I just wanted to share my Neige cosplay bc it has a special place in my heart ♡ I don't see much content for my cutie pie so I wanted to contribute a little! (I have a cosplay account on insta where I will put more pictures of him! If you're interested it is kokoline_cos :) )
Omori game review (no spoilers): Should you play it or not?
I love video games but I never know what to play so I thought I would start making some game reviews to help those who are in the same case as me. Here we go
First, Omori is a psychological horror RPG game developped by the indie studio omocat. You have to fight ennemies and solve some mysteries, fighting is by turns and it is based on emotions type. I think it can be quite repetitive but the fights are challenging so it makes it fun!
As for the story, I can't tell much without spoiling. All I can say is that it's truly mind breaking, breath taking and interesting. You play as Omori who lives with his friends in a colorful world but then one of them disappear after seeing a picture and horror stuff start appearing. You decide to search for him.
At first, I won't lie, I was bored. It was too cheesy for me and I had no interest into the battles neither the dialogues. But once the friend disapear, things get interesting. The more you get to know about the world you're in and the story, the more you get invested and entertained. In the end, it had the same impact on me as Undertale, except that I didn't cry for undertale but I have cried for omori. I swear, I couldn't stop crying lmao. You get truly attached to the characters and I felt so bad for some of them. At the end, I was truly addicted and realized that I was playing a masterpiece.
However, you shouldn't play it if you're too sensitive!! I'm quite sensitive and sometimes, it was really too much to bare for me (for those who have played it, the mewo scene.... I WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND TERRIFIED). It has some trigger warning that you should definitely read and consider before playing it! If you're comfortable with that then I think you should play it, the game is wonderful.
[Behold! The promised Barbatos content has come at last! -🧵 Anon]
If eyes are the window to the soul, this air of mystery Barbatos maintains is the shroud which casts shadow upon his face. Tucked behind closed shutters and layers of curtain, his true intentions remain hidden from the world.
This distance that he's set, this barrier that he's built, has never once been breached. Not by Diavolo, who, while closer to him than any other, knows better than to ask questions. Nor by Solomon, who, while pact-bearing and ever curious, knows better than to get close. This line has never been crossed. Not a single soul—neither from times forsaken nor those yet to come—has slipped pass his defenses and approached his truest self.
Not until you, that is.
Your sincerity was a rarity in Devildom. It came as no surprise when the demon brothers, as dysfunctional as they are lonely, fall for you. It's when you win over the others that he begins to take interest. The Celestial Realm had no shortage of kindness and sincerity, so why did Simeon fall for you? Solomon had met countless humans across his long life, and yet he also became entranced by you. It's too late when Barbatos realizes his growing attraction. His fate was already sealed. Caught in the spider's web, you had captured his heart along with all the others. How careless of him.
Though, he refrains from giving himself too hard a time. Because really, the truth was, his fate had been sealed since the very beginning.
It was inevitable, he finds, that he would fall for someone so loveable. Every door and staircase led to the same destination. Every mirror reflected the same path. No matter the place or time, they all came to love you. Their love was so strong it surpassed space and time. His love was so strong it surpassed all space and time.
But yours wasn't.
It was unfair, really, for you to be so fickle in the face of such devotion. Incarnations that ran would always be brought home carefully, bound with the softest silks any of the three realms had to offer. When you fought, would always hold you until you went limp in their arms, soothed. When you cried, they would wipe your tears away. When you lied, they would forgive you.
They have loved you to point of insanity over and over again, and yet, you have rarely returned the favor.
In your kinder variants, whispers of sweet nothings dipped in honey would spill from your lips like waterfall. It was far from genuine, of course, but no one seemed to mind. Not as long as you were looking their way.
Artificial as it may be, there was nothing they wouldn't do to earn your affection. No line they wouldn't cross to hold your attention. Love them. Hate them. Anything goes.
You only need to stay by their side.
Nothing is more important.
Hello! Sorry I took a while to get to this. I was trying to read more about Barbatos-related lore so I don't completely butcher this :( And. As always, this was so well written!!! Could literally read anything you write, even if it was describing the ingredient list on the back of a can 0>0
Barbatos was hardly surprised when Lord Diavolo's interest in you took a disturbing turn, and he began plummeting head first into the dark pits of obsession.
