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ATTENTION, TKDB FANDOM!

I'm hosting a Secret Santa for Tokyo Debunker!

Here is the link! There's an explanation of things, rules, and more info. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask at the bottom of the form

Reblogs to reach more ppl is super appreciated!

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Announcement:

Potential Upcoming Obey Me Collab/Events!!

This account isn't dead, just very stagnant, and to try to start coming back to it and writing, I would like to suggest a couple ideas I wanted to do for the OM/NB fandoms.

1) Secret Santa🎅🏻

These events are fun (even though I only joined one) and optimal instead of doing deadline strict collabs. If reception and participation is enough, the moment the server for the event would be made is when Secret Santa🎅🏻would start and, hopefully, 4 months would be enough time between school, work, and upcoming holidays to finish the presents.

Presents would be gifted on a specific day closer to Christmas, but the time to start working on them would be as soon as you would be given a prompt/suggestion/pairing

2) A Merry Christmas/New Year Event🎄/🥂

Just a little fun collab between Christmas and New Year to celebrate MCs and the Obey Me characters. Honestly, though, since Secret Santa🎅🏻 and this idea are so similar, it would most likely be one server with two itineraries. If people didn't want to participate in gift giving, then they could just make something else festive during winter time!

3) A Marriage/Celebration Collab for the New App 💒

Yeah, the new app will be based around marriage and stuff, but some couples never get married or are squicked at the idea and still stay together. So, it wouldn't just be about getting married but celebrating the ships and couples (monogamous or poly) between OC/MCs and Obey Me characters (not including Luke).

Simple hangouts, dates, spending quality time alone, celebrating anniversaries, gift giving, getting ready for marriage, at the altar, eating cake, etc etc for prompt ideas as long as it stays under the umbrella for the main idea

No birthday collabs unless a character is really wanted, but I feel like reception is a little low for a whole collaboration. The collabs wouldn't really have strict deadlines or anything, except for the SS🎅🏻 and holiday ones, but even then I like giving extra time past the actual days meant for the events to help with extensions

I've missed hosting events and with the excitement of the new app coming some time soon, I thought I could take the opportunity to offer the fandom something fun to come together to do because IRL shit has been a lot and stressful, and we need to decompress

Let me see reception with likes and/or comments. I might make a thing for actual reception (google form application) and possible participation a little later, but, for now, that's all!

Thanks for reading! 🙂‍↕️

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My Opinions on Approaching Ren Shiranami as a Person

Ren is a disinterested, self-preserving kinda guy that intentionally isolates himself yet doesn't dislike certain company. He hates chores and work that doesn't benefit him (tasks given to him by being assigned to Jabberwock and by Haru versus working at the diner), he's kind of a jerk, self-centered, rude, a bit off-putting, and he'll make it obvious he doesn't want you around. He has a focus on wanting to be alone to enjoy his hobbies, and he enjoys doing it on his own.

Tbh, that completely makes sense for his age bracket (assuming 19-21), and that's not even considering his feelings about the situation of what he is now and the position and environment that has put him in.

Being older than 25, I can see a lot of what myself used to be like within Ren as a written character in their early adulthood and what qualities I still have. That's probably why he feels like one of the more realistic characters to me, and I'm drawn to the grumpy gamer. He acts like how I used to: disinterested, bothered by the requests and demands given to me that consumed my time, angry, annoyed, disturbed when people got in my bubble, wanting to be on my own to enjoy my interests. Hell, even the picture of him in his pajamas is very similar to how I used to sleep with a favorite jacket on until I just kinda stopped. He also enjoys ramen, but I really only ate Maruchan chicken flavors.

Playing as the MC in the game, you see how she eventually kinda starts befriending Ren in her own way, but this post is more about my opinion on him as a person and how I'd approach him based on our similarities.

It's very clear Ren has a hard exterior to get through, and it's even harder to try to look past his off-putting and rude looks and comments when you walk into his space (based on certain reactions on Reddit, which is fair). Part of the work is the consistency of trying and working through his attitude and indifference, while also not putting him off on your company when you do. Being overbearing and constantly trying to talk him up and essentially being too near him will put up more distance and difficulties.

Ren is like a cat.

You have to be slow and routine with your appearances, keep a bit of distance while showing a calm level of interest, light eye contact, don't be overbearing or too excited.

Ren is into mobile games and horror movies, mostly B-rated ones. We, as fans, know this, and that makes the assumptions easier as the MC how to dialogue our way with Ren, but if he was real, then of course we wouldn't know that information from an omnipotent POV. We would have to learn about it through the little interactions we see and have with him, remember comments he makes about a movie he might be anticipating or remembering what game he has on his phone that we might be able to peek at or question about. He has opinions on ramen, so that would be a good breaking-the-ice type of conversation starter.

The best way, in my opinion based on how I view Ren, to approach him is to work at the angle of getting to know him through his actions and behavior and to target his interests and likes. It might be too much at the beginning to immediately start comparing your interests to his and trying to connect through similarities, even if you do genuinely enjoy whatever his mobile games are. He doesn't scream otaku, so I would lose points by trying to connect through anime and my genre of mobile games. I also don't watch a lot of horror movies, so we would be on different wavelengths there, even if I was intrigued to try to watch them to see if I could find any appeal to his type of movies.

The important factor is just making that connection that you do have an interest somewhere. It doesn't have to be with every hobby or past time. Example: I, myself, in college was very hard to get to be friends with because I actively and defensively put up boundaries because I didn't want new people to interact with me. One of the weaknesses in my walls was having knowledge and an interest in something I was into. I vehemently tried to keep this dude away from being my friend for weeks, but during a brief interaction during classes, Clementine from the The Walking Dead game came up in conversation within the group and he knew about the game, and that was the moment I stopped trying to aggressively keep up boundaries.

It took time and patience and the interest in me as a person before something connected us in a very small but meaningful way before we became friends, and I really think Ren is the same way. You just have to be patient and understanding and keep up the gumption of trying.

Ren isn't a cold person like Jin or secretive like Tohma. He isn't some gossipy, truth-bending bitch or someone who is dangerous. He's just a regular kid with common interests and a hate for work, he can make friends with odd people, he likes his space and not being bothered.

