Mew, I guess.

Oh hey, it’s J. My boi J. Good ol’, fun-to-tease J. Bercilak wondered what his friend was planning on this—

    —!!

“ J, AW GROSS ! THAT’S NOT NEARLY AS CUTE WHEN YOU’RE NOT IN CAT FORM!! Come here, you piece of shit, I need to give you motherfucking karma—!! KYECK—!! ”

And… now the demon was trying to grab J so he can lick his cheek back.

SO, he accepted it, like the little shit he was. “Ah… are we married now? This is… like marriage on my planet…” The alien was touching the cheek Berci had licked, looking starstruck. “I didn’t think you’d accept m-my offer…!”

Would anyone know that? Maybe, maybe not. Probably not. Would BERCILAK know that? DEFINITELYnot.

“ —eh? Eh??? ”

“ —wait, so you were PROPOSING to me?? ”

Call him dumb, but Bercilak didn’t pretend to know what J’s culture was like. Sue him for trying to be open-minded (or gullible. or just downright stupid, okay—)

“ THIS IS GOING TOO FAST, HOLY SHIT LET ME STEP BACK FOR A SEC—”

Oh hey, it’s J. My boi J. Good ol’, fun-to-tease J. Bercilak wondered what his friend was planning on this—

    —!!

“ J, AW GROSS ! THAT’S NOT NEARLY AS CUTE WHEN YOU’RE NOT IN CAT FORM!! Come here, you piece of shit, I need to give you motherfucking karma—!! KYECK—!! ”

And… now the demon was trying to grab J so he can lick his cheek back.

SO, he accepted it, like the little shit he was. "Ah... are we married now? This is... like marriage on my planet..." The alien was touching the cheek Berci had licked, looking starstruck. "I didn't think you'd accept m-my offer...!"

      Do you like demons?                Little shits?                      The Seven Deadly Sins?                                   Yes?? No??

     This is an indie fandomless/multifandom blog for a shit demon OC named Bercilak Cain, or just Berci for short. Please LIKE and/or REBLOG this post if you are interested in rping with an Envy Demon who:

sometimes possesses people to get free food

has an awful, scratchy voice and weird laugh

lives part-time in a cave

enjoys pissing off people for fun

“E-eep—!”

Karamatsu flinched, jumped back, then grumbled.

Then, he blinked, and paused.

—ah?

That actually… was kind of cute?

“E-eep—!”

Karamatsu flinched, jumped back, then grumbled.

“Y-you’re not sorry at all… h-how can I enjoy a kiss from a complete stranger who admitted themself that their only purpose in interaction was to irk me…?”

There was another startled noise, and Karamatsu moved to push the other’s hand away.

“E-eep—!”

Karamatsu flinched, jumped back, then grumbled.

“—!?!?”

Karamatsu jumped backwards, eyes blown wide. His hands flew to his face and immediately covered his nose, cheeks burning bright, bright red.

“E-eep—!”

Karamatsu flinched, jumped back, then grumbled.

“Wh-what—?! I-I’m not—!” Karamatsu squeaked.

Whoa. Too many squeaky noises. Karamatsu took a moment to step back, and try to recompose himself. Unfortunately, the red on his face didn’t go away.

“E-eep—!”

Karamatsu flinched, jumped back, then grumbled.

shoutout to people with ocs who have them go through a million changed names and a million changed backstories, and still don’t feel like they’re up to the developmental standards that they should be…but they’re still loved by you regardless. shout out to people with ocs who want to share them with others, but are too anxious to tell information about them out of fear of judgment or laughter. And shout out to these same people who’re obviously adoring their creations but feel scared as shit to express the love out of your friend’s potential annoyance. shout out to people who make their ocs align with themselves in surname or quirks or just giving them those softer, hidden traits that also make you, you. to the peeps who feel so disappointed with their creations because again, they don’t feel good enough or accurate enough compared to other ocs. Nothing is perfect on the first draft, but they’re getting closer to perfected imperfection. to the creators who will write paragraphs about those brain children, paragraphs and concepts that have been building up for months only to be greeted with no response or simple replies such as, ‘oh.’ or to people who actually pay attention to them, and ask the BIG QUESTIONS and you’re just internally screaming and have to put on this cool act. shout out to people who spend hours thinking about how they sound like. (listening to voice clips for HOURS just thinking about your characters) What songs can apply to their personality and lifestyle…how they apply to them specifically.  shout out to big-brained creators who have a hundred and one characters and are greeted with, ‘isn’t that enough?’ when you talk about the concept of making a new one. If shows can have a vast cast of more than a ten to twenty characters, you can have your own vast cast too.  this post is just for people who feel so uneasy being so deeply involved and enthused in their creations. as if, there should be a limit on this type of love.  fandom ocs get stepped over and judged on sight, non-fandom ocs really get stepped over. But all that work and construction is valid and shows in your explanatory essay of their favorite genre. 

❝ I don’t need friends… because I have all of you.❞

Independent Rp Blog for Ichimatsu Matsuno from Osomatsu-san