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𓉸ྀི꒱ · Ｓａｌｌｙ 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓓𝓪𝔀𝓷. ּ ֶָ֢.

Tonight you belong to Me

Then I ended up made like several drawings that came outta my brain rn-

So here it is!

Also yeah, Wormwood got me after hearing Oogie Boogie song (Imma take mr Boogie as inspired to make Silvanus W.)

Funfact: He's a wooden puppet since he based on a spooky scary tree that's all.

So see ya, I'm going back to bed!

I'd like to order "Boom! Landmine Takoyaki" from Maid Sam! .

He'll probably arrive with his confident, merchant-seller smile. Then customer said: "Finally, you changed out of your everyday work clothes... but for a maid outfit, bro?? You look so cute!! 🎀🎀💅💅".

Maid Sam hadn't even reached the table and the customer was already teasing him.

Thank you very much!!!

His lips twitch ever so slightly, a sheepish smile slipping across his face.

“That’s nice of you to say, dear imp- ah, it’s not imp right now, hm?”

Leaning closer towards you, you felt a warmth press into the curve of your cheek, Sam’s broad palm cupping your face delicately before he hums:

“It’s Master imp right now, isn’t it?”

Heart racing, you stare straight into his eyes, before holding up a rather shaky thumbs up. Sam only laughs at your reaction, before backing off in one smooth motion.

Fanning yourself dramatically, you chirp out how good Sam was at fan service.

“Man, you really had my heart racing there! Do they give special training to the maids before the cafe opens?”

Grinning away, you rest your chin on the back of your palms.

“I’ll think that no one could have bested Crowley, but your flirting really takes the cake!”

Sam’s face freezes for a second when you mentioned Crowley, a frown slipping across his features, before they relaxed again. A split second, a slip of the mask. Gulping silently, you unconsciously shift backwards a little.

It felt like you stared the abyss straight into the eye, and it stared right back at you, challenging you. Shadows waxed and waned under Sam’s feet, creeping up the table cloth, snaking around your ankles…

Before they withdrawal, resuming their natural positions.

“Crowley, huh? Well, I shouldn’t really be bad-mouthing my employer here!”

Sticking out his foot, Sam hooks the leg of a chair before yanking it out in a fluid motion, seating himself right opposite you. Grinning away, although that smile had a certain sinister edge to it now.

Reaching out, he curls a strand of your hair around his fingers, rubbing it tenderly.

“It’s a pity I didn’t get to you first, then.”

Before he brings it up towards his lips, planting a rather tender kiss into your loose locks of hair.

I was given one scrape of free time in this hellish schedule, now here's the gang

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