He can be caring and kind, he can invite people into his space and offer niceties, he asks for favors related to his interests yet also invite you into them if you're willing to not feel used. He has a common deep fear, he has a lack of compassion that a lot of kids get by having pets but he still feels upset when Calamari leaves. He gets used to MC's company during her time at Jabberwock, and when she has to leave he seems genuinely a bit bummed about it.

Ren is a character that is very unlike a lot of the others, while kinda falling into the same ballpark of realistic characters like Sho and Kaito. Just a regular dude that got put into a situation that he found himself in. He isn't happy with the environment and the only thing he has for solace is a room that isn't his and is constantly broken into, his phone, his games, his movies. His time spent away from Jabberwock at the diner.

Ren isn't a terrible and unlikeable guy — he's just a young adult in a world of supernatural situations and people, roommates with odd people and creatures, and he really doesn't want to be bothered by all that.

He eventually lets people in, invites them into his space, offers to spend time with them and enjoy his hobbies together. It might take a while, it might be a lot of work and adjusting, you might not be able to use the term friend so quickly, but eventually, you'll get there with him.

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After-party of All-night Gaming and Cuddling

Leviathan x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: all-night gaming, cuddling, falling asleep together (platonically) on the floor, cute and fluff, expect a spew of dialogue about games, birthday celebration

A/N: This is my part for Levi's birthday collaboration! I paired with a wonderful artist (Twitter) who did such a cute piece (tumblr). Their piece is under the cut at the end of the story.

“What’re ya doin’ lettin’ him slip by you like that?”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I told you to go around the other way!”

“Hey, Satan! Quit tryin’ to run away, and get over here!”

“Not another step, Asmo. Stay away from me, Mammon! Get off, you idiot!”

You winced as you heard the loud ruckus in the kitchen from the dining room. The birthday party for Levi had dissolved into a mess of an afterparty. Beel was distracted finishing off all the leftovers, and Belphie had disappeared to take a nap. Mammon and Asmo had had their fill of too much Demonus. At some point during cleanup they had caught Satan in the kitchen and started harassing him.

“Hey, MC, do you want to go hang out in my room?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, the party is pretty much over at this point, right?”

An abrupt shriek from Asmo cut you off before you could reply, causing you and Levi to snap your heads in the direction of the kitchen. Almost instinctively, you went to sort out the trouble before the situation got worse, but Levi stopped you, shaking his head as you turned your attention back to him.

“It’ll be instant game over for you if you go in there now,” he warned with an incredulous look, like he couldn’t believe you would be willing to walk into a scenario where Satan could be armed with kitchen knives that he would gladly be using as makeshift darts.

“S-Satan, just calm down for a minute, would ya?!”

“I told you to leave me alone.” An explosion of what sounded like cast iron and metal clanging onto the floor heavily startled you. Levi gave a grimacing look over your shoulder as shattering crashes followed shortly afterwards. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!”

“Ahh! Mammon, this is all your fault!”

“Wha--! You were in on this just as much as I was, ya bastard!”

The only thing louder than the destruction was the twin screams of panic and terror as Satan wreaked havoc just a room away. A thought that popped into your head was that hopefully he would be mindful of your bedroom in his blind rage. A second thought was that you hoped he would avoid destroying the skillet you liked to use when you were on cooking duty.

“MC, listen. An impending doom is coming. I can feel it in my bones. So, before it happens, I think we should make our escape before Lucifer comes back.”

Lucifer had left the house unsupervised to see Diavolo and Barbatos off, but he would be returning soon. You knew it would be a bad idea to be in the vicinity when he discovered the state of the kitchen, in utter ruins in the short frame of time he was gone. While you did feel bad for Mammon and Asmo at the moment, you knew whatever punishment that Lucifer would pass judgment on to them would be far worse than what Satan was currently doing. In hindsight of similar events, you knew this was unavoidable and decided to wash your hands of the problem before you got dragged into it.

“We should probably skedaddle before we get caught in any crossfires.”

“Yeah, agreed. Let’s go!”

Leaving the cacophonous commotion downstairs, the retreat to his room was a smooth success. When you passed the door frame, Levi shut the door and locked it. A preventive measure to keep two certain idiots that would probably try to flee to wherever you would be to lessen the severity of Lucifer’s anger.

“Ahhh, I can already feel myself recharging! Birthday or not, a party is a party, and I’m not cut out for all those high levels of energy. I feel totally drained.”

“So, what did you want to do?”

Despite his complaint of fatigue, his tired demeanor immediately lit up with energy. It was something you noticed before, but his recovery time after entering his bedroom was astoundingly similar to how your phone charged from a low battery to an impressive mid-range percentage in several minutes with the DevilishlyTurbo charger you recently bought. The comparison tickled you enough to make you giggle under your breath.

“Now that you’re here, we can play Devil Kart 8 Deluxe! This is an enhanced version that has a ton of new tracks and overhauled mechanics and new content that will be released in waves. A few waves have already been released, and I played a bit of it myself and put a ton of hours into winning the tournaments to unlock tracks and characters for, uh… for us to use. I wanted to play with you after the party, so I put my all into making sure I got all the content that’s currently available. I think there are some stages and vehicles you would like.”

Levi plopped himself on the rug in front of his television. He gestured to the open space next to him, and you sat beside him. Sitting so close to him, listening to him explain the game and all the stuff he unlocked for you both to be able to enjoy, you noticed a difference in his excitement from during the party. It might have been a subtle thing or maybe not, but the way his eyes flashed and the broad smile he had while explaining in his long-winded fashion all the new things the game included or brought back and would get eventually and the animated, wild gestures he made that almost bumped into you a couple times, it all seemed less reserved and more natural. It made you positively giddy watching him be himself.

“Anyway, I already have it all hooked up to the T.V., so we can race together with these instead of the gamepads. I bought them specifically to match the racing element of the game!” Levi indicated to two steering wheel controllers. A tinge of a blush reddened his cheeks as he glanced from the gaming setup to you. “S-So… do you wanna play together until my birthday is over?”

