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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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The undateables three if they had audio accounts.

OBEY ME Mephisto, 13, and Raphael x reader

18+

Minors dni

Cw: mentions of assault

Link to the demon bros

Link to the Side characters

Raphael

I feel like His he has a very unexpressive voice, but somehow he still gets so many followers; he can't act for shit; however, his voice is so soothing to listen to people just naturally fall asleep to it.

I can see him reading popular books; he is a very soft and fluid reader that just either puts you right into the story or right to sleep. Hearing him read to you like this is always so comforting.

Has a very specific upload schedule that he himself is not really aware of but his followers pick up on it quite well.

Only starts doing boyfriend audio role plays because he gets asked to do it so many times, now that he has folded ones people think he's going to fold again when they ask for NSFW content... he just barely gives the people what they want before cock blocking them.... he does it so much that it's becoming a running gag between his followers. You can pry that whimpering voice from his cold dead hands.

His audio rps are cute and sweet don't muddy it up with your Unholy sinning filth( he's only joking of course, but that still doesn't mean you'll get an audio of him moaning) Raphael mostly does audio where he feels in as your protector role, whether it's your night in shining armor or bodyguard.

Preferred pet names for listener

But the thing is about Raphael's audios; this man is so good at the build-up and sexual tension that people are just drowning in it, begging for him to give them at least a crumb. And he's just like, "No~."He has one of those good mics too, ones that he can switch from ear to ear, and you can hear him from either side of you; he is excellent at whispering sweet nothings into your ear or, if he's feeling a little devious that day, tease you by running his tongue and nibbling against it his hot breath making you shiver.

Angel,

baby/babe,

pumpkin.

Thirteen

Random and slightly unhinged, she probably made it when she was fucked up drunk on Demonus one night and just kept it around for when she's horny and wants to fuck around and find out. Until she starts putting way too much effort into her silly little hobby to stop now.

Her content goes from, "your goth girlfriend takes you out on a cute date at night" to ASMR beating you unconscious to help you sleep then beating you again when you wake up. At this point her followers can pretty much tell when she is memeing in her audio or not. Even in her more serious ones, she tries to be at least a little funny.

She posts everyday at an ungodly hour, followers are confused and a little concerned like hello, do you sleep, ma'am?!

Would you believe her if she says most of her audios are Improv? 13 is the queen of Improv.

Most of her audio is her domming; she prefers her dear listener squirming underneath her helplessly as she does whatever she pleases to you. Imagining how your body would feel grinding against hers is getting her so wet

13 hardly ever does any Scripts unless it's something she really likes, she has a hard lady boner for Horror/ slasher nsfw scripts. Especially if it's dead by daylight, good Lord, humans make slap'n horror games...

Most of her serious audios are horror based so a lot of her kinks are darker in nature. She tries to make it clear in her descriptions so she doesn't hear people complain about it. Sometimes albeit very rarely, she will post cute girlfriend audios; she's just here to have a good time.

Preferred pet names for listener

Bee/bby ( yes said in that exact way)

Cutie

Sweetie

Sweetling

Mephisto

If you ever see him on the horny audio site no you didn't. Goes all out for each audio, has a good Mic is perfectly edited and has a significant sound effects. He doesn't post too often, but enough to keep his dear followers fed.

When he's feeling a script, you know it's going to be good he's very expressive voice will make every character pop, with phenomenal acting with a silver tongue to make you swoon! So he does fill scripts that other people write. His go-to is his own; he has his own little characters with their own little personalities and stories.

Sometimes if his dear sweet listener is crave a certain character enough, he'll make a series about them, maybe even name them.

His preferred nsfw audios are ones where power play is involved whether it's him or listener. A good example is his fan favorite Sugar Daddy x listener series, an audio series about him spoiling his sweet listener with money and his attention~. Though he has never done darker Kinks, he has thought about doing them...

He does make softer romantic audios where his character is open up and has sickening Sweet Moments that are sure to make your heart melt. Or maybe even heart-wrenching angst. Very rarely he will post an audio where it is nothing but him roughly taking the listener growling and mumbling broken sentences of "take it" or "Mine... Your mine!"

If you want a script to truly Captivate him give him a script with not only a good character to follow but an interesting world and story you'll have him going back to your page for refills.

Preferred pet names for listener

Darling

Beloved

My sweet betrothed.

Little Dove/ Dove

#THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR 2 YEARS #smut #obey me 13 #obey me mephistopheles #obey me raphael #Obey me #obey me side characters #it's been 2 years and I still haven't finished the original so if anything is wrong please forgive me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer

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animehouse-moe · 10 months ago

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'Tis TIme For Torture, Princess Episode 4: Everything Was Fun

At this point I'll get on my hands and knees and beg for people to watch this show. An incredibly fun and airy vibe that plays into a similar vein as The Sleepy Princess In Demon Castle, it brings an indescribable amount of joy and humor with each episode that Pine Jam adapts. Not convinced? Let me explain some more.

First, this video of Ex being tortured.

There's a pair of things that this sequence builds off of. Firstly, the expectations subversion of Hime being the sole person tortured within the series (though Tortura's session with the Demon Lord prior to this also conveys that). And secondly, it effectively parodies the earliest of Hime's torture sessions, letting the viewer in on the idea that Ex will also come around to the methods used and the characters involved.

It's great fun that takes advantage of the fact that Ex has been a bystander and a straight man for Hime's torturing and chooses to flip the script on it, which then opens the pair up to a conversation about their experiences of being tortured. It's really, really great fun.

And it looks great as well. I loved the effort placed into the details of the closeups within the sequence, and they're expertly sold by the incredible work on composition within the sequence. The perfect amount of 'cinematic' feel is added to really accentuate the excessively humorous nature of the act, and it's near effortlessly perfect.

And continuing on the train of novel and fun, Krall makes a comeback today and not only engages in her own unique form of torture, but appears amongst the recurring cast as another outing happens to her room where they get to play with all her various animals. It's straightforward, but extending her interactions to the rest of the cast (even bringing Tortura in on it) is really great, and is the perfect segue for what follows.

Honestly, I want to share every second of the Demon Lord's daughter playing, but it would absolutely ruin the experience for anyone that hasn't seen it yet. It's sweet, innocent, and plays on the heartstrings of everyone that can see it. It also brings out more of Hime's past to help flesh out her character, and the entire sequence is just animated so incredibly well. I mean, 2D backgrounds? It's just Pine Jam showing off their strongest suits: incredibly well animated incredibly cute things.

I could honestly talk about damn near every sequence in this series, it's so well done. The level of effort and passion placed into each to bring out the most humor or happiness is really great, and the variation in terms of boarding and styling never ceases to amaze. You'd think with something that proclaims itself to have a rather straightforward idea would be sticking closer to it than this does, but 'Tis Time For Torture, Princess doesn't have any rules to play by, and instead chooses to live life to the max and create a completely unforgettable experience for viewers.

So yeah, if you're not watching this already you should 100% be catching up on it.