The Young Master had always been an intense individual when it concerned his feelings, though seeing him lose himself so quickly, and for a mere human was jarring to say the least. Still, when he sees how the brothers covet for your attention and tug at you like a toy to be shared, he finds himself wondering if it was perhaps inevitable that Diavolo, too, would find himself craving your touch and your smile, carving out a place just for you inside his heart and mind.
Your presence was almost plaguing the Devildom, slowly but surely spreading your influence onto each of the brothers, coiling around their hearts and warping their thoughts until they developed a sick dependency of sorts on you. And after the avatars, it was the Young Master, and after that, SImeon, and now even Solomon was affected.
He knows you're not to blame for the situation you're in, but you were so foolish as to let your guard down in a place as cruel as this, and now, you were beyond saving. The warm smiles and tender caresses you offered, the gentle words despite how agitated you were, the profound understanding you had for demons who were nothing like you—did you think it would go unnoticed? Did you believe that the brothers, who had been scorned even as demons in the Devildom, who had been chased out of their previous home, wouldn't latch onto your sweet assurances and wish to have it all for themselves? You should have expected their greed to overwhelm them, should have long realized that demons felt no guilt about indulging in sins and souls alike, especially when yours only brought them pleasure and warmth.
But when he sees you struggling to turn down Lord Diavolo's suggestion to spend yet another night in the castle, a bitter taste fills his mouth. The scene reminds him of himself, many, many years ago, when he had been tricked and trapped to work for Lord Diavolo. It was painfully clear the demon had not learned anything from Barbatos's resentment of him after the fact, and for a minute, he falters—could you manage to hold back the resentment building inside you, too?
It mattered little; any resistance would be futile anyways, and such burning hatred would only eat away at you.
And then, you start approaching him. It makes sense, somehow, that compared to the unbearable fighting that constantly went on between the brothers, the domineering personality of Lord Diavolo, Solomon's sly plots and Simeon's...nature, that he would be your first choice of comfort. To you, he was just Lord Diavolo's butler. Loyal, skilled, but kind and safe. Though he knows it's a compliment to be viewed as such, Barbatos can't help the stinging sensation that follows when he realizes you must view him as a neutral party. Just there in the background, unaffected by your presence, and reliable—You must have assumed all that because he hadn't changed outwardly yet.
Although he hadn't lost his wits and started following you around like a lovesick puppy, and had yet to try his hand at manipulating you into staying by his side, it didn't mean that he was safe, or worse yet—that he was sincere. It just wasn't in his nature to be outwardly expressive about his feelings, nor was it easy to catch him in the act if he tried pulling the strings to control you.
You simply had no clue what he was up to.
You had no suspicions towards him when he convinced Diavolo to let you room by yourself one night, and you never doubted his intentions when he helped you evade the brothers. It must be so easy to believe that Barbatos was doing this out of the goodness of your heart, that he was helping you not because his jealousy was a miserable thing that plagued him relentlessly, but because he felt bad for your situation. He didn't want your other suitors to suffer as much as he did, he only wanted to lend a friend a helping hand. If you only thought about it a little more, it would be evident even to you how ridiculous the very notion was. But accepting the reality would mean losing your only friend and ally in the realm, and that realization would crush you. It was in his best interest, too, to make sure you were content by his side—a broken lover was not only difficult to ease into a picture of semi-normalcy, but it would also cause all the others to lose their minds. There were numerous, extremely delicate, factors that were depending on his role as your trustworthy partner now, and he would do well to fulfil it.
And really, it wasn't like he was particularly upset about the arrangement. He did want to brazenly stake his claim and have you succumb to him, but it wasn't unbearable having you like this, either. You huddled close to him after particularly bad arguments broke out, seeked him out when you wanted a bite of something sweet to chase away the bitter taste resentment, you confided in him your personal secrets, things that couldn't be found out by spells and tricks. Genuine trust—something none of the others could say they had of you.
However, it was clearly not enough for you.
Barbatos would think that unconditional love, infinite in quantity and absolute in its existence, would be something anyone would desire; especially being at the receiving end. He had assumed that relentless devotion and unwavering loyalty would be something to be yearned, that tender caresses from the cruel hands of your lovers and adoring, cloying whispers of sweet promises would be something you'd begin to appreciate. At the very least, weren't you glad, that they knew better than to frighten you or hurt you?
