#anyways i hope this post wasn't like too grim or anything because this is just a small idea i had for it

[kiyo-cant-write]

hi hi! jade req again, kinda toxic this time

can we get jade with a reader who’s really easy to manipulate and they know it? idk if it makes sense but like jade realizing reader isn’t oblivious to his manipulation, just kinda self-destructive and hopelessly into him

jade thought he was being slick because reader wasn’t calling him out on anything, but he overhears their conversation and finds out that they’re fully aware jade is a ton of red flags but is still staying anyway, and his reaction to that

i really hope this makes sense! idk how to word it

jade w/ an easily manipulated reader ✧･ﾟ

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Aw! Thank you for another request! I love Jade and Octavinelle so much! I hope that I did your idea justice. Please let me know if you'd like another request in the future! Onwards to the story! ^^

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Summary: Jade Leech has been stringing [Name] along for fun and due to the instruction of Octavinelle's Housewarden. He thought he was doing well... but it seems [Name] may have had ulterior motives.

TW/CW: Toxicity but the standard Fish Mafia kind

Notes: established "relationship", they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect, the reader is described as human and younger than Jade/frosh, ADeuce if you squint, implied to be post-Azul OB

Guest Stars: Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Grim, Azul Ashengrotto & Floyd Leech (referenced)

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Jade Leech

As much of a sadist as Jade can be, he's not exceptionally cruel outside of what he deems as the necessity for his purposes.

He is a bit smug when he thinks he has [Name] under control.

Jade is pretending to be "honor student Jade Leech."

He acts as their friend and support albeit for the Lounge.

He pretends to care, to do everything to help them.

He smiles at them, speaks politely, and even "affectionately."

They trust him and they tell him things they shouldn't.

He will use those bits of information when the time comes.

Every time they have an inkling of doubt, he squashes it.

His surprise is evident when Floyd points out that it might not be the case this time, but Floyd is Floyd and doesn't explain.

Wanting to make sense of this discovery, Jade observes [Name].

He watches to see if [Name] really has caught onto him.

Jade is intrigued and what he finds does not disappoint.

He is surprised to find that they caught on long ago.

But they stayed? Why?

Because they "love" him?

Why would they love the guy trying to string them along?

It didn't make sense to him. He felt a tug at his heartstrings.

Did he feel bad about this?

He didn't know what to do.

Jade starts to avoid [Name] after realizing their feelings.

He retracts further into his honor student persona.

[Name] will not win this fight. He will not be bested by a freshman.

The battle has just begun and Jade needs to bury this sinking feeling in his chest. What does it mean anyway?

Floyd serves as a live studio audience to Jade's struggles.

Jade is an observer. That had been his role for so long, that he wasn't sure when it began. Ever since he was young, he would watch and calculate while Floyd was the type to rush into things, be impulsive, and just a tad stupid at times, at least when they were young. Jade never intended to make his observations a skill, but sooner or later, everything becomes an asset.

That's what his father had always said.

His mother worried about the sadistic streak in her son, but she couldn't do anything to prevent its development. Jade was, after all, a member of the Leech family. He and Floyd would join the family business sooner or later unless they wholly refused its offer.

"[Full Name]," Jade mused to himself, "How interesting."

Azul had been the one to ask him to pay extra close attention to Ramshackle's Prefect in case they strayed too far from things, or got into any trouble. The magicless human that had saved others from themselves, they interested the owner of Mostro Lounge. Jade had simply agreed with Azul's request, observation was his skill, after all.

It had never been meant to evolve, and certainly not into this.

Jade watched as this person fell for his polite words hook, line, and sinker. It was almost too easy. They were shockingly trusting, telling him all sorts of things he could use to be downright evil if he wanted to be. It wasn't time for that, not yet, but one should always guard their secrets (perhaps not as much as Azul, but at least a bit).

He didn't need to do anything unless the moment called for it.

At the time, it had not been necessary.

That was weeks ago.

