Bruise? I’m sorry for running away and slapping you and stuff…
u-um can we still be friends?
I’m sorry!
I-I’ve had a lot of t-trauma w-with my h-hair recently and it made me s-scared… ))

mescreamingalonewiththispicture.tumblr.com ))

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*stares at for a moment, feels his hair burning, flips the fuck out, sobs and runs away to hide*

Bruise does not speak or go after him. The pavement below his feet starts to crack sharply. All vegetation around him burns to ashes in milliseconds. Clouds start to gather.

Before it can start raining, however, Bruise leaves.

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*stares at him for a moment, then suddenly looks mad, and then gives the ever so slightest papslap across his cheek* hush. you’re handsome. stop it.

Bruise stares at Sky with very dead eyes. Where he was slapped, it doesn’t even leave a mark. No blood rushes to his cheek.

A piece of Sky’s hair catches on fire.

D͉͉̬͙̖͎͉͍̲͖̣͓̥̱̮͓ͅo̠̫̪̘̩̳̫̹ ̬͖̰͕̹̞̫̩̠̠̞̮͉̹͓͉͍N̖̹̘͖̥̗̗̦̳o̘̙̫̗̯̱̪̖̗̘͚̪̘̮̺̫͔t̖̼̯̗̬̣̞̝̼͈̗̱̣̖̖ ͉̮̪̜̤̙̞̫̙͚̣̫̯̮̮ͅA̠̬̪̜̭̭̠̞̤̠t͚̥̱̬̭̖͙̺̲̖͕̜̩̟̳͇͈̰t͖̖͍̫̺e̩̲͖̫͇͖̺̩͙͍̲͇̝͖̬̳͕m͍̖̹ͅp͔͇͔͉͓͉̳̤ͅt̪̜̰̻̼͖̘̫ͅ ̝͉̫̙̯̱͎͎̦̣T͖͓̫̥̙̫̪͔̤̥̱͉̪͎ͅo̯̪̻̩̣̙ ̖͙̝͇Ḫ͈͙͈͙̣̩͕̜͍͔̱̘̬̠̝͇a̖̯̦̦͎̞͕̰͇̥̦͖r̦̘̩̫͕̥͎̗̜̩̞̰m͓̥̝͖̟̰͎͍̣̲̗͖̫̮ͅ ̟̠̠̞̯̬̲͈͎͓̟̟͖̞͉̗ͅM͓̝̰̺̥͓̻̘̤ͅe̤̮͈̝̖̙̙̠͍̰̻̙͚ͅ ̳̭̮̙̣̥̥͚̯͚̩̪̺̲̪͇͙͖A͎͈̞̗͈̩̟͍̼͇̟g̥̪̣a͎̻̫͈̥̤i͔̺̠̪̤̦͈̫͉͔n͚̪̝̟͔̹̭̭͚̺̩ ̙͈̥͈̠̟͎̭̖F͕̪͍̪͇͎̩͉̪̰̖͚͎̥̞̫l͍̟͙̺̝͖̰̠͈̞e̳̹̞͙͈̲̬̝̳̰ͅs̳̲͈̜̱h̘̬̥̯ḻ̜̲͍̭̭̭͚̥i̹̫̦̱n̝̫̜͇͎̥͉͚̝̰̖̗̠͈̪̣̞g͇̬̜͕̪̙̞̮
͔͔̺̲̲̦̣͙͍̦̬̳͓̰͙͖͔̭I͉̦̘̩̣͍̞̥̠͙ ̮͓̘̝͕̪̠̖̼̠̣̫C͚̲̺̺̼̠̣̟͖͚̮ͅa̟̲̜̰̫ṉ̥̼̤̙̝̘̻͙̪͓̲̞̹̪n̫̳̮͙̬͖̰̯̝̻͖͓̝̤̖ͅọ̗͎̪̥͕̱̖͚̞̠͖͚t̹̞̭̲̲̪͚̣̫̹ ͙͎͙̖̘̺̖̱̘̯̰͓̠̭G̮̜͈̼̯͉u̗̱̬͍͎̙̤͍̺͈̖̤͎̺̫͚a̩͇͍̥̬ͅr̗̦̥̘̘͍̫͕̺̫͓̠̞a̗̙̤͎̺̹̖͇̱͚̬̮̹̼̤̭̰̩͍n̟̝͇̬̼͍̮͕̪̱̼͎̤ͅt̯͍̲ͅͅe̠̩͍̙̻̩̲̜̞̞̤̣̫̳e̜̙̥̖ ͎͓̠̼̰̘̫T̘͍͙̞̠̥h̭̳͈ͅe͔̲̘̱̟̘͍̘ ͇͉̲͔̜O̜̪̦͎̮̘̝̩̦̙͚̩u̜͇͚͎̟͖t̫̲̖̞̫͉̟̠̖̙̘̻̹͙͎̮̘̖c̥̰͕̫o̮̹̼̩͈͇̹̬͉̟͕̗m̠̩̘̺̳̹̪̜̣̟̗̙̩̟̣ͅe̱͈̙̩̹̩̼ͅ ͍̭͉͍W̮̖̗̤̤̬̞̠̘̤̹͕̥͍̬̟̣͎i̳͕͔̠̼̣̤̙͖̻̹̜̣̭̺͉ḷ̺̹̪l̮̭͙̺͈͓͍̰̥͖̬̼ ̜̼̺͈̦͇̥͕͇͓͔̺̥̻B̬̳̭̠̦̥͙̩̲͓̜͚͙̲͇͚ͅͅͅe͙̳̰̪̯͔̥̗̥̲̘͖ ̺̼͔̮̪̤P̤͔̥̥̤̘l͚̝̣̺̘̜͉̼̗e̲̯͇̮̘̪̹̼̥̝̝̺̝̟a͉̩̘̝͉̲̪̻̪̲̯͉͉͕̟͎s̲̺̺͈͎a̗͚̫̩̪̯̗̟̬̫̙͉̫̩̙̻̟̠̖n̞̲͈̘̳̦t͈͈͍̙̤͚̰̰̜ͅͅ

