Mar 11
Some Beast Wars doodles :>
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Some Beast Wars doodles :>
Sleepy, sleepy boy!
Meow meow bby
I wanna share my new SON!!!! Meet Mochi! He's just a lil fella 🥹🥹🥹
The pitiful...they all just need me...
... doodled this months ago, decided to post it now... heh
i need to buy this lil guy right now. like this instant.
I HAVE ACQUIRED THE BOY
Bonus:
Blorbo from my spycam baby edition
...How would Douma handle a lustful follower?.... (little one shot thing by me)
Note: uhhh hi this is my first time posting fanfiction on here... I hope y'all enjoy my interpretation of Douma... GAHHHSJSJ 🫡
It's just any other day at the Eternal Paradise Faith.
Followers left and right crying and venting out their troubles and sorrows, wailing and flailing their arms as they end up bowing to the floor. Right infront of their gracious lord and saviour, who was watching them, a sympathetic yet detached, unbothered look in his bright rainbow eyes. He automatically comforted each and every one of them, with unwavering patience and sweetness, giving them his advice they need the most. Although none of this moved him within, it all feels like nothing, just a simple mundane duty.
No hard feelings.
It was like this everyday.
The next morning, there was barely anyone than the usual. As Douma read a few pages of written scrolls mindlessly with his usual soft smile on his face, softly humming a sweet tune, the quiet of the room was lightly cracked when his servant politely knocked on the door before sliding it open.
"Lord Founder... we have one today." Douma quickly glances at his servant, offering his sweet, unbothered smile.
"Oh! Sure thing, please let them in if you will." he politely says, never ceasing his smile.
His servant bows politely, not saying a word and gently ushers the person in.
A woman.
Upon the sight of Douma, she stifled some giggles as she makes her way infront of him. As she did so, Douma with his usual calm and easy-going demeanour took one full scan of the woman. This one was different however, unlike all the women who came into his temple, this one had an unfamiliar, unrecognizable aura with her. He wondered what it was though, from the way she looked straight at him, her pupils wide as she gently bit her finger, stifling her never-ending giggles.
"Welcome there, I'm the Eternal Paradise founder. How may I help you today, dear follower?" taking his crown off and lightly dipping his head, as he says his usual line with that easy-going chirp in his tone.
She giggled again, eyeing him ludicrously–with a hint of something he doesn't really know yet. It was piercing though.
"Oh, hmm? Is that so?" she says softly with her giggles, gently biting her finger as she fidgets with her kimono.
"Eternal Paradise... quite the name, don't you think?" she continued off, making her way to kneel infront of him, never ceasing her piercing eye contact with him.
Douma chuckles softly, not quite sure what she was implying. This sure is the Eternal Paradise, right here inside the temple!
He still maintains his sweet, unbothered smile as he adjusts himself on his beanbag chair.
"Yes! That's right, so... what's with the look? Is there anything bothering you, dear follower?" he says in his signature soft, chirpy tone, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand.
She giggled again, sighing delightfully right after.
"Mr. Founder... will you help me with more private things? I think I can trust you with that don't you think?" she says, giving him a sultry look.
To Douma, he couldn't make out what she implies nor with that striking gaze of hers presents. He knew he'd easily diagnose a solution for someone right off the bat, but the way she expressed herself wasn't the typical. How interesting. He thought she looked quite pretty with that look on her. However he remained unaffected. Perhaps "private things" can simply mean confessing over guilt, sadness, or resentment.
"Private things? Ahahaha!–I'm not quite sure what you mean with that... you’re quite pretty too I must say!" he chirped, his soft voice drifting off to an easy-going, nonchalant laugh.
"I think we should spend day and night together... in your private quarters perhaps, hmm?" the woman purrs, trailing a hand to her chest and torso.
Douma watches, still dazed by such a request. He wasn't upset. But why...out of all places? The Eternal Paradise Faith? Where people come sobbing and venting about life's downfalls. But to request him to sleep with her? Things like that just don't align with his purpose here. He didn't feel any of her suggestive, veiled words taint his unbothered sweet smile nor state of mind one bit. Instead, he found her pathetically, miserably foolish for such desires, things he just couldn't grasp the motive on. It was just all nothing to him. Just the usual inherited ridiculousness of humans.