Azul hadn't given further instructions and, to be fair about it, Jade didn't want to earn that octomer's ire. Not today, anyway. He and Floyd were troublesome, yes, but not stupid.

So, as Azul had instructed, he was trailing the Prefect until told otherwise (or until it became boring, whichever arose first). Though their reactions had been predictable, he could argue that things were getting boring now.

Floyd would have given up ages ago, he was sure of it.

[Full Name] was currently spending their time with their classmates, Ace Trappola (easily swayed by competition and bets) and Deuce Spade (note: gullible as a child). Jade had kept an eye on the three of them (and Grim) because of their closeness. It was rather irritating how buddy-buddy they were. He had worked a bit to get [Name] alone those few times they had spoken privately.

Standing away from the trio, Jade listened in on their conversation.

"[Name], I don't think that this is good," Deuce told them, clearly worried for their friend's mental state, "You need to be more careful. Don't you remember what happened to me and Ace?"

"I fucking remember!" Ace chimed in, "It sucked. Don't trust fish."

"Nya! Fish are food, not friends," Grim told them, "Especially eels!"

"Ah... You guys..."

Jade almost wanted to chuckle at Grim's words of "wisdom" but he withheld it, knowing that he mustn't give away his position. Not yet.

"You shouldn't trust Leech-senpai," Deuce continued, "Do you not remember how he and his twin brother acted before?"

"THEY TRIED TO KILL US, [NICKNAME]!!" Ace interrupted Deuce, earning him a glare from the navy-haired boy, "Sorry, Deuce-chan."

"Don't call me that."

What Deuce was doing could only be described as glowering.

"Lighten up and help me convince [Nickname] not to get themselves murdered by a shady eel and a shadier octopus!" Ace told him, slapping Deuce on the shoulder, "Just because they're better doesn't mean they're changed fish! Fish are suspicious!"

"Ace, do you have some fish-related trauma outside of campus that I should know about?" Deuce asked him, "It's starting to seem—"

"FOCUS ON [NICKNAME], DEUCE."

Ace's reddened face was a sign that Deuce was on to something with that fishy nonsense. Jade Leech would remember that fact.

Fish trauma. Noted.

"....Okay," Deuce agreed, turning back to [Name], "Do you want to tell us what you've been doing with Leech-senpai? We're worried..."

Deuce trailed off for a moment before he added a Deuce-typical offer.

"I can fight him if you want me to. They're messing with my friend."

"N-no thanks, Deuce... I don't think I need that," [Name] said, laughing at the antics of her friends and roommate, "Honestly, I know he's not being honest with me... But I don't really... care?"

The words surprised Jade but he refused to give himself away. There was more information to be gathered, for his own needs and Azul's.

They don't mind my dishonesty? Heh...

"I have never been more concerned for you than I am right now," Ace said, tone lacking its usual goofy undertone, "Do you want me to tell Mom and Dad about anything? They would help..."

Ace wasn't sure what to do but this was a worry. So frantic to say his sentence Ace neglected to register his misnomer for Vice Housewarden Trey Clover and everyone's favorite senpai Cater Diamond. He could lay awake and think about that later.

Deuce clearly felt similarly as he reached out to put a hand on [Name]'s. He wasn't good at solving problems of the emotional variety but he could be a support. Or, he would try to be one.

"Even if we can't say anything helpful... We can be here to listen."

"I appreciate it, but I'm fine," [Name] tried to assure them (but it wasn't working), "I just... I like Jade-senpai... and if this is how... he will talk to me... then I am okay with it. I've just been going along with all... that."

Jade felt time stop for a millisecond as he processed the words. They had been "playing along"? They didn't fall for every trick? Perhaps this was more interesting than he had thought. Still. He didn't like being bested, perhaps he needed to up his game...

"[Name], that's not good... I don't think..." Deuce managed.

"I wish Mom and Dad were here..." Ace mumbled.

"[Name], don't leave me for a fish! It's not even tuna!"

Grim clung to his human with small paws, tail swishing.