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*reaches out and hugs him* that’s a lie you’re dumb then because it’s not true you’re wonderful mister Bruise

I Ne͜v͠e҉r͘ ̴S͘ąid ̛An̶yth̡ing ͞Abou͞t̡ W̵on͞d̡e͏rf̶u̕l̛n͏ess
̕Me̷r̕e̕ly̷ M̨y̷ F͡a͞c̢i̢ál ̀St͞ru̡c̢t͠u͏r̶e̸ A͞nd T͞h́e҉ ̶Ṕosi̕tio͞n̴ ̷Of͘ ͜M̵y̨ F̢eat̶u̵re̵s͏

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aawww mister Bruise… low self confidence is no fun… I-I think you’re good looking and I’m sure there’s a devil that thinks the same thing. p-p-please don’t be sad…

I A͞m ͠No͟t ͝Sa͏d҉ ͝No͜r ̨Am͟ I͝ ̶L͜ów҉ ͘O̵n͝ ͜’C̷on͘f̡ìdence̛’̡
I̕ ̛Am Merely͜ S͠tat͡i͘ņg ͝T́h̕e F͝ac͞ts̷

I W̕a̸s Not͜ Aw̡ar̷e͞

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 22:41:33 -0500

But͡ A͞p̴ṕa̶r̶a̸ntl̷y̨ T҉he̷ŕe ͞Is One̢ ́Who Ćaĺl̴s ̡M̢e ͜Bȩa͠ưt̢iful̢
I̡ ̶Woul̶d͢ E̷x̧p̛lįci̸tl̷y͝ L̸i̢k̴e ̛To State̶ Thát I ̷Wi̴lĺ N̛ot ͟T̡oleratȩ S̀u̶c͞h̶ Thin͢gs
̸I ͢A͘m̸ N͞o̕t Cu͟t͜e̕
̷I ̶A̸m N̸ot Hàn҉d͟so͜m̷e̶
Į Am͝ No̷t B͝e̵a͞u͡t͡i҉f͟ul
͠I ̨A͏m A̢ ̴Ma̛chin̡e҉ ̀Of ̸Thȩ ͞Dev̕il A̢n͢ḑ A̕ Mơnst͏e͡r
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