He was obviously wrong, if the way you keep trying, and failing, to run away and escape. You come to him, the first time, and plead with him, your eyes glittering with tears and voice strained with exhaustion, to help you leave the Devildom; even send you to a different time. But he had to refuse, firm but gentle, guiding you back to your place at the center. After that, you try it yourself. You try to create portals and cast spells, but what good does your measly magic do against the greatest sorcerer? All you get in return is cold treatment.
It does occur to him, when he tucks you in after you fall asleep at the castle and Diavolo gives him a knowing smile from across the room, that he was doing the same terrible thing that had happened to him. He was enabling your slow descent into the murky trap your other lovers had been preparing, by not aiding your escape. You'd never blame him, believing him to be strictly bound to Diavolo's orders, but he knew why he was doing this, and it was not only because of his allegiance to the Young Master.
Barbatos, too, was completely and utterly enchanted by you. You'd hate him, if you knew how his mind was invaded by you; your words, your smile, your light touches, to the point where all he knew was you. You'd be frightened if you knew how his lovesickness manifested, how you plagued him like a persistent illness and the very thought of you slowly sunk into his flesh until your presence had become a part of his identity.
But you didn't know, and that was all he could ask for.
BARBATOS x f!Reader
0.9k words | NSFW | Yandere | Non-con somnophilia
Content warnings: Yandere thoughts/behaviours, non-con somnophilia, drugging, stalking.
A/N: Another segment of what I've been calling "The Creepy Castle AU" in my head.
When you enter the guest room provided for you at the Demon Lord's castle, there’s a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand. It’s not the first time Barbatos surprised you like this during one of your visits, and the kind gesture makes you smile.
You pick up the delicate porcelain cup and inhale the fragrant aroma - it’s sweet and slightly herbal, a blend of Devildom berries and flowers you can’t identify yet by smell.
You purse your lips and blow gently across the top. The murky red liquid ripples gently as you cool your drink. Your first sip is hesitant, but you hum appreciatively at the light, honeyed taste. You take another generous sip before setting the cup back down onto its saucer.
There’s a folded piece of clothing on the bedspread. When you lift it in front of you, you realize it’s a nightgown; the fabric is soft and semi-sheer, dyed a beautiful shade of dark blue. It falls just above your knees. You can tell by the feel of it that it’s luxurious, nothing that you would ever buy for yourself and certainly not to sleep in.
You attended a ball earlier this evening at Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer and his brothers insisted you join them. Diavolo welcomed you tonight with open arms.
The night was a blur of dancing and drinking and jubilant conversation. By the time the last guests departed, it was well past midnight and Lucifer readily accepted Diavolo’s offer to stay at the castle. Walking back to the House of Lamentation was a daunting proposition; more than one of his brothers drank too much tonight.
Lucifer and his brothers wandered off to their nearby guest rooms to sleep. Barbatos led you further down the hall and showed you to an exquisite room for your own use. He explained he prepared it for you at Diavolo’s request, to ensure your privacy and comfort. He wished you a good evening before he walked away.
You have nothing with you except a small purse and the dress on your back, purchased earlier that day with Asmodeus. If you twist oh so carefully, you can just reach the zipper and tug it down. The dress slides off your shoulders and glides lazily to the floor and pools at your feet. You drape the dress carefully over the back of an armchair so it doesn’t wrinkle too terribly by morning.
The cool castle air chills your skin and you can feel your bare nipples harden. It might not be appropriate to sleep mostly-naked when you’re a guest of the young prince. You feel ill-prepared for a night away from the comforts of home, but then you glance at the gift on your bed.
The nightgown fits perfectly and the material is silky against your skin. You pull back the blankets and slide into bed, sitting against the headboard with a tired sigh. You cradle the teacup in your palm and take more small sips. The warm liquid relaxes you, and soon you’re sleepy and can drink no more. You set the nearly-empty cup back on the nightstand and shimmy down the mattress to get comfortable. Once your head rests on the soft, cloud-like pillow, you close your weary eyes.
When your breathing slows and you descend into deep sleep, the candles that light the room blow out. The shadows come alive when you're bathed in darkness. Sin slips through the cracks of stone, the walls giving way so no more barriers exist between you.
