#;devilian script

Send me a ‘👐’ to have my muse draw yours.

Bluey McBoneface wants a picture now? Oh great... Where does he even start with that hair? Fuck it--

Send one of the following and I will write a starter where:

😱 - my muse is scared

Everything needed to sleep eventually, and Hank was no exception. It hadn't taken Kew long to figure out that sleep wasn't something they shared-- Hank would drift off, and Kew would stay awake, in darkness. Just like he had his eyes closed... taking control and opening them felt easy. It wasn't like a rough, forceful shift like it had been the first time. Maybe human souls naturally 'shift back' when they go to sleep? Kew wasn't sure what the reason was, but he couldn't help but take advantage of it!

The first night, it had only been a few minutes. Stalking around the room quietly, in fear of Hank waking up at the slightest sound. The next few nights, he'd gotten more bold, eventually walking out of the bedroom entirely. He hadn't gotten a chance to really explore Hank's home, so this was a golden opportunity! ... Not that he really knew what anything was. The green things in pots looked like... plants, which seemed weird. He thought those belonged outside. Did Hank dig a small one up and take it with him? More interesting was the large storage thing that took up a lot of one living-room wall. It was made of cubes, many of them filled with... uh, random shit. The center compartment had a metal idol of some kind, a photograph of a bunch of people, and... a weapon? It looks like the broken blade of a spikey sword, without a hilt. Did Hank kill a guy and take his sword as a trophy? Badass, if unimpressive since Hank wielded a gun, and swords are for losers. Most of the storage unit's other compartments were filled with books, though. Kew grabbed a random one, flicking through it. Hrmph... no pictures. Shoulda guessed he wouldn't get lucky. He grabbed a few others, with similar results. If only he could read any of this shit...

... Hey, wouldn't it be funny if he wrote something in one of these books?

Now that's an idea. There's no way Hank regularly read all this shit, that’d take forever! He wouldn't find out for... ever, probably! He'd never know! And Kew knows Hank has some pens in his desk. Taking the book, Kew walked over to Hank's desk and dug around in the drawers until he found a pen. Now he just had to think of something to draw... Kew flipped to a random page and removed the pen cap with his mouth, holding it in his teeth...

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Send me a ‘👐’ to have my muse draw yours.

Kew grabs his pencil and notebook, chewing on the eraser end for a moment. “... Alright, hold still for a sec.”

It doesn’t take long before he unveils his masterpiece.