#tis time for torture princess #hime-sama goumon no jikan desu #姫様“拷問”の時間です #anime #anime and manga #anime review #anime recommendation #anime reccs #food anime #food manga

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turtleybeachin · 2 years ago

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Worlds Colliding (part 1)

So I had a wild November but still wanted to at least get something out on time for DiaMonth 2022. This is part 1 of probably 3, with my goal as to finish the rest by the weekend. @property-of-diavolo

Pairing: Diavolo x MC (gender neutral) Word Count: 975 Tagging: Lucifer, Solomon, and Barbatos make appearances. Fluff and Humor in a rom-com way.

Thanks to social media and tabloids of the human world, Diavolo's relationship with the exchange student isn't so secret. Which might not have been an issue if their family hadn't seen the evidence and felt they were at least due a dinner with this handsome boyfriend to get to know him. And how bad could one little dinner with one little human family be? In separate worlds, they each prepare in their own ways for the upcoming family gathering.

"It’s the end of the world."

Solomon didn't reply immediately, instead carefully counting the drops of amber liquid that he squeezed into a vial. "That might be just a bit dramatic. Have you been spending more time with Asmo?"

"Yes, but that isn't the point right now. Solomon, my worlds are colliding. My literal worlds are colliding. This could be catastrophic!"

He frowned at the book open on his desk and perched his chin on his thumb, one arm folded across his chest and one bent to curl his fist at his lips. The recipe was clear, but seemed counterintuitive. To follow it against his best judgement, or to go off-script and trust his gut? He blinked at the sudden awareness of silence, and realized he was expected to respond. "I would have thought by now you'd be rather accustomed to Armageddon-style adventures, my adorably hysterical apprentice. Toss me the dried mandrake leaves."

"Those weren't in the recipe," the other human replied, even as they obligingly stretched to grab the components from a high shelf. "And sure, but there's a difference between accidentally ending three realms with your oblivious existence and having your family interrogate your boyfriend." They slid the glass container across the desk and then leaned forward to fold their arms over Solomon's tome.

As he worked on crushing two leaves in his mortar, the sorcerer tipped his head in acknowledgement of a point. "Quite. But don't forget that your boyfriend is much older than you and your family members combined, already has a cover story in this world that they know and he is accustomed to using, and is the crown prince of the Devildom who has dealt with much more menacing dinner guests."

"And don't you forget that Diavolo can't lie, gets easily excitable about human customs, and usually has Barbatos at his side to keep him in-character."

The dull sound of the pestle crushing the leaves into little flakes filled the room as two humans frowned at the lack of mandrake leaves in the open book between them. Solomon glanced to his apprentice, gave a shrug as though to say 'guess we'll find out', and dumped his work into the vial. They both stared at the concoction for several beats, waiting for a reaction.

"Mmm," Solomon hummed thoughtfully. The frothing wasn't entirely expected, but neither was it terribly alarming. "Could it go disastrously? Of course. Many family gatherings do, to some degree. But is it going to be a world-ending catastrophe? I don't expect--"

His words were interrupted by a sharp CRACK of the glass vial splitting up the sides, and thankfully they'd been working on defensive spells recently as his apprentice flung out a hand and commanded the elements to obey.

"What," they asked tightly, "were you saying about your expectations just now?"

Solomon laughed airily, waving a hand and wiggling his fingers to clean up his mess. "And what did I say about you working well under pressure?"

Barbatos stood beside his lord in front of a gilded mirror and watched as the larger demon fussed with his tie to straighten it. Not only was it further off-center than when he'd started, he was also getting the collar of his shirt wrinkled. So he stepped forward and pivoted, interrupting the young master's view of himself as he reached up to properly fix his outfit for him.

"How did this happen again?" Lucifer asked, sitting in a chair behind them with one leg crossed over the other, a glass of Demonus in one hand, and his brow pinched between the fingers of his other.

Diavolo started to turn only to be interrupted by a sharp swat from his steward reminding him he was still being dressed, thank you, and to hold still. "Apparently, some unsavory journalists got hold of a photo someone took of us together at that amusement park we visited. The news reached their family, who were understandably upset at finding out their child was in a relationship in such an impersonal manner," he repeated over his shoulder, his grin half-visible around Barbatos' head in the mirror's reflection.

"Right, yes, but why did you agree to this? Surely they could have come up with countless excuses to put off this charade. They never struggled to find excuses to get out of things that I requested of them," Lucifer groused, taking a deep breath and a long sip.

"This is their family, Lucifer! Surely you of all people understand the importance of family." Golden eyes caught a flash of ruby eyes in the mirror.

Barbatos tugged at Diavolo's collar before stepping back, giving him a thorough inspection before nodding his satisfaction. "You already know I agree with Lucifer on this matter, my lord, but I am aware that there is no dissuading you from this. How old are you?"

Grinning wide, the future king of the Devildom proudly responded, "I am thirty-seven human yea--"

"Humans do not have to specify they are measuring things as humans," Lucifer ground out, brows pinched in a sure sign of another migraine swiftly approaching.

"Ah, of course! I am thirty-seven years old. Thank you, Lucifer!"

Barbatos shared a long, weary look with their guest. "And where did you grow up, my lord?"

"In a quaint little human tow--"

"Diavolo," the Avatar of Pride growled, too close to either a meltdown or an outburst to include honorifics.

"Right! A quaint little town outside of Brighton." Diavolo turned to look back at Lucifer with an apologetic smile that did nothing to soothe his friend's ire.

"And your family...?" Barbatos prompted, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

With a wide grin, Diavolo arched a brow at his steward's look. "Are understood to all be human without my saying so, and I followed in my obviously human father's footsteps for work. I'll be fine, Barbatos! How hard can this be?"

Lucifer flinched at the ominous declaration. Barbatos merely sighed and closed his eyes. Diavolo's booming laughter did little to chase away the shadows.

#diamonth2022 #obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #omswd diavolo #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #my writing

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fantasyinvader · 1 year ago

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Thinking about it some more.

Naming the scene where the cast pledges to follow Edelgard and fight the church "Path of Thorns" is ultimately putting a judgement call on the route. Thorns represent sin, meaning an offense against morality or religion, an action that is reprehensible or an often serious shortcoming. Like hadou, it does not have positive connotations. Path of Thorns, in particular, refers to a verse in the Bible about how such a path is the path of a sluggard, or lazy person, while the path of the righteous is a clear highway.

The path the game wants the player to take is them fighting Edelgard, while the player is also tasked with guiding their students. The options that unlock Safflower goes against this. The first option is the player dropping their duties as a teacher for a week in order to accompany Edelgard to Enbarr at her request. The second is siding with her after the Holy Tomb, where she tasked her soldiers with killing your students if they got in her way. You've put Edelgard above your other students, selecting the options that are presented as changing the story, and as a result lead them into joining her.

You didn't do your job, hence the Path of Thorns. You've committed sin in the eyes of the game. Likewise, you've prevented your students from fighting Edelgard and her hadou. Hadou, where the people are supposed to rise up and overthrow such a leader. Instead, the BE's enable her and are called the true face of the Empire.

But if you think about it, this also puts Byleth on a similar level to the lords and the themes of responsibility.