Greedy eyes drink in your sleeping form and the sheets are tugged away, revealing your soft, touchable skin draped in midnight blue. The sheer fabric clings to each dip and groove and curve when you breathe.
He knew you would look lovely in this.
He dares to reach towards your sleeping face - his once-steady hands now shaking with anticipation, the urge to explore too overwhelming to resist. Beneath the supple leather gloves he wears, he can still feel the warmth of your skin that makes the craving he feels for you bloom deep in his belly.
His hand traces the fragile column of your throat and over the slope of your breasts, fingers gliding over the dips and curves of your chest and waist. The swell of your hip fits so perfectly in his hand. He dares to trail his thumb along the top of your thigh and into the warm space between your legs. Wandering fingers skim the lacy underwear you left on. He feels a hint of dampness there, and he wonders what sinful dreams his tea has given you.
He shifts the fabric aside and your light scent is even stronger now, sweet and musky and all his. He teases the edge of your folds and revels in how soft and warm you are. His movements are gentle, smoothed by the barest traces of slick gathering on his gloves. He wonders how greedy he can be tonight–
You squirm in your sleep and he pulls away quickly as though burned by the temptation of getting too close. You unconsciously rub your thighs together and he already misses his place between them. He savors his consolation prize when he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean until he’s devoured every last drop of you. He barely suppresses the urge to moan.
He needs to go, now, or he never will.
He slips back into the hidden passageway buried within the castle walls and becomes nothing but a shadow once more. He leaves no trace behind, except for the dregs of sleeping herbs in the bottom of your teacup.
This matchup is for @raven-tales I hope you enjoy it!
Congratulations, your close friend is Riddle Rosehearts!
As someone who is looking to try new things, I see you as a good fit to be friends with Riddle. Together the two of you will come to learn and experience something new each time. You don’t hold back when it comes to expressing yourself either which is a bonus for Riddle. This comes as a bonus as Riddle is naturally followed by those who actively express their true intent. Which is another thing you can look forward to from Riddle as he never hides his intentions.
Get ready with Neige // A Neige Leblanche playlist (Twisted Wonderland)
My love for Vil is the biggest however I can’t help but think Neige is so cute. I will do a playlist to get ready with Vil as well but I had to make that one. I can put it to make cute outfit >:)
I found this cute picrew and had to make my sillies with it!
The picrew can be found here!
Tagging: @windbornearchon @geminiiviolets @v-anrouge @authoruio @rosietrace @sakuramidnight15 @fumikomiyasaki @celiica @oseathepebble @bunnwich @twsted-princess + anyone else who sees this and wants to join!
THIS SIS SO ADORABKE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MYFOD HANK H SO MHCH FKR TAGGING ME
tagging; @theheavilyindulgentgoat @spade-spam @rouecentric @tulipluvlettr @pumin-spam @astiesgoldenberry @a-hollow-angel @heartsleybyul @jackiecronefield @kirans-wonderland @love-thanatopsis @cherrys-sweetness @booming-boom @4rr0g4nt-pr1nc3ss + anyone else that would like to join!! sorry if I forgot anyone or tagged anyone that doesn't feel comfortable w it!
I tried making me and Ruggie again. I won’t give up until I find a Picrew with ears like his! This is so cute thank you for the tag… Oh my goodness… Valentine’s Day…
Tags: @ruggiethethuggie @jackiecronefield @the-trinket-witch @raven-tales @yandere-kou @stygianoir + anyone else who wants to join!
-Give him any leeway to insert himself into your routine, and he'll snatch it up instantly. It gives him ample opportunity to corrupt you into his perfect little toy to plow and breed(or, to make you submissive and breedable if you can't actually get pregnant). You could be unknowledgable about sex, or just stubborn about just not wanting to fuck Volo- but he'll have his submissive Darling one way or another.
-Definitely the type to cross your boundaries until he finds a path to his goal. He'll "accidentally" get a little too close when hugging you (a greeting he only gives to you). Ignore the slight bucking of his hips, or the suspiciously hard bulge pressing into you. If you bring it up, he'll just brush it off...but secretly be delighted that you noticed how hard he is over you. Volo will slowly break you down until you're willingly letting him hold you in ways that anyone else would deem inappropriate. The way his hands drift down your arms is meant to comfort you, he claims, and Volo would never hurt you!