Jade was baffled not by those that Azul had previously controlled but by [Name] themself. They were something odd amongst the students of Night Raven College. They didn't shy away from his... methods.

But they said they liked him. He wondered if that made him feel something. He wasn't one to like other people, stay around them long... especially these landfolk.

It was a foreign concept.

Oh dear. [Full Name], you've managed to intrigue me now.

To the concern of Deuce, Ace, and Grim, Jade Leech wouldn't be letting his human prey go any time soon. Not for Azul, or his brother... This was something he was pursuing now. For better or worse.

I hope they're prepared to best me once more.

What would they say if I said I "loved" them? ♪

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Imagine the rest for yourself~

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[plasky]

I just had a really dumb character idea

So you know how there's like mimics n stuff to which they transform/mimic and object/thing/person

I then also thought of a cuckoo bird and how it inacts brood parasitism

What if let's say this was translated to a sort of mimic thing where the mimic leaves their child to some random family and the child shifts to look like they belonged to that family although still looking more off/off-putting

The mimic child then causes "accidents" to the rest of the children in the family leaving only them in the end to have all the food and everything they need for themself to live

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 31

making amends / Make a Wish

Simultaneously posted to AO3 here.

"If you could make a wish for anything in the world, what would you wish for?"

As was so often the case nowadays, Yuu and Tsunotaro were walking through some of the crumbling buildings of Night Raven's campus, just the two of them.

At this hour, most of the lights were off. It made Yuu feel as though the two of them were at the brink of the world’s consciousness, and though it was isolating, it was also somewhat comforting to be alone with Tsunotaro.

Comforting... wasn't the right word.

Comfort could not describe the feeling that had begun to poke Yuu more and more nowadays.

It bloomed like a flower around Tsunotaro, drinking up his rainlike praise with zest.

Like the bud of a delicate flower, their feelings were similarly veritable to be bruised or snapped if the winds blew too sharply.

This is why Yuu refused to investigate the felling any further, afraid if they nudged it too hard, it would die.

Tsunotaro was just so hard to read. On the best of days, he was an open book, generous with the stories he chose to share with Yuu.

On the worst, he was sly, often bordering on duplicitous. He seemed to want to catch Yuu in a trap were they contradicted themselves, the only apparent reason for why being because he could.

"What would I wish for...?" he mused gently.

"Yep! Anything you want! Just one, though," they said, a goofy smile on their face.

It was such a simple question, perhaps even a frivolous one, but Yuu found their own sort of pleasure in drawing the mundane from the magnificent.

"Hmmm. What are the bounds of this wish?" he asked.

"I dunno. You can't wish for more wishes, I guess."

"How many laws of nature am I allowed to break?"

"Uhhh... just tell me your wish!" exclaimed Yuu.

He shook his head. "I don't have one. I was trying to establish the boundaries so I would have more Ideas."

Yuu sighed, laughing just a little at the end.

"What about you?" he inquired. "Do you have a wish you'd like to share?"

A wave of thrill rose up from Yuu's stomach to their spine at the words.

"I think... I think I'd want a way to make my soulmate stay with me forever."

They winced as Tsunotaro laughed.

"What a simple notion," he said, as his chortles died down. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you. It's very romantic, is all."

Yuu's brow furrowed, stamping out their hurt feelings.

"I guess," they said, trying to suck the venom out of his words with their nonchalant words.

"It's simply..." Tsunotaro trailed off, gesturing with his hands in the night air. "I cannot imagine finding any one person so alluring, that that's what I'd wish for before anything else."

"Really?" said Yuu, surprised. It wasn't their own feelings they were thinking of- Tsunotaro always gave off such a princely, dare they say romantic, air.

But Yuu wasn't blind enough to think of him as a prince on a white horse in silver armor. No, Tsunotaro was a man of shadows, who loved dearly but sparingly.

"That kind of love," he continued. "It's dangerous, or at least that's my impression."

Yuu hummed. He did have a point.