“Uh, yeah, definitely!” You grabbed the controller closest to you and gave Levi a cocky look. “I’ve been practicing a lot since you practically demolished me last time we played a racing game, but this time you’re going to get your butt kicked!”

He looked stunned by your laydown of a challenge, but you could see his competitive spirit coming out in the smugness of his attitude as he picked up the other controller. “You say that practically every time we play a versus game. If you want a chance to beat someone, you should go challenge Belphie or Asmo. No one has a chance of surpassing me at video games!”

“Yeah, okay. No being a sore loser over it when I beat you, then. I know how you can get super salty when you get bested, especially after letting yourself get too overconfident.”

“Shut up lol! I don’t know what you’re even talking about!” Levi had a pinched line that kind of resembled the condescending smirk when he had mouthed off, but you could tell his few losses were a bit more than skin level insults to him. “If you think I’m going to pull any punches now, then---”

“When have you ever pulled punches during a game?! You always play to win no matter what!”

“OMG, hurry up and choose a character already!”

You had a few good moments during a couple races, like how you stole his first-place position by using the most agonizing offensive item the game had, the bat banana peel, at the last possible moment or how you would knock Levi off roads to drop his placement and slow him down. Some of his rages were so legitimate you could only stare wide-eyed with a stiff smirk that was pinned in place by genuine nervousness. After a triple dozen races, the majority mostly won by Levi, the fiery retorts, heat-of-the-moment insults, and mocking jeers settled into more friendly comments about the game itself and the updated graphics and the characters that were being brought over from other games under Funtendo’s licensing.

Hours slipped by, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier as you tried your best to fight against your tiredness. You wanted to stay up as long as you could with Levi. Yeah, it was definitely past midnight now, but you were having a lot of fun. Stopping now felt like prematurely ending the moment, but exhaustion was waiting for you each time you blinked, lingering in that split second of darkness to persuade you to keep your eyes closed and submit to it. It was getting harder and harder to open your eyes again. You knew you had to tap out before you actually passed out.

“Levi, I don’t think I can keep going. I’m about to fall asleep sitting up.”

“Aww... Okay. You have been crashing into the walls and stuff a lot, anyway.”

You began the motions to get up so you could return to your own room, but Levi stopped you when he grabbed your arm. “Wh-- Hey! Where are you going?!”

“To my room?”

“Y-You don’t have to leave just because we stopped playing! I still, um, want to spend time with you. I know it isn’t my birthday anymore, but… I mean, if you’re tired you can just watch me play a game, instead!”

Levi leaned forward to where his handheld Funtendo console was docked and pulled it out. You watched him as he sorted through the menus and confirmations, before he turned it around to show you the opening title of the game he was referring to.

“There is this other game that I’ve gotten into called Anima 3! It combines elements of standard role-playing and simulation games in a really interesting way. It kind of has hints of dating sim mechanics, but the dating function itself isn’t really important. That part of the game is more integral when you start entering the dungeon at nighttime. The relationships you build in your daily life affect the battle levels and stuff, because the more you strengthen them, the higher the level you get for different types of power. Oh, do you know about tarot cards? The game heavily bases itself around the Major Arcana cards. Anyway, the relationships you work to maintain relate to the certain creatures that you use in fights. So, keeping the balance of social links and your strength up is super important! You pretty much have free reign during the day except for scripted events. This game is so deep and intricately well done with the way it weaves the plot between characters and their personal developments and friendships. I’ve even teared up at a few scenes, like this one where one of the characters that finally came back to the dormitory where the group lives – oh, yeah, he was a part of the original members before he left, because – ah, that is totally a spoiler, sorry – so, he comes back, and he starts to find a place with the group again, but something terri-- AH! I almost completely ruined his story arc for you! Uh, so, yeah, I mean, this game is pretty amazing, and it even has a really good soundtrack that I’ve been listening to nonstop since I downloaded it.”

Levi rambled and gushed about the details of the game and its story while he loaded up the current save slot. You were a bit lost on some of the context he was giving, but he was enthusiastic about showing it to you, so you just let him talk.

Once the game was ready, he brought himself next to you. Unfortunately, the jellyfish mobile was casting their lights on the display of the console from your spot, so you leaned more into Levi, trying to lessen the obscuring glare. That resolved your issue for the most part, but now Levi had his arm pinned uncomfortably. He angled the game so you could see it better and so you could get off him, but honestly, it just seemed to be more awkward, because now he was trying to reposition himself without ruining your viewpoint.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” Levi said after ascending a few of the dungeon floors. “Can you move away a bit?”

Puzzled, you scooched yourself apart from Levi as he stretched his legs out, spreading them open enough for a decent amount of space in-between them. He gave you a flustered look as he patted the floor twice. “How about you, um, come sit here, and then I can… uh, I mean, it’ll just be easier on both of us this way, okay?”

Hiding an involuntary smile at his embarrassed thoughtfulness, you sat yourself in-between his legs and scooted into what felt like an acceptable spot. You could feel Levi against your back. He was stiff and hesitant to relax, but he was simultaneously invitingly warm. This was so much cozier compared to the twisted, leaning position. Levi brought his arms around you, locking you into an open embrace as he held his gaming console in front you. You could both share the screen now without compromising uncomfortable postures now.

Or so you thought, anyway. Levi was struggling with adjusting with the way he was trying to hold the game. His arms would slightly squeeze you and extend forward, but then he would widen his elbows out and bring the console in too close. He fiddled with a range of different forms before he dropped the console in defeat, sighing dramatically.

“You’re going to have to be a little bit closer for me to be able to do this right. Here...”

An arm snaked itself around your waist, and Levi dragged you backwards with a smooth ease until you were completely in his lap. He closed his legs around yours, drawing in a knee so that it framed your left hip. This was basically a hug in all senses of the word with how he was holding you. The space was tighter but not too imposing. It felt more authentic than the spacious attempt you had tried to do, and from the relaxed shift of weight behind you, you could tell Levi felt better about this new arrangement.