"Ah... hmm. Is there something else I can do? I'm afraid I don't offer services like that. Perhaps you can find an oiran or mere prostitute?" he inquires politely, his posture and expression remaining indifferent in the tense, awkward moment. The idea of that, being directly consulted to him, was something so unusual, like a rare moment of error in the Eternal Paradise, he reflected as he decided to pity the poor thing—she could've easily just searched for one. Desires like that, were only made to override someone's ability to think functionally. It must be so sad.
The woman pouts playfully as well as scoffing at his polite yet cold response.
"Oh, Mr. Founder... I do not care about them. All I want is..." her eyelids droop, and her cheeks flush, oozing her pure sultriness as she takes her pause to eye him wantonly, biting her lip as her eyes wandered from his broad shoulders to the bottom of his waist like a lustful, carnal predator.
"You..." trailing the last word like the ending of a soft ballad.
Douma however, even as he observed her odd gestures simply didn't feel the commotion within her, so he instead just found it pathetic, but deserving of his help anyway; knowing he couldn't just leave someone like that to suffer, wondering what else she would say as his sweet unbothered smile remained.
"Aww. That's so cute..."
He trails off as he slowly stands up from his beanbag chair, fluttering down infront of the woman who was becoming into a flustered, blushing mess, seemingly satisfied that he came closer, excited what's to come next.
Douma's sweet unbothered smile however remains, and as the woman took in the sight of him, deep within, something about his sweet unbothered smile seemed.... eerie. As throughout the entire interaction, that smile of his clearly remained right on his face, no matter how suggestive she tries to be. Something feels very off, but she remained in her place, thinking he was attempting to entice her as well.
"Hm. How odd. I never really met a follower like you before telling me things I never heard nor thought about. It's so amusing... ahaha!" he chirps, a hint of easy-going mockery in his tone as he adjusts his cloak, pausing to think.
"But... I just feel so sorry that no one, not even me can help or understand that burning commotion you feel inside. It must be so difficult, hmm?" his sugar-coated, condescending words travelled its way to her ears as he gently takes her hands into his own. Her eyes slowly become wide with sudden fear and annoyance as he ventures a little closer, almost as if he's pulling her into a hug, but before she can protest or let go...
With a gentle yet strong tug, Douma automatically pulls her into a hug, thinking he would soothe and ease her from her pathetic state, as she struggles from his grasp.
"Aw...there, there, you poor thing..." he softly murmurs in a lullaby-like yet patronizing tone, his strong arms gently wrapping around her back so she wouldn't escape him, to the seemingly unfair world he believes this woman happens to be from.
"This world... is so unfair, huh? No one there to help you... but me... but please don't worry, as the founder of the Eternal Paradise faith, I will grant you peace from your overlooked misery and desire..."
The woman tried freeing herself from his tight grasp, even desperately calling for any of the servants nearby, but he gently hushed her cries, rubbing soft circles on her back.
"Aw, don't you worry, my dear... everything... will be fine..." he trails off, as if he were singing a sweet lullaby, discreetly unleashing his blood demon technique, preparing to rescue her.
"You won't have to feel anything difficult nor think of ridiculous things no more... because I'll grant you true peace and happiness, through me."
And with that, his blood demon technique rapidly strikes her, her muffled wails abruptly becoming dead silent as his body takes in her woeful, fresh corpse. Before all of the woman is completely absorbed, he gives her one last gentle pat to her back, as if assuring for her safety.
For a few seconds all was silent, as Douma reflected, with an air of usual detachment, upon this strange yet amusing interaction.
"How miserable..."
He sat there for a moment, patting his belly, where the woman disappeared into him.
"I'm sure she is truly happy now..."
He sighs in an easy-going, relaxed manner, making his way to his beanbag chair, fluttering down as he rests both of his elbows on his knees, staring into the ceiling.
""Humans...such pitiful, lost things. They just need a sweet kind-hearted guy like me to help them out..."
The end.