"But isn't there something so romantic about that?" they insisted, not able to let it go. "Loving someone so hard you lose yourself, being unable to tell where you end and where they begin? I mean, people go their whole lives never finding their soulmate."

Yuu smiled to themselves. "I'd rather have my soulmate and face all the problems in the world, than be able to sidestep a few alone."

Tsunotaro gave them a curious glance out of the corner of his eye.

"There isn't," he replied. "Not to me, anyway."

"A person like that?"

"A feeling so strong that could make me supersede all logic like that," he explained.

His face darkened.

"That kind of love is fleeting. Hoping for it to last longer than a moment would be like catching a wild bird in a cage. It will either fly away or die of despair."

Yuu pursed their lips. "That's pretty grim."

"Ah. I apologize."

"It's ok," they said quickly, wanting to smooth over the situation.

"I see the appeal, but I suppose I'd simply rather live untouched, never knowing a love so deep so it could never leave a hole in my heart."

"I get that."

"But you'd still want that, then? Your wish would be a powerful love, even if it were fleeting?"

"I do," said Yuu with a swell of confidence. "Even just a moment of pure love like that is better than a whole life without it, right? Comparatively?"

Tsunotaro looked off to the side.

"I'd rather not," he reiterated. "I'd rather live in ignorance, and never fear losing what I never had."

They walked in silence, and Yuu sensed they'd upset him with their choice of topic.

"Hey," they said. "What'd you think about the magift game this last weekend?"

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Encircled in fire, the courtyard burned brightly as Yuu stood in its center.

The smoke was turning the sky an odd color, and the flames cast the serene garden in a macabre light, and it morphed the shadows on Malleus's face, framing him in a grim, desperate way.

At least, that;s what Yuu thought, from what they could see. Their vision wasn't doing so good these days.

The circles under Malleus's eyes were deepened by the grotesque light, and he kept a loose hold on his staff as he held his other hand up in surrender.

"Please," he said, defeated. "Let us discuss this."

"We. Have. Talked." spat Yuu, clipping the end of each word to ensure they'd be emphasized. "You have talked."

"Yes," he conceded readily, head bobbing in agreement. "I have spoken, more than my fair share. That is why I want to listen now."

Yuu said nothing, trying to amp up the intensity of their glare.

He was talking to them like they were a wild animal to be herded. His words were laced with sugary sweetness, trying to get them to swallow the bitter medicine of his words.

"I remember," he said. "I remember what you said back then. About a great love."

It took a few moments for Yuu to remember the conversation. Their walks felt like they were a lifetime ago now.

Why bring that up now, though?

"I see now. I see the value in such a thing," he said, a pleading undercurrent entering his voice.

Yuu remained unmoved.

It was what they wanted to hear, but too little, and far too late.

Their lack of reaction must have confused him as to their receptiveness of his words, because he took a step forward.

Yuu instantly took one too, flashing their weapon, and Malleus took two backwards.

His surrendering stance had reasserted itself, and he kept his hand up.

A stray bit of something tickled Yuu's bad eye, and they reflexively tried to blink it away before remembering that made it worse.

Instead, they reached up to wipe away the copious amount of blood dripping from their wounded eye, hoping this time, it would be the last.

They couldn't quite get it clean enough to see out of, no matter how much they cleaned, and when they dragged their sleeve below where they thought their eyes was, Yuu ended up tugging at something that sent more blood rushing down their face.

The sight made Malleus cringe in disgust, or pity, or something.

It was some victory.

"I want that," he said again, a tremor in his voice. "Please."

Yuu stayed still, and the intimidation tactic worked.

"Between us, you were the only one who wanted to fight for love. Allow me to fight for you. Let me make our few moments last a lifetime's worth of happiness."

Something ran down Yuu's cheek, and they brushed it away.

It would have been romantic, had it been a tear shedding, but Yuu knew that was unlikely, with the tangy smell of blood so close to their nose.

"Isn't it worth it? To taste at the fountain of love, even if you could never drink again?" he said, giving his voice a stamp of triumph.