Settling into Levi, you could feel his chest steadily moving, lulling you into a relaxation. It was a rarity to be this intimately close with him, and being inside his personal space, you could pick up whiffs of his smell. His scent was a slightly sharp and pungent smell, almost medicinal, but with impressions of a sweet and warm undertone that balanced out the more distinct smell. A soothing resinous-like odor that vaguely reminded you of the seashore. The enticement of sleep was more inviting with his arms around you, nudging you on occasion when his arms twitched as he pressed buttons. The soft clicks from the control pad only added to the lullaby of senses. Barely focusing on the game screen, the colors were becoming blurs and smudges as Levi played on, unaware of your drifting consciousness.

He had such a habit of losing himself into the worlds of 2D media, but he came back to reality when he needed to stretch his aching arms. A little bit ashamed and sheepish about the fact he forgot about you, he tried to play it off with just how immersive the gameplay was, running off with the excuse that Anima 3 was just that phenomenal and so on.

“So, what do you think so far?”

He paused for a reply, but silence was the only thing that answered his question.

“Hey, are you ignoring me..?”

Your lack of a response diverted just enough of his concentration that Levi finally noticed something was off with you. He glanced down, and his attention for the game diminished almost completely when he realized that you were dead asleep in his lap. He felt his cheeks flare up instantly as his brain tried to process this turn of development.

“Hey..! Whoa whoa whoa! Are you actually seriously asleep right now?!”

Self-consciousness of the situation and shocked nerves rattled him, and his hands started shaking, vibrating the game. It almost slipped out of his grasp, and he barely caught it before it dropped on you. Levi froze motionless as he waited to see if the sudden movement was going to cause you to rouse from your slumber. You were gone from the world, though, thoroughly beyond anything minor waking you up.

“Hgnahhh…” When he released a breath that had been unconsciously caught it came out as a weird, whiney sighing noise that made his heated cheeks burn more. Levi scrunched his eyebrows in dismay and ignored the mocking thought of how you would have definitely laughed if you had heard it.

Saving the progress in the game and turning it off, Levi placed it out of the way. A sudden wave of tiredness made his body feel heavy, and the warmth you were giving off only added to the effect of drowsiness that he didn’t feel like fighting off. Bracing an arm around you as he lounged back on the rug, moving cautiously so he wouldn’t disturb you awake from his movements, it donned on him as he cuddled with you that he was essentially being used as a body pillow. The blush he was sporting was probably a sight to see as it went in for round three of displaying his awkwardness.

Hugging you more onto him, your head rising and falling with each breath that he took, Levi made peace with his hangups and the high chance one of his brothers might barge into his room in the later hours of the morning, but for right now, he was enjoying his time alone with you. It was still in the remnants of his birthday and having you with him was a perfect conclusion to a day that was focused on him by his brothers and the royalty of the Devildom. It wasn’t too long before Levi fell asleep himself, unaware and uncaring of the wails of despair coming from the kitchen from sources that had strung up to the ceiling.

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You Have to Say It

Levi x MC

POV: Second | Pronouns: You

Tags: 18+, blowjob, teasing, dirty talk, consensual but with light dubcon tones

Licking the sensitive slit, the salty taste smeared across your tongue and the strong flavor permeated into your nose in heavy doses. You could feel his body trembling and his hips trying to thrust upwards while your arm kept them pinned down. For as much as he squirming and moaning out half-hearted objections, he sure was trying to ram himself into your throat.

Putting your lips around his cock, you aggressively tongued the slit long enough to feel the convulsion and high-pitched surprised whine that his body reacted with. You stroked him with your tongue, pressing the head of his dick against the soft insides of your cheeks and against the ridges of the top of your mouth. Stimulation and wetness were your focus on making him absolutely writhe in capped pleasure.

A tempting thought of pushing him to the back of your throat and letting the spasms of your barely existing gag reflex add to his experience almost compelled you to act on it, but you, reluctantly, dismissed it for later. This was a teaser and not the full experience until you heard him say he wanted it himself. You knew how sensitive he was, and you had no intentions to ruin the fun because you had no impulse control.

Slowly, agonizingly, and patiently, you dragged out the motion of sucking him off. You kept the pressure of your mouth around his shaft, dragging your tongue against it, before consciously making a loud, wet popping noise at the tip. Giving a cooling space between the dick in your saliva and pre-cum-coated hand and your mouth, you smugly smirked up at him, very aware of the dribble on your chin and the obscene sight you must be. His eyes were teary and wet, and they were focused on you — pleading, anticipating, wanting.

Fuck, it was almost too hot.

"You know, for someone crying and telling me to stop, the fingers tugging at my hair and the look of disappointment on your face from me stopping, instead of relief, is giving me the impression you do want me to continue. If you want my mouth back on you," you gave a soft but firm squeeze for emphasis, which elicited a gaspy, almost squeaky moan from him, "then you have to tell me you want it, Levi."

As you waited for a response, you gave short, loose, and uninterested strokes to irritate him and to continue the sexual frustration, and you gauged him under a playful, cocky stare. His eyes were a swirl of emotions — desperation, neediness, annoyance, hesitation, contemplation. A few tears finally streaked down his heated red cheeks, and you felt your smile stretch into a superior grin as he slowly nodded his head.

"You have to say it."

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an OTP chart from Twitter that made me really think about Yukino and Mammon as a dynamic couple.

i definitely want to try more of these to expand on them more!

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Mark Me

Beelzebub x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Submissive kink, light domination kink, mentioning of bruises, mild nsfw, 16+

You've learned a few things about Beelzebub since your arrival in the Devildom. He loves to eat anything and everything, sometimes literally, he is a lot calmer than most of his brothers, sensible and level-headed, he's protective and reliable, he's dedicated to his sports and training, and he has strength that matches his muscular build.

That particular detail excited you a lot.

You have a submissive kink. You won't deny that. You're just shy about admitting it. Despite your hesitance about mentioning it, Beel naturally has a pressure to his touches and handling when he holds you that you're oh-so fine with.

Neither of you have done much aside from vanilla stuff, kisses and cuddles and a hungry makeout round against a wall or few. The way his hands simultaneously melded with yours and immobilized your arms sends a delicious shiver down your back every time you thought back on the moments.

