Oc stimboard collection: Akuma Yume from DOUKE THEATER!
im gonna start tagging @v0idsp3rson just because they have a interest in my ocs and she's also a AMAZING gf!!! Akuma Yume is a succubus who feeds off of sleeping men in dreams. they also use they/them! they're probably one of my fav ocs from DOUKE THEATER,,, which is weird because a lot of the first series characters are one that I really like! they're also a bi gaybian! (@boba-foxy PSPSPS COME HERE SILLY PSPSPS)
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one time I was cooking at my friends' house and like they were two dudes on their early 20s so their life was a wreck and they only had very limited kitchenware that I don't think was used almost ever before I cooked a few times and I was like where the fuck is that glass container y'all have and my friend was like "oh shit sorry I was using it to breed recluse bc they can't climb the sides" and I was like
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Bittybones Chapter 5: Adding to the Bitty Brigade (Brassberry 6)
WARNING: While this chapter is SFW, there is some talk about spiders. If you have arachnophobia or are creeped out/disgusted by spiders, you may want to avoid this chapter.
I’d adopted my Brassberry bittybones a few weeks before I picked up the rest of the bitty bunch for a good reason- he needed to learn to get along with Red. I thought bringing them to work with me might help. Instead of receiving a flat rate for placing employees, I took a percentage of wages. Going on hiatus when I needed some down time didn’t affect my business much, but I couldn’t just stay away forever. Red and Brassy started the workday fighting over who got to ride where on the way over. I ended up with two bittybones aggressively pulling on my hair as they squabbled for the best position on my shoulder.
I knew better than to expect exemplary behavior, but I at least expected not-a-disaster. Whenever Red was involved with something, however, disaster seemed inevitable.
Things started well. I’d received several excellent resumes recently, and I prepared to conduct one-on-one interviews with the applicants in my office today. I set my little troublemakers down on the desk to play (or fight) while I worked, with instructions to keep yelling, swearing, and hitting to the minimum that they could manage. It turned out to still be quite a bit. Red resorted to his usual tactic of throwing, kicking, and even headbutting every item within his reach onto the floor. My sweet Brassy Bean, at the office for the first time, dutifully climbed down from the desk using the drawer handles and retrieved as many items as he could carry.
I diffused the situation by pulling a bag of fresh jellybeans out of my purse and putting them in the candy dish which Red hadn’t yet knocked off of my desk. “Moderation,” I warned Red, recalling a previous incident that involved jellybeans, overindulgence, and bittybones vomit. He waved me off, and he and Brassy settled in, digging around in the candy dish for their favorite flavors. While they were distracted, I called in an applicant for her interview.
“Miss Santiago? Please have a seat.” She did, only glancing briefly at the two bittys who appeared to be tussling over a jellybean that neither one of them particularly cared for the flavor of. “You have a stellar resume. We just to complete a basic personality and preference chart so that you can be placed with a compatible employer.” She beamed and opened her mouth to speak when a small quavering voice interrupted her.
“Momma, can I have a jellybean?” I focused on her more closely and noticed a Cherry bitty eyeing my candy dish from behind my client’s neck. Miss Santiago blushed brightly and began to explain herself.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t normally bring him to work interviews, but he had a panic attack earlier... I didn’t think I should leave him-”
“I’ll add that you need a bittybones friendly work environment to your folder,” I interrupted her, dismissing her explanations with a friendly smile. “And he’s more than welcome to the jellybeans,” I added, giving my own bittybones a look that clearly stated they were going to share nicely or else.
“Friendly means no spiders, right momma?” the Cherry bitty asked his owner anxiously as she placed him on my desk.
“No spiders,” I reassured him as he shyly approached the candy dish. Bless his tiny, nonexistent heart, Brassy crouched down and extended a welcoming arm to the Cherry.
“C’mere. I’ll help ya find your favorite kind.” The Cherry reached up and held Brassy’s hand while he perused the selection.
“We have a Brassberry at home. He’s my big brother,” the small bitty babbled. “Brassberries are the best!” Brassy’s face flushed teal, but Red glared meanly at the two of them. I guessed he felt jealous that the Cherry went straight to Brassy and ignored him. He’d seemed to like Ben’s Cherry after all; maybe he liked the more timid version of himself. Once I’d convinced myself that the three bittys could coexist without a war breaking out, I returned to my interview.
I asked questions, and Miss Santiago (whose first name was Yasmina) answered them. I typed each answer into her applicant file to cross-reference with potential employers later. Yasmina and I were discussing communication styles for the personality portion of the file when my attention wandered back to the bittys. I swear I heard Red say something about spiders, so I listened intently. Sure enough:
“I just said the average person swallows eight spiders a year in their sleep. Some people swallow more.” Red chuckled darkly, and I saw the poor Cherry bitty clinging to Brassy, his jaw quivering as he belligerently denied it.
“N-n-no they don’t!” Cherry stammered, sounding unconvinced. Yasmina’s voice trailed off as she realized what was going on.
“Red!” Brassy and I both scolded, but my wicked little bitty wouldn’t be stopped.
“And if ya don’t swallow ‘em, sometimes they lay their eggs in your eyes. You feel something funny like a bit of dust, and when you go to rub your eye... splat! spiders everywhere....” I slammed my fist down on the desk as Cherry wailed in terror, pushing Brassy away and running blindly towards his owner.
“That. Is. Enough,” I bellowed, rising from my chair. Yasmina scooped up her hysterical bitty, grabbed her purse, and hurried for the door.
“We can reschedule,” I offered weakly. She gave my bittys a glare of intense disgust, which was understandable considering my bitty had probably emotionally scarred hers for life. I doubted he’d be sleeping anytime soon.
“That won’t be necessary,” she responded icily. She didn’t slam the door behind her, instead pulling it firmly shut. A noisy act of anger had been turned into the sharp click of utter and irredeemable disappointment, as if she closed the door not for us, but to protect the rest of the world from being in our presence. Ouch. I whirled on Red, but Brassy was already berating him.
“This is why your other owners returned you!” he spat at Red, who looked pissed off and ready to brawl. My candy bowl shattered as Red hurled it at Brassy, spilling glass shards and brightly colored candies across the desk when he easily dodged the awkward throw. Brassy’s next words shocked me. “You make the world a worse place by being in it!” Silence dropped on the room like an atom bomb into the vacuum of words that could never be unsaid, never be unheard, and sadly, never be untrue.
We went home in silence. We ate dinner in silence. We laid awake that night in our three separate worlds in silence. There are just some things an apology can’t cover. It’s going to be a rough few weeks.