Yuu was fed up with this. Malleus's hopeless prattling, in an attempt to extend their own life by even a few minutes, had worn out the last shreds of Yuu's patience.

He had no right to do this now. They felt a bit angry, but mostly, hearing what they'd wanted to hear for so long just hollowed them out.

"I'd honestly rather die," they said flatly.

Yuu raised the gun, and pulled back the hammer.

[mydarlingbat]

!!! Sorry for the long message. Just. Many thoughts. I have so many thoughts about the Arkhamverse games in regards to Batjokes, and your post about choking scene inspired me.

I think one could make the argument that the later Arkham games lean more into the romantic angle of B and J's relationship, but I feel that Asylum, especially in regards to the story, definitely has elements of that side of their dynamic.

Like what you said with the choking at the beginning of the game!! What did Bruce do that for? If you see that he hasn't done anything, why not let go? Why deliberately drag him closer and hold him there?

Not to mention that Joker has basically done all this FOR Batman. Sure, the Titan is important to Joker, but he's also focused on trying to get Batman to go crazy and join him. He convinces Scarecrow to help him with it, he encourages Batman to go mad over the course of the game, and says he, "just wanted to bring down your grim facade, and for once let you see the world as I see it, giggling in a corner and bleeding!" He even tries to take his own life (or at least, tries to trick Batman into thinking he would, if we're to go with the idea that becoming a Titan was part of his plan) because Batman wouldn't give into the madness and join him - as one of the lines Joker says in the Visitor Center is, "According to [Scarecrow's] notes, you should have come over to our side by now. "

Just. ugh. I love this series so much and this game deserves just as much love as the others (at least in regards to Batjokes content. Hehe.)

And thank you so much for all your posts!! :D

Speaking truthfully I truly don't dislike long messages. I find them fun to read. I love anything that's more descriptive in words, and my goodness it's such a joy to know you enjoy my posts, and find them inspiring as well. I just desire to voice that you're absolutely right. The Arkham games has so many wonderful elements. The relationship between Batman and The Joker is so wonderfully done. Yes, Batman has no reason to still be choking the Joker at that moment. He's still locked down. There's no reason to continue to choke him. He has no reason to yank him so close. This leaves me to believe something else is transpiring here. Batman Arkham asylum is my second favorite game out of the Arkham games. Arkham City is my first, however back to what you were explaining to me. I think mostly everything he do is for Batman. The Joker was having so much fun in that game though. The Joker had so many chances to kill Batman in Arkham asylum, but he just plays around with him instead. I think the Joker knew Batman would jump in front of Jim, then he'd be infected with the titan, but Batman fights with everything he's got. Yeah, i think he did want Batman to think he was about to take life. He did say the exact words 'I have nothing to live for' hahaha! Although the Joker takes the titan, hoping Batman would battle with him, but that's not exactly how it plays out in the end. The Joker also was just playing around with Batman at the end too. He kept telling his boys to handle him. I mean he could have easily murdered Batman. I mean all the Arkham games has there batjokes moments, and especially Batman Arkham City. The flirting the Joker does with Batman in there. Batman letting the Joker sit on his lap, without any discomfort. He didn't even grit his teeth. Not even a simple get off of me, but he just listens to the Joker. Then there's Arkham Knight where the Joker says things that's flirtatious and straight up sexual. Now this is all in Batman's head. This is what Batman is imagining?? Joker also call him Bruce. Notwithstanding it's Bruce who's really hearing all of this. I can't get over some of the posters Bruce was seeing. The amount of batjokes in Batman Arkham Knight is just wow! Anyways thank you again for this wonderful message. I promise you i love long messages 💜 if you wanted this to be a analyses, get back to me, because i wasn't sure.

[maristane]

Some of my illustrations for Modiphius' Fallout - The Roleplaying Game: Winter of Atom Book. As some of you can imagine, this meant a lot to me so here is a gigantic text wall about it:

I only have two tattoos so far. A skull, inked at a time my old life was dying in a vortex of meaninglessness, and a new one was yet to be born: the life I have now as an artist, but I didn't know that at the time. A classic choice for a memento mori, a reminder of the impermanence of all things. Also, it was at a discount and I like skulls.