Beel had just left you in a stupefied daze, your head light from lack of oxygen, as you stumbled back to your room before any of his brothers could see you in such a disarrayed state

Normally, you weren't so winded by the intensity of your canoodling sessions, but then again, you're the one that usually instigated them. Beel had startled you when he had clamped onto you from behind, spun you around, and pressed you against the closest surface, a space between two oversized paintings in the stairwell.

He took any words out of your mouth, along with your air, and swallowed them as he began placing a too light yet sweet kiss on your lips. He peppered quick pecks on your cheeks, the shallow part of your temples, and the curve of your jawline before resuming the kiss on your parted lips more fervently.

The tight grip that Beel had on your hips was possessive and made your body feel hypersensitive. You clutched onto his arms, even though you had no chance of crumpling to the ground, and returned the passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of Beel's mouth and tongue pass down your throat and twist into a simmering knot in the pit of your stomach.

A sudden ping brought you back to the moment, fuzzy-headed and annoyed. His phone pinged again. The air that rushed in between your heated bodies as Beel pulled away to check his D.D.D. was like a splash of cold water, and you became further frustrated when he took a step back and turned to leave.

"Oh, it was my turn to do shopping for dinner. Sorry, MC. If I don't go now Lucifer will be mad."

That was how he left you. He sprung a surprise attack on you, then left just as quickly. You were more discombobulated than needy, so you decided to just return to your room to relax before joining the brothers for dinner later that evening.

It was a fuss like usual when Beel was the one on cooking duty. You could hear the commotion from the kitchen, and you knew either dinner was going to be late or you would be ordering take out again. After an hour passed, famished and tired of waiting at the table, the proposal to eat out was brought up. You weren't entirely up for going to a restaurant, but the majority voted yes, so you didn't have much choice. You were the last to walk out, lingering behind the brothers.

As you stepped a foot over the threshold of the doorway, you felt a sudden force around your waist and you were pulled back into the House of Lamentation, the door closing firmly in front of you. You noticed the familiar hold from the firm yet gentle hug, and you let out a shaky breathe you had unconsciously sucked in.

You were going to have to put a bell on this boy, because this was the second time he had caught you off guard way too easily. You were confused, though, because you were sure you had seen Beel be the first one out the door.

Twisting as best as you could to see him, Beel had a soft blush on his cheeks and his eyes avoided yours. When you asked him what he was doing, he admitted that while he was kinda hungry, it wasn't necessarily for food.

You assumed he had filled up mostly from the food meant for dinner, otherwise he never would have turned down a trip to Hell's Kitchen. It was a gracious turn of events that you weren't going to pass up though!

After you pried yourself from his embrace, you sheepishly tugged him to your room. It wasn't too long before he had picked up where he had abandoned his earlier encounter with you, now on your bed. His height completely submerged you in his shadow before he leaned down and started placing hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The heat in your stomach reignited when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his hot skin against yours causing you to shudder in response.

You felt Beel lift your shirt higher, tugging it under your weight, and you paused him long enough to remove the clothing entirely, allowing him complete access to your upper body. He had just started a fresh trail of kisses down you chest when you felt him shift above you, leaving an absence of his warmth, and you opened your eyes to see that, no, he hadn't left, but he was more interested in your left hip. You looked down to see what had caught his interest.

On your side were fresh bruises that you hadn't noticed before, most definitely from the tight grasp Beel had held you with from earlier. He'd never left a mark on you before. Beel had been careful about his touches and strength whenever he got a bit rough.

If you had known you had bruises you would have revered them in awe and adoration. You felt tingles of excitement shoot through your nerves that set off your arousal more as you studied the sizes and shapes. The bruises were like fingerprints on your skin, like Beel had accidentally claimed you as his. Despite your excitement over these bruises, you noticed a regretful expression on his face, and it donned on you Beel wasn't finding these marks as interesting as you.

You touched Beel's arm to get his attention. You saw the unmerited guilt the moment your eyes locked. He opened his mouth, probably to start an apology, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You explained to him that you hadn't even felt anything to indicate that he had done anything to you. The fact that you had been "injured" was news to you as well. You reassured him that he hadn't done anything wrong with a soft kiss.

His worried frown relaxed gradually, but his gaze went back to your hip, rubbing his thumb over the brown-bluish spots before leaning down and kissing your pelvis. His lips sent a shockwave into your nerves that sent an irrepressible tremble through your body.

"I was worried I hurt you with the way I grabbed you earlier. I'm glad you're not hurt, MC."

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips, and you brought his face back to yours, caressing a hand behind his neck. "You can be as rough with me as you want, Beel. I want you to mark me as yours."

There was a moment that passed as you felt your cheeks burn from the admission and Beel's wide-eyed stare, and in the next moment Beel roughly pinned you against your bed and kissed you, deeper and more intensely than any prior kisses. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you stumbled to keep up with his sudden intensity.

Hopefully no one needed you for the rest of the night, because Beel was most likely not to let you go.

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Infatuated

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Soft smut, intense emotional feelings, 18+

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Dim flickering from the forgotten movie playing in the background set a soft ambience in your bedroom as you sat on top of Mammon. The shifting light gave his eyes a soft gleaming effect, and the flecks of gold in them glowed, intensifying the look of absolute adoration and tenderness Mammon was showing you.

You felt him in you, the pulsating heat making you clench around him and a smoldering hotness tingled your whole body. You thought you might melt with the passion that engulfed you.

Mammon nuzzled into your hand as you cupped one of his cheeks – it felt flushed and hot – and kissed the edge of the palm. You traced your thumb along his lips, soft yet dry. Inwardly, you wanted to drink up everything he had to offer you. Sliding your hand down, you lightly gripped his throat, feeling the faint palpitations of his heart under his skin.

You tilted his head back, and a shadow enveloped his glimmering eyes into dark blue pools that had you transfixed. If you gazed long enough, the yearning greed that resided in them threatened to drown you.

Mammon brought you back into the moment with a shift of his hips, pressing into you, and you startled, surprised by the sudden movement. It made the embers in your stomach stir wildly. You wanted to prolong the intimate connection, of feeling him being in you, but it was intolerable to keep waiting for much longer.