Edelgard seeks power, but hates the duties and responsibilities that come with it. She wants to get rid of those duties and responsibilities as well as the institution that promotes them, all while increasing her own power. She would hate Spider-man.

Dimitri accepts his duties, but has the wrong idea about what they mean. After he learns to live for himself and the people present rather than the dead, he realizes he doesn't want to do those things because they're expected of him. Performing his duties as a good king to his people is what he actually wants.

Claude, in the Japanese script, is just learning that nobles have duties after moving to Fodlan. This concept is seemingly alien to him, and in Hopes he rejects it and pushes for the absolution of the Church as a result. But in Houses, he learns from Fodlan and brings parts of it's culture back to Almyra to enact change there. outright says he'll put an end to Edelgard hadou/military rule, while the Japanese makes out that while they both are against the Church initially their ideals/goals are not the same. Not to mention in Hopes when he betrays Edelgard after talking to Byleth/Sothis, he points out how the Alliance joined out of duress and as he fights he talks about protecting the Alliance. Even asks Lorenz to look after it if things go wrong for him. Claude may not join the Church or Kingdom, but he becomes the hero in this path only to be defeated for it. He accepts whatever Sothis told him and opposed Edelgard's Agarthan-inspired outlook.

And that's not even going into the fact Edelgard is brandishing a weapon with the Crest of the Beast on it linking her to the devil arcana, uses demonic beasts as war assets, opposes the Goddess and her children for the sake of those living underneath the Earth's surface who are associated with snakes/serpents and have a history of tempting people away from what the Church teaches. Combine this with Claude's arc and his solution to the path of thorns, getting rid of the thorns (Edelgard and Hubert) while joking about wearing boots, and it's pretty clear.

If you have any understanding of Christian symbolism, the game is telling you Edelgard is the villain just like it does if you have understanding of Buddhist symbols.

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harrisonarchive · 2 years ago

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Monty Python's Life Of Brian... and George Harrison's cameo (filmed in Tunisia in September 1978).

"We were looking for four million dollars. Nobody has that amount of money. But eventually when we finally got to California, George says, 'Yeah, I figured it out. We’re going to create a company and we’re going to give you the money, and it’s four million dollars.’ And he mortgaged his house to put up the money for this movie because he wanted to see it, which is still the most anybody’s ever paid for a cinema ticket. It was the most extraordinary act of benevolence and farsightedness. He paid for the entire film. I think the reason he did it is because he was a Python fan. You could not get through the door without seventeen lines being quoted. I mean, on tour he called himself Jack Lumber. And it was a bit like Bialystock and Bloom, him and his manager, because they can’t possibly have imagined it was going to make any money. And of course it did, it started to make money, which was like, Oh no!" - Eric Idle, Living In The Material World

“Life of Brian wouldn’t have been made without George. When the head of EMI read our script, he was so shocked by its content he withdrew the company’s financial backing. George invested his own money in the movie to the tune of several million pounds, explaining he just wanted to see the film. As Terry Jones remarked, that must have made it the most expensive ticket in cinema history.” - Michael Palin, BBC Radio 2, 2009

"[George] pulled out a photo of his baby son Dhani, and showed the group. Baby Dhani was dressed in a miniature Gumby suit, thanks to his Uncle Eric." - Kim Howard Johnson's on set memories, KimHowardJohnson dot com (x)

"Well, if you’re looking for me, then everybody’s going to look like that. There’s just one little shot, it’s probably about 12 frames. Do you know the scene where he comes out of the room and there’s crowds of people in the house and #JohnCleese is there saying, ‘Those people with gifts form a queue on the left. Those possessed by demons over to the right,’ and then he comes out and he says, ‘Brian, Mister Papadopolous has promised to loan us the mount for Monday.’ You have to go through it again and see that scene and it cuts across and I’m in the crowd. And I just say, ‘Eh, hello, thank you or something… hello!’ That’s all it is!" - George Harrison, Undercover, 1992

"Actually all it [the movie] made fun of was the people's stupidity in the story. Christ came out of it looking good! Myself and all of Monty Python have great respect for Christ. It's only the ignorant people - who didn't care to check it out - who thought that it was knocking Christ. Actually it was upholding Christ and knocking all the idiotic stuff that goes on around religion, like the fact that many folks often misread things and will follow anybody. Brian's saying, 'Don't follow me. You're all individuals.' It's like Christ said, 'You'll all do greater work than I will.' He wasn't trying to say, 'I'm the groove, man, and you should follow me.' He was out there trying to, as [comedian] Lord Buckley would have said, 'Knock the crows off the squares,' trying to hip everybody to the fact that they have the Christ within." - George Harrison, Musician, November 1987

"For George, the shock of finding himself in a crowd mobbing someone else was too much and he took early retirement and went back to his previous career as a musician." - Michael Palin in his speech at the 10th anniversary party, October 1988 (x)

“We shared one brief moment years ago that […] I’m sure meant nothing to him, but has stuck with me ever since. The first time I met him was in the Sidi Mansour while we were filming Monty Python’s Life of Brian; George had just arrived as we were all watching rushes. At some point, as the group exited and was milling around in the lobby, I introduced myself and gave him a copy of one of my Python fanzines. He began looking through it as Eric Idle approached and asked what he was doing. He showed Eric the zine. ‘This gentleman just gave me one of his Python magazines,’ he told him. This gentleman. George Harrison called me a gentleman! This was particularly amazing to me because at that moment, I looked like anything but a gentleman. I had gone to the hotel directly from the hot, dusty, dry set, I was wearing a tank top and shorts. My hair looked like it was cut in a way that it would all fit under a Roman soldier helmet without any of it sticking out, that being the purpose. I may have looked like many things, but a gentleman would not have been high on the list. But none of that mattered to George. He was all about respect, even to one odd, enthusiastic young stranger. This gentleman…” - Kim “Howard” Johnson, howardjohnsonblog dot com, 24 February 2014 (x)

“[HandMade Films] was born out of people’s bigotry. So good for George [Harrison]. And George loved it, loved the idea that he’d taken on the forces of reaction and won. It was a very Beatle-ish thing to do.” - Michael Palin, Very Naughty Boys: The Amazing True Story of HandMade Films

“George said, ‘Well, you know, when ‪The Beatles‬ were breaking up, Python kept me sane, really, so I owe you one.’” - Terry Jones, Very Naughty Boys: The Amazing True Story of HandMade Films

"[Without George funding it,] Life of Brian would never have been made.” - Eric Idle, Very Naughty Boys: The Amazing True Story of HandMade Films

“[George] actually mortgaged his house in Henley to put the money down to set up Handmade Films, the production company that backed ‪Life of Brian‬.” - Michael Palin, The Independent, 1 December 2001

“It was Ray Cooper who told us when we interviewed him, that some people, when they become rich and famous, just keep their hands in their pockets and never help anyone. Whereas George was always putting his hand in his pocket to help people. He believed he had been given great wealth for a reason and if he could share his good fortune, then that was part of what he was meant to do in his lifetime. As George says in the movie, he loved Monty Python and that was the reason he started the company in the first place – to help his friends because he loved them so much.“ - Kim Leggatt, producer and director of An Accidental Studio, beatles dot kielce dot com dot pl, 28 May 2019

“A lot of people don’t know that side of George, who was much more of a Renaissance man than people think. He had a feeling for all kinds of things and by golly, we all sure miss him.” - Neil Innes, Los Angeles Times, 10 October 2019 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #quotes about George #Michael Palin #Eric Idle #et al #George and Michael Palin #George and Eric Idle #1978 #1970s #Harrison cameos #HandMade Films #Ray Cooper #fits queue like a glove

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female!

