"Looks like we’re going to need some old fashoined discipline. Did your father never teach you well brat?" The Demon king takes the cigar from his lips and pats his lap for the anon to climb into. "Come, let daddy Maxwell teach you to behave." Once in his lap, Maxwell pushes on the anons lower back and head, and jerks his knee up violently snapping the anonymous’s spine over his knee, chuckling happily.

Anonymous asked: please fuck my hot butt

"Creatures like you don’t deserve for me to sodomize with you. You make demands from the king yet you don’t even offer. Try again with another worthless slob like you."

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The King sat idly in his chair, his much more comforted chair that was. Not the damned throne which made him ache till he was numb. That was another story though entirely and something we won’t touch on now, there was more important things at hand. Starvers. Starvers that had come to seek the demonic king out himself, what an odd occasion this was and quite rare for anybody to find his home within the survivor’s world. It existed merely because Maxwell was bored and mostly preferred to exist outside of his actual body for as long as he could..

Sitting alone with a fireplace to his right, roaring without any sort of  fuel needed, it was almost a torment to see that this man could have what he wanted and not have to fight for it, like his pawns. Speaking of which this was where he played chess. Sitting quietly, one leg hooked over his other and a cigar in his mouth as he materializes chess pieces on the chess table sitting in front of him. And a creaky wooden stool for his uninvited guest. Putting the cigar to his lips and taking a drag as he spoke looking over to the doorway, where they stood.
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*Standing in the doorway with a spear in his hand, Wilson looked over at Maxwell*
Dim?
Humpf! As if.
I’m here to get revenge for what you have done to me.
All these days of torture you bestowed upon me are unforgivable.
A year… A whole YEAR I’ve had to endure in this hellhole!
*Wilson stepped closer, pointing his spear towards Maxwell*
You ruined me!
You broke my mind, you ruined my handsome body.
My whole body, it’s full of scars from the attacks of your pets!
I bet you saw it all happen, I bet you were laughing at me.
*Wilson poked Maxwell’s side with the point of his spear*
But I’m not here to tell you about my miserable life on this island, I’m here to fight you!

The Demon rolled his eyes till he could feel the strain on the back of his sockets.He really should of expected such a reaction, why could people not be civil these days? Honestly? Here he was traipsing his dirty feet on his nice carpet, beard hairs falling about the place. Ugh how disgusting. However the demon didn’t stop the man’s speech he let him keep going, not even flinching as his spear was pointed at him. Eyes only looking over to the fire for a short moment before back to Wilson seeing he was at his side with that rather pointy looking spear. How charming, ugh he smelt like pig feces. The man needed a bath and stat. Wait, what was he saying again? Maxwell had zoned out and only heard parts of it as he took a drag, before the spear came towards him and as soon as it came in contact with him.

Black out. The roaring fire went out and the candles in the room, complete darkness, only a deep and heavy breathing as a gloved finger poked Wilson’s right shoulder.

Missed me, Wilson P Higgsbury.”

A cackle came from behind him as a shadow hand wrapped around the scientist’s ankle and yanked him up in the air, the lights came back on letting Wilson dangle like a chandelier. “You do make such a great centre piece, Pal" The Demon pops from the floor in a puff of smoke, looking up at the suspended man.

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The King sat idly in his chair, his much more comforted chair that was. Not the damned throne which made him ache till he was numb. That was another story though entirely and something we won’t touch on now, there was more important things at hand. Starvers. Starvers that had come to seek the demonic king out himself, what an odd occasion this was and quite rare for anybody to find his home within the survivor’s world. It existed merely because Maxwell was bored and mostly preferred to exist outside of his actual body for as long as he could..

Sitting alone with a fireplace to his right, roaring without any sort of  fuel needed, it was almost a torment to see that this man could have what he wanted and not have to fight for it, like his pawns. Speaking of which this was where he played chess. Sitting quietly, one leg hooked over his other and a cigar in his mouth as he materializes chess pieces on the chess table sitting in front of him. And a creaky wooden stool for his uninvited guest. Putting the cigar to his lips and taking a drag as he spoke looking over to the doorway, where they stood.

Anonymous asked: on a scale of 1 to like, Ru Paul how much do you adore fur

"Heh.." The demon chuckles shaking his head and taking a drag of his cigar. "If only I knew who Ru Paul was, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t get your cultural reference. Though let’s just go with a 10, hm?"

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The King sat idly in his chair, his much more comforted chair that was. Not the damned throne which made him ache till he was numb. That was another story though entirely and something we won’t touch on now, there was more important things at hand. Starvers. Starvers that had come to seek the demonic king out himself, what an odd occasion this was and quite rare for anybody to find his home within the survivor’s world. It existed merely because Maxwell was bored and mostly preferred to exist outside of his actual body for as long as he could..

Sitting alone with a fireplace to his right, roaring without any sort of  fuel needed, it was almost a torment to see that this man could have what he wanted and not have to fight for it, like his pawns. Speaking of which this was where he played chess. Sitting quietly, one leg hooked over his other and a cigar in his mouth as he materializes chess pieces on the chess table sitting in front of him. And a creaky wooden stool for his uninvited guest. Putting the cigar to his lips and taking a drag as he spoke looking over to the doorway, where they stood.

((I promise I won’t post rp stuff in the tag again, I just had a lot of new followers and this was in case anybody missed it))

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 Don't Starve - Wilson and Maxwell