Pressing your legs into the mattress, tightening their grip against Mammon’s waist, you lifted yourself up, feeling an intense aching of emptiness, though, only for a moment. You lowered back onto Mammon too quickly, and a hot pleasure jolted your nerves. Your mind went fuzzy for a second, and the only thing you could think to do was remember Mammon. You gripped his hands tightly, digging your nails into skin, pressing your moist palms together to stay tethered to one another, the only physical anchor you had to keep from slipping into the mental state of euphoria that was eclipsing you from everything else unrelated to Mammon.

You concentrated on him - on his expressions, every crease and pinch of his eyebrows, the way his mouth trembled and broke apart for little sucks of air or breathless gasps. He must have felt you looking at him – as he always seems to do when you linger watching him too long, captivated by all his actions and smiles – because his eyes fluttered open. He returned your dazed stare with a fervent one. His grip equalled your own, and somehow that little action provoked you more, tingling sensations shooting through your arms.

You felt him so deeply. Mammon lifted and heaved, moving in tandem with your own movements.

You wanted to indulge in every sense. Internalize, memorize, fix in your mind every waking moment of this night – each quivered sigh and warbled moan, the mixing smells of natural scents and his cologne and sweat and lust, all the touches, intentional and not, light and possessive. The way Mammon was shaping your insides. The way you felt elated and content and loved. The way your heart ached from loving him so much. The way it hurt so much. You wanted to savor it all.

It was too much, though, the physical feelings and emotions rolling through you like a hurricane. Hot pleasure erupted through your body, euphoric spasms sapping your energy with each shudder. You dropped forward, a lack of strength from exhaustion, but caught yourself from completely falling.

Arms embraced you into their hold and tugged you down. Resting against Mammon’s chest, you heard the racing heartbeats settling, and it stirred something inside you. You were the cause of his accelerated heart rate, his labored breathing, the blissful look he had resting while hugging you. Like how he had so many effects on you, this was what you were capable of doing to him.

You buried your face into his neck, peppering it with kisses, light ones and deep ones that would definitely leave marks. You shifted to reach his clavicle, and you started suckling against his salty skin, marring it with a trail of love bites to the other side. By the time you were done, it looked like a necklace of red marks.

It was beautiful. It marked him as yours - physically, momentarily. Your love was bruised on him for anyone to see.

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I got to thinkin' about this, and I'm having a fit imagining a dumbass MC trying to put a salt ring around the brothers to see if they can keep them in it because they got to wondering about it.

Like, MC makes Lucifer stand still while they pour salt around him. Lucifer is just tired and irritated, but he's also curious to see this play out. MC seems so triumphant that this will work, and Lucifer just steps right over it with a smug smile on his face and walks away, telling MC to clean up the mess.

Mammon gets trapped in a salt ring because MC tricked him to let them test it on him as payback at him stealing their stuff, and now he's stuck. MC is so utterly convinced this will burn Mammon when he tries to escape that Mammon is afraid to touch the border. FYI, he can totally leave the ring and be fine. He's just stuck there as MC walks away, proud of their experiment finally working.

Beel would be a terrible demon to try this on. As soon as MC finishes the circle the salt is already being licked up by Beel, and MC is struck by disgust and awe that he would just do that.

Like, would a salt ring work though?? Idk, but it's funny to me how the brothers would react, especially if Solomon and his magic tricks were involved.

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Circling back around to this idea from a bit ago, I've given it more thought. I've been in a couple of discords mainly for Obey Me, and while I was trying to find some more to join, I found it a little hard because of the younger minors or because it wasn't quite the fit I was looking for.

I was thinking of starting a Discord myself if enough interest was garnered because I have a loose but defined idea in mind for what I would like it to be. It would be for Obey Me, the Ike series, or other otome/visual games and the like, but it would be like a... workshop of sorts, for writers ideally in mind. Like a community for fanfiction creators to talk about their OCs/MCs/fics/AUs/etc.

I'm spitballing again, but I'm getting more invested in this idea. I might try later today, time granted, to establish what I have in mind more clearly.

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Mechanic!Mammon has been living in my head rent free ever since I saw your og posts! I love it so much.

I can just imagine him rag sticking out of his back pocket, hands dirtied with grease, and a smile on his face as he leans over the engine, wrench in hand. He's got music playing over a stereo or radio he brought outside as he hums along with the tunes as he works.

Then you come out and bring him a drink cause you know this man hasn't paid attention to how much time has passed and really needs to take a break to eat, but hydration first. And he take it, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of black grease across it and gives you the biggest smile as he grabs the glass and nearly downs the whole thing.

And you stay, watching him, handing him a tool occasionally as he works. You climb into the driver's seat and press on the brakes for him when he asks so he can check that it's working right. You toy with the car radio that he finally got wired back up correctly and make sure to save your favorite channel (and his too, if you're feeling generous) so it's all ready to go. And then dinner rolls around, so you help him put away his tools and parts and help him pull the cover over the car for the night. And just before you both enter the house again, you reach up and wipe that grease mark that's been resting on his forehead, which he gives you shit for not telling him earlier, but you just smile.

Ahhhhh, Mechanic!Mammon owns my heart and soul!!!

I'd say I'm sorry, but you seem to be enjoying it, and I'm enjoying talking/thinking about it too!

!! Yeah, because Mammon isn't afraid to get dirty with using his hands (example in Accessories in Abundance and Christmas Tree), he probably wouldn't mind getting a bit of oil and grease and whatnot on him, but my thoughts go to what he would wear. Like, an unzipped mechanic suit revealing his chesticles is hot, but he isn't exactly going to have that kinda outfit at home. Plus, his other clothes are super expensive brand-named things, so he wouldn't casually wear those. So, I've thought of something as a stand-in: baggy jeans with a tank top and an open, kinda oversized button-up shirt with the sleeves messily rolled up. Maybe he even has something to keep his hair back! Like a headband so you can see his sweaty forehead, but him having a forehead matted with wet hair is also very appreciated.

He would definitely be playing metal music or something of that variation or maybe R&B that fits the mood for working on a car and getting amped up. He would definitely be humming to the music. He would also probably hit a high and use a wrench or something as drum sticks if he's listening to metal music!