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics,

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much

Gojou Satoru

Words: 700

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill.

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out.

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser.

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then.

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year.

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people.

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness.

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips.

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-”

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming.

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’.

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!”

Fushiguro Megumi

Words: 700

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago.

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in.

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused.

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more.

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses.

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least.

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist.

You would figure it out in due time!

❍❍❍

You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel.

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding.

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved.

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first.

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster.

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue.

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!”

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face.

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too.

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-”

“Dear Lord, what did I get into”

Itadori Yuji

Words: 600

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something.

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him.

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you.

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed.

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile.

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!”

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die.

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction.

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back.

But he didn't have a say anyway.

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door.

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You look great-”

“You look crazy beautiful-”

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one.

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car.

“You are the worst two humans in existence.”

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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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Okay so imagine the brothers are offered back their divinity if they kill the MC. How would they react? (Oh or for more angst- get back Lilith in exchange for MC’s life?)

Ohohoho, is this angst hour I sense? Thank you for this ask, and I’m...sorry in advance for the heavy feelings-

(Me: Okay angst time, time to play the appropriate song

*begins playing Spiderman Pizza Delivery Theme*

Me: let’s begin)

Trigger Warnings: Panic Attack (Beel’s Prompt), PTSD Symptoms (Also Beel’s Prompt), Talk of Loss

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Obey Me! Brothers’ Reactions To An Ultimatum

Lucifer

Well, he certainly does think about it.

No, not about the divinity...but about Lilith.

They could have her back in their lives? All for the price of one human?

This human, who has caused him nothing but grief and throws themselves head-first into danger.

If this was towards the beginning of the program, he’d be more inclined to take it-

But he doesn’t.

He can’t do that to you. Not you. You, who had repaired their broken family. You, who had seen all of their flaws and strengths and passions and fears and embraced them.

You, who continues to smile so brightly and say his name with utmost faith in him.

He lowers his arm. You look fearful, but...resigned. Like it will be fine, like it was okay if he killed you.

He hates it.

“Does your life matter to you that little?”

You smile sadly, and a small portion of him wants to scream. No no no, it cries out, this isn’t how you’re supposed to be! Your smiles aren’t supposed to be full of sorrow!

“Your sister meant-...means a lot to you. To all of you. Who am I to take that away, huh?”

He walks over to you, his steps measured. You close your eyes, waiting for the killing blow-

A weight settles on your head, giving it a few rubs. “You are worth more than you could ever know. Remember that.”

He continues to walk, heading out the door. A few tears drip from your face onto the floor.

He could care less about his divinity. If he had to choose here or the Celestial Realm, he’d much rather stay here. He knows, deep in his heart, that Lilith lived a long and successful life.

You, however, are irreplaceable.

Mammon

“H-Hey...ya gotta be kidding me.”

“Well?” You grin, holding your arms out. Your stance is peaceful, like all you’re asking for is a hug. But he knows better.

Divinity and Lilith? All for killing-...

For killing you?

He hates this. He hates the look in your eyes, hates the trust you’re showing him, and hates your bleeding heart that’s just waiting to be taken for granted. Hell, it already has been taken for granted.

“What do you think you’re doin’, playin’ the hero? Wanting to sacrifice yourself? You think that’ll make us happy?!” Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

You lower your arms, shocked. “Wha-”

You let out a small oomph as he tackles you into a hug, pulling you close.

“You’re trembling, ya idiot.” He mumbles, and you feel something wet drip onto your shirt. He’s crying, you realize. He’s crying because this hurts him.

“Mammon...I-”

He pulls back to clamp his hands down onto your shoulders. “Save it!” He barks forcefully, making you blink. “Ya really thought I’d give all this up? For something that’s already happened? I like what we got goin’ here. My brothers like this life way better than the ones we had in the Celestial Realm. Everyone’s happier lately, and it’s ‘cause of you.”

The minute trembling that ran through your body before returns in full force, tears pooling forth as you grip his shirt. He pulls you back into the hug, and you feel safe. That’s right; he’s your number one protector, the Avatar of Greed.

How could you forget that?

He grins, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair in a playful manner. You laugh thickly, your tears still falling. “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, and don’tcha forget it!”

Because you are his priceless treasure. Not Lilith, not some stupid divinity...

You.

Leviathan

Leviathan has always been the outcast.

His passions, his fears, his confidence...All of those are wildly different from his brothers’. He’s not as close as Beel and Belphie are, or as Lucifer and Mammon are, or as Asmo and Satan are.

He’s the black sheep of the family.

“Y-You’re leaving it up to me...?”

You nod. Oh, how he wishes this was just a run-through of an anime script. You two would spend long hours into the night reading the lines and acting them out, repeating each scene until it was done flawlessly.

But reality is far too cruel.

“It’s your family. Your story. I’m just a side character, if you will.”

Your smile is cynical. He wants nothing more than to throw his spare Ruri-chan blanket around your shoulders and force you to marathon the entire series of “I Love My Best Friend But I Get Everything Back If I Kill Them...I Have A Choice To Make!”.

He takes a step forward. Then another. “You...Why would you do that?”

You laugh, a warm sound that serves to make his stomach knot with dread.

“Because I love you guys, why else?”

Silence. He doesn’t know what to say. What’s the right thing to do? What can he do, with his small confidence?

He’s struck with a memory, of the two of you gaming in his room. He had felt terrible due to his brothers critiquing his love for anime to the point he started to berate himself for it, and you merely patted his shoulder while telling him words he’d never forget.

“There’s things only you can do, Levi. So when you start to overthink...just feel, and let your body handle the rest.”

It’s time to take you up on your advice.

“Ghk-!” You stumble as he lunges at you, the both of you toppling to the floor. He’s crying, clinging to you like a lifeline.

“I-I could never kill the Henry to my Lord of Shadows...Every Lord of Shadows only has one Henry...!!”

Leviathan has always been the outcast. He still is, but when he’s with you he feels like he belongs.

Satan

“No.”

“...Huh.” You blink at him. You’re not sure if you heard him right. Did he just-...say “no”?

“No.” He says again, his eyes narrowing. “Please tell me you’re joking about this.”

Why? Why would you throw away your life like that? For their “happiness”? Give him a break.

“What do you think you’re accomplishing by doing this?” His voice starts quiet, growing in volume as he steps towards you. You backpedal, not expecting the angered response, which only serves to fuel his fury.

“Do you think it’d make us happy? Do you think we’d jump at the chance to sacrifice you for something that’s better long forgotten? Do you really think so little of us? Well? ANSWER ME!!”

You flinch as he gets in your personal space, only to freeze when arms wrap around you and squeeze you tight.