-He gets bolder, starting with resting a hand just above your ass when he hugs you. Your reaction will eventually become dampened the more he does it...and the more he shifts his hands down, the more you find yourself craving more. You have no idea where the thoughts are coming from. It kinda scares you- but Volo is there to reassure you that it's completely normal! Don't get so worked up over something so unimportant! Dont even pay attention to the way he drags his hands down to your thighs when you two are sitting together, you in his lap and pressed into his chest. It's completely normal behavior, after all.
-One day, he'll ask you to follow him somewhere. He won't tell you where you're going, just that "it's a surprise". When has Volo ever put you in danger? When you get to the suspiciously secluded place in the Coronet Highlands, Volo will pull you into a nicely furnished cavern deep within a complex tunnel system- all while distracting you with facts about your surroundings, as he does his best to keep you from memorizing the way out. When he finally, finally has you where he wants you, he pounces, hugging you to him and whispering about how much he's been waiting for this moment. By this time, you're so deep in need for him that every red flag that he's waving gets ignored. Volo's aggressive humping makes you into a panting mess under him; but he's been waiting far too long for this, and your clothes are starting to annoy him. You won't need them from now on...so surely, you won't mind if he tears them to shreds, right?
-Between looking for the Plates on his own, and keeping people from suspecting him of kidnapping you, he somehow always finds time to come back to you and fuck you silly. He's trained you so well...to the point that you're always eagerly awaiting him when he returns. He has you suck his cock while he works on "important things", things he tells you not to worry your pretty little head over. All you need to worry about is worshipping his dick; and you do, by doing an earnest job in deepthroating him while you fondle his balls, just for a small chance that he'll let you ride him after. Volo would gladly let you ride him...if you can earn it.
-Basically, by the time he's overtaken Arceus and become the new God of this world, you're his personal little sex toy; he's got you broken down into a completely loyal whore for him. This new world is made for him, and you of course. He'd be an awful husband and a worse God if he didn't spoil his significant other. Your past life is forgotten in favor of being Volo's ever-needy spouse- and he's never been happier.
Ruggie and the emo bitch he pulled by being funny.
Tags: @ruggiethethuggie @jackiecronefield @the-trinket-witch @societyslostone @raven-tales @fortunatelyburningaphrodisiac @stygianoir and everyone else can play too!
I’m invisible you can’t see me— but thank you for the tag love~
Tagging: @v-anrouge @the-dumber-scaramouche @bby-sparkler @hideousvoid @puminari @merotwst @a-hollow-angel @twstwonderlandstuff @demonichikikomori + any others that wish to play
Tag! I'm it! I couldn't really find a mullet option but this is pretty close!
Tags: @ruggiethethuggie @jackiecronefield @raven-tales @societyslostone @fortunatelyburningaphrodisiac @the-trinket-witch and everyone else can play too!
I am touch starved. I don't care if you help/give gifts to me or not if I love u just your presence is enough. I believe affection platonic or not should come with trust and unconditionally. I am a passive person. I may not interact with you but juts knowing that you're breathing is also enough for my heart to warm up.
I honestly love just… Existing in the same space with my partner. It’s like our souls are linking up. Even if we aren’t talking, just sharing the same room to do something, it’s such an amazing feeling to know they want to be so close to me. Even if we aren’t touching.
I’ve always been bad at physical touch for a very long time. So it’s like with quality time, there’s all this space around us and we’re in the same room… Maybe to try? Exposure therapy haha.
My love language to express myself is gift giving though. I love giving things as surprises. I’ve become the favorite around Xmas time y’know? Haha.
Tags: @ruggiethethuggie @jackiecronefield @v-anrouge @societyslostone @raven-tales @fortunatelyburningaphrodisiac @stygianoir and anyone and everyone can play too!
Thank you for always tagging me, it never fails to make me happy! ♡ I have actually done the test not so long ago! I was... surprised by how balanced it was then BOOM ... Physical touch doesn't exist GKEKZKA
I just want to spend good time with the people I like, to create good memories together. It's an essential for me. And it means that they like me enough to want to spend time with me which is the best way to prove your affection for me ♡ And I love to express my love towards very specific gifts!
@pastel-ghot-lolita go on cutie ♡ Anyone else is welcomed to do it as well!!