Like, just give the man a gallon of water or hell lemonade, because if I know one thing about working on cars is that people get sweaty.

I would like to think that Mammon is handy with tools because I believe canonically he works on his own car, but I find it immensely funnier if he doesn't know the technical names for all the tools besides a wrench and the standard screwdrivers and stuff. So, he's telling you he needs that tool that looks like a wrench and functions like a wrench but isn't a wrench, and you're guessing what the hell he's talking about because there are standard wrenches of various sizes and different looks. You hand him what you think he's talking about, but he'll tell you no, no, it's the one that's bigger, the one that's got little, like, teeth in the opening, it's got an adjustable piece that helps it widen or close for the bolts and nuts. It's a spanner, btw.

Lmaooo, imagine as you're sitting in the car waiting on him to tell you to tap the breaks and you accidentally hit the accelerator pedal and scare the shit out of him because the engine revs super loudly but makes a choked noise and some clanking. You both think you just choked the car to death but it was just the engine having loose parts and not having been used in a while. He fusses at you because you scared him, but you remember his face too hilarious from being startled to really listen beyond being more careful.

Mammon is covered in sweat and grease and other car liquids and kinda smells like oil, so what if he showered because Lucifer wouldn't let Mammon come strolling in as a hot, stinky mess, and you joined after he washed himself off? :3c

I already have so many AUs with Mammon but this one has main control and it's going places!

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Hi, Idk how this message thing works, but I desperately needed to tell someone about a thought I had about Mechanic!Mammon. Irl we have a broken car that doesn't work at all, and now I'm picturing MC telling Mammon about their broken down car, and when Mammon asks what the problem is with the car and MC can't explain, they just take him to the car, and now Mammon has a project he works on. Also, what if he works part time as a mechanic, and when he works on cars, he's totally focused. As in so focused, he doesn't realize if MC visits him at his job as a surprise. I just love this demon so much. Sorry if I bothered you, btw. I just haven't seen someone else talk about Mechanic!Mammon, lol. Have a nice day/evening/night/time of day

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Hello, yes, pls talk to me about about Mammon as a mechanic because this has been in my head all day!

Similarly, my dad used to have an old Chevy truck that he had for a couple years and tried to spruce up, and he was massively into racing cars (we had so many racing video games and he had built a track table for track sets and we'd go to car shows), so I have some knowledge here

I can't remember when it was stated in-game, but Mammon has mentioned getting car parts for his Demonio, and I do enjoy Mammon having something to do outside of greed-related stuff and his relationship with MC, but what if we take this passion project a little further?

Mammon has mentioned liking convertibles and potentially getting one later.

So, maybe MC was looking at used cars, and they stumble across this beautiful convertible. Something about it strikes their fancy, and they tell Mammon about it. Well, turns out the body is the only thing working on it, so the car is selling for cheap. Apparently, something strikes a chord with Mammon as well, and he decides to get it

Next thing you know Mammon has this car, and he has parts and pieces scattered around the area of the yard the car is parked in at the HoL. He's working really diligently on it, and it kinda becomes his hyperfixation for a bit.

Also, Mammon does have a habit of really concentrating and getting absorbed in what he's working on (an example in his card Abundant Accessories), so this is definitely possible, and MC has a habit of staring at Mammon when he gets into a certain state of mind (examples in Abundant Accessories and You Always Ride Shotgun). I think they like watching him when he gets like this, and I do believe they would enjoy watching Mammon, even if their surprise visit does get ignored.

I, too, love Mammon very much, so no, you didn't bother me at all! I enjoyed being plagued with mechanic!Mammon thoughts at work /jk

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Mammon with his Demonio 666

Mammon x MC(-ish)

Pronouns: You | POV: Second, present tense

Tags: Mechanic!Mammon AU

"She looks good, right?"

Mammon stares at the freshly polished and waxed silver Demonio 666, a look of reverence on his face. Pride and love is practically radiating off of Mammon. Even though the emotions are incomprehensible to you from the way he feels them, you have a wide grin as you watch him in his element.

He glances over at you with a soft, genuine smile that you mostly ever see expressed towards yourself, and butterflies stir up in your stomach. That smile is angled differently at the moment, but you enjoy seeing it all the same.

Despite how deeply you love him already, you somehow keep finding ways to fall in love with him even more. A warm feeling tingles your insides as Mammon devotes himself to something outside of his sin and your relationship. Your eyes follow every movement and expression Mammon makes as he fusses around the Demonio, and it delights you to see the different ways Mammon can act when he lets his guard down. The way he concentrates and the way he handles himself always captivates you.

When he glances in your direction again, Mammon notices the way you have been staring at him, like how you tend to do when he loses himself in certain moments when the two of you are alone. He gives you a scrunched look of bashfulness as the ear-to-ear smile he had morphs into a tight line.

"Y-Ya know, you don't have to be watchin' me like that! It ain't like I'm doing anythin' all that special."

"You looked like you were really enjoying yourself, though. I love watching you."

Mammon makes a bit of a choked noise as you hide a shit-eating grin behind your hand. A dark blush wells up from his neck to his ears, and you wonder if it could be possible for steam to erupt out of the top of his head.

"Yeah, well..! I..! I love havin' you around... al-almost more than I love my Demonio here! S-So, ya better appreciate how much you mean to me, got it?!"

You tighten your lips to hold back the laughter rising in your throat, but you just nod in response, although Mammon has already turned his attention back to his car. You can see the shine in his eyes, and you admire Mammon, watching him thrive in the moment as he admires his car, looking it over before wiping off a smudge of grease on the hood and proudly smiling at his reflection in the shiny metal.

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Concept:

Mechanic Mammon!

Mammon has the energy of a man who loves to speed race, he even mentions examples in the chat Greed Knows No Bounds from A New Contract and You Always Ride Shotgun

He also has knowledge about his car, and he loves to spruce it up with parts. You can guarantee he would not let anyone else touch it.