“I was born from Lucifer’s wrath, the only bona-fide demon among my other brothers. For a long time, all I knew was anger and hate,” he whispers, stubbornly refusing to look at your shocked gaze. “I began to read to learn more, to be able to feel other emotions. But the anger and hate stayed, concealed by the thin veil I constructed to make myself more likeable. More polite. More charming.”

He wanted nothing to do with Lucifer. He wanted it so bad it hurt. So he built himself a brand-new personality, becoming someone others could rely on, all so he could spite him.

And then you came along.

Your eyes water as you realize that you feel him shaking. “I never met her, you know, but I’ve seen her through his eyes. I feel his lingering pain, and sometimes it makes me want to tear my own chest out,” he says, voice wobbling. “But to ask you to do that...to give you up for something I have no right to feel upset about...it’s something I won’t do. Ever. Not when you saved me.”

You rest your hand on his back as you return the hug, a choked sob escaping you. “Satan, I-”

“You saved me.” He whispers fervently. “Do you understand? That means everything.”

You claw the back of his shirt, your breath hitching as you succumb to your tears. You both end up falling to the floor, hugging each other like your lives depend on it.

He doesn’t need divinity he’s never had. No, not when he has you.

Asmodeus

“Oh, love...you...”

He could go back? He could go back and get his little sister back?

But if he did, then you’d-...you’d...

“I know how much you miss being the Jewel of the Heavens.” You say, sitting next to him. It’s supposed to be a quiet night, one where you both relax and take care of each other, but then this opportunity appeared and-

He...didn’t know what to do.

- No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what to do. There was only ever one option for him.

“I’m hurt.”

You look over at him, surprised. His voice is small and he’s pouting, but there’s a tremble in his bottom lip as his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“I’m hurt, you know!” He repeats, and by now you’re pretty sure your mouth hangs open. “I’m hurt that you’d think so low of me!”

You scramble to explain. “Asmo, that’s not-”

“But it is!” He cries, interrupting you. “It’s exactly that! Did you think I would actually take that chance?!”

Your eyes soften. You go to place a hand on his shoulder, only to still when he slaps it away. “...Asmo.”

He throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around your neck as he clings to you. You don’t have the heart to throw him off, wrapping your own arms around him.

“We’ve come all this way because of you.” He murmurs against you. “And you’re the only one who loves me for me. Although, my looks are definitely a strong point-”

You chuckle weakly, feeling your own tears start to fall. He smiles once he hears you, happy to know that he lifted your mood even if it was just by a little.

“-if I gave you up, these past years would have been for nothing. So, no; I won’t do it. Besides, have you seen the following I have down here? I’m on my way to becoming the Jewel of Devildom!”

You move one hand to rest on his head, a warm smile spreading across your face. You don’t notice how he looks at your expression with awe and adoration, giving his head a few pats.

“I know you can do it.”

Well. With you by his side, he can do anything.

Beelzebub

This isn’t happening. This- This can’t be happening.

Not again...not again...!

He grasps his chest and stumbles back from you, and he hears the way you call his name with worry in your voice. You sound far away, he thinks to himself. Are you already dead? Where is he? Did he fail again? Is this the Celestial War? Maybe that’s why he smells iron, hears screaming, hears himself screaming. It’ll explain the pain at least, and he would chuckle if he wasn’t too busy gasping for air.

Ah, his heart feels like it’s on fire it hurts so bad. Is it tearing itself in two? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to do...he doesn’t know who to choose-

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts...!

“Beel, can you hear me? Take deep breaths. Okay? Please, breathe!”

- Huh?

He feels something on his face. What is that?

Oh, this warmth...It’s almost like-

Your name falls from his lips. You sigh in relief, sitting back.

“I’m glad you’re okay. How do you feel?”

How do you feel? You just said it was okay if he chose his angel status and Lilith over you, and you’re asking him how do you feel?

He lowers his hands, frowning at you. “...Why did you ask me?”

His voice is small. Fragile. Your heart breaks at the sound of it, tears building as you see his form shake.

“Why did you ask me, when the last time I did something I murdered my sister?”

You pat his arm, reaching a hand over to give him a side hug. “Remember what Lucifer said. She wasn’t murdered; she lived happily as a human, right up until she died of old age.”

All the more reason not to do it.

He sinks into your hold. You shoulder his weight with no complaints. “I can’t do it. You’re family; I-” he swallows past the lump in his throat, tears streaming down his face. “...I love you too much.”

Because he could care less about his angel status. Because Lilith already lived her life of peace. It still hurts, but you were the one to hold his hand when he had nightmares. You were the one who saw past his intimidating form and hung out with him.

You are important, and Beelzebub will take on the Celestial Realm himself if anything happened to you.

Belphegor

...He’s quiet.

Well, it’s to be expected. He hates humanity, and it’s his younger sister we’re talking about here, not to mention how close they were.

“So?” You ask as you lean back, the wall of the planetarium supporting your weight. “I don’t mind if you choose her and your status. It’s-”

“I could give a rat’s ass about my status as an angel.” He snaps. “Just shut up for a second and listen.”

You shut your mouth. What were you gonna say to that? An angry Belphie is not a Belphie to speak lightly with.

You jolt a bit as you feel hands lightly smack against your cheeks, smooshing your face. He tugs your head so that you’re staring at him, and it’s then that you notice how his eyes waver.

“I killed you,” he says, his brows furrowing, “I killed you. And yet you’d let me choose?”

You snort, raising a hand to cover his own. “Yep. Your move, Sleeping Beauty.”

He doesn’t understand. Why would you give him that power? He had robbed you from your family when he took your life. He temporarily washed out your future.

Did you really trust him that much...?

“It tore Beel and I apart when we learned she was dead. I-...I blamed myself.” He starts, and you don’t have the heart to stop him. Not when you already made peace with your end. “I started eating less, sleeping more. I despised Lucifer, and I despised all of humanity for taking my little sister away from me.”

You remained quiet. He lets out a frustrated huff, shaking you a bit.

“And then you came. You freed me from that place, you mended what was broken, and you-...you forgave me. And I will never betray that trust; not now, and not in the future.”

He bumps his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You close yours as well, feeling the tears drip from your face and onto the floor. He’s...choosing you? Over everything he’s ever wanted?

What did you do to deserve someone like him in your life?

“So don’t you forget it, you idiot.”

#obey me shall we date #my heart tore to pieces writing this #this was wonderful to write for though thank you anon #om swd #swd om #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons

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veraverorum · 3 years ago

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To say that Airplane soaring towards the sky missed things from his previous life was an understatement.

For sure, as Shang Qinghua his life was better all around. In regard to his physical appearance, he went from zero to hero, so to speak. Then he married a super hot man, no matter how cold he was. The husband came with a crown, so who was the winner there?! Shang Qinghua was!

Anyway. The other side of the coin was that all the pop culture, electronic gadgets and modern comforts did not exist.

His brain felt so understimulated sometimes.

To make things right, Shang Qinghua turned to his black powder fan Peerless Cucumber, nowadays known under the name Shen Qingqiu, reminiscing about what was lost, all the memes they could remember, movies and other trivias.