My other tattoo is a Vault Boy, from the Fallout games. It's one of my favorite franchises, in part because Fallout 2 and 4 accompanied me through some hard times, and it has heavily influenced my work and tastes as an illustrator. It's one of the top 3 IPs I wanted to work with the most and for the longest, dating back to when I was a literal child; the other two being Conan and Diablo.

So you'll have to imagine how I feel having worked with MODIPHIUS creating many illustrations for Winter of Atom , a supplement to the officially licensed Fallout TTRPG, because I can't bring myself to describe it.

All this crazy thing of abandoning a career in computer science to chase a random dream because nothing else felt real... Leading to this kind of moment. From tears of complete despair and uncertainty, to tears of the most surreal joy. Flowing from the grim skull of my life's apocalypse to a reassuring, although sarcastic, Vault Boy guiding me through the aftermath.

I wish that what I'm writing here brings hope to some, especially artists in earlier phases of their journey.

Because this first illustration shown here, in fact, was not made in a time of joy. There are dark clouds in the sky for artists and creators of all kinds as companies steal our legally protected works to build their plagiarism toys while trying to weaponize the general public against us. I'm talking about plagiography, cleptography, pseudography, or as some call it, "AI" "Art", while it's neither AI nor art. As the fires of this debate raged wildly by the end of last year, I was using my very little remaining mental energy to work on this piece.

This image wasn't meant to be happy anyway, so I was in the right mood for it. Tired travelers resting shortly in a post-nuclear setting, now with a stern winter on top of it. I was tired too, still am, witnessing a world where catastrophes also seem to only pile up. "War, war never changes", says the narrator at the beginning of most Fallout games.

But guess what, peace never changes either.

It can still be found in the coldest of places, in the darkest of hours. And it begins by believing another world is possible. Other ways of doing things. And like the survival of this weary group, peace is easier to build and keep... together.

I know an artistic career seems impossible to many people. I know this deep in my heart because it seemed impossible to me until not many years ago, alone. Countless people have helped me in making it possible. With the winter of generative machines upon us, things only look harder, especially for beginners.

But, if this inspires someone, I eat impossible for breakfast these days.

I'm not infallible or anything, I even got rejected for an important conference just a few hours ago, and my unapproved or cancelled works that'll never see the light of day could fill an entire artbook by now. I just mean that I keep going, and that we should keep going, even in the face of a shining neon sign that says such a silly word as "impossible".

And, well, no winter lasts forever. You can count on that.

P.S: If you want to see more images that I worked on, and in higher resolution, you'll have to acquire the book.

[misc-obeyme]

Uhhh Desi and Xen WIP.

Xen is calling me... She needs me help.. I can't move... My stomach, he put a hole in my stomach.. He's calling out my name, they need my help and I can't help them. What kind of friend am I? I swore to protect them and I can't...

That smell... It makes me hungry.. more hungry than before. We can't afford much food so we are often hungry but this... This feels different. It feels like starvation... In hungry but Xena needs me. Get up. Do something. Anything.

Just get up. Get up. Before I know it I'm running towards Xena screams and that intoxicating smell. That other demons attacking. Get away from them.

Xen/a POV:

The other demon that was attacking me flew into a tree. Or was rather kicked into a tree. "Desi..." How? I thought he ripped a hole in his stomach. Well his shirt certainly tells that story but there's no hole... He's ok.

He's ok, he's alive.. He always had quite the appetite but this feels different. He's not just hungry, he's starving. If his growling stomach didn't say he's hungry the fact he's saying he's hungry under his breath sure did.

Plus the fact that he's drooling a waterfall... I highly doubt they'll let us go just because he kicked one of them into a tree... "You look like your a starving dog. What? Gonna flip the tables? Go ahead, eat me alive" a mistake on the demons part.