Highlights of the delightful idea of Mammon having mechanic energy:

-Mammon in a mechanic suit

> Suit unzipped enough to show some sweaty titty and to be a tease

>Top half of the suit is undone and tied around his waist with his tank top showing off his sweaty, greased up muscles and his shoulders

-His hair swiped back with sweat, and it's kinda swept to the side and all messy

-The idea of Mammon working with tools on his car

-Watching Mammon as he works with dedication and adoration on his car

-Hearing Mammon talk car lingo, but it means almost diddly squat to you, nonetheless, you love hearing him ramble on

-The pure smile he has while enjoying working on his car

-Mammon being full of pride and love and affection and watching him step back, wipe his forehead with the back of his hand, as he admires his car

-Seeing Mammon take care of it, because he genuinely wanted that car, and he is absolutely taking care of it after he earned it with his own two hands

-Seeing Mammon be all smiley with an oil streak on his cheek and cooling sweat over his body as he just looks at the Demonio before he realizes you're staring at him as you tend to do when you admire his expressions when he's enjoying himself by his own standards

-Mammon getting all blushy and flustered

-Mammon trying to impress you because he wants your opinion and cares about what you think, and you are proud of him, but the swelling pride he feels is something unrelatable because this is something he has earned by his own hard work, and that is his own to feel

-The untapped potential for wonderful fanart of mechanic!Mammon

Mechanic!Mammon has potential, and I will die happily if an event remotely close to this comes out.

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Retrouver

:meaning: to find again; to regain

Mammon x MC

Pronouns: N/A | POV: Third (limited) from Mammon

Tags: N/A

An assortment of rings was sprawled on the glass table, strewn about it messily. Mammon, perched on the edge of his couch in his room, his hands on his knees, clenching the fabric of the jeans, leaned over the glistening metals of silver, gold, and platinum. Concentration scrunched his face into a serious frown. His eyes flicked and roamed over the mess, pausing short moments to scrutinize a section he had already checked and rechecked prior. Releasing the grip he had on his pants, Mammon danced a hand around the rings, scattering them to new places and scrambling the previous pattern. He reclined back and took another long look before he slumped his shoulders in defeat.

It was missing. An elegantly contoured standalone ring that curved around a cut of citrine that balanced well with the yellow tones. It was flashy, unique, and was the main attraction of a beautifully handcrafted gold stack set with simple, refined bands paired with it. Mammon had bought it with MC during an outing to town when they had seen a pair of matching gold and silver rings.

Mammon had noticed while rummaging through his jewelry box, looking for dispensable valuables for some easy cash, that the main piece was absent. The bands were cozily stuffed in their grooves, but there was a vacant spot between them. His desire for money had quickly fizzled out as he dumped the contents of the box and scavenged its contents. At this point, though, he had to accept it was missing.

A gnawing feeling of concern unsettled him, but he calmed it with thoughts of reassurance that the ring had simply been misplaced. It had to be in his room. He would find it.

Mammon searched around in the usual areas he found missing things, inspected around the edges of furniture, on surfaces he placed stuff absentmindedly, and the odd spots that it might have rolled off to if he had dropped it without noticing. However, the longer Mammon scoured and turned his room upside down, the more dread and panic balled up within him. He felt desperate and trying to keep a cool head was becoming hard.

When was the last time I saw that ring? Where would I’a placed it? Did I use it as compensation at a casino? No, not with that ring. Think, dammit! MC left a couple of days ago, so maybe they coulda taken it with them? No, I remember wearin’ it when they left. Why would they even have it?? Arrgh!!

Normally, he would just replace whatever he lost, but this was different. It was too personal. That ring wasn't replaceable; it had sentimental value. The loss was beginning to emotionally impact Mammon. It felt wrong that he’d lost something MC had given him. He’d been careless.

Amidst his frenzied thoughts, a stray notion of possibility made him pause and wonder, temporarily calming him. Without second guessing it, Mammon left his room with a sliver of hope and walked with a controlled urgency down the hallway.

He had barged in plenty of times before, freely and without warning, but now, with MC off in the human world with Lucifer, it almost felt invasive to just enter their bedroom. Mammon hesitated in front of the door, but eventually, he opened it and peeked inside the dark room. He felt around for the light switch, and the darkness shrunk to shadows.

Mammon glanced around, briefly taking in the familiar layout, before he began his search. He checked alongside the bed, under the pillows on the floor, and in the bathroom he sometimes shared with MC. As he passed the dresser a stray glimpse caught his attention on something familiar. Amongst a small collection of trinkets, he saw the ring resting at an angle on top of its silver-colored twin. A rush of relief flooded through Mammon as he picked it up and protectively held it close to his chest, clenching it tightly.

Alongside the excitement and reassurance, another feeling presented itself, inflating and swelling over dying anxiety. It was an emotion that had been visiting him a lot lately. At first, it’d been subtle and easy to ignore, but it had grown to a heavy, weighted feeling in his chest that seeped uneasiness into his stomach that mixed into a cocktail of excitement and anticipation. It would ignite itself spontaneously whenever MC was around or, even sometimes, when simply mentioned.

Mammon felt sulky, suddenly, as he stood in the vacant room. It felt odd being in there, even if some of his own things had made a home in the bedroom. It was only natural, considering he spent so much time in there. The discomfort ached and stung. It was lonely without them. He was lonely without them.

Looking at the warmed metal in his hand, Mammon felt the euphoric sentiment brim again. He indulged in it and thought of MC, quelling the loneliness. He was giddy about them returning. He was excited to be able to talk to them. He was looking forward to being around them again. Mammon was so intoxicated at the concept of seeing MC again, even though it had only been a short time since they left, and he wondered why.

A random ping from his D.D.D. brought him out of his reflections, and awareness of his situation dawned on him. What would it look like if someone were to barge in and see him with a piece of expensive jewelry while MC was gone? He had been through that scenario enough times to know he should leave before he got caught.

As he closed the door to their bedroom, Mammon hesitated with his hand still on the knob. A realizing thought creeped into him that he might be developing a deeper longing, an affectionate fondness, for MC. He felt his face heat up at that prospect, but if that overwhelming disruption of his emotions because of a missing ring was any sign to go by, maybe Mammon actually had fallen for the human.

Ha, what a concept! Right..?