Despite their common origin though, his fellow transmigrator was often busy with an extremely demanding husband of his own. He couldn't equally share his time between husband and friend, not when said friend would come out defeated by such a clash, so Shang Qinghua had to do by himself.

By now everyone knew that Shang Qinghua was odd. The "he talks but nobody manages to understand what he means" kind of odd. Yet Shang Qinghua was not only a peak lord, but also a crowned consort of the Northern deserts, so he was allowed many odd things by everyone else.

Starting from Mobei-jun himself.

But the immense love that the Northern deserts ruler had for his spouse didn't mean that what Shang Qinghua said was less strange, even to him.

Nevertheless, Mobei-jun never complained about it and Shang Qinghua loved him even more for that.

Didn't mean that he couldn't have fun at his husband's expense though. Just a bit.

Like when they happened to leisurely walk in the woods, the morning mist rising up from the soil and shining under the sunlight… and it wasn't the only thing shining…

Mobei-jun's beautiful skin had a natural bluish tint to it; but when the demon walked in the sun, the reys hitting him just at the right angle, that pale skin showed that his husband was really a creature born of ice, sparkling like a crystal.

Shang Qinghua could really not stop himself.

"You're impossibly fast and strong," he paused for the drama.

"Your skin is pale white and ice-cold. Your eyes change colour."

"My eyes don't change colour," the demon tried to correct his spouse, knowing it would be useless.

"And sometimes you speak like you're from a different time."

Mobei-jun sighed extra silently, a tiny clenching and relaxing of his facial muscles.

"You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight."

Blue eyes rolled back in the demon's head, his palms turning towards the sky.

"How old are you?"

"We've already gone through this. You know my age."

Shang Qinghua cleared his throat, looking pointedly at his husband.

"Twenty-seven," Mobei-jun said, resigned to his fate.

"How long have you been twenty-seven?"

"A while," it was more a mumble than actual words, but Shang Qinghua could work with that.

"I know what you are," looking at his husband from over his shoulder, he winked at him in place of a cue.

"Say it," certainly Mobei-jun would never have an acting call with how he didn't follow the script.

"Vampire."

"Shang Qinghua, you should know very well I'm a demon."

No matter how flat Mobei-jun's tone was, how unenthusiastic about the whole thing he was, Shang Qinghua saw the smile bloom on his husband's face in response to his own giggles.

If something silly and incomprehensible like that was enough to put Shang Qinghua in a good mood, Mobei-jun would gladly oblige his consort. And Shang Qinghua would gladly take advantage of it.

[This ficlet and many others are in my Moshang AO3 collection] [if you want to send prompts my askbox is always open]

#moshang #shang qinghua #mobei jun #svsss #scum villain #Vera's work

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incorrect-web-novels · 4 months ago

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Anyway, I think Fu Junling's POV (as of Chapter 55) would be so funny because. Like. You're the only friend of the rising star of the cultivation world. But, oh no! He gets kidnapped by the demon lord & is rumored to be going through numerous humiliations. Then you see him with his captor… and he seems to actually really like his “captor…?” Okay, well, if bedding the cultivator world’s number one enemy makes him happy, I guess…

And then the demonic and righteous cultivators go to war, and Xie Huai KILLS the demon lord he seems fond of… which is actually in-character for him… but then he spends the next 9 years tormenting himself by staying in the Demon lord's palace and ignoring the entire world…

But then?! He's actually interested in spending time with someone?! Man, this new guy is actually pretty sweet and cute and- oh, wait, he's exactly like the demon lord that broke my best friend's heart, huh?

#not a quote #fu junling #The Demon Lord Only Wants to Follow the Script #spoilers #the demon lord only wants to follow the script spoilers #as of chapter 55. this was brought on by thinking about if Fang Li would start acting #...as he did as Yan Sui after being 'cured' of his 'insanity'#delete later #<-I'll probably remake this when I finish the novel #web speaks #my posts #well not 'exactly like' but it does look like Xie Huai has a Type

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borealiszero · 2 years ago

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I'm reading a new book "The Demon Lord Only Wants to Follow the Script" and it made me realise that i like tragedy. Q intense screaming

#The Demon Lord Only Wants to Follow the Script #danmei lb #WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS *take fang li and hurls him into the wall*#*twirls hair and giggling* i loooooooove mcs that are suicidal kindest to others and cruelest to themselves #exhibit b: kim dokja' su yang' xiao yu'an' pyyrha halloran #maybe something about their self destructive tendency makes me feels something ...#self recognition through others (affectionate)

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rosies-batim-blog · 3 years ago

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LAMP au Stuff #1

The Ink Demon/”Bendy”, despite showing up before the machine gets turned on and possessing Henry, is actually going to try and mostly stick to the script.

Yes, major parts are being derailed, but so long as the story keeps progressing and doesn’t seem like it’s being completely changed, “Bendy” is hoping that Joey won’t notice that something is wrong.

Because their plan relies on them getting to The End and from there to Joey’s apartment.

They don’t know how much control Joey has over the story once it’s been kicked into motion (or if he fully knows what’s happening in it) and, frankly, they don’t want to find out.

So, Joey must be kept in the dark.

(Although, based on some of the things Joey says in Henry’s memories, they think he doesn’t actually know what happens once he sends Henry in. Just how long it takes for Henry to finish a run.)

As such, “Bendy” will probably be doing his best to play Henry’s “part” in the story. Following his lines/actions as close as he can during the slower parts of the chapters. (Since most of the cutscenes are supposed to be out of Henry’s control and as such Joey would never expect Henry to be able to do anything during them.)

That said, they’ll still be doing things to streamline/make the whole thing easier for themselves. Such as trying to sway various monsters to their side, or remove them from the equation if they’ll be a problem later on.

(And, maybe, trying to be nice to his host by rescuing some of them for Henry.)

The major ones are (as many an AU writer knows) Sammy/The Prophet, The Projectionist, Malice, Boris, Allison, and Tom.

Each has potential bonuses, or detriments, to “Bendy” that will probably have an effect on what he does with them.

(Which is me saying “I don’t know what’ll work best, so I’m telling you ALL the options.”)

Sammy would probably be easiest to sway since the Ink Demon would just have to flex his powers to prove he's the real deal. A loyal minion can be useful in a pinch, and could potentially make dealing with things later easier. (Like splitting up to finish Malice’s chores, or having back-up in a fight.)

But it could also be easier/more practical to just snatch Sammy's soul and shove him into the shared body as another passenger.

After all, Sammy isn’t fully sane (and not that subtle) and his presence could alert others to the fact that something wasn’t right with “Henry”. It could be a problem if Sammy started rambling about the “mercy” or “skill” of his “Lord” when he’s obviously referring to Henry and not “Bendy”.

The Projectionist would probably get soul-grabbed since he only shows awareness in the train room and the Ink Demon won’t be there to "rescue" Henry. And if he’s not aware, it won’t be possible to sway him to their side. It would mess with a “major” cutscene, but so would the Ink Demon not showing up. As much as having the Projectionist along would be helpful, avoiding getting into a fight would be more practical in the long run.