I swear I've never seen him move faster... The sounds of ripping flesh, breaking bones and screams quickly fill the air. I walk away and let Desi continue his 'feast' I knew he wasn't a picky eater but damn...

"Are you done?" Desi nods and holds up brown bags filled with grim. "Hope you didn't eat to much, now we're gonna eat real food, come on" I say grabbing his bloody hand and leading him out of the forest.

I'm probably not gonna post this on my Tumblr to avoid people confusing this and my main Oc.

Bows for barb

Oh, is that something that people do? Confuse OCs? I have so many at this point, but they're all part of the same story currently so I'm not sure what the norm is for this kinda thing. But I suspect you could post it without people getting too confused!

Anyway, it sounds like you have an interesting start here! I like the shifting pov. It's always interesting to get different characters' perspectives.

Demons better watch out 'cause they're gonna get eaten otherwise...

[twillightteaparty]

Is it okay if i request Crowley or Vil and Rook reacting to MC being in a pact with a demon? And this demon follows them around everywhere but never in their human form, they usually chill on their shoulders as a cat or a crow, but they won't hesitate to change their human form in front of potential threaths to defend them. And maybe everyone thought they were a regular animal until they changed form.

MC With A Demon Pact!

Crowley

I feel like that Crowley response is just, *double checks student file*. this man is like how? when? why? he has many questions and he shall make demands to get answers. because 'im headmaster and I must be aware of whats going on!'

if mc has to help in over blots before one demon pact was found out, they most certainly are expected to help out now. probably to the demon friends(?) dismay most likely.

will make an off hand comment about how he totally knew there was something up with the Cat/Crow before. (though it's hard to believe him, and even harder to tell if he's lieing.)

overall he may be a little surprised but he's going to try his best to take advantage of this situation for better or worse. It's very unclear if he secretly harbors any fear for the demon. just add onto the pile of things he wont tell us.

Vil

Vil's interest has been piqued! I can only imagine his surpise when they cat/crow in question leaps into action only to take on a more human form that still harbors Demonic features.

He'll probably also ask questions but he won't be so demanding as the headmaster. he more so has genuine curosity and also like- are there any good inferanal skin care routines or like its that just a natural hellish glow? he'd like to know for future references.

Might ask why their demon friend hangs out as cat/crow more often than their humonid one. is if for convience? is it so people don't freak out about horns or something? will try to convince them to rock their look more often, because i don't think many people will be too concerned about such oddities here.

after the intial, hehe neat! I don't think Vil will make a big deal of it all. probably checks in occasionally to see how the two of you are doing lately, but otherwise meh whatever.

Rook

he is E C S T A T I C. we can at least be thankful that he can hold his composure rather well. he will go about various ways to find the weakness within the demons abilities and the pact its self. he is just c u r i o u s, not that he plans to do anything with his knowledge.

probably gonna bombard the demon will all sorts of questions of what its like where your from? Rook is gonna keep them in a conversation for as long as possible and learn as much as he can.

if progress is haulted in the learning bell he may come to a hault and take a beather, a step back. or he could just get more creative about what he is doing.

Please now imagine rook petting the demon in their cat/crow for at any given oppurtunity and gushing over them or something.

Grim

Please grim is going to be so confused- he is just going to be like, excuse me! Why didn't you tell me! your roommate! rude!

meanwhile internally he is just thankful he wasn't the one to piss mc off or their demon friend. Grim is absolutely shooketh.

just a 'i took a cat nap with them????' struggles to wrap his mind around the concept of cat/crow friend being a literal demon. it's not going well for him

gets a little sad when he realizes he can't get them to do the same things they do for mc for him. smh.

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I threw grim in as a treat, hope that's okay. because I can only Imagine Grims horror, to be honest. brings much amusement.

Also, my plan is to be posting every Monday from here on out, to give me time to do things and just not overwork myself.

this is the part where I apologize because I feel like my work is lackluster. anyways have a good day

Signed, Admin Tea