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NOPE!

Her ass is just daintily bounding away with a spring in her step. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!

#'no one's put a ring on me what makes you think u can just put a bell on me? just bc ur the king? nah-uh sir.'#'SEE YOU NEXT WEEK. O)'#(( wheEEZE ))#(( sorry for the literal pain she grants u man. she's not of this world. ))#xluciifer.#[ niffty; ic. ]#[ dash commentary. ]#chewsday.

definitely not late chewsday / accepting on tuesdays.

@diistortion sent ── Alastor's just going to give him a friendly little nip on the neck and a smirk for Chewsday :p

zestial supposes he should've known he was within striking range by sitting down , making himself a prime target. ( not that he isn't positive alastor would find a way to reach him all the same. ) this silly little holiday in hell had seemingly effected all the residents in different ways. he was starting to suspect wearing armor might be warranted , perhaps some kind of chain-mail ? what happened to healthy fear ?

but it's not the sharp anticipated pain of pointed teeth he feels , instead it's a soft little nip. zestial turns his head to see the smirk plastered across the demon's face , " art thou proud of thyself ? "

#diistortion #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox.#chewsday.

@xluciifer asked: don't mind him, he's biting your wrist 😌

Wintry feathers puff and flare, the Goetia suddenly run rigid as the King, of all the damned, had to be the one to bite her directly right on the wrist. The lines of her beak draw stretched, and the feathers over her cheeks run the quietest shade of pink with the widening of her eyes.

Anyone else she would have frozen solid, trapped them in a block of ice. The top of the monarchy, however, she is utterly powerless against and can do little else but accept the random act of .. jovial assault.

The last time he had done this, he had taken her by total and complete surprise - it was much more barbaric. Why did it have to be the wrist this time. Why. Of all the places he could have bit. Stella draws in a sharp breath, frost crackling as it branched out beneath her skirt and fanned out across the ground.

"Your majesty.."

Breathe. Compose.

"Might I ask you to let go of me, please? I am hardly fit for this sort of sport you engage with every week."

#xluciifer #[ stella; ic. ]#(( you flustered her and she Hates That(tm) :) l o l ))#chewsday.#[ asks. ]

THAT CHEATING WITCH.

#(( GOING TO POUT ))#xluciifer.#[ dash commentary. ]#[ niffty; ic. ]#chewsday.

@damnedrainbows asked:

Fangs pierce into the little tick’s flesh, Roo’s nails just as unforgiving into her shoulder as she pierces through into her collarbone . A substantial bite wound, but she doesn’t want to kill her quite yet. She wants to savor her screams. “The fawn and kitty cat’s little cub. I wonder, will you scream just as loudly as your father? Perhaps we should also get the kitty cat to compare…”

A spray of red, orange, and yellow comes bursting from the maid's injuries, and a hot, colorful plume of gas frothing along with it like steam. Roo bit right past the strawberry-blooded surface that Niffty considered to be fun and went right for the jugular, triggering the demon's deeper physiological defense system that lied beneath the veins. A foul smell and a foul taste immediately floods the Mother of Humanity, filling her nose and lungs with the exceedingly putrid odor and taste that just keeps getting worse the longer she hangs on - but, as old as she is, as wicked as she is, would it really make any difference? Would it really bother her?

The scream Niffty lets out is high-pitched and piercing, and boosted by a choir of vibrating, chittering wails within it comparable to cicadas. It's very loud, it's very noisy, and with anyone else it would be deafening and liable to do actual hearing damage.

The much older woman has a strong grip on Niffty, one that she doesn't have a chance in, well, Hell to fight against, but she does anyways; legs skittering at the air and hands clawing at that pale face, her entire body kicking into quick motion, exactly like a pinned and helpless insect. "You candy-ass loser! Get OFF!"

Niffty's not getting down. Niffty can't. Her apron is starting to run stained with her own multi-colored blood.

#ow :'(#damnedrainbows #damnedrainbows; roo.#[ niffty; ic. ]#[ asks. ]#chewsday.#(( how I am /laughing/ tho bc I was planning to throw niffty at roo for chewsday too when I got up.#she's just buckling down now. ))

@fearedelight asked: It is chewsday again, and Sir Pentious has made his presence known to Niffty. No sneaking up on her, this time, he just scoops her up in one arm. With his free hand, he grabs one of her smaller hands and gently nips the back of it... well, it maaay have been more of a kiss to the back of the hand, but he quickly added a little nip at the end!! // 😘

She was waiting. Niffy had immediately set into the hopes that Sir Pentious would keep up with their new arrangement (how fun! they have an arrangement!) and kept her eye out on the look for him all day, and when she finally sees him, approaching her as he would any other day, she runs up to him with a happy squeak. "You're here!" She squeals, and practically bounces into his reaching arm the moment it extended to her.

Excited! She's excited! She's vibrating in his hold, waiting for the bite as her hand wraps around his own, and she giggles when it finally happens -- just to find that her heart skips a beat. Th-thmp. Th-thmp. When she realizes his lips are pressed more to her skin than that sharp set of teeth. The nip is there, but the press.

Niffty's face feels hot, her hair fluffing. It's such a small thing, it's so subtle, isn't it? But her heart, romantic as it is, obsessed with the little affections as it is, notices it. Of all the people he had to try and sneak a kiss with, it had to be the one who is freakishly observant and notices these things quite immediately.

Niffty blushes. She blushes a lot, her vibrations only picking up in frequency as her eye goes wide in looking at the scientist, a bright shine to the iris and pupil. She doesn't even blink, not for a while.. But, she does spill into giggles finally. Soft giggles, her other hand pressing to her lips.

"See, that's another reason why I'm surprised you don't have a wife." Her hands both go up and squish his face, mushing them to where his lips puff like a fish. "You'd make any girl go mad with techniques like that." Especially in Hell where such manners can be scarcely found, and always highly appreciated. He's a literal diamond in the rough.

Niffty's not washing that hand for the rest of the night. And tomorrow, too. Hand sanitizer on the palm and gloves only.

#fearedelight #fearedelight; sir pentious.#[ niffty; ic. ]#[ niffty; &sir pentious. tighten your tie boy ; you're something to die for. ]#chewsday.#(( :)c ))#(( she's a romantic sir pentious... and she's a stalker. she will always notice these things. :) ))#[ asks. ]

@angelic-stiletto-pointe said: "Live a little, mother."

"Hija, I am plenty alive. I don't need to indulge in the baser, feral desire of biting other demons to sustain my entertainment." She gives a little sassy shrug.

#(( hi curio :] !!! sorry our first interacting is mom being a stick in the mud ))#angelicstilettopointe #[ carmilla; ic. ]#chewsday.