“Bendy” has no plans of swaying OR soul-snatching Malice, not only because they don’t get along, but because her being an enemy is needed to get deeper into the studio. (Oh, he plans to keep her from getting Boris, but until then it would be easier to keep her chapter as close to the script as possible.)

That said, he’s completely down to mess with her.

Mostly due to Uncanny Valley spookiness or the Demon being unsettling while pretending to be Henry. Not reacting the way she wants/expects, grinning too wide around her, taking some cheap-verbal shots when he can. You know, getting under her skin.

The Ink Demon also finally understands Henry's soft spot for Boris, now that he can hang around the wolf without scaring him senseless. Boris is a good boy and he wants to keep him safe. He drops the creepiness around Boris/hides it better to make sure the wolf will stay near. Again, he tries to keep acting like Henry around the wolf so that things will progress the way they’re meant to.

But, if he fails to keep Malice from getting her claws on the wolf, he plans to soul-grab to keep him from the puddles. (And to keep Henry from getting upset/depressed again.)

“Bendy” doesn't have much of an opinion of Allison and Tom, and he may have outright dodged them instead of being a prisoner of theirs. That would make them the one point where he deliberately goes off-script.

But, if they did catch him, he’d try to play along as long as he could. (Though, should they try to take him out/realize that something’s wrong, he’d try to soul-snatch instead of sending them to the puddles.)

(It’s implied that “Bendy” and Thomas knew each other, but their relationship wasn’t great. The demon now knows that it’s more to do with Joey than anything on their parts, but I’d say there’s still a divide/disconnect between them.)

Now, I’ve done some thinking about the soul-grabbing and Henry’s view/perspective, so I’m going to talk about that.

Henry has no control over his body, he’s basically a passenger/viewer in his own body and can’t really do anything about it. But he still feels everything happening to him, like the ink on his clothes, when “Bendy’s” picked things up or moving them around, when they get hurt, etc.

It’s very unsettling and would be really terrifying if the demon wasn’t trying to respect Henry’s limits and trying to do things that Henry wants to happen.

There’s also an emotional/mental connection between the two as well, letting them communicate without having to speak out loud and tell how each other is feeling. (Which is how “Bendy” knows how Henry is doing if he thinks the human might be lying or trying to hide it.)

“Bendy”, however, holds the majority of the power, so he can keep Henry from knowing everything in his head (as well as peer into Henry’s mind/memories when he needs to). He can also cut Henry off to keep him from seeing or feeling something happening. He tells Henry about it but says he’ll try to avoid doing it unless it’s something really bad or will majorly upset the human.

Soul-grabbing involves “Bendy” shoving his hand into the person’s chest, pulling out a ball of light, then shoving it into Henry’s chest instead.

Any soul that gets added is “knocked out” for a while before they wake up and join the mind connections. They’re all in a situation similar to Henry’s, they can see and hear everything but they can’t do anything unless the Demon allows it. Though, for them, all other senses are muted.

But, since the demon has power over the souls once he grabs them, so when he shoves them in, he also tries to mend the soul’s mind/personality while he’s at it.

For some of the souls, it’s easier to mend the damage than others. (Especially since he’s got Henry’s memories to compare them to.) Though it’s never an instant fix.

He might have a “safe haven” that they end up in when he lets Henry’s body rest/sleep. Or at least a spot to let them feel like themselves/have some space instead of being constantly forced to be around each other. (Like a dreamscape house or something. Possibly based on someplace that Henry knows that isn’t the studio.)

#like a man possessed au #lamp au #henry stein #sammy lawrence #bendy #ink demon #malice #the projectionist #norman polk #susie campbell #allison pendle #Thomas Conner #allison angel #tom the wolf #boris the wolf #rosies aus #bendy and the ink machine #batim

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Heat of the Moment

A Dante x Reader Valentine’s Day Special!

Your mom had always told everyone, in a disapproving tone, that you were too impulsive for your own good. You darted into the road to get a runaway ball. You bought that awesome looking jacket, without checking to see if it was on sale. And now, because you were craving pizza, and didn’t want to shell out the four bucks extra for delivery, you were in a mighty fine pickle.

You decided that taking the deserted looking street at near midnight, just to shave a few minutes off your walk to Angelo’s Pizzeria was a perfectly splendid idea. So splendid, you didn’t notice the shadowy figures following you, until you were grabbed from behind, and a cloth covered with some sort of chemical was placed over your screaming mouth.

So now, here you stood, or rather...laid, on cold grey stone, that seemed to leech all warmth away from your flesh. It was still dark, but illuminated by torches, you seemed to be surrounded by columns of stone, like you were in some knock off kid sized version of Stonehenge. You immediately attempted to get up, only to find to your irritation, your wrists and ankles were bound by industrial grade chains.

“The offering has awoken!” called out a woman’s voice, and from the darkness, like the damn Ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings, nine cloaked figures came out of the darkness. You tried to make out their faces, but both their pitch black cloaks, and blood red masks hid everything about them.

“Brothers and Sisters, we are gathered here tonight to call forth from the very bones of the earth, a power far greater than any human can imagine. The stars have aligned, the incense has been lit. All now,” she motioned to the cultist beside her, who handed her a leatherbound book, “Is to speak the incantations, and complete the rituals.”

And then, with the help of her assistant, the group began to chant. You had no idea of what was being spoken, but it sounded Latin.

“Really... Latin? Guys, there are a tonne of other languages you could use! What happened to originality?!” you grumbled, but while you could feel their glares, none stopped their inane chants

Upon each pillar, a letter lit up, one at a time. You couldn’t recognize the script, but it looked like a five year old’s attempt to write Hebrew. For some reason, that irked you. This makes no sense. Latin is an Indo-European language, and Hebrew is a totally different family! These idiots are mixing everything up!.

But the incantation seemed to do the trick, and the flames grew, and changed to a sickly green colour. And now, all these cultists raised their arms in exultation

“Lord of the Underworld, we present you this offering, a Virgin Offering, for you to consume!” The lead cultist chanted.

“Wait!” you blurted out, in a desperate attempt to avert your fate, “I’m not a virgin! I’ve had sex before, dozens...no, hundreds of times!”

Her assistant leaned over you, their mask barely concealing his skepticism.

“Name one person you have laid with,” he tested.

“Well…” Your mind was blank, and so you went with the first thing that shot through your brain.

“Your mom, for starters.”

You could have slapped yourself for such a dumb comeback, had your wrists not being tied up, but you needn’t have worried about not getting slapped. The cultist’s lips twisted into a snarl, and you felt white hot pain radiating from your cheek, and the taste of blood filling your mouth. Even though it hurt like hell, one part of you was mentally high fiving at that comeback. His hand raised up one more time, to give another strike, but the leader quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Calm yourself, brother… the offering must remain undamaged. Besides,” and you could swear you heard a smirk in her voice, “It’s not their body that must be virginal, it’s the blood.”

Well shit, you thought, as you placed your burning cheek against the cool stone to relieve the pain.

The ritual continued. “We humble servants provide both the firstfruits of this offering to open the way.” The woman took out a jet black dagger, and approached you with steady steps. Would she cut out your heart, Temple of Doom style? Rip out your entrails? Slit your throat? All you could hope was that it would be quick and painless.

What you hadn’t expected was for her to grab one of your restrained hands and with surprisingly gentleness placed the edge of the obsidian blades against your palm.

As she dragged the razor sharp edge, a line of crimson bloomed, like a trail of bubbles. It almost didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t help but get upset. All this pomp and ceremony, and they were just giving you a cut that would irritate you for weeks...if you lived that long. Whatever happens, you said as the cultist began using your blood to paint the two largest stone pillars, in a perverse parody of the Passover ritual, I hope whatever these bastards are summoning crushes them.

“COME FORTH!” The whole group chanted in unison, “Taste the blood… DEVOUR THE FLESH!”

And without warning, the blood...YOUR blood, burst into flame, racing up the pillars as if gasoline had been pumping through your veins. At the top, the flames connected and formed a gateway...a hellgate. And within it, an orb, an inferno expanded...and a roar that sounded nothing like any earthbound animal emanated.

And then, an explosion of heat and sulfur knocked down the stones, and the cultists, sending the leader flying back several feet. Only you, chained to the granite altar, remained in place.

You squinted as the searing light dissipated. Among the now dying flames stood, or hovered… a demonic sight. You could swear you saw the air distort from the heat that seemed to generate from within his chest. Four leathery wings splayed out, the inner skin swirling designs constantly shifting, almost hypnotising. And the horns! A good foot long that curved and twisted, glowing like charred wood both above and around his face. A face that reminded what was in front of you. A demon. Teeth as long and sharp as paring knives, eyes glowing like the pits of hell. As if Satan himself had come up from the depths. And for all you knew… he probably had.

You heard the sound of crumpled paper. “Oh man,” the demon rumbled, his voice distorted by the sound of the exhaust coming from between his teeth, “I was just getting to the good part…”

“Oh Great and Powerful Lord…” the devil stared at the surrounding area, at the the cultists that had recovered began following their leader’s motions and bowed prostrate on the ground, and you still chained. It was hard to make out his expression, but it seemed like...surprise?

“We are your most humble servants,” the leader continued, “All we ask...is a scrap of your power...a trifle for one such as you, as payment for summoning you..My Lord?”

The demon didn’t even spare a second glance as he strode past her, past the other shrouded forms, and made a beeline towards you. This was it, you thought, time to come up with a witty parting remark. But of course, your impulsive nature wouldn’t cooperate right now. At least the demon seemed to be the ‘fire and fury’ style, he would probably consume you quickly.

He towered over you, and even now, the stone, which had been ice cold the entire time, began to heat up beneath you...sweat, both from terror, and the inferno looming above you, beaded on your forehead.

“My Lord?” the assistant asked, “Is the offering suitable for your arrival? They have a wicked tongue, but they are perfect for summoning.

“I think you got it all wrong buddy,” the demon turned his eyes on the unholy congregation, and strangely, a chill appeared in the air, “You guys didn’t summon me….” A razor claw extended out and pointed at you, “THEY did… and if they summoned me…” the cultists slowly became aware of what he was implying, the quicker ones started making a run for it, “YOU guys must be the offering! Who’s volunteering first?”

The answer was nine sets of panicking feet trying to sprint out of the stone circle. The demon glanced back at you, “You might want to cover your eyes for this, it’s gonna get a little messy,” and with the speed of a racing forest fire, he charged, blades of superheated air swirling around him.

The scream of the lead cultist was enough for you to clench your eyes shut, and then followed by a multiple of cries of terror and death, as the coppery scent of blood, not your own this time, scented the air.

A few minutes later, there was nothing but silence, except the sound of boots on gravel. You couldn’t help it, you took a peek.

Instead of the cultists, or the demon, there was just a guy, shaggy white haired, with a worn t-shirt that clung juuuuust right against his broad chest, and a smile on his face. You looked around, trying to find either a surviving cultist, or the demon, but all you could see in the darkness were void black shapes, lying on the grounds, their robes moving slightly in the breeze.

“That can’t be comfortable, let’s get you out of there,” the man said, and without a hint of effort, he gently grasped your hands, and with the other, he gave a quick yank. Immediately the sound of snapping metal, and to your amazement, your arms were free. And if you had thought he had done a sleight of hand with those chains, the way he effortlessly ripped the chains around your ankles off immediately clued you in that this man was more than he seemed.

You rubbed your wrists as you slowly sat up, staring at him. “Who are...you?”

“Ah, yeah...forgot to introduce myself in the whole hubbub. Cultists always ruining get togethers.” He stuck out his hand, “Name’s Dante.” And as you shook his hand, with your uninjured one, you noticed that for a brief moment, his eyes momentarily glowed red, like embers. Embers that had once been blazing coals.

He must have seen the flash of panic in your eyes, because he backed away, his hands raised in surrender.

“Don’t worry! I ain’t going to hurt you… yeah, I’m the demon those jackasses called for” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “but I’m not the ‘MUST RULE THE WORLD’ type, I usually am the one people call to get rid of what was being summoned, not actually BEING the ‘sommonee.’ Wait, is that the correct term?” He paused for a moment to think it over, before he seemed to come back to the present. “Anyways, I was just relaxing in my office, reading a magazine, and then POOF, I’m in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people with horrible sense of fashion. Speaking of my magazine...where did I put it?”

You saw the magazine, its pages fluttering in the wind, and picked it up. A copy of ‘Half Cocked’, and on its cover, a buxom young brunette was getting a bit too friendly with a revolver, alongside a well toned man wearing little more than a bandolier.

“Oh thanks!… that” he quickly snatched it out of your hands, “I read it mainly for the articles…” he explained lamely, before hurriedly shoving it in his back pocket, as he looked you up and down. “Besides...I got a feeling I won’t need it much anymore…” And in the flaming remnants of ritual, you swore you saw him turn a shade of pink...although that could just be the fire.

“Welp,” He stretched, “You ready to blow this popsicle stand? All that work made me famished.”

You had no idea where the hell you were, but you were still ravenously hungry. Which reminded you how you got into this mess in the first place.

“I could go for some pizza or-”

You felt a blaze of warmth, and suddenly you felt your legs swept under you, and you looked up at Dante, now back to his demonic form carrying you bridal style. But no longer did it strike fear in you, just a sense of awe...and admiration

“You truly know how to get to this demon’s heart,” he practically purred, and with a slight grunt, he leapt up and started flying towards the nearest collection of lights on the horizon. “Pizza it is, then!”

Despite the remnant of chill from spending God knows how long on that stone, and the brisk breeze of the upper atmosphere blowing past you, you didn’t feel a little bit cold. It was like being held by a flying furnace.

“You know Dante….” you spoke, barely audible above the wind.

“Hm?”

“You’re pretty hot.” Instantly, you realized what you had said, and would have preferred him to just drop you to your death at this very moment.

You heard him chuckle.

“Yeah, this form runs a bit warm….”

And even though he didn’t say it, you were almost certain he knew exactly what you meant.

#Devil May Cry #Dante #dante x reader #dante x you #Valentine's Day Special

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